Page 81 of Blushing Bride

This punishment was going to end with him fucking my ass.

The wooden brush lifted away from my bottom and came back down much more firmly. The first stroke took my breath away, the sting immediate and overpowering. The second took my breath away. The third and fourth came far too quickly for me to cope and I suddenly understood why he had pinned me with his leg in the first place. My arm shot backwards, and he caught me by the wrist before I could try to protect my bottom. He pinned it behind my back just as the brush paddled my cheeks.

In my panic, I’d reached back and that could have caused the brush to hit my fingers instead of my bottom. He had acted quickly in an effort to protect me, and my heart splintered into pieces.

This was love in its rawest form.

My paddling continued, uninterrupted.

The harsh sting continued to build, the impact of the brush so very concentrated and terrible. I cried out without being able to stop myself.

Then the brush started falling even harder. His grip on me tightened, holding me in place as the worst part of the punishment started.

I didn’t know how long it went on for. It could have been minutes or hours, but it felt like forever. Very quickly, the sting overwhelmed me, and it wasn’t long after that my eyes started to water.

It stung so very much.

I told him I was sorry. I promised obedience and to never defy him again. I begged for the spanking to end, but soon enough my pleas devolved to sputtering cries and wails until I broke into tears over his knee. I sobbed openly as the brush started to slow its descent. Tears dripped down my cheeks and pooled beneath me on the couch.

My backside was on absolute fire.

I sobbed in relief when the pressure of his leg lessened. He released my wrist, but I didn’t move it. Instead, I lay slumped over his knee as his palm caressed my freshly punished backside while I just focused on pulling myself together. His arms surrounded me and lifted me up into his lap.

“You may stay here in my lap for as long as you need, my little girl. When you’re ready, you will climb off and go bend over the bed,” he said gently.

“Yes, sir,” I whispered, my voice still thick with my emotion.

“I love you, my little bride. I hope you know that.”

“I know. I love you too,” I proclaimed softly. I wrapped my arms around his neck, squeezing him hard. His arms were fiercely tight around me. The steady beat of his heart pounded in his chest. The sound of it calmed me faster than I thought possible. Eventually, I wiped the tears from my cheeks.

We sat together like that for a long while.

Ultimately, though, the stinging started to fade and the arousal between my legs began to intensify. As much as I wanted to sit in his lap forever like that, I needed to come.

“Sir? I’m ready,” I whispered.

“You know what you need to do, my sweet little bride,” he coaxed. I nodded against his throat, taking a deep breath before I reluctantly untangled myself from his arms. I stood up on shaky legs. The walk to the bed was over far too quickly and I couldn’t help but glance over my shoulder to see him watching. When it came time to bend over for him, I turned away, unable to bear his gaze.

“Your bottom is absolutely gorgeous when it’s been paddled bright red, my naughty girl,” he said. Out of the side of my eye, I saw him stand up from the couch so that he could walk over to me. Every step seemed to echo around me, and I chewed my lip, nervous and excited that the spanking was over and now I would feel him deep inside me.

I needed his cock now more than ever.

His fingers dragged through the wetness that had dripped down my thighs.

“You need to come for me, don’t you, little girl?”

“Yes, sir,” I begged.

“You should know that you’re not going to come for me like a good girl, my little bride,” he warned.

I cried out as my heart skipped a beat. I knew what he meant, but I had hoped that he would grant me mercy after such a hard paddling.

“Sir?”

On the nightstand was a bottle of clear liquid. He walked over to it, and I shifted anxiously as he returned to me.

I knew what was about to happen, but my brain refused to accept it.

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