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To my horror, cool air kisses my most intimate area as he pulls my butt cheeks apart, exposing my bottom hole. Oh no. Not this again. I gasp and start slightly, dreading the uncomfortable fullness as well as the shame of having this hole filled up.
He steals moisture from inside my pussy and smooths it over my pucker.
Too stunned to speak, I endure his exploration in silence, though my pulse quickens and heat flows through my veins. My pussy also aches unbearably.
“Tell me why you’re about to be punished.”
I swallow past the thick lump in my throat and say, “Because I disobeyed you and I... was disrespectful.” I almost say,because I forgot my place,in a sarcastic tone, but my brain saves me just in time.
“I think that covers it.” He applies more pressure to my bottom hole. “By the way, thisispart of your punishment.”
Before I can respond, his finger breaches my tight ring of muscle and pushes inside my snug little hole. Panting loud, I fight the intrusion with all my might, but it only causes the burning pain to intensify.
“I’m only knuckle deep with one finger, Judith. Settle down and relax this hole of yours or you’ll take my cock tonight instead of just a finger. Imagine how it would feel with my cock filling you up.”
“Please,” I beg. “I’m so sorry.”
He continues for another minute or two, then withdraws his prodding finger from my ass much sooner than I expect. He pats my bottom cheeks. “Time for your spanking. I hope the next time I order you to do something in the bedroom, especially an action as simple as spreading your pussy lips apart, you will be quick to obey, young lady, and refrain from giving me any sass.”
Chapter20
LUKA
Judith’s curvybackside blushes under my punishing hand, turning from creamy white to light pink to an even darker shade of pink as my hand descends again and again.
Whimpers drift from her as she tries to wiggle off my lap, but I keep going, spanking her hard and fast. Her head thrashes from side to side, until she finally buries her face in the covers and cries out. I shift to concentrate on her thighs, even nudging her legs wider apart to place a few blows to the tender flesh of her inner thighs, directly below her pussy.
“Who is the head of this household?” I demand, punctuating each word with a slap.
“You are!” she answers with a whimper.
I’m in charge. She needs to understand that, needs to accept me as her husband, as her leader. Her master.
I drive the lesson home by pelting the lower curve of her bottom with a series of quick, precise smacks that leave her squealing and begging for mercy. She howls out promises to obey, apologizes for her offenses, and swears to do whatever I ask in the bedroom from now on. I pause for a moment to massage her flaming bottom cheeks, then give her one last heavy slap.
“Shh. It’s over.” I turn her over and cradle her in my lap. The same strange warmth I experienced for her earlier downstairs rushes through me, and I tighten my arms around her.
She trembles in my hold and flushes deeply, looking both uncomfortable and ashamed. Tears glimmer in her eyes, and she blinks rapidly and swallows hard in an obvious attempt to rein in her emotions.
I brush errant curls behind her ears before pressing her head to my chest. I allowed her to finish collecting herself as I fill her ear with soothing phrases, calling her a ‘good girl’ and my ‘sweet little obedient wife’ as I reach one hand underneath her to rub her well-punished bottom.
The unexpected tenderness of this interaction gives me faith that she’s starting to accept my discipline. When she finally pulls back and searches my face, I give her a small smile of reassurance to show I’m not angry.
“I’ll do it now,” she says, her gaze falling to my chest. “Wh-what you asked me to do earlier.”
“Good. I was hoping you wouldn’t need a second spanking tonight.” I brush my thumb underneath her eyes, wiping up the lingering moisture.
“This is my last spanking,” she says matter-of-factly. “I intend to be on my best behavior forever and ever.”
I almost chuckle. “We’ll see. Now, lay back and pull your pussy lips apart wide. Show me what belongs to me.”
She inhales deeply and scoots off my lap. Falling back on the pillow, she opens her legs and cups her breasts. Christ, she’s going to kill me. My desire spikes hot and dangerous as she continues to knead her breasts while holding my gaze.
The naughty little tease.
She knows exactly what she’s doing.
I groan as her hands leave her bosom, traveling lower and lower, ever so slowly as she puts on a show for me, spreading her legs wider with each caress. A tremor tightens my balls when she finally reaches her pussy. She rubs her natural essence around, drawing it up from her center and over her clit.
