Page 5 of The Taking of House Westwood

Her bound hands twisted, perched atop her back. Her buttocks cringed as he raised the leather.

CRACK

Her flesh shivered at the stroke, a bright blotch deepening quickly. He laid the next strike along the outside of her buttock, almost around the hip. She yelped as the flexible leather bit.

“Do you need a gag?”

She shook her head. “No, Sir.”

“Then try to keep quiet, girl.”

The blows cracked down at a leisurely pace, the girl’s flesh quickly blushing a deeper and deeper pink. When her cheeks flushed a pleasing shade, he paused to feel the heat radiating off of punished skin. The girl wept softly as he lay the cool of the back of his hand against her burning bottom.

“So beautiful,” he murmured, once again thankful Captain Lawrence’s eye for assessing female flesh was so keen. He took up the leather paddle once more, tapping the crease between buttock and thigh. She tensed, inhaling sharply.

The paddling began anew, the pace slower, letting her feel the full effect of each stroke. But rather than enjoying the sound of her cries, and the shiver of her flesh at each impact, his thoughts wandered. The paddle he was using to punish the impudent cheeks of the lovely maid, was the same one his Miriam used to bring to him. She would lay it on the sheets, and fold herself over the side of the bed, her gorgeous bottom waving in the air. Her paddlings had never lasted long though, his urge to fuck the bewitching woman undoing him all too soon. It had been too long since those days, and he wanted them back again.

He finished with a flurry of hard strokes, the girl crying out at each crack of leather on tormented flesh. Her bottom glowed a fiery red, blotched here and there with darker purpling marks.

Finally staying his arm, he dropped the paddle to the sheets. He rose to his knees beside her, his jutting cock rubbing against her trembling thigh. With a gentle hand he caressed the heated flesh of the girl’s buttocks. She hissed and whimpered as his fingers traced the swelling welts.

“It’s all right, girl. It’s all over now,” he whispered. “You were very brave, very obedient.”

He combed his fingers through the heavy weight of her blonde hair, appreciating the contrast of the straw color against the deep tan of his calloused hands. He pressed gentle kisses to the nape of her neck, between her shoulder blades. She sniffled as his fingers traced her ribs, felt the smooth muscles along her spine.

He moved behind her, the heavy head of his cock moving across the inflamed flesh of her sore ass. She tensed when he laid the thick cock in the crevice of her buttocks. He luxuriated in the feel of her flesh trembling around him.

“Ask me for it,” he growled, his hand grasping her hip.

“Please, Sir. F-fuck me.”

He slapped the heavy cock between her cheeks a few times, then aimed lower, slipping into her, his advance slow, deliberate. She exhaled a long breath as he sheathed himself fully within the close clutch of her pussy. His hips felt cool against the burning skin of her punished bottom. He stayed still a moment, deep within her, her wide hips clasped in the firm grip of his big hands.

Her hips moved slightly, a subtle rotation. He pulled back, leaving just the broad head of his cock between her plump labia, and smacked her ass. “You know better than that. Be a good girl, or I’ll need to paddle this little bottom some more.” He pinched the flesh of her buttock and she hissed.

“Well?” He raised his hand again.

“I’m sorry, Sir,” she whispered, her voice trembling.

His hand lowered, caressing the martyred flesh. “I know you’re trying, dove. Remember your training, and we won’t have to punish you further.”

“Yes, Sir,” she said, inhaling deeply.

He lunged forward again, her surprised grunt making him smile. He took up a steady, deep thrusting, his hips pounding against her punished flesh. Her body rocked and shuddered, her hips held fast to him in his iron grip. He pulled out occasionally to run the broad head up and down between the soft, wet lips before plunging deep once more. His strokes grew rougher, and he smacked her burning bottom a few more times solely for his pleasure. He could feel her hips trying to move against the tight grip of his hands, and she voiced a panting grunt each time his hips slammed against her.

“Oh – oh, Sir! Please.” Her small voice was almost lost against the loud sounds of the slapping of his hips against her.

He shook his head. “Not quite yet, I think.”

Her voice was a surprised sigh, as he slipped from her wet slit.

“As much as I don’t want to leave that wet pussy of yours, I think I need something else.” He watched her blush spread to the roots of her hair.

He reached between her legs, finding her clit. She was blessed with a prominent bud, and he pushed the hood back so that he could touch it directly. She sighed as he rubbed it in slow circles, running a finger through the slick folds of her slit. He smiled, noting how wet her sex had become.

“Someone liked her spanking, I see. Well, you’ll be getting a lot more of this where we’re going my dear, so never fear.”

He rubbed at her clit harder, pushing two fingers deep into her sex. He pumped her vigorously until she was panting once more, her hips waving in the air.

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