Anna Williams 

I proceeded to walk into the dining room, overwhelmed by the remarkable décor of the area. Once I took a seat at the table, I observed the food before me, the sight of which caused me to lick my lips in anticipation of the forthcoming feast. My eyes met his for a brief moment, which caused him to roll his eyes in response, causing me to feel relieved as he departed. I sat back in my chair and sighed, contemplating whether I should consume the contents of the table or follow him. After a moment, I made my decision, choosing to remain seated and indulge in the feast. Well that was easy.

I took a moment to study my surroundings once more, enjoying the aromas emitting from the food in front of me. Suddenly, a glass filled with juice was situated in front of me. As I was about to question the origins of this beverage, my husband appeared and explained the reasons for its existence, shocking me with his quick reaction and causing me to reconsider the speed at which I spoke.

"Are you settling in well?" Asked my spouse with a hint of sarcasm.

"Indeed I am." I answered as a light blush appeared on my face wanting nothing more than to hide in my room.

"Enjoying the view?" Almost chocked. It was a struggle to maintain a calm demeanor as I engaged in this uncomfortable conversation with my husband, who was aware of my unintentional exposure to his nude body. I nearly choked on the delicious and tempting food while he attempted to maintain a sense of relaxation, his double-meaning sentences caused the awkwardness to continually grow as the minutes passed.. "Of the garden, I specially selected that room that overlooked the garden, its quite beautiful." He spoke again, stating that he had specifically chosen the room for me.

"Yes, loved it." His eyes were set on me as I replied. 

"Make the mistake again, this time you won't only have the pleasure of seeing my behind but my front too." I was surprised by my husband's threat as I stared at him with a look of fear and shock on my face. His boldness and willingness to expose such intimate parts of himself shocked me to the my core, leaving me unsure of how I should respond. As I looked at him with my eyes wide open, I wondered if I should take his threat seriously or simply brush it off as a joke. Nevertheless, I felt nervous about the thought of making the same mistake again and being confronted with an even more uncomfortable situation.

Suddenly, he stood up from his seat, his usual confident demeanor gone and replaced by a sly and suggestive grin on his face. He then walked over to me and kissed my cheek, lingering for longer than necessary. I felt the touch of his lips on my cheek, and the sensation lingered, causing me to become aware of the nearness of his body. As I watched him take his leave, my breath became unsteady, and I felt a sense of awkwardness due to the intimate nature of his gesture. I couldn't help but wonder if this small gesture was a sign of his forgiveness or simply a trick he had planned to make me doubt myself once more. I felt confused and unsure of how to deal with this situation, but I knew that I must be cautious in my future interactions with him.

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Having decided to avoid any face-to-face interaction with my husband, I decided to pen a note requesting that he have my room painted with a lighter tone and provide me with light-colored furniture. I handed it to the maid, who promptly placed it in my husband's room. 

I would like to have my room painted with a lighter tone, and a light colored furniture.

Shortly after, she returned, a response from him that confirmed the plan would be completed by tomorrow. As I listened to his response through the maid, I felt a sense of relief at the fact that my request would be carried out without me having to deal with my husband's presence.

As days and weeks passed without me interacting with my husband, I considered it a blessing to not have to face the prospect of any future awkward situations. Although I did occasionally exchange notes with him to request changes to my bedroom, these notes were responded to with promptness and without question. I felt relief and peace at this arrangement, allowing me to create a tranquil oasis within the confines of my room - free from the uncomfortable memories of the past.

However, I wondered if the peaceful arrangement would last and was worried if or when I might be required to interact with my husband again. Alas, the day finally came.

"What a surprise father!" I exclaimed, genuinely excited to meet my father after so long.

"Well I was in town thought to visit my princess. Hope things are well?" He asked eagerly.

"Yes yes, Everything is well. Are you hungry or would you like to rest?" I asked him wishing he choose the later so I could inform my darling husband about this situation. No matter if this was an arranged marriage, if my father comes to know that I and my husband sleep at different rooms it will not end well. 

"How about I fresh up first then we can chat-" 

"Very well Father, let me show you to the guest room."

"You are too kind, my wonderful child." My father said, glancing around himself in appreciation of the fine furniture and ornate decorations. I made sure to lead him away from both my husband and my own chambers. After settling him in a comfortable room nearby, I took a moment to compose myself before making my way to my husbands room. I had to break the news to my him somehow, and I dreaded having to face his ire.

"Is Sir in his room?" As I passed the maid, I inquired about Sir's whereabouts.

"Indeed he is." The maid responded, a slight confusion in her voice.

With a nod, I continued on my way, my heart racing as I pondered my next move. I should just go into his room before my father comes back for a chat and explain him the situation. I, without a thought opened the door to my husband's room, intending to prepare him for the upcoming conversation with my father. Upon entering, I instantly realized the mistake I had made. My husband sat completely still, eyes fixed on a book as he read, his reading glasses perched awkwardly on the edge of his nose. Realizing that I had walked in before knocking, I remembered his threat from the past. With a guilty look, I froze. 

