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Leonard Bast | Howard’s End (Miniseries 2019) || Drunk Sex // Spanking

Reader Is Leonard's Wife; 2k words; NO BETA/ SELF- EDITED, Swearing, Domestic Argument, Victorian/ Edwardian Evangelical Values, Injury (minor), Spanking, Both Characters Are Sexually Repressed, Stripping, Half-Clothed Sex, Breeding Kink, Creampie

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Leonard has just come home from a very long and very exhausting day of work to find you anxiously biting your nails. His heavy gaze looks at you, then down in the sink with the broken dish, and then back to you. His silence is only making your nervousness worse.

"I am so, so sorry darling," you whisper as if speaking any louder will awaken a bear out of him.

His brow furrows and you can see him grinding his teeth. "It's… only a dish, love."

Although he doesn't know why, this scenario feels vaguely familiar. You aren't usually so clumsy, though, and why would you not just clean it up? Perhaps it only just happened.

Either way, your husband sighs and shoos you away gently. He takes every broken piece and discards them properly, wincing when he accidentally catches his thumb on a shard. In his state, it makes his already simmer temper flare.

"Damn it to hell," he growls and jams his bloody thumb into his mouth.

You let out a wispy gasp, having never heard such vulgarity fall from his mouth before. You itch at your wrist as you start to second guess yourself, but you press forward anyways. His head turns when he feels your skirts brushing his trousers.

"Honestly Lenny, I don't know what's come over me," you try apologizing again as he frees his thumb and inspects the wound.

"It's nothing, dear," he replies, but it's through gritted teeth and his back is still facing you. "Go add something to the fire. I'll… fix us some dinner."

Embarrassment fills your mind and you try to beat him to it. "No, no! Let me! I-I should have done it hours ago– what was I thinking?"

It seems your husband has had enough. He watches you scurry about gathering pots and water to boil. He plants himself squarely against the counter and towers over you in your workstation.

"What have you been doing all day, darling?" He throws a few logs and stokes the fire himself. "Dinner is going to take half the night, I won't have time to read my book."

"I know, love, I'm so sorry! I don't know what's come over me, I can't hold a single thought today I'm afraid." You got the pot boiling and beans going. "I think we have some cheese and bread left."

Leonard sighs and grabs the decanter by the door. He fills a glass of brandy and leans on the counter, not ready to leave off on your argument. You aren't acting like yourself. Not once since he's known you have you been so consistently absentminded.

You smooth wrinkles out of your skirts and reach out a timid hand to touch his shoulder. "Lenny…"

"Don't. Apologize again." Frustrated, he runs a hand over his face but the angry lines on his forehead don't disappear.

"I've upset you. You've every right to be angry with me, darling," you whisper and wrap your arms around his waist, sure he can feel you trembling. "I… I think you should…"

The words die on your tongue. You feel his body shift and peek open your eyes to find him looking down at you. Perhaps this was a bad idea after all, what were you ever thinking…

"What? You think I should what?"

You gulp and ignore the burning of your cheeks. "... I think you should punish me. Like before. I-I learned last time! I did… but perhaps I need another… lesson."

Your husband's face is stone. He doesn't like punishing you– you are not a child. And he's only ever done it once before, and silently swore never to do it again. The tears on your face (and his entirely innapropriate feelings of lust) left him riddled with guilt.

Leonard stands and gently pushes you off of him. "Alright. Get on the desk and lift your skirts."

He mistakes your lip bite for apprehension and instructs himself to be a little more gentle this time. He follows you and rolls his sleeves up to his elbows, watching as you lay stomach first over his desk and lifting your many petticoats to your waist and waiting submissively. He unties the drawstring on your drawers and pulls them down to expose your derriere.

This draws a gasp from you, as it did the last time he disciplined you. Leonard is thankful for your turned back as a rogue blush spread across his face. He clears his throat and sees your muscles tense in anticipation.

"Just five this time, love," he says. "Will you count them?"

"Yes," you reply breathily and squirm.

Open palmed, Leonard reels back, pauses, and swings, aiming for your right cheek. The clap of skin against skin is louder than he intended, equal to the force he used before, and your body reacts with a jerk and a surprised wail. Your heel comes up as you try to cross your legs, before settling back into position and beginning the count.

"One…"

Leonard's face burns and a droplet of sweat trickles down his collar. The second hit occurs opposite with the same force and a milder reaction from you.

"Two," went your watery voice.

Almost finished, he tries to wish away the heat under his collar.

The next slap is half the strength of the last, and you groan but don't speak. "Count, darling."

"...th-three. You can do it harder, Lenny, I can take it."

Clenching his jaw, his hand unconsciously smoothes over your abused flesh. He feels faint and the throbbing in his trousers is torturous. Why did you ask for this? Why do you want him to punish you? The next swing is back to full force and you fucking moan from it.

All thought comes to a violent crashing halt as your husband realizes where he's heard that sound before. In your shared private bed chamber, under the cover of darkness, nothing but nightshirts between you as you fulfill your marriage duties. Where your kisses were ceaseless and breathless chuckles clandestine. You were enjoying this.

