by Maggie Ryan
"Please..." she whispered, the shame of where his finger was intruding filling her. Lucas felt every movement she made and using both hands gently pulled the globes of her bottom slightly apart. Lucy moaned again and then whimpered as he once more used a single finger to trace the divide in her bottom. Even though she was wearing a gown, the fabric offered no resistance when he pressed the pad of his finger against her bottom-hole. Lucy lifted onto her toes, her voice echoing her distress with its higher pitched whimper.
"Shhh," Lucas said again, finding her neck with his lips and kissing her gently. "This bottom is also mine. You will discover how this bottom can be used to teach you obedience in so many different ways." She felt like she would die of shame as the finger continued to press against her. "This, too is mine," Lucas whispered and pressed hard against the hidden pucker. Lucy instantly remembered the horrid feeling of the nozzle as she had been penetrated, the shame of knowing her bottom was on display as she lay over the punishment pillow, the most secret part of her body no longer hidden. "You will never hide what is mine. I will spend the rest of my life teaching you all the wondrous ways your body can be used to discover untold pleasures, as well as pain, when you are disobedient. Do you understand that every inch of your body belongs to me?" Lucas asked quietly. Lucy nodded quickly against his shirt as the truth of his words consumed her. This man now owned her, every part of her. She had vowed before God to obey and submit to this man for the rest of her life.
"You will answer me, little one," Lucas reminded her. "Who does all this belong to?" he asked as his hands moved to cup first her bottom and then moved between their bodies where his palms skimmed across the area between her legs, then moved to cup her breasts, thumbs raking across hardened nipples before his hands cupped the scarlet cheeks of her face, forcing her to raise her head and meet his eyes. Lucy gasped at what she saw in their depths. She felt him devour her with them, and her own violet ones drank in the raw passion she saw.
"I belong to you," she whispered. "You own all of me." Lucas nodded and bent to take her mouth. Lucy's arms wrapped around his neck as he kissed her. He was staking a claim that no other person would ever be able to break. His kiss seared her soul; her blood seemed to boil with a heat that spread into every inch of her body. Her breasts seemed heavy and ached to be held, her nipples so hard they hurt. Her sex moistened again, the lips swelling, the small hidden bud twitching and making itself known as it swelled inside its tiny hood. Even the globes of her bottom began to ache; the remaining welts from Mrs. Bremmer's tawsing began to itch and burn as if aching for someone to stroke and soothe them. She could feel the ghost of his finger where it had pressed her so intimately. Lucy's whimper of pure need forced Lucas to take the kiss even deeper, his cock threatening to burst from its confines as it, too, demanded release.
Lucas bent only slightly and scooped her into his arms. He carried her to the bed and placed her on it. She whimpered when he released her, and she found herself kneeling on the bed, her face flushed, her lips parted and burning, her arms lifting as if begging to be lifted into his arms again. Lucas ran his fingers through her hair. She gasped as he wrapped his fingers in her tresses, pulling her head back as he bent to ravish her mouth.
"Lift your arms," he said as he released her mouth. It took her a moment to focus on his words, her entire body throbbing, her lips still parted and swollen from his kiss. Lucas looked down at her, the woman he worshipped, kneeling on his bed, her body proving she was ready for him to stake the ultimate claim. Her eyes met his, glazed with a need she didn't fully understand and one only he would ever satisfy. "Kitten, lift your arms," he repeated softly, his own hands moving to gently caress her bare arms.
She slowly obeyed, her pale arms rising above her head. Lucas gathered the thin fabric of her gown in his hands and drew it slowly up her body, exposing her inch by inch until she was panting for breath. She moaned when he drew the gown over her head and tossed it aside, her body trembling, her hands reaching to cover the breasts that no longer felt like her own. They were heavy and aching, demanding to be supported.
