Page 17 of Desire and Discipline
“Good job,” she said, her gaze traveling over Joseph’s backside. There was nothing desirous or covetous in her expression. It was decidedly clinical, which eased Priscilla even more. She was judging Priscilla’s handiwork, not Joseph’s buttock, and she did not appear to have any desire to touch the way Priscilla did. “Call on me this week for tea, and we can discuss things further.” It was clear that direction was for Priscilla alone. Then Catherine leaned in, speaking low enough that only Priscilla would be able to hear. “Remember, not all punishment need be administered by hand… keep him waiting.”
Oh…
Oh.
Priscilla pressed her thighs together as what Catherine was suggesting hit her. While it was clear Joseph and Catherine’s… relations had been chaste, Priscilla had no such need.
Watching Priscilla’s expression change, Catherine nodded in satisfaction, her tone returning to normal.
“Tea. This week. Do not forget.”
“I will not.” Priscilla had a multitude of questions she would like answered. While she knew her friends would attempt to do so, none of them were in her particular position. All of them enjoyed being spanked by their husbands, not the other way around.
She certainly could not imagine asking Elijah or Anthony for advice. Perhaps Nathan or Rex… but no. None of the men. She had grown comfortable enough with the way the other ladies talked to each other, but she could not imagine opening up to their husbands. She doubted Joseph would thank her for it, either.
Catherine was her best resource, even though it might be awkward at first.
“I will see you then.” As Catherine swished away to the door, Priscilla finally remembered her manners.
“Thank you,” she called after the other lady, who waved her hand over her shoulder before exiting the room. The door closed behind her with finality, leaving Priscilla with her husband, still bent over the arm of the couch, his reddened buttocks displayed toward her.
Right.
What now?
Taking a deep breath, Priscilla turned to look at him. It all depended on what she wanted, did it not?
“Stand up, Joseph,” she commanded firmly. Every time she issued an order, it felt less strange and more natural, especially when he obeyed with alacrity. Of course, she had not been thinking about the fact he had bared his buttocks, which meant the very little remaining clothing he was wearing fell to the floor when he stood.
His eyes were full of conflicted hunger, but his cock was pointing directly at her, hard and red and eager.
Keep him waiting.
A non-corporeal punishment.
But that did not mean thatsheneeded to be kept waiting.
Taking a deep breath, Priscilla swept past him to the couch, hiking up the front of her skirts before sitting down and spreading her legs. Leaning against the back, she tilted her hips forward. When she looked up at Joseph, his eyes were wide and focused on the dewy curls at the apex of her thighs.
“Come here and pleasure me,” she ordered. “With your mouth.”
Making the demand made her insides flutter, muscles clenching in anticipation. Before this moment, she would have never dared to make such a demand, especially without offering some kind of reciprocation. Yet Joseph did not hesitate, which heightened her arousal even more as he eagerly moved in front of her and dropped to his knees.
She did not have to say another word as he wrapped his arms around her thighs and curved over them, pulling her forward and burying his head between them.
“Oh!” she gasped aloud as his tongue delved between her swollen folds, lapping up the cream already gathered there. It felt heavenly… and she felt utterly, decadently depraved, sitting on a chaise with her skirts around her waist, her husband kneeling between her thighs and pleasuring her at her command.
It was sinfully delicious.
Moaning, she leaned back, enjoying it. Reaching up to cup her aching breasts, she squeezed them, adding to the sensations coursing through her.
“Oh, yes…”
Joseph’s tongue had found exactly the right spot, and her thighs tightened around his head. His fingers pressed into the soft flesh, holding her open as his tongue lashed her with eagerness. Her hips lifted to meet the blissful sensations, her head falling back, and she squeezed her breasts tighter, her fingers pinching her nipples through the fabric of her gown.
“Oh… yes… Joseph…”
The combination of her power over him, his submission to her demands, and the sheer pleasure of his tongue laving over her most sensitive spots sent her soaring. The intensity of her orgasm had her writhing against his mouth, crying out as ecstasy billowed over her and crashed through her.
