His Sweet Kitten (Return To The McKenzies Book 1)

by Lynn Coppersmith

  Leslie blushed and looked down. “Yes,” she whispered.

  “That was my intention this morning, kitten. Not to hurt you but to arouse you. That type of spanking results in pleasure for both of us. Unfortunately, the spanking I’m about to give you will hurt, and there will be no pleasure in it for either of us. I don’t like punishing you. Nevertheless, it must be done. I will not allow my wife to use foul language. No matter how angry you might get, I expect you to behave like a lady.”

  Leslie sighed and met his expectant gaze. “You’re right. I’m sorry. But do you have to spank me this time? I promise not to do it again.”

  “I warned you what would happen. I am going to keep my word. Now, I expect you to submit to your punishment without any more argument.” He cupped her chin in his hand and gave her a pointed look. “Think you can do that, kitten?”

  She searched his expression, seeing only grim determination to carry out her punishment. She took a big breath and let it out as a sigh.

  “Yes, Gabe,” she said softly.

  She was frightened by the prospect of a more severe spanking, but Leslie was more concerned with making her husband proud. As much as she hated to admit it, she did need to clean up her language. She had spent too much time with a bunch of males, and they could get away with occasionally cussing. She sometimes forgot the genteel manners that young ladies were supposed to have. She didn’t want to be an embarrassment to Gabe.

  It was almost as if Gabe could read her mind. He watched the play of emotions on her expressive face, and he tapped the end of her nose.

  “That’s my good girl. Now, bend over the bed, kitten. We’ve got work to do, so let’s get this over with.”

  Leslie bent at the waist, laying her upper body across the bed. Gabe adjusted her slightly so that her hands were laying palms down above her head and her bottom was tilted up for him. He lifted her skirt and laid it around her waist, baring her bottom half. Leslie shivered with dread.

  Gabe pulled his belt free from his britches and looped it in his hand. He smoothed his palm soothingly over the globes of her bottom and met her eye.

  “These are going to hurt, kitten. I’m going to give you ten licks, and I expect you to stay still and accept them. If you move from this position, I will start over. Do you understand?”

  “Yes,” she said, with a shaky nod.

  She held her breath, tensing her bottom as she waited. The belt snapped across her bottom, covering both sides with a line of white hot fire. Without thinking, she screamed and jerked upright, clutching her hands onto her burning bottom. She danced from foot to foot, squealing from the burn.

  Gabe snared her gaze and frowned. “Back into position, kitten.”

  “But, Gabe, I promise I’ll never use bad language again. Oh, please don’t spank me with the belt. Please.”

  “Back into position now, or I’ll add another ten.”

  Leslie made a mewling noise, but she hurried to comply. Her breath was coming in pants, and she could hear her pulse pounding in her ears. She squeezed her eyes shut as Gabe lifted her skirts and smoothed his palm over the burning welt on her bottom.

  “Breathe, kitten. I know you can do this. Show me what a brave girl you are, and this will all be over soon. Now, starting again, at one.”

  Leslie nodded and focused on drawing air in and out of her lungs. The belt cracked across her bottom again, leaving another line an inch or two beneath the first. She gasped and clenched her fingers into the covers, but she managed to remain in position.

  Gabe waited only until she had relaxed her muscles before laying another stripe across her bottom. He worked methodically, giving her time to recover after each blow, but finishing the spanking as quickly as possible. The lashes he gave weren’t too severe. He only wanted to make his point. He didn’t want to cause severe pain, but they were firm enough to cause raised welts on her tender bottom. When he delivered the last lash, he tossed the belt aside and placed a firm but gentle hand in the middle of her back to hold her in place.

  “Don’t move, kitten.”

  Leslie turned her head to the side and watched him retrieve a small jar of ointment from one of the dresser drawers. He scooped out a glob and began massaging it over her burning bottom. Whatever it was felt delightfully cool against the fiery welts.

  She gasped and then moaned her appreciation. “What is that stuff?” she asked, sniffling as fresh tears fell on the mattress.

