"What's happening?" she whispered urgently.
"We're not like other people. We don't live the same way my family does, so we're not going to jump through those hoops. We're getting married, right here, right now, after which, instead of a very expensive, extravagant reception full of people we don't really even know, you can expect that I'm going to flay your bottom to within an inch of its life for your behavior today. And that the exact same thing is going to happen to you every night for the next thirty days."
CeCe bit her lip, but said nothing.
"Also, if you and your hair-brained friends – or my sisters, it's pretty much the same thing – have any plans to travel anywhere for anything, you are not going to be allowed to do so for quite some time, so I suggest you tell them not to include you in their plans. And you're going to tell them exactly why, too, because I'm going to be standing right next to you while you do it."
He looped a finger through the ring on her collar and brought her to stand next to him, in front of the man who was dressed like a funky preacher.
The ceremony was normal, except for the fact that she had to promise to obey him. He had bought their rings, so they were conveniently available, and within a very few minutes, she had become Mrs. Nick Antonelli.
They signed, the preacher signed, and his, bare-assed as she was, witnesses signed – everything completely legal and above board.
"You might want to brand that one – she looks like a feisty one," the preacher advised with a chuckle as he went out the door.
"Hmm," Nick mused.
CeCe immediately came up with, "Our agreement was that there would be no permanent body modification."
"Yes, it was, wasn't it?" he agreed all too quickly as he advanced on her, eating up the distance between them and catching her wrist all too easily. "Come with me, little girl. Your punishment awaits."
And it did – the worst she'd ever gotten, especially while plugged and vibrating.
It happened in stages, beginning with a session over his lap, which she disliked – he knew – because it was so little girlish. She tried to wiggle out from under the arm that was holding her down, but every movement reminded her of the presence of that large plug within her butt, not to mention catching and pulling on weights that were already biting badly into the tender flesh of her nipples.
So she had to lie there, docilely, and be spanked like a child, his hand occasionally knocking against the plug and giving her a thoroughly unpleasant jolt, all while the eggs inside her and the vibrator that was adhering to her clit were driving her crazy.
After the spanking, he bent her over the straight-backed chair, made her hold onto the seat and paddled her bottom fiercely. It was another childish punishment that shouldn't have hurt at all, as far as she was concerned, but always ended up reducing her to tears – not necessarily because of the pain, but because of how she hated for him to make her feel like a vulnerable child.
The cane was next, administered while he had her bent over the end of the bed, asking for each stroke. Now this implement – despite its history of being used punitively on children in school – demanded her respect – and got it.
She was choking on sobs from the very first vicious track he laid across the swell of her nates, until the thirty-sixth fell across the backs of both of her already ravaged thighs.
Then, in turn, she felt his hairbrush, his belt. Then, finally, the crop – before the administration of which, he removed all of her accoutrement and bathed her, forcing her to sit down in a tub of hot, soapy water as he then proceeded to wash every single inch of her – including a bottom that was laced with bruises, welts and wheals.
He dried her off thoroughly, but she knew it wasn't going to be enough.
And when she saw him pick up the crop, she knew the agony in her bottom was going to get exponentially worse.
And it did.
She begged him for mercy. She screamed. She groaned. She wept piteously.
But she never used her safe word.
It never even entered her mind to do so.
And when he had finished lathering her, he fucked her, holding her head back by her hair, his other hand on her throat.
He didn't know if she could even at this point, but he warned her cruelly just in case, "You had better not come or I'll do it all again."
He took her like a wild man, as hard as he possibly could, forcing her legs painfully open, slapping against flesh that felt roasted to a crisp. He pulled her hair, choked her a little more than she liked, and exploded within her, then left her wrists bound together and clipped her ankles that way, too. Then he tucked her under the covers, holding her sobbing, shaking body in his arms.
"You are completely mine now. You're my wife. You wear my name. I will have every bit of you. If you think I was hard on you before, you haven't seen anything, my girl. You behaved very badly to have done what you did to that woman, no matter what she said about me. You belong to me. Your behavior reflects on me directly. There will be no more mistakes like that, because I will not allow you that much freedom, ever again. You're going to spend the majority of your time bound, being fucked and punished, until I think you've earned a few small privileges back. Very small privileges. Like being unbound for a half an hour, perhaps. Or being allowed to bathe yourself. I'm going to do everything for you, and I'm going to do everything to you. Oh, and pleasure – orgasms – you are not going to be allowed one for a very, very long time. Naughty girls don't get to come."
He wrenched her head back by his hold on the hair at the back of his neck. "Do you understand me, Celia?"
"Yes, Sir."
"I hope so. I can see that I was entirely too easy on you. I won't make that mistake again. Now, go to sleep."
"Yes, Sir."
He adjusted the covers over them – the sheet over him, the sheet and comforter over her, pulling her tight against him and holding her there, the way he knew she liked to fall asleep.
Not two hours later, he awoke, hard as a rock again. He slid into her, holding her tightly still for his invasion as he used her body rudely, taking her just about as dry as she got, working himself in and out of her, and coming entirely too quickly, as far as he was concerned. But that was always a possibility with her – she got him hotter than any other woman ever had.
He took her several more times that night, as if he couldn't get enough of her – and he obviously couldn't, making no attempt at any time to stimulate her, or even really acknowledge her. He groped her breasts, pinching her nipples cruelly and enjoying her squeals of discomfort at his efforts as he slammed himself into her, biting her shoulder almost hard enough to draw blood while she struggled valiantly to get away from him, although there was no hope of it, she knew.
Close to dawn, he awoke again and availed himself of her even before she awoke, and as he sank back down into the mattress afterwards, more exhausted than he'd been in decades, he missed the small smile on her face as she, too, drifted back to sleep.
The End
Carolyn Faulkner
The words “spanking” and “discipline” have always sent a shiver up Carolyn Faulkner's spine. She knows she's not alone.
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