Cloven had forced Wish to walk in front of him back to her cabin; her tail draped down over her freshly spanked ass. He knew that she wanted to be carried like Satin and Thistle, but there would be time to coddle her later. He wanted to press the point of severe discipline a little further. . . now that they had privacy.
“Keep walking; I want to watch that plump ass wobble. It’s so gorgeous all red with bright stripes running horizontally on it, and your purple tail in beautiful contrast. It is just. . . stunning. . I wish you could see it the way I do, girl. It’s fucking amazing.”
As he could have predicted, she stopped mid-step, stomping her foot in the hard dirt before continuing to her cabin.
“Oh fuck, I should probably spank your ass for that bit of temper, but the way it makes the cheeks wobble. Will you do that again for me? Fuck, my penis is killing me.”
This time when she stopped, she stood in place, her hands fisted at her side, shivering and shaking with pure, unadulterated anger.
Now that’s a temper!
Cloven charged up to her, wrapping his arm around her waist, bracing her with his left leg and hip, before he proceeded to hand spank the living hell out of her ass. “I’ll blister this little backside all day if we need to, Wish. I’ll not tolerate you behaving like a child. You’re a grown woman, act like it!” He then let loose with a flurry of swats that had her dancing in spot, her body crying but no sound coming because the pain had stolen her breath.
He continued to march up and down her rump, focusing the next set of swats on her sit spots and thighs. Her little ass had gone past red and was looking more than sore. Cloven couldn’t remember the last time he’d run across someone with such a temper or sass.
“Oh! Oh God.”
A stream of urine trickled down her leg, puddling at her feet. Her body stiffened, and even her sobs had ceased, overtaken by humiliation, no doubt.
The guilt associated with the release of her bladder had Cloven wanting to crawl into a hole. He would have never taken her to this level if he’d known this would be her body’s reaction. He held her still, waiting for completion.
Once he was sure that the evidence of her body’s submission had reached its end, he stood her up, holding her tightly, wrapping his arms around her neck and head, enveloping her in his love and care. “I’m so sorry, baby. I had no idea; I’ll take care of you.”
“I.. I had to g-go on the ride home. . . And I couldn’t say it. . . And I wanted to g-get home. . . And the spanking made it happen. It’s my fault.” She sobbed into his chest and her words added to his remorse.
Tucking her into his chest, he walked with her to the cabin, opening the door, he led her to the bathroom and began to draw her a bubble bath.
“Are you upset, C-Cloven? Are you going to leave me?”
“What? Why would I leave you? No, not in the least.” He kissed her deeply, his tongue delving into her mouth, and he cupped the back of her head, his other hand lightly grasping her throat.
“You’re my one and only, Wish, I’d never let you go. You’re kind of stuck with me forever, girl. You can take responsibility for your temper on the way home, but spanking you until you lost control was my fault. I should have been watching for the signs, and I missed them. That is my fault as your master. It won’t happen again.”
He tested the water and once he knew it was perfect and the bubbles had filled the whole of the tub, he helped her into the tub with a hand to cup her bottom and the other holding her hand.
“It’s going to sting a bit on your sore bottom, baby. It’s the price naughty girls have to pay for temper tantrums—and you’ve had a few of them today.”
She hissed, dipping just a bit of her ass into the water, tears filling her eyes and then with a determination that he’d grown to love, she took a deep breath and sat in the water, pushing down any reaction to the soreness in her backside.
“There, the water will make this better. Just relax in the bubbles, while I get your jammies. I’ll wash your hair when I come back.” He pointed his finger at her from the doorway. “Behave.”
She pouted at him and had to admit to himself that the cuteness tugged at him in a way that no other woman had ever done before.
Walking into her bedroom, which looked like a small bomb went off in her room, he shook his head. The woman needed discipline, in many areas of her life. He opened a drawer in her dresser, pulling out a sexy two-piece set of pajamas— pale pink with shorts and a top with the appliqué of a kitten on the back.
Interesting.
He walked back into the bathroom to find her sleeping with her head tilted back on the rounded side of the tub.
She’s sweet like this.
Placing her clothes on the counter, he opened a cupboard looking for a washcloth and shampoo.
“In the cupboard, the third shelf, there’s a bottle of blue shampoo. That’s the one.”
“So, you are still awake.”
Kneeling at the tub, just behind her, he nudged her to sit up and with a large cup he had found on the edge of the tub, he poured the warm water over her hair several times, drenching it completely. Applying a generous amount of shampoo to his hand, he lathered it into her hair, massaging her scalp gently.
She sighed, pleased with his fingers, so he continued with the massage until her breathing steadied once again, and he wondered if she’d fallen asleep.
He filled the container again, rinsing her hair completely, and once satisfied there was no soap, he squeezed the water out, letting the makeshift ponytail drape down her back.
“Stand up, and I’ll wash you.”
“I can do that myself; you can leave.” With a bent wrist, she flicked toward him, motioning for him to leave the bathroom.
“Nope, I said I’d give you a bath and washing you is part of that.” He grabbed the soap and lathering both hands he squatted at the tub patiently waiting for her compliance.
Discovering that she would once again be obstinate, he said, “Is this how you would like to proceed, Wish?”
“I can really do this myself, you know.”
“Yes, I know. But you also know that I can paddle your ass again today, right?”
“You wouldn’t, would you? I mean after the last time…” She nibbled her lip, look at him cautiously.
“Don’t push me. Now, stand up.” He quirked an eyebrow at her hoping it would force her to obey him.
