Bound, Spanked and Loved: Fourteen Kinky Valentine's Day Stories (98 page)

He waited...

Tears flooded her eyes, and her lip quivered. She went to lower her head, causing Rem to lift it back up. “Cry. Let the pain go, because I swear to you right now that you will never feel it again. As your husband, I will never allow you to feel the way your father made you feel for as long as I live.” He pulled her into an embrace and cupped the back of her head to his shoulder. “This one time, cry for the woman that you are letting go of. Say goodbye to her. That weak, scared, beaten woman does not live here anymore.”

And just like that, she cried.

She cried.

After what felt like hours, Birdie pulled away and stared up at her husband. He only held her tight and stroked her back over and over.

“I thought you were going to hurt me,” she confessed in barely a whisper.

“I would never truly hurt you.”

“You will never beat me?”

He placed his palms on each side of her face and stared directly in her eyes. “I will never beat you, Birdie. Never.”

“But it is a husband’s right.”

He nodded. “It is a husband’s right to correct. To lead. To be the head of the household. But I will never beat you. Spank a naughty bottom,” he winked, “maybe. But never beat.”

An odd sensation happened between her legs—one she had never felt before. Maybe it was knowing that she was about to lose her purity to her husband tonight, or maybe it was the way he held her so close, but her body practically sizzled in anticipation.

“Spank?” she asked. She had never actually been spanked. Beaten to a pulp, yes, but never spanked on her rear.

Rem chuckled. “A misbehaving wife will find herself over my knee. But the only pain you will ever endure from your husband is a stinging and hot behind.”

A shiver ran down her spine, and her body involuntarily trembled.

He kissed her on the forehead and stroked her hair, placing a loose strand behind her ear. “Are you afraid of me?”

She shook her head. “I just don’t know what to expect. I’ve never been spanked. It’s the not knowin’ that I am afraid of.”

He kissed her forehead again, and then her cheek. Her knees felt weak at receiving such a tender and loving gesture. “Well then, I reckon we fix that. Let’s take away your fear.”

“How?” she asked as she pressed her face into his shoulder.

“Remove your underclothes, raise your dress, and place yourself over my lap. It’s time I give you your wedding night spanking.” The way he gave the soft command only sent more tingles through her body, feelings far from fear. She had a suspicion that if she protested even a little, Rem would back down. But she didn’t want to. The idea of submitting to her new husband sent tingles from the tip of her toes to the top of her head.

With shaky hands—more from anticipation rather than fear—she did as he asked, completing the task and laying over his lap in one fluid motion. The air of the room wasn’t exactly cold—thanks to the fire roaring—but there was just enough chill that shivers ran up her spine and down her legs, making it very clear that her bottom was utterly exposed. Her fingertips rested on the floor, helping balance her, and she couldn’t help wonder if she weighed too much for his lap. The position didn’t exactly feel stable, but the minute he wrapped an arm around her and pulled her closer to his core, she knew he would never let her fall.

His other hand rested on her naked skin, and he started rubbing small circles along her flesh. “It pleases me very much to see what an obedient wife you already are.” He continued to caress her bottom as he spoke in a low voice. “I don’t think I will have to spank you often, but I want you to rest assured that I will if you misbehave, disrespect me, or ever put yourself in harm’s way.”

She remained silent. The words ‘yes, sir’ became trapped in her throat. The anxiety of what was to come muted her, until the first spank landed on her ass. An involuntary yelp escaped—not out of pain, but surprise.

And just like that, the spanking began. There was no yelling by Rem, no name-calling, no anger or hate. He simply peppered her behind, pausing here or there to fondle her skin. The spanking caused a heat and warmth to build from the place his palm connected with her body, all the way to her core.

With every spank, the heat deepened, and the sting intensified. Birdie tried to be a submissive wife and did her best to not cry out, but as the spanking continued, she couldn’t help the noises of distress to escape her body. Over and over, Rem’s wide palm spanked, and just when Birdie didn’t think she could take anymore, he stopped.

Holding her firmly to him, not allowing her to get off his lap, he asked, “Do you think that spanking was cruel? Was it something to be afraid of? Do you consider that a beating?”

