Birching His Bride (Domestic Discipline 1)

Sharply but not painfully. Eleanor jumped at the contact, more indignant than anything else. It didn’t hurt, no, but she wasn’t entirely pleased at this turn of events. The first time he had spanked her over his lap she’d been unwillingly aroused by his nearness, by the intimacy of it. Now, over his naked lap, she was more aware than ever of the heat of his body, the press of his cock against her side. There was no doubt that her husband found punishing her bottom arousing, but she hadn’t realized that it would feature in a fantasy, she thought they’d do something new!

“I love seeing your pretty bottom turn pink,” Edwin said, lifting the hem of her skirt up so that he could see the creamy globes, caressing and then spanking again. Eleanor blushed to hear him speak so indelicately, somewhat shocked at his admission. She hadn't been unaware that disciplining her had an effect on him, but she had certainly never expected to hear him express such a sentiment! The hand on her bottom lingered after each sharp bite, as if he was rubbing the slap into her skin, but instead of increasing the pain the caresses somehow turned the pain into something else. Something hot and wanton, not quite pleasure, because it still hurt, but something that wasn't punishment at all.

Burying her face in the bed she muffled her whimpering moans as he slapped and caressed, all too aware of the excited increase in his breathing, the hardness of his manhood pressing against her body. Her own sensual heat was rising along with the temperature of her bottom; Edwin had been nothing but truthful when he'd said that not all spankings were the same. This one was a wholly new experience for her, the biting smacks and the firm press of his fingers rubbing against her skin as the silky night gown slipped and slid against her body was arousing her to an almost painful degree.

When his hand dipped down to press between her legs, Edwin found that his wife was sopping wet, her curls soaked with honey. A throaty cry fell from her lips as he thrust two fingers into the ready aperture, penetrating her swollen heat. He nearly groaned as he felt her flex around his fingers, pumping the digits back and forth in her clasping hole for several strokes before pulling them out and sucking the juices from his fingers. Eleanor writhed on his lap, a vision of golden hair and ivory skin, the pale rose of her bottom matching the delicate pink of her nightgown. She had submitted completely to him, allowing him to indulge in his fantasy without protest, responding to it with all the ardor he could have wished for.

SLAP!

His hand came down on her upturned bottom again, and he gripped her flesh harder this time, digging in his fingers a bit and enjoying the way she writhed on his lap. "Do you like it Eleanor?"

SLAP!

Gasp. A low moan. Fingers pushed inside of her and then pulled out as she tried to move her hips back to catch them. SLAP!

"I can feel how hot and wet you are." The masculine growl in Edwin's voice was becoming deeper, almost threatening. "I want to hear you say it Nell."

SLAP! She flexed her fingers in the sheets, feeling almost dizzy with the overload of sensations as his fingers delved her depths again, craving the sensation of being filled. Was she silent because she didn't want to answer or because she didn't want him to stop? Eleanor wasn't sure.

SLAP!

Edwin's hand came down across the swollen lips of her sex, the strike reverberating through her center as she arched her back and let out a cry that was half-protest, half-ecstasy. It stung, it burned... and it felt so good. Her insides clenched and pulsed emptily, hungering, wanting.

"Edwin..."

"Tell me," he insisted, rubbing his fingers over her pouting flesh, cleverly avoiding the erect bud of her pearl, circling his fingers around it and teasing her senses. She felt nearly mindless from the wash of sensations coursing through her.

"I want you," she whispered, almost shyly, turning her head just slightly to peek at him through the falling locks of her hair. He wasn't looking at her face; his eyes were greedily, hungrily drinking into the sight of her bottom as he ran his hand over the warm flesh, before bringing it down hard again. For the first time she saw his face as he spanked her, the hot, hard expression on his face, the eagerness in his eyes, the way his tongue flicked over his lower lip as if he was tempted to somehow taste her reaction.

"That's not what I asked Nell," he said, and now he did turn his head towards her face and she quickly turned hers away, her cheeks blushing hot pink, as if she'd been caught doing something illicit. There was something feverish in her husband's dark eyes, making them glow with faint embers, like charred logs in a dying fire.

For a moment she was silent, feeling Edwin's long fingers caressing her warmed bottom, sliding down over the wet curls around her sex, trailing along the crease between her buttocks and her thighs, and then returning to curve over the pink globes in a proprietary manner.

"I like it." Although her voice was soft, it wasn't quite a whisper, more of a confession, a thread of wonderment in her voice at her admission. "Not... I don’t like it when you spank me to punish me. But I like this." Shyly she peered over her shoulder again, meeting Edwin's eyes. There was a strangeness to the expression on his face, something she hadn't seen before. As if her words had affected him more deeply than he'd anticipated.

