Chapter 21

NATALEE

We were alone at last.After we exchanged our vows, it had taken a while to make it back to The Bluebird Inn. News spread quickly in Faircross, and many of the sirens had come outside to congratulate us, as well as others who lived in town. The mayor and sheriff, along with their wives, showed up in front of the inn as well, to offer us their best wishes. It had been a whirlwind of hugs and conversations, and it gave me hope that perhaps we would be accepted just as any other married couple in Faircross.

After all the fanfare, Mrs. Bluebird had insisted on serving us a late lunch in our room, and then she had winked and promised no one would disturb us for the rest of the day. Madame Sage had offered to throw an impromptu reception at The Sweet Siren, but Knot and I had politely declined. I appreciated Madame Sage’s offer, but after not seeing Knot for a week and missing him so much it hurt, I simply wished to be alone with him.

“Come here, wife.”

I smiled and slipped off the bed. Despite all we’d been through together, and all the nights he had spent in my room at the tavern, a stab of virginal apprehension pierced through me. I approached Knot, where he stood in front of the window, as flutters rose in my tummy. He gave me a dark look as he closed the curtains and turned to face me.

“I said come here, Natalee.” His deep voice reverberated in the small room.

Biting my lower lip, I took the final three steps that brought me directly in front of him. Moisture was gathering in my drawers already, and he’d yet to touch me. I took several deep, shuddering breaths, but the action failed to calm my nerves. The dark and primal way he was looking at me muddled my senses, making it difficult to form a coherent thought.

He cupped my face and leaned down to kiss me, sensually at first, before he thrust his tongue deeper into my mouth and claimed me with a force that had me turning to putty in his hands. I kissed him back, whimpering into his mouth, as the warm pulses between my legs became so urgent that I found myself pressing my thighs together in an attempt to relieve the building ache. In fact, I even ground my center into Knot as he kissed me, now raking his hands up and down my back and drawing me closer against his hard, muscular form. His masculine scent drove me wild, and the knowledge of what was to come had me flushing hotter.

“Now,” he said, breaking away. “Now that we are married, I expect you to obey me in all things, Natalee. Including in the bedroom. If you don’t obey me, what do you think will happen?” His voice was firm, his tone authoritative.

“Um, I will get punished?” I ventured. We had played naughty games before, during which he’d given me a specific command, such as to keep my hands above my head while he tasted me, and then if I disobeyed in the slightest, my backside paid the price. My bottom tingled and clenched involuntarily at the prospect of being on the receiving end of his discipline.

“That’s correct, my sweet wife. Tell me, what kind of punishment will you get?” His eyes blazed darker, if that were possible.

“A sp-spanking.” I could hardly breathe. “I, um, get a spanking if I disobey you.”

“That’s right, Natalee. When you disobey your husband, you will get a very hard spanking on your bare little bottom. And sometimes, if the seriousness of your misdeed warrants it, as you have already discovered, I may use a belt or a switch.”

His dominance sent a thrill through me, and I couldn’t stop the moan that rose from my throat as I stared up at him, feeling chastised for some naughty infraction I’d yet to commit.

“In fact, I think it’s time for your traditional wedding night spanking.”

I gave him a pout. “But it’s not night yet—the sun is still shining—and besides that, I have never heard of such a tradition. Why, I think you are making it up!”

He lifted an eyebrow at me. “Are you arguing with me?”

“No, sir. Of course not.” I fought to keep myself from grinning as he leveled a most stern look upon me.

He grasped my hand and led me to the bed. “Gather your skirts up around your waist, young lady.”

I did as he asked, and once I had my skirts lifted to his liking, he reached for the tie that held my drawers up. After he unfastened them, he pushed the undergarment down to my ankles. I had already removed my shoes and stockings, and I felt quite exposed as I stood in front of him with my skirts lifted and my bottom now on display.

Would he spank me harder than usual? I thought of the belt whipping he’d given me after I failed to swallow all of his seed, and heat quaked more fervently between my thighs. He was certainly capable of delivering a severe punishment.

He sat down on the bed and patted his thigh. “Show me what a good, obedient wife you can be and place yourself over my lap.”

“Yes, sir.” Keeping my skirts lifted, I shuffled closer to him, my movements impeded by the drawers still around my ankles. Goosebumps rose on my arms, and I shivered as I lowered myself across his strong, hard thighs. He arranged me with my bottom positioned high in the air, my feet dangling above the floor. I felt my drawers fall from around my ankles as he shifted me forward and gave my right cheek a quick caress before he moved to rub my left cheek.

“Now, let’s get a look at your little pucker, Natalee.”

I stiffened and tried to rise up, but he held me in place with a firm hand on my lower back. Before I could form a coherent protest, he pulled my bottom cheeks wide apart. Whimpering, I hid my face in the covers, beyond mortified. He had made love to me in a variety of positions and spanked me before, but he had never shown any attention to this particular part of me. Shame heated me all over.

As he held my butt cheeks splayed open with one hand, he delved his other hand between my thighs and swirled one digit through my moisture. He even inserted this finger inside my aching quim and pumped a few times. Then he withdrew his hand from between my thighs, leaving me bereft… until I felt him nudging at my back hole.

