Dealing With Discipline (Domestic Discipline 2)

"If you don't stop resisting I'm going to add another ten strokes to your count," he warned her as her free foot came a little too near his face.

His wife made a little humphing noise but she stopped trying to kick him and let him pull her body down so that she was lying flat on her back. Edwin flipped her over and placed the hairbrush down on t

he bed so that he could wedge some pillows under her body until her creamy bottom was pointed towards the ceiling the way he liked it. Picking up the brush again, he tapped her on the back of the thigh with it.

"Spread your legs."

After a momentary wiggle, as if she wanted to resist but knew that it would only cause her more trouble, Eleanor did as he asked. Reflexively, Edwin held his breath as her thighs parted, followed by the outer lips of her pussy to reveal the glistening pink interior. As usual, his wife was aroused even if she was furious with him.

"Good girl." His voice was tight with lust, just like the front of his breeches. Raising the brush, he brought the hard wood down on one plump cheek.

CRACK!

The flesh jiggled as Eleanor let out a muffled squeal. It occurred to Edwin that he hadn't removed the gag, which he had intended to do because normally he enjoyed listening to the various noises Nell made when she was receiving a spanking, as well as doling out extra punishment when she cursed or threatened him, but with a shrug he decided to leave it on. For someone as vocal as Eleanor it would serve as an extra punishment, being unable to express herself.

SMACK!

The brush came down on her other cheek, matching it to the first; they now both had bright red marks in the center.

THWACK!

Edwin set to her punishment with fervor, although he remained firmly in control of himself which was why he'd taken so long about coming back to discipline his wife. He hadn't been sure of his control before and he certainly wasn't going to try and punish Eleanor when he was feeling so undisciplined himself. Now, after having made the arrangements to go to Bath and then his estates, he was feeling much calmer and in a much more suitable frame of mind to chastise her soundly.

Creamy cheeks jiggled and turned hot pink under the steady assault of the brush as Eleanor wailed and begged behind her gag. She was well disciplined though, her legs didn't kick up very often and she always hastily returned them to their original place - if she didn't do so quickly enough then she got a short tap on the back of her thigh which smarted horribly. Edwin could see her pussy plumping and becoming even juicier despite her tears and the quickly reddening state of her bottom.

Even though her bottom was on fire and Edwin was still raining down blows onto the tender flesh, Eleanor couldn't quite bring herself to be sorry for her actions. The possessiveness, the heightened and uncontrolled emotions it had stirred up in her husband were too important to her. Although the throbbing, stinging, burning skin of her buttocks were making her feel almost regretful that she felt the need to keep pushing him rather than just accepting what their relationship was for the moment and putting off discerning the truth of his feelings for later.

The hairbrush bit into her flesh yet again, right on her sit spot and she jerked as the hot pain flared. For the first time she was glad of the gag, she could scream and cry as much as she wanted and the sound was muffled enough that she didn't have to worry about anyone other than Edwin hearing her. Just like the ropes around her wrists which took away her choices, it also gave her a freedom that she hadn't had before... there was only one choice left and so there was nothing to do but revel in it.

With Eleanor's pert bottom glowing, Edwin placed his hand over the hot skin and nearly groaned with appreciation. As much as his wife decidedly deserved her punishments, he couldn't deny the effect they had on him as well. He was never sure whether or not he sometimes wanted her to do something to deserve something much more severe than a light, erotic spanking, just because he did love to see her creamy skin turned bright pink and red. The muffled cries from behind her gag made his cock jerk with each one and as he dug his fingers into the soft, tender flesh and heard her mewl, it did so again.

Letting her lay there for a moment, crying freely now that the spanking was over, Edwin began to pull off his own clothing. He struggled a bit, his own eagerness hindering him, and by the time he was completely naked Eleanor's soft crying had considerably diminished. Fetching a clean handkerchief from their bedside table, he turned his wife over onto her back.

Immediately she squealed and pushed her bottom upwards, her feet firmly planted on the bed, to keep her weight off of her poor, aching nates. Edwin chuckled as he used the handkerchief to clear the remnants of her tears from her face, ignoring the glare she gave him and the jerking of her head which indicated she wanted him to take the gag off now.

