Bound, Spanked and Loved: Fourteen Kinky Valentine's Day Stories

by Sierra Cartwright

  “Come for me now, Nora.” He released one of my hips to slap the underside of my left breast, and somehow this roughness, this extra twinge of pain, hurled me into the wondrous abyss of release. I came hard and felt the fullness of his huge cock and the plug in my bottom more acutely as my muscles contracted. Stars dotted my vision, and my head fell to the side as I rode out the pulsing remnants of my orgasm.

  Luke followed me soon after, pumping faster until he spurted his warm seed into my depths. He withdrew from me moments later, and I rested on my side, wishing he would remove the plug from my bottom. Now that I was coming down from the high of pleasure, the intrusion once again burned in my stretched hole. As if reading my mind, he grinned and tapped at the plug, making it wiggle in my backside.

  “Oh!”

  “I’ll remove it in a few moments. Stay here. I’ll be right back.”

  A few moments felt like a small eternity, but once Luke had finished cleaning up in the bathroom, he returned to remove the plug. He also pressed a warm, wet cloth to my center and gazed at me tenderly while he cleaned me up.

  He urged me to curl up next to him underneath the covers. I snuggled against him, the coarse hairs on his chest tickling my cheek. My cunny and bottom hole were both sore, but it was a good kind of sore. The kind of sore I wanted to experience again. Just not in the immediate future.

  I fell asleep in his arms and awoke an indiscernible time later to the rich aroma of oyster soup. My mouth started watering before my eyes opened.

  “Wake up, sleepyhead. It’s time for lunch. I had the cook prepare one of your favorites.”

  I sat up against the pillows and stretched my arms then blinked sleepily at Luke. “How did you know oyster soup was one of my favorites?”

  “Your stepfather told me a lot about you.” He placed the tray on my lap. “Eat and then we’ll get dressed and take a walk around the estate.”

  The prospect of exploring the outdoors, even if we didn’t leave his property, thrust me into full wakefulness. The soup was delicious, and I finished the entire bowl in a matter of minutes. Luke sat on his side of the bed with a tray piled with miniature turkey sandwiches and fruit. We shared our meal in cordial silence. Each time he caught me staring at him from the corner of my eye, I flushed and ducked my head.

  He was so gorgeous, I couldn’t help but stare. He hadn’t dressed yet and didn’t seem aware of his own nudity, though I spotted a robe lying across a chair near the door and supposed he’d donned it long enough to admit the maid with our lunch.

  We spent the rest of the day walking the vast grounds of his estate. Though located within Marystown, his land sprawled outside of the village, across fifty acres of countryside, most of which were fenced in. He kept dozens of horses, goats, chickens, and other livestock. There were two large barns inside the fences behind his mansion and two hotel-like structures that housed many of the servants and their families.

  His generosity toward his servants strengthened my growing belief that he possessed a good character. We knocked on the door of the larger of the two houses and checked on the other four girls he’d rescued from the slavers. They all hugged me and claimed they were well. On the way back to the mansion, I slipped my hand into Luke’s and leaned against his shoulder, my heart content.

  Life in Marystown wouldn’t be awful. Though still a stranger to me in many ways, Luke had a good heart, and I knew we’d get to know one another better in the coming weeks.

  As we reached the back steps of the mansion, he paused and placed his hands on my shoulders, giving me a serious look. “Until I decide you can be trusted, Nora, you are not permitted to leave the property. If you disobey, you will be punished. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  *****

  I clutched the coins I’d swiped from Luke’s study in my palm, careful not to drop them as I strode down the busy street. Today was Valentine’s Day, and though he hadn’t yet given me leave to go exploring in the village, I didn’t much have a choice if I wanted to surprise him. He had an important meeting with traders from Sharmon at his factory today. If I hurried to the greenhouse and back without making any extra stops, I would be home long before his return.

  The nearest greenhouses came into sight as I rounded a corner, and I quickened my pace and once more hoped they had roses, particularly red roses. The old magazines I’d read claimed red roses were the most romantic type of flower to give your sweetheart on Valentine’s Day. I’d found a beautiful vase in a storage room and planned to put the roses in the vase alongside a few sprigs of baby’s breath I’d removed from an arrangement of flowers in the parlor.

