by Loki Renard
“I’m sorry,” she said. “I don’t want any more, I won’t do anything bad again. I promise!”
“Mhm,” he said, not sounding entirely convinced. “I suspect you’d say almost anything to avoid another application of the cane. But mischief of the kind you’ve shown yourself capable of is not solved with three little strokes. Now come here.”
He led her by the hand to the couch, sat down, and drew her over his knee. Lydia was seriously considering embarking on a fresh round of tears when she realized that he did not seem intent on spanking her. Instead he ran his fingers lightly over her bottom in an exploratory fashion.
“You have very tender skin,” he murmured. “I think I’ll put some cream on that now.”
She heard the pop of a cap and then a moment later something cool and soothing was dabbed against the wicked end of one of the cane lines. Almost immediately the worst of the sting seemed to abate. As Tristan ran his fingers across her bottom, following the lines of the cane with the cream, she was slowly soothed into a less painful state. After a few minutes she could still feel the pain, but it was much muted. Her tears dried up and she began to feel better as he rubbed her bottom in a comforting fashion.
“The problem with you, Lydia, is that your behavior exceeds your capacity for punishment,” he said dryly, swatting her bottom far too lightly to cause any pain, and being careful to avoid the lines where the cane had landed. “And yet, you’re a little brat who deserves three or four times what you’ve received thus far. I will have to be more inventive with you.”
His fingers slid down to the crevice of her cheeks and the pad of his index finger found her bottom hole. His touch was cool, so there must have been a little of the cream on his digit still, which was just as well for Lydia, for after a few circular strokes he began pressing more firmly against her anal bud.
She began to squirm again as he pushed inside the tight little hole, using the cream as a lubricant as he pushed deeper inside her. It was a very strange feeling, one of being stretched and filled but not in the same way it felt when he was inside her pussy; instead it made her feel naughty and rather small as she wriggled in an instinctive response to having her bottom penetrated.
“Officer Worsely,” Tristan called out in tones that he must have been confident would pierce the doors of his inner sanctum. “Bring me the punishment plugs.”
Lydia blushed furiously as she laid there, her caned bottom on display, her skirts up over her waist, her anal bud stretched around his finger. There was little modesty in the matter as the officer entered the room, bringing with him a polished wooden case that he placed next to Tristan before departing.
Tristan opened the case, revealing a series of six black rubber plugs, soft diamond shapes with rounded tips, wide midsections that narrowed down before flaring out to even wider bases.
“Do you know what these are for?”
“I haven’t a clue.”
“These go in your bottom,” he informed her.
“All of them?” She did not have to inject additional horror into her tone.
“No,” he chuckled. “Just one.”
One was bad enough. Lydia began to wriggle with concern at the notion of having one of those big things in her bottom. Even the smaller of them was thicker than two of Tristan’s fingers and she wasn’t sure she could accommodate such a thing.
Tristan slid his finger slowly in and out of her tight hole while she looked at the plugs. “Having your bottom filled for a little while will teach you an important lesson, I think,” he said. “It will remind you that the consequences of reckless behavior are far reaching and long lasting.”
Lydia’s only response was a small moan. What could she possibly say in response? He had control of her body and her bottom and she knew there would be no avoiding this stage of the punishment any more than she could have avoided the caning.
To her dismay, he did not choose the smallest plug. He chose the third-to-smallest, which was still more intimidating than Lydia was comfortable with. It was probably three fingers wide at its thickest point, far larger than she could imagine would fit inside her most intimate place.
His finger slid from her rear and in its place Tristan dabbed a little more gel and then introduced the softly rounded tip of the plug. The tip was much smaller than his finger had been, so it slid quite smoothly and easily at first, but as the plug began to flare, its progress slowed as the tight ring of muscle resisted its progress.
“Relax and breathe,” Tristan reminded her smoothly.
Clasping at the fabric of his trousers, she uttered a squeaked little curse. It felt as though she were being stretched impossibly wide as it slid deeper and deeper, taking her past several points of no return until finally the thickest part of it passed the muscular ring of her bottom, and then the rest of it seemed to be drawn in quite naturally until the wide base sat against her anus. She understood then why they were called plugs. She was corked as well as any champagne bottle might be.
“You will wear this until I tell you otherwise,” he informed her, swatting an un-caned part of her bottom so that she felt the sting on her skin and the plug moving inside her rear with a light jiggling motion that was most… stimulating.
“You’re wet,” he said suddenly.
“No, I’m not.”
She couldn’t be. The caning had been terribly painful and the plug horribly embarrassing and there was no way that she could possibly have been aroused by such treatment.
Tristan wiped his hands on a sanitary cleaning cloth and put his fingers to her lower lips. Suddenly, she felt the wetness he had observed for herself. Now that he was tenderly stroking her lips, she noticed that the plug seemed to stimulate not just her anus, but have an effect on her pussy as well. Her clit was a hard little nub against Tristan’s leg and she was quite soaked.
“Sit up,” he said in gruffly aroused tones. “And straddle me.”
