Chapter 12

Jack

My beautiful wife was laid out on the bed, creamy bottom in the air, ready for my discipline. I was going to turn her ass cherry red with my hand and my belt, then fuck it. I’m sure she had some idea of what I had in store for her but not enough.

Letting her simmer and think over her actions, I stepped back from her. I knew I wouldn’t be able to forget her standing over me with the knife for some time to come, though I still didn’t actually feel in danger from her. Knowing she’d contemplated it was sobering, but I was heartened by the fact she’d not only hesitated, but, apparently, she’d changed her mind.

Still, a punishment was required. She’d come far too close to doing something irrevocable and putting everyone I loved in danger. My death would have started a war between the families that wouldn’t have ended until far too many people were dead. After tonight, she wouldn’t be able to think up another thoughtless plan without remembering how she’d been punished.

I turned on the lamps by the bedside to ensure I could see before going to my suitcase. Tucked in one of the pockets were the special oil and dilators I’d brought with me just in case they became necessary—though I honestly hadn’t thought I’d need them tonight, I liked to be prepared—and my oldest, supplest leather belt.

Going back to the bed, I could see her eyes were still closed, and she was panting for breath, and when I moved around to her backside, her pussy lips were swollen and slick with her juices. No matter how she might beg or plead, what she said she wanted and what her body craved were two different things.

I was going to give her what she needed.

Setting the box of dilators and oil onto the nightstand beside the bed, I watched as her eyes opened in alarm, wanting to see what I was doing. As soon as she opened her eyes, I bent over to lay the belt, looped over itself, right in front of her.

“I’m going to start with my hand, then finish with the belt,” I told her.

Her eyes locked into the strip of leather, her tongue darting out to nervously lick her lips. Seeing her little pink tongue gave me the sudden urge to feed my cock into her mouth, but seeing as she’d tried to kill me tonight, putting my cock where she could get her teeth into it didn’t seem like a particularly smart move.

Leaving the belt where it was, giving her plenty of time to contemplate what it would feel like across her backside, I moved to kneel on the bed beside her. The mattress shifted, and she squirmed in place.

“Hold still, or I’ll tie you down, and your punishment will be much worse,” I threatened. “You said you would do anything. Well, I want you to take your penance like a good girl. If you do, I’ll go lighter on you. If you don’t, I’ll tie you down and give you the full discipline you’ve really earned.”

Unsurprisingly, she froze, then a shiver went down her spine. I’m sure her fertile imagination was already thinking about all the worse things I could do to her if she didn’t fulfill her promise to let me do whatever I wanted.

Raising my hand, I brought it down hard on the center of her ass. She jerked, her legs kicking up, back arching, head tossing. To be a helpful husband, I put my hand on her lower back to help keep her in place before spanking her in earnest.

Hailey cried out, her legs kicking as I spanked her, but she didn’t reach back to cover herself. She squirmed beneath my hand, the soft glow of the lamps providing just enough light to see the rosy hue growing on her creamy skin. I enjoyed every twitch and little sob I elicited from her. My cock was hard as a rock again as I watched her ass turn bright pink.

Once it was a reasonably bright hue, I stopped. If I had only been going to spank her, or if she hadn’t been so good about taking her punishment, I would have kept going, but there was still the belt to apply. Her skin was nicely warmed up and ready for the leather.

“Good girl,” I said, patting her bottom. “That’s enough of that part.”

I could hear her little pants for breath as I leaned over to pick up the belt. She whimpered when I pulled it away from in front of her. My hand dropped down to her pussy, to check on how she was doing, not surprised when I found her even hotter and wetter than before.

Hailey

My bottom was already on fire, and he was going to use the belt on me?

Some utterly mad part of me felt a strange sense of relief, knowing I would be properly punished for almost committing—even considering—such a grievous sin as murder. I hated that part of me. I had already learned my lesson, already turned my back against the impulse, and shouldn’t enjoy being punished for it.

Even though my skin felt fiery hot, there was a matching, pulsing heat inside me, one that yearned to be quenched.

“Hold very still, and do not put your hands behind you, or I will tie you down,” Giacomo reminded me, his voice almost tender. I dropped my head down, bracing for the impact of the belt. My bottom clenched, my fists grasped the sheets in front of me, and… nothing happened.

My head came up to look behind me and see what he was waiting for, and doing so relaxed the muscles in my bottom, giving me just enough time to see the belt falling but not enough time to tense again. Pain whistled through me, and I screamed, my head whipping back around to be buried between my hands, now clinging to the mattress for dear life.

The belt was so much worse than his hand! A blazing stripe across my bottom burned and throbbed, feeling as if the pain had sunk deep into my flesh rather than remaining on the surface as the regular spanking had. A moment later, the belt cracked across my bottom again, just under the first welt, and I screamed into the mattress, my legs kicking madly, but somehow, I managed to keep my hands in place.

I felt faint from the blistering agony pulsing through me. A litany of pleas fell from my lips, incoherent even to me, between my sobs and pants for breath. I was splintering apart from the pain, but that didn’t stop him.

Thwap!

Another blow fell, then another, fast enough to take my breath away, the searing heat lancing through me. I writhed, sobbed, and finally slumped when the belt ceased to fall again. Tears rolled down my cheeks, soaking the mattress beneath, and I gasped for air now that I could breathe again.

