Birching His Bride (Domestic Discipline 1)

The position was incredibly vulnerable, with her upper body on one side of his legs and her legs on the other, her bottom tilted upwards over his lap, and now he wanted her to spread her legs? "Do it now Eleanor. I told you, the longer you take, the longer your punishment will take."

A sharp slap to her thigh made her shiver and slowly she complied, burying her head into the coverlet on her bed as tears of shame sprang to her eyes. While she'd had to spread her legs for the occasional birchings she

'd received in the past this was a much more intimate humiliation. Already she'd found the difference between bending over a chair and bending over a man's lap, especially a man such as Edwin. His hand caressed her bottom in an almost loving manndr, exploring the rose and cream skin, and Eleanor bit back a moan, not wanting him to know that this vulnerable and helpless position was arousing her, and certainly not wanting him to know the complex storm of emotions that accompanied his touch.

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Beautiful. The hand prints he'd left on each cheek had faded somewhat, leaving only the slightest pink glow on her creamy skin. This position over his lap with her legs spread made her much more open to punishment than having her over his lap with her legs together. The night rail bunched around her waist only drew more attention to the delightful globes of her ass, the open leg position exposing her dusky bottom hole and pink cunny with its fringe of damp curls. He could see, quite clearly, that dew was already gathering on her petals. Something about being punished by him appealed to her as much as it did to him. This was a much more exposed position, to both his eyes and his hand, and Edwin's pulse raced as his cock throbbed against her stomach for the second time that day.

Especially because he already knew that he had no intention of denying himself the pleasure of spending in her body after this punishment.

"Why are you being punished Eleanor?" he asked, wanting to draw out this moment, to enjoy the feel of her body on his lap and the sight of her unprotected and waiting bottom, the pink shell of her cunt just below. Besides, it was best to ensure that she knew exactly which behaviors she was being punished for.

"For lying." Her voice was tight and resentful, but he decided not to add to her punishment for that now. One step at a time and it was good that she was answering him.

"And?"

"For being disrespectful." Not that her current tone of voice was at all respectful. But time enough later on to work on the small things, for now he would focus on punishing her for the larger transgressions.

"Good. One." His hand came down hard on the same spot he'd spanked earlier. "Two." He hit the other cheek on that same spot. "Three." Now his hand began to wander. Because this was her second spanking of the day and the nature of her transgressions Edwin had decided it should be a little more punitive, especially considering how long it had taken her to get into position. Forty should do it.

By ten Eleanor was crying again, her muffled gasps into the bed only serving to arouse him further. Her bottom was turning a delightful shade of rosy pink and slowly darkening as he spread the punitive slaps across its creamy surface. Firmly he brought spanks eleven and twelve down on the sensitive skin of the underside of her buttocks, right in the crease between her cheeks and thigh, and Eleanor shrieked, her legs starting to close a bit to protect herself.

"Open," he said, giving two sharp smacks to her inner thighs and she yelped and spread again. Another slap landed on her rump. "Thirteen."

"That should be fifteen! You just gave me two on my thighs!"

"That was to keep you in position, not part of this punishment," he said firmly, pressing down more firmly with his forearm, which was laid along the length of her back to keep her in position as she started to try and squirm away. The movement rubbed against his erect pego and he had to stifle a moan. A glance showed that she was gripping the bed sheets with her hands; her bottom was already looking hot and each new slap must have stung quite a bit. Grinning, he landed another one on her rump, smacking a spot that looked a little bit less pink that the rest of her buttocks. "Fourteen."

Eleanor squirmed and bit at the sheets, yelping and crying as he spanked her, but she didn't try to get away again until he reached twenty.

"Twenty one."

"No more! That's enough!" She wriggled, forcing him to haul her back into place.

"This is punishment, Eleanor. It's not for you to say when it's enough, it's for me." He was surprised to realize that she obviously thought she would get no more than what he'd given her this afternoon. Still trying to control things. Had her father always kept the punishments the same or warned her if it was going to be different? Well, he thought to himself with a grin, she'd certainly have a time adjusting to Edwin's particular brand of discipline. He much preferred the idea of keeping things interesting.

Again he gave two hard smacks to her thighs, making her squeal as his hand came down hard on the tender skin, pink splotches appearing immediately. "Now stay still and I will finish your punishment."

Now the sobbing began in earnest as she pleaded with him, her cries for mercy only arousing him further. Really her bottom wasn't even red yet, just a nice shade of dark pink. Going by the birching he'd witnessed a few years ago he knew that she'd had much worse from her father. Perhaps she thought to manipulate him into being less harsh with her.

When he reached thirty he smacked the sensitive skin in the crease between her buttocks, allowing his fingers to slap against her exposed crinkled hole and Eleanor shrieked her loudest yet, trying to jerk upwards against his forearm, but he held her firmly in place. As he landed another smack in the same location she screeched and began to close her legs again in an attempt to protect the sensitive nerves that were bundled there. Edwin immediately stopped spanking her.

"Spread your legs immediately Eleanor or we'll start all over again," he said in a tone that brooked no argument.

Sniffling Eleanor complied. The soft skin along her crease looked red and puffy and Edwin avoided it for a few more slaps before laying another one down her crack. She cried out and squirmed but kept her legs open, and so Edwin rewarded her by making the last blow to her cheek rather than down the center, although he filed the knowledge away for later. Now that her punishment was over Edwin caressed her buttocks gently, soothing the ache that must be in them. His hand dipped lower and lower over her hot skin as she mewled and pressed her head down into the bed as if embarrassed.

When he reached her quim he understood why. Eleanor was aroused, very aroused going by the substantial amount of cream coating her folds. Sopping wet. He groaned as he plunged his fingers into her hot core and she wriggled on his lap, trying to escape the intrusion of his fingers, but Edwin just held her firmly as he began to push them back and forth inside of her, mimicking what he wanted to be doing with his cock. God his wife was a treasure; not only used to a firm hand of discipline, but apparently as heated by it as he was.

As he fingered her, enjoying the soft squelching noises of her wet pussy and the whimpering moans emitting from her lips, he continued to caress her hot cheeks with his other hand, squeezing slightly and enjoying her sounds of protest as his firm grip reignited the pain from her punishment.

Finally he couldn't take it any longer. Removing his hand from her wetness, he pulled her night rail over her head before practically tossing her onto the bed.

"Edwin!" she said in a shocked tone as she turned to look at him. Edwin was already divesting himself of his clothing as she stared up at him with something approaching horror. "You can't... we can't possibly..."

He snorted. "Don't try to tell me you don't want it wife, you're soaking wet."

Heat flushed her cheeks and she tried to scoot away from him. Although he had undone the front of his trousers he hadn't pulled them off yet; he crawled onto the bed after her, grabbing her ankle and enjoying the view of her naked body. Between her legs her pink lips glistened, the blonde hair that framed it was slightly darker with her juices and her rosy nipples were erect and begging for attention.