  To my delight, a kind elderly gentleman greeted me inside the greenhouse and showed me to a vast selection of roses. I chose a dozen red ones and was soon on my way home, hurrying through the streets with the afternoon sun warm on my back. Today was unusually warm, though Luke had recently commented he’d heard a big snowstorm was headed our way. It stunned me that Marystown was so sophisticated as to possess a weather tracking system, but he claimed the village hadn’t been caught by a surprise storm in years.

  Clutching the roses, I scrambled upstairs and into the master bedroom, heading straight for the vase I’d left on the windowsill next to the borrowed baby’s breath. After trimming the stems of the roses, I set about perfecting my arrangement, unable to keep the smile from my face. I felt positively giddy to be able to celebrate Valentine’s Day, and I hoped Luke appreciated my efforts.

  We’d gotten along well since our wedding day, and I anticipated the romantic evening I’d planned. The cook was preparing Luke’s favorite meal, and we were set to dine in our bedroom at a small table I’d had brought up.

  A private, romantic evening. Oh, it would be perfect. Perhaps next Valentine’s Day would be even more romantic. Perhaps in a year he would have grown to love me.

  I couldn’t honestly claim I loved him yet, but I liked him well enough, and I enjoyed spending time with him. Especially all our shared intimate moments. He’d made love to me at least twice a day since our wedding, and I’d be lying if I claimed I didn’t enjoy every moment of each deliciously rough session.

  Footsteps sounded on the stairs, startling me from my flower arranging. I stuck the last piece of baby’s breath into the vase and turned, waiting for the door to swing open. The servants who ventured upstairs typically walked with a lighter step, so I doubted it was one of the maids going about her business.

  It had to be Luke, and he’d arrived home much earlier than expected. I tried to calm my racing nerves with a few deep breaths, hoping he didn’t inquire how I’d come by the roses. I hadn’t exactly thought that part of my plan through yet, and now that I looked back on it, I realized I should’ve sent a servant to complete the errand in the first place. A tad late for that now.

  To my shock, I spotted a blast of red when the door opened. Luke walked in, carrying a bouquet of red flowers. Carnations. Another popular choice of flower for Valentine’s Day, if I remembered correctly. He also held a heart-shaped box.

  “Good afternoon, Nora.” He approached me and planted a quick kiss on my cheek before thrusting the bouquet and the box into my hands. A boyish grin lightened his features. “Happy Valentine’s Day, my wife.”

  “You-you know about Valentine’s Day?” Awestruck, I stared at him with wide eyes and then peered down at my gifts.

  “Hardly anyone celebrates it anymore, but, yes, I know all about the history of the holiday. My parents enjoyed observing all the ancient holidays, and growing up we’d all get flowers and boxes of candy on Valentine’s Day.”

  I opened the box and sampled one of the chocolates, moaning as it melted on my tongue. “Mm. I haven’t had chocolate in years. Gerrardsville rarely receives shipments of it.” I sniffed the carnations and sighed. “Thank you, Luke. You’re so thoughtful. Happy Valentine’s Day. By the way, I got you something, too. I arranged it myself.”

  “You got me something, too?” His gaze fell behind me as I s
tepped aside to reveal the vase of roses.

  “Of course I got you something. I’ve been planning it since my arrival in Marystown. When I saw the greenhouses, my first thought was whether or not they’d have roses. I’d read in an old magazine once that roses were the most romantic flower, however I think carnations are just as lovely. Oh, thank you, Luke.” I inhaled the fragrant scent of my flowers again and beamed at him, thinking today was our happiest day together yet.

  Or, at least, I believed so until a shadow fell over his face, his eyes darkening as a deep frown replaced his smile. My stomach flipped.

  Oh God, I was in trouble. In my excitement to give him the roses, I’d pretty much admitted to leaving the property. My bottom quivered, and I stepped back, still holding the bouquet and box of chocolates.

  “Did you leave the estate and walk to one of the greenhouses all by yourself, Nora?” he asked quietly.

