Bound, Spanked and Loved: Fourteen Kinky Valentine's Day Stories (42 page)

“Now, Nora, your body belongs to me. I will lie with you whenever I desire you. Your cunny is the hole I will take most often. However,” he said with a lustful gleam darkening his eyes, “sometimes I will claim your bottom hole.”

“Sir?” Surely, I had misheard him. Please God, let me have misheard him.

“Especially if you have been naughty.” He touched my backside hole then, pressing the fingers coated in moisture stolen from my cunny to my most forbidden entrance. “Wives who disobey their husbands don’t just get spankings, Nora, they get taken in their bottom holes as punishment.”

“Sir, please don’t touch me there. I...” Gasp after gasp left me as he forced those same two fingers deep in my secret entrance, easily holding me down in the process. “Oh, it hurts!”

“I just have two fingers inside you, little girl. Imagine how it would feel with my cock shoved in your tightness.”

Oh, I imagined, all right. I imagined it would be the worst kind of torture, and I vowed not to cross Luke ever.

He pulled out of my bottom hole and strode into the bathroom, leaving me panting and squirming on the bed. I heard him shuffling around and the sound of running water. He appeared in the doorway moments later, his hands working open his belt buckle.

My stomach dropped. So I was to receive a whipping, after all. I took a deep, steadying breath and willed myself to be strong. A whipping was nothing compared to what would be happening to me right now had Luke not rescued me from the slavers.

He drew the thick leather length from his pants and folded it in half. A quiver of trepidation mixed with desire sliced through me. Though preparing to punish me, he looked rather stunning with his jacket off and his sleeves rolled up. I’d always been attracted to strong, dominant men, and Luke most certainly fit the bill. But, in my girlish fantasies, the man of my dreams also had a tender side. I’d glimpsed my husband-to-be’s tender side on the journey to Marystown, when he’d fed me and kept me warm, and I longed to feel his caring gentleness again.

I rose up on my elbows and stared into his intense eyes. “Shall I bend over the bed, sir?”

“No.” He moved to my side and sat on the edge of the bed. After placing the belt between us and patting his leg, he said, “Place yourself over my lap like the naughty little girl you are.”

I obeyed, turning over and crawling to get into position over his firm thighs. He arranged me so my bottom was thrust high in the air over one of his knees. My dangling legs were soon covered by his free leg, and he next secured my wrists together at the small of my back, holding them down in one hand. With his other hand, the hand that would punish, he cupped my bottom and rubbed my cheeks.

“As your husband, I will tolerate no disobedience from you, Nora. I realize you ran away before we were wed and, technically, you were disobeying your stepfather, but he’s not here to deal with you. I am. Tell me, would your stepfather have disciplined you for being a disobedient girl, for putting yourself in danger and leaving the safety of Gerrardsville?”

“Yes, sir. Papa would’ve likely taken a strap to me.”

He squeezed my cheeks, pulling them apart every so often to expose my privates. I imagined I looked quite the sight, with my bottom thrust up and my legs parted to reveal my glistening, smooth pussy lips.

“You will never behave so carelessly again, Nora. You risked your life by running off in the middle of the night. I realize you thought you’d make it to your cousin’s compound without meeting any trouble, but you still risked your safety and ought to be ashamed of yourself for worrying your family.”

The tears gathering in my eyes slid down my face. I sniffled. “I am ashamed,” I said quietly. “And I am so sorry.”

“You deserve a hard spanking on your bare bottom, don’t you, Nora?”

“Yes, sir, I do,” I answered breathlessly, anticipating the first crack of his hand with terrible curiosity. I liked the intimacy of being secured over his lap, rather than bending over the bed.

“I want you to ask for your spanking, Nora. Say, ‘I’ve been a naughty little girl, and I deserve a hard spanking on my bare bottom.’”

I gulped with difficulty, feeling faint. A harsh squeeze to my left cheek encouraged my obedience. “I-I’ve been a naughty little girl...” I began.

“And I deserve a hard spanking on my bare bottom,” he said sternly.

After a shuddering sigh, I said, “And I deserve a hard spanking on my bare bottom.”

“Good girl. After your spanking, you will stand in the corner with your punished red bottom on display.”