"It occurs to me, my dear, that there might be quite a few benefits to leaving your gag on," Edwin said, almost conversationally as he straddled her waist, settling his weight down - not so that it was fully on her, but so that it made it more difficult for her to keep her bottom off of the bed. Cupping her breasts, he began to fondle them, his cock bobbing above her soft skin and practically between the two mounds. Eleanor glared at him and jerked her head again, a slight frisson of pain crossing her expression as she lost the fight to keep her bottom off the bed, her leg muscles burning with the effort. Smiling lasciviously, Edwin pinched her nipples between his forefingers and thumbs, rolling the little nubbins back and forth. "For instance, there's no tempting me with your sweet words to hurry things along... I can take as long as I want..."

Flashes of pleasure slid through the throbbing waves of pain from her spanking as Edwin began to fondle and pinch at her nipples with a kind of perverse glee. Eleanor had certainly learned what things to say in order to make Edwin lose control, she knew how much he liked to listen to her beg, but now she couldn't even do that! All she could do was writhe and press her thighs together, trying to quell the rising heat in her core as her husband squeezed the soft flesh of her breasts, tugged and pinched and rolled her nipples, and teased her until she thought she might actually explode.

It was utter torment, to have her body so highly aroused without any kind of relief and no end in sight. Edwin seemed fascinated by her responses as the pleading sounds behind her gag grew in pitch and frequency, tears actually beginning to leak from her eyes again as the acute need to orgasm grew and grew and grew. Her nipples were becoming highly sensitive under his tugging fingers, her pussy felt so swollen, and she could actually feel fluid leaking down from her slit and to the bed beneath her, her juices were flowing so freely.

Every writhing movement reminded her of her spanking as the burn flared and sparked, yet it did nothing to quell the pleasure and ache that was growing inside of her, it only added to the tumult of sensations until she could barely tell where one began and another ended.

"You know...." Edwin mused, pressing her breasts around the length of his cock and finding both the sensation and the visual to be rather stimulating. "I think I could very easily use those oils Wesley gave us to make your breasts just as slick and inviting as your pussy... why I could spend myself right here and never touch your sweet little quim at all."

The very idea made Eleanor mew and writhe frantically, her blue eyes feverish and pleading. He grinned at her, enjoying the stark erotic need that he'd awakened in her body. The idea of using her breasts to find his gratification appealed to him greatly, but it was an experiment to be made at another time. Once he'd had the thought, he just wanted to see what kind of effect it had on her.

Not that Nell didn't deserve a bit of extra punishment really, but more than anything he wanted to exhaust her to make her more malleable. Really was there anything more malleable than a female wrung out from sensual pleasures? He could tell from the expression on her face and the look in her eyes that she was more aroused than he'd ever seen her before. Pleading blue eyes gazed up at him, without a hint of any emotion other than desperate need, her wriggling movements and thrashing legs told him all he needed to know about the state of her desires.

Deciding that he'd enjoyed her breasts for long enough, he smiled down at his wife as she almost sobbed with relief when he began moving down her body. The smell of her arousal filled his nose almost as soon as he knelt between her legs. She was sopping wet, the golden hair around her pink lips dark with it, her inner folds s

oaked with cream.

Almost as soon as Edwin placed his mouth on that honeyed opening, Eleanor screamed and her body arched against his sucking lips, a violent climax ripping through her. It was all the pent up energy from the spanking and Edwin's extended tormenting of her breasts and nipples rushing out in one glorious burst.

Smiling, Edwin pushed her thighs wider apart and began licking up her cream, laving his tongue over those soft folds as Eleanor's culmination began to recede, leaving her panting and satisfying that overwhelming need that had consumed her. She moaned some more, wriggling fretfully as he continued to lick and suck at her tender petals which felt incredibly sensitive in the aftermath of her orgasm.

Sliding his hands beneath her, Edwin wedged her legs apart with his shoulders and cupped the hot glutes of her bottom in his hands, squeezing gently. The mix of pleasure and pain that he was creating in her core had Eleanor arching and moaning. It was bliss, it was torment, and she was helpless to resist whatever Edwin wanted to do to her.