by Lyndon, Sue
“Look at that naughty little girl standing in the corner,” he said, taking note of the shudder that ran through her body as he spoke. He cupped her bottom and pressed himself against her, and she exhaled sharply and whimpered, raising her head a notch. “Tell me why you’re about to be punished, Amy.”
“Be-because I desperately want to rip your clothes off and have my way with you?” she said it in the form a question, her tone innocent and oh so fake.
“I’ll be the one doing the clothes ripping off, but as you very well know, it won’t happen until tomorrow afternoon.”
Keeping her hands clasped behind her head, she peered over her shoulder at him, her eyes bright and hopeful. “So it’s all been arranged, then?”
He nodded, unable to hold back a smile even though he’d just been scolding her. “Yes, Amy. Tomorrow at two you’ll become my wife, and then we can move into the honeymoon suite.”
She bounced in place with a look of pure delight, before growing somber again and turning back into the corner, resuming her position with a stifled giggle. Grasping her arm until her hands fell to her sides, Jake guided her to the bed. She shuffled along next to him with quick, small steps, her pajamas and panties still tangled around her ankles. Not wasting any time, he turned her over his knee, positioning her with her upper torso on the bed while leaving her legs dangling from over his lap. Her bottom was raised high, and only a light pink coloring in the center of her cheeks remained as evidence of her earlier punishment.
“Are you going to be a good girl and stay in bed after I tuck you in, Amy?”
She moaned and pressed her ass up into his caressing hand. “Mmm,” she said. “Yes, sir.”
“You, my dear, are incorrigible and I’m sure this is a position you will become quite familiar with once we are married.”
Another moan. Her center pressed into his hardening cock, and he had to steady himself lest he lose control and give in to his baser desires. “I hope so,” she said.
He raised his hand and brought it down on her right cheek, giving her a sound smack that echoed in the room. Setting a quick pace, he slapped her left cheek and moved back and forth between those tempting mounds, reddening her naughty little bottom. She squirmed and began gasping with each spank, and it wasn’t long before she was struggling to escape her chastisement.
“Now now,” he scolded. “Settle down. Remember, you earned this, young lady.” He gave her a dozen more slaps to her lower bottom, delighting in her squeals as she wriggled her bottom in an attempt to dodge his punishing hand. Once he finished, he reached down and pulled up her panties and pajamas, and proceeded to hold her over his lap while massaging her freshly spanked derrière through her clothing. “Are you going to be a good girl for me?”
“Oh yes,” she said breathlessly, “I’ll be a good girl.”
“I’m glad to hear it. Now let’s get you all tucked into bed.” He helped her get settled under the thick covers, pulling the fluffy down blanket up to her neck as he kissed her forehead.
She blushed and fidgeted as he leaned over her. “I think I’d like to sleep on my stomach, if that’s all right with you, sir.” At his nod, she turned over on her stomach and sank into her pillow.
Brushing the hair out of her face, he sat on the edge of the bed as she peered up at him trustingly. He placed a hand on her bottom, giving it a few light pats. “Close those beautiful eyes and get some rest, Amy. Sweet dreams.”
Chapter 4
“By the power vested in me by the Blessed Church of Universal Life and the state of Montana, I now pronounce you husband and wife.” Walter leaned forward and winked at Jake. “You may now kiss your bride, or you can just carry her straight upstairs to the honeymoon suite.” The old man winked again.
Amy barely heard the laughter of the couple who’d come to bear witness to their nuptials. She was so lost in Jake’s eyes that the whole world faded. Standing on her tiptoes, she lifted her face to accept his kiss. He leaned down and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her against his body. Soft at first, his tongue glided into her mouth, but all that gentleness soon faded to make way for a commanding kiss that left her breathless. She heard clapping and the sound of cheers, as well as someone clearing their throat loudly, but she ignored it all and reveled in the sensations he called up in her, heat melting her core and turning her to putty in his arms.
Breaking the kiss with a growl, he scooped her up in his arms and carried her upstairs. The last thing she saw before they rounded the corner to the honeymoon suite was Louise staring up at them pale-faced as Walter whispered something in her ear.
The honeymoon suite was elegant yet cozy. A king size bed rested in the center of the room, a hot tub was tucked into a corner, and a fire was already blazing in the hearth. The lights were turned down, and the snow was still falling outside, the wind howling every so often.
Her insides fluttered as Jake laid her down on the bed, arranging the simple white sundress she’d worn around her legs. He slipped her glittering white sandals off. As she looked up at him, longing for his touch, her veil and the pins holding it in her head made her wince. “Ouch,” she said, reaching up to start taking it out. “That hurts almost as much as spanking.”
“Is that so?” His eyes swept up and down her body, and she flushed, suddenly feeling a little self-conscious even though she’d wanted this for so long. “Here, let me,” he said, brushing her hands away. With deft fingers, he removed every last pin that was holding her veil in place, then pulled the comb with white silk tulle attached out of her hair.
She rose up and shook her hair out, her blonde curls spilling around her shoulders. “Thank you,” she said, her voice sounding hoarse. God, why was she feeling shy now? Butterflies flitted in her stomach, even as the warmth of her desire spread throughout her core, prompting a pulsing sensation to quicken between her thighs.
