He hadn’t done that before.
His palm glided over my bare bottom, exploring my naked flesh with his rough hand.
“Three things are going to happen. First, you’re going to spend some time over my knee getting your pretty bottom spanked bright red for not following my instructions,” he began, and his fingers slipped between my thighs. He captured my clit within two fingers, and I gasped.
“After that, you’re going to lie across the bed and I’d going to whip that bare little bottom with the belt you chose for me. It’s going to hurt, kitten, and you’re probably going to cry, but I think you need that, don’t you?”
“Yes, sir,” I moaned, both afraid and entirely too aroused. I knew he was right. I needed this. Not with anyone else. I needed this with him.
“When I’ve decided your backside is marked enough from my belt, you will ask me to finish your punishment with my cock in your tight little bottom hole,” he finished, and I shivered hard. “Since you’ve seen such a good girl this morning though, I will help prepare you.” He leaned over and reached into the drawer of the nightstand next to the bed with me still over his lap.
“Prepare me?” I whispered.
With one hand, he spread my bottom cheeks wide and a cool object slid across the bare wetness of my pussy.
“I got you a gift as well, my pretty bride,” he murmured as he pushed it into my pussy and thoroughly coated it with my wetness. He pressed the firm metal tip against my asshole and started to push it inside me.
“What is it?” I squeaked.
“It’s a plug for your little bottom. I’m starting with the smallest size. Before your belting, I will insert the medium size into your naughty hole and after you’re thoroughly marked, I will replace the plug with my cock,” he answered.
I keened as he pushed that small plug inside me. Even though he’d told me it was the smallest, it still felt deceptively large. I tried to relax and let it in, but my body refused and clenched down tight instead. I cried out as he pushed it roughly inside me, feeling as though a rubber band of pain had snapped. The burn raced up and down my spine, but in a moment or two, it faded to a more manageable simmer.
The plug felt too big and entirely too foreign inside me, but when his fingers returned to my clit, I moaned as an impossibly strong jolt of desire raced through me.
“You look so beautiful with the purple jewel peeking out from in between your bottom cheeks,” he murmured, and I mewled with heated embarrassment. It felt decadently naughty to be over his knee and have him looking at me like this. When his fingers finally pulled away from my needy pussy, I whined softly.
“Are you ready for your husband to punish you, my sweet bride?” he asked as he cupped my ass in his palm.
“Yes, sir,” I whimpered.
“Good girl,” he said, and my heart fluttered just as his hand spanked my bottom for the first time. It was sharp and hot and by the time the second one fell, I realized that he’d never used his full strength to punish me this way before. I squeaked in surprise as his hand really started to rain down on my backside. I understood why he’d pinned my legs now because as the spanking continued, all I wanted to do was kick and squirm my way off his lap so I could escape the punishing bite of his palm.
I tried to clench my bottom so that it hurt less, but that only resulted in my muscles tightening around the plug and renewing the aching burn its insertion had left behind.
I tried to take it gracefully, but it was hard. I recited the reasons I’d earned this punishment over his knee and even so, the spanking was far harder than I was prepared to take. I didn’t even try to stay quiet, because it was a lost cause from the very start.
He spanked all over my bottom and when that felt thoroughly scalded, he turned his attention to my thighs. The first time he smacked the back of my legs, I cried out in alarm, but that didn’t slow him down. Those were the worst because the sting was that much sharper than all the rest and I clutched at the quilt beneath me as I tried to cope with the scalding hot burn.
“Oh, please!” I begged.
“Kitten,” he scolded. “I’ve only just begun.”
Every word was the truth, because then the spanking just got harder and faster. In my panic, a keening cry escaped me. All of the gentleness he’d shown me last night and this morning was gone. Now he was a man intent on teaching me a lesson and a painful one at that.
My bottom hole ached, and my backside felt like he’d branded it with his palm. He didn’t stop spanking me for even a moment and I cried out in panic, but at the same time my pussy throbbed to life.
Even though I was pinned over his thigh for a hard punishment, my needy little clit had a very different idea. My inner walls were fluttering with excitement and just when the spanking reached an agonizing crescendo, my arousal reared its greedy head. I moaned and it sounded too much like I was enjoying this far more than I was.
Grayson clutched my hip and pinned me to his thigh. A nervous jitter passed through me, and he started spanking my thighs exclusively.
“Please! Please! I’m sorry, sir!” I exclaimed.
“I know, my sweet bride,” he answered.
“I can’t take any more,” I cried.
“It’s not up to you, kitten. You’re in for a hard punishment, aren’t you?”