Silas walked over to the barn wall, pulling down two strips of leather, one wider and longer, the other thin and whippy. Her heart galloped in her chest, watching him stride back with purposeful intent. “Give me your hands.”
She thrust her dainty, shaking hands out to him, unsure of his next action. His large hands wrapped the delicate strip of leather around both wrists, tying it tight enough to keep them immobile. “Kneel on the chair.”
He waved the doubled over wide leather strap, pointing with it toward the spindled chair.
And although fear of the pain knotted the muscles in her belly, her clit throbbed speaking to her underlying sexual reaction to pain and fear. She’d never understand why the thought of a spanking would send her arousal soaring, her juices letting down, pooling at the tight seam of her sex.
She loved submitting, loved her husband being in charge, dominating her—every inch of her. But even more, Minnie craved the fear and anticipation. Her heart quickened, her pulse pounding in her ears, the blood pumping vigorously through her veins, her heart racing, and the inability to take deep breaths.
Nothing made her sex seep like his surprise kidnapping or anticipating a severe punishment. Standing in the corner or being told she’d be whipped at bed time had her sex thrumming and her ass clenching.
Minnie liked the chase, but she craved the capture.
Not pleased with her hesitation, Silas swung his arm out, the strap slicing across the crest of her bottom.
Tucking her hips forward to avoid any additional swats, she bunny hopped over to the chair, quickly assuming the requested position.
“Bend over the back. Grip the rails.” His voice thick with a harsh edge to it rumbled over her body.
Goose bumps rose on the surface of her skin. She held onto the rungs, the wood cool against her sweaty palms.
Silas pushed her chemise up onto her back, leaving it bunched just under her shoulder blades, and immediately drew down her drawers to her knees. The warm air felt cool on her yawning ass; she blushed, embarrassed by the slick sound her pussy lips made as her position forced them open. She shifted on her knees, giving her clit a little rub with her labia.
“I like this bare pussy. I may need to shave you tonight; the stubble feels rough on my fingers.” His fingers adeptly spread the lips of her pussy further, leaving her ruffled inner lips exposed to him. “You’re sopping wet, girl.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“No time to deal with that right now. Instead, I have to beat your ass with this strap.” He tugged her drawers to her ankles. “Lift so that I can take these off completely.” He tossed them onto the floor directly in front of her.
She’d have to stare at her fancy undergarment, a constant reminder that she was bare from the waist down—exposed to anyone who walked into the barn unannounced. Her womb spasmed at the thought.
“Should I make the farm hands come in? Have each of them take a swipe at that bottom?”
Minnie gasped. “N-No, Sir.”
“Do you get a say in how I punish you or humiliate you?” His finger slid between her buttocks, tapping on her little hole.
“No, Sir.”
He moaned deep in his chest. “No, you don’t. I think I’ll be adding punishment to your strapping. Does that scare you?”
“A little.”
“Why are you being whipped?” The cool leather skated across her bottom, her whole body shivering. A severe belting from Silas was something to fear—and she’d had enough of them to feel the terror roiling in her belly.
“Swearing, Sir. And because I taught Clara to swear also.” Her breasts ached dangling over the back of the chair, her nipples hard yearning to be touched or pinched. She leaned back hoping to slide them along the hardwood, but her husband knew exactly what she wanted.
“Looks like your breasts need attention, bad girl.” He drew the chemise over her head, slipping it off her body, leaving her completely naked draped over the painted black chair. Silas knelt in front of her, tossing his long brown hair over his shoulders and licking his lips. His dark eyes shimmered and he narrowed that dark stare at her before tugging on her nipples like one would a milking cow, elongating each taut, brown teat, the tingle going straight to her sex.
Minnie thrust her hips, moaning, tossing her head back, eyes rolling. “Jesus!”
His warm, moist mouth sucked her in before biting the hardened tip. Not wanting to ignore its mate, he tweaked and twisted it also between his punishing fingers.
