Kirsten Osbourne [Osbourne - Mail Order Mommy

Berniece Johnson sat in Josephines Caf in Beckham, Massachusetts, trying to force herself to smile at the man her parents had chosen for her to marry, Albert Chase. Mr. Chase had been her fathers boss for as long as she could remember, but the truth was, he was not a pleasant man. Not at all.

So, your mother tells me that she has employed a seamstress to make you the perfect dress and a trousseau. I adore the color red, so you must be certain that all of your bed clothes are in crimson. Albert smiled at her, and it made her stomach roll. She couldnt imagine going to bed with the man. He was older than her father.

Dont you think it would be better for you if you found a woman... closer to your age? Berniece asked in a whisper. She knew it would offend him, but if she was careful, perhaps he would break their engagement, and she could still have a good relationship with her parents. She dearly wanted them to be happy with her, even though theyd arranged a marriage for her with this odious man.

He frowned. A woman my age would be past her childbearing years, wouldnt she? Are you trying to deprive me of children?

No, sir. Of course not. But Im only nineteen. I cannot imagine you want to be married to a woman who is young enough to be your daughter. Or granddaughter. Berniece kept her voice soft, hoping he would find the words less scathing if she didnt speak them loudly.

You will be punished for those words on our wedding night, he said calmly as he brought his water to his lips. You need to learn that you cannot talk to your husband that way. His eyes looked positively gleeful that he would have an excuse to punish her, and it made her feel sick all over again. He was not a man any reasonable woman would have chosen for her husband, and she couldnt marry him, but she also couldnt disobey her parents.

I was just suggesting you might be happier with someone else. Berniece was desperately afraid of this man. She couldnt tell what was going through his mind. But whatever it was, it frightened her, and she didnt want to be part of a marriage to him. She didnt want to have to look at him.

Havent you ever been taught that you shouldnt speak every little thought that pops into your head? A slow smile crossed his face. Im sure Ill enjoy teaching you that.

A shudder ripped through her. She couldnt marry this man. Anything would be preferable to a life tied to him. Anything. Ill be more careful with my words.

Yes, you will. He put his napkin on his plate and stood up. Hed already paid the bill, so he held out his arm for Berniece to take it. Seeing no other option, she slipped her hand into the curve of his arm, fully aware that people were watching them. She tried not to care, but she did. She didnt even want to be seen with this man, let alone be married to him.

They left the caf and walked the short distance toward her home. Ill work on coming up with just the right punishment for your words. Ill let you know what Ive decided on when we see each other Saturday night. Then you can anticipate what will happen to you for the two months leading up to our wedding. He seemed extremely proud of his suggestion.

She felt like vomiting. Finally, shed managed to say to him what she thought should be said, and this was his reaction. She could not marry this man. Ever. All right.

I look forward to the day when you are my wife and I can turn you over my knee and paddle you as you deserve. Your parents have been much too lax with you, Berniece. He stopped in front of her house. Invite me inside.

She nodded. Would you like to come inside, Mr. Chase? She didnt dare disobey him at this point.

And that adds a little more to whatever punishment I decide upon. Ive told you repeatedly to call me Albert. He opened the door and went into the parlor, where both of her parents were sitting. Her father smiled, obviously pleased they were together, while her mother didnt look up from her needlepoint.

Berniece sat on one end of the sofa, hoping that Albert would sit on the far end. Shed have chosen a chair, but her parents occupied the only two chairs in the room.

Did you have a nice time? her father asked.

Berniece wanted to scream that it had been awful, but she let Albert answer for her instead, which he did as he sat in the middle of the couch, making sure his body was against hers. You havent done a very good job of teaching your daughter to be obedient, George. Its going to be my pleasure to teach her how to speak to her husband. The slow smile that crossed his face had Berniece stuffing her fist against her mouth to cover the gag that wanted to erupt.

George smiled. Im sure youll take great pleasure in that. He nodded toward Bernieces mother. I remember teaching Mary the same sorts of lessons when we were first married. He let out a booming laugh. Sometimes I still spank her, just so she remembers. She doesnt even have to do anything wrong. He smiled at his wife affectionately. Dont I, Mary?

Mary made a slight nod of her head, still not looking up from her needlepoint. Berniece made a mental note to herself that her mother opposed the marriage. Shed have to find a time to speak with her alone. Perhaps she could convince her mother that this marriage wasnt in her best interests. She couldnt imagine her mother actually helping her get away, because she never defied her father, but maybe she could find some sympathy there at least.

Albert laughed as well. I hope you know that Ill do what it takes to turn Berniece into a good wife. He reached over and covered Bernieces hand with his. And now wed like a moment alone for some sparking if you dont mind.

Berniece minded. She wanted to scream that she needed her parents to stay, but she knew that would not go over well at all.

George nodded. Come along, Mary.

Bernieces mother looked up for the first time since theyd entered the room. Her eyes were blank. Yes, dear. She followed her husband from the room, not looking even once at her daughter.

Albert turned to Berniece. Thats how youll behave toward me soon. I will not allow your disobedience and rude ways to continue. He gripped her shoulders tightly as he slammed his mouth down onto hers. It was a punishing kiss, and there was no doubt in her mind that it was deliberate for the way shed spoken to him.

When he finished, he grinned and wiped a trace of blood away from her mouth with his finger. Ill go now. I want you to dream about what punishments you have in store for you, my dear. With those words, he stood up and headed for the door. Just two months until our wedding. Im counting down the days.

As soon as hed left, Berniece buried her face in her hands and cried. How did her parents expect her to marry that monster?

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Berniece managed to corner her mother the following morning. She spoke to her softly as they washed the dishes together. Im not sure I can marry Mr. Chase. Hes not a kind man.

Neither is your father. Its a womans lot in life to marry whatever man her father chooses for her. I tried to talk your father into a man closer to your age who wasnt as... cruel, but he refused. You have no choice but to marry him. Her mother handed her a plate to dry. Shed obviously given up on helping her only child.