by Maggie Ryan
"Sore?" he asked, lifting his head again.
"Yes, sir, a little," she admitted, her teeth finding her bottom lip as a hard thrust pinned her beneath his heavy weight.
She squealed, her hands scrabbling to grab his shoulders as he rolled to his back, his cock buried deep even as he adjusted her to sit on his lap. The relief to her bottom was instant and though she appreciated his concern, a secret part of her actually missed the additional sensation making love on a recently punished arse provided.
"Ride me," he instructed, his fingers taking the place of his lips as they found her nipples. As he began to roll and pluck them, she moaned, moved her knees wider to straddle his hips and lifted her body. Memories of the first time she'd been in this position, the feelings of insecurity in not knowing what was expected that morning on the train, had her smiling.
"You've come a long way," he said softly as he demonstrated yet again how connected they both were, obviously sharing the same memory. "You are so incredibly beautiful when you ride, Lucy."
She felt her face suffuse with her pleasure at his words and arched her back, her long hair sweeping against his thighs as she pleasured him. She moved up and down his shaft in long slow movements, the contrast of being filled and then empty increasing her arousal. Rocking forwards and back, undulating her hips in a rolling movement, she heard his breath catch and smiled yet again. He continued to tweak her turgid buds and as she felt her culmination building, she began to move faster.
"You are quite the erotic equestrian, kitten," Lucas said, thrusting up into her. "Whether it be Diabla you ride while offering your arse for my cane, or posting on my cock, I will never tire of watching you."
"Please," she said, her body thrumming with all the sensations his actions and his words were causing. "I-I… may I take my pleasure?"
Lucas's head moved from side to side and the grin he gave her had her sex clenching around his shaft. "Not yet. This time I want you to come with me."
She moaned and bit her bottom lip as she attempted to stall her explosion. Denial was a lesson he was teaching her and though she found it so very difficult to obey, she had to admit that having to withhold her own pleasure for however long her husband decreed made her release just that much sweeter when she was at last allowed to fall over the brink.
Pulling away a bit to keep her clitty from full contact, she moaned as the adjustment caused her breasts to feel more of a pull because his fingers had yet to release her nipples. Moving a bit slower, she heard him chuckle.
"Naughty. I don't wish for you to slow, little one. Ride me properly." Lucas gave each of her nipples a final nip and then slid his hands to cup the globes of her bottom. His blunt nails raked across the wheals, causing her to gasp and more of her cream to seep from her body.
"Oh… oh, I-I don't think I can…"
"You can," he assured her, assisting her by cupping her buttocks again and lifting her higher before pulling her down until his length was completely buried within her quim. While she was just beginning to learn self-control, he was a master. Lifting her again, he held her high until his cockhead was just barely inside and when she moaned, he lowered her only an inch before lifting her again.
"Please, I need you deep," Lucy begged, attempting to lower herself, seeking to draw more of his shaft into her body.
"Don't spend," he ordered, thrusting deep and causing her to gasp in pleasure. He continued to thrust to varying depths before always withdrawing at the exact moment before she lost control.
The act of love became a dance, with his leading and her following. She bent forward, her lips finding his chest in a kiss as she rotated her hips, her body desperate for release and her heart desperate to obey his wishes. It was both exquisitely delicious and bordering on painful as her release was denied time and time again. She had just about decided that a spanking would be worth being allowed to fall into the abyss when he pulled her down and cupped her face, kissing her gently.
"Good girl, now come with me." He began to slam into her as he took full control, claiming her for his own and within a dozen strokes, she could feel him tensing and her explosion moving past the point of no return. She cried out his name as he cried hers and they came together in the ultimate bliss of pleasure.
Her body was still contracting, the walls of her cunny caressing his cock until he'd spilled every drop of his seed within her. He didn't pull out as she bent forward, collapsing like a rag doll. It was one of her favorite positions, as it allowed her to rest her cheek on his broad chest, her ear over his heart. She loved hearing it gradually slow as he regained his composure.
