“You were just so proud of me when I passed the first one, and I knew this one was going to be so much more difficult. I really didn’t think I’d pass, and I didn’t want to get your hopes up to have to tell you I failed.”
“Buttercup, I’d be proud of you pass or fail. Just that you worked so hard to try and meet your goals.”
“I know.”
“A celebration is in order.” She looked up at me, hopeful I had forgotten her paddling. “Tomorrow we will celebrate your achievement. Tonight, we have a few issues to discuss.”
Buttercup’s green eyes popped open wide as she gave a gulp.
I pointed to the high, rounded arm of the couch. “I want you bared and bent over the arm of the couch. Now.”
Avoiding my gaze, she scurried over to the end of the couch.
Fumbling with the button of her jeans, she managed to get it undone and tugged the zipper down. Pulling her pants and panties down in one swoop, she shivered as the cool air hit her bare skin.
Buttercup bent over the soft arm of the couch, her stomach pressing in to the round arm. With her torso hanging over the couch, her hands pressed into its soft cushions. Dark hair fell on either side of her face like a curtain.
My wife. Baring herself to me for punishment. Nothing else could quite run a thrill through my hot blood as seeing her offering her body to me. Her shirt was falling down around her breasts, exposing her smooth white back. Her bare ass curved so perfectly, meeting the tops of her naked thighs. I smiled as she gave a deep sigh—awaiting her punishment.
I had always desired the love of a strong-willed woman who would submit to me. A woman who desired me to protect her—as well as correct her. A shiver of desire ran down my spine whenever I would catch a glimpse of a man lovingly correcting his wife. Whether it be a soft whisper in her ear that would make her blush, or even a simple raise of a stern brow. It made my balls tighten, my cock hardening in my pants. Envisioning him taking her home for a good, sound over the knee spanking.
And now, I was that man. The one guiding his overindulging wife from the party—firmly by the elbow—telling her she’d had enough. Those poor saps stuck at the party, their wives getting drunker and drunker. Speaking to their man disrespectfully. Making a fool of themselves. When everyone else at the party, or at least I, wanted that man to take that woman in hand and get her home.
I had a hand like a paddle. And since I met Buttercup, I had been able to put it to good use. Now, that she was my wife—to have and to hold forever—our relationship had grown into a marriage.
Approaching her I watched as a slight shiver ran down her spine, her skin breaking out in goose bumps. My tone was low and husky as I spoke, “Buttercup, you outright lied to me by not telling me Ryder had been coming around. And tonight—you gave me the scare of my life. I know you had a lot on your mind with the exam, but that is no excuse to disappear without a trace. I am going to thoroughly punish you and then send you to bed. I want you laying on your tummy thinking about your poor choices tonight. Is that clear?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Good.” I brushed over the bare skin of her bottom, more goosebumps further dotting her skin. “This little bottom is going to be bright red when I am done.” It would be a beautiful cherry red that I would later catch her glimpsing at in the mirror.
Buttercup had directly disobeyed me. She had disregarded my rule of taking her phone with her. And she had to be punished. Standing over her I placed one hand on the small of her back, she gave a tremble beneath me. The other hand I rested on her bared bottom. “Buttercup. I am going to spank your bottom for the stunt you pulled tonight. Then, I will give you the paddling I promised you if you did not tell me about Ryder.”
“Yes, sir.”
Lifting my hand, I brought it down on the center of her left cheek. Then the right. I pressed harder into her lower back as my hand covered every inch of her beautiful bottom with stinging slaps. Her skin turning pink, her toes digging into the carpet, soft whines coming from her lips with each spank. This was no sensual spanking. This was a ‘listen to your man or face the consequences’, thrashing. Though I knew if I slid my fingers in her afterwards, my little Butterbaby’s pussy would be dripping. “Don’t you ever,” I lectured in between spanks, “leave this house again,” spank, spank, spank, “without leaving a note and taking your phone.”
“I won’t, I promise, Jake!” she cried. “I’ll always take my phone, I promise.”