"No," Lucas said, gently pushing her arms down and cupping the globes in his palms. Lucy's head fell back, her moan of need going straight to his crotch. He thumbed her nipples again before brushing her hair aside and bending to place a kiss on each puckered tip. Lucy whimpered, her hands going to his bent head, her fingers now gripping his own tresses. Lucas moaned as he drew a nipple into his mouth and suckled it hard, pressing it up against the roof of his mouth as his tongue tasted her for the first time.
"Lucas," she whimpered, needing something more, something her body was preparing her for, as she felt her thighs growing wet from her need. Lucas released her breast. He smiled down at her, his eyes raking up and down her body. He took in her breasts, the nipples puckered and taut, both glistening from where he had suckled. His eyes continued down her body to land on her now-bare mons. His groan matched hers as he felt his cock strain even more against the confines of his trousers. She was incredibly beautiful, her pale skin illuminated by the candles and the firelight. He reined himself in, knowing he was only a breath away from ravaging her on a night that was meant to be treasured for the rest of their lives.
He returned his eyes to her face and saw a look of raw need run across her face. He immediately bent to kiss her, his touch at her breast, his fingers stroking the nipples causing her to arch and lift towards him. He moaned again and stepped back. "You are mine," he said, in a tone that showed his amazement at that fact.
Lucy smiled, her heart full. "I am yours," she agreed. Lucas shuddered at her words, his hands clenching as he took several deep breaths. Lucy saw his face and suddenly understood he was attempting to restrain himself. She unconsciously smiled and sat up, her hair spilling over her shoulders hiding her body beneath its strands. She moved to her knees, her hands reaching to him.
"Let me," she said as her small fingers began to work the buttons of his vest. He watched as the buttons popped free and she watched as he shrugged out of it and tossed it aside. She again reached for him, but he captured her hands.
"Move your hair to bare your breasts to me," he ordered. She flushed hotly, her hands hesitating before lifting the weight of her hair and moving it over her shoulders. Lucas watched as her breasts were completely bared, the nipples rosy and tight, his symbol of possession lying nestled between.
"Beautiful," he said, reaching out to again gently cup her breasts in his palms. Lucy moaned, the sensation spreading throughout her body, her eyes closing as he gently took each nipple between his finger and thumb, giving each a pinch. Lucy arched and gasped, her eyes flying open.
"Spread your legs, Lucy," he ordered. "Bare your sex to me, as well." He heard her whimper and saw her hesitate, as if only now discovering his intention to look his fill of her nakedness. “Spread your legs apart," he repeated. Lucy held her breath as she forced herself to move her legs apart.
"Sit with your bottom on your heels, legs wide," he said, his eyes never leaving the 'V' of her spread legs. As she obeyed, her naked mons was pushed forward, no blond curls hiding her swollen and glistening sex. She was aware of his eyes, but instead of feeling shame at the position he required, she felt her view change. She was a woman who was in love, a woman who was flowering in her sexuality, a woman who needed to submit to this man and allow him to take her places she had only begun to realize existed. Lucas nodded his approval. “Continue," he said, lifting her hands and giving each a kiss that caused her to shudder. Lucy's hands trembled as she reached for the buttons of his shirt. Her movements were far more hesitant as he had returned his fingers to her nipples, occasionally giving each a soft pinch or running his fingernail over the extremely sensitive tip of each bud. Lucas smiled as he watched her fingers fumble with the buttons. Her pulse began to race as each one opened, baring his chest an inch at a time. She moaned when the last button came free, and the broad, muscular chest of her husband was fully revealed. Lucas released her nipples and tugged t
he shirt from his pants, dropping it beside the discarded vest. He had not been helped to dress or undress by a woman since he was a very small child. He found he desired nothing more than for his bride to continue. He didn't speak but moved to sit on the chair to remove his boots and stockings. Lucy shifted on the bed, her legs closing as her hands moved to cup her breasts, her nipples both aching with relief of being released, as well as the unconscious desire to have his hands claiming them again. Wearing only his trousers, he returned to the bed. He reached out and removed her hands.