"I love you, Papa," she said softly as he wrapped his arms around her, his hand stroking through the strands of her hair.
"I love you more than I can ever say, kitten."
She smiled and lifted her head long enough to place a kiss where her ear had been pressed. "Even though I'm often naughty?"
His large hand moved to stroke against her bottom cheeks, fingers tracing the slightly raised wheals placed there by his hand wielding the cane. "Lucille, I will love you every moment for the rest of my life, no matter how naughty you might be." She squealed when his hand lifted and cracked against her right cheek. "Besides, we both know exactly what naughtiness will earn you, don't we?"
"Yes, sir." Lucy couldn't help but squirm as his fingers unerringly found each and every mark left by the thin, wicked rod. Though she'd just found her pleasure, her body instantly began to climb to that peak again. When she began to rock her hips once more, her husband smiled.
"What a wonderfully wanton woman I wed."
"I'm sorry, Papa," she whispered, her hips stilling as her face flushed. His answer was to roll her onto her back and bend over her until his lips were a fraction away from hers.
"Never be sorry for who you are, my love. You are exactly how you should be. A little naughty and yet a very good girl." He pulled away from her, only to press back inside. "And a little bashful about what pleasures you seek but so responsive that it brings me great pleasure to give you the explosions you desire."
"Are you sure you wouldn't prefer me to be just the good girl?"
"No, kitten," he replied, moving to sit back and using his hands to lift her arse off the mattress, squeezing a bit until she gave a soft yelp. "Who in their right mind would want boring when they could have a beautiful sassy girl to keep them on their toes?"
Her giggle was stifled when he pressed his lips to hers. The kiss began softly but by the time she was released in order to draw breath, his cock was once again thrusting into her and she was moving her body to match his every movement as if the two had become one.
"Keep your eyes on mine," he ordered. "I love watching your eyes when you come."
Violet blue eyes met his and when she asked for permission to take her pleasure, he gave it. Within minutes, she was exploding for the second time, her legs wrapped around his waist, her hands on his shoulders as her body contracted again and again, the ripples in her quim pulling him deeper until he, too, tensed and came. No matter how many times she was taken by this man, she would never feel like it was enough. He stirred her body, her heart, and her soul each and every time.
When he rolled onto his side and tucked her against him, her bottom snug against his softening cock, she sighed in complete satisfaction. Yes, this man had blistered her bottom with his hand and her paddle. Yes, he had laid perfectly parallel wheals down her cheeks and even seared her sit-spots as a consequence of her naughtiness, yet he also cradled her on his lap and in his arms. He soothed her tears as he accepted her penance and forgave her. He made love to her until she screamed her pleasure and then cuddled her to his body, protecting her from all harm. This was her life and she wouldn't trade a single moment of it. She'd found her soul mate and knew that being so loved was the greatest gift one could ever receive.
The next time she woke, it was to find her husband already dressing. "What time is it?" she asked, stretching her arms above her head and moani
ng at the pleasure remembered from the night before.
"Time for anyone wishing to skate to get out bed," Lucas teased, bending to kiss the tip of her nose.
"I'm up, I'm up," Lucy squealed, and then giggled when he began to tickle her until she was squirming and gasping. He kissed her again, their tongues tangling until he pulled back.
"That's hardly true as you are still in bed, kitten, but I definitely am." She followed the movement of his hand to see him rub his palm against the bulge pressing against the front of his trousers. As he began to unbutton his pants and released his erection, she felt her body responding. Within a heartbeat, he pulled her to the edge of the bed, flipped her onto her tummy and pushed her knees wide before burying his cock deeply within her. This wasn't the soft loving she had received the evening before. This was the rutting of a man who had no problem staking his claim as he'd done countless times before. He kept his hands on her hips, rocking her against him with each plunge.
"Come for me, Lucy, come hard."
