Caring for Citrine (The Red Petticoat Saloon)

by Alta Hensley

  Snapping back into reality, she knew it was time to face the upcoming punishment rather than what color the curtains would be. With her fingers trembling, she removed each item of clothing until she stood completely nude. Taking a few steps closer to the corner, she stood there with her face only inches from the wall.

  Della’s heart started to thump, strong and steady. She stood in the corner, staring at every inch of the wall up close. She stood there. Silence. An endless torturing circle of thoughts punished her more than the worst spanking implement. Tears rose in her eyes as she tried to make sense of her stubborn refusal to listen to her soon-to-be husband. Why? She actually considered herself quite submissive, but she did have something to prove. Maybe that was just it… with Anson, she didn’t have to prove anything. Maybe he already knew she could do it. Already knew she was capable. Already knew she would be there for him. And then the point of corner time dawned on her. It wasn’t just about standing there waiting for a punishment. It was about coming to terms with why she was being punished to begin with.

  She would have plenty of spankings during their marriage. It was the way things were done between a man and a woman, and secretly she liked the idea of it. There was something very attractive about a man who could take a woman in hand. And he was right, she would lose respect for him if she could counter or argue everything he said with no consequence. Yet standing with her nose in the corner was far beyond anything she could imagine. The waiting was excruciating. Standing naked, chills running along her skin, left her desperate for Anson. Her body shook and her sex throbbed with anticipation. The unknown racked her nerves and her imagination ran wild with what would happen next. Feelings of embarrassment, shame, and humiliation, mixed with sexual desire and lust, made her knees wobble.

  Standing in the corner made her face her thoughts. It forced her to deal with her emotions. She had no choice when there was nothing standing in the way. There was nothing to distract her, nothing to hide behind. Naked and out in the open, Della had no choice but to think and come to terms with her feelings. She hated being alone with her thoughts, but loved the feeling of standing there exposed and ready. She stood there and waited for Anson to do with her as he pleased. A submissive wave washed over her as her core melted in hungry need. She stood there, punished, remorseful, and wanting to change. She stood in the corner waiting, willing… willing to trust her future husband.

  Here it came. Della stood stiff, staring at the corner. Behind her, the bedroom door had opened, and Anson had come into the room. His footsteps were heavy behind her. She tried hard to calm her racing heart with little success. Her cheeks flushed with the embarrassment of knowing he was watching her stand naked against the wall. Della pressed her legs firmly together to try to conceal the moisture that had been building during her isolated discipline. Feeling more vulnerable than she ever had, Della just closed her eyes and waited.

  “Della.” His hand glided up her back, tangled in her hair, and then slowly slid its way down to rest on her bottom. Her breath caught, waiting for what was next.

  Anson turned her toward him and kissed her softly on the cheek. He let her go and settled himself on the edge of the bed. He took a moment to look at her naked body standing before him, before tapping the top of his thighs. “Come lay over my lap.”

  She searched his eyes, and the intensity of his gaze made her heart skip a beat. She wasn’t going to protest or put up the slightest fight. She wanted this spanking both physically and emotionally. She needed Anson to take control. She needed him to demand control.

  With one fluid movement, she silently placed her body over his knee.

  “This is going to be a real punishment spanking. It’s going to hurt,” Anson said in a low voice.

  Della nodded. “I know.”

  “I don’t want to do this, but I have to.”

  She swallowed. “I know.”

  He grabbed her hands and held them in place at her lower back with one of his. This couldn’t be a good sign. He expected her to try to resist. It was the telltale sign that one hell of a spanking was coming.

  The spanking began as he swatted every inch of her upturned bottom. He spanked harder, turning her heavy sighs and soft cries into outright sobs. Della had never really cried freely during a spanking so early, until now. She didn’t beg or plead for him to stop, because she didn’t want him to. She wanted the full release.

  By the time he reached the soft skin of her inner thighs, the intensity of the spanking was almost too much. She twisted and turned against his hand, trying to avoid the slaps.

  “I respect you, and I expect you to respect me.” He spanked her five more times even harder. “Allow me to have final say, and I promise I will take that responsibility with extreme seriousness. I will never let you down. Can you do that?”

  Della nodded. “Yes, yes! I promise.”

  “When I ask you to do something, I expect that you follow my wishes.” The spanking continued.

  She nodded again, since words failed her. The sobs shook her body as his hand landed on her sensitive sit spots.

  “I appreciate your help, and will ask for more of it in the future. But it needs to be at my discretion. Not yours. I didn’t want you there, because I didn’t want to worry about you getting sick when I had enough people to worry about. My mind did not need to be distracted.”

  “I’m sorry, Anson. I know I should have listened.”

  Anson released her hands, allowing Della to wipe away her tears.

  “So I’m going to ask you a question.” He rubbed her backside, running his fingers down, following the path of the crease. She moaned and parted her legs, allowing him access to the rest of her. He slid his finger past her silken folds, wet with her desire, and pressed deeply within. He removed his finger and pressed against her tight back entrance. Applying pressure as he spoke, he asked, “Do you trust me to lead in our marriage? When you give your vows, will you be able to truly obey?”

