by Sara Fields
She forgot everything except her naked bottom and why she was getting spanked. It seemed as though the entire rest of the world faded away and she let go. Eliot was in control and she couldn’t change a thing. She sobbed as her body relented to his dominance, taking each swat of the paddle to heart. He loved her enough in order to teach her and she loved him even more for it. Submitting to him completely, she accepted her punishment.
“I’m so sorry, sir. I promise I won’t ever do something so stupid again,” she wept out loud, feeling truly sorry for what she had done.
The paddle spanked the tops of her upper thighs and she wept harder.
“Arch your back, little girl, so that I can finish your punishment. You’re going to learn to never make such a reckless decision again.”
She complied and did her best to obey his wishes. Eliot thoroughly punished her sit spots five times on each side and she yelped loudly at the sting. By the end, she was openly sobbing and lying slack over his lap. As soon as he was finished, he threw the paddle aside. His palm spanked her a dozen times on each side, thoroughly bringing home his message. Blubbering apologies, she wailed as he gathered her up in his arms.
“Such a good girl; you took that so well,” he said softly, hugging her close. She felt safe and well-loved in his arms. Her bottom hot and truly punished, she whimpered slightly as she sat on his thigh. His hands stroked up and down her back as her cries quieted. She’d done it. She’d survived her punishment. Curling into his warmth, her sobs began to lessen and she moaned as her fingers moved to touch her scalded bottom cheeks. He held her close, before pressing his lips to hers and then to her wet, tear-streaked cheeks. He kissed her tears away and she smiled a little as his lips tickled the tip of her nose.
“That hurt,” she pouted.
“It was supposed to. You were a bad girl.”
“I’m so sorry, sir. I promise never to do something like that again. Will you forgive me?” she asked, feeling a bit insecure and entirely vulnerable. He nodded and took her chin in his hand, his strong, confident gaze holding her steady.
“Yes. You are forgiven, my pretty one. Whenever you receive a true punishment from me, like what you just experienced, I will always forgive you. I promise.”
“Good. I am truly sorry and that paddle sure drove that message home.”
“I’ll hold onto this wooden paddle then, so that it will remind you to behave whenever you’re with me. I’m happy to hear that you learned your lesson though. I much prefer reddening those bottom cheeks of yours to arouse you, rather than to punish you. Come, lie down on the bed and I’ll massage some lotion onto those sore globes.”
Giggling, she crawled onto the bed and pressed her body into the soft quilt. She looked back as he grabbed a bottle on the bedside table and she grinned when he smiled back at her. Things felt perfect. The moment the cool lotion drizzled across her skin, she moaned. His fingers gripped her flesh and then relaxed, causing her arousal to quickly moisten her folds. Her clit throbbed in response to his touch. Passion rose within her like a tidal wave, fierce and wild like never before. Having just been punished like a naughty little girl, her passion surprised her, coming on stronger than ever. She could practically feel her wetness dripping down her legs.
Helplessly, she whimpered with desire and rolled her hips. His thumbs dipped into the cleft of her bottom, dragging down to caress the skin of her inner thighs. She blushed when she felt him glide across her arousal. He would know exactly how turned on she was.
His digits continued to explore her skin as he rubbed the lotion in further. She lifted her hips and his hand cupped her pussy. She groaned at this mark of ownership, feeling even more of her honey pool between her secret folds.
His thumb grazed over her clit and her body reacted almost violently with her lust. She arched into him and mewled with happiness as he continued. Circling her throbbing bud, he grasped her hips and lifted her up into the air. With this change in position, she knew he had better access to every part of her body and most important, her needy slit. She pressed back toward him and squealed with delight as he pushed a finger into her entrance. When he touched her clit again, spreading her juices across her folds, she keened with her desire.
He wound his arm around her hip, reaching around to pinch her pulsing bud as he entered her with two fingers from behind. Overwhelmed with his delicious dominance, she gave in to her desires and let her passion run free. She thrived on his control, craved her bottom to be reddened by his hand, needed his touch to set her body on fire. She wanted it all.
