Page 87 of Romancing the Rifleman
He turned his head, smiling as if she’d said something wonderful.“You’re not going to punish me for it.Are you?”
She picked up on his cue.“I most certainly am,” she said, climbing off the bed and taking up the riding crop.“Don’t even think of protesting.You know you deserve it.”
He groaned, angling his backside toward her for easy access.She gave him a light swat across the buttocks.“Harder,” he said at once.“You can hit me harder than that.”
She swallowed and tried again.The crop made a sharp snap as it contacted his skin.Harrington moaned, but not in pain.
Encouraged, she swatted him again, and again.The crop left light red marks on his pale skin.
Harrington squirmed in what appeared to be a mixture of pleasure and pain.“Talk to me,” he gasped.“It makes it better when you tell me how naughty I’ve been.”
She spanked him again.“You certainly have been naughty,” she improvised, trying to think of something to say.She noticed that his staff had thickened again between his thighs.“And what is this?”She leaned forward and ran the tip of the crop gently up and down his length.“Why, if I didn’t know better, I would think you were enjoying your spanking!”
He dropped his head.“God, you’re so good at this!”He glanced at her over his shoulder, his eyes filled with affection.“I knew you would be.”
Relief washed through her.She felt ridiculous, but she was doing this for him, not for her.As long as Harrington seemed to be enjoying it, that was the main thing.
She started to reach for his cock again, but then hesitated, because doing so would require her to put down the whip, and she wasn’t sure that he was ready for his spanking to end.
“What is it?”he asked, sensing her unease.
“I was thinking I should stroke your cock again,” she admitted.“But I also feel like I should spank you some more.”
“Order me to do it,” he suggested eagerly.
Ah.That would work.She made her voice haughty.“Take your cock in your hand, if you like it so much.”She snapped the crop against his bottom.“That’s an order!”
He groaned as he complied.She spanked him twice more.“Look how naughty you’re being, touching yourself when I’ve specifically told you not to!”
This was a patently ridiculous statement, as she had been the one to order him to touch himself.But, judging by the delighted smile Harrington cast her over his shoulder, it had been the right thing to say.“So naughty!”she cried, swatting him again with the crop.“So very, very naughty!Don’t spend.You mustn’t spend.Youknowyou’re not allowed to spend…”
She was starting to feel like she was getting the hang of it.Harrington certainly seemed to be enjoying her attempts, clumsy as they felt.She carried on spanking him, telling him all the while what a very naughty boy he was being, until he gasped, “I can be good!Really, I can.Let me make it up to you.”
This was the next phase that he had told her about.When he was ready for the spanking to end, he would offer to make it up to her.
She had a feeling she knew what his method of choice was going to be and felt a damp pulse between her legs at the prospect.But she lifted her chin and tried to sound aloof.“I should like to know how you think you can make up for your abominable misbehavior.”
A soft smile graced his face.He sat up, wincing slightly as his bottom touched the soft surface of the bed.He was already drawing up her skirts.“Let me show you.”
He knelt at her feet, crawling beneath her skirts as he pushed her thighs apart.She must have enjoyed tormenting him more than she’d realized, because when his tongue found her little pearl, she was ready for him.
She knotted her fingers in his hair, not troubling to be gentle as her breath came hard.
“That’s it, Diana,” he breathed against her thigh.“You taste so good.Let me give you some tongue.”
He proceeded to do just that, driving her over the edge in a matter of minutes.
He scooped her into his arms, laying her out on the bed and stripping her naked.“If you think you’re forgiven,” she began.
“Not yet,” he said, smiling as he stroked his hands up and down her arms.“But there’s more I can do for you.Let me show you how good I can be.”
He proceeded to stroke every inch of her body.He kneaded her shoulders.He caressed the length of each finger.He rubbed her feet with firm strokes.
It was relaxing and arousing in equal measures, and when he came to her breasts, he made no pretense of “massaging” her there, instead suckling a nipple into his mouth and titillating her until she was squirming on the bed.
“Harrington!”she gasped, spreading her thighs wide and trying to push his head down where she needed it most.
He grinned.“Oh, do you need a more…intimatemassage?”