  “It’s a salve I use for bruises and scrapes,” he murmured.

  He touched her gently, carefully massaging the ointment into each of the raised welts. The throbbing and burning in her bottom was much worse than it had been from her previous spankings, but as he worked the ointment into her skin, the pain gradually lessened. By the time he was finished, it had settled to a dull ache. He lowered her skirt and lifted her up from the bed.

  She was crying softly, and he sat down and pulled her onto his lap. He stroked her hair and kissed her forehead, murmuring soothing words of praise for how well she had withstood the spanking. She clung to him as she sobbed, feeling the same sense of safety and security she always felt when he held her in his arms.

  Gabe’s heart clenched as he held her. He hated seeing her cry. He hated punishing her, but it had to be done. He was determined that Leslie would behave like a proper lady, and that meant no more cussing. She finally stopped crying, and he lifted her chin.

  “You made me very proud, kitten. But I hope you’ve learned your lesson about using foul language. I don’t like having to spank you like that.”

  Another tear leaked from the corner of her eye, and he wiped it away with his thumb. Leslie gave him a watery smile.

  “I have, Gabe. I promise.” Her eyes searched his. “Are you still mad at me?”

  “No, baby. All is forgiven.”

  He kissed her with gentle sweetness, nibbling softly on her lips. When he finally raised his head, she sighed as her eyes fluttered open. Gabe felt his heart soften, and he gave her a tender smile.

  “Come on, my sweet kitten.” He set her on her feet and gave her one more kiss on the forehead. “We’ve got work to do.”

  The rest of the day was spent on chores. Gabe delegated the easier tasks to Leslie, then he left to tend to his own work. Having grown up on her parents’ farm, she was well versed in caring for the animals and tending to the garden. She was just beginning to learn about many other tasks, such as cooking, laundry, and mending. As she washed their clothes and sheets, she wished for the hundredth time that she had paid more attention to what her mother had tried to teach her over the years.

  Despite her struggles, she was surprised to find satisfaction in such mundane tasks. She was careful where she hung the clothes to dry, and when she went to retrieve them, they smelled fresh and clean. She carefully folded their clothes and put them away.

  Trying to mend the torn sheets was less satisfying. Upon closer inspection, she realized that the damage was even worse than she had originally thought. Since they were beyond repair, she decided to rip the sheets into rags, and she made a mental note to buy a new set the next time they went into town.

  She sorted and stored away the supplies they had purchased. By the time Gabe returned in the early evening, supper was almost ready. When she heard his wagon returning from one of the far pastures, she went out onto the porch to greet him. Her heart beat faster as she watched him halt the team and set the brake. He was so handsome. The sight of him never failed to steal her breath.

  Gabe jumped down and returned her warm smile. He removed his hat and wiped a sleeve across his sweaty brow. “You’re a sight for sore eyes, kitten.” He let his gaze travel down to her toes and back as his dimples deepened. “Come down here and give your husband a kiss.”

  Leslie giggled and flew into his arms. He swung her in a circle, and she squealed with delight. His lips were warm and soft against hers, and he let her slide slowly down his body until she stood on her tiptoes. When he lifted his head, her eyes were sparkl
ing, and her cheeks were rosy.

  “Now that’s a greeting I could get used to, kitten.”

  Leslie laughed. “Me, too.” She stretched up to give him one more lingering kiss before pulling back with a happy sigh. “Supper will be ready by the time you get the horses settled.”

  “I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

  Gabe watched until she disappeared into the cabin. He readjusted the crotch of his britches and hurried to finish his chores.

  Seeing Leslie waiting for him had filled him with joy. They had been married less than a week, but it was already hard to remember what it had been like to live alone. It was nice to come home to a loving woman who had missed him.