  “Yes, sir, but I didn’t try to run away or anything, so I shouldn’t get in trouble for it.” I gestured at the vase of roses. “I’d recently studied Valentine’s Day and thought it would bring us closer if I got you a present of some sort.”

  “How did you pay for them? Please tell me you didn’t steal them, Nora.”

  I felt all the blood drain from my face, and I set his gifts down on the windowsill next to the vase. My hands shook as I meet his hard gaze. “No, I would never steal anything, but I didn’t have any money of my own, so I swiped a few coins from the desk in your study.”

  He relaxed slightly at this. “Good. I had planned to give you a generous allowance once I was certain you wouldn’t attempt escape. What’s mine is yours, and I care not about the coins you took, but I do care that you disobeyed me. I’m touched that you got me flowers, and I thank you for the thoughtful gift, Nora, but, little girl, you did not have permission to leave our property yet. What did I say would happen if you disobeyed me in this?”

  “You said I would be punished.” I crossed my arms and glowered at him. “But I came back home, didn’t I? I could’ve disappeared down any street and hidden from you, or I could’ve left the village entirely, even taken one of the horses and ridden hard for Gerrardsville. But I didn’t. I came back because I’ve decided to take our vows seriously and I happen to like you!” I almost stomped my foot. Yes, I realized we’d only been married a short while, but it irked me that he still distrusted me.

  How long did he plan to hold me prisoner at his estate? Weeks? Months? A year or more?

  He removed his jacket and started rolling up his sleeves. I tried to slip around him and reach the door, but he caught me around the waist and dragged me to the bed. No amount of struggling fazed him, and I soon found myself bottom up over his knee with my wrists secured at the small of my back, just like the one and only time he’d spanked me, on the night before our wedding.

  “Nora, you will settle down this instant. You know you were naughty, and I fully intend to redden your bottom. What if I’d come home earlier and found you missing? I would have assumed you’d run away again. Did you bother telling one of the staff where you were headed?”

  In my anger, I blurted, “No, I didn’t. I waited for the butler to be distracted then snuck out.”

  His deep sigh didn’t bode well for my backside. I knew I was in for it. I’d disobeyed him, and now I was foolishly mouthing off.

  “Nora, if you would’ve asked for permission to leave the property today in order to run a personal errand, I would probably have allowed it. But you didn’t bother asking, did you?” He lifted my skirts and rubbed my bare bottom. “We will discuss the specifics of your comings and goings from the estate later this evening, but I am a man of my word, and right now I have no choice but to punish you.”

  “It’s not fair. I wanted to surprise you. I wanted you to know...wanted you to know...” I sniffled and damned the tears brimming in my eyes.

  “You wanted me to know what?” he asked gently. His warm hand roved up and down my bottom cheeks, caressing and squeezing.

  By now, my stupid tears were streaming down my face. Not that he could see. My shoulders heaved, and I turned my head to the side, feeling vulnerable over the confession I was about to make. “I wanted you to know that I am coming to care for you. That I honestly believe I will wake up one day and realize I’ve fallen in love with you.”

  “Nora.” His voice sounded strained, and he turned me over and kissed my forehead. “You’re a sweet girl, and I am grateful you are my wife. Do you want to know why your stepfather arranged our marriage? God, I should have told you by now.”

  “Why?”

  “I’d been set to marry a woman several years ago, but she skipped town with another man two days before our wedding.”

  Guilt assailed me. I straightened and cupped his face. “Oh, Luke. I’m so sorry. God, I did the same thing to you. I mean, disappearing before our wedding. I feel awful.”

  “I already forgave you for that, little one. Besides, your reasons for running off were much different than hers. She led me on and got me to give her family large sums of money, only to run off with her secret lover and all the money that had been intended to help her family.” He stroked my hair and continued. “On the night of our wedding, I went to a bar and ended up meeting your stepfather. He was the only man in the bar who didn’t know why I was so down, and the whole time he talked about his family. Your mother. You and your stepsisters. He showed me a tiny painting of you that he kept in his pocket, and the moment I saw it, I got a feeling.”

