It was a great grace for Elizabeth Monroe that she'd let him steer her arm away from her softness, and let him look at her rosy details unobstructed. The way she avoided his eyes but kept her breasts right there for him was invigorating. It gave him hope for her, and the aesthetics were beautiful. He would have hummed in acceptance if she hadn't misbehaved so, earlier. The obedience concerning his verbal command was harder for the girl to follow. But she arrived at the post eventually, hugging it between her pleasures. He should tell her not to look back at him, she was not a part of this conversation, but Elsie had emotional blue eyes, that stood out in the darkness, so he'd rather take it as a reward for himself to see her expressions.<br/><br/>"You're not under my protection, Elizabeth." he reminded her when she tasted his name. "You can call Mr. Williams. I am not familiar let alone married to a girl like you." he reached out to count the notches in her spine until he could reach the divide in her body that rounded to her cheeks. He'd targeted them before, but it had been feather light compared to what she deserved now. Perhaps her days of being gently rubbed and petted were over. He weighed one fleshy cushion and then pulled it slightly to the side, to have full view of her rosette pucker before he let go, to let her round shift back into place. Elsie was his object, and he was thinking how to better it.<br/><br/>He took a step back from the completely undressed woman, and folded his wrist to the opposite direction. The belt cut the distance and drew across the new skin like it was hungry to mark her. "Tell me, then, Ms. Monroe, champion of women, how free and formidable you feel now." he wanted that from her which had come between them. He accused her political view, and was going to lash it out of her. Another twist of his hand, and the belt collided deftly to make a mirror welt on her body. Oscar could not be anything but thorough. He was marking her so she'd remember why it was important she always be vigilant on what he thought.<br/><br/>He had anticipated punishing his wife. Really, it was almost a testament to their compatibility that he'd not marred her skin yet. "So, are all women equal to all men, Elizabeth?" he pushed. "Or would you like to amend your views?"