  His conscience pricked him. He loved Leslie, and he loved having her around, but he wasn’t in love with her. He hoped that once the novelty of marriage had worn off, she wouldn’t be disappointed with him. He could offer her passion. He seemed to have an endless supply of that whenever she was around. He could offer her protection, security, companionship, and affection. He could offer her children. But would all of that be enough to make her happy in the long run? He hoped like hell that it would be.

  Over the next two weeks, Gabe and Leslie settled into a routine. Each morning before dawn, he woke her with steamy kisses and bold caresses. They would share a morning romp before rising to face the day.

  They both worked hard from morning until night. Gabe was pleased that Leslie was such a good helper around the farm. Because of her efforts, his workload had become much more manageable. That was nice for both of them, because it allowed them to spend the evenings in much more pleasurable pursuits.

  The passion between them had only continued to grow hotter. Gabe made it his mission to find all the ways to pleasure Leslie, and she delighted in submitting to his demands. Their appetites were perfectly matched. Gabe tutored her in the joys of the flesh, and Leslie continued to surprise him with her willingness to try anything he demanded of her. As the days and nights passed, they grew ever more adventurous, and their relationship outside of the marriage bed grew stronger because of their shared intimacies.

  They developed a new level of trust and understanding. They didn’t argue as often. They both had more patience for one another as they settled into their roles as husband and wife. Leslie began to feel more and more at home, and she took pride in tending to Gabe’s needs. She kept the house sparkling clean, she made sure his clothes were washed and mended, and she always tried to have tasty and satisfying meals prepared whenever Gabe was ready to eat.

  Leslie continued to struggle with her cooking skills. Her repertoire of meals was small, but Gabe never complained about eating the same things over and over. He also never criticized when things were burnt or not seasoned properly. However, he did turn Leslie over his knee a couple of times when she grumbled about her failed attempts.

  He seemed to delight in blistering her bottom, and he gave in to the temptation to spank her often. Luckily, most of the spankings he gave were of the pleasant variety. Leslie would have been the last to admit it, but she had begun to enjoy them almost as much as he did. They led to some of their most enjoyable sessions of lovemaking.

  Gabe was often at his most demanding right after he had reddened her bottom. She secretly loved that side of his personality, and several times, Leslie argued with Gabe just to provoke him to spank her. One evening, after going for three days without a spanking, she became particularly churlish after dinner.

  “I don’t see why I can’t wear britches some of the time,” she complained. “I’ve been wearing these silly dresses for two whole weeks, and I’m sick to death of them.”

  Gabe pinned her with a frown, and he raised an ominous brow. “Kitten, we’ve been over this before. You promised to obey me about this. I don’t want you going around in boy’s clothes anymore.”

  “But that’s not fair! I don’t know why you care, anyway. You’re usually gone during the day. Why can’t I wear them when you aren’t even here to see me?”

  His voice dropped an octave. “I said no, and that’s the end of it.”

  She stomped her foot and screeched. “That’s not the end of it. Why won’t you listen to me?”

  “That’s enough,” Gabe growled.

  He bent and scooped her over his shoulder and carried her to the bedroom. Gabe sat on the foot of the bed and turned Leslie over his knees. She kicked and screamed as he flipped her skirts up, baring her bottom. She was thrashing around so much, her thighs parted, and he could see that she was soaking wet.

  Gabe’s brows shot up, and he grinned. “You little minx,” he scolded. “I haven’t even spanked you yet, and your pussy is already drenched.”

  He ran two fingers through her swollen and slick folds and plunged them deep inside her. Leslie moaned, suddenly growing still on his lap. He fingered her boldly, chuckling when she spread her thighs and began to arch her hips eagerly in time with his strokes. He withdrew his fingers and slapped her harshly on the bottom.

  “Gabe!” she cried, squirming from the burn.

  He easily pinned her wrists to her lower back and held them with one hand. When she tried to kick her legs, he trapped them beneath his own, completely immobilizing her.

  “I should have realized why you were behaving like a brat. You’ve been missing your spankings, haven’t you, kitten?”

  When she didn’t answer him immediately, he slapped the other side of her bottom. He grinned at the red handprint that appeared on the ivory globe. Her sweet little ass was heart shaped perfection, and it was all his.