  “A feeling?”

  “Your blue eyes called to me. The sweet expression on your face, the slight smile and your pretty auburn waves. I felt at peace when I looked upon your painting. Then, to make a long story short, after your father and I began doing business together, once he mentioned that he was looking for a suitor for his stepdaughter, I asked for your hand in marriage.”

  “I had a traveling painter make the miniature as a Christmas present one year.” I peered into his gentle gaze and sank further into his arms.

  “It was a lovely painting, however, you are much more beautiful in person, Nora.”

  I flushed. “Thank you, Luke, and thank you for finally telling me of your history and how our marriage came to be arranged. I worried you had a more ominous reason for not already having taken a wife.”

  He held me as the sun dimmed, the room darkening slowly as another day drew to a close. His arms were my refuge from the world, the steady beating of his heart my home.

  “I would never run from you again, Luke. I swear it.”

  “I believe you, Nora,” he murmured at my ear. “Still, you disobeyed me, and I must see to your discipline now.”

  I hadn’t believed he would excuse me from the punishment I’d earned, and I didn’t protest as he turned me back over his knee, once again securing my wrists. Pulling my skirts up and baring my bottom, he set about spanking me with rapid, hard swats that soon brought tears to my eyes.

  “You will follow my rules, little one, even when you don’t agree with them.” Smack smack smack. “You will talk with me if you don’t agree with a rule, rather than going behind my back to break it.” Smack smack smack.

  His scolding deepened the shame I felt over displeasing him. Even when he landed sharp blows to my tender upper thighs, I remained as still as possible, accepting my chastisement and aching for his forgiveness. He stopped spanking sooner than I expected, but his purpose became clear when he next spoke.

  “Get up and bend over the bed, Nora. You’ll be getting my cock in your bottom hole. I want to make sure you think twice before you disobey me again,” he said in a gentle, patient tone. “We live in a dangerous world, and while Marystown is safer than most villages, there are still dangers here sometimes. If you don’t respect my authority and follow my guidance, it will be more difficult for me to keep you safe.”

  I gulped and moved into position, bending over the bed and spreading my legs slightly as I raised my backside, offering him my ass even as I trembled
and feared his hugeness might not fit into my snug hole.

  “Reach back and pull your bottom apart. Show me that naughty hole I’m about to punish.”

  My face flaming, I reached around and drew my cheeks apart. Heated desire had my pussy clenching, and arousal trickled down my inner thigh.

  “Look at that naughty, pink puckered hole of yours, little one.” He placed a hand on my lower back and trickled something cool down my crevice. The lubrication. I shuddered and struggled to remain in position, holding my backside wide open to his attentions. “Someone’s about to get a big cock shoved in her naughty hole, isn’t she, Nora?”

  “Yes, sir.” I was panting hard and impossibly turned on by his highhandedness and crass words.

  He rubbed the cool ointment around my entrance, and, strangely, his touch relaxed me. I trusted him not to really hurt me, and I’d been thinking about this moment since he’d threatened me with anal punishment.

  “Take a deep breath and hold it in, little one. Good girl. Now,” he said, pressing the head of his cock inside, stretching me wider than the plug had, “close your eyes and exhale.”

  The moment I obeyed, he pushed inside the rest of the way. I cried out and attempted to stand up, but he grasped my hips and withdrew from my passage only to thrust deeper. This stilled my movements, and I clutched at the covers for support. With each rapid drive into my ass, my toes lifted off the floor.

  “Are you going to be a good girl from now on, Nora?”

  “Oh! Yes, sir!”

  “Ask me to come in your naughty hole.” His palm cracked across my right cheek.

  “Please, wi-will you come in m-my na-naughty hole?”

  A growl rumbled from him, and his pumping increased until I felt the warmth of his seed spurting into my tightness. I expected him to withdraw from me at once, but he instead reached around and swirled a finger over my throbbing clit.

  Vibrant colors exploded behind my eyelids. I gyrated my hips and rode the dizzying waves of ecstasy, pressing myself against him as heated spasm after heated spasm rippled through me.