His scolding tone sent heated waves straight to my feminine core. I ached for him the way I supposed a wife longed for her husband’s touch. Wetness seeped from my pussy and onto my inner thigh. My hopes that Luke wouldn’t noticed were quickly dashed.

“What’s this?” He trailed a finger along my thigh, smearing my leaking arousal across my leg.

I buried my face in the covers, hiding my deep shame.
Please just spank me. Please get it over with.

“Are you aroused right now, you naughty girl?” He whacked my bottom when I didn’t respond. “Answer me. Why is your pussy getting so wet?”

“Please, I don’t know,” I sobbed.

He probed my slit and discovered the extent of my illicit excitement. “This is so naughty, Nora. You must be entertaining some very inappropriate thoughts. Yes, I believe you are very much in need of correction.”

Chapter Four

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T
he first slap cracked across my right bottom cheek, a searing sting that brought fresh tears to my eyes. Luke held me securely over his lap, still restraining my wrists, and landed sharp slaps upon my bare backside. I gasped with each blow, my feet scissoring back and forth in the air.

I lost count of how many times he spanked me. The pain consumed me. He also scolded as he punished, calling me “bad girl” or saying things like, “This is what happens to disobedient little girls.”

“I’m so sorry! Please, no more!” Even if I had tried to struggle, I wouldn’t have succeeded in escaping or dodging a single smack. Luke’s strength and determination far surpassed mine. I begged him to end my punishment, unable to stop the pleas falling from my lips, but I didn’t fight him physically, still holding fast to my promise to submit.

When I didn’t think I could endure another spank, he paused and resumed caressing my bottom. My heart grieved for all the worry I’d caused my family, as well as the shame I’d brought to the jilted groom who had me over his knee. His gentle touch now made me cry harder. I sobbed, and, when I remembered the belt lying on the bed, my sobs deepened until I hiccupped and struggled for breaths.

“Hush now, little girl. You did a naughty thing, and you’re paying the price for it, but your punishment is almost over.” He shifted as he reached for the belt.

Oh God. My heart pounded. The covers stuck to my wet face as I continued crying, unable to rein in my emotions. I thought of the horrors Luke had spoken of on the mountain, about how as a slave I’d be beaten bloody, raped, bred, and worked to death, and I lost myself in regret as the tears fell and fell.

“I’m only giving you five strikes with the belt, Nora. Just five. You can take it, I promise, and then this will all be over.” His kind tone warmed me all over and contrasted with how stern he’d sounded moments ago as he scolded me.

The belt packed a terrible sting. Each blow made me scream and caused me to thrash about for the first time since he’d taken me across his lap. But it ended quickly, just as he’d promised, and he immediately turned me over and cradled me in his arms.

I felt so safe, so loved as he held me, even though I knew he couldn’t possibly love me. I’d done a naughty thing, and he didn’t even know me yet. I wondered if I’d ever know love in our marriage, or if I’d drive myself to misery vying for his attention and his affection every day.

He stroked my hair from my face and gave me an encouraging smile. “Nora, little one, you have five minutes of corner time. Do you think you can be a good girl and stand in place in the corner over there for the allotted time?” He wiped at my tears with another fragrant cloth and my heart latched onto him, despite my worries that he might never harbor similar affection for me. I didn’t want to fall for him so hard. Not yet. It was too soon, and I felt too vulnerable. But God, I couldn’t help it. I loved how he’d taken me in hand and punished me fairly. Yes, he’d brought me to tears and my bottom still throbbed, but he hadn’t been cruel. Now he was comforting me, trying to make sure I was collected enough for my corner time.

“Yes, sir,” I said after one last sniffle. “I’m able to stand in the corner now.”

He guided me into an empty corner and arranged me to his liking with my hands clasped atop my head, my legs spread wide, and my stinging bottom thrust out in an awkward manner that left me flushing. Thoroughly chastised, with my likely bright-red behind on display, I stood in place and waited for him to speak, wondering if he planned to scold me further.

“While you’re standing there, I want you to think about how you’re going to be a good girl in the future, Nora. Think about how wrong it was of you to run away, to worry your family. Think about the god-awful things that would’ve happened to you had you been sold by the slavers at auction.” He moved one hand between my legs, traveling up between my bottom cheeks, where he pressed a finger against my forbidden entrance. “Think about how sometimes, when you misbehave, you will have to endure a cock in this naughty, tight hole.”