The coil within her tightened to impossible levels and all at once, her orgasm crashed over her. Caught in the riptide of her release, there was no escape. Captured completely, her lust caused every muscle in her body to tense and quiver. She could barely even breathe after the intensity of her passion. It took what felt like hours for her body to calm again, feverishly hot with her need.
Aching for him, she wanted more.
Looking back, she begged with her eyes. He let go of her and she turned toward him. She placed her hands on his hips and gazed upward, seeking permission to free his cock. She had the sudden urge to take his shaft into her mouth and she hoped he would allow her. She wanted to worship him and please him as he had her.
He nodded and she cried out with desire.
She unclasped his belt and slowly unthreaded the buckle. Grasping the leather, she moved it out of the way and unbuttoned his slacks. She grabbed the waistband and pushed them down over his hips, revealing dark navy cotton boxers. Licking her lips, she hesitantly looked up and his smile gave her confidence. Gently, she pulled his underwear down his thighs and his enormous cock bobbed into her view.
Her mouth watered as she looked at the bulbous head of his shaft. Tentatively she reached for it and twirled her fingers around his massive length. Every time she saw his cock, she wondered how it fit inside her. Her tongue peeked out between her lips and she leaned forward, running it up and down the ridges of his shaft. He tasted musky and manly, and she craved more.
With increasing confidence, she took his entire head in her mouth and sighed around it. Twirling her tongue around him, she worshipped his cock. Enjoying every second, she sighed when his fingers threaded through her hair. He was gentle for a long moment, but then his hands fisted tightly in her long locks. She whimpered as he pulled, but groaned when his hips pumped into her lips. No longer in control, she yielded as he pressed his cock deeper and deeper into her throat. Struggling to breathe, her eyes watered slightly before she began to get her bearings. Pulling out a little, she gasped for breath while sucking the head of his member. She felt him stiffen and she grabbed onto his thighs for support.
He pumped into her mouth harder, faster and her arousal pooled between her thighs. She knew she was making him feel as good as he’d made her and she loved every second of it. His muscles twitched under her fingertips and his hands tightened even more at the back of her head. Pain prickled at the base of her scalp and she whimpered with both hurt and lust.
He stilled deep in her throat and she moaned around his cock. His seed spurted within her, hot and thick on the back of her tongue. Sucking hard, she swallowed every drop, loving the bittersweet taste of her man.
After he was finished, he gently lifted her up and kissed her cheek.
“Such a good baby girl,” he whispered in her ear and goosebumps rose all over her flesh. Smiling, she giggled softly at his praise. Reaching forward, she grazed her fingers against his cock. Gasping, she looked down at his member, surprised that it was once again hard as a rock. He smirked at her.
He scooped her up by the waist and deposited her on the bed. Using his knee to press her thighs apart, he situated himself at her entrance. With little warning, he slammed his cock into her pussy and she screamed with desire.
He fucked her hard and fast, exactly what she’d needed at that moment. Shuddering with her desire, she rocked her hips to meet his, reveling in the feeling of fullness that his massive co
ck deep in her entrance gave her. Again and again, he claimed her, thoroughly and completely. It didn’t take long for the passion within her to overflow as her body climbed higher and higher with ecstasy. He caught her wrists in his hand and trapped them over her head. She whimpered at his utter command of every part of her and she yearned for more.
Her body heated to feverish levels, getting hotter with each passing second. Her skin crawled with her need, begging for release.
“I need to come,” she cried out, desperate for him.
“Not yet, baby, you will come when I say.”
Screaming with frustration, she did her best to hold her release at bay but was quickly overwhelmed. She felt like she was already falling off the edge of a cliff into a tidal wave of pleasure.
“Please, I can’t,” she begged, her need causing her voice to crack.
“Don’t you dare come yet, little girl,” he ordered and her body heated even further. She tried to breathe and calm her thumping heart, but the full feeling of his cock in her pussy was too much. Her punished bottom pressed into the bed, sore and achy but incredibly arousing.
