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“I daresay that by the time I’m finished with you, Judith, you’re going to be one very sorry, very well-punished young lady. Your bottom is going to be sore inside and out.” My cock thickens as she squirms around, making another futile attempt to escape my lap. I reward her struggles with an especially deep and rapid series of thrusts.
“Please please please.Sir. Please.” She grows still but I can see the tension in her shoulders. She’s trying hard not to move right now. She’s trying her best to obey me and accept her shameful punishment.
The pinkness between her thighs glistens brighter, and the sight of her increasing arousal leaves me sweltering with need.
God, I want nothing more than to bend her over the bed and fuck her senseless right now.
I want to hold her down and spend myself inside her.
But I can’t. Not yet.
Not until she’s been thoroughly punished.
“Sometimes naughty wives get spankings,” I say, still plunging my finger into her ass. “And sometimes naughty wives get their bottom holes tended to before a spanking.” Knowing I’m pushing her limits makes my balls tense up and my cock harden further.
“Please please please.” She keeps pleading, but I don’t think she’s just begging me to stop finger-fucking her ass. I think she’s also begging for some relief—her clit is now so swollen and distended that it’s protruding from between her slick folds.
I slowly withdraw my finger from her tightness, then I cup her ass and alternate stroking and squeezing her cheeks. The scent of her arousal fills the air, and her pussy is so wet that she’s making a mess on my uniform pants. I guide her off the bed and force her to stand with her hands clasped behind her head while I quickly wash my hands, then I return to her and once again take her over my lap, forcing her legs wide apart as I resume stroking her bottom.
“Tell me, young lady,” I say, “who is the head of this household?”
She whimpers. “You are, sir.”
“That’s correct. When we exchanged marriage vows, I promised to protect and guide you with a firm but loving hand, and you in turn promised to obey me. I take those vows very seriously, and I expect you to do the same. I also expect you to submit yourself gracefully and humbly to my guidance when I’ve decided you need to be punished.” I lift my hand and bring it down hard upon her right ass cheek, and the harsh slap resounds off the walls.
Chapter15
JUDITH
Please make it stop.Please please please.
The pain overwhelms me, and to my surprise, so does my level of remorse. I really do feel bad that I disobeyed Luka. Weird, because logically I shouldn’t feel bad about a damn thing. I should be outraged by his treatment of me. I should want to claw his eyes out.
But instead, I’m submitting to my spanking.
I’ve given up trying to escape his lap. His strength surpasses mine. I know I can’t get away. My only hope is that if I cooperate, he’ll eventually stop spanking me.
Oh God. How long is this going to go on?
Tears coat my face, and I can’t stop crying out with each severe smack he administers to my poor bottom. My ass throbs under a relentless sting, and just when I think I can’t withstand another blow, he stops and caresses my flaming cheeks.
But what he does after that leaves me stunned and shaken.
He reaches between my thighs and swirls his thumb over my clit. It takes precisely three circles before I shatter completely. I moan and writhe shamelessly over his lap as a quick but powerful orgasm steals through me, making my entire body convulse and my toes curl.
And then I’m surrounded by Luka’s arms. He’s turned me over and settled me in his lap, and he’s giving me a fucking hug. He’s comforting me, running his fingers gently through my locks as he places soft kisses to my forehead.
“This is your home now, Judith, and I am your husband and you are my wife. Until death parts us. You belong to me, and I will always take care of you. Always. Sometimes taking care of you means correcting your behavior. Remember that next time you consider escaping this place. Remember that next time you consider defying me.” His voice is a deep, animalistic growl at my ear.
I can’t summon a response. Only more tears. I cling to him and cry my heart out, and he holds me tight. Maybe it’s perverse, or maybe I’m losing my mind, but I find comfort in his arms.
He withdraws a clean white handkerchief from his pocket and wipes the tears from my face. He even cleans my runny nose, much to my embarrassment. When he finishes cleaning me up and offers me a comforting look, my stupid heart flutters.
I soon become aware of his hardness poking at my bottom. His cock feels hugely erect in his pants. My pulse spikes and heat rolls through me as I squirm over his lap. I’m more than pleased when his breath catches in his throat.
His eyes search mine. “Are you all right, princess?”
What an odd question. He just spanked me and he wants to know if I’m all right. But I suppose I am—I survived. I give a cautious nod. “Yes, sir.”