Her fingers clutched the bedcoverings, her hair a tangled mess as she reared her head back and moaned with the feeling of total surrender. "If you don't come, I'm going to leave you wanting, aching for the pleasure you seek." He thrust in to the hilt, moving his hands to cup her breasts, tugging on nipples that were hard as diamonds. "Or should I take your hairbrush and give you a nice hard paddling on your well-striped arse?"
Her cry filled the room as his words, his fingers and his cock possessed her. She came within seconds of his own eruption and then lay beneath him, panting for breath, her body thrumming with the aftermath of her culmination.
"Papa?"
"Yes, my love."
"I don't think I have the strength to get up."
Lucas chuckled and scooped her off the bed, then placed her on her feet, giving her bottom a single swat. "You're far too young to be so tired. It's time to start our day and Molly is waiting for you."
Lucy reached a hand to rub at the spot he'd spanked and smiled as he took her free hand and moved towards the door. "Wait," she said, realizing she had not been given a gown the night before. "I'm naked!"
"And that is exactly how you need to be for your bath," Lucas said, opening the door and leading her across the hall, chuckling as she scurried like a mouse afraid that Cleo was stalking it, preparing to pounce.
"Well, it's about time, missy," Molly teased from where she sat in the rocker, Louisa sitting on a small stool between her legs as the nanny brushed her hair. "I was beginning to think you'd sleep the entire day away."
"Perhaps our little sleepy-head one needs a longer nap today."
"Papa! I was awake, but then you started tickling me and then…" Realizing what she'd been about to confess, Lucy's face turned scarlet.
"I was teasing and it's my fault, Molly," Lucas said. "I'll get our girl bathed while you finish with Louisa."
Lucy blushed but waved to her twin, and was soon lifted into the tub and giggling as her Papa began washing her himself in deference to the time. It was a quick bath but one that had her body colored a pretty pink that grew darker as he vigorously dried her with a large towel before returning her to the nursery proper. The three women laughed as he bowed low and spoke, "Again, I apologize for disrupting your schedule, my ladies."
"Off with you, then," Molly said, flapping her hands at her employer. "I'll have Lucy dressed in a jiffy." Once the Lord of the manor had left, she did just that, despite taking additional time to smooth another layer of arnica cream on a tender backside.
The twins held hands as they skipped down the stairs together, Molly smiling as she followed behind. It never failed to amaze her how these two young women truly loved being both little ones as well as wives. She knew of wedded couples who went through their days barely tolerating one another, all because of familial pressure due to some sense of duty, or for status and position in the top echelon of society. If sexual relations were shared, it was to produce an heir to ensure that the cycle would continue. Though the twins could have held their own in any position, they'd made a choice that required far more than complacency. She'd witnessed both of them sobbing from a harsh punishment, and spread soothing cream on well-thrashed buttocks—and yet, whether they had pale or painfully marked bums, the girls were always eager to be returned to the men who made their lives both complex and yet simple. It was obvious they both loved and were loved by the men they'd wed. Walking into the dining room to join the family for breakfast, she realized that she not only loved both of these girls and loved caring for them in every manner, these two and the men they had married were the best examples of true, deep love she'd ever witnessed. She offered up a prayer that Franny and Ettie might find love as fulfilling. Every face around the large table bore a smile and despite feeling just a bit selfish, she also prayed that the love she was finding with Joseph was just as happy.
Chapter Two
Ettie was still lacing her boots when she looked up to the sound of laughter. Lucy and Louisa were giggling as they clasped each other's hands and stepped out onto the ice after the men helped lace up their skates. The family had returned to the pond where Lucy had learned to skip stones to enjoy the first of the season's ice-skating. It was a perfect day, with the sun turning the crust of the snow into sparkling diamonds. Flurries would occasionally dust the group with new snowflakes as skates were donned and individuals took to the ice.
"So, sister, tell me the truth. What kept you so late this morning?" Louisa asked with a grin as they skated around the perimeter of the pond.