It was all more than she could handle and her orgasm broke over her. She shook and shivered with her release, every muscle within her quivering and clenching with wild abandon. White hot blinding pleasure cascaded through her body and her pussy clenched hard around his cock.
Once her body cooled a little, she realized he had stilled.
“Did you just come, little girl?”
“Yes, sir,” she whined softly.
Hot shame flamed up over her face and she felt wild and wanton. Blushing slightly, she waited with bated breath. Her stomach rolled with butterflies as she anticipated what he would do. Would he spank her again?
He pulled out of her in one solid motion and roughly grabbed her hips. He flipped her over and smacked her bottom twice, really hard.
“Wicked girl. Now you’re going to take it in the ass to make up for disobeying me.”
Gasping, she looked back at him, still shocked from the sting of his palm. He climbed off the bed and removed the rest of his clothes. For a quick second, she admired the bulky corded muscles of his chest, his taut abs, lean waist, and thick thighs. Her eyes wide, she protested this alarming change of events.
“Please!” she exclaimed, filled with an odd sense of nervous excitement.
“Get on your knees, bad girl, and spread those naughty cheeks. Show me that bottom hole of yours so I can fuck it with my cock. You know you deserve it.”
Filled with shame, she lifted her hips so that her weight was on her knees. Reaching back, she grasped both sides of her buttocks and whimpered as she spread herself for him. Despite her shame, she couldn’t help but notice as her body reacted with rampant desire. She shouldn’t love such raunchy treatment, but she couldn’t deny that she did. She wanted him to fuck her bottom hole again and knew that liquid heat was dripping down her thigh at the mere mention of it.
The head of his cock nudged at her tight rim of muscle and she clenched with apprehension. His palm spanked the bottom curve of her cheek and she squirmed in response.
“Open yourself for me, naughty girl. You know you deserve to be fucked hard deep in your ass, don’t you?”
She moaned and arched her back. She knew that she wanted it and she yearned for him to take her back there. He leaned forward and twisted her long hair in his fist. Almost instantly, she felt the fight leave her body completely. Rolling her hips, she pressed back against his cock and whined as his bulbous head breached her tight bottom hole. Slowly, his cock eased into her channel. He was gentle, but relentless and she yielded to his dominance with grace.
Her pussy clenched around empty air as he sank deeper inside her, until at long last his hips touched her sore bottom cheeks. His cock was totally inside her and it felt wonderful.
Next, he pulled out of her at a leisurely pace, before pumping back into her. Gradually, he began to pick up speed until he was slamming into her. Whimpering, she arched back even more as he pulled her hair and rocked her hips in tune with his. She loved it. She should feel embarrassed that she enjoyed something that was raunchy and too dirty to talk about in everyday life, but she didn’t. Instead, she felt sexy and incredibly desirable. Embracing her wild and wanton ways, she opened her mind and her body for him.
“I wasn’t going to let you come, but I’m feeling a bit of the Christmas spirit and am in a giving mood.”
He reached around her hips and pinched her clit, hard. Shuddering with her lust, she screamed as her body submitted to his dominance. She felt completely and utterly claimed and her body sang. Her muscles tightened, the coil within her winding up tighter and tighter, until at long last she shattered. Her orgasm tore through her, her body quaking with incredible violence that left her reeling with satisfaction.
Groaning, she shuddered hard against his muscular body, safe in his arms as she lost it again entirely. A second orgasm rattled her as her body heated to feverish levels. He circled her clit and she trembled, weak with desire. She had no time to breathe as she came hard for a third time and he held her tight, rocking his hips deep into her ass.
She felt his seed spurt in hot streams within her and she quivered as her heart thudded heavy in her ears. Feeling weak, she leaned into him and he wrapped his arms around her waist. He was her protector in her most vulnerable moment. Curling into him, she moaned softly. After a long moment, he pulled back a little and removed his cock from her bottom hole. Feeling empty, she whined a little at his absence.
“You’re so beautiful, Raina,” he said softly and she blushed.
“Thank you, sir,” she said with a small smile. Feeling a bit exhausted, she placed her cheek on his bare chest. She looked up at him and smiled. “Merry Christmas.”