The fly of his pants came down and his cock was freed to stand at attention between her parted thighs as Tristan helped her move into the new position, her bottom stinging as her thighs spread wide enough to allow her to kneel with one leg on either side of his thighs. The position brought her wetness in contact with the exposed length of his manhood, the heat of his hardness making a soft moan of pleasure rise to her lips.
He placed his hands on her hips and urged her up, the head of his cock finding her parted lips with unerring accuracy. Tristan held her in place for a long moment, his eyes locked on hers as she squirmed atop the head of his cock, her lower muscles cramping as her body instinctively tried to draw him in. She saw desire, lust, and love in his eyes as he slowly pushed inside her, claiming her pussy the same way the plug had claimed her bottom. She could feel the plug inside her stretched bottom somehow rubbing the narrow internal barrier between the two cavities as Tristan lifted her up and down the length of his shaft, keeping her locked in place so that she could not pull off entirely at the top of the stroke.
With every descent, her naughty caned bottom made contact with his thighs and ignited fresh sting that went along with the movement of the plug inside her anal canal. He had made every sensitive erogenous zone below her waist complicit in her punishment, a slow fucking that served the twin purposes of pain and pleasure.
Lydia could barely contain her reactions, her head thrown back, her mouth open wide and emitting moans that she was rather certain would not be contained to the room. Her ecstasy was in some limited way on public display, just as the sounds of her being caned must have been. Her inner walls clenched his cock harder at the realization that most of Tristan’s guard knew he had taken his naughty wife in hand, caned her, plugged her bottom, and was now fucking her wet pussy.
He took her that way for a very long time, not speeding up his strokes one little bit no matter how much she whimpered and begged for release. Lydia wanted to come more than she had ever wanted anything in her life, but he felt the clenching of her cunt and the tension in her body and warned her again
st it.
“If you come, I will cane you again,” he growled in warning when she thrust her clit hard against his pubic bone and tried to grind herself to completion.
Her eyes went wide and her pussy contracted at the idea and she almost came on the spot.
“You can’t help yourself, can you,” he said with an ardent growl. “Punishment excites you, even though you hate it. You can’t help but want it.”
“Mnngghh… yess…” Lydia admitted.
Tristan growled with approving lust, pulled her off his cock, pushed her over the back of the couch, and began spanking her bottom with hard slaps of his palm that landed over the cane lines and made her wail. He was right. The spanking that would have reduced her to tears under normal circumstances was now like gasoline on the fire of her need. She moaned and arched her back, taking hard slap after hard slap as he punished her for her sins and then thrust his cock back into the hot wet channel between her legs and began a vigorous pounding that left her with both orifices stretched wide around hard shafts, her flesh quivering on the very precipice of orgasm.
She felt his hand curl in her hair, his lips next to her ear as he growled the order she so desperately wanted to obey.
“Come.”
Lydia’s orgasm burst through her like a detonation, every single one of her nerves firing at once or so it felt as her muscles clenched, every part of her going taut and tight, especially the parts wrapped around Tristan’s cock and the plug. The climax was so powerful that she lost consciousness for a moment.
She came to her full senses a few seconds later, still with the plug in her. Tristan had pulled himself from her and had settled her on his lap, pressing kisses to her fevered brow as she moaned softly after the overwhelming climax.
“Are you alright, my sweet?” Eyes filled with concern looked down at her.
She managed a nod and a murmured. “I’m alright. Just… dizzy…”
Lydia curled up against his body as he soothed her back to full consciousness with soft words and tender touch until the blushing covering her face, neck, and chest faded to a less bright hue and the mental fuzziness departed to allow her a sharper sense of the world.
“Well,” Tristan said finally. “I’m not sure if that was punishment or not. The lines always do seem to become blurred where you are concerned. Have you learned your lesson?”
Lydia nodded swiftly as he looked down into her eyes with an expression that told her she most certainly better have done.
“I have,” she said. “I won’t leave the house without your permission ever again. I promise. I’ll be the perfect prisoner… er… wife.”
His left brow rose in an expression of censure. “I do not mean to treat you as a prisoner. I am doing my best to keep you safe.”
“From what? My friends? From freedom? From something else?”
Tristan let out a long-suffering sigh. “Given your behavior, Lydia, mostly from yourself.”
* * *
Clearly Tristan was not certain that she had managed to learn her lesson, for the next morning, Lydia found herself back over Tristan’s knee, her anus coated liberally in lubricant as Tristan spread her cheeks and pressed the same infernal plug from the day before into her tight canal. He had allowed her to take it out before bed, but only so he could put it back in, it seemed.
“Must you do this, Tristan? I don’t need this plug in my bottom to remember not to steal your car,” she said, her tone more plaintive than her words, which held a note of defiance.
“It makes an excellent reminder,” he said as he seated the base of the plug neatly against her anus. “While you’re doing your chores you will not forget the reason why. I will return in four short hours and remove it then.”
“Four hours? I must wear this for four hours?” Lydia’s dismay was great. It had been bad enough having her bottom spread around the little rubber intrusion for the duration of her discipline the previous evening. Wearing it while she worked would be a much more distracting prospect.
