evade the blows.”
“I’m sorry!”
He paused, running a hand over her heated, scarlet bottom. “Are you truly sorry? Or do you only wish me to stop?”
“I... I...” She shuddered as he caressed her. “I don’t like to be punished.”
“But you admit you lied to me? That you twice defied my direct and very reasonable order to present yourself at dinner?”
“Yes, my lord. I did those things.” She gave a great sniffle and shifted on his lap.
“Do you wish to be released?”
“Yes,” she sobbed. “Yes, please.”
“
Yes, my lord
will suffice. And if I release you, will you take your spanking properly, and submit to what you deserve?”
She hesitated, then shifted again with a soft little moan. “Yes, my lord.”
He dropped the slipper on the floor. As spanking implements went, slippers packed a hefty sting and were always readily available. If he needed it again, it would be there, but Aurelia seemed prepared to dispense with the kicking and screaming.
He made a fuss of arranging her in the more traditional fashion, over both of his thighs, her hands and her feet resting on the floor. “You are not to kick and buck,” he said. “You must stay as you are positioned until I let you up.”
“Yes, my lord,” she said in a chastened whisper.
He resumed the spanking, delivering the same crisp smacks he’d begun with. He would not go easier on her now that he had her cooperation. He was not one to be manipulated by a woman’s tantrums and outbursts, although he had to admit she was taking a considerable punishment to her tender cheeks. He paused to massage her bottom, assessing the damage. Without intention, his finger slipped down within the crevice of her sex.
She tensed and pulled away, but not before he encountered a telltale wetness, a gathering of moisture at her private place. “Be still,” he said. She obeyed, but she whimpered as he probed there. Just a fingertip at first, then to his knuckle.
She was copiously wet.
“Enjoying this, are you?” he said under his breath. His little mouse, wet and aroused from a spanking. He could hardly believe it.
She ducked her head and he started spanking her again, only this time he stopped every few blows to slide his fingers through the evidence of her arousal. She drew herself up each time he did it.
“Please, my lord. Don’t.”
“Why not?” He slipped two fingers inside her. “It pleases me to do this. I believe it pleases you too.”
“It doesn’t. No!”
“What if I touched you here?” He slipped her own moisture down to the thrusting little nubbin of flesh at the apex of her sex.
She groaned in a kind of horror. He spanked her again,
whap, whap, whap
, and then returned to diddling his hapless wife. Perhaps it was cruel to do this, to confront her with this evidence of her own depraved longings, buried beneath years of lessons on virtue. She had cried before. Now she positively wept, but she kept her feet down and her hands in place as he spanked and molested her in turn.
At last, when her bottom was hot to the touch and pleasingly scarlet, he stopped his onslaught and let her up. He made her stand facing him, with her skirts drawn up over her punished arse cheeks.
“Look at me,” he said. “Tell me what you’ve learned.”
Her eyes were stormy, tearful gray, her delicate features flushed and damp. “I’m not to lie to you anymore, my lord. I’m to listen to you when you give me orders. I’m to come to dinner when I’m told and...and be good.”
“Have you learned anything about taking a proper punishment?”
“Yes.” She nodded and sniffled. “I’m not to resist you. I’m to submit to...”
“To your husband’s lawful guidance.”
“Yes.”
“You’ve been spanked once already for resisting me, haven’t you? And now again. If you persist in this behavior, my love, the punishments will worsen with each subsequent offense. I’ll use a switch, or a strap, or a cane if necessary to stop you doing
“I’m sorry!”
He paused, running a hand over her heated, scarlet bottom. “Are you truly sorry? Or do you only wish me to stop?”
“I... I...” She shuddered as he caressed her. “I don’t like to be punished.”
“But you admit you lied to me? That you twice defied my direct and very reasonable order to present yourself at dinner?”
“Yes, my lord. I did those things.” She gave a great sniffle and shifted on his lap.
“Do you wish to be released?”
“Yes,” she sobbed. “Yes, please.”
“
Yes, my lord
will suffice. And if I release you, will you take your spanking properly, and submit to what you deserve?”
She hesitated, then shifted again with a soft little moan. “Yes, my lord.”
He dropped the slipper on the floor. As spanking implements went, slippers packed a hefty sting and were always readily available. If he needed it again, it would be there, but Aurelia seemed prepared to dispense with the kicking and screaming.
He made a fuss of arranging her in the more traditional fashion, over both of his thighs, her hands and her feet resting on the floor. “You are not to kick and buck,” he said. “You must stay as you are positioned until I let you up.”
“Yes, my lord,” she said in a chastened whisper.
He resumed the spanking, delivering the same crisp smacks he’d begun with. He would not go easier on her now that he had her cooperation. He was not one to be manipulated by a woman’s tantrums and outbursts, although he had to admit she was taking a considerable punishment to her tender cheeks. He paused to massage her bottom, assessing the damage. Without intention, his finger slipped down within the crevice of her sex.
She tensed and pulled away, but not before he encountered a telltale wetness, a gathering of moisture at her private place. “Be still,” he said. She obeyed, but she whimpered as he probed there. Just a fingertip at first, then to his knuckle.
She was copiously wet.
“Enjoying this, are you?” he said under his breath. His little mouse, wet and aroused from a spanking. He could hardly believe it.
She ducked her head and he started spanking her again, only this time he stopped every few blows to slide his fingers through the evidence of her arousal. She drew herself up each time he did it.
“Please, my lord. Don’t.”
“Why not?” He slipped two fingers inside her. “It pleases me to do this. I believe it pleases you too.”
“It doesn’t. No!”
“What if I touched you here?” He slipped her own moisture down to the thrusting little nubbin of flesh at the apex of her sex.
She groaned in a kind of horror. He spanked her again,
whap, whap, whap
, and then returned to diddling his hapless wife. Perhaps it was cruel to do this, to confront her with this evidence of her own depraved longings, buried beneath years of lessons on virtue. She had cried before. Now she positively wept, but she kept her feet down and her hands in place as he spanked and molested her in turn.
At last, when her bottom was hot to the touch and pleasingly scarlet, he stopped his onslaught and let her up. He made her stand facing him, with her skirts drawn up over her punished arse cheeks.
“Look at me,” he said. “Tell me what you’ve learned.”
Her eyes were stormy, tearful gray, her delicate features flushed and damp. “I’m not to lie to you anymore, my lord. I’m to listen to you when you give me orders. I’m to come to dinner when I’m told and...and be good.”
“Have you learned anything about taking a proper punishment?”
“Yes.” She nodded and sniffled. “I’m not to resist you. I’m to submit to...”
“To your husband’s lawful guidance.”
“Yes.”
“You’ve been spanked once already for resisting me, haven’t you? And now again. If you persist in this behavior, my love, the punishments will worsen with each subsequent offense. I’ll use a switch, or a strap, or a cane if necessary to stop you doing
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