Page 79 of His to Take

“A hard spanking?”

“Yes, sir,” I whispered fearfully.

“A spanking meant to punish you and teach you to obey your husband?”

“Yes, sir,” I wailed.

“Go into the bathroom and fetch the hairbrush for me. Bring it back and ask me for your punishment, my naughty, defiant girl.”

My stomach spiraled with fear. I lifted my gaze to his, but there was no room for negotiation anywhere to be seen. There was noother defense I could possibly think of to maneuver my way out of this.

I knew exactly what was going to happen: I was going to go get my hairbrush so that he could put me over his knee for a punishment spanking.

Time seemed to slow as I padded away into the bathroom. I picked up the hairbrush, noticing for the first time the wooden back and the weight of it. It was heavy.

That probably meant that it was going to hurt.

Before I knew it, I was back in front of him. He held out his palm and I passed him the brush. He put it aside and grasped my wrist, gently pulling me forward over one knee. He pinned both my legs with his right, which made the nervous energy pumping through me surge. There was no way to escape what was about to happen.

He would make certain of that.

His hand smoothed over my bare bottom, caressing it softly. I relaxed just the slightest bit, curling around him as his other hand grasped my hip.

“I’m sorry, sir,” I mumbled.

“I know, precious little girl.”

“Will you forgive me?” I asked, feeling myself begin to panic a little knowing what was coming.

“I forgave you before I even hung up the call, even knowing you would disobey me, my love,” he answered matter-of-factly.

My heart skipped a beat, swelling with feeling despite the situation I currently found myself in. His hand smoothed over my bare cheeks again, and I bit my lip, before I spoke once more.

“Please punish me. I need you to, sir,” I whispered.

“I know, sweet girl. I’ll always take care of you. By the time this is over, there will be no doubt of that in your head ever again,” he proclaimed.

My pussy clenched tight.

His hand left my bottom, coming down hard from the start. I told myself that I would stay quiet, that I would take this spanking with dignity because I had more than earned it.

But it was foolish to even try.

By the fifth smack, I whimpered. By the tenth, I was crying out. He spanked all over my bottom for a good long while, from the tops of my cheeks down my thighs to my knees, taking special care to redden the tops. Those swats stung the most, my cries a clear testament to that. My bottom was already on fire, and I knew this was just the beginning.

He reached over me, and I lifted my head, watching as his hand wound around the handle of the hairbrush. A fresh wave of panic welled inside me, and I started to beg.

“Please, sir. I’ve learned my lesson,” I pleaded. He paused and my heart leapt. Maybe it had worked, but when he cleared his throat, I knew immediately that it hadn’t.

“Little girl,” he remonstrated, his voice so firm that my lips shut in an instant.

I felt so small just then. I whimpered when the cool flat of the brush pressed against my bare burning cheeks.

“The last time I punished you for defiance, you were simply under my protection. Now, you’re my wife. Not only are you mine to care for, but you’re mine to punish too,” he continued.

He tapped the wooden brush against my ass. It was light, but there was a slight sting to it that warned me just how much the next part was going to hurt.

“I’m sorry,” I tried again.

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