Past
Interference 

This week we host a soon to be released Corbins Bend book by Kathryn R Blake.

Love and trust walk hand-in-hand, but fear can tear them apart.

When Jerry Douglas asks Elly Benson to marry him, he wants their ceremony to be as close to Valentine’s Day as possible. Though Elly tearfully accepts Jerry’s proposal without hesitation, as she readies herself for her second wedding, the doubts and misgivings of any new bride-to-be are exacerbated by the abuse she suffered during her first marriage. When Elly recalls how quickly her uncertain stomach jitters grew into tight knots of pain on her wedding day, she also remembers how and why she’d fallen in love with and married Arthur, her first husband. A mistake she regrets more and more with each passing hour.

Though she’s lived with Jerry for four months now, and been subject to his discipline more than once, her first husband had been kind and careful with her, too, in the beginning. At least until she vowed to love, honor and obey him. And their move to Corbin’s Bend turned him from the strict, but caring husband she thought she’d married into a monster she no longer recognized.

Blurb
When Elly seeks Jerry out at his vet clinic, but refuses to leave a message when she learns he’s with a client, he returns home to check on her.

“What’s wrong?” Jerry asked with a glance at the strewn books before he rose to his feet and centered his gaze directly on her.
Elly groaned. The man was far too perceptive sometimes. “Nothing. I just thought I would drop by and check how you were doing.”
“Uh huh. Care to try that again, sweetheart?”
Her shoulders dropping, Elly confessed, “I think I’m getting another migraine.”
He crossed over and placed the back of his hand against her forehead. “Take anything for it?”
“No. Not yet. It only just started.” Okay, that was a lie, which would get her in even deeper trouble if he found out. She held still beneath his hand, but knew she was flushed, so she suspected he would be escorting her into the bathroom next.
He gave a brisk nod, then grabbed her hand. “Come with me.”
“Jerry,” she protested, but cut off her words with a grimace under his angry glare. Though he didn’t make taking her temperature a punishment, exactly. He did make it an exercise in obedience.
She stood in the bathroom while he retrieved the glass tube, shook it, and then liberally coated it with lubricating jelly. “Pants and panties down, now,” he ordered without looking at her.
With an inner groan, she obeyed and positioned herself over his knees when he sat on the toilet. They’d done this often enough after she’d been released from the hospital last October, so she should be used to it by now, but she never got over the way her former husband had punished her anally. Jerry questioned her almost every time they did this, but she was afraid he would decide an anal plug or a fig of ginger was an excellent way to get his point across, and she didn’t think she could willingly accept either of those punishments again.
She grimaced at the feel of thermometer sliding into her, but remained obedient and compliant. Jerry wasn’t trying to hurt or embarrass her. Not really. He was of the opinion that rectal temperatures were more accurate, so that’s what he used, and while they waited, he stroked her back and bottom to help her relax. Despite her uneasiness, his caresses calmed and centered her until she let out a soft sigh.
“Good girl,” he praised. “You always start out so tense when we do this, and yet you know I won’t hurt you, so I suspect it’s something Arthur did. We’re getting married in less than a week, Elly. Don’t you think it’s time you trusted me enough to tell me the truth?”