He stopped at Candy’s stall, petting her nose. “Your girl has gotten herself into some mighty big trouble tonight.” He reached into the feedbag hanging from a nail, fishing out a sugar cube. “Here ya go, girl.” He patted her neck, turning toward the house.
Time to deal with his errant wife.
Once in the house, he checked to make sure the kettles were pulled from the fire. He didn’t want dinner burning in their absence. Millie’s food was too good to let it burn into a cast iron pot.
The steps creaked and groaned as he slowly climbed them. When he entered the room, Daisy stood quietly with the hairbrush pressed against her naughty backside. Surprise wasn’t sufficient to describe his reaction; he’d half expected her to be sitting angrily on the bed with the hairbrush outside on the front lawn.
“So, you do know how to listen. I am a bit surprised.” He sat on the bed, staring at that beautiful bottom. He loved her ass. The lips of her pussy were just visible between her thighs, the sight making his cock harden in his pants.
He’d be taking that ass tonight, and he’d enjoy every minute of it too. He had asked her if Jesse had ever done anal with her. She’d seemed mortified at the question, but when he’d pushed a finger into her ass during sex, she’d screamed and orgasmed immediately. She’d enjoy sex this way — though probably not tonight. He might be surprised though. He’d be gentle with her, but this would be part of her punishment tonight. She’d learn there was a difference. Normally, he’d make sure she received an orgasm during anal, but on punishment nights, taking her ass was for his pleasure only.
This would be a first for him too — taking a woman’s cunt and ass after she’d been spanked, her hot, red ass pressed against his groin as he fucked her, the spanked cheeks pillowing his cock while his balls bounced off the scorched flesh.
Jesus! He was so hard, it was going to be difficult to even spank her without coming.
“Come here, bad girl.” She turned to him with a beautiful pout, holding the hairbrush out to him, gladly turning it over to him. She wouldn’t be glad for long.
“I don’t think we need to talk about this, do we?” He placed the hairbrush on the bed next to him.
She shook her head.
“You have no right to talk to Millie — or anyone—in that manner, yes?” He looked up at her. She tried covering herself, but he pulled her hands away holding them in his.
“I’m sorry, Noah. But Millie doesn’t like me, she always treats me like I’m stupid. I think she did it on purpose.” Her eyebrows were knit, and he could see that she truly believed what she was saying.
“Daisy, I’m not even discussing this with you. I have had these women in my house for three years. I’ve never had a moment’s trouble with them. We’re done talking about that.”
Daisy’s eyes turned looking at the things he brought upstairs from the barn. “Ah, you are looking at my things. Yes? These will all be used on you today.” He picked up the riding crop and tapped it on her thigh and then pulled back snapping it hard leaving a red mark that made her jump and shout. “This will be used on your naughty bottom.”
Her eyes were swimming in tears as she rubbed the red mark on her thigh with her hand.
He picked up the cardboard box taking the cover off. His finger pointed at the print inside the cover. “These are called ‘Rectal Dilators.’ You’ll be wearing all three of these tonight to prepare you. You will accept my cock into your beautiful ass.” He pulled out the largest of the shiny silver insertables, holding it up for her to view. “It looks like it’s too big, but trust me it’ll fit — and it’ll make taking me easier.”
“Noah!” She dragged out his name in a whining and pleading voice.
“We have talked about this. You agreed that someday I would take you there. You agreed — reluctantly, yes — but you agreed. Today, it’s going to be for punishment, which isn’t as nice for you. But I’ll still treat you right, and promise you will not be hurt. I will always be gentle with you. But anal for punishment versus for pleasure is different. Do you trust me?”
“Yes, Sir.” She had pulled her pretty red bottom lip between her teeth, staring at the dilators as if they might leap out and bite her.
“Okay. But first, we’re doing this.” He removed the small bag from his pocket extracting a piece of ginger he’d already cleaned and prepared. He pulled out his jackknife and scraped off the dried outer layer, exposing the moist and potent layer beneath. “Have you ever seen this used at home when you grew up?”