He eyed her chest and gripped the swooping neckline of her sundress, and she stared at him in confusion, but then a ripping noise filled the room as he tore the front open in one swift movement.
“Jake!”
He smirked down at her before giving it one final rip, baring her to his gaze. She hadn’t worn a bra or panties underneath, per Jake’s instructions, and she fought the urge to cover herself. A predatory gleam blazed in his eyes, and he grasped her wrists and pinned them down. Her heart threatened to beat out of her chest, and blood pounded in her ears.
“I told you I’d be the one doing the ripping off of clothes, didn’t I, Amy?”
She couldn’t find her voice and simply stared at him, her desire flaming hotter in the wake of his macho display. She trembled beneath him, shuddering when his lips seared her neck with kisses he trailed down to her breasts. As he drew one peaking nipple into his mouth, she arched her body into his, her earlier inhibitions melting away in the heat of her flaming passion. She pressed against him, trying to free her wrists, but he tightened his hold and nudged a knee between her thighs, forcing her to spread wide. His fingertips danced along her pussy lips, and she whimpered as he slowly worked his way inside, swirling her pooling moisture around, intermittently grazing over her throbbing clit.
“Do I get to rip your clothes off?” she asked, finally finding her voice. “Or are you going to do a little strip tease for me?”
He released her nipple, pulling the sensitive peak up between his teeth before he let go. The tug sent a ripple of pleasure straight to her inner core. He lifted her up, slipping the remnants of her dress off her arms. Turning her over for a moment, he pulled the torn dress off the bed, swatting her bottom twice before allowing her to settle on her back again. “While I get undressed, you are going to stand up and bend over the bed and present your bottom to me for inspection.”
She was still coming to grips with the spankings he’d given her yesterday, still couldn’t believe he’d ripped her dress off, and now he wanted to
inspect her? Biting her lip, she shook her head, feeling a flush overcome her. “I-I couldn’t possibly do that, Jake. It sounds too embarrassing.”
He pinned her with an authoritative look, and all the air went out of the room. “You will do as I say or you will be one very sorry little girl. You belong to me now, Amy, and I intend to inspect what’s mine whenever and wherever I please.” He stood up and began unbuttoning his flannel shirt.
His words should have enraged her, but instead she found herself eagerly moving to comply with his demands. Her hands shaking, she took position at the foot of the bed and bent over, knowing his gaze was fixed on her.
“Good girl,” he said, “but I want to see all of that bare pussy of yours, Amy. Spread your legs and thrust your bottom as high as you can. Ah, that’s my girl.”
Vulnerable and trembling with anticipation, she buried her face in the covers, unable to look at him as her shame heightened. She whimpered when he touched her pussy lips, his fingers gliding through her moisture.
“So pretty and pink,” he remarked. “And so so smooth.” He shoved a finger inside her, and she groaned at the delicious sensation, wishing he’d fill her up completely, and with more than just a finger. He pumped into her for several moments, before pulling out and leaving her bereft of his touch.
“Jake,” she breathed, turning her head to the side. “I need to feel you in—”
“Reach back and spread your bottom cheeks apart,” he interrupted. “Show me that naughty puckering hole of yours, Amy.”
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It took some convincing and some threatening to fetch the hairbrush, but Amy finally acquiesced to his demands and pulled her bottom cheeks apart. Jake knew she was in a hurry to have him inside her, but he planned to take his time and enjoy bedding his wife for the first time. After months of waiting, he wanted to give her more than a quick roll in the sack. He wanted to teach her his preferences, and he planned to make her blush and orgasm again and again throughout the day and long into the night. By the time he was finished with her, there would be no denying that she was his wife in every possible way.
He stole moisture from her pussy and began coating her quivering rosebud, delighting in the way her snug entrance pulsed as he nudged against it. Although she tensed up and her breath caught, she remained in place with her bottom cheeks still spread throughout his ministrations. “Now that we are married, Amy, all your holes belong to me. Your pussy, your mouth, and even this one,” he said, pushing past her tight resistance. Thrusting in and out several times, he stroked her clit with his other hand. Her moisture grew, and she thrashed her head around on the bed, gasping as he alternated pinching and stroking her nub.
“Jake, I’m so close,” she said, whimpering into the covers. She pressed back against him, gyrating her hips in tune to his thrusts in her bottom and swirls to her clit.
“Do you want to come while I’m inside your bottom hole, Amy?”
“Y-yes.”
Placing more pressure on her swollen nub, he circled her most sensitive spot while he pumped a finger in and out of her backside, delighting in her little moans and whimpers. It didn’t take long for her moans to deepen as her backside jerked back against him, her asshole tightening around his thrusting digit as she came loud and hard. Her body quivered with the pleasure that took her under, and his desire increased when she called out his name in the throes of her release. Perspiration glistened on her back, and she collapsed on the bed after the last shudder ran through her, her golden curls spread out in disarray.
