Page 216 of Dirty Discipline, Vol. 2

“Yes, I did. But when I have a wife, I will expect her to be fully nude when I spank her. And considering I plan on making you my bride sooner rather than later, I would like to do it this way from the start,” Caine explained. “Now, Neely, I know you have never been spanked before so I will walk you through it this one time. But from this moment on, I will expect you to do what I ask without arguing or talking back. Do you understand?”

I looked down and nodded. “Yes.”

“Now stand up and remove your clothing,” Caine ordered again in a firm but loving voice.

I stood and began to remove my clothing as quickly as I could. My hands were shaking, and I was starting to feel dizzy. All the different emotions flooding in were so confusing. How could I be scared and excited at the same time? How could I be nervous but aroused? How could I feel so much love as I undressed to get punished by Caine? I had no idea what the answers were, but I did know I had secretly been waiting for this day.

I removed the last of my clothing and stood fully nude waiting for Caine to direct me as to what to do next.

“Come here and place your body over my lap,” Caine stated firmly.

I walked over, and without pausing, did exactly as he asked. I felt a rush of arousal overcome me as I felt his muscled thighs press against my nude body. Caine positioned me so my bottom was perched high and on display. He nudged my legs apart and began to rub my bottom. I was so turned on that I wanted to beg him to just fuck me right then and there. Chills went down my body, and I felt moisture form between my legs. Caine traced a finger down the seam of my ass and seductively dipped it into my wet pussy to collect the juices. He then moved his moistened finger to my exposed anus and pressed his finger past the tight entrance. I moaned in pleasure, enjoying the submissive feeling that was coursing through me.

Caine pressed his finger deeper before speaking. “I’m proud of you, Neely. You aren’t putting up a fight or trying to resist me. It seems like you’re already in the mindset to be punished.”

Caine pumped his finger twice very forcefully, making me moan at the sharp erotic pain. He pulled his finger out, leaving me with an empty void. It was instantly replaced with a sharp slap to my ass. I flinched with surprise, not sure how to feel or how to act. Should I act like it hurt even though it only stung a bit? Should I moan and act like it turned me on? Should I beg him to stop, even though that wasn’t what I wanted? I felt so awkward and inexperienced.

But before I could process my emotions, the spanking continued. Caine’s spanks increased in intensity and he made sure to cover all parts of my cheeks. I no longer wondered how to act or sound. My thoughts were focused on the increasing fire building on my ass.

Caine slowed his hand as he spoke. “From now on, you keep your promises. Understood?” He swatted me five more times before asking again. “Understood?” He spanked harder while waiting for my reply.

I squeezed my eyes shut as each blow landed sharply on my fiery behind. “Y…yes, understood!” I tried to squirm away from each spank which only had Caine firm up his grip. I gasped as he landed a blow under my ass in the sensitive sit spot. “Oww, Caine, that hurts!”

Caine replied by simply spanking the other side. He spanked each sit spot two more times before talking again. “Not telling me something or withholding the truth is the same as a lie. If you lie to me again, this spanking will seem like love pats compared to the spanking a lie will get you!”

I couldn’t take it anymore. Each stinging slap on my already sensitive skin was beginning to hurt far worse than I had imagined. Even though I was trying to be good, and trying to submit to the spanking, my body wanted to escape. I moved my hand behind me to shield my butt from the continued spanking. Without pause, Caine simply grabbed my hand and pinned it against my back. Panic sunk in when I realized there was no escape, and I was at Caine’s mercy. I no longer cared about how I looked, or how I sounded, or how well I acted during the spanking. I began to involuntarily gasp and whimper every time Caine’s hand made contact to my stinging behind.

Caine slowed his spanks again before speaking. “You will always have faith in our love! I want you to know I won’t leave you just because I get angry.” He continued to spank as he spoke. “I will spank you, but I will never leave you.”

