Chapter 18

Hailey

I stared at my husband, trying to comprehend the words he’d just said because they made no sense.

“You want me to ask for a spanking?” Why on earth would anyone do such a thing? And yet, my bottom tingled, almost like it was anticipating the act.

“Yes.” Ignoring my astonishment, he sauntered over to the bed, leaving me where he’d set me down in the middle of our room, and sat on it. His dark eyes gleamed as they met mine, and he patted his lap. “I want you to strip down naked, put yourself over my knee, and ask your Daddy for a spanking.”

It was so wrong, yet I felt my pussy clench at his words. I couldn’t actually want to do what he was requesting, could I?

I did have to do it, though. That or go back on my word. I had promised him I would do anything he wanted. And he wanted this. My breath hitched. At least he didn’t want to use the belt.

His gaze was riveted to me as I started to strip, my cheeks heating in a hot blush as I removed my clothing while he watched. My skin felt hot and tight, my nipples puckering in reaction to either the cool air in the room or my increasing arousal—it was hard to tell which.

I felt almost hypnotized by him, my clothes dropping to the floor. There was some part of me, back in the recesses of my mind, that couldn’t believe what I was doing, was horrified by my willing participation in this debauched behavior. But somehow, even that part added to my overall arousal, the wickedness that was curling through me in gleeful anticipation.

Would anyone who had known me before my wedding even recognize me in my current state? Would they believe it was me if they knew what I was doing? Despite occasionally going out with Clara, when it came to men, I had always been shy, even reticent.

Yet here I was, naked in front of a man, and the way he looked at me… I felt powerful.

He would do anything for me. He’d already proven that. Maybe it made me a bad person, but that aroused me, too. Knowing that he and all his power were at my command… this was what his mother had been talking about.

I was done fighting it. Done fighting him, done fighting myself, done fighting my feelings.

It was time to fully give in and see what I could do then.

I sashayed over to him, enjoying the way his gaze roved over my body, then I bent down, draping myself across his lap as gracefully as I could. It felt a little awkward, but he didn’t seem to have any complaints.

An appreciative groan flowed from his lips as he caressed my upturned bottom, and I could feel his erection pressing into my side.

“Please spank me, Daddy,” I said, wriggling my bottom at him. I felt saucy and sexy… and a little apprehensive, all things considered. Somehow, I didn’t think this was going to be anything like our wedding night, though.

“With pleasure, little one.”

That was all the warning I had before his hand came down on my bottom. It hurt, it stung, yet it felt good. I gasped at the conflicting sensations, rocking forward slightly on his lap, trying to sort out exactly how I felt about it. There wasn’t enough time to do so before his hand came down again, slapping against the other cheek, igniting a similar stinging burn there.

His hand came down again and again, peppering little swats across my nates, heating my skin, yet also my insides. My pussy clenched as he began spanking me harder, each loud smack echoing in my ears, accompanied by my moans and gasps as both the sting and my arousal grew.

It hurt, yet it didn’t.

It felt good, but it was pain.

I was lost in the confusion, shuddering and moaning, tears starting to slip down my cheeks, yet when he dipped his hand down between my legs, my pussy was slick with creamy arousal.

“Good girl,” he said with a chuckle.

Dipping his finger into my body, he teased me with that little bit of fullness before they retreated. A moment later, his hand came down on the spot, slapping against my swollen, eager pussy. Though he used far less force than he had on my bottom, the sting was twice as strong, and I cried out. My clit throbbed in response, as though it was begging for the same kind of stimulation.

There was something so very wrong with me.

His hand came back to rest on my warmed bottom, rubbing the sensitive skin, and I squirmed against him.

“Now, little one, ask Daddy to fuck your ass.”

My entire body tensed as a wet, slick finger pushed at my anus. He must have put something on it to lubricate it. This was exactly what I’d tried to avoid last night when he’d threatened me if I didn’t beg… but I had promised him anything. My tongue flicked out, wetting my lips as I paused.

His finger pushed at the entrance, and I moaned as it slid inside me, stretching the tiny hole, moving back and forth as if mimicking what he wanted to be doing with his cock.

“Please, Daddy…” I begged, but I wasn’t begging him to put his cock there, and he knew it.

The finger twisted back and forth inside me, igniting little sparks of arousal. Even the fact that he was invading me, knowing that I didn’t like it, somehow made me more aroused.

“You liked the spanking, didn’t you? Ask Daddy to fuck this tight little ass. I’ll make sure you like this, too.” His voice had turned coaxing, crooning, and a second finger pushed in beside the first.

The stretch burned, but like the spanking, it felt good, too. And I couldn’t help but remember how, on our wedding night, he’d made me cum while he was still lodged deep inside my forbidden hole. I whined, my muscles clenching around him as he stretched me with his fingers, preparing me for something much larger.