She shook her head silently, looking confused.
Good. This’ll keep her wondering.
“It’s ginger. When you put it in a horse’s anus, the burn and sting makes them hold their tail up, prancing, and it makes an older or sickly horse liven up some. It’s good for horse shows, or when you’re trying to sell a horse.”
He continued to pare the outer skin. “When it is used on women, it’s called figging. It’s a punishment, and from what I hear, it stings something awful. The other benefit for punishment is, if you clench your buttocks during a spanking, you squeeze the oils out, causing the burn to increase.”
Her eyebrows shot upward. “Y-you aren’t — you can’t — are you thinking of doing that to me?”
The incredulity in her voice made him chuckle. “Oh, I’m not just thinking about it, min kære. I’m doing it. Now.” He stood up, watching her back away. He grabbed her arm before she got too far though. “I hear tell that men usually insert it while their woman is over their knee, but it takes a couple minutes for it to start burning. But I can think of a position that is easier for me, and will be quite humiliating for you. Come lie down on your back on the bed here.” He helped her to lie down, pulling on her hips until her bottom just hung off the edge of the bed.
Her legs were draped down, her beautiful quim on display and accessible. He leaned forward, poking his tongue into the raven curls, swirling the tip gently, separating the seam until he found that hard little nub, circling and lapping at it. Her back arched off the bed, and she moaned, spreading her thighs.
“Lord, you’re going to make this difficult for me. I’m drawn to your scent like bees to honey.” He sighed and pulled away, wiping his face on his sleeve. Noah grabbed her ankles in one hand pulling them up until her thighs pressed against her breasts. “I want you to wrap your arms around your legs and hold them right to your chest. Do. Not. Let go. You hear?”
“Ohhhh. Noah, this isn’t decent!” she whined, her voice breaking into a small sob.
“No, but it’s appropriate. You embarrassed me horribly with what you did today, so this position will teach you to think before you speak. You have to learn restraint, girl.” He reached over, picking up the ginger. “Let’s get this inside you and start your figging.” He pulled her cheeks apart with one hand, listening to her low whine.
When the cold, wet ginger touched her anus, she clenched the tight ring of muscles. Noah didn’t hesitate, landing four crisp slaps to her left cheek, his handprints rising almost immediately. “Don’t clench your bottom. You’ll be spanked every time you clench, or try to push this out. It would benefit you to relax, and let this slip into your dark hole.”
He pushed again, and it slowly slid into her. He’d chosen a large finger of ginger to prepare her for the dilators. “Push out, Daisy. It’ll slide in easier that way.” He continued to twist and turn the ginger until it popped into place at the flange he’d carved into it. He made it large enough that when held in place it left a piece sticking out between her adorable cheeks.
She started to pull her legs down. “Oh no, my girl. Your legs are staying where they are. I’m going to be watching and playing with your body while we wait for the ginger to kick in.”
“For what to kick in... what’s going to happen?” Her voice had an edge of concern as she looked at him, her large, frightened eyes peeking at him from around her legs.
“Oh, you’ll see. I won’t have to tell you. You’ll know.” He gathered the juice fro
m the ginger on the tips of his fingers, sliding them through her slick labia. “I’m putting the juice of the ginger on your sweet little pussy too. You should feel a warm sensation soon.”
He continued to circle her clit and rub his finger up and down her slit, coating the sensitive tissue. “Lord, you are dripping, Daisy. I don’t think that cunt of yours is ever dry. You’re always ready, aren’t you?”
“Oh, God!” She closed her eyes, burying her head into her legs.
“Let’s just push and twist this ginger, get it going a little quicker.” He pulled, pushed, and twisted that ginger letting the juices soak the tight sphincter muscles. “This ginger has been sitting in the bag for a while, so I hear it should be pretty potent. The horses do better when it’s been sitting in a bag for a while. We will see if my girl reacts the same way.”
“Ohhhh. It’s… hot. Noah, stop please! It’s stinging. Get. It. Out!” Daisy let go of her legs, and reached around, trying to grab at the ginger.