“Good girl,” Giacomo murmured, rubbing his hand over the sensitive skin of my bottom. I moaned at his touch, which felt almost soothing but was still overwhelming against my hot flesh. “Now, stay right there.”

As if I could do anything else. I didn’t think I’d move ever again. I didn’t care what he did next as long as it didn’t hurt like this.

A few moments later, I was proven wrong as Giacomo got on the bed behind me, then something hard and unyielding prodded at the entrance to my bottom, between my heated cheeks.

“No!” I bucked, trying to squirm away from the pressure, but Giacomo pinned me to the pillows again. “Daddy, please!”

“Don’t move,” he said sharply. I shuddered, moaning as whatever it was pushed into me. I remembered what his finger felt like, the perversely intimate invasion, but this was different, felt different. “You said you would do anything I want, remember?”

I whimpered as the thing pushed deeper, stretching me open. It didn’t hurt, but it wasn’t comfortable, either. The shame that swamped me as he plundered my most private hole was far worse than the physical discomfort. I had made a rash promise, and he’d already threatened to do worse if I broke it.

Hanging my head, I closed my eyes and let him push the hard thing back and forth in my bottom. At least it didn’t hurt, though the fact it was beginning to feel disturbingly good didn’t give me much comfort. I let out a sigh of relief when it slid out of me, though I relaxed far too soon.

A new object pushed into me, thicker and cold, not yet heated by my body. It stretched me wide, delved deeper, and I cried out at the foreign sensation.

“By the end of tonight, little one, you are going to know who owns you.” He pushed the thing back and forth inside me, a depraved mockery of sex, yet my body responded similarly. Even the burn from the belting was beginning to recede, my senses becoming confused whether I was feeling pain or pleasure.

I did feel owned, as if he controlled my responses more than I did, as if like he could do anything he wanted to me and make me like it. A few more tears of shame rolled down my face before he pulled the thing from my bottom, leaving me empty and aching.

The bed shifted behind me, then something hot and thick pressed against my stretched opening. His… his cock. I hated the word, but it was the right one, for any other felt far too benign for what he was about to do.

Crying out, I felt my toes curl as the pressure on my tight hole increased. Hands gripped my hips, holding me in place as he pushed forward, thrusting inside my forbidden channel. I made a sound like a wounded animal, half sob, half groan. He was so very large, stretching me more painfully, more deliciously than whatever he’d been using.

My empty core pulsed with envy as he drew back, then thrust in deeper, the slickly oiled length of his cock impaling me. I moaned, my head shaking back and forth in denial as he sank deeper, claiming me completely and leaving me utterly devastated by his wicked depravity. This wasn’t how a man took his wife. This was meant to punish but also pleasure, show me how little control I had, enforce his dominance over me… and it was working.

When he came to rest against my battered cheeks, I clenched around him in instinctive response as my hot flesh rubbed against his hard body. I was so full, I could barely moan, much less speak. Reaching around me, his hand slid between my body and the pillows, his fingers rubbing against my pleasure nub.

I bucked, crying out and shuddering as the combination of agony and ecstasy washed over me. He groaned, jerked inside of me, then withdrew, his fingers still rubbing over my clitoris before he slammed back home.

It hurt in a manner I could barely comprehend—a delicious hurt that made me feel so incredibly needy, the kind of hurt I wanted him to keep giving me.

I cried out as he rubbed my clit harder, the rough strokes of his cock in and out of my fundament adding to the glory rising in my core. The ecstasy was almost more intense when set against the pain still stinging my hot cheeks every time his body slapped against them.

The pleasure was all-encompassing from where he was buried to the explosions his fingers were causing, crackling along my nerves. I bucked and tightened beneath him, sobbing as the orgasmic torment drowned me in sensation.

Straightening, his fingers withdrew to curl around my hip so he could hold me in place as he pumped in and out with wild abandon. I cried out again, bucking and writhing with passion as he rode me hard, seeking his own pleasure but in doing so, adding to mine.

By the time he emptied himself into me, I was nearly insensible from the glut of sensations, limp and satiated beneath him. I could feel every pulse of his cock as he filled me with his seed.

With a sigh, he pulled me onto my side, his cock still lodged in my bottom, and wrapped himself around me. It was how we’d fallen asleep before, but now, he was in me, in a most vulgar manner, yet there was nothing I could do about it.

“Hailey. Little one.” He kissed my hair and the back of my head, and I felt my chest heave at the tenderness, so at odds with his sadistic punishment. “You are so perfect, my love.”

Rebellion stirred in my breast again.

“This isn’t love,” I whispered. “It’s madness.”

I felt him chuckle. He twitched inside me and pressed his lips to the nape of my neck.

“Then perhaps it is a mad love.” He bit the back of my neck, and I shuddered. His hands crept up my body, caressing my breasts and plumping them. I moaned but didn’t stop him, not even when he pinched my nipples hard enough to make me whimper. Already, I could feel him growing hard again, his hips shifting to thrust forward a bit, the seed he’d already spilled easing the passage of his thickening shaft. It hurt, and I liked it. I whimpered.

Yes, this was indeed madness, and there was no escape.