reminded myself these were the hard blows and soft would come next. I held on to that, clutching the sheets in my fingers as the next two were laid across my fiery skin.
‘Here we go, seven and eight,’ Chuck said, but, instead of landing them, he trailed a fingertip down my ass crack; finding the unyielding ring of my anus, he pressed enough to send another flare of anxiety through me.
I tensed and relaxed when he withdrew. When I relaxed, he dropped the final four spanks in quick succession, muttering to himself as he did.
Then there was silence. A great vacuum where nothing existed but the rush of blood in my ears. The torturous pain bled into dully throbbing pleasure, my pussy picking up the tempo of my heart. I moaned, hair hanging in my face. I felt him sit, the bed dipping just a bit with his weight.
‘Stand up, Alice.’
I stood on legs so weak they felt made of water and air.
He smiled. ‘Come on. Come to me.’ He sat at the foot of our bed – sitting up straight and proper, knees together, feet on the floor. He was big and handsome and muscular. A sweep of sandy hair over his forehead and impossibly dark-brown eyes. He watched me and I felt ridiculously naked. Whatever lay beyond naked, that was how I felt.
When I finally stood before him, he said, ‘Spread your legs some.’
I kicked my stance wider and my husband – calm, cool and collected – drove a thick batch of fingers into me. Three, if I saw right. His thumb found my clit, his fingers my G-spot, and I chewed my bottom lip to keep from weeping.
Through it all, I touched the small silver lightning bolt at my throat.
He patted his lap. ‘Come on.’
I followed his lead and held his offered hands while I straddled his lap. His hard cock nudged the split of my nether lips. All of me so wet with juices, the easy slide of his shaft along my clit made me freeze. I felt like I might come at any moment. Pain was dancing with pleasure and the result was a confused kind of urgent need.
‘Raise up a little.’
I pressed my weight on my knees, raising my body so Chuck could rake his tip along my hole, and when he said, ‘Lower,’ I sank down on him one agonising inch at a time.
When he was fully seated in me, stretching me gorgeously, he said, ‘Do. Not. Come.’
Eye to eye he waited for me to nod and I started to pray. Please God, please don’t let me come. Please don’t …
I lost my train of thought as he held the meaty part of my hips and rocked me, manipulating my motions so the pleasure built and built and built until I was nearly weeping with trying to restrain myself. With every motion, he drove up under me in short little bursts and, when I thought it was too much, I sobbed aloud and he tsked gently.
‘OK, I’ll take pity.’ He sounded so reserved but his eyes were glazed and his jaw was tight. I was not the only one who was being tested.
He pulled free of me by pushing me back and the next order was issued. ‘Over my knees.’
Oh fuck.
I sighed mightily, more from trying to get enough air than anything else. Slowly, I dropped to my knees and started to drape myself across him.
‘Oh, before you do, take care of this,’ Chuck said.
My lips on his soft fragrant skin – steeped in the musky scent of me and my arousal – I lapped at him. Licked him clean so his erection bobbed against my mouth. And when he told me, ‘Enough,’ I got my revenge by sucking him very hard one time in the way I knew always pushed him too close to the edge for comfort.
Chuck grabbed my long wavy hair and tugged me hard enough to bring tears to my eyes. ‘I said enough.’
And then I was over his knee.
These are gentle. Don’t worry …
Problem was, gentle was worse than hard. Strokes one and two on my warm throbbing skin nearly made me come.
The thud rode through me and I felt the first tender flex of orgasm in my pussy.
Fuck.
‘Count the rest for me, so I don’t forget.’
‘Three, four …’ I sighed.
He stopped to insert a finger into me. Chuck twisted it and pressed it and nudged it until silent tears rolled down my cheeks.
‘My goodness, someone is tight.’
I didn’t say anything. When the next blows fell, I whimpered, ‘Five, six, seven …’
This time he smoothed his hand up my spine, slowly trailing his fingertips up the ridges of my spine so all the fine hairs on me rose up and quivered.
‘And the final ones.’
Tap-tap-tap.
He was barely striking me. It was just a mild vibration coursing through me, adding to the cacophony of arousal in my body. I pressed my thighs together and then realised that was stupid when I damn near orgasmed.
‘Now go get us that nice bottle of wine.’
‘I … what?’ I blinked and stood slowly. His hands on my arm and my spine as I rose, steadying me chivalrously.
‘Go get us some wine. Take a little break before we go hard again.’
I took a deep breath to steel myself but as I turned he grabbed my wrist and tugged me back to stand right in front of him. ‘Oh, I almost forgot.’
Chuck pressed his face to my pussy. He found my clit with the tip of his tongue, snaking it between my shaking legs to lap at me. He licked and licked and then sucked the hard knot of flesh.
All I could hear in my head was don’t come … do not come … don’t come, Alice. I heard it all the way up to the moment where I gripped his broad freckled shoulders and came. My pussy offering up a rush of fluid with every spasm.
Chuck calmly licked me clean and when his bright eyes found me he smiled. ‘Uh-oh. Looks like someone is going to deserve every hard spank she gets. Now get the wine.’
He pinched my ass then, hard enough that my ears started to ring and my slick cunt grasped up around nothing again.
I hurried down to the kitchen on leaden feet. After finding glasses and a corkscrew, I paused to watch new snow falling. Just flurries and fluffs blowing in the wind. But pretty. And I imagined how it would feel to let that snow kiss the blushing flesh on my bottom. How cool it would feel when it melted on the pain-painted skin. How good.
I heard a creak upstairs and made my way back upstairs, legs shaking, flesh burning. ‘Here we go,’ I said softly.
Chuck had opened the blinds. Our bedroom sat high above other houses – this being an addition. So the only ones who had a view into our room despite the falling dusk were squirrels.
‘Pretty,