A flood of sensations was rushing through me. Even though I was feeling pain from the spanking, my heart was full of love. Suddenly tears began to form. It was partly from the spanking, but also because I felt safe enough to let down my wall. The fear of failure, the guilt, and the insecurity was being released with the tears. I no longer could feel each single spank, but instead, just felt a steady pain across my entire backside. Eventually the pain was replaced with a sense of compliance. I no longer needed to be restrained, and I no longer squirmed.

Caine spanked me a few more times and then stopped. He rubbed his warm hand on my tender backside and asked, “Are we clear on what I expect from you? And what will happen if you break a promise, lie, or lose faith in what we have?”

I sniffled and barely whispered, “Yes. I’m sorry.”

Caine lowered his hand to my moist pussy and softly stroked. He rubbed his finger along my slit, wetting it with the signs of my arousal. He moved his finger up the crack of my throbbing ass, and like before the spanking, pressed his finger into my tight back entrance. He moved his finger in and out while I continued to lie splayed over his lap. I didn’t move or tense up. I completely surrendered to his probing. I had never felt so calm and content in my life. My ass was still quivering in pain from the spanking, but I was relishing the femininity flowing through me.

He removed his finger slowly. “We’re done. No more anger from me, and no more guilt from you. The issue is over and we can move on from here. I love you, Neely,” Caine explained with a firm but forgiving tone.

Caine pulled me up and wrapped his arms tightly around me. I pressed my tear-stained face into his neck, taking in his masculine scent. He rubbed my back and caressed my head and flowing hair. No words were spoken, but I had never felt more comforted. My ass pulsated, and my pussy clenched in arousal. I didn’t want to move or ever have Caine stop holding me. I could stay like this forever.

For quite some time, Caine held me and occasionally would place soft kisses on my head. Even though my ass was hotter than one could imagine, the rest of my naked body was beginning to get cold. A small shiver worked its way up my spine, and Caine quickly reached for the throw blanket which covered the back of the couch. He gently placed it over me and reached for my chin to lift my face to look at his. He smiled tenderly and kissed my lips with the softest caress. I responded by kissing back harder and with more passion. I melted under his touch. I wanted him desperately. I wanted him to take me with a pure animalistic force. My breathing became a pant as we entangled our tongues. I wanted him now!

As if Caine could read my thoughts, he pulled away. He looked into my wild eyes and slowly guided me down to his fully erect cock. Yes, this is what I wanted to do more than anything. I licked my lips in anticipation of showing him how much I loved and cherished him. Every part of my body screamed submission, and the act of taking his manhood into my mouth seemed right.

He assisted me in unzipping his pants and lowering them down his muscled thighs. I placed soft kisses down his rippled stomach, taking in his musky scent as I lowered myself to his ready cock. Caine grabbed my hair, slightly pulling. I lightly licked the tip of his cock, teasing him with my tongue. I pulled away, only to have Caine tug my hair tighter. His firm grasp, wordlessly reminding me that he was in control. I moved my closed lips to the tip of his cock and allowed the hardness of his erection to press them apart. Slowly my mouth engulfed him. I lowered my mouth, attempting to take all of him, feeling his cock push the back of my throat.

“Open up baby, take me,” Caine moaned.

I licked his shaft along the base, then back to the tip. He tightened his grip on my hair guiding me down, then back up again. He fucked my mouth with long sensual strokes. Our moans were blending together.

Giving pleasure to Caine awoke a primal need. I needed to feel his cock deep inside. I needed to be taken. With his cock buried deep in my mouth, I looked up into Caine’s eyes. He stared at me with such commitment and intensity. My eyes pleaded for more. I noiselessly begged for more. As if Caine understood, he picked me up to straddle his lap. With one quick thrust, he impaled my pussy with his hungry cock.

“Yes! I need you!” I screamed as I flung my head back in wild abandon.

Never had I felt such a need to be fucked. I needed him deep inside, more than I needed anything before. I rode his cock, driving him deeper and deeper.

“More, Caine, please give me more!” I begged. With every thrust I pleaded for him to take me deeper.

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