I stopped, looking over her hot, red, skin. I was satisfied with her fist punishment. Leaving her hanging over the sofa, sniffling and shifting her weight from tiptoe to tiptoe, I went over to my special drawer, reserved for my implements. Opening the drawer, I took out the little blue paddle. I knew she dreaded it. Having only used it on her once before, the hard plastic had left a sting in her memory.
Her eyes wide, she looked over at me, her nose red from crying. “Not the paddle. Please Jake… I won’t ever do that again, I promise.”
The begging of her high, sweet voice tugged at my heart. But not enough to let her leave that couch without the lesson burned into her memory—as well as her ass. “Yes, the paddle. Big mistakes have big consequences.”
Buttercup hung her head back down, moaning.
“What did I tell you about Ryder?”
“That I was to tell you if I saw him or spoke to him.”
“And did you?”
“Noo,” she wailed.
“How many times, Buttercup? How many times did you see him or speak to him and not inform me of it?”
“I’m not sure. Once I bumped into him at the Five and Dime, and a couple times he drove by the building on my shift. I’m so sorry I didn’t tell you, but he was harmless, just as I had told you. See? He was just wanting to get to know Cherry. Isn’t it romantic? It was harmless, but I’m sorry I disobeyed you and I’ll never do it again. Just please, no paddle—”
Whack!
I interrupted her with the paddle. “Five for the Five and Dime, five for the drive-bys. I know alls well that ends well and there was no real danger, but that doesn’t excuse you from lying.”
“Ten?” she moaned.
“Nine, now.” Whack, whack, whack. That blue paddle was small but man, it packed a sting. Her already reddened bottom was darkening with each smack of the paddle.
“Jaake!”
Whack, whack, whack. She was sobbing, lying limp over the couch. My heart tore but I kept my word. Whack, whack, whack. Her bottom was now an angry red.
“To show you how serious I am about this, I have a third punishment I am going to apply to this pretty little bottom.”
“Not more spanking!” she cried, tears in her voice.
“No.” Returning to my special drawer, I pulled out the shiny gold metal bullet. And a bottle of lube. “This is a bigger plug for your bottom. It will fill you up and remind you of your punishment.”
She had no words. Her eyes widened as I stood beside her, squeezing a clear gel to the tip of the instrument. Knowing where it was going, what had looked small and harmless now looked monstrous. But the punishment fit the crime.
“That is going… where?”
“In your bottom. My cock has already taken you there. You should be able to handle this little number.” She gulped, squeezing her eyes shut tight and turning her head away from the butt plug.
I moved behind her. Her beautiful red bottom on display for me. “I want you to grab both cheeks and spread them for me.”
“Jake—”
“Now.” Hesitantly, her hands reached behind her, grabbing both sides of her hot, sore flesh, and parting them for me. She gave a groan of shame as she exposed the most private place of her body.
There was her little pink rosebud, begging to be plugged. My cock hardened in my pants. Her vulva, slick with excitement despite her pain, fully visible.
“Relax,” I said. She took a deep breath, lowering herself from her tiptoes, planting her feet firmly into the carpet.
“Naughty girls get their bottoms punished—twice.”
“But you already punished me twice. Your hand and the paddle,” she weakly protested.
“I misspoke. Very naughty girls, such as yourself, get their bottoms punished—inside and out.”
A moan escaped her lips.
Holding up my finger, I squeezed a small amount of lube onto my fingertip. Stepping closer to her, I said, “Hold those cheeks further open for me. Spread those legs.” Her fingertips dug into her skin, obeying my command. Using my lubed finger, I reached down and up, pressing hard onto her clit. A gasp escaped her, her buttocks clenching. A sharp slap on her punished bottom fixed that. She jumped to attention, legs and bottom spread once more.
I pressed again. Now, a moan from her lips, her pussy clenching and getting wetter. Slowly, I trailed my slick finger from her clitoris, down, and plunged it hard within her.
“Oh, Jake,” she moaned, her head turning towards me, her dark hair falling to the side behind her face. Her checks were flushed, her pink mouth hanging open in pleasure. I slid my finger out, she held her breath. I plunged it in again, this time, my thumb pressing onto her clit.
