Bound by Her Promise

by Jaye Peaches

“I’m going to make this very clear to you, Lysa. It is all there, in the contract, which you signed. You should have read it before consenting, but you didn’t. You can back out, divorce me, but you’ll be sent back. I’m sorry, but that’s the way this is. You understand?”

  “Yes,” she whispered. She was stuck on the colony and there was no going back. Her pride wouldn’t let her, she’d come this far. If she stayed out of the trouble, she need never end up in that terrible room.

  “Lysa. I will not accept bad behaviour on your part. If you kick up a fuss about women’s rights on this colony, you will be in serious trouble, with me.”

  She guffawed. “You wouldn’t spank me. I mean, it’s down to the constable, isn’t it?”

  He shook his head slowly. “Oh no, wife. I have full rights to discipline you myself. The constable deals with Corporation rules. I have my own. They’re simple, Lysa. I will fuck you when I wish and spank you when you disobey me, in between we shall endeavour to be friends and support one another, just as I promised before Harkess.”

  The anger boiled over. Lifting up her leg, she aimed her heel at his bare foot and stamped on it. “Nobody will ever spank me, not like that!”

  Blake hopped. “Why you little minx. That was uncalled for.”

  “What are you going to do about it?” she snarled, hands on her hips.

  He placed his sore foot back on the ground and straightened up, his height towering over her. “Give your bare arse a good tanning, that’s what I’m going to do.”

  * * *

  Lysa scampered away from him, trapping herself in the corner of the kitchen. He strode over to her, scoop her up and flung her over his shoulder. She kicked her legs, pounded her fists on his back. They made no impression, he had a shield of protective muscle and her puny punches had no effect.

  Blake pulled out a kitchen chair, dragged her off his shoulder and as he sat on the chair, he tossed her over his lap.

  She screeched at him, calling him names. “You brute!”

  “You’re only making things worse for yourself.”

  How could Lysa have been so stupid! Not to read an important document, to understand the clauses. The mining colonies would not tolerate any insubordination at any level. Men may not be thrashed, but a hefty fine or losing their jobs kept them in place. Unemployed women needed a different approach—their husbands held them accountable for wrongdoing. As for the punishment block—he didn’t favour public canings and the constable was a man he despised. However, the laws were clear and Lysa had to understand he’d brook no nonsense.

  He tugged down her pants and her panties, exposing her bare bottom. She tried to slap his hands out of the way, but it was futile on her part. He looped a leg over thighs and pinned her arm behind her back. She squirmed, kicked and attempted to lift her body off his lap, but she failed. His strength far outweighed her own.

  “Calm down,” he ordered. “Fighting me is not going to make things easier for you.” It was going to take several hard smacks to make her understand her situation. Later, he would insist she read the contract and discuss any other issues in a sensible, adult fashion. Stamping on his foot, which still throbbed, he would not tolerate.

  Her buttocks had lost the redness of the previous day’s playful spanking. This would be different. He intended to turn her cheeks crimson and ensure she got the message. He rested his hand on her back, holding her steady and waited for her to cease writhing on his lap.

  Lysa’s head lolled and her shoulders sagged. “All right, if this is what you want to do, then get on with it,” she huffed.

  “No, it isn’t what I want to do. It’s what is necessary.” He shook his head with disappointment.

  He lifted his hand high and brought it down with a loud smack. The noise echoed around the room. She went quiet, as if shocked or unable to respond. He repeated the action on the other buttock cheek, leaving a pink handprint. With his hand raining down in rapid succession, her bottom turned from a shade of pink to a rich cherry colour.

  She uttered sounds, like little whimpers as she jerked with each slap, but otherwise she kept position.

  He separated her legs and inspected her sex. A wetness glimmered about her folds. Whatever negative thoughts rampaged through her head, her body had responded in a different fashion.

  “I’m not stopping, yet,” he decided. “I’ll keep going until you accept my responsibilities and acknowledge them.”

  He hesitated, waiting for her to give a response, but she remained silent, as if to contemplate his words. Blake sighed. “Very well.”

