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Finally he called her back to his desk. He brushed her cheek, and she knew he was considering letting her off the hook. But she didn’t feel she deserved it. She needed to remember it.

“I’m sorry. I was wrong to lie and it was a terrible way for me to start our future life together. Please finish my punishment, sir.” She leaned over the table. Matt inspected her bottom. “I really can’t spank you anymore, your behind is inflamed enough, especially if that shot flares up. It’s too long a flight for that.”

“Then punish my bottomhole, please, sir,” Aoife replied. She didn’t feel she had done her penance; she hadn’t absolved herself.

Matt went back to the table beside the couch and fetched the sachet of lube. He released his cock from his pants, well engorged at the thought of what was to follow. He smeared plenty of lube first on him, then on her tight little bottomhole. Her breath hitched as he probed and pushed lube inside. He didn’t pleasure her in any way and without having to be told, Aoife understood it was part of her punishment. In spite of the absence of any other stimulation, Aoife felt her pussy flood and her clit throb and jump as his fingers breached her sacred place. She was scared—for so long she had been putting this off, and now, her first time, instead of being a pleasurable experience, was going to be rough and punishing.

She tightened as he tried to breach her with his cock. She couldn’t help it. Compared to the plugs he had used, he was huge and his cock didn’t have the benefit of being tapered at the end. It was full and wide the whole length of the shaft. She gripped onto the desk, tears pricking at her eyes. Matt stopped pressing against her anus, and rubbed her bottom until she relaxed. He pulled the cheeks apart, stretching her wide. Aoife didn’t even want to think about the fact that he was looking at her there. Slowly and gently he inserted his thumb, waiting for her muscles to stop fighting him. When they did, he moved his thumb, stretching and widening her, preparing her to take him. In spite of her shame it felt good. Very good. She felt bereft when he removed his thumb again. He pressed his cock there once more, and she forced her anus to relax. God, it felt so damn big as he inched it in, little by little. It felt like he would tear her in two at first, but once he had breached her fully, that awful stretch subsided and when he filled her, it touched a baseness in her that had her begging for more. Out, out, out he pulled and she was afraid that was it, he wouldn’t thrust, but when he thrust back in, this time her body accepted all of him and with immense pleasure at a fullness unlike she had ever experienced. He thrust in and out, harder and faster and her breaths came in little shallow pants. With one hand, he tugged on her hair, pulling her into him, but he didn’t need to—Aoife was now meeting him thrust for thrust as her body tensed and tightened. She knew she shouldn’t come, not in a punishment, but fuck, she couldn’t hold back. Her muscles clenched around him in an orgasm that seemed to go on forever, bringing the strangest mix of heady arousal and painful pleasure as she tightened around his engorged shaft, wanting to expel him, all the while spiralling on the crest of the most intense pleasure she had ever felt intensified by the thick girth pounding into her. When Aoife’s spasms finally stopped, Matt thrust twice more, long and hard, marking his ownership of her darkest place, before finally collapsing down on top of her.

“Are you okay?” Matt asked. Aoife laughed.

“It’s bit late to be worrying about that now, isn’t it.”

“Don’t start, there is plenty more where that came from,” he warned with a growl and a squeeze of her tender rump. “I’m going to take it out now, okay,” he warned. Still not fully flaccid, Aoife felt his withdrawal, wondering at how in the heck he had managed to get in the first place. He went to the sink and washed himself, bringing hot soapy cotton wool and paper towels back to Aoife, who was still on a heap on the desk. He washed her tenderly, inspecting for any signs of abrasion, pronouncing her anus in perfect condition, much to her mortification.

“Hey, you better move it! We need to eat and get to the airport. You realise Aoife Devine is nevermore going to be a patient of mine?”

Her heart sank. Surely just because they were getting married, he wasn’t going to stop taking care of her? “No, you’re not handing me over to someone else, I won’t allow it,” she protested.

“Stop jumping to conclusions. Your next appointment will be as Mrs. McDaid. I love the sound of that!”

Cleaned and dressed, they left the hospital hand in hand, ready to face their future together.

The End

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Larry might like to tell himself that he has chosen to move forward with the hotel investment only to avoid any legal difficulties stemming from the spanking incident, but he knows full well that there is only one thing in Ireland he is interested in right now, and that is a beautiful, feisty, sore-bottomed young lady named Maeve.

As the days pass, Maeve quickly finds her anger at Larry fading to grudging respect, and the memory of his chastisement begins to kindle a powerful need within her… a need only the arrogant, bossy Texan can satisfy. Maeve longs for Larry to strip her bare and claim her in a way no man has before, and when at last he does all she can do is beg for more. But will the wide gulf of the Atlantic and the hard realities of a long-distance romance tear the unlikely couple apart, or will they find a way to defy the odds and forge their passion into a lasting bond?

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