Page 176 of Dirty Discipline, Vol. 1

David unbuttoned her denim shorts and lowered them along with her panties.

She clamped her eyes shut. She’d also never watched herself get disciplined before, and she wasn’t about to start now.

“Open your eyes, love. I was thrilled when I saw our room had this set up with the vanity dresser. I think it’s important for you to watch me while I discipline you. I want you to see how important this is to me. You’re my wife, and I care for you more than anything else in this world. It’s imperative that you don’t hurt yourself through stubborn pride.”

She obeyed and looked at him in the mirror as he spoke. Then watched in complete confusion as he grabbed a tube of lube she had just unpacked out of the drawer in the nightstand by the bed. He also put on one of the medical gloves in their intimacy kit.

She did not ask though, waiting to see where he was going with this.

“Spread.” He said as he nudged her legs with his free hand.

She did and watched in the mirror as he squirted a liberal amount of lube on his pointer and middle finger. She gasped when he applied the slippery liquid between her butt cheeks.

She rose to her toes as his finger slid inside her asshole. This was not something he had done before. They had a good sex life when he was home, all her pregnancies were proof of that, but her “backdoor” had always been firmly closed.

“David! Wha… what are you doing?”

His finger went deeper, almost painfully, and he pressed up against her body. “I am reminding you that you are not in charge, Mrs. Faherty. You don’t get to just ‘decide’ what you’re going to do with your time and body.” He pumped his finger in and out as he spoke causing her to moan involuntarily. “Which isn’t even an accurate statement. On our wedding day you gave this body to me, so it’s my body. You don’t get to decide to disregard the safety and well-being of my body. My wife. My unborn child.”

He pulled his finger out and she thought the lesson was over, but then she felt much fuller and realized he now had two fingers up inside her formerly unfingered hole. It was slightly uncomfortable physically and mortifying emotionally, but also filled her with a sense of safety she hadn’t experienced in years. That knowledge to her very core that she was David’s wife, and every drop of her being wanted to surrender to him.

“Yes, sir. Yes, David. You’re right. I… I wasn’t thinking about the baby or, or obeying. I’m s-sorry.” As she spoke and he continued his invasion she realized despite the obviously disciplinary nature of this entire ordeal, or maybe even because of that, she was flooding with arousal. It was getting harder and harder to focus on anything, but the deep longing she had for her husband to fill every part of her. Not just her bottom.

Her legs began to shake, and he scooped her up and moved them both to the bed. But instead of laying her down to meet her sexual needs, he sat her on his lap. After dropping the gloves on the floor, he grasped her chin firmly.

His demeanor was the opposite of aroused. Looking sternly into her eyes he spoke with a serious tone. “I’m serious, T. I can’t allow you to put yourself at risk anymore. Physically or in any other area. Even if I have to tie you to the bed, you’re going to rest. We have a month here in this new place where there’s no FRG, no homeschool co-op, no one outside of our family vying for your attention. I need you to take this as seriously as I do.”

Tori’s feelings of arousal dissipated as he lectured and disappointment landed like lead in her belly. Usually when he scolded, she went into immediate contrition, but right now she just felt mad that he pumped her up, literally, and then just left her hanging.

“Ok, David. Yes, I understand. Rest. Protect the baby. I get it. Since I’m not permitted to unpack, can I just take a nap please?”

A look of uncertainty passed over David’s face. “Tori. What’s wrong? Discipline doesn’t usually make you angry. Am I missing something here?”

Frustrated tears filled her eyes. “I don’t know. Maybe it’s just the pregnancy hormones, but you came home and it has felt like everything’s been about the baby and making sure I’m resting. And, I'm grateful you’re taking charge. I really am, but you’ve barely even tried to kiss me let alone made love to me. And, when you…” she faltered. “Did what you did over there. It made me feel like I used to when we couldn’t keep our hands off of each other. I thought you were going to… we were going to…”

David’s face softened and his confusion cleared. “You want to have sex?”

She gave a shy smile. “I want to have mad horny rabbit sex.” She pointed at her belly. “Like Trish said, it can’t make things worse.”

David laughed loudly. “Well, I can’t argue with you there. I haven’t pushed for sex because I was trying to keep you rested, not rev you up. But, I’d very much like to have ‘mad horny rabbit sex’ with you.”

He wrapped his fist around her hair in a makeshift ponytail and tugged firmly.

She moaned. “Mmm, I’ve definitely missed that.”

Still grasping her hair, he leaned in, capturing her lips in a deep kiss. His tongue filled her mouth, taking away her ability to breathe for a moment.

When she could catch her breath, she whispered in his ear. “I’ve missed that too.”

He grabbed the hem of her shirt and yanked it over her head, kissing her now exposed skin.

She closed her eyes, moaning happily as his lips gently caressed her arms and shoulders.

David reached around, adeptly unclasping her bra. He brought his mouth to her breasts, suckling first her left nipple and then her right.

Tori could feel milk dripping from her breasts as he sucked and moved to cover them, but David pressed his hand against her chest forcing her to lay down in the bed. He growled as he licked the droplets off. This was another thing they’d never done. Breast play rarely coincided with the months she was breastfeeding. It wasn’t something they had talked about intentionally avoiding, it had just never come up.

Tori felt no shame, only excitement at sharing this with her husband.

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