  He added another dozen to the existing collection. During another pause, he heard a long sniff. He caught a glimpse of her face. Red puffy eyes and a snotty nose with tears streaking down her cheeks, dripping off her chin. He hated to see her so distressed. It wasn’t his goal, he wanted her to see beyond her foolish decision not to read the contract. She had to appreciate that as her husband, he had the authority to punish her.

  “Do you accept I can punish you, Lysa?” He asked, holding his breath, hoping she would give him the correct response. “Please, Lysa, don’t make me keep spanking you.”

  Her body relaxed. A layer of tension lifted. He no longer had to grip her wrist tightly and her legs lay still. “I’m going to keep going for a little longer, but not smack you hard. Okay?”

  She nodded, peering over her shoulder at him.

  “Say it, Lysa.”

  Her long wet eyelashes blinked back at him. “Please spank me. Sir.”

  “Good girl.”

  He changed his approach. No thunderous smacks echoed about the room. He rubbed her fiery cheeks and administered a few light-weight spanks, almost pats. She hung her head low, snivelling. When he rubbed his hand in a circle about a buttock, she groaned. “I’m trusting you to stay still.” He released his grip on her wrist, allowing it to flop to her side, then he lifted off his leg. She remained in place, bent over his lap, bottom raised and toes on the floor, balancing her body.

  “Very good. If I ever have to spank you again, this is the position you take. No fighting me. Spread your legs a little.”

  She shuffled them apart and he fingered her sex, sliding it up and down her sex. “You’re very wet.” He traced the outline of her anus, already the whitener had stripped the darker skin, leaving it pinker. His cock hardened and he continued to masturbate her. Her snivels turned to moans.

  “Are you close to coming?” he asked.

  “Yes, sir,” she muttered.

  “Tell me when.” He would make this part of her punishment. His foot continued to throb and her stamp would leave a nasty bruise.

  She quivered on his lap, her feet tapping on the floor. “I’m…”

  He withdrew his hand and gave a smack on her bottom. She yelped.

  “Now, I’m going to ask you to stand up. Remove the rest of your clothes. You will make me dinner in the nude, so I can see your red bottom. You will eat naked, sat on your throbbing arse. Then, when I’m fed, we will discuss how to go forward following your revelation.” He had to show how strict he could be, but he hoped it would be the last time.

  He helped her to her feet and she froze, rooted to the spot.

  “Lysa?” He folded his arms across his chest. “I’m waiting.”

  Chapter Six

  Lysa’s legs resembled jelly and her bottom, a furnace. Blake had lit a terrible fire in each cheek and it blazed in an unrelenting fashion. Instead of abating, the burning pain grew, as layer upon layer of flesh awoke, registering the spanking. She wiped the back of her hand across her nose and sniffed.

  “I’m waiting.”

  She saw his foot and the purple mark forming on the surface above his toes. A small bruise compared to what would form on her backside. It would be so easy to hate him. The moment he started to spank, it had been her primary emotion.

  But he’d called her stupid and he was right. She’d been so careful in her planning, submitted herself to sexual exploitation by mean executives who t
reated her like garbage. She’d undergone a humiliating medical examination with Blake watching. How could she not have read the bloody contract!

  It was her fault. Once she accepted that, she’d stopped fighting him. Accepting he could spank her again for whatever misdeeds he determined had not sunk in yet. What truly annoyed her was her traitorous sex, urging her to orgasm while he seared her bottom. More humiliation to add to her existing quota.

  Goddammit. She was a clever young woman with a rebellious streak and she’d let him take her over his knee and spank her.

  She closed her eyes, swaying slightly. She could do this. All she had to do was stay out of trouble and nobody would spank her. Easy peasy. Except, she wasn’t very good at following rules, especially when she fundamentally disagreed with them. Obeying Blake was one thing, but kowtowing to the Corporation that banned women from studying and furthering their ambitions, heck no. She’d risk it if she thought it was necessary. She opened her eyes and Blake remained in his chair, head cocked to one side as if to assess her. He probably could see her mental anguish plastered on her face.