Gasping, she looked into his dark eyes again, hoping this time there would be mercy evident, that he’d relent, but she saw neither. Minnie felt relieved that he’d stay stern and strict. Silas gave her what she needed, not just what she deserved.
“You have a scab here from my bite the other night. Think I’ll make a matching one over here.” He shoved her breast into his mouth, her nipple touching the back of his tongue gliding along the roof of his mouth as he slowly slid off the now slick skin.
Before she could plead with him to not bite her, his teeth sunk into her nipple at the very edge where it met the areola, scissoring along the sensitive nub. She screeched, the searing, burning pain permeating her. Minnie grit her teeth, the pain acutely connected with her sex, her juices gushing, wetting the inside of her thighs.
“Oh! Oh, Silas!” Hips thrusting forward, the muscles constricting in her womb until she screamed with her orgasm, quaking and trembling with each aftershock.
Silas pulled tightly on the nipple, exacerbating her release, the spasms continuing at regular intervals. “I think I’ve grown used to the taste of your blood on my tongue, girl. It’s an added punishment and a mark you can carry for days—our little secret.” He laved the breast; a thick red drop quickly rose to the surface before he could swipe it away with the tip of his tongue. “I’ll put some whiskey on this before your nap to make sure it’s clean and doesn’t fester.”
Always caring and protective.
“I like that your excitement is gone—your spanking will hurt more.” He abruptly stood, her breasts cooling quickly with the loss of his warm mouth and hands. Retrieving the leather, he stood behind her, lazily dragging it along her ass.
“We’ve discussed your language many times now, bad girl. Today you’ll receive forty lashes because apparently, thirty wasn’t enough.”
Minnie couldn’t imagine how she’d make it through forty. She wanted to plead, but she already knew that he wouldn’t relent, and it may make him angrier.
“Here’s a choice. You can take forty lashes and forego the added punishment I have planned. Or, you can go for thirty and submit willingly to the additional penance.” He tapped the inside of her leg with a finger, the nonverbal communication to spread her kneeling stance.
She complied obediently, biting her lip in worry. “Can you give me a hint on the penance, Sir?”
“No. It’s part of the deal; you make a blind choice. Ultimately, I can make the choice for you, but I like the idea of you deciding with no knowledge. What will it be, Little Captive?” He tapped the leather on her pussy—not hard, but enough to urge her to answer quickly.
“I… I think… thirty, please. I’ll do thirty and the unknown.”
“Good choice.”
She heard the whistle before the stripe of fire sunk into her consciousness and plump ass, each buttock wobbling with the force. With no warning and no ability to mentally prepare, the initial sting had her almost losing control of her bladder. “Oh. Oh, God!”
Silas paused. The silence deafening. Minnie took a deep breath, steeling herself for the next lashes.
The next few strikes had her leaning forward, gripping the wood with her hands so tightly she was white knuckled.
Stopping abruptly, his rough, calloused hand rubbed her now sensitive flesh, pinching and plumping it. “Tell me loudly what word you kept saying, and taught to your friend.”
“I said fuck, Sir.”
“You will spell that word twice and I will spank your bottom for
each letter. Clear?”
“Yes, Sir.”
Silas focused each stroke on the underside of her bottom and her upper thighs, and Minnie, to her credit, didn’t miss a letter. However, once he stopped, she hung over the chair, sobbing. The strap at his parents’ house was much thicker than the one around his waist that he’d been using on her.
I may have to hide that fucker!
He may stop her from saying the word aloud, but it wouldn’t stop her saying it in her head. Her form of rebellion.
“I’m giving you the next fifteen all at once. It may be difficult for you to hold still or keep your hands out of the way. But, you will not cover your bottom. Clear?”
She hated when he demanded she hold still or not cover her bottom. It felt so cold and callous. Uncaring. Yet she knew he did care—he watched her all the time. He protected her—even from herself. His expectations were high, and he pushed her further than she thought she could do most days, rewarding her when it was all over. But the struggle to meet his demands sometimes made her so angry. Minnie grit her teeth, biting back a sarcastic response.
