Mastering Inga (Service & Submission Book 2)

by Michaels, Megan

  It would also be appropriate to have the day end with a sound spanking. Her bare bottom wobbling over his lap, turning a beautiful shade of red. A nice rosa botten as she would say — a ‘pink bottom.’ She had the most spankable ass he’d ever seen. It begged to be spanked, paddled, belted, hair brushed, figged, and plugged.

  Yes, the more he thought about it, the more he agreed — their wedding day should end with a spanking and gentle lovemaking.

  “I won’t ask again, bad girl. Roll. Over.”

  He took another intimidating step toward the bed, hoping he had a menacing look on his face, one that brooked no disobedience.

  “Yes, Master.”

  She then whispered something, no doubt thinking he’d missed it.

  “Repeat. Now.”

  “I said, ‘spoil sport’. You can’t take a joke. I did you a favor.”

  “Oh, I can take a joke. If you ask my mother, she’ll tell you I laughed pretty good. I knew you meant it to distract me and yes, it worked. But you know better than to issue an order to me. I don’t take orders from you ever, Missy. Ever! Roll over.”

  She’d just taken off her dress and slip. She still wore a gorgeous silky, white, lacey bra and matching cheeky panties. He loved those panties. They were perfect for spanking. The areas to be spanked were exposed and an adorable peep hole in the back showed the top of her crack. He couldn’t resist and didn’t see why he should. The purpose of panties like that were to entice the partner.

  And entice they did.

  He slid his finger through the peep hole and into the luscious divide of her bottom. Completely aroused from all the talk of spanking, when his finger eased into her crack, she lifted her bottom, pushing his finger deeper into the split.

  She’d learned her lesson and didn’t slip her hand under her pelvis to grind on it. She’d been punished and spanked for that several times. The hardest lesson to date for her to learn had been no masturbation. She’d been masturbating every day of her adult life — which made it that much harder to break, harder than any of the other habits he’d helped her overcome. Just when he’d begun to think she’d never overcome masturbation and he’d been paddling her ass seemingly forever for that little sexual behavior, she’d finally stopped. It had reinforced to him once again that consistency and firm, no-nonsense discipline worked.

  She hated writing lines and punishments that didn’t include spanking. He learned quickly that even though she hated punishment, the thought of a punishment wasn’t a deterrent for her. She loved thinking about a spanking. She loved the thought of standing in the corner, lying over his lap, her hot, red bottom, the marks she’d have in the morning, and the luscious sex afterward.

  But she always, always, forgot how much it hurt and how hard she cried.

  So, because of this, he’d learned to use alternative punishments: writing lines, time out, no snacks, picking up rice with tweezers, clothespin on tongue, enema, butt plugs, and his ultimate favorite, orgasm denial.

  However, she quickly learned that blatant disobedience or putting her health in jeopardy always meant a painful spanking.

  Tonight, she would get enough painful swats to satisfy her lust-filled fixation on spanking —and remind her why she hated receiving them. But her punishment would be his favorite—orgasm denial.

  He pulled his finger out of the peephole in the lace. “Such pretty panties. Too bad you don’t get to keep them on, or I don’t get to lick and bite my way around them, pulling them off with my teeth. You would’ve enjoyed that much more than me taking them off to paddle your bottom.”

  She wriggled her ass, squirming at his words. He reached down, growling “Bad girls get their wedding panties yanked off, and their little butts spanked red, don’t they?”

  “Yes, Master.”

  He tugged her panties forcefully down and immediately started swatting her bottom, fast and hard. She quickly reached back to cover her buttocks, but he held her hand to the small of her back, painting her skin a shade of pink quickly deepening to red. He peppered her bottom until she couldn’t hold still. Finally, her crying had hit a level where he knew the lesson had been learned. He rolled her over to look her in the eyes.

  “Do you still think giving orders to me is hysterical? Do you think I’m still a spoil sport?”

  “N-no, Master.” She wiped at her nose and cheeks with the back of her hand, and he thought again how adorable and sweet she had become.

  “I didn’t think so either. Now, it’s time for the next part of your punishment for making me look at the clock. You’re going to be looking at the clock too. But we’re going to make sure you’re distracted.”

  She looked up at him, her eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

  “I’m going to fill your little bottom hole with a vibrating plug and then I’m going to fill your pussy with a vibrator. Then you’re going to hold back an orgasm for twenty minutes. You can watch the clock for twenty minutes just like I did before I walked down the aisle. Then we’ll see if you become anxious too.”

  He pulled out the lube from his nightstand and worked his coated fingers into her little hole. First, one finger pumping in and out loosened the muscles, then he added another finger and then a third until the sphincter relaxed. He coated the butt plug with lube and slowly pushed it into her little pink rosebud.