“Don’t you dare pull that out.” He swatted her other cheek sharply. “It stays right where it is.”
She stiffened her legs in response to the small spanking, clenching her bottom. Then she went silent and still, her eyes wide. “Ohhhh. Oh God! It’s hurting, Noah!”
“And that, my dear, is how ginger works. Every time you clench, the pain becomes worse. Now, I think you’re ready for your spanking. And we’re going to do it in this position.”
Noah pulled the hairbrush off the dresser and started with firm, slow swats to warm up her flesh. He angled the brush to get at the backs of her thighs without hitting her delicate sex. When her skin was nice and pink, he paused, running his hand over her warm bottom, slapping her pussy with his hand twice, watching her buttocks clench around the ginger one more. “I love watching your ass suck on the ginger. It’s like me sucking on your nipple. It’s hot as hell to watch.”
“No. Noah, it hurts so bad.” Before she could say another word Noah was twisting it in her ass again, his hand restraining her thighs, keeping her from dropping her legs, her hips rocking on the bed, as she vainly tried to ease the discomfort.
“I’m going to have you stand in the corner now.” He helped her to stand, but she kept herself bent over slightly, her bottom sticking out behind her. He walked her back to her corner, putting her nose right into the corner. “Now, remember. If you clench, it’ll sting more.”
She nodded, the white end of the ginger protruding from between her reddened cheeks. Every once in a while he’d hear her exhale loudly, or whine low, pushing her bottom out even further, trying to relieve some of the burn. He was pretty sure that his balls were completely blue by now. He needed relief, but first things first.
“Daisy, come back over here.” Noah patted the bed next to him. “In the same position you were in before.”
She stopped dead in her tracks and stared at him, shaking her head, tears running down her face. It almost made him relent. She looked so pitiful. He had a long day of this though, so he took a deep breath, gathering his resolve.
“Do not shake your head at me, young lady. I said come over here. Now!”
That did it. She practically ran to the bed, lying down and pulling her legs back up to her chest.
“Lord, Daisy.” He ran his hands down the backs of her thighs. “You’ve been dripping down your legs. Your curls are completely drenched.” He leaned forward, sucking and licking her pussy, while his fingers poked and pressed into her, twisting the ginger. He slid his tongue up to her clit, barely touching the little bundle of nerves. She screamed with an earth-shattering orgasm, letting go of her legs, letting them fall over his shoulders. She arched her back and continued to scream with every quake that overtook her womb.
As she came back to Earth, she muttered, “God, it still stings. It burns… and it won’t stop.”
Noah chuckled as he pulled away from her. “That’s what happens to bad girls in our home. I bet the next time your mouth opens to speak, your little ass will clench remembering how I fill naughty holes in this house.”
He stood and unbuttoned his pants letting them fall to the floor. “Speaking of which. I need you to get on your knees and suck me dry now too.”
She quickly sat up and then gasped, the position pressing the ginger further into her. She rolled onto her side, putting a hand to the hard nub sticking out of her bottom. “But — I can’t — I have that thing in me. Can you take it out?”
“Nope. That ‘thing’ is a reminder to behave and do as you’re told.” He leaned over her, and gave the ginger several hard twists. Then he raised an eyebrow at her. “I think I’d be busy right about now, getting up and doing as I was told.”
She scrambled to the floor, kneeling in front of him. His cock felt like it was going to split in two, he was so hard. Her small, delicate hand grasped him gently, and he thought he was going to come on the spot.
Embarrassing as hell. Like I’m some goddamn thirteen-year-old boy!
“Watching your dripping quim has just about killed me. It won’t take long for me to come down your throat, my dear.” He groaned on the last part of his sentence as she took him between her lips, his cock pressing against the back of her throat.
He thrust into her mouth, holding her head with fistfuls of her hair while she cupped his ass in her hands, squeezing and pulling him deeper.
