“Strip and kneel in the corner.” Her eyes widened just a bit, and she stared at the corner, and then sheepishly turned back to look at him, and with a point of his forefinger, he growled, “Obey.”
Drayce left the room to gather implements and strip as well but wanted to leave her alone to sort out her feelings and comply with his wishes. He tossed his clothes aside, deciding to shower quickly.
The anxiety rushed back into his emotions, thinking how close he had come to losing her.
What would I have done if I couldn’t have rescued her?
Soaping his body thoroughly, he washed clean. It didn’t take long before the worry had been replaced with true anger—anger at her defiance and impulsivity. How dare she presume that her life mattered so little to him? It’d be a harsh lesson, but she’d learn—the hard way—to obey.
Shutting the water off, he grabbed the nearby towel, wiping the water from his body. His muscles ached from the strenuous activity tonight, and he had no doubt that his girl was worn out too, but this couldn’t be delayed any further. Besides he did not doubt that Artemis and Zorander would be listening for this correction. She had caused many soldiers to put their lives on the line with her rescue, all with her rash behavior. No, this correction would be happening without delay.
He hoped she had listened and he’d find her kneeling in the corner, reflecting on her misdeeds.
Opening the door, he peeped around to find her kneeling beautifully and gracefully, just as she’d been trained. He quietly retreated to the bathroom combing his hair and throwing some cologne on before entering their bedroom again. This time he went to the dresser and retrieved the paddle, hairbrush, tawse, and the spanking belt, displaying them on the bed.
He walked toward her kneeling frame and slid his hands down her slim back, feeling every ridge of her spine, skating a finger along the cleft of her bottom, dipping between her drenched labia.
“Wet as always, my dear.” Pulling up to stand before him he murmured into her ear. “Let’s take care of our sexual appetites, then we’ll finish with your punishment, besides it’ll hurt more without your arousal masking the pain.”
“Up on the bed, knees up, legs spread wide.” His cock bobbed in front of him, and he watched her plump buttocks wobble with her struggle to get up onto the high bed. It occurred to him that he should make a stool to assist her with the task of climbing onto the bed, but the thrill and stir of his cock watching her, shot down any plans to be gentlemanly.
She gave the implements a wide berth, staring at each individually, and gooseflesh broke out on her backside, and a shiver overtook her body as a whole.
“It’s wise to be little afraid; those implements are going to be used on that cute little backside tonight. It’s a pity actually because the skin is so creamy white. But I do enjoy the bright pink and red spanked ass…hot to the touch, so fuckeable.” He eased a knee onto the bed, halting her with a command. “Stay as you are, on your hands and knees, I think I may enjoy this position first.”
Walking on his knees he pressed his hot, hard-as-steel dick up to her soft folds, easing along her slippery pouch. “Fuck. Your cunt is burning up…and drenched.”
“Fuck me, Drayce.”
“In time, little one. In time. I’m going to torture you first though; I want you panting and screaming for my cock.” Pulling away, just a bit, he let his tentacle slip into her anus, watching the barbed end widen her little pucker.
She gasped, and for a moment clenched the muscle tightly before willing herself to push back, the little hole winking at him—unsure. Then with a wiggle of her hips and a groan, the bottom hole opened pleasingly, the tail slithering into her dark channel.
Drayce slipped his cock into her hot cunt, and as the tail pushed deeply into her other hole, she spasmed, the walls of her sex clenching tightly on him. Gritting his teeth, his eyes rolled back, and he strained to keep control, not spilling his seed into her prematurely.
“Keep yourself open, girl—both holes. Don’t squeeze me yet, or I’ll come too fast.”
“But I can’t!” she whined pitifully, more like a child than a grown woman.
With a sharp slap to her ass, he barked, “You can, or you’ll be spanked.”
Instantly the muscles in her cunt eased, and her bottom hole once again opened around his red tail, giving him leeway to swirl within the darkness awakening her deviant desires. He ground his hips into her, swiveling his cock, bumping and sliding along her sensitive tissue. Stilling, he distracted his mind, pushing back his ejaculation before continuing his torment of the bad girl.
“Can I enter you, Sir?”
He didn’t need to mull that question over; he knew the answer instantly. “No. Bad girls, don’t get to play like that.”