  Anson’s finger entered her anus effortlessly, releasing a wanting gasp from Della. She hungered for him like never before. She bucked against his hand, driving his finger even deeper into her forbidden channel. She didn’t want to admit that she enjoyed the biting pain, but she did. Oh how she did. She wanted more… thicker, deeper. She wanted his cock buried deep within her ass.

  “Della,” he warned. “Answer me. I don’t want to spank you again.”

  She turned her head and looked over her shoulder at him. “I trust you. I will always try to obey.”

  He quickly wrapped his arms around her, pulling her tightly into his embrace, cradling her as he spoke. “I love you. I love you more than I thought possible.” He placed soft kisses on Della’s forehead as she snuggled against his chest. Anson brushed the hair away from her forehead. “I don’t want you to leave. Stay with me tonight and from this moment on.”

  “I don’t want to leave either. What about my home?”

  “This is your home now. I want to respect you. Wait until marriage. But I can’t spend another second without you.” Anson held her tight, rubbing his hands softly along her back.

  “Will you think less of me if I told you I don’t care about waiting?” Della sniffled. “I’m not a virgin. I will never be that virtuous girl you deserve.” Della couldn’t hold back and allowed the tears to come flowing out again. “Even as your wife, I will still always have been a whore. I sold myself to men.”

  He shook his head. “I would never judge you. I see that as part of your strength. It tells me that you will survive anything, and that gives me great pleasure in knowing I have such a strong woman by my side.”

  “You don’t see me as broken? Dirty?”

  “I should pull you over my knee and spank you again for saying something like that.” He softly kissed her lips. “As soon as this cholera passes, you will be my wife. My true, genuine and lovely wife.”

  Della turned her head to look up into Anson’s eyes. “When will I meet Stone? What about his grandmother?” />
  He nodded. “We will do that soon. He will love you, as will his grandmother.”

  “Yes, but…” She shook her head. “I don’t know. I have no idea how to be a ma. What would I do? What would I say?”

  Anson took her hands, linking their fingers together. “You be you. You love him.” He lifted her hands, brushed his lips over the back of each one in turn, causing a small tremble to wrack her naked body. “We don’t have to work it all out right now. Just know that they will love you. We will all love you.” He kissed her head. “Lay down so I can cover you up. You’re shaking. We can talk about this in bed.”

  Anson positioned their bodies on the bed, spooning her curves against his. She pressed her hot ass against his growing cock that tented his pants. “I don’t want to wait any longer. Please, Anson. Make me yours. Take my body completely.” She moaned, as she pressed against him even harder.

  Anson ran circles along her heated flesh, dipping his hand lower between her legs. His fingers ran along her silky folds, spreading signs of her arousal all over her pussy. She had not realized that moisture had pooled between her legs during Anson’s correction. Humiliation washed over her and she tensed, attempting to clamp her legs together to conceal her arousal. What must he think of her? What kind of woman allows the demon of lust to come when being disciplined?

  He removed his hand from between her clenched thighs and spanked her hard, one swat on each cheek. “Do not try to hide from me.” He dipped his finger back to her soaking quim. “It pleases me to see that my touch has this effect on you.” He moved his finger to her little pearl and caressed it ever so gently.

  Della bucked up, surprised at such a powerful sensation. “Oh, Anson!”

  “I’m very pleased,” he growled. The hunger in his eyes practically changed his appearance. He seemed predatory, yet she still did not fear him.

  Heat radiated over her body, her pussy throbbing in need. If she had her way, she would have him play with her little pearl all night. The feeling of his hand on her most private of parts was most indecent, yet so tantalizing. Taking a moment to breathe deeply and try to gain some control of her licentious body, she watched as he stood. His cock pressed against his pants to the point she wondered if it caused him pain. He couldn’t free himself from his restraints of his clothing fast enough for her taste. She wanted him now with an intensity that made her breaths come out in gasps. This man… this honest to goodness hero before her, literally made her grow weak in the knees. Such powerful and masculine features, and also such refinement and class—a true gentleman. She had to have him. She had to have him now, and she prayed to God that he would be gentle and show her what making love was all about.

  Shedding the last of his clothes, he approached the bed and ran his palm up Della’s leg, smiling at her when she didn’t flinch, but moaned in response to his touch.

  His dark eyes scanned her body, and he licked his lips seeming like he was preparing to devour her. Approaching very slowly, as if trying not to scare her off, Anson embraced her and cradled her frame into his arms. She snuggled into his chest, enjoying the warmth of his body against her exposed skin.

  Leaning down and kissing her lips, he murmured against them, “It’s time we truly become one.”

  She nodded in answer and returned his kiss with fervor, relinquishing any last bit of modesty she once possessed. Della took a moment to take in the fact that his room would now be theirs. She had never had her own room before, or even a bed to call her own—unless you included the working bedroom of a whore, which although was assigned to her for the purpose of work, was never truly hers. And now Della knew her life had changed forever. She would no longer be the gem Citrine, but instead was about to become a loved woman.

  She lay back on the bed completely naked, and didn’t try to conceal herself at all. Her eyes never left his, attempting to hypnotize him with her passion for him to be deep inside of her wet pussy.