"No, you are not to touch yourself, little one. Your body belongs to me, Kitten, I will decide how it is to be touched," Lucas said, and saw her shiver again, her nipples tightening even more. "You were not told to close your legs," he said, "Open them." She did so, her body once more open and available, though she didn't truly understand that the pose was one of a submissive offering herself to her master. Lucas took her hands and pressed them to the bulge in his trousers. Suddenly shy and a bit frightened of what she would discover, Lucy hesitated, though she could feel the hardness of his cock beneath the fabric.
"Finish, little one," Lucas said, his voice hoarse. "Undo my trousers and free my cock." She shuddered at his words, the command immediately causing a gush of wetness to fill her sex. Her hand trembled as she lifted her eyes to find him looking down at her. He smiled and stroked her cheek. His touch was gentle, yet one of a master to his submissive. "Finish," he repeated, his smile of encouragement giving her the strength she needed. She slowly began to unbutton his trousers. Lucas felt his own legs tremble a bit as she allowed the loosened cloth to fall apart. He was about to repeat his order, when he saw her small hand reach for him. He held his breath, and his heart pounded as she pushed her hand through the opening of his trousers and softly touched his cock for the first time.
Her eyes darted to his, her small mouth parting in her surprise. "It ... it is so soft," she whispered, and he almost chuckled, as he knew he was as hard as he had ever been.
"Remove it, Kitten, take it fully out of my trousers," Lucas said. She nodded and slowly managed to free him of his underclothes, his cock twitching in her palm. She blushed when it moved, her hand falling away. She stared at his shaft, surprised at both its length and its thickness. She again felt her stomach flip, her hands once more reaching out on their own accord to enfold her fingers around him. Lucas groaned at the contact, and she quickly removed her hands.
"No, sweetheart," Lucas ordered softly, even as he moved to lower his trousers to the floor. He kicked them aside and stepped closer. "Hold me," she heard, and she reached for him again. Her face was flushed, her eyes huge as she felt the steel beneath the silken sheath of his skin. He felt hot and huge in her hands. Her eyes went to the thick, mushroom-shaped head and saw a glistening drop of fluid ooze from the slit. Lucas' knees almost buckled when her finger gently swiped against the drop, spreading the fluid across the crown of his erection.
"You said you don't get wet like me," she whispered, her eyes once more lifting. Lucas smiled at her comment, his eyes dropping to her exposed sex, easily seeing her arousal glistening in the candlelight. Lucy realized where his eyes had dropped and flushed hotly, her legs quivering with the need to conceal herself from him. His hands reached down to gently rest on her upper thighs.
"No," he uttered as he met her eyes and shook his head. She moaned but stilled her legs as she accepted his reminder.
"I guess I do get a bit wet, little one," he admitted as she continued to hold him, and his fingertips stroked the smooth skin of her thighs. Seeing her kneeling on the bed, her head so close to his erection, he remembered a lesson he had postponed after her first spanking.
"Lucy, kiss my shaft," he said. Her head jerked up, her eyes showing her disbelief at his words. He moved one hand to her face and stroked her cheek. "Kiss me, Kitten," he said again. She still hesitated, her body thrumming but her head holding her back from obeying.
"When you give me cause to spank or paddle you, little one," Lucas said, continuing to stroke her cheek and her inner thigh, "I will put you on your knees as I did this morning." She nodded, the memory of the paddling running through her mind. "You will make your penance while on your knees, Lucille," Lucas continued. "You will make it with your mouth." His finger moved to stroke across her parted lips. His free hand moved to the base of his cock. "You will make your apology for your naughtiness, ask permission to perform your penance, and once given, you will unbutton my pants and remove my cock just as you have now," he said, and saw her eyes drop to where his cock was being held in his hand. He allowed her a brief moment and then used his free hand to lift her face back to his.
