Rules for a Happy Life

When Troy proposes to Jenny, she doesn't think that she could get any happier. But then, he adds conditions and rules that stretch the limit of happiness. Not only does he want her to address him as "Sir," but he also insists on spanking her every Friday night--and on any other night that she disobeys one of his rules. Will his rules be the downfall of their marriage, or the key to a happier life? Mature subject matter for adults only. 38,776 words

I love this book! It is definitely one of my favorite spanking novels. Troy introduces his fiancée, Jenny, to domestic discipline the night that he proposes marriage. Troy is rigid in his domestic discipline beliefs, but is incredibly fair and caring. Nattie Jones did a fantastic job painting Troy as an ideal Top. His mannerisms, responses, and punishments contribute to his overall appeal. Throughout the novel, the reader gets to watch Jenny struggle with and eventually accept Troy’s rules. Below is one of my favorite scenes in the book. Shocked at having been placed in the corner for the first time, Jenny drops the f-bomb. Troy’s reaction and following punishment were priceless. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did. *************************** Troy gasped. “I have never heard you speak like that, in all our two years of dating!” I tried to get up again, but his hand was hard and immovable. “You bring it out in me!” “You’re blaming me for the disrespectful words you just uttered?” “Yes!” I was so angry, my chest was heaving in indignation. “That doesn’t bode well for your bottom, young lady.” I did scream then, a bit of a gurgled shriek of frustration, which was met with a full minute of silence from him, a silence only interrupted by my heavy breathing. “Well, normally, I’m sure you will behave while in the corner, and we will proceed to the couch for your spanking. But I see that you need some correction right now.” If I felt a surge of triumph for upsetting his carefully laid plans, then I felt a surge of panic at his threat of immediate ‘correction.’ “No, I don’t!” I expect him to start spanking right then, but he slowly ran his hands down my legs. He guided my feet apart and ran his hand up the inside of my legs, and my insides were once more a bowl of jelly. “Step your feet further apart, so I can spank you properly. This skin right here – “ he traced a finger on the inner, undercurve of my bottom cheeks “- is particularly sensitive, and you’ll find it to be a quite effective punishment.” “You expect me to agree and just let you spank me?” “Of course. And I expect you to thank me afterwards, and do your best to take your due like a lady.” “Like a lady?” I squawked. “Yes, with dignity, grace, and obedience.” You are full of shit. But I didn’t say it out loud. Instead, I said, “You’ve got to be kidding me.” “Of course I’m not kidding you.” That’s when he pulled my cheeks apart and traced his finger just inside my crack. “A good spanking here and I think it will be a long time before you talk back to your husband again.” “You’re not my husband yet!” “Ah, true. But I will be, soon enough.” His hand left my back, and to this day, I don’t know why I stayed in position. I don’t know why I just didn’t get up and leave that crazy room, and just leave him altogether. After all, I didn’t know then what I know now – that Troy was right on target with all this spanking stuff. I heard him rummaging, and though I had no experience getting spanked, I knew he was getting an implement. When he came back, he patted my bottoms with a cold, hard paddle. “Spread the legs now, Jenny.” And I did. My legs must have known what my mind did not – that spanking was just the awful sort of thing that would somehow keep me happy for the rest of my life. So my legs spread, and stayed in position even as the paddle swatted into my bottom with painful gunshots. Such was the pain that I didn’t notice he’d stopped and was speaking. “What?” I asked. “Say ‘fuck’ again,” he commanded. I sensed some sort of truck. Something wasn’t right. I was being spanked for swearing, and how he wanted me to say it? The paddle cracked across my bottoms and I cried out, rising up on my toes. “It hurts!” He ignored me. “I said, say ‘fuck’ again.” Against my better sense, I whispered it. He pressed down on my back until my head was nearly touching the floor. He pulled at one of my bottom cheeks to expose my most sensitive skin, and rewarded my swear word with a burning smack on the inside edge that outdid anything I had felt that night. “Again,” he commanded. I whimpered, but swore again. The paddle but into my skin as if it had teeth, latching on in a burn that felt a million times worse than anything I had ever endured. “Again.” I obeyed as the paddle hit the same spot, and five more times again as he commanded me to say the word I was beginning to hate more than any other. “Again.” I cried real tears as he let go of my bottom cheek and pulled up the other one, posing the paddle to attack the yet untouched skin. I couldn’t bring myself to say it, so I just whimpered. “Young lady, you are in no position to disobey me. I said, say it again.” I shook my head. “I can wait, you know.” I bit my lip, wanting desperately pull away his hand grasping my bottom. I knew he was looking at everything I held private, as much of a prude I am. I did pull away, but he just pinched the skin under his hand harder. “I’ll wait, Jenny, as long as it takes you to obey. But you can take hours to finally say it again, and I will not relent. Now say it again, before we’re here all night.” I shook my head fervently. “If I say it again, you’re just going to spank me again!” “Good girl!” he cried, as if proud of me. “You can count on it. I’m going to spank you until you hate the word, and you can’t bring your lips to form that word unless I command it.” “I can’t say it now, as it is! Whether you command it or not.” “Well, however many minutes it takes you to say it, will be however many full swats across your bottoms you get at the end of your punishment.” I sucked in my breath, horrified. “Troy …” I begged. Silence. He gripped my bottom cheek in that humiliating position, and I just pressed my hands into the corner and tried not to cry. “Please,” I finally whispered. “This is too embarrassing.” He didn’t respond, except to pull my cheeks further apart. “Hurts there, doesn’t it?” I nodded, hoping for mercy. “Good,” he said, which too much satisfaction in his voice. After awhile, he remarked, “You don’t like being on display like this, do you?” I couldn’t answer, but he thankfully didn’t seem to want an answer. “You don’t like the lights on when we make love, either. That’s okay, you’ll learn faster if you’re exposed – you’ll feel like your misdeeds are exposed, too.” After another long silence in which I kept telling myself to repeat the swear word and get this punishment over, he finally sighed. “Do you think I am going to relent?” He seemed genuinely curious. I knew he wouldn’t. I shook my head. “Then why do you put off the inevitable?” “It hurts!” “That’s the point, sweetie. Now let’s get this over with. Say it again.” I swore again, and the paddle but into my skin just like promised. “Again.” I balled my fingers into fists and groaned the word. CRACK! “Again.” I shook my head, but said it anyway. This smack but deeper into my untouched skin, and I cried out. “Again.” Five more times again, and I was limp with the inevitability of it all. I almost leapt in relief and sheer gratitude when his hand let go of my cheek and he took a step back. “Seven more because you stalled during your punishment.” Before his words could sink in, he cracked the paddle across my bottom seven times in quick succession, harder than anything I’d felt before. I squealed and shot up at the end, grabbing my bottom in a most undignified way. He placed my hands on the wall and bend me over in the corner again, this time kissing the back of my neck while rubbing my back. “Stay and think awhile, Jenny. You have a lot to process.” *************************** I would definitely recommend this book to anyone and everyone. It was as much of a pleasure to read the fifth time as it was the first!