Jo forced herself to look up at him then. “Really?”
“Yes, really.”
Shivering, Jo unfastened her skirt and let it fall to her feet. Her knickers followed.
Chris shifted forwards in his chair and then, without another word, he took hold of Jo like she weighed nothing and toppled her over his lap.
Jo barely had time to cry out in shock before the first smack landed. Several more followed in quick succession and she gasped at the sting.
“Still think it’s a good idea to be rude and disrespectful to people, Jo?” asked Chris as Jo wriggled and jumped under each spank.
“No sir… oww… I’m sorry…”
“Hmm, I’m not convinced,” muttered Chris.
Jo cried out as he started spanking her harder and faster. Each smack was hard enough to jolt her forwards a little over his lap. She braced her palms against the floorboards to try and hold herself in place.
Her whole bottom was throbbing now. Jo tried to grit her teeth against the sting but it was no use. Why did something she wanted so badly have to hurt so fucking much?
“Please!” she gasped, writhing on his knee. “Please… I am sorry… oww… I am…”
“Keep still,” ordered Chris, never losing a beat. “Or am I going to have to hold you down again?”
Jo made an incoherent sound of both protest and longing. Even through the stinging, burning pain, she could tell she was wet.
“Am I?” Chris repeated.
“No, sir,” she moaned.
“Good.”
Muscles tensed, feet planted on the floorboards and her thighs squeezed tight together, Jo held herself as still as she could and submitted to her spanking.
She raised up her bottom to meet Chris’s hand and breathed her way through the impact of each smack. Her whole world narrowed down to staying in place, to processing the pain, to readying herself for the next onslaught.
Nothing else was real.
By the time he had finished, Jo’s whole body was shining with sweat and the heat in her bottom was easily matched by the warm throbbing between her legs. Gasps and cries had long given way to whimpers and soft moans.
She was flying again. But it wasn’t over.
“Up you get,” said Chris with uncharacteristic briskness.
Feeling heavy and uncoordinated, Jo dragged herself into an upright position.
The sun must have set by now because the bedroom had become dim and grey. Jo blinked and looked around. She felt as if she had missed several hours. It was as if she had woken up with amnesia.
And then Chris’s hands were gripping her upper arms and he was steering her over to the bed. To the pillows and the belt.
The duvet felt soft and smooth against her knees as she obeyed his order to crawl over to the pillows. And then her whole body seemed to sigh and sag as she sank down over the pillows.
But Chris’s voice brought her back to herself. “You’re going to get eight, Jo. Make sure you keep still or it’ll be more.”
“Yes, sir,” she murmured, so relaxed and warm now that she was sure she could fall asleep.
And then the first stroke of the belt exploded across her bottom and she screamed, all thought of sleep driven out of her mind. Oh fuck! Oh no! That hurt even more than when Mr Anderson had done it.
Jo barely had time to get her breath back before the second stroke whipped down.
“No!” she screamed, as a wave of scorching pain burst across her skin. “Please!”
“This is what happens to little troublemakers, Jo,” said Chris in a calm but firm voice. “If you behave yourself, it won’t have to happen again, will it?”
“No, sir,” she moaned, gripping handfuls of the duvet in anticipation of the next stroke.
Stroke number three lashed down and Jo kicked her legs and screeched as it re-ignited her already inflamed skin. Shit! Fuck! How is he so good at this?
“I told you to stay still, Jo.”
“I’m sorry!” she wailed, pressing her legs tight together and digging her toes into the duvet.
“If you move again, we’re starting over—is that clear?”
“No… please…”
“Is that clear?”
Jo swallowed, her whole body trembling now. “Yes, sir.”
“Good girl.”
And then Jo screamed into the duvet as he lashed down four, five, and six in rapid succession.
Gasping for breath and trying with all her might not to move out of position despite a desperate urge to wriggle away the pain, Jo stared, wide-eyed, at the blue and white checked duvet in front of her eyes. Was this really happening? She had never imagined that it would hurt so much.
But then she had never imagined that this level of pain could make her so… hot. So filled with desperate wanting that she could barely remember her own name. The buzzing heat between her legs was as confusing as it was overwhelming. She was hurting but she wasn’t just hurting.
“Nearly there, babe,” said Chris from behind her. “Just two more. Push up for me.”
Flinching a little, Jo pushed her bottom backwards and upwards.
The belt hit her where her bottom met her thighs and almost took her breath away.
“Oh… oh…”
“Keep still.” There was a note of warning in Chris’s voice now. “You wouldn’t want me to have to start again now, would you?”
“No, sir,” she gasped at once, fighting to maintain her position.
“Last one.”
For a moment, there was nothing except the sound of Jo’s shallow breathing and the soft ticking of the clock from the lounge.
And then was a crack like a gunshot as the eighth stroke—the hardest yet—exploded across Jo’s bottom. She cried out in a combination of pain, relief, and exhaustion, collapsing back down over the cushions as she did so.
The room was even greyer now. The light was fading fast. Jo felt as though they were in a different world. A darkening, shadowy place.