  “Answer me, kitten. Do you like it when I spank you?”

  Her cheeks burned from embarrassment. “No, of course not. Let me up this instant!”

  Gabe laughed and began to spank her in earnest. He covered every inch of her bottom and upper thighs with hearty smacks, grinning as her skin turned pink and then bright, cherry red.

  Leslie squealed and thrashed. As many times as he had spanked her, it still surprised her how much it burned. Every time his palm connected with her tender bottom, it stung like fire, and then it morphed into a deep, aching throb that soaked through her tissues. He seemed to know the most sensitive area was where her bottom met her upper thighs, and he often concentrated several smacks there right in a row. Only when her cries began to grow panicked would he move on.

  He ignored her pleas for him to stop and began making the rounds over her bottom a second time. Every once in a while, he would pause, just to see her try to wriggle free of his hold. Then, he would chuckle and spank her with even more intensity.

  Whenever he spanked her, Gabe liked to drag it out for a nice long time. Leslie knew that was to emphasize his control over her and highlight her vulnerability. He liked nothing better than to have her teetering helplessly over his knee while he blistered her bottom. This time was no exception.

  She also knew that he enjoyed her struggles. She would scream and kick and thrash, trying to win her freedom. All the while, she knew that she didn’t have a hope of escaping his firm hold. However, she could feel his cock growing ever more stiff and insistent as it poked against her belly. Knowing how her resistance excited him, she always kept it up until she was running out of strength and her bottom was on fire.

  When she finally stopped struggling, he eased off and finally stopped entirely. By then, her bottom was fiery red and hot to the touch.

  She moaned softly as he ran his calloused palm over the blistered flesh. His hand felt so wonderful, and she hoped he would soon turn his attention further south. Her clit was swollen and throbbing, and her entire inner thighs were coated in slick moisture. She eased her thighs as far apart as his tight hold would allow, hoping to entice him.

  Gabe indulged her, grinning as he loosened his hold over her legs, and instead of trying to get up, she spread her thighs further apart. He plunged his fingers into her dripping slit. Her clit throbbed against his thumb, and he pressed it as he fingered her slowly.

  “Now, tell me the truth, k
itten. You like it when I spank you, don’t you?”

  Leslie sucked in a breath and released it on a moan when his fingers plunged deep. “Yes,” she cried. “Oh please, Gabe.”

  “Such a naughty little girl,” he murmured. He bent and nipped her burning bottom, smiling when she squealed. “Do you have any idea how gorgeous you look with your sweet red ass in the air and your juicy pink pussy on display?”

  He gave her clit a pinch, and she released a guttural groan. “Oh, please let me come,” she gasped. “Please!”

  He chuckled and gave her bottom another love bite. “Okay, kitten. Since you finally admitted the truth and you took your spanking so well, you can come now.”

  When he bit her bottom and squeezed her clit, Leslie soared over the edge. Her inner muscles clamped down on his fingers, and he continued to flutter them inside her to prolong her pleasure. Her orgasm seemed to go on forever, and she was only distantly aware of his murmured praises and soothing caresses.

  She finally breathed a deep sigh, and he pulled her astride his lap, facing away from him. He trailed nibbling kisses along her neck as he unbuttoned her bodice and caressed her swollen, aching breasts. She could feel the hot ridge of his erection pressing against her bottom, and she waited impatiently while he unfastened his britches.

  As soon as he had freed his cock, she rose on her knees and sank onto his shaft with a heartfelt sigh. When he was buried to the hilt, they both moaned. She smiled at him from over her shoulder and began riding him. She didn’t just rise and fall. She used her whole body in undulating waves, clenching him with her inner muscles.

  Gabe urged her on, lavishing her breasts with attention, stroking her clit, squeezing her burning bottom, and stealing her breath with steaming kisses. When he felt his balls begin to draw tight, he ground into her depths and suckled her neck beneath her ear.