Faithfully (Club Decadence) (3 page)

“Good girl, now keep them spread wide.” 
Stripping off his boxers, he quickly crawled between her legs to watch.  Sitting back on his heels, he took his raging hard-on in his hand and stroked himself slowly.  Her fingers paused as she watched him. He knew she was distracted by his handling his cock.

“Do you like
to watch me touch myself, baby?”

“Yes
honey, I love to watch you.  It really turns me on.”

“The
n turnabout is fair play.  Spread those lips for me babe, and show me that hot, wet pussy. I want to see you touch yourself, too.”

Finally, she complied and she placed her small fingers on each outer lip and pulled them apart.  The cool air hitting her aching clit made her gasp and raise her hips searching for
relief.

“
Beautiful.  Now touch your clit baby, make yourself wetter for me.”  Fully aroused now, her shyness had faded and she readily complied as she circled her clit with the tip of one finger. 

“
I can’t wait any longer.”  His large hands wrapped around her thighs, pushing them towards her chest, spreading her wide, lifting her pelvis and bottom off the bed.  He moved forward settling his thighs under her butt and upper thighs.  When he let go, her legs remained in the air, her sexy high heels still on her feet.  She was
lifted
so her clit and pussy were open and available for whatever pleasures he had in mind.

“I’m gonna fuck you now
, darlin’. Hold those lips wide so I can slide right inside.”  He rose above her and looked deeply into her eyes as he slowly entered her.  Surging forward, he was fully seated with his pubic bone resting against her clit. “Hold on tight, ‘cause this is going to be fast.  We can do slow in rounds three and four.”

Peter r
ode her fast and hard then.  His arms wrapped just above her knees to hold her open for the deepest penetration.  He listened to the sound of Jo’s guttural moans and the occasional sexy grunt as he rocked firmly and deeply inside her.  Ready to explode after a few strokes, he didn’t want to leave her behind.  So, he leaned over her on one arm and moved a hand between her thighs as he began to thrum the broad pad of his thumb across her clit.  Joanna went from zero to sixty in record time and began to convulse and writhe against him as she cried out in pleasure. 

Peter wasn
’t far behind.  Thrusting hard for a few more exquisite glides through her gripping heat, he exploded into her with a guttural groan.  As he shattered inside her, his breath and the tension left his body.  Nothing felt better than this.  Collapsing beside her, he rolled her into his side as they both lay there spent and replete with satisfaction.

“I’m gonna miss you
like hell, darlin’.”

“Me too, honey.  But don’t get me started unless you want me to start crying again.”

He patted her bottom and nudged her.  “Go clean up and come back.  I want to talk to you about something and then I’ll be ready for round two.”

“I’m
too comfortable to move, Pete.”

This time the pat
on her bottom was quick and stingy.  “Do as I say, babe.  I want to taste that sweet pussy next time and I’d prefer not to taste more of me than you.”

“You are so
, bossy,” she complained then rolled to the side of the bed and stood.  She took a step toward the bathroom then turned back with a mischievous smile.  She snapped to attention and gave him a stiff salute, “Sir, yes sir.  Whatever the Captain demands, Sir.”

“Very nice, recruit.  But you’re out of uniform.”

Jo looked down then and saw that both her boobs were still exposed and pushed together by the wide swaths of satin that made up her halter top.  Her nipples were still pink and tight from his mouth and teeth.  Blushing, she righted her top and pulled down the side of her skirt that was stuck at the hip and had been giving him an eyeful of her gorgeous blonde curls.  Fluffing her hair, she paused to cock a hip and ask, “Better?”

“Hardly, baby.  Now scoot.”

When she returned, she smelled sweet like strawberries from the scented soap she used.  She brought him a warm washcloth so he could do some maintenance of his own. 

“Just in
case I want a taste, too.”

She tried to wiggle back into his arms but he
stopped her before sitting up.  Propping himself on several  pillows against the headboard he patted the mattress beside him.

“Uh oh, is this bad news?”

“You may think so, but it's not really news.  I want to talk about your behavior at the church today.”

“
But I’ve said I’m sorry for that.  I’ll call Reverend Wyatt and your parents to apologize tomorrow, I swear.”

“That’s a real good idea, Jo
.  But this is not the first time I’ve seen you blow up this way.  You're not a child anymore.  You’re a married woman and an officer’s wife.  You can’t act like that anymore.”

“OK honey, I’ll do better I promise.”

“Mm, hm.  Well, I’m going to help you keep that promise.  I’m going to help you remember by giving you a spanking.”

“
Ok with me.”

“Not a sexy, good-
girl spanking.  This will be punishment, Joanna.”

“
What?  You’re joking.”

“Do I look like I’m joking
?  I’m actually quite serious.”

“But you just said I’m not a child anymore, so why do you want to spank me like one?”

“This won’t be like anything you got from your daddy, darlin’.  This is going to be a woman’s spanking delivered on your bare bottom by your husband. Now, lay across my lap.  We’ll take care of this business and get on with our wedding night.”

“No, it’s going to hurt and it’s too embarrassing.”

“Yes, it’s going to hurt, otherwise it wouldn’t be a punishment. As for the embarrassment, I have just had you with your feet up around your ears.  I saw every square inch of you before I buried myself deep inside you.  After that, I think you’ll survive me seeing and touching your bottom.”

“But it’s different
with a… spanking.”

“I know your daddy did this to you a time or t
wo.  He told me.”

She sputtered in shock and indignation.  “But I was a child…”

“And why do you think he spanked you, for the hell of it?”