  “I want to look at and touch every part of your body. I want to memorize every curve, every dip and valley, and every inch of your skin,” he huskily said.

  Without waiting for a response, he spread her legs wide, watching the seam of her pussy open for him. Her tiny hole just begged to be entered, but Anson maintained control and still went slowly. She already knew this wasn’t going to be a quick and selfish roll in the hay her paying customers were known for.

  Running his finger along each side of her delicate petals, he asked, “Has anyone ever taken the time to give you pleasure before? Has anyone made you come?”

  She shook her head. “No, it was my job to please them. Not the other way around.”

  “Then we need to change that. From now on, it is about you: the way you feel, the way you moan, the way you call out my name.”

  Soaking up her juices with his fingertip, he coated the opening to her pussy nice and well. With as much care as he could, he pressed his wet finger past her opening and eased his way in. Della gasped and tensed, but then relaxed when Anson slowly began to move his finger in and out of her tight channel. He leaned down and kissed her thatch of little black curls, inhaling the musky scent of her desire.

  “Relax, Della,” he coaxed as his finger glided in and out. “I need to get this sweet cunny of yours ready for me. I’m not a small man, and I don’t want you to feel anything but pure delight.” When her legs relaxed back open and her hips thrust up to meet his mouth, silently begging for more of his kisses, he whispered, “That’s my good girl. Let me prepare you to become mine in all ways.”

  His name caught in her throat when a moan overpowered it as his tongue flicked her clit, nipping it between his lips. Her hands ran on both sides of his head, driving his face into her pussy as her moans intensified.

  “Anson… Anson? This feeling. I feel…” Panic laced her words. She didn’t know what to think about the sensations flooding in. She had never… she had never… “Anson!”

  “Allow it to flow, darling. It’s pleasure knocking at your door. Let it in.”

  Her head thrashed side to side, and her breathing became ragged. “I’m scared.”

  “Come for me, Della. Fill my mouth with your sweet cream. Release.”

  Her hips bucked as her moan turned into a tiny scream. Her pussy quivered around his mouth, and she knew the taste of her nectar coated his tongue. He lapped up every last bit of her completion as her body shook on the tail end of her climax.

  As if not wanting her body to fully become sated, he moved up to her breasts and began to circle his tongue around one nipple, and then moved to pay the same attention to the other. He molded the flesh of her firm and perky mounds with his hands.

  “I can no longer fight the hunger. I need my cock buried deep inside of you and I can’t wait any longer.” Stretching up, he placed his lips at the shell of her ear and whispered, “I’m going to put my cock inside of you now. It might hurt a little, my love, but I will try to make it as easy as possible.”

  “Yes, yes, please,” she begged. “I want this. I do.”

  Placing the head of his dick at her entrance, he slowly eased in. She knew this was the time where he fully claimed her. Her body would belong to him, just as she would.

  “Take a deep breath and relax,” he ordered as he pushed firmly against her opening, spreading her wide as Della cried out. “Shhh…” he cooed as he paused for a moment so she could adjust to his girth.

  It was Della who began to thrust her hips up and down, demanding that he hold back no further. Taking her cue, he launched a steady rhythm of pushing in and out, while placing soft kisses along the side of her neck. A steady staccato of his cock pulling out just enough to spread her opening, and then plummeting back inside, so deep she could feel his dick push up against where the inside of her quim ended, balls scraping along her outer lips, had her moaning. In and out, he claimed her. In and out, she gave herself to him. Her doctor. Her man. Her everything.

  Not being able to hold back his own pleasure any longer, he allowed the surge o
f his ecstasy to take over, filling his seed deep within her.

  “Anson,” she called out, the sound of his name so sweet on her pouty lips.

  “Yes, my love?”

  “Will you ever let me go?”

  “Never. Never. You are mine.”

  Chapter Twelve

  The morning light cast its wake-up call through the window. Della had never spent the night with a man before. Waking up to a warm body and soft breathing by her ear sent a thrill through her core with the knowledge that the rest of her life would be like this. Even though she was still exhausted from assisting in the cholera outbreak, and her body ached slightly, she had never felt so at peace before in her life. Her body practically hummed in contentment.

  Wrapping his arms around her body, Anson murmured against Della’s neck, “I had a dream that I woke up and you were gone. Don’t ever leave me again. Even in my dreams.”

  She turned her head to look over her shoulder, her mind twinkling with mischief. “And if I do?” she teased as she pressed her bottom to his hardness.

  Anson slid his hands around her waist and pulled her tighter against him. She didn’t resist, but instead, positioned her body so that her bottom hole rested against his lengthening desire.

  “I would have to punish you,” he said with a nip to her ear. “Again.”

  Della released a soft moan, tilting her head back in sweet surrender. She pressed her bottom even closer, allowing the tip of his erection to enter past her tight rosebud. Not all the way, but enough to feel the tight heat of her taboo channel. Anson splayed his hands across her mound and toyed with her clit, swirling his fingertip in circles. He already understood every inch of Della’s body, and had already mastered the skill of causing her body to hum.

  “Then I’ll just have to accept my punishment like a good girl,” she replied, sighing contentedly.