The threat of such an intimate punishment left my nipples tightening and my pussy aching. I should be terrified of what he’d described, but I wondered what it would feel like to bend over and accept his manhood into my backside hole. A heated pulse stole through me and I shuddered as the desperate neediness throbbing between my thighs quickened.

Luke noticed the moisture escaping my pussy again, trailing a finger through it and making a noise of disapproval in his throat. “Nora, I believe I’m going to have to put you in a chastity device this evening, to help you control your urges.”

I’d heard of men who were perverts and desired rough sex or odd sex acts. I started to worry I was some kind of pervert because the idea of being forced into a device that would prevent me from touching myself left me quaking with desire. In fact, I moaned loudly. I stood there in the corner while my husband-to-be inspected the wetness between my pussy lips, and I moaned like a hussy, like one of the wanton brothel women I’d glimpsed leaning out of the windows of Madam Angelic’s infamous establishment on the west side of Gerrardsville.

“Five minutes,” Luke snapped, moving his hand away.

He walked away, his footsteps loud and echoing in the silence of the cavernous room.

A wave of submission rolled over me. I knew Luke was watching me, staring at my reddened bottom and the arousal glistening on my thighs. I wanted to please him, so I obeyed his commands.

I contemplated my misdeeds with deep shame and then considered his threat to claim my bottom hole as a form of punishment. Closing my eyes, I tried to envision how it would happen. I’d mouth off, or perhaps I’d be late for dinner one evening, and my ever so serious husband would be cross. After a long, painful spanking, he would bend me over the bed and pull my reddened cheeks wide apart, exposing my puckered entrance.

“Naughty wives take their husband’s cock in their tight backside holes,” he would say, before shoving his manhood into my snug passage.

“Oh, please, husband, it hurts,” I would say.

“As it should. You were a naughty little girl, and I’m going to pound my cock into your bottom hole to teach you a lesson,” he would say.

Holy God in Heaven, where had these thoughts come from? Perspiration trickled down my temple, and I sucked in deep breath after deep breath. My clit throbbed, and it took all my self-control not to reach down and rub myself to bliss. I burned and ached. I needed an orgasm, but I wouldn’t get one because Luke planned to put a chastity device on me.

“Your time is up, Nora. Be a good girl and come here.” His warm voice pulled me from my naughty musings, and I turned around to regard him nervously and walked in his direction. The stickiness of my arousal rubbed between my thighs with each step.

He met me halfway across the room and swept me up in his arms. He carried me to a large, plush chair near the crackling fire, and sat down with me cradled in his embrace.

“All is forgiven, little girl.”

I met his kind gaze and melted inside, turning to mush at his words. “Thank you, sir.” Tears misted my eyes, but I blinked them back and instead offered Luke a smile.

He brushed my hair behind my ears and leaned down to kiss my forehead. I melted again and again, with each touch, as he stroked my hair or my cheek.

“After a punishment comes forgiveness, Nora. I will never withhold forgiveness or affection from you, my sweet.”

My hopes rose at his pronouncement. “You wish for an affectionate marriage, sir?” I didn’t dare say
a loving marriage
for fear he would balk or laugh at my dreamy girlishness. Most marriages were arranged, with love being an afterthought.

“Of course I wish for an affectionate marriage, Nora. I know I may seem strict to you, perhaps a bit overbearing, but it is my hope that we will get along and enjoy one another’s company. We’re going to spend the rest of our lives together.”

I nodded and sank back into his arms, willing this moment to last forever. He held me until my stomach rumbled loudly. Carrying me to the bed, he tucked me in and chuckled when I winced as my sore bottom brushed the sheets. He brought me the tray of food and commenced feeding me small bits of cheese, fruit, and crackers, rubbing my lips with his thumb in a deliciously seductive manner before reaching for another piece of food.

No one had ever cared for me this way, feeding me by hand. He seemed to derive immense pleasure in taking care of me. His eyes shone with a tender emotion akin to reverence, and I got the sneaking suspicion there was more to our union than my stepfather had let on. I hadn’t met Luke before. It would be impossible to meet a man so intense and forget him. But he’d known me, somehow, and he’d wanted me.