by Sue Lyndon
Finally, he stopped. She cried into the covers as he rubbed her punished bottom.
“Is it over?”
“Yes, sweetheart.”
She didn’t possess the energy to move, and he seemed content to continue holding her over his lap, so she remained in place as he rubbed out the sting. Would he forgive her for her awful behavior? She wanted to experience his arms wrapping around her more than anything, but at least he hadn’t pushed her to the floor and stormed out of their room after finishing the spanking.
She hadn’t known what to expect. This didn’t feel cruel. It felt loving. He hadn’t spanked her in anger or caused her any real harm. Just a sore bottom. His intention had been to each her a lesson, and she’d certainly learned it.
Until now, they hadn’t had a severe disagreement. If she were honest with herself, she had hoped for a passionate reaction from Ben. She’d pushed and pushed, telling herself she was pushing him with her defiance because as a grown woman she shouldn’t have to heed anyone’s orders, even those of her husband. But part of her had wanted to see what would happen when he reached the end of his patience.
“Gina, I know this was sudden and you might be angry with me for disciplining you, but you’ve been exceedingly rebellious lately. I believe a rebellious wife needs a firm hand. I’ve never had cause to punish you before, but I won’t hesitate to do it again if you disobey me, put yourself in danger, or lie to me. Do you understand, sweetheart?” His deep, masculine voice drifted over her, and despite his promise to chastise her again, she found comfort in his words.
She sniffled and wiped at the last of her tears. “Yes, sir, I understand.” She glanced over her shoulder at him, and her heart swelled at the concerned look in his eyes when their gazes collided. “And I’m not angry with you. If anything, I’m angry with myself.”
“Come here, darling.” He turned her over and gathered her against his chest, resting his chin atop her head as he stroked her hair.
“Am I forgiven, Ben?” she murmured into his shirt. She held her breath as she awaited his answer. As horribly as she’d treated him, she couldn’t blame him if he stayed mad for a while. “I, um, I can sleep on the couch tonight.”
He pulled back and cupped her face. “Of course, you’re forgiven, Gina. And your pretty little red bottom isn’t going anywhere. You’re going to stay right here, in my arms all night.”
Relief swept through her, and she hugged him back. She’d always wondered what their first fight would be like. Another reason she’d been testing him, and it seemed childish in retrospect, but now she wouldn’t worry he would be a pushover, like her father. Or full of rage, like her mother.
Growing up, both her and her father had lived in fear of her mother’s bad moods and frequent emotional outbursts. They were still married, but their marriage wasn’t a happy one. As a child, Gina had learned to be meek and agreeable, if only to avoid her mother’s wrath.
She used to dream about marrying a strong, dominant man who wouldn’t allow her to do the sort of destructive things she’d been doing since reconnecting with Chelsea. When Ben hadn’t commented on her staying out late after the first few times, she’d grown sullen thinking he didn’t care. But when he’d finally voiced his concerns, after her third weekend out, she’d found herself more annoyed than grateful he’d finally spoken up. Aggravated with Chelsea, she had been on edge and ended up taking her frustrations out on her husband, rather than surrendering to his authority in the way she’d always fantasized.
His forgiveness wrapped around her like a warm blanket, and she snuggled against him with a deep feeling of contentment. While still petting her hair, he settled his other hand on her tender backside and rubbed her punished cheeks.
She parted her legs and wished his hand would travel between her aching thighs, but she didn’t dare ask him to touch her intimate folds. She’d always been shy in the bedroom and waited for him to initiate lovemaking. Of course, it was a rare night when he didn’t claim her. When she was home, anyway.
As if reading her mind, he prodded the wetness between her legs, and she opened herself wider to his ministrations and jerked her center against his hand, seeking out more of the bliss he was inflicting upon her. Tendrils of warmth unfurled from her inner core, and she moaned aloud when he sought out her clit and worked one finger around the pulsing nubbin in a maddeningly slow swirling motion.
