bottom
again. Even worse, the pulsing burn had an answering throb from her
core. The realization that some part of her body was enjoying
this, even if it was out of her control, only made her
angrier.
THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!
Edwin peppered her bottom with spoon marks,
slowly increasing his pace and the force as her bottom began to
twitch and heave up and down, her gasping breaths coming faster and
harder. His cock felt like it might burst out of his breeches
he was so aroused from seeing the crimson splotches which were
blooming all over her arse, it was a good thing the garment had
sturdy seams or he actually might have split one.
"Edwin, stop! I'm sorry, I'm
sorry!"
TWHACK! THWACK!
" Edwin ! You bastard, I said
I’m sorry !" The
plea and insult was accompanied by a loud sob.
He rested one hand heavily
on her lower back, holding her in place as her legs began to kick
and she squirmed and bucked against the counter top, filling in all
of the ivory skin of her cheeks with a darkening red. Why had
she insulted him, she wondered almost mournfully. Did she want him to spank
her harder with the blasted spoon? The focused impacts were
incredibly painful and yet Eleanor felt almost a lightening of her
heart as they continued, as if the guilt over throwing something at
Edwin was slowly dissipating, pushed out by the pain of her
punishment. She was strangely aware of the heat of Edwin's
hand against her back and the heaviness of his breathing, despite
her own sobbing breaths and hot bottom.
"Two more," Edwin said, slowing to
examine his handiwork. His wife was squirming relentlessly,
unable to hold still, her bottom a patchwork of varying shades of
pink. For a moment he was tempted to count and identify each
shade... salmon, coral, magenta, fuchsia...
Examining the smooth back of the spoon and
looking down at Eleanor's poor, punished bottom, Edwin was struck
with sudden inspiration.
SMACK! SMACK!
She screamed bloody murder
as the most incredible pain exploded through her body. The fire in
her bottom was nothing, nothing compared to what
rippled through her when Edwin landed the last two blows directly
on her tiny anus. Although she'd occasionally had a birch
lash at that tender spot, she'd never experienced a focused assault
on the crinkled hole, and it more than burned, it stung like all
fury.
With her legs kicking high in the air, her
hands were clenched so hard around the edge of the counter that her
fingertips tingled when she finally managed to relax them. The
wooden spoon clattered to the floor as Edwin put both hands on her
bottom, holding her in place and rubbing her abused
cheeks.
“Shh, it’s okay, it’s over now,” he murmured
comfortingly as Eleanor’s body shook with slowly subsiding sobs.
When he slipped two fingers down to her quim, Eleanor moaned and
shook her head as if to deny the evidence of her body. Edwin nearly
groaned as he found her sopping folds, hot and swollen and soaking
wet to the touch.
Why?
Eleanor didn’t know. She hated the
reaction, it was humiliating and it only served to encourage her
husband. While she hadn’t minded becoming aroused when he’d given
her a rather pleasurable spanking in Paris, this situation was
completely different. It was certainly nothing that had occurred
when her father had disciplined her. But when it was her husband
doling out punishment it didn’t seem to matter how much it hurt,
her pussy creamed itself as if the burning of her skin somehow
translated itself directly to the warmth at her core.
Perhaps it was just Edwin’s presence that made
the difference. He was certainly more creative than her father had
ever been, constantly changing the type of punishment and amount of
strokes she received. And doing so with an erotic enthusiasm that
couldn’t help but translate itself to her, especially when she saw
his eyes darken with passion and his manhood swelling with need.
She wanted him inside of her.
“God, Eleanor,” he
again. Even worse, the pulsing burn had an answering throb from her
core. The realization that some part of her body was enjoying
this, even if it was out of her control, only made her
angrier.
THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!
Edwin peppered her bottom with spoon marks,
slowly increasing his pace and the force as her bottom began to
twitch and heave up and down, her gasping breaths coming faster and
harder. His cock felt like it might burst out of his breeches
he was so aroused from seeing the crimson splotches which were
blooming all over her arse, it was a good thing the garment had
sturdy seams or he actually might have split one.
"Edwin, stop! I'm sorry, I'm
sorry!"
TWHACK! THWACK!
" Edwin ! You bastard, I said
I’m sorry !" The
plea and insult was accompanied by a loud sob.
He rested one hand heavily
on her lower back, holding her in place as her legs began to kick
and she squirmed and bucked against the counter top, filling in all
of the ivory skin of her cheeks with a darkening red. Why had
she insulted him, she wondered almost mournfully. Did she want him to spank
her harder with the blasted spoon? The focused impacts were
incredibly painful and yet Eleanor felt almost a lightening of her
heart as they continued, as if the guilt over throwing something at
Edwin was slowly dissipating, pushed out by the pain of her
punishment. She was strangely aware of the heat of Edwin's
hand against her back and the heaviness of his breathing, despite
her own sobbing breaths and hot bottom.
"Two more," Edwin said, slowing to
examine his handiwork. His wife was squirming relentlessly,
unable to hold still, her bottom a patchwork of varying shades of
pink. For a moment he was tempted to count and identify each
shade... salmon, coral, magenta, fuchsia...
Examining the smooth back of the spoon and
looking down at Eleanor's poor, punished bottom, Edwin was struck
with sudden inspiration.
SMACK! SMACK!
She screamed bloody murder
as the most incredible pain exploded through her body. The fire in
her bottom was nothing, nothing compared to what
rippled through her when Edwin landed the last two blows directly
on her tiny anus. Although she'd occasionally had a birch
lash at that tender spot, she'd never experienced a focused assault
on the crinkled hole, and it more than burned, it stung like all
fury.
With her legs kicking high in the air, her
hands were clenched so hard around the edge of the counter that her
fingertips tingled when she finally managed to relax them. The
wooden spoon clattered to the floor as Edwin put both hands on her
bottom, holding her in place and rubbing her abused
cheeks.
“Shh, it’s okay, it’s over now,” he murmured
comfortingly as Eleanor’s body shook with slowly subsiding sobs.
When he slipped two fingers down to her quim, Eleanor moaned and
shook her head as if to deny the evidence of her body. Edwin nearly
groaned as he found her sopping folds, hot and swollen and soaking
wet to the touch.
Why?
Eleanor didn’t know. She hated the
reaction, it was humiliating and it only served to encourage her
husband. While she hadn’t minded becoming aroused when he’d given
her a rather pleasurable spanking in Paris, this situation was
completely different. It was certainly nothing that had occurred
when her father had disciplined her. But when it was her husband
doling out punishment it didn’t seem to matter how much it hurt,
her pussy creamed itself as if the burning of her skin somehow
translated itself directly to the warmth at her core.
Perhaps it was just Edwin’s presence that made
the difference. He was certainly more creative than her father had
ever been, constantly changing the type of punishment and amount of
strokes she received. And doing so with an erotic enthusiasm that
couldn’t help but translate itself to her, especially when she saw
his eyes darken with passion and his manhood swelling with need.
She wanted him inside of her.
“God, Eleanor,” he
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