Jake positioned her on her back, guiding her legs up over his shoulders as his throbbing cock rested at the entrance of her slick pussy. She gazed up at him dreamily, a small smile drawing her lips up for a moment. His heart skipped a beat. God, she was so lovely, so passionate, and she was all his now. To love and protect, to have and to hold, for the rest of his life.
“I love you, Mrs. Amy Matthews.”
“I love you too.”
He surged into her, driving deep into her moist pussy in one rapid movement that caused the headboard to rattle against the wall. Her muscles clamped down around his cock, milking him as he set a fast pace of fucking her, of making her his. Her eyes glazed over and soon her expression twisted with a mixture of pleasure and pain, and he knew she was hovering on the edge of another orgasm. Not missing a beat as he thrust in and out of her tightness, he squeezed her clit and then began swirling her arousal over that swollen, dark pink nub that he loved to torment. “Come for me, Amy,” he said. “Come while I’m fucking this tight little pussy of yours.”
Instantly, she shattered around him, gripping the covers as her head fell to the side and she rode the waves of another release. He took her many more times, pausing only for dinner and once for a shower when he spurted his seed all over her breasts after she’d sucked his cock. Of course they ended up christening the shower, and practically every other surface in the honeymoon suite, including the hot tub where he bent her over the edge and pounded into her while the water swayed around them.
Sometime after midnight, she fell asleep in his arms, snuggled under the blankets while the dying fire crackled lowly and cast a faint orange glow across the room. He stroked her hair as she slept, staring down at her with a contented heart and wanting to remain awake all night, never wanting this perfect moment to end. He didn’t regret waiting, and he vowed with everything inside him to spend the rest of his life making her the happiest woman on the earth.
As luck would have it, they made it to Florida two days past Christmas, after an exhausting day of traveling and fighting the holiday crowds. Their children had done a fine job of keeping their friends and relatives happy, and the resort put together an elegant wedding reception that managed to impress everyone, even Amy, on New Year’s Eve. Fireworks on the beach completed their celebration, which lasted long into the night.
Jake couldn’t get enough of Amy, and likewise she couldn’t seem to get enough of him either. He took great pleasure in inspecting her each night before bedtime, making her blush bright red, spanking her pretty little bottom when she gave him sass, and ripping her clothes off every chance he got.
The Music of Christmas
Jennifer Conner
The Music of Christmas
Annie adjusted the flashlight on the back of the couch for what seemed like the hundredth time. She fought to get additional light on the paperback she was reading, but it was a losing battle. The electricity to her small one bedroom house had been out for five hours, and the cold from outside was beginning to permeate the walls, as wind howled and rattled the shutters.
She was dressed in her favorite double flannel pajamas, two sweaters, a pair of wool socks, and Ugg boots. But dang it, she was still freezing. Annie refused to have some poor soul stuck coming out, on Christmas Eve, to work on her temperamental electrical lines. The temperature tonight dipped well below the teens. She had the phone in her hand more than a few times to call the power company, but decided she could tough it out until morning. She would call the power company bright and early, and hope they would make a call in daylight… on a holiday.
With a few more wool blankets, she’d make it.
There was a sharp rap on the door. Annie simultaneously dropped her flashlight and then the book with a thud to the floor. She scrambled to grab the light, unwound herself from the blankets, and made her way to the door.
Peering around the edge of the window, she spotted an energy company truck in her drive.
With her stiff, cold fingers she turned the knob and swung open the door. A tall man dressed in blue coveralls and a heavy yellow coat glanced at a clipboard.
“Is your power out, ma’am?”
“I didn’t call, how did you know?”
“I was off work, and just happened to be driving by. I noticed the line on your driveway looked snappe
d, and the house was black. I thought I would check to see if anyone was home, and needed help.” He pulled a work PDA device from a clip at his side. “If I can just get your name. I’ll log in where I am, and then I’ll start fixing your lines.”
“Townsend. Annie Townsend. The address is six-four-two Pine Court.”
He started to type, but his hand stilled. He pushed his hard hat back on his head and shined a flashlight her direction. “Well… I’ll be damned,” he mumbled.
“Is there something wrong?” Annie knew she should have paid that late parking ticket fine, but she swore it wasn’t her fault.
“Annie Townsend? Did you attend Blackstone College in Hillsburg?”
“Yes…” she answered slowly. “That little gadget in your hand didn’t tell you that, did it?”
“Sorry, you just threw me for a loop.” He held the flashlight so it would illuminate his face. “I’m Erik Mulhiem. I accompanied you on the piano when we went to school. Do you remember me?”
“Of course, Erik. Hey, it’s great to see you again.”
“I always wondered if you moved out of the area.”
“Nope, still here. My parents left me this house, when they moved to Florida.” Annie looked over his shoulder to see the snow swirl around the porch. “Good God, where are my manners. Come in before you freeze.”
“I shouldn’t. My boots are muddy.”
“Hardwood floors, really, you can’t damage them. I insist.”
Erik stomped his feet and came through the door. He pulled off his hardhat and ran a hand through his black hair. He watched her for a long moment before he said, “You look great, Annie.”
She let out a short, embarrassed laugh. “Yeah, that’s me tonight. The height of fashion. I could be on the Paris runway. I true fashion queen.”