it. Do you want that?”
She shook her head. “No, my lord.”
“Go stand in the corner by the window for five minutes and think about the things we’ve discussed. Leave your skirt up over your bottom so you’ll feel the air on your punished cheeks as a reminder.”
She turned from him in misery and did as he bade her. It created powerful feelings in him, watching his wife walk to the corner and stand there, compliant, head bowed. He’d spanked countless women but never like this, never with real stakes and a real relationship of authority. His cock throbbed, stiff and thick, squeezed uncomfortably beneath the fitted fabric of his breeches.
He could, he realized in that moment, make her do anything. She’d had a frantic, pained reaction to her punishment, yes, but she’d had a sexual reaction too. Did she feel the same visceral arousal in submission that he felt in commanding her? If she did, she would hide it and deny it as long as he permitted her. It would take skill and patience to bring these submissive yearnings to full flower, especially in a timid creature like her.
But he could do it. Warren had been correct after all.
Aurelia shifted in the corner and made an anxious sound, as if, somehow, she’d been able to follow the direction of his thoughts. He loosened his falls and released his aching cock. He stroked it up and down, staring at his wife’s bottom framed by the fine yellow silk of her dress. He had to have her. He had to be inside her just as she was, with her skirts up and her face in full blush as she faced the wall.
He crossed to stand behind her. When she made as if to turn, he stopped her with a hand on her shoulder. “Don’t move. Stay as you are.”
She shuddered as he stroked her bottom, parting the reddened flesh and delving downward to fondle her hot quim. If anything she was wetter than before, even slicker with feminine lust. He ground his swollen organ against her backside.
“You’re learning, aren’t you?” he whispered against her ear. “You wish to be my obedient, virtuous wife.”
“I... I’m...”
He silenced her with a finger over her lips. “Don’t talk. Your five minutes aren’t up yet.”
His other hand probed her pussy, sliding through honeyed folds. He pushed his breeches down to his knees and pressed his cock to her wet opening from behind. She jerked as if startled.
“Hold your dress up,” he ordered. “Don’t let it go.”
He took her hips and pushed inside her. She was so tight, so inexpressibly satisfying to conquer. She gave a light, breathless whine as he stretched her open with his thick length. At the same time, he manipulated her most sensitive flesh, trying to bring her the same pleasure he felt. It wasn’t long before she melted against him. He clasped her tight, encircling her in his arms. He tipped her chin back and kissed her, once, twice.
She didn’t kiss him back. She seemed altogether lost in the moment, which wasn’t a bad thing.
“Does this feel good?” he asked quietly. “Do you like this?”
She shook her head, but it wasn’t much of a shake. It was a very weak denial.
“You mustn’t lie, remember,” he said, sliding a hand down to squeeze her still-heated arse. “If you lie, you’ll have to learn your lesson all over again, and I’m sure you wouldn’t like that. Answer me. Does this feel good?”
He stroked and teased her little button until she was practically dancing on her toes. “It feels g-good. Yes.”
That whispered admission resonated through his straining muscles straight to his balls and cock. He was going to bring her to climax, his glacial little dormouse, whether she wished it or not. He drove up inside her, stroking and urging her, using her breaths and shudders to judge how to touch her to bring her to her peak. Here his experience served him, for she was, like all women, easily manipulated with the right touches and the right words. He was slow and patient, studying her reactions and using
She shook her head. “No, my lord.”
“Go stand in the corner by the window for five minutes and think about the things we’ve discussed. Leave your skirt up over your bottom so you’ll feel the air on your punished cheeks as a reminder.”
She turned from him in misery and did as he bade her. It created powerful feelings in him, watching his wife walk to the corner and stand there, compliant, head bowed. He’d spanked countless women but never like this, never with real stakes and a real relationship of authority. His cock throbbed, stiff and thick, squeezed uncomfortably beneath the fitted fabric of his breeches.
He could, he realized in that moment, make her do anything. She’d had a frantic, pained reaction to her punishment, yes, but she’d had a sexual reaction too. Did she feel the same visceral arousal in submission that he felt in commanding her? If she did, she would hide it and deny it as long as he permitted her. It would take skill and patience to bring these submissive yearnings to full flower, especially in a timid creature like her.
But he could do it. Warren had been correct after all.
Aurelia shifted in the corner and made an anxious sound, as if, somehow, she’d been able to follow the direction of his thoughts. He loosened his falls and released his aching cock. He stroked it up and down, staring at his wife’s bottom framed by the fine yellow silk of her dress. He had to have her. He had to be inside her just as she was, with her skirts up and her face in full blush as she faced the wall.
He crossed to stand behind her. When she made as if to turn, he stopped her with a hand on her shoulder. “Don’t move. Stay as you are.”
She shuddered as he stroked her bottom, parting the reddened flesh and delving downward to fondle her hot quim. If anything she was wetter than before, even slicker with feminine lust. He ground his swollen organ against her backside.
“You’re learning, aren’t you?” he whispered against her ear. “You wish to be my obedient, virtuous wife.”
“I... I’m...”
He silenced her with a finger over her lips. “Don’t talk. Your five minutes aren’t up yet.”
His other hand probed her pussy, sliding through honeyed folds. He pushed his breeches down to his knees and pressed his cock to her wet opening from behind. She jerked as if startled.
“Hold your dress up,” he ordered. “Don’t let it go.”
He took her hips and pushed inside her. She was so tight, so inexpressibly satisfying to conquer. She gave a light, breathless whine as he stretched her open with his thick length. At the same time, he manipulated her most sensitive flesh, trying to bring her the same pleasure he felt. It wasn’t long before she melted against him. He clasped her tight, encircling her in his arms. He tipped her chin back and kissed her, once, twice.
She didn’t kiss him back. She seemed altogether lost in the moment, which wasn’t a bad thing.
“Does this feel good?” he asked quietly. “Do you like this?”
She shook her head, but it wasn’t much of a shake. It was a very weak denial.
“You mustn’t lie, remember,” he said, sliding a hand down to squeeze her still-heated arse. “If you lie, you’ll have to learn your lesson all over again, and I’m sure you wouldn’t like that. Answer me. Does this feel good?”
He stroked and teased her little button until she was practically dancing on her toes. “It feels g-good. Yes.”
That whispered admission resonated through his straining muscles straight to his balls and cock. He was going to bring her to climax, his glacial little dormouse, whether she wished it or not. He drove up inside her, stroking and urging her, using her breaths and shudders to judge how to touch her to bring her to her peak. Here his experience served him, for she was, like all women, easily manipulated with the right touches and the right words. He was slow and patient, studying her reactions and using
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