With a disgusted sigh, she stood up, bubbles and water sluicing down her slender, petite body. She wasn’t any bigger than most teenagers on their planet, and he liked the feeling of protectiveness he had toward her. It shocked him because it wasn’t something he’d ever felt before.
He started with her legs and then worked his way up to her pussy, slipping his fingers into her sex to wash, doing his best to not portray any sexuality with the act wanting her to feel coddled and cared for with the bath, not thinking he used it as a means to have sex.
Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment when he washed her anus and bottom, being careful to not rub too hard on her abraded skin.
He stood, lathering his hands again and washing her belly, back and breasts before washing her arms and neck. Grabbing the glass and filling it, he rinsed the soap from her body, watching the water slide over her body and breasts, dripping from her sex and down her legs.
His cock ached, and he swore he was ready to lose control, but reminded himself that he was doing this for his girl, not for himself. There would be time for sex later.
“There. Now there’s no evidence of your first dragon flight.” He glared at her and liked that she dropped her eyes in deference. “No evidence of your accident and you’re nice and clean, just a very sore backside.”
“I’m sorry about my accident.” She had barely whispered the words.
“Sweetie, it’s why we call them accidents. It should have occurred to one of us that you women had been flying for hours and that there was a chance of an accident occurring. We weren’t thinking about that. I don’t care about your body’s reaction, in the least, I’m more worried about the temper tantrums that you can control and don’t.” He narrowed his gaze at her.
Wish dropped her head again, nodding quietly.
Tilting her chin up with his forefinger he said, “I’ll spank you whenever and wherever it is necessary. We’re done now. Hold my hand and step out of the tub. I’ll dry you off.”
She put her tiny hand into his large one, and he helped her step onto a waiting towel, while he used a soft white towel to dry her off. He probably spent more time drying her breasts than necessary. But he needed to dry around the nipple, over and under, lifting the hefty globes to assure no moisture was left under the generous breasts.
But it was when he focused on her pussy that his sexual restraint fell apart. His fingers and the towel dried the seam of her sex, dipping between the labia to soak up any water left in the creases.
Wish’s hips thrust with her arousal and from that point on, he knew she was as hungry for him as he was for her.
“On your knees, head down on the towel.”
She scrambled to the white towel, lifting her ass up and resting her head on her arms. The redness of her ass probably should have upset him, but knowing the disobedience that had caused the severe discipline, and her defiance as well as her most recent temper tantrum, he felt a sincere satisfaction that a harsh lesson had been learned by her today.
Viewing the marks of the quirt, knowing that ultimately it was the care and protectiveness he had for her, it was the main reason behind her spankings today, and that knowledge filled him with pride. There was a sense of accomplishment, knowing that she’d be more reserved and obedient, and maybe even a little hesitant to put herself—or her character-at risk again.
As a Dom, it was his goal to bring her to the highest level of character and career that he could coax her, and sometimes that would manifest as a very discolored and sore backside.
So be it. It was necessary, and he didn’t wimp out or pale when faced with severe or harsh discipline, he understood the gravity and risk of being permissive. He would never put his submissive in a position of being hurt because he was afraid to leave marks on her ass.
“Widen your stance.”
She spread her legs, her pussy peeping from between her thighs, the plump pink lips, warm and moist from her bath, dripping with her need.
“I’m not feeling gentle tonight, Wish. This fucking will be fast, and with your ass looking like this and knowing your personality, I’m assuming you’ll be going off like a rocket.”
“Yes, master.”
Her anus winked, her arousal and the clenching of her sex, affecting the sphincter.
Yep, she’s ready to come before I even touch her or enter her.
Unbuttoning his pants, dropping both his pants and drawers to his ankles, releasing his tail and cock, the cool air in the room brushing along the hot appendages, had him dripping.
Kneeling behind her he lined up perfectly with her, and with one hard thrust, he impaled her, his cock bouncing off the mouth of her womb.
“Oh! Oh by the Gods.” She pressed back and then gasped when her sensitive bottom bumped harshly against his body. She then eased back softly, a little more hesitantly.
His tail slithered up her ass, and Wish moaned again, her ass pulsating, the entrance opening and closing rhythmically. The tail filled the little hole to overcapacity and plunged, burrowing its way into her tunnel.
“Oh, shit!
Cloven pistoned into her, his soft belly slapping into her ass, the sounds of sex filling her cabin as well as the natural scent of her cunt. Her soft, slick wall cocooned his penis in warmth and arousal, and he skated along the sensitive areas, increasing her arousal exponentially.
With every thrust of either his tail or cock, she moaned and gasped, the rhythm increasing, and with little warning, he had just enough time to yell, “I’m coming, Wish.”
He spurted his seed into her, and the warmth of his come spurred her orgasm and stiffening, clamping down on his appendages until he swore he saw stars, she screeched with her release.
Wish rose up onto her hands, and she rocked on her hands and knees, milking him mercilessly.
The snap of the points under the head of his tail, punched into her bowel, locking him into her.
Wish shivered, her body trembling and quaking with the remnants of her orgasm as well as the burning pain of the pronged tail.
“Such a good girl. I love you, Wish.”
“I love you too, Cloven.”
He bit along the area between her neck and shoulder, loving the softness of the muscled area.
His tail released and slipped from her, as did his penis. Rising he chuckled, “Well, it looks like we’ll be bathing again, except this time, I’ll join you.
Helping her up, he assisted her into the tub and climbed in behind her, cuddling and caring for his girl.
Coming Soon…
Cloven’s Only Wish
(Book 3 of The Dragon Warlords)