At Her Husband's Command by Lily Harlem

lap.” He rubbed his hands together. “Now.”
    She rushed to do as he’d asked, her arse tingling already. It was still smarting from earlier, the skin still hot, but he’d show no mercy for that. She’d been a bad submissive and now she’d pay the price.
    He scooped her hair into a ponytail and settled her so her breasts were comfortable on the cushions and her buttocks in the right position. “You’re still sore from the board?” He ran his hand over her arse cheeks.
    “Yes, Sir.”
    “You know I won’t take that into consideration. Your crime doesn’t deserve that.”
    “I know, Sir.”
    He hit down, hard. One strike on each buttock.
    Melody cried out. She hadn’t expected him to start so soon.
    “Say it again…”
    “What?” She screwed up her eyes as white-hot pain darted across her skin.
    “That I love you.”
    “I know you love me, Sir.”
    “And do you love me?”
    “Yes, you know I do. More than life itself.”
    Another hit, then another. More than she could count. She writhed and wriggled. He didn’t let up. He kept a firm hold of her hair and when she started to slip toward his knees, he dragged her back onto his lap. “Take it. Take it all.”
    “Oh, God, Sir, please…”
    “We’ll beat that goddamn monster out of you.”
    The pain was a blur, each slap coming hard and fast, over her arse and the tops of her thighs, which hurt like hell.
    She wanted to cry and wail. But part of her wanted to take her punishment bravely. She’d upset her master, her lover, her husband and so she should pay the price. Perhaps he’d be proud of her if she did.
    On and on he went. She bucked away from the pain. Her pussy wept, the way it always did during a spanking. Her skin was hot and cold, goosebumps attacked her.
    She stared straight ahead, numbness setting in; his hold on her hair had made her scalp burn. She stopped thrashing and twisting, and allowed the heat of his palms to scare that monster away. This was how much he loved her. This spanking, which was off the scale intense, was letting her know how deep his passion and adoration of her went.
    Suddenly he stopped.
    She blew out a breath she hadn’t even known she’d been holding.
    Dizzy and panting, she turned to look at him. But she’d barely glanced at his face and he was over her, his chest pressed to her back as he pushed her into the sofa’s soft cushions.
    His cock was at her pussy.
    In one fast lunge he entered her. “Ah, fuck, yeah…” He settled his mouth at her ear. “You feel that?”
    “Yes, oh… yes.”
    “That’s only for you. I’ll only ever love you, want to fuck you. Only… you…”
    “Yes… Sir.”
    “You have to believe me.”
    “I do. I do.” She strained to connect her lips to his.
    He slicked his tongue into her mouth.
    “Don’t cry,” he said.
    “I’m not.” But she was. Her cheeks were wet with tears, her throat tight.
    “Melody.” He withdrew, pushed back in, his body scraping against her poor abused buttocks. “Don’t cry. There’s only joy between us.”
    “I know. And I’m so sorry I doubted that.” She braced for his next powerful lunge into her.
    “But you won’t again.”
    “No, never. I promise.”
    “Good, because if you do, you’ll find out that spanking was just a warm-up.”
    He set up a wild, animalistic rhythm. Pulling out, pounding in.
    Melody let him rule her body. A climax was building. One that was deep and powerful and would well and truly chase her demons away. A love as strong and solid as hers and Ivor’s couldn’t be cracked. Its foundations wouldn’t be rocked by kink and games and other couples. They were meant to be. Compatible beyond anything she could ever have imagined.
    As they climaxed together, his roar of release mixing with her cry of pleasure, Melody knew that she’d never doubt her master again. He belonged to her as much as she belonged to him.
     
     
    The End

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