Page 7 of His Bride

“Yes,Sir?”

“What happens to naughty wives who tease theirhusbands?”

“They get spanked until they come?” she asks hopefully, and Ilaugh.

“They definitely get spanked.” I swat the curve of her other ass cheek and she gasps. “Shhh, try tobegood.”

“It’s hard,” shewhines.

It most certainly is. I press her into my erection and think about sinking into her. Oh, we’re still so long from that tonight. “If you’d been quick aboutstripping…”

I let the rest of that thought hang unspoken as I strike her bottom again, raining down four light slaps before finishing each cheek with aheavierthud.

As far as a spanking goes, she got off light because I want to get upstairs. And as I slide my hand up the inside of her thigh, my fingers hit slick flesh before I get to herpussy.

It may have been light, just a taste of what’s to come, but shelikedit.

This time, I give her the touch she craves, sliding my fingertips around her clit as she squirms inmylap.

No coming,though.

She’ll have to waitforthat.

“I won’t bother asking if you’ve learned your lesson,” I say as I lift Ellie into my arms, kissing her as I carry her to the stairs. I’ll do this again when we return to Ottawa, carry her properly over the threshold of our home. Sadly, it won’t be while my lovely wife isnaked.

“So the cabin is nice,” Ellie says, craning her neck to catch a look at the dusk-darkened mainfloor.

“The tour can wait—I can’t.” I take her straight through the dining room to the staircase that leads to the loftbedrooms.

As this is a family cabin, at the moment my room is as vanilla as they come. A comfy queen-size bed, an armoire in one corner, and an arm chair in the other that has been there since I was ateenager.

We’ll need to do some work to make it kink-ready for our nextvisit.

I plan to make some inconspicuous alterations during our time here, but tonight I have another, moreflexibleidea.

I lay my love on the bed. “I have plans for you,Sprite.”

“I knew you would.” She beams at me and stretches. She couldn’t be moreperfect.

Or more bendy, which is key to my plan—literally, I’m going to test the bounds of her flexibility. And tomorrow we can work on putting in anchor points andthelike.

I stalk to the innocent stack of luggage piled in front of the armoire, delivered ahead of us. In the medium-size suitcase, nestled between hiking shoes and extra sunscreen, is an oversized first-aidkit.

The only thing that distinguishes this kit from the well-stocked one downstairs in the living room is that this one has a padlockonit.

And inside, along with safety scissors and bandaids, there are some coils of hemp rope, a few rolls of bondage tape, both ankle and wrist Velcro cuffs, and a set of under the bedrestraints.

I did a damn good packing job, getting all of that inthere.

I dump the kit on the bed next to Ellie and point at her. “Don’tmove.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” she murmurs, her eyes lighting up as I grab the restraint kit. It would be easier to put this on the bed if she’d hop off the mattress, or if I’d come upstairs first, but my lust got the betterofme.

On the other hand, practicality can behot,too.

“Actually, upyouget.”

She scampers over and bounces in front of me. I haul her close and kiss her hard on the mouth as I squeeze her breast, pinching her nipple for goodmeasure.

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