She stilled, the hurt and disappointment showed on her face. She nibbled on her lip, and her eyes misted with threatening tears.
He shook his head at her again. “Don’t, little girl, you’ll be sorry.”
With a voice that sounded much smaller than he’d ever heard it before she whispered forlornly. “Yes, Sir”
Prodding his tail into her further, Drayce pushed the limits of what she could accept, he eased his cock from her wet pussy, letting the head bump against her clit, and then only letting the tip of his penis enter her, teasing her.
He grabbed her roughly, flipping her onto her back, and spreading her legs wide open, he pressed only the tip to her sex.
Satin’s head thrashed from side to side, her keening taking on a frantic tone, and when her hands reached out to grasp his buttocks, he barked at her, “Hands above your head!”
As if her fingertips were magnetically drawn to the headboard, her small hands shot up grasping the thin metal rods, her back arching with his slow, lazy trek from her perineum to her clit.
Her inner thighs shook with arousal, and she spread herself impossibly wide hoping he’d enter her ruffled opening, but the power and delight it gave him to watch her almost insane with need was heady.
“I…I can’t do this anymore…I can’t!” The trembling in her legs had now overcome her belly and chest, her breasts wobbling with the quakes of twitches of her sex.
To be honest, he wasn’t sure he could handle it anymore, but she’d never know that. “I need to hear you beg a little more, girl. Beg me prettily.” His cock was pressed against her opening, not exactly entering her, but stopping the entrance like a cork.
With a loud whine, which ended with a growl, one that sounded a little too sassy for his liking, he slapped each hip, leaving red handprints on her pale skin.
“Ow! I need…Drayce, please…oh, shit…please fuck me. Stick your cock in me and fuck me senseless…oh, your tail…shit…please, pretty please fuck me.” Her wide blue eyes stared back at him with a fierceness he’d never witnessed before—from her or anyone—her pupils were large, and she just looked…wild.
She required no response, just a physical reaction. He slammed his hips into her, their skin slapping loudly, and his cock bumping up against her sensitive skin. Up to the hilt, the head of his penis pressed insistently against her flesh and jerking back out, he pounded back into her, taking up a rhythm that had him pistoning into her. Over and over and over.
Her legs were still spread wide, but her feet had left the mattress, her legs wobbling beside him before her ankles tucked under his buttocks, pulling him helplessly into her, and Drayce swore that he was balls deep into her, and his tail spun wildly within her dark channel.
“Oh fuck!” He grit his teeth, willing himself to hold out for her orgasm. “Satin, come!”
Arching her back with a loud groan, she squeezed the walls of her sex, clenching tightly around him and her pussy spasmed painfully around him, strangling him until he roared with his orgasm.
The barb sprung, snapping into the walls of her sex and she hissed through her teeth, the sting so brutal. His hips flexed, still thrusting into her, even though his semi-hard cock was threatening to slip from her dripping cunt.
“Oh…oh…shit….” She couldn’t keep her hips still, and she enveloped him within the pouch of her sex, so soft and warm, and when his member tumbled out, the sensation and loss, catapulting her into another orgasm. She arched, clamping down on air, and her sphincter muscles clamped down on his tail, strangling it as well.
Groaning, he buried his head into her chest, panting through the vice-like hold until she collapsed into a relaxed, sated half slumber.
Drayce stroked her gently, pushing her white hair from her mouth and face, and lightly kissed her eyelids while she moaned pleasantly, unable to even move a muscle in her body apparently.
Within moments the barb released, and his tail slithered from her body. He rolled off of her, plucking at her breasts, and tweaking her nipples harshly until she finally rejoined the land of the living and smiled at him, her eyes sparkling with happiness.
“That was nice, husband.” She kissed his lips softly.
He hated that this couldn’t be how they ended their night, but other matters still pressed on him, and it made no sense to wait until the morning. It would be best to get it out of the way and let her know that once he made a decision, it was as good as setting it in stone.
“Roll onto your belly.” He slid off the bed, looking down at her.
Tears instantly filled her eyes, and she shook her head only slightly, but she didn’t move into position either.
Canting his head, he raised an eyebrow in her direction. “Are you sure this is what you want to do?”