Tap tap tap. He tapped one finger against this most secret part of me, and my pucker involuntarily clenched and unclenched under his attentions.

He pressed into my snug hole, and I squealed and squirmed at the sudden fullness.

No one had ever touched me there before, but despite the shame of being spread open, I couldn’t deny the increasing ache between my legs. In fact, I could feel moisture escaping my quim to trickle on my inner thighs.

I moaned at the fullness of his one finger, wondering what it might be like for him to thrust his cock into this tight virgin entrance of mine. Would he ever try such a thing? My blood heated at the thought.

“I’m halfway inside you, Natalee. You’re being a very good girl.”

I melted under his praise, even as he thrust deeper into my bottom hole. He withdrew slightly only to push in further, and then he began a steady in and out motion that had me moaning, and, to my complete surprise, lifting my bottom up to meet his thrusts.

I felt wanton and beside myself with need. Though the sensation in my backside hole wasn’t unpleasant in the least, I still ached for him to mount me and push his big green cock into my wet, aching pussy.

“You like this, don’t you, Natalee?”

Embarrassment prevented me from admitting I enjoyed such an indecent act, so I stayed silent and tried to keep from lifting my hips to meet his thrusts.

He chuckled darkly. “In time, I will take you here, Natalee, with my cock. I will fuck your ass and spill my seed deep inside this puckering hole of yours.”

I gasped and my eyes grew wide. Even after all this time, I still couldn’t believe the base language he used in the bedroom, yet his words caused the throbbing in my core to intensify. Though I tried to remain unmoving over his lap, I soon found I couldn’t help but gyrate my hips, pushing back against him as he thrust his finger into me, and then lowering my center hard against his thighs in an attempt to ease my growing need.

Finally, he withdrew from my bottom hole, then gently lifted me on the bed. I curled on my side and watched in a daze as he quickly washed his hands in a rare running water basin. He hurried back to me and immediately rearranged me over his lap, this time shifting me over one knee and placing his free leg over mine. My heart raced. I’d forgotten about the spanking he’d promised me.

“Keep still, wife, or I will use my belt instead of my hand.”

“I-I’ll be good.” The one time he’d whipped me with his belt, the soreness had lingered for days.

“All right. Let’s turn this cute little bottom a nice bright shade of red, shall we?”

Before I could agree or disagree, he had already raised his hand and brought it down with a firm smack on my right cheek. He struck my left cheek next and continued alternating slaps between my bottom cheeks as I whimpered and squirmed slightly in his hold. But the male spanked so hard that I couldn’t keep quiet, let alone remain still as he laid into my behind. Well, even if I tried with all my strength to escape his punishing hand, I doubted I would even make it off his lap. He had a firm hold on me.

“I like turning your bottom red, Natalee. Do you know why?”

I lifted my head and turned to look at him, my gaze questioning.

“Because you are so adorably sweet after a sound spanking, and because I like watching you grow wet between your thighs.”

I turned around and buried my face in the covers again. But it was true. I felt my quim becoming shamefully wet, and all because my husband was spanking me.

He applied one last round of sharp slaps to my sit spot, before he turned me over and sat me upright on his lap. The sternness from earlier still lingered in his gaze.

“You took your wedding night spanking well, little Natalee.”

I felt a smile pulling at my lips and gave him a saucy look. I almost reminded him that the sun was still shining outside the curtains, but when I shifted on his lap, my sore bottom cheeks convinced me to keep quiet.

“Now, let’s get this dress off you. I want to look upon my wife.”

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I heldon to the bed rail, not daring to let go. Knot had his head buried between my thighs as he licked my womanly folds and stroked my clit expertly with his tongue. He’d threatened to spank my nether lips if I dared let go of the bed rail. Considering he’d just thrust a finger in and out of my bottom hole before my wedding night spanking, I decided it probably wasn’t an idle threat.

“You are so pink and wet and perfect, Natalee.” He looked up from between my thighs. “I could taste you all night.”

My eyes fluttered shut, and I moaned when he went back to running his tongue in slow circles around my swollen clit. I arched my center upward against his mouth, feeling my release imminent. He shoved two—or was it three?—thick fingers into my pussy and started moving in and out, then increased the pressure on my clit.

Stars exploded behind my eyelids. I came hard, moaning loud and clutching at the bedrail, struggling to obey him even as I was swept away by the most delicious, pulsing release I had ever experienced. He had loved me in this fashion before, but he had never taken his slow time and practically tortured me with pleasure before finally allowing me to come.

As I struggled for air, he situated himself between my thighs and reached for my hands, pulling them away from the bedrail. His nostrils flared as he gripped my hips and pushed his cock at my entrance. He surged all the way inside my tightness in one swift thrust.

“You’re mine, Natalee. Mine.” He withdrew from my center, only to push back inside in the next moment. He dug his fingers into my hips as he claimed me. I could tell he was trying to keep his thrusts slow so as to draw out our first time together as husband and wife, but his restraint soon crumbled.

He growled deep in his throat and commenced pounding me like a male possessed. “My sweet Natalee,” he said just before he found his release and filled me with his seed.