“No, he’s a good man and only did it because…
”  Joanna, despite her distress, understood where Peter was going with his questions.  Her daddy loved her and only spanked her when she messed up so bad that she put herself in danger.  “He spanked me because I was a brat and got into trouble and he didn’t want me to get hurt and because…”

“You can tell me, Joanna.  He
spanked you for the same reasons I’m going to do it now.”

“Because he loved me and cared about me.”

“Exactly. I love you and care about you too, darlin’.  And it is for that reason I’m not asking for permission.”

Before she knew it she was stretch
ed across his naked thighs and her bottom was bared for his broad hand.  He laid a muscular arm across her back and curled his hand around her hip to keep her in position. He had given her a playful slap on the bottom in the past and she’d never protested, but this was not going to be playful.  This was serious, as was her behavior and he meant to curtail it before it got worse.

“No kicking, cussing or blocking with your hand.  Do you understand?”

She nodded her head.  Biting her lip she planned to endure, thinking his hand couldn’t be worse than a switching from Daddy.  Afterwards, she planned on doing some serious thinking about her new husband and their marriage.

The first swat landed across the fullness of her right cheek.  It felt like a solid blow but nothing
she couldn’t handle.  An identical swat to the left cheek followed.  Soon he had set up a rhythm and was alternating swats from left to right, covering every square inch, even the tops of her thighs. 

He then stopped and rubbed her warm, pink skin.  He had given her about a dozen spanks as a warm up and was ready to get down to business. 
While she was in the bathroom he’d looked around for something to use other than his hand.  He found her wooden hairbrush on her dresser which he now used as a paddle, landing hard smacks that were certain to sting and burn.

She let out a startled wail as the heat bloomed
across her cheek.  Arching up and turning around, she watched the brush fall a second time.  This time it really hurt and tears sprang up in her eyes.

“No more, honey please.  Your hand was plenty.”

“My hand was just the warm up.  You are getting a dozen with the brush and if  you don’t lie back down, I’ll double it.” Peter looked into her eyes as he rubbed the cool flat side of the brush against her heated butt.  He waited for her to get back in position, but she hesitated.  “Are we really going to have a stare down contest about this?  Or are you going to be a good girl and obey me?”

“Obey?”
She was shocked. 

“You promised to do
that today.  Remember your vow to love, honor, and obey.”  He punctuated each word with a stinging swat.  “Today you have shown me one out of three.  I’m just trying to get you to understand that I will always demand all three.”

Confused, she turned around and lay passively over him.  If she
was honest with herself, she would admit that she wasn’t surprised by this.  He had always had a dominant personality and it was one of the traits that attracted her. But all of a sudden he sounded like he was a Master talking  his slave. In the past he had scolded her for staying out too late, being sassy or drinking too much.  But he had never spanked other than as foreplay to sex.  And never had he punished her before.

His deep voice broke into her thoughts
. “Another half dozen and we’ll be finished here.” 

Surprisingly,
Joanna felt a tingle start between her thighs. She was appalled at herself. Was she really getting turned on by a spanking?  And with her own hairbrush to boot. The swats stung badly, but there was something about having his hands on her naked body.  The painful fire he was igniting on her ass evoked more heat and other pleasurable sensations in areas nearby.  

Peter was noticing this as well. 
While wriggling on his lap, she gave him little glimpses of the moisture gathering on her inner thighs.  As he suspected, his little darlin’ who always liked a little rough play, was responding the same way to getting her ass smacked.

Raising his hand, he resumed her paddling raining six moder
ately hard swats to her already-red bottom.  By the twelfth she was really squirming and had begun to cry.  “It’s all over baby.”  He rubbed and soothed her angry red flesh, spending several moments caressing her full cheeks before slipping his fingers between her thighs to test the wetness there.  Her indrawn breath and soft moan were additional proof of her arousal, but the pool of juices he found inside removed any doubt.  He began to play, easily gliding through her slippery folds and in and out of her slick passage.  When he touched a fingertip to the erect bud at the top of her slit, she went off like a firecracker on the fourth of July.

After she
calmed from her second orgasm of the evening, she began to sob uncontrollably. Concerned, he rolled her over and gathered her into his arms. She flinched and cried harder when her heated ass made contact with his hard thighs.

“Baby, you didn’t cry this hard while I was spanking you. What is it?”

Having difficulty catching her breath she managed to answer him in broken speech.  “I… don’t want… you to… to… think I’m a slut.”  Sobbing, she buried her face against him.

It was all he could do not to burst out laughing. 
“Oh darlin’, I don’t think that. I know I was your first. What makes you think that?”

“I… ca
.. ca… came after.”

Rocking her gently he hid his smile in her hair. 
“Shh, it’s OK. Lots of women get turned on by a spanking. There’s nothing wrong with that.”

Sniffling, she wiped the tears from her face with the back of her hand.
  “Yeah, but before it was always for play.”  A thought occurred to her then and she asked him, “How do you know about other women? Have you done this before?”

“To be honest, yes.  I was engaged before, I told you that.
And when she got sassy or defiant I would paddle her ass. It calmed her down and helped her get back on track. She responded well to rules, structure and consequences.   I see a lot of those same traits in you.”

“But you said
she was a bitch and you were happy to have found out before you married her.”  Her eyes pooled again as she looked at him in alarm. “Do you think I’m a bitch, too? Are you regretting marrying me already?”

“Absolutely not. 
Even though you got sassy today, you are usually sweet and kind and good-natured.  She was a bitch 24/7, case closed. I said she responded to rules and consequences, not that she learned from them.  She calmed for a few days then was back to being a bitch.  But the reason I mentioned it is because I learned something from her, which is how effective a spanking can be. It's like hitting the reset button.  You take time out, address the negative situation, and deal with it.  Then you move on. That’s what I want for us to do.  So let’s hit the reset today and move on. OK?”