She was up on her tiptoes again, moaning and writhing, her pussy dripping wet and wrapping itself tightly around my finger. But she held her bottom open and kept her legs apart like a good girl.
My finger slid out of her, Buttercup giving a dissatisfied sigh.
“Bad little girls like you don’t get to come, my dear. Have you forgotten you’re being punished?”
“No, sir?” she said, with what sounded like shock in her voice.
“Surely,” she was saying to herself, “He couldn’t be that mean, could he?”
Oh yes, I most certainly could. This would be a lesson she would not soon forget.
I lubed my finger once more, prepared to enter her rosebud.
The gasping mew she elicited the minute my finger penetrated her anus confirmed what I already knew. “My girl likes to have her naughty bottom played with. Let’s see how she likes being plugged—with no orgasm in sight.”
A whine came from the couch. I held back a chuckle. Withdrawing my finger, I pressed the lubed, cold tip of the gold bullet at the entrance of her bottom. “Jake, I don’t know about this—”
“You don’t get to choose, sweetie. When you put yourself in danger, break the rules, and are MIA for over four hours, you take what you get. Or we can have another session with the paddle after you are plugged until you understand that. Would you like that?”
“No, sir!” she shook her dark hair, emphasizing her obedience. “I’ll take the… plug.”
“Good girl. Now relax.”
She took a deep breath. I pressed just the tip in, making her squirm. A slap to the ass and a growled warning, “Stay still,” had her perfectly frozen in place.
Slowly and gently, I pushed the narrow tip of the plug into the center of her rosebud. The tight muscles protested, but I would have my way. She gasped as the cold metal shaft entered her rectum. Her muscles clenched around it. With a few more gentle pushes, I had the plug all the way in her stretched bottom, the gold end glinting at me under the lamp light.
Her pussy was dripping.
“Stay just like that with your hands on your bottom.” Giving her one final look, her plugged, red ass high in the air, her hands spreading her cheeks, her legs spread, her bare skin, the dark hair. The shamed flushing cheeks of her face. The bright, shiny, teary eyes filled with desire. She was perfect. My heart swelled in my chest. My wife.
I put everything back in the drawer, then went to the kitchen, to wash my hands, and to let her sweat it out.
Returning to her, I pulled up her panties only and said, “You can stand up.”
Her hands twitched as if to rub at her hot flesh or take out the butt plug. But my obedient wife kept her hands to her sides—she knew what the punishment was for rubbing.
Turning her towards me, I reached down and pulled up her jeans. Her chest pressed against mine, her nipples stiff peaks through her shirt as I reached down, zipping and buttoning her jeans. Leaning down, our chests still pressed together, she gave a delicious shiver as I whispered, “Are you going to be a good girl now?”
Her head against my shoulder, she gave a small nod.
“And do as I say, and leave a note and take your phone when you leave this house?”
“Yes, sir,” she whispered.
“Good girl.” I patted her hip. “Let’s get you to bed.”
Her big, shining green eyes looked up at me pleadingly. She was disappointed there would be no lovemaking tonight, her pussy aching with desire. Instead of my loving touch, bringing her to orgasm, she would spend the night plugged with a sore ass and a wet pussy.
Taking her hand, I led her to our bedroom. With each step she took I knew she could feel the fullness of the plug, her muscles tightening around it.
In the bedroom I found the gown I wanted her to wear. Thin white cotton, with a little lace and tiny pink bow around the scooped neckline. “Lift your arms.”
She did, a look of love in her eyes. Raising the material from her waist, I lifted the shirt up and off, exposing her bra and bare midriff. Reaching around her back, I unhooked her lacy bra, letting her breasts spring free from the cups. The straps of the bra slid down her arms and to the floor. My mouth instantly went to her left breast, taking her nipple in my mouth and giving a suck and light nibble.
Kneeling, I kissed my way down her soft stomach, then unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans. Pulling the denim down and over her ass, she sucked air in-between her teeth as the rough material dragged across her sore skin. Holding onto her hands, I helped her to step out of the jeans, one leg at a time.