She wished they could stay in this place forever.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chris dropped the belt onto the bed and drew back, taking in the sight of his beautiful, well-punished wife. Jo’s striped bottom was still thrust upwards and her thighs were parted, exposing everything to his view. Chris didn’t think that he had ever seen anything so inviting.
“Stay where you are,” he ordered, walking around the bed towards the bedside cabinet where—if Eddie was right—he would find what he needed.
After he had sent Jo back to their suite, the husbands’ lesson had moved on from scolding to punishment rituals. Chris had been surprised to learn how many of the other husbands used anal sex as a ‘finale’ to—or even a replacement for—a punishment spanking.
“Nothing makes my Nina feel more submissive,” Eddie had said. “Maybe you and Jo should give it a go.”
Anal sex wasn’t something that Chris and Jo had ever tried. Not because either of them had an aversion to the idea; it had just never come up.
Well, maybe it should come up now.
Chris pulled open the top drawer of the bedside cabinet and found himself looking down at a veritable treasure trove of toys. There was a blindfold, ball gag, several different-sized butt plugs, and there in the middle, a packet of condoms and a bottle of lubricant.
Chris could sense Jo watching him intently from the bed. When he straightened back up and placed the condom packet and lubricant on top of the cabinet, he heard her gasp but he ignored her. Without a word, he broke open the packet of condoms, took one out, and picked up the bottle of lubricant.
“What’s that for?” Jo asked, twisting around to try and watch as he moved back to the foot of the bed.
“Hush.” Chris gave Jo’s bottom a sharp slap that made her squeak.
And—oh God—that sound just made him want to growl.
He spanked her again and she let out a low moan that sent a lightning bolt of pure lust surging through the whole of his body. His cock strained ag
ainst his boxers at the thought of what he was about to do to her.
At the sound of him undoing his fly, Jo turned her head and gave him a look of such dazed wantonness over her shoulder that he could barely focus on what he was doing.
God, she was beautiful.
It wasn’t long before Chris’s trousers were lying in a crumpled heap on the floor, quickly followed by his boxers. As he climbed up onto the bed behind Jo, she started to squirm on the pillows, pushing her bottom back towards him and making little pleading, whimpering sounds.
He could feel the heat coming off her bottom now. And oh, how he wanted to feel that warmth pressed into his skin as he fucked her, to bury himself in the sensation of it.
Chris took hold of Jo’s right cheek and squeezed hard. Possessively. Her strangled cry only urged him on.
“You’ve been a very bad girl, Jo,” he murmured, releasing his grip and then trailing his fingers between her cheeks. He circled her tight, secret hole. “Do you know what happens to bad girls?”
“I… I…” stammered Jo, who sounded torn between panic and excitement.
“No?” he said, pressing more firmly. “Well, I’ll tell you: they get fucked here.”
His fingers breached Jo’s defences and entered her. She let out a long, whimpering moan, wriggling and trembling as he pushed in further and further. With his other hand, Chris reached around to slide his fingers over her clit. Jo cried out and pushed backwards, burying the fingers of his other hand even deeper into her arse.
“There’s a good girl,” he murmured. “How does that feel?”
“I don’t know… umm… weird… nice…” Jo breathed.
That was all the invitation Chris needed. Ignoring Jo’s whimper of protest, he pulled away and turned his attention back to the condom and the bottle of lubricant.
It didn’t take long to drag the condom over his straining cock and then to work the lubricant into and around Jo’s tight, secret hole. She was making those soft pleading noises again as he pressed himself against her and then—slowly, gently—he started to ease himself in.
“Good girl,” he murmured, working his way in inch by pleasurable inch as Jo trembled and whimpered beneath him.
And then he was in as far as he could go and he could feel the heat of Jo’s bottom pressing against his skin. She was so tight. So hot.
“Oh… oh…” gasped Jo, writhing back against him and then jolting as his fingers began to tease her clit.
“Shh! Good girl,” whispered Chris, revelling in her tightness, the radiating heat of her punished bottom, her skittish trembling as he ground his cock into her most secret place.
It was too much. Chris couldn’t hold it in any longer. With his one hand still teasing Jo’s clit, he reached forward with his other hand and gripped a handful of her hair.
Jo cried out and arched her back, thrusting her bottom up even harder against Chris’s body. He abandoned all restraint and fucked her hard, holding her in place with his grip on her hair, thrusting into her again and again and again as she cried out and bucked beneath him.
And then the sensations reached their peak. The rest of the world disappeared and Chris let out a shout of satisfaction as pleasure exploded through his body.
* * *
Jo felt like nothing more than a mass of sensation. The stripes from the belt were throbbing, her bottom felt sore and stretched and her clit was tingling and desperate for release.
“Please,” she whimpered, as Chris pulled away from her.
“Please, what?” he teased, smoothing his palm over her hot bottom before giving it a quick squeeze.
She wriggled. “Please, sir?”
Chris gave a low chuckle. “You think you deserve an orgasm, do you? Even though you’ve behaved so badly?”
Jo wriggled again, overtaken by desperation. “I’m sorry,” she whimpered.
“Hmm.” Chris gripped her around the waist and drew her back onto her knees. “Take off the rest of your clothes,” he said, as he picked up the flattened pillows Jo had been lying over and threw them back up towards the headboard.
