Rocky Mountain Romp (Rocky Mountain Bride Series Book 4) by Lee Savino Page A

your punishment?”
    “Yes, sir.” Her voice was partly muffled by the blanket, and her fists gripped the fabric. She knew if he gave her a long warm up, she could expect a serious session.
    After checking her bottom, now a blushing pink, Johnathan let the spoon fly. He started by tapping the wooden implement all over her pink skin, paying particular attention to her sit spots as she squirmed and shifted from foot to foot.
    “Hold still, Esther.” He applied the spoon to the underside of both curved cheeks. “Bottom up. Back in position.”
    With a sob, she pressed her front into the bed, raising her behind.
    “That’s it.” Johnathan bent a little, catching a whiff of her sweet musk. His wife enjoyed pain and humiliation; she might want to deny it, but her body never could. He couldn’t stop his fingers from checking between her legs, feeling the wetness soaking the plump lips of her labia.
    Esther sighed, pressing into his hand.
    “Naughty girl,” he growled. “This is not for your pleasure.”
    She stiffened, but he kept stroking her, knowing this was a far worse punishment than any spanking. But he was the master of her body, and if he wanted to tease her, he would.
    Her body tensed further, and he pulled his hand away, then brought it to his lips. “Soaked,” he muttered, and then offered his fingers for her to suck.
    Esther did so obediently, tongue curling around his fingers and hot mouth sucking. His cock was so hard he felt it might burst out of his breeches at any minute. One word and she would drop to her knees in front of him, eager fingers opening his breeches and a greedy little mouth devouring his cock…
    Johnathan groaned and took his fingers away. “Naughty, Esther.” He gave her a hard smack. “You’ll not get out of this so easily.”
    After a flurry of swats with his hand, he took up the spoon again. By now, Esther’s buttocks were red and hot to touch, and she gasped and squealed as he continued to let the spoon dance over her cheeks. He knew from testing the strike on his thigh that the spoon looked small, but fell with punishing force, leaving a sting that went deep and wouldn’t go away. Esther wouldn’t sit easy Christmas morn.
    Sure enough, his wife started the litany he knew so well, the usual pleading and promises to behave.
    “Please, Johnathan, I won’t do it again, I’ll be good…”
    He ignored her begging, keeping on until her bottom was a well roasted red. When he stopped to check on her, she still wasn’t crying hard; after years of getting into scrapes, she had built up quite a tolerance for pain.
    But he had a surprise for her. Pausing, he squeezed her red bottom, then stepped behind her to enjoy the view. Her glowing cheeks framed her cunny, the pale inner lips and golden thatch soaked with her cream. They wouldn’t be pale for long.
    “Legs apart,” he said.
    “Johnathan, no, please,” she gasped, knowing what he was about to do. Spanking between her legs was something he’d introduced a few months ago, and he had yet to use it in a serious punishment.
    “Now.” He tapped the inside of her thighs lightly until she settled into a wider stance. Her pussy lips were plump and wet, the perfect target.
    Johnathan stopped to adjust himself before taking aim.
    “Count them,” he said.
    “Oh, no.” Esther was well and truly sobbing now. At the beginning of their marriage, Johnathan would’ve stopped well before this point, but now he knew his wife could take it. She deserved a stern punishment for what she had done. Her capers were often amusing, sometimes annoying, but never so hurtful. And, if the blizzard had been any worse, positively life threatening.
    The spoon spanked between her legs with a telltale splat. Esther’s legs jerked a little but she kept them apart.
    He’d spent one delightful afternoon training her to keep still, and trust him, while making clear that her pussy belonged to him.
    “One, sir,” Esther said in such a pathetic tone, he