She wondered if even he would be able to hold still for the belt. How would he fare if that was being swung against his sensitive flesh?
Her head jerked back, the burn in her scalp making her yelp loudly. Her throat stretching uncomfortably back, his grimacing face could only be seen out of the corner of her eye as he growled into her ear, twisting his fist in her hair. “Are you having trouble with your tongue, girl? Do you need me to add some sting to your face to get your lips moving?”
“N-no, Sir. I won’t cover my bottom. I’ll be good.”
Instantly, he released her hair, letting her head drop back down. He bit the sensitive skin between her neck and shoulder—hard. “You will answer questions when they’re asked. I’ll tolerate no rebellion from you. Ever.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Minnie’s heart raced. Her breasts, scalp, and bottom burned and ached.
Swearing of all things.
His disappointment and strict punishments were never worth the thrill of doing something wrong.
Shortly after that, the whipping commenced. Within the first two licks, her screams filled her ears; she swore her ass felt like it would burst into flames. She wagged her head back and forth matching the rhythm of her hips swaying, doing her best to avoid the strikes, but to no avail. The whole of her body shook, her thighs quaking with her insides, clenching, unable to process anything but her pain and the length of leather wreaking havoc on her buttocks.
When she began to think she could hold back no longer and may reach back to cover her bottom, his arm dropped the leather onto the floor to her left of the chair. Her hair stuck to the tears on her face, hanging like a drape over her eyes. She sobbed, coughing and hiccupping.
“My poor girl. Let’s get you up and into my arms.” His hand pried her fingers away from the wooden spindles; she clung to them white knuckled. “Oh, baby. Hold on. You appear to have had an accident.” He walked away to grab a cloth from a table. Standing her up, he wiped her legs before cleaning a small puddle from the middle of the chair.
Is that?—Did I?—Oh Lord!
She threw her hand over her mouth before covering her face with both hands, her sobs renewing.
“Hey. Hey.” Silas pulled her hands down. “It’s to be expected. I was really rough with you, girl. You had a natural reaction to a punishment that was harsh; it’s your body’s way of submitting.”
“But… I’m not…”
Sitting in the chair, he pulled her to curl on his lap. Tilting her chin up, he smiled at her then kissed her lips gently. “This punishment was severe; your body’s reaction is completely out of your control. But the severity was mandatory this time. Apparently you only learn from harsh, strict measures.”
“It was that, no doubt.” Minnie grinned weakly at him. She played at the buttons on his shirt, avoiding eye contact, not wanting to see disappointment. “I’m sorry.”
“You are a very sad girl. And as much as I hate having to give you spankings like this, I’ll whip your little ass again—just as hard—if you ask for it.”
“I know. I won’t.” She made eye contact with him, wanting him to know she had learned her lesson.
“See to it you don’t.”
She tucked her head into his chest, the rhythm of his heartbeat in her ear soothing and comforting her. She closed her eyes, his body swaying with her in his arms. He stroked her hair, cooing and murmuring into her temple.
“Best day of my life was the day my assignment had me capturing and saving you. I can’t imagine even a day without you now. I’m not even sure I could survive.” He paused long enough that she tilted her head back to look at him.
She traced her finger over his grizzly beard, loving how rugged he looked, his long hair brushing against her cheek. But it was his eyes that had her concerned; they appeared to be swimming—was he in tears? “Silas, I’m not going anywhere. I love you. You’ll always be my captor. I just hope you don’t tire of me… I’m just… I’m not easy.” Her eyes swam with renewed tears.
Her body wracked with a hiccup trembling in his arms, a reminder of her recent bout of sobbing—along with the searing pain in her hind-end.
Silas stroked her sore bottom, now fully exposed since he had her leaning on her hip to avoid contact with his pants. “I’ll never tire of you. And as for you not bein’ easy… I got the cure for that. And to be honest, I kinda like having to get after you. Keeping your little ass red will ensure my cock has a hot place to rest every night.” He chuckled deep in his chest; the love conveyed in it soothing any doubts she had. She loved him, and he loved her also.