Jo obeyed at once, dragging her top up over her head and struggling her way out of her bra. Then she waited, still balancing on her knees.
Chris looked her over in a way that made her shiver. It was all she could do not to beg him to start touching her again.
“So… are you going to ask me nicely?”
Jo swallowed, legs trembling. “Please, sir…”
“Please, sir, what?”
“Please… please let me come.”
Chris’s face broke into a grin. “Well, since you asked so nicely—”
Jo shrieked as Chris grabbed her around the waist and flipped her onto her back. She barely had time to catch her breath before Chris shifted down between her legs, forced her thighs apart, and slid his tongue over her desperate clit.
Jo’s cry of pleasure was long and loud.
Chris enveloped her clit in the wet, muscled warmth of his tongue. Licking and sucking, he pushed his fingers inside her. When he pressed against her g-spot, Jo let out a frenzied scream and clamped her legs around him, arching her shoulders back into the duvet.
The sensations building up inside her were overwhelming. She panted and trembled as she ground down against his fingers, his lips, his tongue.
Never had she felt this frenzied. This hot. This desperate.
She clenched the muscles of her bottom, remembering the lashes of the belt and—oh God—that terrifyingly exquisite moment when he pushed his cock inside her.
The feel of him. The tight fullness. The sheer naughtiness of it that had sent shivers of pleasurable fear pulsing through her body.
Jo let out a wordless cry, straining down against Chris’s tongue. The shuddering heat in her clit was reaching its peak, and the rest of the world had vanished into darkness.
She was close to brimming over; she could feel it. The tingling, shivering heat was about to overflow.
In her mind, Jo replayed the moment when Chris had grabbed her by the hair and then slammed hard into her arse.
Again.
And again.
And again.
And then she was screaming, lost to the world as the climax ripped through her body.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chris loaded their suitcases into the boot as Jo said her goodbyes.
In a weird way, he was going to miss this place. And it wasn’t just because of the amazing sex he and Jo had been having. It was also to do with the fact that so many of the people he had met had been so, well, nice.
Whatever he had been expecting, it hadn’t been this.
Suitcases loaded, Chris turned around and watched as Jo threw her arms around the neck of a skinny girl with long dark hair. Ah, Karl’s wife. Heather.
He smiled to himself. If Chris knew Jo, quite a few of these people were going to end up being roped into an actual friendship, whether they liked it or not.
“Put her down, Jo,” he called over, earning a mock scowl in return.
Chris grinned and leaned back against the car. God, it was a beautiful morning. The blue sky had that dewy, washed look about it and there was just a hint of a sweet breeze rustling the trees. Perfect weather for a picnic. Or a trip to the beach. Or for a walk in the woods where he could tie Jo to a tree and fuck her senseless.
Oh yes, this place had definitely got to him…
He cleared his throat as Jo walked over. “Ready to go?” he asked.
“Yeah, I suppose,” she said, with a wistful look back over her shoulder.
“Let me guess: you want to stay forever?”
Jo pulled a face at him as she opened the car door on her side.
“We could always come back,” said Chris, opening his own door. “They do intermediate courses, you know.”
Jo sat down and then winced. “Ooh… oww… actually, I think you’ve probably learned enough.”
Chris laughed. “Is someone still a bit sore?”
&nbs
p; “No thanks to you,” she muttered, although Chris could see her lips twitching.
“Well, you shouldn’t have been such a naughty girl, should you?” he said, adopting a patronising tone and then laughing at her outraged protests.
But she fell silent as their car pulled out of the drive and a wall of trees hid the Good Wife Training Centre from their view.
“What are you thinking?” asked Chris after several moments of silence.
He flicked a quick glance in Jo’s direction and could see that she was hesitating to answer, eyes downcast.
“What’s up, babe?” he asked, reaching over and squeezing her thigh.
“I’m just… wondering… how things will be when we… you know… get home.”
Part of Chris wanted to make some kind of jokey remark to relieve the tension, but he knew that would be a bad idea. Jo was obviously worried. Nervous. It wouldn’t take much for all of her old defences to spring back up.
He took a deep breath. “Well,” he said, “there are going to be some rules, for starters.”
“Like?”
“Like not leaving the house in a tip just to wind me up.”
In his peripheral vision, Chris could make out the flush spreading across Jo’s face.
“And if you break the rules, you’ll be punished.”
He felt Jo squirm under his hand.
“What if I don’t break any rules?”
Chris moved his hand further up Jo’s thigh under her skirt and let his fingers brush between her legs. He felt her shiver. “Then you’ll only get good girl spankings… and lots of this,” he murmured, pressing his fingers down more firmly, only the thin fabric of her underwear between them. “Do you like this?”
“Yes, sir,” she whimpered, pushing herself up to meet him, increasing the pressure.
Ah fuck, why did they have to be in the car? No way could he concentrate on the road right now, and it was going to be at least an hour before they got home.
They were still on a deserted country road, but there were barely any passing places, let alone a handy place to pull in, unseen. And it was the middle of the day.
Troublemaker Page 9