“You’re soaking wet, sweetheart.” He shoved into her tightness and she cried out. Holding her on his lap, he plunged in and out of her aching pussy.
“Mmm,” she said, unable to form a coherent response. Her mind turned to mush the longer he stroked her. She ground her bottom against the growing hardness beneath her, anxious for him to remove his boxers and drive into her without mercy.
She dragged her nails down his sculpted chest and then leaned up to kiss him. He growled and devoured her, thrusting his tongue into her mouth and taking command of the kiss.
After breaking away, he said, “You’re going to be an obedient little wife and take all of my cock tonight, aren’t you?”
She whimpered and nodded her assent. God, she loved when he talked naughty, and especially when he took control in the bedroom. A wave of submission rolled through her, and she winced when he shifted her onto her hands and knees on the bed, guiding her to lift her bottom high while he shed his boxers and then took position behind her.
He dragged the tip of his rigid length along her wet folds, preparing to fuck her. She quivered and waited with bated breath for the first delicious thrust of his cock into her tightness.
“I’m going to pound you very hard, Gina.” He shifted away from her, only to cup her pussy and squeeze. “This is mine. You are mine. I plan to take you long and hard and remind you that you belong to me.”
Chapter Three
His words of ownership became branded in her conscience. Gina lifted her bottom higher, inviting his entrance. Her breasts felt heavy beneath her, her nipples tingling as they brushed across the bedsheets. Need consumed her, and she was about to start begging Ben to stop teasing her when he finally surged forward.
Oh God. He filled her up, driving all the way into her channel in one swift thrust. Gripping her hips, he commenced taking her harder than ever before.
By claiming her from behind, asserting his dominance as she remained on her hands and knees, she was his for the taking. With each quick thrust, the emotional rift between them was sealed. She clutched the sheets and reveled in the erotic sensations wrought from his deliberate roughness.
Not slowing in his drives, he pressed a finger to her bottom hole. She squealed and tried to escape his attentions to her most secret passage. Utterly shocked, she could only whimper as he pushed into her anus. He’d never touched her there before, and while surprised by his action, she couldn’t deny the ecstasy racing through her at being filled in both her holes at the same time, by her husband.
“Don’t you dare fight me, young lady, or I’ll put my cock in your ass instead.”
His sternly spoken threat left her shaking with fear tinged with desire. She stilled and took a deep breath as he pushed deeper into her asshole. A spasm rocked through her core, the feeling overwhelming. Delirious with pleasure, she blinked hard against the dark spots clouding her vision.
“All your holes belong to me, Gina. Don’t you ever forget that.”
His firm proclamation came as the first wave of an intense release swept over her. She cried out and undulated her center into him, and he responded by shoving the finger in her ass deeper and fucking her harder. The vibration from his balls slapping steadily against her pussy left her quaking and moaning as the longest, hardest orgasm she’d ever had pummeled through her.
In the aftermath of her fierce release, she could barely remain on her hands and knees. Ben withdrew his finger from her ass and held her in place while he pumped his length into her, groaning as he filled her with his seed. Panting from his exertions, he gradually pulled out of her pussy and then re
ached for her. He shifted to the center of the bed and drew her into his lap, cradling her in his arms.
“I love you, sweetheart.”
“I love you too, Ben.”
He stroked her hair and peered into her eyes. Her breath caught at the loving gleam in his gaze. She’d been so busy pushing him away lately that she’d forgotten how wondrous it was to stare into his dark depths, not to mention how cherished she felt when he held her.
“Are you all right?”
“Never been better.” She giggled at her unsuccessful attempt to stifle a sudden yawn, and he grinned down at her, tucking her hair behind her ears and then resting his forehead against hers.
“How’s your naughty bottom?” he asked, giving her backside a squeeze.
Shame heated her face and she looked down, unable to hold his gaze. “It still hurts, but I understand why you did it, and…I’m glad you did it. I’ll admit my behavior has been outrageous lately.”