She shook her head. “No, sir.” And she really meant it. There was nothing cruel about it. In fact, it felt...right.

Rem ran circles along her heated flesh, dipping his hand lower between her legs. His fingers ran along her silky folds, spreading signs of her arousal all over her pussy. She had not realized that moisture had pooled between her legs during Rem’s correction. Humiliation washed over her and she tensed, attempting to clamp her legs together to conceal her arousal. What must her new husband think of her? What kind of woman allows the demon of lust to come when being disciplined? He must think her wanton.

He removed his hand from between her clenched thighs and spanked her hard, one swat on each cheek. “Do not try to hide from me.” He dipped his finger back to her soaking quim. “It pleases me to see that my touch has this effect on my wife.” He moved his finger to her little pearl and caressed it ever so gently.

Birdie bucked up, surprised at such a powerful sensation. “Oh, sir!”

“I’m very pleased,” he growled, removing his hand and assisting her back to a standing position. “Remove your clothing please. I would like to see my wife fully.” The hunger in his eyes practically changed his appearance. He seemed predatory, yet she still did not fear him.

Heat radiated over her body, her pussy throbbing in need. If she had her way, she would have him play with her little pearl all night. The feeling of his hand on her most private of parts was most indecent, yet so tantalizing. Taking a moment to breath deep and try to gain some control of her licentious body, Birdie did what any dutiful wife would do. She removed all of her clothing and stood naked before her new husband.

His dark eyes scanned her body, and he licked his lips seeming like he was preparing to devour her. Approaching very slowly, as if trying not to scare her off, Rem picked her up and cradled her frame into his arms. She snuggled into his chest, enjoying the warmth of his body against her exposed skin.

Leaning down and kissing her lips, he murmured against them, “It’s time we truly become man and wife.”

She nodded in answer and returned his kiss with fervor, relinquishing any last bit of modesty she once possessed.

Being carried across the threshold of his bedroom, Birdie took a moment to take in the fact that his room would now be theirs. She had never had her own room before, or even a bed to call her own. And now, being carried through the door and being placed on the bed by her husband, Birdie knew her life had changed in a blur. She would no longer be an abused little girl, but instead about to become a loved woman.

*****

H
is cock pressed against his pants to the point of pain. He couldn’t free himself from his restraints of his clothing fast enough. This woman...this goddess before him, literally made him grow weak in the knees. Such sweet delicate features, and also such luscious and alluring curves. He had to have her. He had to have her now, and he prayed to God that he could be gentle.

Shedding the last of his clothes, he approached the bed and ran his palm up Birdie’s leg, enjoying the fact that she didn’t flinch, but moaned in response to his touch. She lay back on the bed completely naked, and didn’t try to conceal herself at all. Her eyes never left his, as if she were attempting to hypnotize him.

“I want to look at and touch every part of your body. I want to memorize every curve, every dip and valley, and every inch of your skin.”

Without waiting for a response, he spread her legs wide, watching the seam of her pussy open for him. Her tiny hole just begging to be entered, but Rem knew he needed to go slow.

Running his finger along each side of her delicate petals, he asked, “Has anyone ever touched you here before?”

She shook her head. “No, my pa would not allow it.”

Thank God for that. At least her pa was good for something.

“Then we need to get you ready. I don’t want to hurt you.”

Soaking up her juices with his fingertip, he coated the opening to her pussy nice and good. With as much care as he could, he pressed his wet finger past her opening and eased his way in. Birdie gasped and tensed, but then relaxed when Rem slowly began to move his finger in and out of her tight channel. He leaned down and kissed her thatch of little black curls, inhaling the musky scent of her desire.

“Relax, Birdie,” he coaxed as his finger glided in and out. “I need to get this sweet cunny of yours ready for me. I’m not a small man, and I don’t want this to hurt more than it already will.” When her legs relaxed back open and her hips thrusted up to meet his mouth, silently begging for more of his kisses, he whispered, “That’s my good girl. Let me prepare you to become my wife in all ways.”

His name caught in her throat when a moan overpowered it as his tongue flicked her clit, nipping it between his lips. Her hands ran on both sides of his head, driving his face into her pussy as her moans intensified.