  “Push out, baby. This isn’t your first rodeo. You know what to do. God knows you’ve had this punishment enough. You could probably hold classes on how to receive a plug.”

  “Unnnh. I don’t like that.” He slapped her thigh, leaving a pink handprint on her pale flesh.

  “We’ll have no sass out of you. Not good timing, missy!” He washed his hands in the bathroom and returned with her strap on vibrator. “Let’s get this into your little cunt.” He lubed up the vibrator, flicking a switch to turn it on and pushing it in with one fluid movement, attaching the straps to her thighs so it stayed snuggly in place.

  He turned up both the plug and the vibrator, ramping up her arousal to just the edge of an orgasm, taking her to that edge repeatedly, but forcing her to hold back. It was a punishment after all.

  “Aj! Aj, Gud!” She threw her head back, her neck stretched toward the ceiling. Her back lifted from the bed, her hips thrusting, vainly searching for release.

  “Okay, now that you’re so close, let’s turn this down on a slow burn and turn you so you’re looking at the alarm clock. Twenty minutes, baby. No orgasm or you’ll have to go through this for an hour as punishment. Clear?”

  Placing his hands on each of her hips, he slid her abused bottom across the bedspread. She hissed at the fabric rubbing on her rosa botten.

  He sat in a chair across the room with both remotes, turning them up at the same time, down at the same time, turning the anal up, then down, then turning the vaginal one up and then down. He kept alternating and raising the speed up and down until she writhed on the bed, begging for release.

  “Please, Master. Please. I need to come!”

  “Not yet, girlie. I’m sorry. Do you need a distraction from watching the clock? Here I learned from a nanny I know that distraction works best when you’re nervous. She said that when you aren’t at your best an activity will help you learn coping skills to use in the future. Do you think you agree with this nanny?”

  “Ahhhhh. I don’t like her anymore.”

  “Oh, that’s too bad. She’s my wife. You speak nicely about her, or else. Now, let’s see how much longer. Two minutes. Let’s increase these and get you your orgasm, mmmm?”

  “Yes! Oh please, Master!”

  Garrett turned them both up in speed and made the one in her back hole pulse and vibrate. She growled deep in her throat, a guttural scream erupting from her as her orgasm took her over the edge. Her body shivered and thrust, milking both the toys in her body.

  He turned the speed down on both toys while he wet a washcloth, returning to clean her up then putting both toys in the sink.

  He quickly divested himself of his clot
hes and without any warning, growled as he situated his himself on top of her, spreading her thighs apart. “Brace yourself, baby. This is going to be rough and fast.”

  “Christ, I hope so. I don’t want it any other way at this point. Fuck me fast and hard.”

  He groaned as he pushed his cock into her pussy and situated his hips between her long legs. “Wrap those legs around me and lock me in tight.”

  The heels of her feet pressed into his buttocks and pushed his cock completely in to the hilt. He felt the tingle in the base of his spine. He rose up on his elbows to lever his body and pounded his hips into her, his balls bouncing off her hot little ass. He loved fucking her with a spanked bottom. Cupping one hand under her bottom, he squeezed her punished flesh just as she started to loudly gasp for air, climbing to the crest of her next orgasm.

  Her nails dug into his back and her heels pushed and locked him deeper into her pussy. She purposefully clenched his cock in a vice-like grip as he shouted with his release, his hot semen pouring into her sex. Her hips continued to thrust and pound into his groin while her little cunt milked his cock until he moaned in pain burying his face in her neck. The tremors in her body rolled on and on until his cock couldn’t take anymore.

  The quakes in her body subsided enough that he was able to pull out, rolling with her until they were spooning together in the hot, darkened room. She fell asleep with him playing with her long, silky hair.

  He thought once again that he had to be the most fortunate man alive. He’d never fully recovered from Anne’s death. She’d been his first real love. His first slave. He’d had his first children with her. His first house.

  Everything with Anne had been a first.

  But Inga — Inga had been his restoration, his resurrection. She’d helped him to live again. He’d given up hope that he’d ever feel love again, had made peace with the fact that he’d never have a slave again.

  Then Inga had come into his life. His Swedish nanny — caretaker by day, and slave by night.

  He’d been given a second chance at life. And he’d spend it with his Swedish nanny.

  Until death do us part...

  THE END

  Other Books By Megan Michaels

  The Service & Submission Series:

  Finding Submission

  Mastering Inga

  Published By Stormy Night Publications

  What Naughty Little Girls Get

  The Little Princess Cruise