“I should have put a stop to your nighttime adventures with Chelsea sooner. In the future, know that you won’t get as many chances to rectify your behavior as you did this time. I’m going to be much, much firmer with you.”
“Yes, sir,” she said as another flush stole over her. “I’ll talk to Chelsea first thing tomorrow and tell her I won’t be staying out late and visiting every bar in town anymore.”
“You have lots of other friends too, Gina. Don’t forget that. Friends from church, work, and school. You’re well-liked in this town. If Chelsea gets mad because you won’t bar hop with her anymore, it’s not as if she’s your only friend.”
“You’re right. How about we have a barbeque soon and invite a bunch of people over, including Chelsea? Maybe if she makes more friends in Dalestown, she’ll settle down a bit and stop acting so crazy. I really think she’s lonely and I’d like to help her.”
“That’s an excellent idea.” He placed another kiss to her forehead. “How about Saturday?”
“Sounds perfect. Thanks for helping me, Ben.”
“Of course.” He inhaled a deep breath and gave her behind another squeeze. When she lowered her gaze, he put a finger beneath her chin, forcing her to stare into his eyes. “You’re a sweet girl, Gina, and I’m very proud of you for taking your punishment so well.”
*
The barbeque was a success. All their friends had a wonderful time, including Chelsea. Gina had confided to Ben that she’d had a private heart to heart with Chelsea on the patio before their other guests arrived. Chelsea had confessed she’d been arrested a few times for public intoxication, but insisted she had never actually served time in jail. At least the worst rumors about her weren’t true, and she’d surprised both Gina and Ben by announcing she had several job interviews lined up for next week.
After everyone left, Ben watched Gina as she finished loading the plates into the dishwasher, thankful that he’d been blessed with such a caring wife. He was also thankful that she’d been receptive to receiving physical discipline. Also, in the two days since he’d spanked her, she couldn’t seem to keep her hands off him. Putting his foot down and spanking her, making her realize he wouldn’t allow her to harm herself or their marriage, had deepened their intimacy.
A radiant smile spread over her features when she turned and met his gaze. She strode to him and grabbed his hand with a naughty gleam in her eye, then led him upstairs. He swatted her ass as they entered their bedroom, and she squealed and covered her bottom. She gave him the cutest mock pout, and he crossed his arms and glared down at her as if she’d just broken an important rule.
He lifted an eyebrow at her. “Your ass belongs to me, Gina. Now pull your skirt up and show me what’s mine.”
Her face reddened and her breath caught, but she did as he asked, drawing her skirt up and turning to show him her backside, which was covered in a pair of lacy, white panties.
Guiding her to the bed, he forced her to bend over and spread her legs. He yanked her underwear down until the garment rested at her knees. “Naughty girls get spanked on their bare little bottoms, don’t they, Gina?”
“Y-yes, sir. But, um, I haven’t been naughty at all. Not since you last spanked me. I’ve been on my best behavior.”
“Is that so?” He trailed his fingers between her thighs, rubbing her pussy. A tremor ran through her, and she undulated against his hand.
“Yes, sir. I’ve been a ve-very go-good girl,” she said breathlessly as he continued teasing her.
“I don’t know,” he said sternly, prodding her core where her moisture was gathering. “You’re awfully wet right now, young lady. Have you been entertaining naughty thoughts?”
She moaned and gyrated faster over his probing fingers, her moisture growing with each passing second. “I’ll never tell and you can’t make me,” she said in a flippant tone, clearly enjoying their banter.
Smack! Smack! Smack! He started spanking her hard, landing over a dozen sharp blows to her bottom before pausing. “Bad girl. That is no way to speak to your husband. Now, tell me what naughty thoughts have been flitting through your mind today. If you don’t confess, I will take my belt to your cute little bottom.”
