Claimed

“Please,” she blurted. “Not the whip. I’ve been a good girl.” The words tumbled out before she could stop them. She bit her lip to keep from saying anymore, quailing as James’ face darkened.

He reached for her throat, his strong, large hand closing over it. He squeezed as he said, “Did I ask you a question, wife?” Mutely, Kelsey shook her head, trying to keep her panic at bay as he squeezed harder. “Then keep that pretty mouth closed and take what’s coming to you.”

He let her go, and she swayed on her toes, the rough rope tight around her wrists. He stepped to the side. She could see him in her peripheral vision as he pulled back his whip arm. The first snap of the leather against her ass stung, but not as much as she’d feared.

I can do this, she told herself. I can take the whip for James, and then he’ll be pleased with me.

The second stroke was harder than the first. It was followed by a series of short, sharp flicks, the tips of the leather tresses stinging like little bees over her ass. Kelsey began to dance on her toes as she struggled not to make a sound. James had taught her that the obedient wife does not cry and plea for mercy, but takes what is given in stoic silence.

He struck her again and again, until her ass and the backs of her thighs were on fire. In spite of herself, she began to whimper. She bit her lip and squeezed her eyes shut in her effort to stay silent.

Then he struck her back—hard.

As much from surprise as pain, Kelsey emitted a yelp as she tried to twist away from the stinging lash. Another blow landed squarely across her shoulders. He had never hit her before anywhere but her ass and thighs. The sting along her back was sharper and much harder to take.

“Silence, wife!” James shouted. He struck her back again and again until it stung as much as her ass ever had, and more. Somehow she managed to stay reasonably quiet after the first cry, though tears were coursing down her cheeks. All thoughts of pleasing James had fled. She just wanted to get through this.

Just when she thought she couldn’t take another stroke, James appeared in front of her, his cock still rigid, a drop of pre-come wobbling at the tip. He pulled back his arm and let the lash snap over her bare breasts. Kelsey gasped in pain. He struck her again and one of the lash tips caught her directly on the right nipple. The pain was blinding and she screamed.

James slapped her across the face. “Silence!” he roared. He struck her breasts again and again until the tender skin felt flayed and torn. Though Kelsey bit her lip as hard as she could, she couldn’t stop the whimpering cries that escaped. He had never whipped her for so long, or so brutally.

It wasn’t fair! She was a good girl!

Finally, finally, he dropped the whip. “What do you say?” he demanded.

Tears were streaming down Kelsey’s face and it was hard to catch her breath, but she knew what was expected, and that it would go worse for her if she didn’t answer. “Thank you,” she managed.

“What’s that?” he snapped, frowning. “Aren’t you forgetting something?”

“Sir!” she cried, panic making her squeak. “Thank you, sir.”

He nodded and reached for her wrists. Kelsey hadn’t realized how hard she’d been tugging on the rope, but she realized it now as James unknotted the restraints, and she both saw and felt the rope burns caused by her struggles.

It’s over, it’s over. Now he’ll comfort me. He’ll hold me and tell me he loves me. He’ll run a hot bath for me and let me soak in water made fragrant with lavender bath oil.

But he didn’t do that.

Instead he pushed her to the ground, forcing her onto her stomach against the wide-planked pinewood floor. Her skin was stinging from shoulder to thigh, her tender breasts mashed against the ground, her wrists throbbing. James crouched behind her, pulling her to her hands and knees while thrusting his cock into her. She felt the skin tearing at her entrance as he rammed himself inside her. He was grunting like a feral animal, his fingers digging hard into her hips.

“Kelsey, Kelsey, Kelsey,” he chanted as he rutted inside her. At least the hard cock pummeling her offered some distraction from her torn, flayed skin. It was only a minute or so before he stiffened and then jerked, climaxing inside her with a cry.

Once he pulled out of her, Kelsey’s instinct was to curl into a tight ball on the floor, but she felt James’ strong arms go around her, and then she was lifted into the air and pulled close against his chest.