“Rem...Rem? This feeling. I feel...” Panic laced her words.

“Allow it to flow, darling. It’s pleasure knocking at your door. Let it in.”

Her head thrashed side to side, and her breathing became ragged. “I’m scared.”

“Come for me, Birdie. Fill my mouth with your sweet cream. Release.”

Her hips bucked as her moan turned into a tiny scream. Her pussy quivered around his mouth, and the taste of her nectar coated his tongue. He lapped up every last bit of her completion as her body shook on the tail end of her climax.

Not wanting her body to fully become sated, he moved up to her breasts and began to circle his tongue around one nipple, and then moved to pay the same attention to the other. Molding the flesh of her firm and perky mounds with his hands, Rem could no longer fight the hunger. He needed his cock buried deep inside of her and couldn’t wait any longer.

Stretching up, he placed his lips at the shell of her ear and whispered, “I’m going to put my cock inside of you now. It is going to hurt, baby, but I will try to make it as easy as possible.”

“Yes, yes, please,” she begged. “I want this. I do.”

Placing the head of his dick at her entrance, he slowly eased in, pausing when he felt the wall of resistance. He knew this was the time where he fully claimed her. Her virginity would belong to him, just as she would.

“Take a deep breath and relax,” he ordered as he pushed firmly against the barrier and felt a slight ‘pop’ as Birdie cried out. “Shhh...” he cooed as he paused for a moment so she could adjust to his girth.

It was Birdie who began to thrust her hips up and down, demanding that he hold back no further. Taking her cue, he launched a steady rhythm of pushing in and out, while placing soft kisses along the ley of her neck. A steady staccato of his cock pulling out just enough to spread her opening, and then plummeting back inside, so deep he could feel where the inside of her quim ended, balls scraping along her outer lips. In and out, he claimed her. In and out, she gave herself to him. His Birdie. His wife. His everything.

Not being able to hold back his own pleasure any longer, he allowed the surge of his ecstasy to take over, filling his seed deep within his bride.

“Rem,” she called out, the sound so sweet on her pouty lips.

“Yes, my wife?”

“Will you ever let me go?”

“Never. Never. You are mine.”

Chapter Seven

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B
irdie woke up with a sense of freedom. It had taken her several days to come to terms that she indeed was safe. She would no longer have to deal with her pa. She was a married woman and now had a home to call her own. Rem was her husband and he would never let her go.

Rem and Anna Mae had been nothing but caring, understanding, and even loving. Rem was certainly firm and wouldn’t tolerate the slightest show of meekness. All it would take was one warning look or firm use of her name, and Birdie lifted her head proudly and even with a smile at times. Anna Mae was the same, but done so in a way that only Anna Mae could do. Harsh with her tongue, the woman always followed the lash with a loving touch or praise.

She didn’t know what it was like to have a home and a family—unless you considered the Bluebell homestead such—and even though this was all so new, Birdie did have a sense of belonging. Happiness...maybe.

The smell of coffee gave away that once again, Anna Mae beat her to the stove. No matter how hard Birdie tried, that old woman always was the first to rise. Birdie did everything within her power to take the home duties off Anna Mae’s shoulders, but if she wasn’t being shooed or told to sit and relax, then she was being beat to the job by having Anna Mae do it first.

“Anna Mae, you can sleep in at least on the holy day. I can make breakfast,” she said after she cleaned up and readied herself for the day.

“Hush now, girl. I have been making breakfast every day of my grown life. Don’t you expect me to go changin’ none.” She pointed to a bag of potatoes sitting by the table. “You can go ahead and start peeling those if you’d like. We’re going to have an early supper after church, so I want to get some work done ahead of time.”

“Church? Oh, well...I can make supper while you’re gone.”

“Nonsense. You’re going to church as well. You are a Langston now, and it is expected.”

Birdie walked over, sat down by the potatoes and started peeling. “I don’t think so. I’ve never been to church. I don’t think it’s any place for a Bluebell.”

“You’re going to church, ya hear,” Anna Mae said, waving her wooden spoon at her. “Ain’t no use in arguing. And don’t let Rem catch you callin’ yourself a Bluebell. You ain’t. You are a Langston, ya hear?”