Carter scowled hearing out loud the very thing that vexed him. He rose from the chair. “Correct. Stand up.”
Anna slid off the bed and stood in front of him, her glistening green eyes fixed in a pleading way on him.
“Bend over the bed and lift up your skirt and petticoat.”
“Oh, Carter,” she cried. She moved her body into his and placed a hand on his chest. “Will you not even hold me in your lap while punishing me? Are you that angry with me?”
Carter remained as hard and immobile as a brick wall. “Yes, I am. Do as I say.” Seeing the injured look on her face, he added, “I will hold you plenty after your punishment, Anna, make no mistake about that.”
She backed away from him, turned, and bent over the bed. She arranged her skirt and petticoat over her back. Carter looked at her drawers and without a word pulled the tie that released the thin material from her backside. Anna buried her face into the thick quilt. Carter unbuckled his belt and drew it out from the loops of his pants. Anna’s head shot up at the noise. She looked back at him as he folded the belt in two.
“Please, Carter. Surely what I did wasn’t so grievous as to earn me a whipping.”
“It was, and I’ll be sure to explain why as you feel each kiss of my belt. Put your hands out in front of you, palms down on the bed.”
Anna whimpered but obeyed. She stretched her arms out as far as she could reach.
“Spread your feet farther apart.”
She did so. Carter looked at her round bottom and noticed her sex peeking through her inner thighs. He was already acquainted with her bare bottom and the backs of her long legs, but the bedroom held more light than the barn had the evening of her spanking. In the bedroom light, he observed that her milk-white thighs were thick and that the fleshiest parts were subtly dimpled. He swallowed. How much he loved her! Her tender beauty and imperfections offered up to him for punishment moved him. She was so precious, so vulnerable, and she was his.
He forced his mind back to the task at hand. “You’re getting ten licks, Anna. You’re allowed to cry out, but you’re not to move from this position. Not a foot out of place, not a hand reaching back, or I’ll start over. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir.”
“You need to be punished for believing that I didn’t love or want you after everything we’ve been through together.”
The belt hissed through the air and landed in the middle of her bottom. “Count,” he said.
“One.” Her voice was small, muffled by the quilt on the bed.
He raised his voice. “I’m offended and sorely disappointed that you thought I wanted you to be with another man. Now that we’re married, it’s especially important for you never to doubt my love and how strongly I feel that you are mine.”
He swung again and landed another stroke that crisscrossed the first.
“Two,” Anna whimpered.
“In the future, you will not run away when I say something that doesn’t make sense to you. You will stay and talk to me about it. If you don’t, we will talk later anyway and you will be punished in addition, just like what’s happening now.”
He belted her again. He landed the lick lower than the first two, right in her sensitive sit spot. She didn’t move a muscle.
“Three.”
He could barely hear her and she wasn’t reacting. Something was wrong. “Look at me,” he said.
She lifted her head off the bed and turned her face to him. The look in her eyes took him aback. She looked lost and confused. “Sweetheart!” he exclaimed. He groaned. He’d been too harsh. He tossed the belt on the chair, sat on the bed, and pulled her into his lap. He’d never been able to stand seeing her face filled with any kind of sorrow. She was the only person in the world who could take him down with a single look. He never wanted her to feel sad, only disciplined and cherished.
Carter peppered her forehead, cheek, and lips with gentle kisses, like he wished he’d done outside. “Are you feeling that upset about getting punished, my love? Surely you know I wouldn’t be cruel?”
She shook her head. “I know you wouldn’t,” she sniffled.
“Then what is it, love?”
She didn’t speak for some time. She looked at her hands and then the floor. Finally she said, “This isn’t what I expected. I didn’t imagine you angry tonight. I thought you would be pleased with me and want to make love to me because that’s what a man does on his wedding night.” Her face crumpled. “But instead you’re angry, and I’ve never seen you look so displeased with me. I hate it.”
“I see, honey. I understand. Thank you for explaining.” Carter held her to him and kissed her cheek again. “You have ideas about how things should go, as do I. We don’t always get what we expect, though. For instance, I expected to be permitted the pleasure of courting you, but I married you without doing that because you’re a practical woman uninterested in the game of new romance. Courting goes against your open nature, and I’ve come to understand that. What’s important is that you are now my wife. The end result is the same.”
He squeezed her a little tighter. “And now this evening, you expected me to make love to you right away because that’s what’s supposed to happen on the wedding night. After your punishment, which would have been over by now, we would have made love. You would see that I am very pleased with you. The end result would have been the same, even if it wasn’t how you expected it. I love you and I’ll never stay angry with you. I swear it.”
Anna looked dolefully into his eyes. “Are you angry with me now?”
“No, honey.”
Her eyes took on a glimmer of hope. “Perhaps we could skip the rest of the punishment and get to the making love part?”
