Page 21 of His Loving Guidance
“Yes, sir.”
“Good. Now tell me what happens after a punishment spanking?”
Her eyes grew wide, and she pulled back to peer directly into his handsome face. “Corner time?” she asked hesitantly. He hadn’t made her stand in the corner in over two years.
“That’s right. Corner time. I want you to put your nose in the corner and think about how to respectfully speak to your husband. You don’t shout orders. You don’t snap at me. If I’m spanking your bottom for my pleasure, then I expect you to take that spanking as best you can without any flippant comments. Do you understand?”
She flushed. “Yes, sir.”
“Good.” He kissed her forehead and led her to the corner.
* * *
Marcus’s swollen, painfully erect cock pressed against his jeans, threatening to bust through the zipper. He watched as Stephie attempted to remain in place in the corner. She fidgeted the entire time, stepping from foot to foot and clenching and unclenching her fists at her sides, obviously desperate to rub her sore little tush. Upon closer inspection, he noticed moisture had trickled down her inner thighs, glistening on her skin like a beacon to his cock, which twitched and swelled harder at the sight.
He glanced at the clock. Her fifteen minutes were up. Thank God.
She gasped when he touched her shoulder and leaned into her body, holding her captive in the corner.
“Have you learned your lesson, little girl?”
“Yes, sir.” Desperation laced her tone, and her shoulders moved heavily in tune with her deep, shuddering breaths.
Keeping one hand on her shoulder, he brought his other hand between her thighs. Slick arousal. Lots of it. His fingers glided easily into her inner core, and her hips shifted back as she moaned.
“What’s all this?” he asked, swirling deeper into her wetness.
Her only response was a groan. Her head fell back, exposing the hollow of her neck. Nipping at her smooth flesh, he trailed kisses from her shoulder to her neck, and up to her ear, where he sank his teeth into her soft lobe. Her hips bucked in rhythm with his thrusting fingers, and she placed her hands flat on the wall for support.
“I think I should be touching you here instead,” he said, moving his attentions to her back hole. He pushed one finger inside, knuckle deep. “Naughty girls get fucked in the ass, don’t they, Stephie?”
She whined and twisted around to meet his gaze, beseeching him with her wide, pretty blue eyes to show her some mercy. “Please,” she begged. “I promise I’ll be good. Please fuck my pussy instead. I-I just want you to fuck my pussy. Hard, sir.”
A growl ripped from Marcus’s throat, and he pushed his finger deeper, all the while holding her pleading gaze. “Maybe I should bend your naughty behind over the bed and shove my big, hard cock in your ass, Stephie. Teach you a lesson.”
Her tightness clamped down on his finger as she shook her head. He grinned and began thrusting into her bottom hole, loving the innocence that crept over her features as she continued to beg. Even after five years of marriage, she still played the part of an anal virgin every time he touched her there. She’d confessed once that the innocent act turned her on.
Marcus’s clothing suddenly felt restrictive and suffocating, and he released his hold on Stephie and backed up, ordering her to face him. Slowly, she turned around with her head bowed. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, and her nipples had hardened into perfect dark pink peaks.
“If you’re a very good girl and get into position on the bed, on your hands and knees with your bottom thrust up high, without rubbing your punished bottom in the process, I’ll fuck your pussy instead of your ass. If I see you rub that bottom once though, I’m fucking you in the ass hard, young lady.”
“Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.” Relief shone in her eyes, and she scurried into position on the bed. Once she’d settled in with her bottom raised and her legs spread wide, he began to strip off his clothing.
This was a game they used to play, and it had been so long he’d nearly forgotten the rules. If she wanted him to fuck her ass, she’d intentionally rub her bottom. Today, however, her hands hadn’t gone near her backside, and he wasn’t surprised. He hadn’t fucked her ass in weeks, nor had he plugged her recently. His little wife needed training, and his blood heated at the task before him. But not now. He’d go crazy if he didn’t sink his cock between her slick folds.
Marcus sat on the bed and swiped two fingers through her moisture, drawing the wetness lower to spread it over her engorged clit. Her pussy was shaved smooth and he easily found her delicate nub. She squirmed and writhed against his hand, her hips jerking when he flicked over the hood of her clit, rubbing her most sensitive spot. Leaning forward, he blew lightly on her pussy and circled more moisture over her clit.
“Please, Marcus, you’re driving me crazy. I can’t—”
Smack! He stung her bottom with a warning slap and brought his body overtop hers. “Do you need to stand in the corner again?” He fisted a hand in her hair and spoke directly into her ear.
“No, sir. I’m sorry.” Her body relaxed underneath his, and he basked in her surrender.
Once he secured her promise to remain in position, he returned his attentions to her pussy. He traced her bare, slick folds with his tongue, holding her thighs apart as he did so to keep her spread wide. The heady scent of her arousal filled his senses, so intoxicating, and he lapped at her clit while she whimpered and shuddered, pushing her close to orgasm only to lessen his ministrations just before she reached that precious peak. He rose up on his knees, gripping her hips as he teased her wet heat with his cock, running the tip of his length through her dripping moisture, until a sheen of sweat covered her body.
As he continued to torment Stephie, he admired her red, chastised bottom. His heart leapt to see her so well-punished yet unharmed at the same time. He’d done it. He’d finally given her the spanking she kept asking for, and he’d been too afraid to administer. He had planned the whole ordeal, of course, but she didn’t need to know that. Earlier, he’d purposefully swatted the same spot on her backside over and over again, hoping for an impertinent response. Fortunately, she’d supplied one.
“I’m still trying to decide which hole I’m going to fuck you in.” He pushed his cock head to her entrance, but didn’t thrust inside, all the while pressing two fingers against her sphincter.
Rising up on her forearms, she peered at him from over her shoulder. Those pleading eyes again. His cock jerked in his hand, as if siding with Stephie. Pussy.
His anticipation culminated into a frenzied need. He couldn’t wait a moment longer. He drove into her pussy, thrusting balls-deep in one quick movement.
“Pussy it is,” he said, withdrawing partially only to slam back into her tightness.
