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I like it when she begs. I like it when she saysplease.
Fuck, my cock is ready to burst out of my uniform pants. I resist the urge to reposition myself. Soon. I’ll be inside that quivering pussy of hers soon. Once her spanking is over, I will take her from behind.
And I won’t be gentle about it.
I plan to fuck her as hard as I’m going to spank her.
By the time I’m through with her, she’ll be well-punished with a sore pussy, my seed dripping down her thighs.
Chapter13
JUDITH
I whimperwhen Luka removes his hand from between my thighs. I clutch his shoulders because if I let go, I’m certain I’ll sink to the floor. Our eyes lock and my pussy quakes at his stern demeanor.
He’s still planning to punish me.
My pulse quickens and I swallow hard, willing him to just get it over with. Once he finishes spanking me, will he touch me again? Will he allow me more pleasure? I long for him to stroke my clit again, to rub my moisture over my pulsing nubbin and bring me to a release.
He steps back far enough that my hands drop from his shoulders, but he then grabs my upper arm and starts walking me toward the far corner of the room. It’s awkward to shuffle along beside him with my pants and panties tangled around my knees. The moisture leaking from my pussy rubs between my thighs with each quick step.
Confusion spreads through me when he pushes me into the corner. He places a hand on my lower back and leans down until his breath hits my earlobe. A shiver courses through me even as heat continues pulsing in my core. Not for the first time in his presence, I can’t seem to catch my breath.
“You will stand in the corner, princess, and think about your actions. I want you to think hard. Think about how it’s a simple thing—me asking you to refrain from the use of foul language. As I’ve said before, as the wife of the commander in charge of this settlement, other women will undoubtedly look to you as an example. If your behavior isn’t exemplary, it reflects badly on me. If other women witness your rebellion—and yes, I consider the use of foul language a rebellion—you could very well incite unrest among the other American women here. And I won’t have it. We are trying to build a peaceful settlement here as the war dies down, and this place will likely be our permanent home.” He strokes my hair for a moment before he backs away.
I stare into the corner, stunned that he’s making me stand here like a naughty little girl who disobeyed her father. That’s what I feel like right now. A fresh wave of embarrassment rushes through me and my face heats further.
Incite a rebellion?Pullllease. I’m not trying to do that. I curse to express myself better, because I like it and because after all these years it just comes naturally, and a couple of times I’ve used foul language recently just to piss Luka off. The idea that dropping an F-bomb now and then might cause all the American women in the Deep Creek settlement to rise up and revolt against their Zasforran husbands is absurd to me.
I resist the urge to glance over my shoulder at Luka. But I can feel his eyes on me. The intensity of his stare is hot on my back and as strong as a physical touch. My pussy is still throbbing, but I know if I press my legs tightly together in an attempt to relieve some of the pressure, he’ll know what I’m doing. I don’t want him to realize how desperate I am to come.
A few minutes pass and I become antsy. It’s all I can do to remain still as I stand in the corner with my pants and panties still resting at my knees. The cool air of the room waves against my soon-to-be punished bottom and occasionally drifts between my thighs.
I feel vulnerable standing in the corner with my bare bottom on display. And when I think about how vulnerable I feel… well, for some reason, that makes the aching in my womanly core deepen. It makes me want to reach between my thighs and rub one out before Luka can stop me.
Would he be displeased if I stole an orgasm? Would he punish me harder than he already intends?
My stomach flips as a vision of him wielding his leather belt flashes in my mind, and I strive to keep my hands at my sides and away from temptation.
Eventually, I find myself thinking about the relative peacefulness of the Deep Creek settlement. I observed hundreds of people today as I stared out the windows. Women and men going about their day. I saw children, too, and a few elderly people. The Zasforrans are taking care of those who cannot fend for themselves. They aren’t the monsters my own government would have me believe they are.
During my spying today, it became clear that there’s a structure to this place. Everyone has certain jobs they are expected to perform to ensure the smooth functioning of the settlement. This place has a soul—it’s a small but tight-knit community of people—Zasforran soldiers and Americans, mostly women—who work together and help one another.
Uncertainty sweeps through me at the thought of leaving. Because there’s a very good chance Luka is right—I’m safe here but I wouldn’t be so safe if I escaped and traveled west. The road west is fraught with danger. I know that better than most. My own parents perished as they tried to escape.
I hear Luka stand up and my body reacts instantly—my nipples harden and brush against the fabric of my shirt with each rapid breath, my heartbeat quickens, and my skin prickles hot and cold with awareness.
Damn it.
I want so badly to despise him, I want so badly to hate this settlement, but despite myself I’m beginning to wonder what it would be like to stay. What would it be like to start a new life here among Luka’s people?
When he reaches me, it’s all I can do to keep from whimpering with need. I’m on fire for him, aching for his touch. I want to feel the scrape of his beard between my thighs again as he brings me pleasure with his mouth. Jesus. I really need to get my thoughts and desires under control. If I’m going to escape this place…
Again, my resolve to leave falters.
Would it be wrong if I stuck around for a while? Would it be wrong if I gave this place a chance? If I gave Luka a chance?
He places a hand on my shoulder. “Step out of your pants and panties, young lady. It’s time for your spanking.”