“Hmm,” he mused, pretending to give it some thought, though he’d already made up his mind. He stood with her in his arms and dropped her unceremoniously onto the bed. She bounced once.
“Perhaps just this once,” he said.
She squealed as he grabbed an ankle and flipped her around to lie on her stomach. He leaned over her and unbuttoned the back of her dress, starting at the top.
“I’m looking forward to seeing what’s mine under all these layers,” he said, which made her sigh.
“Carter, the things you say. You make me feel so possessed.”
“As you should feel. You’re mine, and I’m yours. And there are too many buttons on this dress,” he muttered.
Unbuttoning the final one at the bodice, he helped her pull her arms out, then slipped the dress down and off under her legs. He tossed the dress to the nearest corner, which contained her gloves and stockings. Next he observed her corset and tried to figure out the fastest way to untie it.
“What the devil is this?” he growled. “You don’t usually wear this nonsense, do you?”
“No, I hate the corset. It’s just for church and getting married in.”
He snorted. “I don’t see you wearing it after today then.” To make certain of that, he gave up on untying it and sliced it off of her with his pocketknife. Anna gasped as he wrapped an arm under her hips and tummy and lifted her so he could remove the ruined piece of fabric from under her. He threw it to the growing pile of her clothes.
Anna was naked from the waist up and breathless. “You’re undressing me so fast, Carter.”
Carter yanked down her petticoat, revealing her bottom. “Are you complaining, Anna?”
“No, I suppose not.”
“Good.” He threw her petticoat and bloomers to the clothes pile.
For a moment he looked at the back side of her naked body without touching her. She was a sight to behold. Her hair spread messily around her shoulders and the quilt. Her legs past her knees hung over the edge of the bed, making her look off-balance and defenseless. The curve of her shoulders dipped into the small of her back’s delicate valley before her bottom rose into a perfect hill. He observed the three pink stripes from his belt.
Carter touched the nape of her neck and stroked along
her spine down to her bottom, which he cupped at the curve. He gave it a spank that cracked open the hush in the air. Anna let out a surprised yelp.
“Four,” he murmured. He rubbed the place he’d just spanked and kissed her shoulder.
He spanked her other cheek and rubbed. “Five.” He kissed her opposite shoulder.
Anna parted her legs suggestively. He moved his hand to her slit and massaged her until he felt her juices, which clung to his fingers as he took them away. “You’re almost ready for me, my love.”
She responded with a moan. He moved his hand back to her bottom and spanked her again, his wet fingers added a lapping texture to the sharp sound. “Six.”
“Oh, Carter. Please touch me again.”
Carter meandered back to her sex and found her clit under the soft curls. “Where? Here, angel?” He brushed the bud with the tips of his fingers and another moan escaped from her lips.
He teased his fingers through the lips of her opening as he moved back toward her bottom, bringing more of her juices with him. A primitive growl escaped from his throat when the scent of her desire found its way to his nose. He spanked her again.
“Seven, you naughty girl,” he said in a voice low with lust.
“This spanking feels so good.”
“Mmm hmm. I can tell that, darlin’.” Spank. “Eight.”
She raised her luscious bottom to meet his next blow. He met it with enthusiasm, twice. His hand cracked down, once on each cheek, finishing the ten licks he’d promised her.
Anna panted, a churning desire building in her tummy and nether regions. She looked back after the tenth swat to find Carter unbuttoning his shirt. “Lie on your back for me, sweetheart,” he said, locking eyes with her for a moment. She loved how he gently instructed her.
Anna shifted onto her back. She bent her knees up so that her toes curled over the edge of the bed but then closed her knees together, feeling shy. Carter saw that and said, “No, honey, keep your legs apart for me.” She allowed her legs to open while he shucked off the rest of his clothes. He dropped to his knees and positioned his face between her legs.
“Carter, what are you doing?” Anna felt alarmed. She didn’t understand why his face was there. She propped up on her elbows. “I thought you were going to make love to me now.”
Carter placed her knees over his shoulders. “This is all part of making love. Do you trust me, Anna? I want to taste you and make you feel things you’ve never felt.”
Anna looked into his eyes and relented with a breathless “I trust you” before collapsing back on the bed. She stared at the ceiling, a little embarrassed but mostly aroused and curious.
“Good girl.” He breathed heat onto her cleft, sending goosebumps down her arms. When he applied his tongue to her crease and circled around her entrance, she clenched. He probed into her with his tongue, causing the walls of her vagina to contract without satisfaction. His tongue devoured and tortured the inside of her, making her feel desperate.
“Please, Carter,” she begged, unsure of what she was begging for. Her legs began to tremble. Carter removed his tongue, which only added to her torment. She shifted onto her elbows to look at him again, her eyes pleading.
“Darling, you taste delicious. I want you.”
“I want you too,” she said.
“And you shall have me. Tell me, have you ever felt an orgasm by your own hand?”
She blinked. “I don’t know.”