Lucy shook her head. "I'm willing to bet the same thing that kept you abed. Don't think I didn't notice that your nightgown was lying on the floor. If you'd been up that much longer than I, Molly would have already put away your gown and you would have already been downstairs."
Louisa giggled and squeezed her twin's hand. "Aren't you the little detective? Okay, I'm guilty as charged. I don't know why but it seems that every time Edward takes me after… well, you know—"
"Blistering your bum?" Lucy provided.
"Anyway," Louisa said with an exaggerated scowl. "As I was saying, it just feels so wonderful that I hate to get out of bed."
"Agreed," Lucy confessed. "I'm surprised I can actually find the strength to skate. I feel both exhausted and invigorated." After a pause as they made another turn on the ice, she added, "Do you think we are strange, Louisa?"
"Strange? In what way?"
"It's hard to describe really, but… I mean strange in that no matter how much my bottom aches from maintenance yesterday, my body can't ever seem to get enough of my Papa's touch."
Louisa took a moment to answer. "Well, if we are strange, we are identical in that way as well. It was hard to accept at first because it felt like it was wrong for me to like what Papa did to me when I knew I'd disappointed him. But I've learned that he truly means it when he says that I'm forgiven and have a fresh slate. Just as he wants me to learn a lesson when he is disciplining me, he wants me to learn to accept and give pleasure when the punishment is done. So strange, maybe, but I think that if you asked any woman who lives as we do, you'd find we all feel the same mixture of guilt and desire."
"Isn't it incredible how the pond has changed?"
The twins looked over their shoulders to see Ettie, waving her hand to indicate she meant their actual physical surroundings. Franny was skating up as they continued around the edge of the rink nature had provided.
"Yes, but it's hard to believe this was water just a few months ago. Ettie taught me how to skip stones when we had a picnic here," Lucy explained to Louisa.
"I bet that was fun," Louisa said and then smiled. "Lucy, shall we show Ettie and Franny how we used to spin? Do you remember how?"
"A little, but it's been a long time."
"Are you saying you forgot how?" Louisa taunted.
Lucy shook her head, her grin giving her answer. The two began to skate faster until they'd built up a bit of speed and then grabbed each other's free hand and be
gan to spin in a circle. Their cloaks whipped around them and matching golden hair streamed out as the identical figures became a blur.
Ettie skated towards the whirling girls, clapping her hands. "That's amazing!" she called out, then gasped when Lucy's skate hit a rough spot and she lost her balance. Their hands separated and, with arms flailing, the two girls went down hard onto the unforgiving icy surface. While Louisa gave a loud 'umph', Lucy's reaction was far more vocal.
"Ow!" she shrieked as she continued to spin across the pond. Hitting another rough spot caused her to lift up and bounce down onto her backside again before her hands found a purchase, stopping her rotation. "Ow, ow, ow!"
Louisa had recovered quickly, found her feet, and skated to where her sister sat, her legs akimbo. "Come on, we used to fall all the time! It can't be that bad."
Lucy looked up, her face showing her disbelief of her sister's statement. "Easy for you to say! You might have been strapped, but I was caned during mainte—"
"Lucy!" Louisa gasped, her eyes cutting to Ettie and Franny, who were skating towards them.
"Oh my gosh, are you okay?" Ettie asked, having made it to Lucy's side after skating out of her sister-in-law's way as she spun on her bottom across the ice.
"As I said, it's been a while since we tried spinning," Lucy said, flushing as she pushed herself to her hands and knees. Before she could say anything further, she squealed as she was scooped up by her husband, who repeated Ettie's question.
"That was quite a display," Lucas said, setting her down carefully and keeping an arm around her waist as he used his free hand to gently dust off her rump.
"The spin or the fall?" Lucy asked, her head tilted back so she could look into his face.
"Both," Lucas admitted. "Are you sure you aren't hurt?"
"Um, just my pride," she managed. "As Louisa said, we used to fall all the time." Her assurance was belied by the fact that both hands were busy rubbing her rear.
