Page 27 of Taken By the Soldier
Chapter14
LUKA
I watchas Judith removes her pants and panties, then I turn her in my arms and stare down at her. She’s shaking slightly, and her eyes are wide, her expression imploring. No doubt she’s still holding out hope that I’ll change my mind and let her off with a warning.
But as she’s about to discover—she’ll never be able to talk her way out of a punishment once it’s been earned. Not with pleading looks or softly spoken words of apology.
“Did you have enough time to contemplate the severity of your misdeeds while standing in the corner?” I ask, running a hand through her silken hair. “Or do you need to stand there longer?”
She sucks in a quick breath. “I don’t need to go back to the corner. I had enough time.”
“And what exactly did you think about?” I ask.
Her face reddens and her eyes widen further. “I thought about what you said. You know, about other women in the settlement looking up to me. And I thought about how peaceful it is here compared to… compared to other places in what’s left of this country. I don’t agree with many Zasforran customs, but I truly don’t wish to incite a rebellion among the other American women, not if most of them are happy here.” She sighs and casts a glance around the room before returning her gaze to me. A look of determination falls over her, and I know she’s bracing herself for the punishment she has coming. Or perhaps she’s accepting her fate.
I take her hands in mine and stare into her deep blue eyes, searching for any hint that she’s lying right now. But she appears completely truthful, and I detect no signs of deceit. She’s not just telling me what I want to hear, and God how it pleases me.
“Most of the American women here are indeed happy, Judith. Most have endured great heartbreak during the war and are glad to be living in a safe place, glad to be starting over, even if it means they must marry a Zasforran soldier.” I guide her to the bed, and I take a seat on the edge of it, forcing her to stand between my knees.
When she lowers her head, her golden hair partially hides her face. Her hands remain at her sides, though her fingers keep twitching, as though she doesn’t quite know what to do with them. My gaze falls to the pink, smooth folds between her legs. Her inner thighs glisten with the arousal that’s leaked from her pussy, and I lean closer and inhale deeply of her enticing scent.
I wait for her to meet my eyes. “I’m going to take you over my knee and spank you hard and fast now, Judith. I’m not going to stop until your bottom is bright red and well-punished, no matter how much you plead or struggle. Once I’m finished with you, it’s my hope that you’ll think twice before disobeying me again. As I’m sure you already know, a Zasforran man is the head of his household. Wives are expected to submit, and wives who are rebellious are taken firmly in hand. Do you understand?”
She nods and sniffles. “Yes.”
“Yes,sir,” I correct her. “When you are being punished, you will show me proper respect and refer to me assir. Failure to do so will result in extra punishment.”
“Yes, sir,” she says quickly, a look of alarm sparking in her gaze.
Slowly, I guide her down over my lap, taking my time to arrange her just the way I want her. I place her over one knee with her bottom lifted high in the air and her legs parted wide. Then I settle my free leg atop hers, effectively pinning her in place.
“Very nice, Judith,” I say, stroking her bottom. I watch as goosebumps rise on her flesh and a quiver rushes through her before focusing my attention on the sweetness between her thighs. “Going forward, whenever I punish you, I will require your legs to be spread just like this, even if you’re bent over the bed for a whipping with my belt. Do you know why that is?” I trail a finger lightly over her folds and she jerks faintly against my touch.
A whimper drifts up from her. “I-I’m not sure. Sir.”
“Because I want a clear view of your pussy while I’m chastising you. I want to see just how wet you’re getting. I want to see how swollen your clit is becoming, and I also want to see that tight back hole of yours clenching and unclenching.” I splay her bottom cheeks apart and nudge at the hole in question.
“Please, sir!” She jolts on my lap, but I hold her down securely as I proceed to explore this private part of her.
“Hold still,” I command. “You’re my wife and your body belongs to me. If I want to touch your tight little bottom hole, I will touch it.”
She settles somewhat, though she keeps whimpering as I continue exploring this most secret part of her. I gather moisture from her core and spread it over her pucker until it glistens.
“Please, sir,” she says in a breathless, pleading tone. “You’re embarrassing me. Please just spank me and be done with it.”
I withdraw my hand from her bottom hole and smack the backs of her thighs, giving each side two sharp slaps that make her cry out. “I decide the pace and the particulars of your punishments, young lady. Not you. Now, it pleases me to touch your tight little asshole before I spank you, and that’s what I’m going to do. Be a good girl and hold still. You may consider this part of your punishment if you’d like.”
She gasps and tries to escape my lap, but I tighten my leg around hers and press one hand on her lower back, forcing her to remain in place for my explorations.
I spread more moisture over her pucker before pushing inside, driving the tip of my finger into her exquisite tightness. Her keening whimpers fill the room.
Gradually, I shove deeper into her bottom hole, all the way past my knuckle. “Tell me, princess, have you ever taken a cock in the ass before? Has anyone ever penetrated this beautiful hole of yours?”
“No, sir,” she says in a shocked tone. “Never.”
“I didn’t think so. You’re so tight I can barely shove my finger inside you. We’ll have to do something about that—I’ll have to start training your ass to accept my cock.”
“Please, no,” she says. “Please, sir, I don’t want that, I—ohhh!” She undulates over my lap as I commence shoving in and out of her taut hole.