"Once you are holding my cock, little one, you will open your mouth, take me inside and use your tongue to lick and your lips to suckle my cock until you draw my seed into your throat." She didn't truly understand what he meant but felt a rush of something sweep through her entire body. "I will fill your mouth with my very essence, and Lucy, you will willingly accept my tribute into your body as proof of your contrition. Doing so will reinforce your obedience and submission," Lucas said slowly, wanting her to receive every word. "With your acceptance you will find comfort in knowing you have made a complete penance and have found forgiveness." Lucy suddenly understood that being placed on her knees before this man, her bottom swollen and burning from his discipline, asking to perform this specific penance would show her absolute and pure submission.
Lucas moved his hand to cover hers as they held him. He moved his free hand to the back of her head. "Kiss my cock, Lucy," he again ordered. "Show me you understand how you will make your penance." Lucy bent forward and closed her eyes when only the purplish head filled her vision.
Lucas felt her lips brush lightly against his glans, and his heart stopped beating. "Keep your eyes on mine," Lucas whispered his order, his voice shaking a bit. She felt her heart pounding as she lifted her eyes. She saw his eyes meet hers, the desire filling them. She opened her mouth and tried to take him inside. She was forced to open her lips wider, his girth causing her to strain to obey. Lucas felt her pull back as her tongue tasted the fluid she had spread over the head of his cock. His hand at the back of her head held her in place.
"That fluid is just the beginning," he said. "It helps lubricate my cock for when I penetrate you, just as your cream lubricates your pussy as it readies for my entry." Lucy flushed at his words, her pussy proving his words to be true as she felt her wetness seeping from between her splayed thighs.
Lucas took a deep breath, "Continue." She didn't attempt to continue her withdrawal; she simply bent forward, her mouth opening a bit wider as she took him between her lips for the first time. Lucas groaned, the sound almost primal in the silent room. He guided her hand to the base of his shaft before releasing it. "Stroke up and down as you use your tongue to lick all around my cock," he said, his voice deep with need, as he kept tight rein on his desire to thrust hard and fast into her virgin mouth. She slowly moved her hand, amazed at the firmness under her fingers and the way he seemed to throb in her mouth. Her tongue took tiny licks of his skin, the saltiness tasting strange yet not truly unpleasant on her tongue. Her tongue grazed the tip, and she felt another drop of the liquid she had discovered oozed from the tiny slit her tongue dipped into. The groan he uttered was loud, causing her to shiver as she saw him close his eyes tightly, his jaw clenched.
"Stop," he moaned as he gently moved to disengage from the heaven that was her mouth. Lucy was surprised when he pulled away, her hand dropping as he stepped back.
"Did ... did I fin ... finish my penance?" she asked, her voice trembling. She also had the thought that, from his description, she had expected something more. Lucas shook his head, his cock threatening to burst. He managed a gentle smile at her absolute innocence. Lucas felt his cock jerk as if demanding he replace it where it so wished to be, deep in her mouth, her warm sweet tongue swirling around its circumference.
"No, sweetheart," he said, knowing she would have no
true knowledge of what to expect until she was actually placed on her knees, her bottom throbbing as she made her first true penance. "You will often be offering your mouth in penance, Lucille," he said as he moved towards her. "However, the rest of your lesson can wait, for I wish to find pleasure deep within you and teach you take your own." Lucy shivered, suddenly understanding the lesson had only given her a tiny glimpse of what he would expect of her. She flushed but allowed him to push her to her back in the middle of the bed. Lucas climbed onto the bed and was soon bending over her, his legs spread as he straddled her small frame. He bent and kissed her, tasting himself on her tongue. He moaned, his cock again threatening to release before he even entered her.
"This will hurt you," he warned, even though he had run his fingers through her sex and found her soaked. He saw her embarrassment at what his fingers found but also saw her small nod as he positioned his cock at her entrance." Don't be frightened; I promise to be as gentle as I can."
"Yes ... yes, Sir," she said softly. "I ... I'm ready." He felt her hips lift, unconsciously seeking him. Lucas smiled and took both of her hands in his, lifting and pinning them to the mattress above her head. Lucy shuddered; the movement immediately made her feel even smaller as he easily held her. She began to slip further into submission.