“Okay, fine!” She glanced over her shoulder, her pretty blue eyes wide and pleading. “Please not the belt. I’ll tell you, I promise.”
“Start talking, little girl.”
“I was, um, thinking about how this morning you made me suck your cock and swallow all of your cum. You’ve never made me swallow before, and well, I can’t stop thinking about it. I actually had to change my panties before our guests arrived, because I’d gotten so wet.”
He helped her step out of her underwear and urged her onto the bed, on her back with her hands resting above her head. “Don’t move.” He stripped off his clothing and crawled on top of her, pushing her skirt up.
He gripped her wrists, and with his free hand caressed her gleaming, intimate folds. She’d shaved her pussy this morning, per his instructions, rendering herself completely bare to his touch. As he explored her smooth wetness, he kissed her hard, claiming her lips with all the urgency that had been building inside him all day. When she struggled and whimpered beneath him, he pulled back and stared down at her. He cupped her heaving breast overtop the dress she still wore, pinching her nipple through the thin fabric.
“Who do you belong to, Gina?”
“You!” she gasped. “I belong to you, Ben.”
He released her wrists long enough to wrangle the dress off her, grabbing the skirt and dragging the garment over her head. Her lacy white bra matched the underwear he’d thrown on the floor, and he took a moment to admire how sexy she looked in the sheer bra that left little to the imagination. Needing her completely naked, wanting to glimpse her fully exposed, he stole another long, deep kiss as he reached behind her to unhook the fastening. He tossed her bra to the floor to join her panties.
She spread her legs wider and lifted herself to meet his entrance. One quick surge had him buried deep in her exquisite tightness. A haze of desire consumed him, and his balls tightened as his release approached. Not wanting to come before Gina, he slowed his thrusts and swirled her moisture over her engorged, pink clit.
“Oh Ben! Oh my God!” Her eyes fluttered shut as she moaned and moved her center in tune with his ministrations.
Her inner muscles clamped down around his cock, her orgasm rocking through her, and he soon lost all control. Increasing his pace, he spilled himself deep inside her, his vision blurring as he came long and hard.
She blinked up at him with a slight grin, her expression one of blissful weariness. He withdrew from her snug pussy and leaned down to place a feather light kiss on her lips.
“I shall endeavor not to entertain any naughty thoughts tomorrow, dear husband,” she said wryly.
He smiled and gathered her in his arms. “And I shall endeavor to turn your little bottom a deep shade of red when you fail to control yourself, dear wife.”
A Time to Heal
Chapter One
The sudden pause in conversation left Stephie fidgeting in her seat. She made eye contact with her husband for the briefest second before glancing away. They’d just finished talking about visiting her parents in a month, and now the silence loomed between them, awkward and thick. She circled a spoon in her coffee, watching as the cream she’d just added spiraled and dissolved in an instant. Around her, the steady hum of chatter and morning newspapers being ruffled filled the local diner.
Nerves tightened her stomach, and she looked up at Marcus, trying to read his mood. The question she longed to ask rested on the tip of her tongue. Would he finally give her back some of her freedoms? Yesterday marked one year since her cancer had gone into remission. A whole year of being healthy and getting her strength back. Her hair had grown down to her shoulders already, and she’d also gained back every pound she’d lost during chemo. Despite her improved health, his overprotectiveness persisted and threatened to drive her crazy.
She placed the spoon down and cleared her throat. “Marcus?”
“Yes, sweetheart?”
“I want to drive to New York next Wednesday. There’s an art exhibit in the evening and some of my paintings will be on display. I can drive up in the morning and spend the night with Darla, then come back home on Thursday.”
His face darkened and a chill fell over the table. He might as well not even respond. She already knew his answer.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea. I’m sorry, Stephie, but no.”
“But—”
“I said no.”
She huffed and reached for a pack of sugar. As she tore it over her coffee and clanged the spoon around in the cup, she mumbled under her breath. “This is bullshit. This is absolute bullshit.”