He had a feeling she knew exactly what he meant, but he was willing to play along. “When was the last time I spanked you, little one?”
“Not that long ago.”
Two quick, crisp swats to her backside had pink blooming on the pale skin and his girl gasping in surprise. “What happens to liars, little girl?”
“Th-they get spanked. With the paddle.”
“And do you want to get your pretty little bottom paddled tonight?”
“No, Daddy.”
He couldn’t help but smile at the vehemence in her voice. She might have been pushing for a spanking all day, but she hated the paddle. “Then answer my question. When was the last time I spanked you?”
“Six weeks ago. Plus or minus a day or two. It was when I got that fine for speeding again.”
Ah, yes. Not only had he whipped her bottom raw, he hadn’t let her come for a week. Since she hadn’t been caught speeding since, he assumed the punishment had been effective. “Then it sounds like you’re rather overdue, doesn’t it?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
Because she wasn’t looking at him, he let his eyebrows lift in surprise at her easy acquiescence. Obviously, he really had been neglecting her if she capitulated so quickly. “There’s something else I’ve neglected to do, bambolina.”
“What?”
He tapped the bottom of the plug, making her gasp and squirm again. “I wanted to wait, give you time to get settled into your new life. And then… well, life got in the way, I suppose. But I’ve never fully made you mine, have I?”
“N-no, Daddy.”
“Well, we’ll change that tonight.”
No answer, but he hadn’t really expected one. Whenever he’d casually mentioned it in the past, she’d blushed adorably and quickly changed the subject. He hadn’t wanted to push the issue, but obviously he’d made a mistake letting it go so long.
Stepping back from the bed, he unbuckled his belt and slowly pulled the leather from the loops on his dress slacks. Diana — because she would forever be Diana in his mind — turned her head to watch as he folded the belt in half.
“I’m going to whip your bottom, little one. And when it’s properly sore and welted, I’m going to fuck your virgin little bottom hole. Not because you’ve been naughty, but because you’re mine and I want to. Do you understand?”
Naked need filled her eyes. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Good girl.”
Since she hadn’t been naughty at all, he took the time to warm her up properly with his hand, turning her bottom a nice, soft pink all over. When the skin was warm to the touch and she’d all but melted into the mattress, he switched the belt to his right hand and snapped it across her bottom.
She squealed and kicked her feet against the mattress, but didn’t move from her position. A perfect line of red appeared on her skin, and he ran his fingers over the welt before laying down the next.
He gave her a dozen in all, reducing her to a whimpering, begging mess by the time he was done. Her ass and the tops of her thighs were striped with the marks from his belt, and he couldn’t seem to get the rest of his clothes off fast enough. Pulling the plug from her bottom, he stepped away long enough to place it on the bathroom sink to be washed later before he returned to kneel behind her.
When she spread for him, the evidence of her arousal coated the inside of her thighs and he grinned at the sight. Slathering his cock with the lubricant he’d had stashed in his pants pocket, he lined the head up with the winking little star of her anus and pushed inside.
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Full. Oh, god, how had she not known she could feel so full? Even the largest plug they had couldn’t measure up to her husband’s length as he pushed his way inside of her. Especially since there was no spot where his cock narrowed, like a plug did. No relief, no reprieve, only him, stretching and filling her in ways she’d never imagined.
“Such a good little doll, taking all of Daddy’s cock in her bottom,” he crooned as he sank a little further into her. “That’s it, baby. We’re almost there.”
With a few more rocking thrusts, he was fully seated inside of her, and she whimpered as her body adjusted to the feeling. And just when she felt her muscles relax, as if welcoming him in, he began to move. Fucking her in the filthiest, most erotic, primal way.
“Mine, Diana. Rosemary.” His voice was thick with emotion and she felt her own chest constrict in response. “Whatever you call yourself, you will always be mine, do you understand me?”
“Yes, Daddy. Yours. Always.”
As his movements became more frantic, making the inside of her bottom feel as raw and abused as the outside, his clever fingers found the spot where she ached for him and she cried out at his touch.
An avalanche of sensation crashed down on her as he fucked her and stroked her toward that bright, shining, wonderful release. And when she came, she came screaming for him, just as the sound of her name filled the room around him as he emptied himself inside her aching bottom.
She was vaguely aware of him cleaning them up, gentle hands wiping the mixture of his cum and her own arousal from her skin as she floated.
“I love you, Diana. If you ever doubt it again, I will be all too happy to remind you.”
Grinning into the darkness, she couldn’t help but think she may need to be reminded on a fairly regular basis.
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