Carter chuckled. “That means no.” He sighed deeply. “Anna, I feel so honored to be your husband and to show you the pleasures of the flesh. I’d like you to try to relax. If you’re lucky and I haven’t forgotten how to do this, you will soon experience your first orgasm.”
“Oh, Carter,” she said, lying back and staring at the ceiling again. Every other thing he said to her made her blush.
“I love when my name comes out of your sweet mouth. I want you to yell it when the time comes. Will you do that for me?”
“I will,” she vowed, though she didn’t know what time was coming exactly.
He dragged his tongue up from her slit to her clit and flicked it, once, twice, three times. He caressed and held it in his lips for a moment before releasing and dancing his tongue around it, letting just the sides of her bud feel pressure. Anna felt overwrought with sensations and grabbed Carter’s head behind his ears, pulling him into her. She heard him groan as he captured her clit again in his lips, applying pressure before releasing. Hungrily, he spiraled around, again and again, prodding and sweeping, nudging her to the brink. Anna felt something powerful growing from the place Carter had claimed with his mouth. It built to a climax and her legs shuddered. Carter grabbed her hips in his hands and held her down as she arched her back. He kept her clit enslaved in his lips. A moan erupted from her that turned into a scream. She felt the pressure of his lips on her bud soften, but his hands still held her gyrating hips firmly in place. She writhed until finally the fire in her died down and she collapsed back on the bed.
“Good girl,” Carter said, his voice husky. He pushed the back of her thighs with his hands, moving her farther onto the bed, and climbed on top of her. He ensnared a nipple in his mouth and used his skilled tongue to tap it, while his hand and thumb massaged her other breast.
Anna panted. “Carter, everything you do feels so good and so strong.”
He released her breast from his mouth and smiled. “I’m glad to hear that. It’s about to get stronger yet. Are you ready?”
She suddenly felt awake and at attention. “Are you going to insert now?”
“That is the plan, yes.” He chuckled and looked into her eyes. “That was so cute how you asked that, honey. You are utterly delightful.”
Anna wrapped her legs around him and stared back into his eyes.
Carter raised an eyebrow. “Looks like the lady is ready, so I’d better get to it.” He pushed the head of his cock into the front of her passage and held it in place for a moment before he plunged slowly but deliberately deep inside of her, rupturing her hymen in one smooth movement. Unfamiliar pain pinched her. She closed her eyes and didn’t make a sound while she waited for it to subside. He remained still and quiet until her eyes fluttered open.
When she looked at him, he asked, “All right, my love?”
“Yes,” she whispered. She was better than all right. The muscles of her vagina contracted and gripped him. She now understood why his tongue had been such torture. She needed to feel him inside her like this, stretching and filling her, turning her into a woman whose body was linked to the man she loved.
Carter rocked in and out. She remained still and in awe, paying great mind to what it felt like to be loved in this way. He rode her a little harder and lowered his chest to hers. He spoke in her ear, tickling it. “You’re going to come again, and when you do, you’re going to obey this time and yell out my name. Is that clear, young lady?”
His words and motions brought the fluttering back to her tummy and lit the fire in her sex. “Yes, sir.”
He drove into her and commanded her submission to his cock in a way that made her feel weak and powerful at the same time. He enveloped a wrist in each hand and pinned them high above her head, further exerting his domination and possession. She came for the second time that evening and yelled his name. Carter came shortly after her. He held her to him as the groan broke free from deep inside of him and he spilled his seed inside of her. His motions settled. Rolling onto his back, he brought Anna in his arms with him, still attached to his cock. They breathed hard. Anna rested her head on his chest, and he stroked her hair and back with his hands.
After a few minutes, Anna spoke. “Carter?”
“Hmm?”
“You call me so many nice things, like honey, sweetheart, and angel. I only call you Carter. I want to have a nice name for you.”
Carter chuckled. “You already have a name for me I like to hear.”
“I do?”
“Yes.”
Anna wait
ed for him to tell her, but he seemed to think that was the end of the conversation. “What is it? I can’t think of what it could be.”
“Don’t be demanding, young lady. I’ll tell you what it is when I’m good and ready. Is that clear?”
Anna stiffened, stunned by his scolding words. “Yes, sir,” she said.
Carter laughed and wrapped his arms around her. “That’s the one, darlin’.”
Anna giggled when she understood. “Well done, sir. That was mean. You got me. You got me good.”
Carter squeezed her. “Yes, I’ve got you, and I’m never letting you go.” He turned and rolled her off his chest. “Except to put you on your side of the bed. Go to sleep.”
Anna smiled. She sank into the pillow and curled into her sleeping position. Suddenly she felt very tired. Carter pulled the quilt up over her. “Sweet dreams, wife,” Carter whispered in her ear. He kissed the back of her neck. She didn’t dream. No dream could be sweeter than their time awake together.
The End
Amelia Smarts
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