Dealing With Discipline (20 page)

He could hear her voice strain with
the effort not to reveal how much the spanking hurt, even as he
peppered her bottom hard and relentlessly, turning the creamy color
a hot pink.  Granted, this was certainly not the hardest
punishment she'd taken, compared to the wooden spoon it was
probably rather mild, but that didn't help her in the moment.
 Remembering how much worse the spoon had hurt didn't do
anything to soothe the heat that was building as Edwin's hand came
crashing down on her buttocks.

SMACK!

Whimper.

"Ten!"

Watching the color blossom on her
ivory skin, watching it darken as her flesh jiggled after his hand
impacted it, was something Edwin didn't think he would ever tire
of.  Eleanor aroused him with nothing more than her person,
but he thoroughly enjoyed disciplining her; it added an extra
something to their relationship, despite the passion that he
indulged in with her every night.  

SMACK!

Yelp. 

"Eleven!"

Her body rocked against his thigh as
if she was trying to rub her clit on him.  There was no doubt
that she was aroused, he could actually smell her wetness now as
her bottom clenched and opened, legs closing and spreading.
 With his arm securely wrapped around her body, his hand on
her stomach, he'd been able to feel her breathing turn to panting
as she'd dealt with the confusing rush of pleasure and pain that a
spanking like this induced.

Particularly harsh punishments, such
as the spoon, created the same physical reaction of a sopping
pussy, but he could tell that she didn't enjoy it.  Right now
she seemed caught between finding the spanking pleasurable and
having it be too painful for pleasure.  Deciding that he liked
that added bit of humiliation to her punishment, because he knew
that she was unhappy that part of her enjoyed being disciplined,
Edwin decided to keep her on that fine line. 

He made sure to spread the last of her
spanking out over her entire bottom, turning the surface of both
cheeks a glowing pink, without over doing it and pushing her past
the threshold into real pain.  Perhaps physically it wasn't as
great a punishment, but he knew mentally it was. 

Standing her back on her feet in front
of him, he made a show of pushing his fingers between her thighs
and rubbing them between her wet lips.  Eleanor moaned and put
her hands over her face, unable to look at him as he drew his
fingers away sopping wet. 

"I don't know how much of a punishment
a spanking is, if you enjoy it so much," he murmured.

"I don't enjoy it," Eleanor snapped
back, glaring at him through her fingers.

It was a complete lie of course, her
body had gotten hot and aroused while he'd spanked her, but it
wasn't her fault!  There was nothing she could do about it.
 She told herself that it wasn't because of the spanking - of
course it wasn't, she'd never had such a reaction when her father
had disciplined her after all - it was because she was attracted to
Edwin, because she loved him, and because she was aroused by him
touching her.  

She was even willing to admit to
herself that she enjoyed being helpless across his lap, enjoyed
having him caress her body when she couldn't touch him back... when
he'd tied her up on their honeymoon she'd discovered that she liked
it.  Since their return home he hadn't done it again, the
closest she got was being across his lap where she couldn't lift
her hands off the floor without feeling as though she was going to
slide forward onto her head.

"Liar."  Pulling his fingers from
her glossy, wet curls, he showed her the sheen of liquid on the
digits and she groaned, hiding her face behind her hands
again.

Edwin laughed and stood, pulling her
into his arms, ignoring the fact that she was glaring up at him.
 It didn't bother him when Eleanor glared at him, in fact it
just made him that much more determined to make her sigh and melt
in his arms.  Lowering his head he kissed her as she squirmed
in his arms, mad enough at him for mocking her response to the
punishment that she wanted to get away from him. 

Not that he would allow it.  She
almost hated the shiver of excitement that went through her as his
arms tightened, holding her in place.  The fabric of his shirt
rubbed against her breasts, which were already feeling exquisitely
sensitive, and his thigh pressed between hers, sliding against her
swollen clitoris in the most delicious way as he practically
ravished her mouth.  Moaning, Eleanor gave in, knowing from
experience that she would eventually anyway.

