Aching to Submit

by Natasha Knight

  “Will she be allowed to come during the spanking?” Kyan asked.

  She recognized Michael’s hand as it gently caressed the curve of her waist. “Yes. I’d like to see if we can make her come just from her spanking.”

  She heard one of the men approach and she opened her eyes to meet Kyan’s. “I have a feeling we can,” he said, smiling, touching a finger to her chin.

  At that moment, she felt the lubricant on her anus and instantly tensed.

  “No,” Michael said as Kyan resumed his place behind her. “It’s me, relax.”

  “Julia,” Kyan said. “Bring me a leather paddle and have my cane and a gag ready.”

  Cane and a gag?

  As he said it, Michael pushed his finger inside her ass as she ground her clit into the bench.

  “Good girl,” Michael coaxed as his finger moved more easily in and out of her. “Tell me, Soph,” he asked. “If I asked you to suck Kyan’s cock while I fuck your ass after your caning, would you do that for me?”

  He was fucking her ass with his fingers as she ground her hips into the bench. She arched her back with the pleasure of it.

  “Tell me, girl,” he said, pulling his fingers out and replacing them with the plug. He kept fucking her with it as she moaned, on the verge of orgasm now. “Tell me, do you want to suck another man’s cock while I watch? While everyone watches as you’re getting your ass fucked?”

  “Mmm. Yes,” she gasped for breath as he seated the wide plug fully inside her. He then stepped away.

  “You look fucking hot, Soph. Every man in this place has an eye on you right now.”

  She’d been on the edge of orgasm when he moved away and she groaned, turning her head to look for him and finding several men and some women gathered round.

  At that moment, Julia returned with the implements Kyan had asked for and Michael came to stand where she could see him.

  “I’m going to use my hand first, Sophie. Then the paddle for a while. When you’re ready, if you’re ready, I’d like to give you a few strokes with the cane. What’s your safeword again?”

  Sophie was confused for a moment until her eyes once again settled on Michael.

  “Lavender, Sir,” she said.

  * * *

  She didn’t see Kyan nod at Michael, signaling he was ready to begin.

  “Keep your eyes on me the entire time,” Michael said to her before returning the nod.

  She gasped when Kyan’s hand first struck her flesh, her eyes suddenly startled as if she were surprised for a moment. Michael kept his eyes on her face as Kyan continued, using his hand for a good while, his spanks becoming harder as he progressed until she had tears forming in her eyes.

  When Kyan switched over to the paddle, she struggled a little in her bonds, making the sounds Michael was growing accustomed to hearing whenever he spanked her. He stepped around her for a moment, wanting to see her backside. It was red and growing redder by the quick, expert application of Kyan’s paddle. Michael watched how he placed the strokes, how he worked the paddle.

  “Your ass is turning bright red, baby,” he said, when he came to squat in front of her again. He caressed her head, pushing her hair off her face as Kyan paddled, tears now streaming down her cheeks.

  “It hurts,” she said.

  “Shh,” Michael soothed. “Kyan,” he said, looking up at the man. “Maybe we should give her a break?”

  Kyan stopped for a moment and walked over to where she could see him. “Sophie.”

  She blinked several times, as if confused.

  “Look at me, Sophie.” He squatted down to get her attention. When she met his eyes, he continued. “Do you need to use your safeword?”

  She looked at him for a long moment and shook her head.

  Kyan glanced at Michael and resumed his place behind her.

  “She can take more than you think,” Kyan said to Michael, his breath shorter as he continued to spank her while speaking. “Look at her expression, her eyes; her pupils are dilated. Her face is soft. She’s crying softly, but it’s nowhere near too much or even enough at this point.”

  Michael nodded in understanding, watching his wife’s face, listening to the sounds she made. Her lips were swollen, her mouth slightly open, her eyes red from crying but soft, just soft. Watching her elicited the strangest feelings inside him. Some of aggression, he couldn’t deny that, but along with that base instinct, there was a tenderness, a knowledge that he could take her to this place himself. It was beyond sexual arousal—it was pure sensuality, pure eroticism. At this moment, she was the most beautiful creature he’d ever laid eyes on.

  Holding her chin, he reached his face close to hers, he kissed her mouth. Her expression didn’t change. She simply opened to accept him.

  Kyan stopped paddling, stepping back and stripping off his shirt. Julia took the paddle from his hand and handed him his cane. Michael glanced at the people gathered round to watch, feeling nothing but pride. She was his. She belonged to him.

  “I’d like to use the cane, Michael,” Kyan said simply.

  Michael looked at Sophie who looked back at him, eyes wide and trusting. He smiled softly, then nodded to Kyan without breaking eye contact with Sophie.

  “Julia, gag her,” Kyan said.

  Julia came to kneel beside Michael. “You won’t be able to say your safeword with this in,” she began, petting her hair as she spoke. “Just tap on the bench three times to signal you’re using it. Understand?” she asked.

  Sophie nodded.

  Julia touched her cheek with a warm, sweet smile on her face before sliding the ball gag into her mouth and securing it.

