long, slow, teasing arousal, and a hint of pain. This, he
knew, would deliver both. It also, produced a satisfying noise when he moved
it. In fact, he mused as he walked back to the bed, where Ara was now on her
front, the fear of what that noise could mean, was conceivably a greater stimulus
than its touch.
"On your knees, and take hold of the bed head." He
waited until she had moved and placed a high pillow between her breasts and
quim. "Is that comfortable? Flex your hand if it is, speak if not."
Her hand flexed. Satisfied, he moved her hair so her back
was uncovered, and trailed a series of nipping kisses down her spine. She
arched upwards to seek more, and he pressed her down with one hand. With the
other, he spanked her soft rear, and then slipped his fingers between her legs
to thrust one finger inside her soaked channel.
Felton looked at his cock now covered in pre-cum and standing
out proudly from its nest of dark curls. Soon, he promised himself.
Without warning, he
brought the crop down hard on her arse. The sting would be no more than that,
but the unexpectedness, he knew, would make it feel more than it was.
She moaned, and he bit back his chuckle.
"Ah, dear Ara, you were commanded not to vocalize. I'm
sure I heard a moan. Does that mean you disobeyed me?"
She was silent. Then slowly nodded.
"And if you disobey me, what then happens? You will
vocalize this."
"I am to be punished," she said huskily, her passion
evident in the slurred words. "As you so desire, sir."
"True, so, how do you think I should punish you? Do I redden
your arse with a paddle or my hand? Or do I demand you do not come whilst you
bring me to climax with your mouth?" Her eyes widened. Felton wondered if
that meant it was something she enjoyed, or something
new to her. "It may be that I’ll fill your arse and fuck you until I spill
and my cum runs out of you and coats your legs? So many choices. Or do I tie you and let you ponder on your
indiscretion? What do you think? No," he said as he correctly interpreted
the confused look in her eye, "it is no trick. You moaned when I told you
to stay silent. You will be punished. I will let you decide how." He hoped
she would choose that which she desired most. It would be an interesting
experiment. "Vocalize."
"Um. Well if I am to be honest, I would be
most punished if I did not feel your prick in me. I long for that. Your spanks
arouse me, and although you may deny me my climax, I have to tell you, I have
learned the art of bringing myself to that state." Her eyes were now full
of laughter.
She has? Felton knew he would demand to
watch her do just that, and soon. His body shook with his excitement. He was
ready to spill.
So, chastisement. If he did not plunge his cock
into her, it may be punishment for her, but it would serve him in the same way.
It seemed the expression ‘hoist with your own petard’ fitted him to perfection.
To give himself time to think, he used his hand to place two
hard spanks on each perfect glob of her arse. The skin colored delicately, like
a rose in first blush if its bloom. She wriggled and sank her upper body deeper
into the mattress, raising her arse, silently asking for more.
Felton ran his finger up her crack, and around the puckered
hole. "Soon, love, I will fill you here, push my cock into your dark warmth,
and fuck you. However, it is our wedding night." He had almost forgotten
that fact, he was so intent on their activities. "Therefore, our first
time should perhaps be conventional. After that, damn conformity, we will be as
unorthodox as we choose. Maybe another few passes of the flail first? What say
you? Vocalize."
"Yes please, sir."
H e caressed her cheeks, outlining the glow
and wanting to increase it. Not this night, but soon. Once they discovered more
about each other. He brought the crop down across the middle of her bottom, and
she jumped and sighed. He decided to ignore that. In truth, he preferred to
hear her reactions to his
knew, would deliver both. It also, produced a satisfying noise when he moved
it. In fact, he mused as he walked back to the bed, where Ara was now on her
front, the fear of what that noise could mean, was conceivably a greater stimulus
than its touch.
"On your knees, and take hold of the bed head." He
waited until she had moved and placed a high pillow between her breasts and
quim. "Is that comfortable? Flex your hand if it is, speak if not."
Her hand flexed. Satisfied, he moved her hair so her back
was uncovered, and trailed a series of nipping kisses down her spine. She
arched upwards to seek more, and he pressed her down with one hand. With the
other, he spanked her soft rear, and then slipped his fingers between her legs
to thrust one finger inside her soaked channel.
Felton looked at his cock now covered in pre-cum and standing
out proudly from its nest of dark curls. Soon, he promised himself.
Without warning, he
brought the crop down hard on her arse. The sting would be no more than that,
but the unexpectedness, he knew, would make it feel more than it was.
She moaned, and he bit back his chuckle.
"Ah, dear Ara, you were commanded not to vocalize. I'm
sure I heard a moan. Does that mean you disobeyed me?"
She was silent. Then slowly nodded.
"And if you disobey me, what then happens? You will
vocalize this."
"I am to be punished," she said huskily, her passion
evident in the slurred words. "As you so desire, sir."
"True, so, how do you think I should punish you? Do I redden
your arse with a paddle or my hand? Or do I demand you do not come whilst you
bring me to climax with your mouth?" Her eyes widened. Felton wondered if
that meant it was something she enjoyed, or something
new to her. "It may be that I’ll fill your arse and fuck you until I spill
and my cum runs out of you and coats your legs? So many choices. Or do I tie you and let you ponder on your
indiscretion? What do you think? No," he said as he correctly interpreted
the confused look in her eye, "it is no trick. You moaned when I told you
to stay silent. You will be punished. I will let you decide how." He hoped
she would choose that which she desired most. It would be an interesting
experiment. "Vocalize."
"Um. Well if I am to be honest, I would be
most punished if I did not feel your prick in me. I long for that. Your spanks
arouse me, and although you may deny me my climax, I have to tell you, I have
learned the art of bringing myself to that state." Her eyes were now full
of laughter.
She has? Felton knew he would demand to
watch her do just that, and soon. His body shook with his excitement. He was
ready to spill.
So, chastisement. If he did not plunge his cock
into her, it may be punishment for her, but it would serve him in the same way.
It seemed the expression ‘hoist with your own petard’ fitted him to perfection.
To give himself time to think, he used his hand to place two
hard spanks on each perfect glob of her arse. The skin colored delicately, like
a rose in first blush if its bloom. She wriggled and sank her upper body deeper
into the mattress, raising her arse, silently asking for more.
Felton ran his finger up her crack, and around the puckered
hole. "Soon, love, I will fill you here, push my cock into your dark warmth,
and fuck you. However, it is our wedding night." He had almost forgotten
that fact, he was so intent on their activities. "Therefore, our first
time should perhaps be conventional. After that, damn conformity, we will be as
unorthodox as we choose. Maybe another few passes of the flail first? What say
you? Vocalize."
"Yes please, sir."
H e caressed her cheeks, outlining the glow
and wanting to increase it. Not this night, but soon. Once they discovered more
about each other. He brought the crop down across the middle of her bottom, and
she jumped and sighed. He decided to ignore that. In truth, he preferred to
hear her reactions to his
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