She wisely shook her head again and rolled onto her belly. Her bottom was pink with several outlines of his fingers where she’d been spanked during their lovemaking. With his free hand, he swiped her blue tail up onto her back and out of the way. He grasped the belt in his hand, palming the buckle.
Satin jumped when she heard the metal tine clink against the buckle, involuntarily clenching her backside.
“We’re going to start with the belt, I know it’s harsh, but what you did was serious. I won’t work up to your punishment by giving you any further warmup than you received a few moments ago.” Resting a hand on the small of her back he cautioned, “Keep your hands on the headboard.”
He raised his hand, the belt slicing through the air and landing with a loud splat across her bottom, the plump flesh rippling with the crack of leather.
She pointed her toes, her body stiffening, and clenched her ass tightly, the divide between her cheeks becoming a thin line, and she coughed out a sob, drumming her toes into the mattress in an attempt to ease the sting.
“Keep your ass soft, girl.” He knew the sting of a good belt thrashing, and how difficult it was to keep from clenching, but it was important to keep the bruising down. It would be a rough whipping since she sobbed and yelped with the first slice. She had much more to go.
“Tell me what you did to deserve this.”
Her slender back shook with her quiet tears, with a sniffle she spoke. “I went to capture Sapphron during battle…even though you told me not to do it.” She tilted her head up from the bed, looking at him with huge drops of tears falling from her dark lashes, in such contrast to her wheat-colored hair.
“You won’t do it again either.” He gripped her waist tightly, his hand spanned the width of her petite waist. He whipped the black, supple leather against the meatiest part of her ass, several times fast.
“Who do you take orders from?”
“Owwww! From you, Sir.” She’d taken her hands down from the headboard and clawed at the sheets, fisting the material in her hands.
Drayce didn’t pause for long. His hand blurred with speed he meted out her punishment, leaving stripe after stripe on her bottom, thin red welts rose on the delicate skin. After ten swipes of the belt, he paused, catching his breath and allowing her to do the same. It had been enough. He tossed the belt to the floor, signaling to his girl that it wouldn’t be used any further tonight.
He rubbed her cheeks, hoping to allay some of her pain. He was stern, and everyone knew it, he liked rules and demanded that those who reported to him followed them to the letter. His wife would be no different.
Originally he had thought he’d use the tawse on her as well, looking at the welts rising to the surface he decided to move straight to the paddle. It would give her a deep muscled pain that would be evident for days when she sat down.
“Satin, I need you to bend over the bed for the paddle.”
Slowly she pulled herself up onto her hands and knees, crawling to the edge of the bed and easing herself onto her belly, dropping her legs over the side.
“Widen your stance, and turn your toes inward.” He watched her comply and knew this would keep her from kicking upward or clenching. He shoved her tail aside again, patting her ass with the clear synthetic paddle. “There won’t be many. There won’t need to be; you’ll feel these for days, girl. When I give orders, what will you do in the future, Satin Marie?”
“I’ll o-obey, Sir.”
The heavy-duty plastic paddle splatted, covering the whole of her bottom.
She pressed her fists into the bed and rose up, her pert, perky breasts wobbling as she jostled her body in pain. The nipples were erect and hard, and Drayce leaned around her to cup each globe, pinching the nipples harshly. His cock had stirred to life and was fully erect. He pressed it between her labia, her hot little ass scorching his groin, and he ground his hips into her, smiling when she moaned with both pain and arousal.
That’s my girl.
“My poor, girl. It’s almost over, and you’ve been such a good girl. So brave.” He kissed her temple, wiping away the sweat. “Hands tucked under your chest, and head back down, girl.”
He waited for her to comply. “What happens to bad girls, Satin?”
She started to cry again. “Th-they get sp-spanked.”
“That they do.” He smashed the plastic paddle onto the lower curve of her buttocks over and over, her flesh flattening with each spank.
Pushing up, she shouted. “Oh, no! Oh, no!” And before he could restrain her, she leaped off the bed running to the bathroom.
“Ow! Oh, that was just in time,” she murmured, he was sure she didn’t realize he’d heard her and the quiet hiss of her urine hitting the toilet let him know the urgency of her departure. If he had any doubt that he’d taken her to her limits, this was proof. He’d back away from any more swats with the paddle.
