Page 93 of The Duke's Indecent Match
Heat filled her cheeks and pooled between her thighs, which confused her.She had not expected to feel the same desire as she did at night, when he came to her bed, yet her body was responding in the same manner as it did then.
He lifted his hand.
Brought it down on her bottom.
She cried out, as much in surprise as at the impact.
It did hurt.Stung even.
Yet the immediate sensation that followed was a kind of rush of excitement.More emotional than physical, despite the fact that it started there.
His hand came down again.
And again.
Kalina squirmed as the heat in her bottom began to grow, the sting increasing every time his palm slapped against her flesh.It did hurt, yet the arousal between her thighs grew with every swat.Tiffany had not mentioned this aspect of being spanked.
Had she not experienced it?
This was supposed to be a penance.
Was Kalina supposed to be enjoying it?
Perhaps she was not, yet she could not change her body’s reactions.Her heart was beating faster and faster as she panted for breath.Squirming on her husband’s lap, she could feel the slickness between her legs, rubbing together, pressing together, adding growing pleasure to the stinging heat blooming across her cheeks.
His hand came down again, right in the center, and Kalina moaned, even as tears sprang to her eyes from the intoxicating mix of pleasure and pain.
Nathanial
Hearing his wife’s moan, Nathanial froze.
Uncertain of how she would respond to being spanked, he’d been holding back, peppering her bottom with firm, crisp swats because he did not know how much she would be able to take.Hearing her moan…
He looked down at her bottom, then dipped his fingers between her thighs.
She was wet.
Silent thunder roared in his ears, a white rushing noise that drowned out the rest of the world as it turned over, then righted itself again, but with an entirely new perspective from what he’d had before.As though, suddenly, he could see everything in a new light.
Perhaps his wife had trapped him into marriage, but that did not mean she was the wrong wife for him.She had just gone about it in the wrong way.
Though he’d been willing to accept her offer of being spanked as a penance, he’d also been thrown off by the suggestion.Spanking his wife was not something he’d looked for because there was no way to know what a debutante would find acceptable.He had not even dared to hope that he would find a wife who would accept, much less enjoy, such a thing.
Now, here she was, over his lap, aroused and moaning from the punishment he was applying to her upturned bottom.His cock, already half-hard from having her over his lap and finally being able to see the parts of her that had always been hidden by darkness, was instantly, painfully erect.
Nathanial gritted his teeth against the shocking surge of lust that ran through him.Never in his life had his desires been so tested.
But she’d wanted to pay a penance.
His hand came down harder, stinging his palm.
And his wife moaned again, shuddering against him, the stiffness of her stays under her dress rubbing against the bulge at the front of his trousers and exacerbating his own problem.He spanked her again.And again.Her skin darkened and heated under the steady swats, and with every increase in intensity, it did nothing but increase her moans and cries.
“Oh, please…” Her soft gasp was not a plea to stop.
No, it was the same plea she made in the darkness of night, when he was in her bed, pleasuring her with his mouth.
It had the same effect now as it did then.