  Goddammit again! Breaking Corporation rules was on thing, but disobeying her rather sexy husband, who’d given her permission to study and achieve her ambition? She’d rather not.

  She undressed and stomped around the kitchen, hunting for something to reconstitute and serve Blake. Satisfied she was doing as he asked, he’d gone to wash and put on fresh clothes.

  She laid out the dishes and when he reappeared, she gingerly lowered her bottom onto a chair. She gasped as the cold plastic encountered her toasted cheeks.

  “Well done,” said Blake, picking up a spoon.

  She picked at her food, hungry but without an appetite, she forced it down her throat while sipping on the minty water.

  They ate in an awkward silence. Once finished and Blake had scraped his plate clean, he called up the contract on his private tablet and instructed her to read it. When she’d finished, he sat her on his lap and they talked. With no clothes on, she appreciated his warm body and calm voice as he allayed her fears.

  “I just don’t see you as the type to get in trouble with the law,” he reassured. “You’re not going to spit on the ground, shoplift or daub the walls with graffiti, are you?”

  She giggled. “No, not my style.”

  “Keep your head down. Work in the Green Dome. Do that studying and never, ever talk about it with anyone, understood?”

  “Yessir.” She curled up on his lap, the heat in her bottom dissipating and wrapped her arms about his neck. “Do lifers get punished too?”

  Blake sighed. “The same laws apply, except the constable can’t touch them. Husbands are requested to carry out the punishment. If they refuse, their pay is docked. Adjudicator requires proof so they get marched into his office to show their red bottoms.”

  “Why are they treated differently?”

  “Lysa, it’s not them who are treated differently, it’s you. The Corporation picked you, they gave you to me and when you’re finished here, they pay your bonus. Don’t you understand? Ultimately, they own you. It’s not something that I am comfortable with and it’s part of the reason I held back from marrying.”

  Nobody would own her. The wives in the plant house called her a slut, a whore. One day, she would show them her independence and ambition. “I’m glad you changed your mind. Is that it?”

  “I have a few rules to discuss of my own.”

  Lysa tensed, removed her arms and slid off his lap. She’d read the contract in all its glory and Blake was entitled to his own personal rules to keep her in check. “What rules,” she murmured.

  “No more pants, unless you’re working in the Green Dome. Yes?”

  “Okay.” She didn’t have an issue with looking attractive for him.

  “When I come home from work. You take off your panties.”

  A tell-tale tingling sensation formed in her loins. She nodded.

  “You will be naked in bed.”

  She squished her legs together. “Yes, sir.”

  “Once a week I will inspect you, ensure your anus is beautiful and pale. You will bend over and spread your cheeks, without backchat or complaints.”

  She swallowed. “May I apply the bleaching cream from now on?”

  He pursed his lips. “Yes. But be careful, and don’t be too liberal with it or else it will hurt.”

  So far, nothing horrendous.

  “If I suspect you are neglecting your chores, I will spank you.”

  “I’ve plenty of time to do my chores,” she acknowledged. One habitat pod wasn’t going to keep her that busy, what with the sonic dishwasher and the dry cleaner to freshen up his work clothes.

  “As for sexual service. I will train you for anal sex and you will suck my cock when I wish it and masturbate when I require it. You will ask permission to come.”

  She wanted to touch her clitoris right then. “Why?”

  “It will help keep you focused on the promise you made to me—to be the wife I desire.”

  She had made that promise—a vow she might come to regret, but for the moment, his words heated her loins.

  Blake continued. “I want a sexy, pleasing wife who is a pleasure to fuck. I know you’ve probably had a difficult time with sex, but I do want you to enjoy it too. Whatever happened in the past is over. You’re mine now and if it keeps you aroused all day, I will make you want sex, need it. Understood?”

  Too much! Her belly fizzed with erotic excitement. She crawled back onto his lap and kissed his neck. “Yes, sir.”

  “Go kneel on all fours on the bed and I will take you,” he whispered in her ear.