My poor girl.
He knew he wasn’t as anxious as she was for this punishment to end, but he wanted nothing more than to hold her, telling her how much he loved her, and murmuring and cooing into her ear how much he cared and what a good girl she had been.
The toilet had flushed, and she was washing her hands. With her cheeks pink from her blush, she shuffled out of the bathroom, her hands cupping her bottom and looking up from under her lashes, she whispered. “I’m not in trouble for getting up am I?”
Crossing the room he enveloped her in his arms, kissing her hair. “No, of course not. Poor girl. You had no choice; it’s been a pretty rough spanking for a bad girl, hasn’t it?” He held her at arm’s length bending a little to look her straight in the eye.
“Yes.” She nodded, biting her lip. “Is it over now?”
“No, sweetie. I choose when it ends, not you. We’re done with the paddle though, but now it’s time for your old-fashioned hand spanking.”
A small sob escaped from her throat, and she dropped her forehead to his chest. Her small body quivered in his arms and he held her tightly until the crying eased some. “I’m going to have you lay over my lap, baby. It’ll keep you closer to me, will that help?”
“Yes.”
Holding her hand behind him, he walked to the bed, sitting down, he pulled her to lie over one leg, her body supported by the bed and he held both her tail and her hand he, tucking her against his side, wanting her to feel secure in his arms and love. It seemed strange since he was going to spank her bottom once again, but he knew that it would ease her guilt and struggles, helping her to finish the correction with true remorse, focused on her misdeed and not her position or guilt. Besides, it helped him feel less like an ogre, and more like a caring husband.
Throwing a leg over hers to prevent her from kicking and moving around too much, Drayce started her spanking. His hand slapped up and down her backside, the red, inflamed skin looking very sore already, so he didn’t put much effort into the spanks.
Not long after starting, he stopped the spanking, easing himself out from under her body, and he scooped her up, laying her up on her side with her head on her pillow. Crawling in beside her, he spooned her body, petting and stroking her silky skin, murmuring and cooing until she fell into a peaceful slumber.
His girl would remember this lesson…and he would too. Drayce marveled at how his life had changed in such a short time, and how happy he was with the changes.
The events of the past few days had reminded him that situations could change in a heartbeat, losing the ones you love unexpectedly. The fear had made him irrational, wanting to forbid her from being a Warlord or Commander—forever. But he knew he couldn’t do that; his girl needed the freedom. She was good with the dragons, they responded to her, and her quick wit and intelligence would be vital on the battlefield.
The dragons had chosen her, given her not just one title but two, and he needed to trust them. The dragons had a secret, an inner knowledge that made them acutely aware of the natural gifting and workings of a person.
But he swore that the next battle they were required to carry out, he may just put her in bondage and keep her attached to him through the whole skirmish.
And now the Quinn family had the added burden of another Tempest sister—an identical twin at that—to care for and protect. He shook his head in disbelief at the antics of Thistle this evening.
When Drayce had met her several months ago, she’d been so meek and mild; his fear had been that his outgoing authoritative dominance would have her cowering.
Where did this spitfire come from?
And Artemis? He’d played with and known Artemis since they had started school. He had always been the big teddy bear—one of those men that towered over everyone but literally couldn’t figure out how to fight his way away from a butterfly. As a Warlord the man was fierce, he carried himself into battle with a courageous, impenetrable wall, and with his deep, gravelly voice, everyone scurried to obey his commands.
But he’d never seen him lose his cool. To see him spanking a woman, and using such a stern dominant control over Thistle wasn’t unusual for a man in their society, but it was uncommon for Artemis.
The small woman had appeared to find a chink in his armor, and from what he’d watched had woven herself around his heart. Artemis cared for Thistle like a Daddy Dom, and it warmed his heart to see someone appreciate his natural proclivity to nurture those around him.
His family’s castle went from quiet and downright boring most days to probably more chaos than they could handle. Hopefully, now that Satin’s paddling had ended and all the crying and shouts had stopped, his family was able to fall asleep.
Drayce had his girl back, Zayvoc had his dragon Sapphron, and Artemis had his new girl Thistle. He just hoped that Alistair Tempest didn’t find a new reason to rise and attack. It would be nice to settle for a few weeks first.