  When she walked away, Sophie looked at Michael, her mouth wide around the gag. He reached forward and kissed her cheek, her ear, her hair. Kyan waited until he had moved away to lay the first stroke of the cane across her ass.

  The whippy sound was different and Sophie tensed instantly. She closed her eyes when it struck, but it was a moment before she made any sound.

  “Okay?” he asked, touching her sweaty face.

  She blinked once and managed a small nod, looking into his eyes as she braced for the next stroke.

  Michael glanced at Kyan and Kyan struck again.

  She made a sound that was muffled behind the gag, her hands fisted, tears seemingly being pushed from her eyes.

  Michael’s cock hardened even more than it already was.

  “Again,” he said aloud.

  The sound, like a whistle, one that he would now never forget, filled his ears.

  Sophie made a pained noise and looked at him.

  “Again,” he said, never breaking eye contact with her. A part of him knew that although he was not the one delivering her pain, he was the cause of it. The thought made him hungrier.

  “Two more. Last ones.”

  “I’d like to strike her thighs,” Kyan said. “These will be more painful.”

  Michael only nodded his permission.

  “Two more on each thigh or two total?” Kyan asked.

  Michael looked at her position and realized that splayed as she was, he’d have to strike each thigh separately.

  “Two on each.”

  Sophie moaned and squeezed her eyes shut. The last four strokes were delivered swiftly, without pause, as Sophie’s eyes streamed tears.

  * * *

  It was over. Michael was caressing her, pushing the gag from her mouth, telling her how well she’d done. The last strikes of the cane had been the worst and even as her entire lower half burned, she could tell exactly where each of those strokes had landed. But at the same time, an intense heat had built inside her to match that of the flesh of her buttocks and thighs. Michael got up and Julia came to sit next to her, smiling at her, her eyes shiny with her own tears as she pushed the hair back from Sophie’s face and wiped her forehead.

  “You did really well,” she said. “So well.”

  She petted Sophie’s h
air.

  “You’re so beautiful, Sophie.”

  Sophie couldn’t speak, she couldn’t think, all she could do was feel. She was pure sensation. When Julia leaned in to kiss her forehead, her cheek, her mouth, she only opened to her, soft tears falling from her eyes. Kyan was before her next and Julia remained as he knelt in front of her. He was shirtless, his body glistening with sweat.

  “You did very well, Sophie. So, so well,” he said, touching the back of his hand to her face gently as Julia unzipped his pants and released his cock.

  From behind her, she felt Michael’s hands on her tender bottom, spreading her wider, playing with the plug. Julia licked her husband’s cock first while Sophie just watched. From behind her, Michael manipulated the plug as his cock penetrated her slick pussy. Julia guided Kyan’s cock to Sophie’s lips and she opened for him, taking him inside her, tasting salt and sweat. Julia kissed his cock, kissed Sophie’s lips as they alternated their ministrations. Sophie opened wide when Kyan fisted her hair and pushed toward the back of her throat. At the same time, Michael’s cock penetrated her ass. She gasped as he thrust in, nothing gentle as he fucked her from behind while Kyan fucked her mouth, the only softness being Julia’s lips as they kissed her hair, face, her mouth.

  Sophie came fast, her hips bucking with the force of it, and when Kyan stilled and she felt the first stream of semen hit her throat, she opened wide for him, letting it drip down her throat as he pumped once more, twice more. From behind her, Michael’s hands closed around her hips, fucking her harder and faster until, after drawing one final orgasm from her, he came inside her ass.

  Chapter Seventeen

  She had just had the hottest experience of her life. Sophie lay still in the bed, feeling Michael beside her. He was awake, she could tell from his breathing. Was it going to be awkward now? They’d need to talk about what had happened. She rolled over and opened her eyes to find him watching her.

  “Hey,” she said.

  “Hey.”

  She glanced at the clock. It was quarter past eleven in the morning. She turned back to Michael, who hadn’t taken his eyes off her.

  “How are you feeling?” he asked. His expression was tentative.

  “My butt is sore,” she said.

  “I imagine it is. Go on.”

  “Truth?”

  “Every time.”

  “I thought it was one of the hottest things I’ve ever done.”

  Michael exhaled.

  “Did you know we’d do that? I mean the last part?”

  “Not until we were there at the club, at the bench. I think that’s the part I want to talk about.”

  “I never imagined I’d do anything like that with another man, but yesterday with Kyan and Julia, it was right.”

  “Go on.”

  “But the whole thing. From the minute we walked into Kyan’s office to when you had me strip, to when you both walked me out and had me straddle the bench. People were watching, a lot of them. I liked being, strange as it sounds, put on display like that. And I like that you did it. I felt like I belonged to you. Somehow I felt even closer to you. I know it sounds weird.”

  “I actually don’t think it sounds weird. I felt the same.”

  “The spanking—it was a little different from Kyan. It was more than we’ve ever done and at some point, it didn’t matter that all those people were there, that I was in the middle of a room naked and exposed and being spanked by a man not my husband. It was like I was somewhere inside my head. Strange, but really great too, you know?