The intensity of electricity between them seemed too much to bear and he tore his gaze away, returning it to her exposed bottom. Raising his hand he let loose a flurry of spanks on her vulnerable cheeks, giving vent to some of the emotion that was constricting his chest. Her cries of pain and pleasure as she jerked and shuddered over his lap did the same for Eleanor, submerging these new feelings into overwhelming physical sensation.

Then she was turning - or rather, being turned - and she found herself on her back, Edwin tugging the silky nightdress from her body. Willingly she raised her arms and let him bare her completely. The soreness of the skin across her bottom was filled with a sensual heat; he hadn't spanked her long enough or hard enough for it to truly hurt, only enough to ignite the fires of her passion, that part of her inner desires that responded to being spanked by him.

He scooped up his cravat from the floor and grasped her wrists, deftly winding the fabric around them as Eleanor blinked with surprise, completely taken aback.

"What-?" Eleanor started to ask, blinking her startled blue eyes as Edwin lifted her arms above her head, forcing her to lie down on her back with her hands almost pressing against the headboard.

"This is part of my fantasy," he murmured into her neck, his fingers deftly tying the cravat around one of the posts in the headboard. Eleanor's soft body beneath him was shivering with excitement, her hard nipples rubbing against the wiry hairs of his chest, and he was exerting every ounce of his willpower not to just thrust into her and take her immediately. But he wanted to enjoy this moment, to indulge his senses, and drag this experience out for as long as possible, especially now that she was bound and completely vulnerable to him.

Part of her thought that she should have been frightened, her hands twitched as she realized that she was securely restrained and couldn't move her arms at all, but instead she found her excitement rising as she began to breath faster. Anxiety rose along with her anticipation as Edwin raised himself up on his forearms to look down at her, as if she was a tasty treat that he was going to devour. She'd often thought he looked like a dangerous predator, so darkly masculine with a potent air of power to his movements, but now she realized that she also trusted him. Strange... how could she trust a man who had taken a birch to her unwilling backside? Who had brokered a marriage deal with he

r father behind her back and not even allowed her half a Season? And yet, now that she was completely helpless before him, beneath him, she realized that she did trust him at least enough not to be frightened even though she was at his mercy.

Edwin didn't miss the trepidation on his wife's face or the lack of real fear in her eyes; she was unsure of what his intentions were but she was not afraid of him. The surge to take her, possess her, claim her, was rising higher than ever before. This honeymoon they'd taken had done more than helped them to settle into their marriage, it had strengthened the bond that had already existed between them to a degree that he had never thought possible. Looking down at her like this, her cheeks becomingly flushed, eyes glowing as if lit from within, with her peaked nipples and supple, ready body, he knew that he would never get enough of having her in his bed, in his life. The time spent together had uncovered the young woman he'd thought must have been there, the sweet, friendly girl that she'd been when she was younger, only in an older and much more appealing package.

Was she the reason he had never considered marriage before? Was it possible that he had been waiting for her all these years and hadn't even known it?

Lowering himself on top of her, Edwin captured her lips with a kiss, plundering her mouth as his hands ran down her vulnerable sides. He could feel her shiver beneath him as the helplessness of her situation was reconfirmed as she automatically moved to embrace him, her bound wrists tugging uselessly. Moaning into his mouth, Eleanor's body undulated beneath him as sensual excitement ran through her. They'd spent more than enough time in bed for her to know exactly how pleasurable it could be, and she could sense that there was a new urgency to Edwin's caresses, a new kind of anticipation in the taut lines of his body. Having her bound beneath him was exciting them both.

Somehow it made the sensations even more intense as he began to kiss his way down her body, her sensitive neck and collarbone, his hands cupping and kneading her breasts. She could do nothing but moan and lay submissively, accepting his touch, unable to reciprocate. When he began to suckle at her nipples she cried out, his teeth were biting into the tender flesh almost painfully and yet her back arched, thrusting her chest upwards as if begging for more. The rosy bud jutted out wet and proud when he pulled his mouth away, a darker pink than its counterpart due to his ministrations, and he moved his mouth to the other, biting and sucking just as hard as his fingers tormented the previous object of his affections.

"Edwin pleeeeeeeeeease," Eleanor keened, her hips lifting and pushing against his hard body as he tugged and twisted one nipple, nipping and sucking almost brutally hard on the other. "Be more gentle..."