I panted and squeezed my eyes shut. Somehow, it was easier to say the words with my eyes closed.

“Please, Daddy, fuck my ass.” The words came out as a mere whisper of breath, barely audible.

“What was that, little one?” His fingers twisted again, then spread, pushing at my tight ring and making me squeal.

“Please, Daddy, fuck my ass!” The sooner he started, the sooner it would be over with.

“Good girl.”

But I didn’t feel like a good girl. I felt like a very bad, naughty girl as he got me into position on the bed, bent over several pillows tucked underneath my stomach, my bottom high in the air, and my nipples brushing against the bed beneath me. My pussy was aching and empty, but that’s not where he was going to put his cock.

There was a rustle of fabric as he disrobed, then the bed dipped with his weight as he settled in behind me. My breath was coming in fast little pants that got even faster as he got into position, his knees on either side of mine, closing me in.

“Reach back and hold your cheeks open. I want to see you offering your bottom to Daddy.”

It was utterly humiliating, yet it made my pussy clench. Rather than trying to protest, wanting to just get it done, I reached back and curved my hands around my hot cheeks. I could feel the warmth from the spanking searing my palms. My fingers dug into the soft, sensitive flesh as I held myself open for his cock. Not that he needed it—I knew that. This served no purpose other than for his pleasure… and that turned me on too.

The tip of his cock pushed at my entrance, slick and wide, stretching me open. I groaned as he pushed against the resisting ring, panting as the head finally breached me. It hurt, though not as much as I remembered. Because he’d taken more time with me? Because I knew what to expect now?

“Good girl, that’s it. Take Daddy’s cock up your pretty little ass.” His hands caressed my hips before gripping them and thrusting forward. I cried out as he impaled me, his cock going deeper, stretching me wider. I sobbed on a breath as the discomfort increased, bordering on the line of pain, yet I kept my hands in position, holding open my hot cheeks, my pussy fluttering in envy.

He groaned as he bottomed out, his body coming to rest against the backs of my hands and the hot flesh of my chastised cheeks. His fingers flexed on my hips.

“You can let go.”

I did immediately, moving my arms back in front of me to brace myself as he began to thrust hard and fast, using me for his pleasure. I cried out, bearing the discomfort for him, the stinging ache as he moved within me. The raw friction as he retreated, the cramping burn as he pushed in again, all of it sent me reeling as my arousal climbed higher and higher.

I cried out in sobbing gasps, the pain and pleasure spiraling around each other, combining in a hot flash of agonizing ecstasy. His fingers dipped down between my legs, making me buck up against him, my channel spasming around him as he pressed the tips against my clit.

Pure rapture exploded inside me, the pain and pleasure blending into a tumult of erotic bliss that went on and on and on…

Jack

Hailey’s ass gripped me as she came, squeezing the life out of my cock, and I groaned with pleasure as her slick arousal coated my fingers. She was so hot, inside and out, the utterly perfect wife for me in every way.

Burying myself inside her, the heat of her cheeks scorched my flesh as I began to cum. Each pulse of my cock forced my seed past the tight, clenching ring of her anus to spurt deep in her bowels. Her muscles worked, milking me of every last drop until I was left empty and panting, slumping over her.

I moved my fingers in a circle, wringing a few more small shudders of climax from her before I let her slump as well.

“Very good girl,” I murmured, pressing a kiss to her back. She made a soft moaning sound.

Compared to our wedding night, this had been almost gentle—only as rough as she and I both needed it. I knew not every night would be like this. I looked forward to the nights when it was more of a struggle, but having herself give her body to me tonight had been a gift I savored.

There would be more ways to earn rewards from her in the future, I was sure of it.

“Oh, Daddy,” she said softly as I pulled myself free from her, then she sighed and slumped even more. The little hole I’d been using gaped slightly. No longer pale from being stretched around my cock, it looked reddened and a little swollen. A tiny trickle of white cum slid from it as her muscles clenched, and it closed up again.

Smiling widely, I pulled her up back against me, her back to my front, my hand curling around her throat to turn her head so I could kiss her. My other hand cupped her breast, caressing her, and I felt her gasp against my lips.

I wondered if she realized that I was nowhere near done with her for the night.

First… a bath to give us both time to recover and clean us up.

Then… I was going to have her all over again.

Which was exactly what we did—I cleaned her up just so I could pin her to the bed and fuck her into oblivion. I made her cum three times on my cock until she was practically begging me to stop before I finally buried myself in her and filled her pussy with my second load of my seed.

Then I straddled her neck. She was half-asleep as she licked the remnants of our lovemaking from my cock and sack, making a little unhappy face at the taste… but she did it, and I savored every moment of it.

Yes, I was going to need to find as many opportunities for rewards in the future as I could.