  “I liked that you stayed with me where I could see you. I heard you tell Kyan how many strokes to give me with the cane. I was scared, but also ready for it. I’m so glad you did that. I think the most important part was that you were there with me. Julia, when she kissed me at the end, it just felt natural and then Kyan and you and… that was just intense.”

  “For me, it was almost surreal. First, I want you to understand that I trust Kyan. This wouldn’t have happened with just anyone. When I told you to do those things and you did them, you simply gave yourself, submitted to me, to us… it was fucking hot, absolutely. I had the same thing—when you said you felt closer to me, I had that. I don’t really know where all this is going to go, Soph, and I think over the next days and weeks, we’re both going to be processing what happened last night. I want us to keep talking about it, figure out how we feel in a few days. I’m really just happy though; everything is falling into place. I feel good. I think you feel good?”

  She thought about it for a minute. “I feel, in a way, at home. Like I can just finally relax, you know?”

  He smiled and pulled her into an embrace.

  * * *

  The next two weeks, Sophie woke up starving. She’d get up early with Michael and eat a huge breakfast as he drank coffee before going to work. On the Saturday of the second week, when she woke with her usual hunger, Michael looked at her. “Should we take the test?” he asked.

  They’d bought the pregnancy test weeks ago, but both had been too nervous to use it. She had gotten pregnant twice before and had lost both babies. The memory and the feeling that went with those months would likely stay with her forever.

  “I’m scared,” she said, suddenly sniffling when a surprise of tears and emotion flooded her. “What if we’re pregnant?”

  He studied her and in his expression, she saw that same worry that she felt.

  “If it’s negative, we’ll be disappointed.”

  “Yes, there’s that.”

  “If we’re not… If it’s positive and I’m pregnant…”

  “Come on,” he said, pushing the covers off himself, standing, and holding out his hand.

  Reluctantly, she climbed out of the bed and they went into the bathroom. Michael unwrapped the stick and handed it to her. She took it, looked at it, then looked at him.

  “Can you go outside or turn around or something?”

  “I’ve seen you pee before,” he said. When she only stared, he turned to go. “I will never understand women,” he mumbled under his breath.

  When the door closed, Sophie took the test. She wasn’t sure what would be harder, if it were a plus or a minus. She set the test on the counter and washed her hands, unable to watch.

  Michael opened the door and came to stand beside her. He looked down at the test and took hold of her hand, squeezing.

  Epilogue

  Keira Anne Perron was born two months early. But as Michael and Sophie watched her now, standing, her fat little hands gripping the edges of the coffee table she’d just used to pull herself to stand upright, she was a healthy, happy little one-year-old.

  The doorbell rang and she turned her face in the direction of the sound, her little legs bending and straightening in her excitement. The doorbell usually meant visitors. And visitors usually meant presents and lots of attention. Sophie figured Keira had put those two things together. Michael scooped her up and went to answer the door as Sophie unpacked the birthday cake. She had to smile when, after hearing her in-laws in the hallway, she heard Keira’s squeal of delight as they made their way back to the living room.

  Today was Keira’s birthday and both she and Michael had agreed to let Oma and Opa spoil her rotten without a word of complaint from either of them.

  “Sophie,” Grace said, coming to her with a huge bouquet of flowers. “Congratulations, dear,” she said. In Holland, when someone in the family had a birthday, everyone else got congratulated. It was a strange custom, but one she liked.

  Her father-in-law followed, carrying Keira in his arms, smiling as she pinched his nose. Amanda was next—well, really Rosa, who came charging into the room. Karen was close on their heels carrying a very large box.

  “I’ll put the flowers in some water,” Sophie said once everyone was greeted and seated. Michael followed her into the kitchen, cornering her at the counter.

  “It’s not too much, my family?” he said, kissing her,
placing one hand on her belly and rubbing. He kissed her. “I like your little pooch here,” he teased.

  “Ugh, don’t say that,” she said, allowing him to kiss her.

  “And you’re a little fuller here.” He cupped a breast.

  “Michael! Your whole family’s inside. What if someone walks in?”

  “Then they get an eyeful of me kissing my gorgeous wife,” he said, pulling her even more tightly into his embrace. “And I decided I can’t wait to tell them.”

  “Me either,” she said when he released her. “Here, help me put the glasses on the tray, I’ll bring the champagne.”

  They turned to find his mom walking toward them. She took one look at the couple, Michael with one hand stroking Sophie’s slightly swollen belly and she stopped, covering her hands with her mouth.

  “Again?” she asked after a few moments.

  Sophie nodded, happy tears filling her eyes as Michael stood back and watched, proud as ever.

  Grace didn’t have words; she simply came to them and hugged them both, crying. “Give me that tray, I’ll take it inside.”

  “Thanks,” Sophie said, handing over the tray Michael had just stacked. Her mother-in-law took the tray and, her eyes still teary, went back into the living room.

  “I think she’s happy,” Sophie said.

  “Me too. Are you happy?” he asked.

  She nodded and cried and he pulled her into his arms once more.

  The End

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