Rival Desires (Properly Spanked Legacy 1)

“I’ve not used this one yet. I suppose I’ve been saving it for a special occasion,” he said, forgetting to be the kidnapper for a moment. “You can let me know how it feels.”

“I think it will feel awful.” Her voice quavered as she clung to the post, for the strap looked like too much of an implement. “You will make me afraid of you again, if you aren’t careful.”

He stopped and hugged her from behind, pressing his cheek to hers. “Don’t dare be afraid of me. I’ll never give you more of a spanking than you can bear.”

She tried not to feel afraid, but she wondered if his idea of what she could bear was the same as hers. She pushed her bare bottom back against his front, and noted he was quite aroused by her predicament.

“Please, just get on with it,” she said.

In answer, her husband slid a hand down between her legs and teased her sensitive center, delaying in a most wonderful way. “Oh goodness, oh goodness,” she whispered. “Are you sure what we’re doing is proper for married couples?”

He nibbled her earlobe, adding a new layer to her excitement. “It’s very proper. Now prepare yourself for your punishment, naughty girl.”

When he stepped back, she missed his presence. Or perhaps she missed his protection, for now her bottom was exposed for spanking. She held to the post as the first blow of the strap landed. It stung awfully, propelling her onto her toes.

“Ow, please!” She gasped. “Can’t you use your hand instead? The strap feels very hot and unpleasant.”

She could swear he was holding back laughter. “I’ve hardly started with you. I’m only warming you up.”

She gritted her teeth as the next blow came, then cried out. “Ouch. Owww.”

“Shh.” He paused to place a finger over her lips. “I know you’re not the quiet type, but you mustn’t shriek and scream either. If you like, I can fashion a gag for you. That’s something a kidnapper might do.”

“No, please. I’ll behave.”

As her strapping continued, she spent half the time pretending to be a pitiful kidnap victim, and half the time marveling that her husband was so perverse, and that she was so perverse, to go along with him to this secret place.

“Please,” she begged, when her bottom felt on fire. “Please use your hand instead.”

“Like this?”

He paused with the strap to pinch her nipples, stroke her hips, and squeeze her aching arse cheeks. She was helpless to avoid him, tied to the post, but she found she didn’t wish to. In fact, she feared she encouraged his lewd gropings, pressing into his hand when he molested her between the legs. With a groan, he dropped the strap on a nearby bench and poked her backside with his stiff member.

“Untie me,” she said, her voice a lustful plea. What was he making of her? He was too skilled a lover. “Please untie me so you can push inside me.”

“I think I would rather push inside you when you’re tied. How would you like that?”

She hadn’t thought such a thing was possible. “Won’t we lie on the bench? We must lie down, yes?”

He answered her question by lifting her hips and settling her upon his shaft. As he supported her, he slid deep inside her, eased by her welcoming wetness.

“I did not…” She gasped as he withdrew and thrust within her again. “I didn’t think it was possible to make love this way.”

“There are as many ways to make love as your imagination allows,” he said, pausing to plant a tender kiss upon her lips. “Does it feel good, Ophelia? Shall I go harder, so your toes lift from the floor?”

“Per—Perhaps. Oh, that feels very naughty,” she said when he complied. Naughty, but she loved the way it made her feel. She braced against the hard pole at her front, while an equally hard pole drove deep within her, making her lose a bit of her civility. Soon she was pressing upon him like a wanton tart and begging for more when he teased the aching spot between her thighs. It didn’t feel like a punishment anymore, even though her bottom still tingled from the strapping.

As her arousal reached a fever peak, she clung to the whipping post, lost in sensuality and the scents and sounds of her husband groaning behind her. When she came off, her whole body trembled with uncontrolled pulsations of pleasure. Wescott reached his crisis just after she did, his groan deepening to a very wild-sounding growl. They’d fornicated like animals, really, but she could not be sorry for it.

“Oh, Ophelia,” he said, circling his fingers about her bound wrists. “I’m not sure if that was a punishment or a reward.”

“I think it was a little bit of both.”

He still fondled her, touching her in all her most private places. The lantern’s light flickered off the walls as she leaned into his caresses. She curled her hands into fists and tugged at the cuffs, thinking how exciting it felt to be bound and powerless. Well, with her husband anyway. He’d told her it was proper for married people to do such things together, and she would trust his word, even if she felt a bit embarrassed as he untied her hands.