Page 20 of His Loving Guidance
Chapter Two
Stephie crawled under the covers, naked, per Marcus’s instructions. Anticipation hummed through her, and her pulse increased at the sound of his footsteps on the stairs. After her punishment, they’d watched a few movies, gone on a walk around the lake, and enjoyed steaks on the grill for dinner. As she’d washed the dishes, he’d playfully swat her bottom with the same wooden spoon he’d used earlier.
Cradling her hand in her lap, she tried to rub out the lingering sting. Her heart felt lighter, and hope blossomed in her chest. It hadn’t been a spanking, but Marcus had truly disciplined her. He’d been stern and scolding, and the sting of the spoon cracking across her palm had brought tears to her eyes. The embrace afterward had been bliss. Like old times, except this time she had a sore hand instead of a sore bottom.
“Still hurt?”
She flushed and sank down under the covers. “A little,” she admitted.
The lines around his eyes crinkled as he smiled. No, smirked. “Good.”
Her insides fluttered and she drank in the nervousness, squirming as he leveled an intense look on her. Desire darkened his eyes, and she expected him to start stripping his clothes off, but he didn’t. Instead, he strode to her side of the bed, fully clothed in a pair of jeans and a button down shirt.
“Out of bed.” Each word sounded like a growl emitted from the back of his throat, and her pussy clenched at the air of authority he projected. He continued to stare at her, and she twisted the sheets with her fingers.
“Um, aren’t you going to take your clothes off?”
“Not at the moment. No.”
“But I thought—” Firm hands hauled her out of the bed, cutting off her words.
“You thought wrong, sweetheart.” He sank down on the bed and pulled her over his lap.
Her heart raced. Marcus had avoided spanky panky in the bedroom for months, or so it seemed. He’d only spanked her as foreplay if she asked nicely, and lately she’d been too frustrated to ask. He hadn’t initiated it since her illness. Joy bounced around in her chest as her heart raced faster and faster.
A warm hand cupped her bottom, and he massaged and kneaded her mounds as she settled in over his lap, blissfully resigning herself to her favorite kind of foreplay.
“Spread your legs, sweetheart. I want a good view of your pussy while I’m turning this little bottom bright red.” A light smack to her inner thigh prompted her legs to part. “Good girl,” he said, stroking her flesh.
Heat pulsed between her thighs, and her breath hitched as her anticipation heightened. The first smack came down, stinging her lower right cheek. She gasped and closed her eyes, bracing for the next blow. It came a second later, burning into her left cheek. The steady sound of Marcus’s hand slapping her bottom filled the room. Each time her legs closed, even the slightest bit, he moved to spank her inner thighs, drawing whimpers from Stephie as she rushed to open her legs once more.
“Ouch!” she said, unable to keep silent a moment longer. “Do you have to hit the same spot more than once in a row? Cheese and rice, that hurts!”
“Excuse me?”
“Stop hitting the same spot over and over again!”
He paused and she resisted the urge to reach back to rub the sting out of her backside. His fingers delved in her hair and he tugged her head back. With his other hand, he kept a possessive hold on her bottom, a warning that he could continue swatting her at any time. He was in control.
“The last time I checked, young lady, you don’t get to shout orders at me during a spanking. This was supposed to be a fun spanking, but now you’ve earned yourself a punishment for mouthing off. The fun stops now.”
She opened her mouth to protest, but a series of rapid, sharp slaps cut her off. She twisted on his lap and reached to shield her bottom, but he caught her wrists and pinned her hands to the small of her back.
“Bad girl,” he scolded, not missing a beat as he spanked.
Shock, elation, regret, and pain consumed Stephie. He was finally spanking her! Oh, but she’d been a tad naughty. And, holy crap, did it hurt. Each smack packed a powerful sting, and the slaps built up and up until her bottom was scorching. She began kicking her legs in a last ditch effort to escape. It shamed her that she was trying to wriggle off Marcus’s lap, but she couldn’t help it. It hurt so much. She’d forgotten how much a real spanking hurt.
“Please, Marcus,” she begged, kicking her legs faster. He responded by shifting one of his legs atop hers, securing her over his lap. She wasn’t going anywhere. Not until he allowed it.
A sob erupted from her throat, and she buried her face in the covers as her tears fell. Marcus laid into her sit-spot and she cried harder. She cried from pain and joy. She wept with her whole heart, giving herself over to Marcus, the husband she loved more than life itself.
“Shh.” His soothing voice penetrated her misery, and she tried to calm her emotions.
He’d stopped spanking. She took a few deep, sniveling breaths, and remained across his lap while he rubbed her back and murmured loving phrases that only served to bring more tears to her eyes. It felt like she’d waited for this punishment forever, this reconnection they’d so desperately needed.
Marcus helped her turn over and gathered her in his arms. She winced when her scorched bottom came into contact with his abrasive jeans, but she settled down into his lap and nestled her head against his chest. It felt like she had returned home after a long absence, and though her homecoming had been painful, the pain had been necessary for them both. She soaked up his strength and his power, breathing in his masculine scent and rubbing her cheek against the softness of his shirt.
“Are you all right, sweetheart?”