His eyes met mine, but no emotion played across his face but I knew he was undoubtedly devising a plethora of ways to punish me, I gulped and turned and walked out of the door. I raised my hand and knocked on the door. I smiled as I heard his "Come in" as I stepped into the room only to see him standing very close to the door almost a feet away from me. I was so surprised by his presence that I barely heard his instructions. With a guilty look, I froze. My husband raised an eyebrow and leaned back against the door, waiting for me to speak.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have barged in like that." I said, my words coming out in a nervous ramble. "I just wanted to tell you that my father came to visit us, and I thought you should know so we could make adequate preparations." I explained, hoping that my father's visit would distract him from my earlier transgression. He remained silent, glaring at me for an uncomfortable moment. "Does your father know that you and I do not sleep together?" He finally spoke, catching me off guard.

"No," I whispered

"Alright then, you can stay in my room for the night." I smiled as I felt a sense of relief.

"Well then, I should be going then." As I turned around Ace placed his hand against the door, my eyes fixed on his sleeved up arm. I turned to face him as he had a mischievous smile on his face.

"Why, Anna, what's the hurry?" He said in a teasing voice, grinning as his eyes crawled slowly down her body, taking in every detail. I couldn't help but notice how his attention made me feel both flustered and flattered. He were so close now, mere inches apart, our breaths heating the air between us. The air was heavy with the anticipation of what might come next.

"Don't you know it's rude to barge into someone's room without knocking?" He whispered seductively, his eyes peering straight through me.

"I- I am sorry-" He shook his head.

"I warned you, now you will be punished." He whispered, his voice dripping with a sense of authority and control. I trembled as his words hit me like a bucket of cold water. What did he mean by "punished"? My heart raced as I tried to come up with a plausible excuse for my actions, but nothing came to mind. I couldn't afford to make another mistake, especially now that we were alone. I swallowed loudly, trying to quell the waves of panic washing over me.

Embarrassed and flustered, I searched for any excuse to mitigate Ace's anger. But I knew, deep down, that it was too late for that, he was going to punish me for barging into his room.

"Would... would you... you know... spank me?" I finally managed to Blurt, blushing deeply.

I felt my breath catch in my throat as Ace's eyes met mine, my eyes locked with his. There was a sense of tension filling the air between them, as if the energy between them was about to explode. Ace reached out with one hand, slowly brushing her hair off her face. As his fingers traced the line of her chin, he leaned in close, his voice a soft whisper." Anna, my dear, would you like me to spank you now?"

"No!" I blurted

"Why, Anna. Are you afraid of a little punishment?" Ace teased, his eyes twinkling with mischief. I swallowed hard, unable to meet his gaze as I uttered a single word in response. "No." Ace chuckled, and stepped back from me. "Good. Why don't you wait for me in my bedroom at night?" He said, his voice a whisper. He turned and walked out of the room, leaving me standing in shock. I felt my face burn as I hurried to follow him.

I stepped out of his bedroom and began the walk to meet my father. My heart was pounding, as I was unsure of what to expect. I watched as he walked with long strides making me hard to keep up with him.

As we neared the meeting place, I saw my father waiting for us, his expression pleasant. My father greeted them with a simple nod, and motioned for us to sit with him. As they sat, Ace glanced at me out of the corner of his eye, a small smile playing on his lips. Once we were seated, Ace and my father exchanged pleasantries, and the conversation flowed smoothly. I felt relaxed and confident in knowing that Ace was by my side and that he would be able to handle any unexpected developments during our meeting.

"The dinner is ready." The maid informed us.

As the three of us sat down to eat dinner, the atmosphere was warm and pleasant. Ace was engaging in the conversation, asking thoughtful questions and giving meaningful responses. My father was also enjoying the conversation, and I could tell that he appreciated the company of Ace. During dinner, we discussed a variety of topics, from mundane subjects to deeper philosophical questions. At times, the conversation would turn slightly competitive, but it always remained friendly and respectful.

"I wish your mother could join us today to see how well you both have settled together." My father spoke and I nodded softly, appreciating my father's words. As we ate our dinner in silence, I could feel the tension in the atmosphere gradually ease. It was a pleasant feeling, knowing that Ace and my father had gotten along so well.

After dinner, we were still sitting at the table having a drink as I saw that Ace's glass of wine was empty, so I stood up and poured him another one.

"Here you go, Ace." I said, smiling fondly at him and setting the glass down in front of him. He took the glass but did not lift it to his lips, instead taking a minute to gaze into my eyes.

"Thanks, Anna." He said, his tone a little more sweet and sincere than before. But his expression was void of any true affection, and I knew that he was playing a part for her father's sake.  As soon as I saw my father's gaze, I quickly returned to my seat. He had a look of approval on his face as I smiled to myself that he believed our façade.

The night rolled in as my father went to his room to sleep so he could leave in the morning. I was anxious and fearful as I approached Ace's room, unsure of what to expect. I had changed into my nightgown before heading out of my bedroom, hoping to avoid any awkward questions from my father. As I reached his door, I hesitated for a moment, taking a deep breath to steady my pounding heart. I wondered if Ace would still be awake, or if I would find him asleep. Either way, I knew that it was important to apologize for my behavior earlier and hope that he would be merciful and forget about this punishment. I don't want to be spanked.

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Hahaha yes!! A cliffhanger!! man it is late and I just wanted to end the chapter here so yeah have fun

Anyways if you all didn't realize this story is based on 1940's