“Merry Christmas, baby girl. Now let’s get you cleaned up and dressed in your Santa lingerie so we can go open presents.”
Giggling excitedly, she sat on the edge of the bed. He offered her his arm and she took it. With a smile, he supported her so that she only put a little weight on her ankle and led her to the nearby bathroom. Stepping into the shower behind her, he turned on the warm water. She sighed happily at the feeling. With care, he cleaned her thoroughly and she washed him as well. When they were finished, he pressed his lips to hers in the sweetest kiss she’d ever had. Her insides reeling, she knew she had fallen for this man, utterly and completely.
“Stay here, little one. Let me get your Santa outfit for you. I can’t wait to see this sexy body of yours wrapped up in the soft fabric.”
She waited and he returned a few moments later. He had pulled on a black t-shirt and a loose pair of gray sweatpants that hung low on his waist. Despite what they had just shared, she wanted him again. Licking her lips, she looked back up at him with a smile.
“Put it on,” he commanded, his face darkening with desire.
Taking the outfit from his hands, she placed it down on the counter. She pulled the tank top over her head and the little skirt up her legs. The top cupped her breasts and lifted them generously. The skirt had an attached pair of panties and puffed out due to a petticoat underneath the red velvet, leaving the bottom curve of her cheeks bare and visible. The edges were lined with a soft white fur trim that caressed her skin. The lingerie set was incredibly flattering and brought attention to her long legs and curvy waist. She felt extremely sexy and couldn’t help but touch the Christmas collar around her throat. In that moment, she felt entirely his and loved it.
“Wow,” he said as he looked her up and down. His gaze was fully appreciative. “Gorgeous, babe! You look exquisite. I just want to eat you up.”
“You want to eat me, huh?” she giggled, smirking back at him.
“Definitely. That pussy of yours is delectable.”
Blushing, she grinned as he led her out of the bathroom and out of the bedroom. When they went downstairs, he paused and pointed up at the threshold to the living room.
“Look, mistletoe. Know what t
hat means?”
“Christmas kisses!” she managed to squeak before his lips devoured hers. She melted into his touch as his tongue plundered between her lips. She entwined hers with his and felt her insides begin to smolder once more. Her clit began to throb under his masterful touch. Gasping, she felt her body reeling with desire as he gently pulled away. A soft smile edged her lips and she gazed up into his softened eyes.
“I brought a bunch of mistletoe too to hang up around the house somewhere but you beat me to it!” she exclaimed and he laughed.
“Great minds think alike! I thought it would be a nice surprise.” Grinning, he pulled her into the living room and that’s when she saw the tree.
The lights blinked in rotation, a rainbow of beautiful colors lighting up the white walls that surrounded them. Underneath the intricately decorated tree lay a mass of wrapped gifts, way more than Raina had ever expected.
“There’s so many presents,” she breathed in shock.
“You deserve only the best, my pretty girl. You’re mine and I’ll spoil you whenever I wish,” he said, his confidence clear in his voice. Glancing back, she saw no regret in his features, only clear admiration. She felt truly taken care of and pampered beyond belief.
He indulged her as they sat down next to the tree and he handed her the first gift. Hesitantly, she began unwrapping it and smiled when she saw a box of delicious salted caramel dark chocolate.
“This is seriously one of my favorites!”
“Good. I saw you eat a piece out of your purse one time.”
“How did you have time to shop for all this?”
“Honestly? Ever since we met, I see things when I’m shopping and think of you. I’ve picked up a few presents here and there, but once you said you’d come spend time with me over the holidays, I kind of went a little crazy.”
She felt her heart flutter a bit and she beamed up at him. Never before in her life had she been taken care of so thoroughly and completely. He was so confident, so gorgeous that she felt like she should pinch herself. She was so lucky that she’d been able to work with him in the first place. She wondered where she would be if the graduate school administration hadn’t lost her paperwork, if she’d never found the nerve to challenge him, if she’d never touched herself at work late that night.