  Lysa swung her hips as she walked towards the bed. He would see the bright red cheeks of her bottom and the juices trickling down her thigh. Once in position, she felt the bed give as her mighty husband knelt behind her and gripped her waist. The hard tip of his cock, which she’d clearly distinguished while sat on his lap, entered her. He glided into her slippery hole, unhindered by rigid muscles. She maintained an air of supreme relaxation and contentment, a challenge as she resisted the urge to climax.

  Blake paused, inhaling deeply and exhaling, as if to savour her. Lysa spread her fingers wide, anchoring herself to the bed, ready to take his onslaught. She clenched her pussy around him, letting him know she could be used as he wished. His erection withdrew but the action was a false warning. He dug his fingertips into her tender flesh.

  The second he rammed into her, she began to beg, imploring him to let her come.

  * * *

  Days passed in a blur as Lysa adapted to her new life on Colony 14. She worked in the Green Dome, doubling her quota of six hours within a week. She met other Corporate wives, however, it was Sym and Jen to whom she migrated for company and the most laughter. She visited them in the privacy of their pods. The men preferred the bar after the end of a shift, whereas wives kept their socialising hidden from the constable and his deputies, just in case he spotted some misdemeanour. So far, Lysa had yet to meet the man.

  The gym kept her occupied until Blake returned home from work. Each day, she ensured she was there to greet him, wearing a dress with her panties absent. Regardless of his weariness, he’d gather her in his arms and kissed her. She tasted rock on his lips, a sheen of dust from the mine, which settled in his short hair and clothes. While he kissed her passionately, he’d ruck up her skirt and seek out her bare bottom with a groping hand.

  Today was no different. He squeezed a cheek and she rose up on tiptoes, pressing her body into his. His stiffening cock beckoned to her, awakening her own arousal. When he slid a finger down her cleft, seeking out her wet hole, she purred, remembering the previous night, how he’d licked her into an orgasm—her favourite kind of orgasm. Lysa couldn’t fault Blake when it came to giving her pleasure. Even if he took her first, hard and with force, he ensured she received her share of sensual treats.

  Occasionally, he spanked her.

  Unlike the mortifying incident
over his lap, he interspersed his smacks in the midst of intense love-making. She’d grown accustomed to the stings, although she still didn’t understand why they made her wet, needy and agreeable to his demands.

  Lying naked on the bed, with his own urgency spent, he brought his sensual skills to bear. His strength and brawn didn’t prevent him from being tender and gentle. She shivered. If goose bumps were a measure of her aroused state, then she lost count of their number and intensity.

  He trailed kisses down her abdomen as she settled onto her back. Each light brush of his lips whipped up the butterflies lurking beneath. The farther south he drifted, the more they took flight, heading straight to her heart, increasing its pace of thumping beats. A surge of exhilaration struck as he shifted his weight between her legs and dipped his head down. Each slow lick gradually parted her folds, letting him glide deeper into her sex.

  Blake hooked her legs around his shoulders and she rested her heels on his back, sliding them down to his firm buttocks. He held her thighs in his arms, encased his mouth about her pulsating clitoris and let loose his fluttering tongue. Lysa buried her face under her arms and smothered a cry of delight.

  “I’m coming, I’m coming,” she mumbled. He didn’t say no, and she couldn’t stop it if she tried.

  Her orgasm rippled to the fringes of her senses and she held her breath until Blake tickled her tummy with his fingertips.

  “Off,” she muttered, pushing his hand away.

  “No sleeping. We’re going shopping.” He clambered off the bed and she propped herself up on her elbows.

  “For what? I bought food supplies this morning.”

  “You’ll see.” He winked at her as he pulled up his pants. “Get dressed.”

  Of the four shops, he took her to the general store, which sold a range of goods that weren’t food related. She spotted everything from cutlery to replacement showerheads. Some of it looked used.

  “When a worker finishes his stint here, he often sells his possessions. They end up here,” explained Blake. He steered Lysa towards the far corner of the shop.