Page 16 of Desire and Discipline
Though there was heat in her words, it was carefully controlled, making it clear that she had spanked him with deliberate intention. The spot stung deliciously, and his dick throbbed in response. Her hand came down again on his other cheek, matching the spot.
“You should have trusted me.”
Yes.
Another stinging swat, right next to where the first hand landed.
“I do not want a marriage full of secrets and lies.”
“I’m sorry, my Lady. I will not do it again.” He could not hold back the response, even though he was not sure if she wanted to hear it from him.
“No, you will not.” This time her low, confident tone reached right through the center of him, and he shuddered at the hot need that curled within, his hips moving to rub his cock against the chair.
Her hand came down again and again, stinging his skin, heating it with every slap of her palm against his flesh. The heat was growing inside and out, tightening his balls and heightening his senses. Knowing it was Priscilla applying the discipline made it all the more intense for him.
My wife is punishing me.
It felt wrong. Taboo. And so very good.
When she stopped, he whimpered, but then he heard Lady Cross approaching him.
“Here, dear, try it with this,” Lady Cross said in an approving tone. “It will save your hand the trouble.”
“Thank you,” Priscilla replied primly, as if Lady Cross had just handed her a cup of tea.
Joseph might not be able to see it, but he knew that whatever the Lady had just given his wife, it was hardly as innocuous as Priscilla made it sound.
A moment later, when hard wood crashed against his already sensitive flesh, he groaned at the bite of the paddle.
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Priscilla
The wooden paddle was not light, but it was very effective, and it did help with the stinging of her hand. She had not thought about the ramifications of using her own palm. It had been very satisfying at first, but the enjoyment had faded as the discomfort in her palm grew.
Still, she had liked seeing her handprints on Joseph, knowing he would be feeling the same sting. His soft groans had sent ripples of arousal through her, making her feel achy and swollen between her legs.
The paddle was heavier, the sound a meaty thwack rather than a sharp slap, and it was able to cover far more area. Priscilla watched, fascinated, as creamy skin turned pink, and pink skin brightened after the very first blow. She was going to have to work on her strength to be able to keep up more than a few with the paddle.
Using two hands helped, though she also worried about hitting Joseph too hard until she saw the way he moved his hips, rubbing the front of his groin against the arm of the couch. With his eyes closed, his lips parted to emit low groans, it was impossible to ignore that he was enjoying his punishment.
Which hardly seemed the point.
It was both arousing and frustrating.
Pressing her lips together, Priscilla let the paddle drop by her side. His buttocks were now pink all over. Fascinated, she reached out with her free hand to touch. Joseph groaned as she stroked the warm skin, a shiver that she could actually see going up his spine. Her fingers were not enough. She placed her whole hand over his hot flesh and squeezed.
He groaned, moving his hips again.
“Hold still.” The order came naturally, a firm command, and he froze in place.
Now, it was her turn to shiver. That had never happened before. Not with anyone. And she did notlikeit—she loved it. Loved giving her husband an order and seeing himobey.Not because she was forcing him to, but because he wanted to.
That was as much a pull for her as the pain, she realized.
There had been nothing holding him in place for the spanking and paddle other than his own desire.
Catherine came up beside her, nodding approval.