She had enough experience with passion
now that Edwin couldn't completely overwhelm her immediately, she
could fight her responses, but eventually the need between her legs
always won.  Because she wanted him as much as he wanted her.
 Sometimes she wondered if part of her surrender was because
she worried who he might turn to with his passions if she didn't,
but she also knew it was mostly because she truly loved making love
with him.  If she didn't then she wouldn't care if he did this
with someone else.  

Clinging to him, she began to push his
clothing off of him, undoing the buttons down the front of his
shirt to get to his skin.  Edwin loved that during the time
they'd been married Eleanor had become more forward in what she
wanted, that she'd started to learn how to touch him, how to drive
him wild.  Not that she'd needed to do much in the first place
to make him out of his mind with lust for her, but he lost all
control when she began to touch him with those tremulous, curious
fingers of hers. 

It didn't take very long for their
combined efforts to shuck off the rest of his clothing and then he
was tossing her up onto the bed, her stockings and garters still on
but slipping.  He liked the way she looked with nothing on but
those delicate scraps, and as he moved into position between her
legs he ran his hands up the silky material and then to the
different, but no less soft and satiny, smooth skin of her thighs.
 Eleanor whimpered a little as he pushed his hands beneath her
bottom, squeezing the pink cheeks, and her hips rocked upwards.
 

Lowering his head, he chuckled as he
heard her moan when he planted a kiss on her hip rather than on the
wet flesh of her womanhood.  Her hands came down on his head,
trying to push him lower, but he was enjoying teasing her too much.
 Kneading the stinging flesh of her bottom, he licked little
circles over her hips, ignoring her pleas and almost frantic
movements. 

"Edwin... Edwin
please...
"  He was
driving her crazy, his hands and mouth so close to where she ached
to be touched.  It felt like her lower body was on fire as he
dragged his teeth over her hip bone, lightening flashing through
her as she writhed for him.  The heat in her buttocks, the
squeezing of his hands reigniting the sting, only inflamed her
further. 

"Tell me what you want
Nell."

"You, I want you... touch me
Edwin!"

"I am touching you."

"Not there... Edwin,
please!"

She groaned as he moved upwards
instead of downwards, his mouth latching onto her nipple which was
already puckered into a hard little bud.  It soothed the needy
desire in her breast but did nothing to assuage the hunger that was
growing between her legs.  Still, at least it was something
and she arched her breast, clasping his head to her chest with her
hands as she felt the head of his cock drag wetly along her inner
thigh. 

Remembering what her husband liked,
Eleanor moved one hand down to the base of his skull, tugging
gently at his hair there as she dug the nails of her other hand
into his shoulder.  She could hear him groan around the
mouthful of breast flesh, a tremor going through his large body
above hers as she scratched a line across his shoulders.
 

Quick as a whip, Edwin grabbed her
arms and pushed them above her head, gathering her wrists together
and holding them with one of his large hands.  Eleanor
protested, but her words were drowned by a heavy moan as he
squeezed her breast with one hand, his mouth attacking her other
nipple, and the head of his cock rubbed against the wet flesh of
her pussy.  She was helpless underneath him, squirming and
needy and unable to use her hands to spur him to move
faster. 

Holding her down increased Edwin's
arousal as well as hers.  He loved to hear her voice become
increasingly ragged, her breasts heaving beneath him as she panted
for her, her arms twisting uselessly against his tight grip.
 Beneath him she bucked, her legs wrapping around the back of
his thighs as she tried to pull him into it.  

"What do you want Nell?"

"You..." she whispered, lowering her
eyelashes as she blushed.  It was part of why he made her
verbalize her desires, he loved the shy modesty that she hadn't
managed to completely shed.  "I want you inside
me." 

"Look at me," he demanded.