Her husband kissed her and left for work. Lydia soon discovered that the plug was just as distracting as she had imagined it would be. There was no forgetting about it; every movement she made was made with an awareness of Tristan’s dominion over her. Shamefully, it only served to arouse her. By the time she heard his car purring into the property those long four hours later she was completely slick with arousal, her thighs sliding wetly together as she went to greet him.
Tristan met her with a passionate kiss, one that she answered ardently, pressing herself against his tall, hard frame. It was invitation enough for him to put his hand under her dress and pat her bottom, his fingers sliding between her cheeks to find the base of the plug. Lydia let out a soft moan and ground herself against him, her clit pressed wantonly against the hard length of his thigh.
“Look at you,” he said in a passionate growl. “Your plugging has made you wetter than I’ve ever seen you. Do you like the feeling of being filled for me, Lydia?”
The question made her blush. Instead of answering it directly, she moved against him with ever more desperation, her hips jerking as he tapped the base of the plug and made it jump inside her, his smile growing devilish as he watched her squirm in an overheated state.
Finally he took pity on her. He took his hand, led her to the bathroom, and there his fingers took hold of the base of the plug and slowly turned it as well as pulled, causing it to pivot and slide from her bottom, the thickest part of it emerging first, making her gasp and clutch at his strong arms. The rest of the device slid slowly from her rear and was abandoned into the sink.
From bathroom to bedroom, Tristan stripped her quickly, placed her on her hands and knees on the bed, and began her reward. Her pussy lips were flowering with feminine dew, but it was not their gleaming embrace that Tristan’s hard length found. Instead it was the once tight little hole above. Lydia gasped as she felt the hot head of his cock sliding against that lubricated aperture. There was a brief moment in which she felt anxiety at being unable to take his thickness there, for his cock was much larger than the plug had been, but as his head pushed forward, the narrowness of the tip flaring to the thickness of the shaft, she let out a sigh of pure satisfaction. He pushed inside her, his cock smoothly taking the place the plug had. Thanks to that rubber instrument, her bottom was well stretched and more than ready for his languid strokes.
As he fucked her slowly, her only cause for complaint was the neglect of her clit and her clenching pussy, both of which responded to the thrusting in her bottom by creating even more desire. The deeper Tristan sank inside her rear, the more she felt the inner walls of her pussy clench, desperate for the cock it was being denied.
She whimpered through her moans and somehow he knew what was wrong and reached under her, his fingers finding her clit and cupping her lips and teasing and playing with both as he continued to thrust slowly in and out of her tight bottom.
“You are such a good girl,” he praised, the warmth in his voice eliciting a corresponding warmth in her body. “You have obeyed me in everything and you have more than made up for the recklessness of yesterday. If you keep up this behavior, we will have no further quarrels, you and I.”
She responded only with a moan, her bottom clutching his cock tightly as he began to pick up the pace, using her anus as he usually used her pussy, pleasuring her through a new series of sensations that were enhanced by his fingertips playing over the bud of her clit in concentric circles, which teased her toward higher peaks of pleasure.
The tightness and heat of that forbidden channel soon overcame his ability to hold back. Lydia felt his cock swell just moments before he drove deep, his cum spilling inside her, his fingers rubbing her clit harder and faster, striking that little flinty pebble of desire into a flame of climax that tipped her finally over the edge and made her wails join his grunts of release as the final spurts splashed inside her.
She let out a little whimper as he slid from her bottom, the muscle resisting closing a
s it once had. Her body had been made malleable to his desires, and in the process she had been taken on a journey of sensation unlike any she had experienced in his arms before.
“Good girl,” he murmured against her lips, making her smile into his kiss.
Chapter Ten
For a full seven days, Lydia was good. Very good. She made sure to complete all the tasks Tristan had set for her and not once did she steal his car or deal in contraband or even so much as set foot out of the property, limiting herself to walks in the gardens on sunny days. It was, by far, the most mind-numbing tedium she had ever endured. Being unable to indulge her cigarette habit meant she had to spend the whole time in the company of her fully functional mind, which she did not enjoy at all. Still, obedience meant pleasing Tristan, and pleasing Tristan was quite rewarding. She rather liked seeing his lips spread in a warm smile and his eyes beam at her when he returned from the not inconsiderable labors of reforming New Paris to find that she had taken on the tasks he had assigned her and triumphed over the dust and dirt that assailed her little home front.
She was busy cleaning the kitchen one morning when three motor vehicles pulled up the driveway, each of them containing four soldiers. Frowning to herself, she dropped the cloth on the counter, took her apron off, and went out to meet them, thinking Tristan must be coming home with some serious matter.
“Mrs. Kane,” the soldier addressed her. It was the first time anyone had called her Mrs. Kane and she felt a little thrill of excitement at hearing it. “We have been given orders to take you to New Paris. The president wishes to have you by his side as he addresses the people on this afternoon’s broadcast.”
“Oh! Oh, very well,” Lydia said, feeling quite giddy with excitement. “Let me get ready.”
She rushed into the house, washed up quickly, and put on one of the more formal dresses Tristan had gotten for her, a blue silk dress that fit her curves to perfection. She put her hair up and spent several minutes putting on her makeup. Tristan preferred her without it, really, but if she was to be broadcast to the colony, then she needed to look the part.