"Get up." Leonard pulls you up by your arm, not bothering with the final lash. You must know he's seen through your ruse as you hide your face under your hair which is coming loose from its pins. You're still holding your skirts up and he catches a glimpse of the hair gathered at the top of your legs– which he has only ever felt before and not seen. He quickly yanks your skirts down to cover your nudity and forces your head up.

Your chin warbles pathetically and you sob. "I am sorry my love, I-I… I think there is something wrong with me…"

He can't be too angry with you. Not with the tent created in his own clothes. The hand he used to hold your head up now strokes your cheek, encouraging you not to fear his wrath which has ebbed away quickly.

He clears his throat and struggles for words. "I think… it is merely a strange reaction, darling, not a flaw in your morality."

He holds you close and swallows a grunt when your corset presses against his stiffy. You are none the wiser to his condition, simply staring at his face looking for forgiveness– this time genuinely.

He asked hesitantly, "did your father not discipline you so?"

You shook your head, then explained, "He did spank me. Only… he made my siblings and I pick a switch from a tree, he never used his bare hands. And he never made me lift my skirts or bend over…"

Oh, Leonard thought. "Perhaps it is my fault then. I am truly sorry, my dear, I–"

"Lenny," you interject quietly, "I like it. I know, I know I'm not supposed to, but… I like when you put your hands on me. And…"

Your mouth moves as you flounder for words, "no one has ever looked at my nakedness the way you do."

So you had seen him– or at least you knew how he felt about it. And how could he not feel overcome with lust at the sight of you? His very own Aphrodite. He wanted to see more of your nakedness– was that so wrong? You are his wife, afterall.

Leonard squeezes you tighter and you hug him back just as enthusiastically. Your tears are drying on your cheeks and eyes hooded, a look you give him occasionally when he crawls into bed and wraps you in his arms.

The meaning behind it is slowly becoming clearer.

"Take off your dress," he commands, and slips out of your embrace.

You obey, glancing quickly between the fire, the windows, and him. Hungrily drinking in the visage of him, tall and proud and full of desire for you. You are loosening your corset when he pulls you along to the kitchen table, still in your boots, stockings, and chemise.

"I'm not finished," you protest weakly.

It dies in your throat as soon as his lips connect with yours, the taste of brandy on his tongue.

"I must have you. Now."

Leonard lifts you onto the ledge of the table and lays you down. You gasp into his open mouth as you feel him press up against you, this time fully aware of the hardened line in his trousers. Your arms around his neck keep him close and he shrugs out of his vest and pushes his trousers aside to free his manhood.

The hand on your hip keeps you still as he guides himself into you, stretching you to the point of burning. With his girth, he must rock a few times before fully seating himself inside you and the pain subsides as it often does into insurmountable pleasure.

"Lenny," you beg and feel his hips roll down, brushing against something outside you that sparks more arousal. Your fingers twist in his hair as he begins to thrust, shallow and gentle, the anchoring hand tight and likely to leave bruises on you in the morning.

He says your name fervently, thrusting a tiny bit deeper and massaging your insides with perfect precision. "I am going to put a child in you this time, I swear it."

He braces himself on his other hand and doubles his efforts, relishing in the moans that fall freely from your lips and the image of your pleasure which he has denied himself in past love making. You look the definition of dichotomy: angelic and impish, serene yet pained, as if he's giving you everything you wanted and you still want more. Your nails dig crescent shaped moons into his flesh and he loves it.

"Lenny!" Your husband cannot know how delectable he looks, hovering over you with a few loose curls dangling over his forehead.

And, oh, how he loves how sweet his name sounds coming from you now, never wants to stop hearing it. You hiss through your teeth as the other aspect of his maleness slaps against the tenderized meat of your derriere, creating a suction from the essence your body produces to accommodate and ease your love making. It is a feeling that has you clenching around the thick appendage invading your sacred cave.

"Faster, love." You beg and Leonard obliges, widening his stance and drilling into you at a different pace. You wrap your legs around his hips and nearly scream from the change in angle. "Yes! Just like that! Oh, God!"

Leonard cannot scold you for your blasphemy as he is too lost in pleasure. The punctuated ends of your moans, the rhythmic choking of your cunny, and the tingling warmth at the base of his spine draw him in and he rests his head against the lip of your corset and slams home with his other head pressed against your womb.

He growls as he feels himself pump his seed inside you. Your thighs shake violently at his sides and you sob as your own pleasure breaks you into pieces like a china dish. He holds his hips firmly against your sex as the last pump goes, inadvertantly causing you to slide in inch up the table.

Here. I could stay right here forever, he thought. The smell of your perfume mixes with your perspiration and fills his head with clouds of bliss. His softening cock slips out of your channel and he hears you giggle, lifting his head to inquire the matter.

"I think we burnt the beans," you reply with a great big smile.

And Leonard laughs with you, brushing debris from your forehead and determined to fill you again in the morning.

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