“Jesus!” he said with a growl from deep in his chest, his ass and thighs tightening. The familiar tingling began at the base of his spine, the slight tremble in his legs signaling his orgasm was close. When Daisy cupped his balls in one hand, he shouted, his cock spurting, filling her throat with his seed. Her gagging alerted him to ease out of her while she milked and sucked every last drop out of him.
“Good Lord, girl!”
She continued to lap at him until he was dry. He pulled away and lifted her to her feet, wrapping her in his arms, swaying with her as he tucked her against his chest, his chin fitting perfectly over her head.
She murmured into his chest. “It’s still burning, Noah.”
He chuckled. “Good. Then I chose the right punishment for you. “ He pulled away, turning her sideways to look at her bottom. “It’s pink — but we never finished your punishment, did we? I want this bottom a bright red. You won’t speak to my friends like this again. Trust me.”
He walked her to the bed and then pressed between her shoulder blades. “Bend over the bed. This’ll be fast and hard. Then we’ll get the ginger out. It’ll still burn for another hour or so.”
She mewled as he pushed her down onto her belly over the bed. He pressed the ginger again, squeezing the juices out of it and rubbing the oil onto her labia once more. Her body jolted and thrust with his touch.
“You’re always ready,” he murmured. “God, I fucking love that about you.”
He lifted the hairbrush and proceeded to paint her backside with the flat wood until her skin almost had a shine to it. Daisy writhed and screeched, trying to crawl her way across the bedspread, but to no avail. He held her in place with one hand on her thigh while the other drummed out a paddling like he’d never given anyone before.
He lectured her about manners, and politeness, about how to speak to friends — and how to show restraint. And he was pretty sure that she couldn’t hear any of it over her screams. By the time he’d finished, she’d clawed at the bedspread, her sobbing one continuous wail. He put the hairbrush down and let her lie on the bed until her sobbing became gentle sniffles.
He rubbed her backside, but when she tried to roll onto her side to get away from his touch he kept her in place. “This looks like a naughty hind end if I ever saw one. This is what a bad girl looks like, Daisy.”
He spread her cheeks with one hand, and pulled on the ginger until it popped out. Then he patted her hip. “Now, we’ll put in one of the dilators. I’ve made an addition to it.” He held it up, winking at her. He’d tied some horse hair to the flange, so when inserted it would resemble a horse tail.
“Uhm, No
ah... why? I’m not sure about this.” She looked over her shoulder at him, then at the dilator.
“I am. You’ll do fine with this. You’re wearing the plug regardless, it’s just that there is a nice tail on it now. And I’ll be using this on you too.” He held up the riding crop waving it in the air. “You’ll be my pet pony for the rest of the day, Daisy! Now, pull your knees up under you and lift that naughty red bottom up high so I can put your tail in.” He rubbed the horse hair across her bottom, the long strands of hair sticking to the stickiness of her arousal.
Chapter 12
Daisy walked the stairs — awkwardly. It was the only way to describe it.
How else do you walk with a rectal dilator and a horse tail? Casually? Proudly? With a modicum of social grace?
If that was the case, she failed on all accounts. She staggered down the stairs slowly and uncomfortably. What rankled her beyond words, when she finally made it to the parlor, was seeing him standing with a big grin on his face. She stopped and purposefully glared at him; if looks could kill, he’d be a dead man. How dare he laugh at her!
He cleared his throat and rubbed his hand over his face trying to look serious. “I’m sorry, my dear. Having some trouble moving are you, yes?” He said it with that damn Danish accent.
Yes? Yes, you damn fool!
But rather that tell him what she really thought, she smiled at him with as much sweetness as she could muster. “No, not at all. Thank you for asking.”
She brushed by him, making her way over to a chair. But rather than sit, she stared at the chair for a moment, her nakedness making her hesitate. And did she want to sit down with something sticking out of her butt?
“Don’t worry about it, Daisy. You’re not going to be sitting in a chair. You’ll be on the floor on your hands and knees.” He pointed to the floor in front of him as he sat down on his chair. “Min kære, I’d listen if I were you — at least until your bottom turns from red to pink.”
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