Minnie relaxed, her breathing becoming shallow, he knew she was on the verge of falling asleep.
“We need to do one more thing before you can go to sleep, babygirl.”
Oh f—, oh shit!
“Nooo! Oh, no.” Silas blurred in her watery gaze.
Silas stood with her still in his embrace. “Hands on the seat of the chair.”
“Silas, I can’t do any more spanking. I just… I can’t.” Minnie’s hands wrung in front of her, staring at the chair as if it were a venomous snake.
“Baby, listen.”
She swiveled, looking into those dark brown eyes. What was she seeing?
Was it mercy, maybe?
“We’re done with your bottom, and I agree it couldn’t take any more. But you still have another punishment. You agreed, remember?” He quirked his eyebrow at her, dipping his chin.
“Yes. But—” She eyed the chair again.
Damn fucking chair.
Silas chuckled. “I seem to remember hating that chair for many years too. Trust me and put your hands on the seat.”
Against her better judgment, Minnie gripped the edge, staring at the black paint, chipped from many years’ use. She pulled in a shaky breath, her body quaking in anticipation.
The top of a jar unscrewed and he took a healthy dollop of oil onto his finger. “Push your bottom out.”
She curved her back pushing her ass out as requested, not liking where this was going—at all.
Pulling her left buttocks roughly, his large fingers found her and pressed against her little hole, working the lubricant in.
“Sil—What are you… ohhhh.” The tight muscle burning from the intrusion.
“Since you seem to have trouble remembering what you’re allowed and not allowed to do, I think a reminder might be in order. Something to help you think before you speak or act.”
The intrusion into her anus became uncomfortable to the point that she grunted, unable to keep her hips still. It felt as if Silas pushed not one, but two—or maybe three—fingers into her bottom. Extricating his finger from her orifice, she looked over her shoulder to see him wiping them with a cloth before reaching into his pocket, pulling out a shiny, steel rectal dilator. The sun reflected off the new metal monster. It was huge, the largest one in the box.
&nbs
p; Minnie had learned to hate these. Not long after their honeymoon, he had started with the smallest size increasing to the largest plug preparing her for anal. And although she had learned to enjoy anal—even having an orgasm—she never learned to like wearing these dilators all day.
“Nooo, Silas.”
“Is that how you speak to me?” He pinched her sore bottom—hard.
“No, Sir. But—”
“But, nothing. Who decides your punishment?” He rounded the chair, standing in front of her and tilting her chin up. The other hand holding the shiny silver butt plug.
“You do, Sir.”
“That’s right. And you agreed to this punishment.” Narrowing his eyes at her, Silas nodded, obviously satisfied with what he saw in her eyes. He stood behind her again; a shiver ran through her body.
She had acquiesced.
Submitted.
His fingers spread her cheeks, exposing her dusky hole, the air swirling over the lubed pucker. Silas pressed the cool metal tip to the tight whorl. “Push back, girl. Let this in.”
Minnie bore down. Pushing and pulling, he worked the large plug against the tight muscle. She groaned, grunting against the burning pain.
It’s too big. It won’t fit.
Silas slapped her sore backside, inflaming the seared flesh. “Stop clenching and push back.”
Before she restrained her tongue, she shouted. “I did! It’s too big.”
He grabbed a large handful of her hair, tugging her head back so sharply that she shouted. Taking advantage of the shout and release of anal tension, with a final thrust, the plug became fully seated in her, the ring of muscle closing on the neck of the dilator.
Her bowels felt full, the urge to go to the bathroom overpowering with the massive intrusion. She groaned deep in her throat, hating the feeling.
“Do you think you can remember to speak in a lady-like manner? To restrain your mouth?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Is your cunt dripping, Missus Stone?”
Looking over her shoulder she watched his nimble fingers unbutton his jeans, his heavy, hard cock falling out. He stroked the silky length, the bulbous purple head dripping with pre-cum.
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