I stood, taking in the sight of bare breasted Buttercup, wearing nothing but a simple pair of panties. “These will have to go, too,” I said, hooking my fingers in the elastic waist. “I want to see that cherry red bottom while you are sleeping.
She gave a shiver, her cheeks flushing. I pulled the panties off and she stepped out of them as well. Leaving her naked, I picked up and folded the discarded clothing enjoying the view of her bare pussy and breasts as I did.
She lifted her arms. I helped her into the gown. It gave a light swish as it fell into place. The white material stopped just above her knees, the lacy edging brushing against her thigh. The low neckline showed the tops of her pert breasts, her hard nipples barely visible through the thin material. Her dark hair spilled over her shoulders. She looked like an angel.
“Beautiful,” I murmured. Taking her hand, I led her to the bed. Drawing back the covers, I told her to lay down on her tummy. She obeyed. Lifting the gown, I brought it up around her waist. Her bare bottom had faded to a dark pink, matching the rose glow of her cheeks.
Buttercup’s face rested on her pillow, her big green eyes looked up at me, I tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and bent down to place a soft kiss upon her cheek. “Let me just check your plug.”
Her eyes closed in embarrassment, her lids shutting tight and her nose crinkling. Gently, I separated her cheeks. The golden base of the plug winked back at me. “Good to go,” I mused, patting her bottom lightly. “Goodnight, Buttercup.”
Buttercup
Lying next to me in only his pajama pants, Jake was asleep within minutes. I could not sleep. I lay there, on my tummy, my bottom still hot. My bottom hole filled and clenched. My pussy burning and slick and throbbing for relief.
I tried to think about being good. How much I had worried Jake. But the only thing I could think about was his cock. How big it was. How hard it got. How it felt when he teased me, holding it just at the entrance of my pussy just before he plunged it within. My pussy clenching around it.
How it felt when I finally orgasmed.
I couldn’t take it.
Tentatively, I laid my hand on Jake’s shoulder. I felt him sigh a deep sigh. Turning over, facing me, his eyes were still closed.
“Jake…” I began. He stretched as he r
oused from his slumber. “Jake—"
His mouth was on mine before I could speak another word. His bare, broad chest hovered over me as he kissed me with the urgency of unmet needs. I closed my eyes, losing myself in the kiss. As I closed my eyes, the tears were forced from them, leaking from the corners of my eyes and spilling down my cheeks. Jake’s mouth moved from mine, kissing a trail across my cheek. I felt the tip of his tongue lick away my tear.
His hot breath caressed my ear as the thick emotion in his voice whispered, “I love you, Buttercup. I will never stop loving you.” The hardness of his manhood pressed against me as his whispers continued in my ear. “I want you, wife of mine.”
The words had my legs spreading without a command. One hand by my head supporting his weight, Jake’s warm eyes stared into my weeping ones—I was wrought with emotion— as his other hand easily slipped off his thin pajama pants. His warm, bare skin pressed against my bare legs as he lifted my gown—knowing I was bare beneath.
My knees lifted, my legs spreading further, my core begging him to enter. His eyes locked on mine and never wavered as he slid the tip of his member to my entrance, pressing it there but not entering. “Mine,” he said, plunging within.
“Oh,” I moaned, my eyes closing and my head lolling back.
He thrust within me again. My legs wrapped around his waist, tightly, my ankles crossing over his lower back.
“Again,” I whispered.
He thrust himself within me, filling me, stretching me. When the full length of him was within me, he stopped, holding himself there. Plugged from behind and my vagina full of him, I was in ecstasy.
I squirmed, my hips moving underneath him. “Again,” I begged.
Jake continued to pump within me, my legs tightening around his waist, his kisses deepening as we both rose to climax. Shuddering, we cried out together as we came.
Collapsing on his side of the bed, he gathered me into his arms. He murmured sleepily, “You know I love you?”
“Yes,” I breathed.
His hand wound its way around my hair, pulling tightly and tugging at the back of my neck. My skin burned, my core melted.
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