Page 18 of The Mrs. Clause
"Mm," I hummed, taking a step into the bedroom. "And what happens to naughty girls?"
She blinked slowly, her body beginning to move restlessly. "They're punished."
"Do you need to be punished, Collins?"
"Yes, sir."
"Roll over."
She rolled onto her stomach and I gently pulled her hands back, using the belt to bind them behind her. Satisfied that the belt was tight enough to keep her hands in place but not tight enough to hurt her too much, I leaned over her, allowing my clothes to drag across her bare skin as my lips found the shell of her ear.
"Gonna spank you now, baby. And you're gonna love it."
She squirmed, a hungry little noise escaping her throat.
I grinned, rocking back to sit on the bed, surveying her gorgeous rear. Running hands down her back, I trailed fingers across the globes of her ass, drawing out the moment, letting the anticipation build. With a rough movement I laid a quick tap to her right cheek, the movement designed to startle rather than hurt.
Pain and pleasure were a fine line, and I'd spent years thinking about moments like these, imagining all variety of scenarios. The reality was so much better than anything I could conceive. Previously, we'd only begun to scratch the surface of this aspect of our relationship. I wasn't about to ruin it by fucking this up.
Under me, Collins squirmed, the sharp tap sending her higher.
"One," she panted, her hips arching.
I gave her another tap, enjoying her groans, "two."
Every tap pushed her further, every spank making her wetter until her cream decorated her thighs.
"Please," she begged. "Please, Nick."
As much as I was dying to enter the wet heat of Collins’ pussy, I held strong and demanded more. Another tap, “three”.
Squirming again, Collins begged, her needy cries killing me.
“One more,” I grunted, my hand hovering above her ass.
For a breathless moment we were suspended in a pleasure-pain state of knowing it was about to come, wishing it wouldn't, while begging for it to occur.
I tapped her, the smack of her flesh as satisfying as the needy whimper she made as she called, "four."
Unable to contain myself, I ripped down my pants, tossed off my shirt, and covered her like a rutting bull. I guided my cock to her entrance, teasing us both for a moment then thrusting in. My cock slid through her silky depths, driving us both crazy as she clenched around my hard length with every thrust.
"That's it, take me, baby. Feel how big I am, this is your cock, Tesoro. All yours. Fuck it."
She exploded under me; her hands trapped between us. Her mouth, her fucking mouth, cursed me, praised me, begged me. Instead of easing my pace, I drove us higher, laying hard taps against her ass then running soothing hands over the sting.
Once, twice, three times and Collins exploded again. She shuddered, her body milking my cock and tipping me over. I came hard, fucking her through both our climaxes, needing to fuck her until we were both spent, needing her to lose all sense of self and yield to me.
We collapsed on the bed, a sweaty, gasping mess of limbs.
I rolled us, immediately reaching down to free her hands.
She lay still for a long moment, letting me run comforting hands over her back.
"I think you broke me," she croaked, still not moving. "I actually think my vagina is broken."
I grinned, inordinately pleased with her declaration.
"Don't you grin at me, Nicholas." She barked, still face down.
