Page 37 of Forbidden Vows

I land another smack. “And who will take care of you while you’re here?”

“You, sir.”

I alternate cheek and center, each spank punctuated by a new rule, each rule sealed by her enticing words of, “Yes, sir.” My arousal coils tighter with every spank. My cock is straining against her belly, and I shift my hips, grinding it against her soft warmth with a growl. “And no more little notebook. You’re my guest. I’ll be paying.” I add a bit of Italian mafioso for her thrill, “Capish?”

“Yes, sir.”

“And you’re going to be a good girl and do as I say?”

“Yes, sir.”

“And who’s going to punish you when you’re bad?” I ask, aiming a sharp smack at the center of her right cheek.

She sucks in air, her hips twisting away instinctively. “Ooh—you are!”

“Sir.” Two quick spanks land in succession, making her quiver on my lap. She tries to wriggle free, her movements massaging my desperate cock. She’s not going anywhere. I curl my arm around her waist, holding her firm. “Naughty girl, wiggling all over my lap. Do I need to take my belt to your pretty pink bottom?”

She freezes, her breath catching. “No, sir! I’ll stay right here.”

I proceed, cheek, center, cheek—each spank a fiery punctuation mark as I recite another rule. Her skin flushes deeper, the sound of her soft squeaks and the sound of her spanking echoing through the room. And all the while, her sweet voice keeps whispering those delicious words: “Yes, sir.”

“Let me see how pink and warm your pretty bottom is now.” I smooth a hand over her spanked ass. She moans, leaning against my hand. I slip my hand between her thighs, pushing her legs apart. “Now, spread your legs.”

“Yes, sir.” Feeling the pressure from my hand to part them further, she complies, widening her legs. I can see her glistening pussy, so wet for me already, nestled between the pink cheeks of her round ass. The musky scent of her arousal reaches me, and the desire to bend her over this bed is almost too great to resist.

But I’ve long waited to have Cleo in my house again. I’m taking my time.

“Let’s see how wet you are for me, baby.” I push one finger inside her.

She moans again, lying limp over my lap, enjoying theshameful intrusion. I swirl my finger in her, making herhips roll. “So wet.” I gather her arousal on my fingertip. When I pull it back out, she whimpers in displeasure.

“More?” I tease.

“Yes, sir. Please.”

I push two thick fingers into her pussy. “You’re so tight, baby. And your pussy smells so good. I want to eat you and fuck you at the same time.” She gasps as I fuck her with my fingers, pushing them in and out in rhythm with her body. Soon, she’s bucking over my lap, panting and begging for an orgasm.

"Please don't stop. Please don't stop!" she cries, her body tensing as she nears the edge.

Just as she's about to climax, I pull my fingers from her. Her head snaps over her shoulder, eyes wide with disbelief.

"What? Nooo!" she protests.

"Patience, baby," I chide, my fingers glistening with her arousal. I surprise her by sliding my lubed fingers up to her anus, the tight pucker of her ass.

"Oh, please, don’t!" she cries out, but her bottom pushes up higher in the air, silently begging for my attention. I press one fingertip past the tight ring of muscles, into her bottom. "That feels...oh...it..."

I press further until she gasps. "Tell me how it feels, baby."

"Oh, my! It feels so strange, but I...I kind of like it," she admits, her voice barely a whisper.

I chuckle, relishing the fact that she enjoys anal play. "All the wives do," I assure her.

"They...do?" She gasps in surprise. "Do all the ladies' husbands do...this to them?"

“Yes.” I slip my finger from her bottom. “But now I want to reward you for being such a good girl during your spanking.”

I slide my hands back to her hips, shifting her off my lap and onto the bed. “Take off that shirt,” I command, stripping my own clothing off. She obeys, sitting on my bed naked with flushed cheeks and desire in her eyes. I kneel before her, running my hands up her thighs, feeling her tremble beneath my touch.

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