Blue eyes clashed with dark as he
began to push into her, enhancing the intimacy as he breached her
body and her sheath encased the head of his cock like a silken
fist.  Perfect pink lips parted on a gasp as he spread her
open, spearing her on his body, his elbows on either side of her
head, hands entwined as he held hers pressed against the mattress,
watching every flicker of pleasure and passion in her crystal blue
eyes. 

As he pulled out slightly and thrust
deeper she let out a sharp cry, her legs tightening around him as
her head fell back slightly.  He could feel her inner muscles
squeeze him and then he was thrusting again, harder, faster...
deeper.  Eleanor's throat worked, her moans and cries
increasing in volume and tempo as he took her.  Lowering his
mouth he sucked at the skin on her neck, right where it met the
shoulder, and felt her ripple around him in response.
 

She arched against him, pulling him
hard into her, her hips moving upwards to meet him as she abandoned
herself to the passionate sensuality of their coupling. His
movements became more forceful, his weight bearing down on her as
she struggled against the hold of his hands, wanting to touch
him... to wrap her arms around his neck.  The fight only added
to their ardor, their bodies rocking together in erotic rhythm.
 

"Edwin..." Eleanor writhed and
tightened.  "Oh god... Edwin..." He knew that she was getting
close when she began to sound like that, a kind of joyful frenzy in
her voice, a desperation as if she worried that she might not cross
over the edge into ecstasy.  "Oh please... Edwin...
Harder..."

The burn in her bottom as it was
pounded into the mattress mixed with the rapturous friction of his
rod rubbing against her insides, his hard groin pressing against
the swollen nub of her clitoris with every hard thrust.
 Eleanor had stopped struggling for the use of her hands, she
was beyond caring whether or not she could touch him, and in the
back of her mind she knew that it excited him even more when she
gave in on the fight. 

His cock slammed into her, again and
again, and she could feel herself come closer to glorious climax
with every pummeling thrust.  Just one more... it burned its
way from her core up through her mouth as she screamed out her
completion, her body bucking and tightening, massaging his cock as
he moved even harder and faster, fucking her through the waves of
sensation that assaulted her.  The thickening of his cock
inside of her, the pulsing heat as his seed jetted into her body,
his own shout of pleasure mingling with hers, sent her reeling down
a corridor of passionate rapture until she thought she might
actually burst from it.

When Edwin settled into the
comfortable haven of her thighs, his hold on her hands gentling as
his passion subsided, Eleanor couldn't stop the shivering gasps and
jerks as aftershocks of pleasure rippled through her.  Her
husband murmured sweet compliments against her neck, nuzzling her,
as she moaned and shuddered against him, her body slowly coming
down from the incredible high of pleasure.  Was it any wonder
she'd fallen in love with the man, she thought a little
dazedly. 

"So beautiful," she heard
him say as he kissed his way up her neck. Then he chuckled.
"Oops."

"Oops?"

Releasing one of her hands, he stroked
his fingers over the spot just between her shoulder and neck.
 "I may have left a mark."

"Edwin!" Eleanor's first
instinct was to jump up and go look in the mirror, but it was
impossible with the heavy weight of her husband on top of her.
 He only laughed as he felt her try to shove him off, putting
his lips on hers in a passionate kiss.  For a moment she
resisted and then her lips parted, letting him in.

It was a slow, languorous
kiss that had nothing to do with sex and everything to do with
sweet emotion.  The tenderness of his kiss nearly brought
tears to her eyes and Eleanor found herself surrendering to it, the
flash of anger she'd felt at discovering that he'd given her a
love-bite melting away as he kissed her so sweetly.  She loved
the way that Edwin caressed and cuddled her after coupling, it
always made her feel as though there must be something more there
than mere lust or passion.  

There had been a smugness about him,
as well, as he'd made his little announcement.  Was it
possible that he liked the idea of having his mark on her skin?
 But if so, was it a sign of possession or something
more?