Carnal Indulgence (Desiring the Forbidden Book 3)

by Megan Michaels

  “Indeed. It’s severe. Let me ask you a question.” David readjusted his stance. “How would you feel in two months if you weren’t invited to Maddox’s house for Thanksgiving or Christmas?”

  Well, shit!

  Pam didn’t like the thought of it—at all. She always pictured herself as the loving and kind mother-in-law, understanding and accommodating. She didn’t want to be like her mother-in-law.

  David walked up to her tilting her chin up. “Exactly. You don’t want to be like my mother. You always swore you would do whatever was necessary to keep your children and grandchildren close. Here’s your opportunity, honey. I’m not going to let you ruin it. You’ll be sitting on a sore bottom for a couple of days as a reminder of how a very grown woman is supposed to act. Then we’re going to see if we can help them with wedding plans, spending time with them so you can prove what a wonderful woman and mother-in-law you are—but that will occur after I blister your ass. Clothes off. You won’t need them again for the night.”

  “Oh God, David, I haven’t done this in a while.”

  “It’s okay; you only have to obey. Clothes.”

  She pulled her pants off, tossing them to a chair by the bed, slipping off her top then her bra, placing them on top of the pile. Suddenly the room felt cold, her nipples hardening not in arousal but temperature and nerves—her skin goose bumped. She quickly pulled her panties down, stepping out of them, placing them with the other discarded clothes.

  “I think some corner time may be in order.” He put up his hand, stopping her before she begged him to change his mind. “I know you hate it, but it usually sets your attitude in the correct place, and it seems like you need that before we start.”

  She had hoped he would walk her to the corner—or even drag her—but instead, he just pointed expecting obedience. Pam shuffled to the ordained corner, remembering to lean forward with her nose on the wall as required.

  “I want you to think about how life would be without contact with Maddox—birthdays, holidays, family get-togethers. And I’ll want to hear how you’re going to rectify this situation and the long-lasting changes you’ll be making.”

  Pam didn’t want to think about not seeing Maddox. As her youngest child, she had a loving place in her heart for him. He’d been her baby longer—no one quickly following to push him out of the way. She cuddled him for a longer period, enjoying his antics and curiosity. She had never anticipated that he’d be interested in someone who was only a bit younger than herself. Libby was only seven years younger than Pam. She knew that he loved Libby, had seen the way he catered to her, serving her coffee or the small gentle touches as he passed by her.

  Maddox had told both of them that he loved Libby and wanted to spend his life with her. Pam felt robbed of grandchildren—and yes, the woman had her grown children, but it wouldn’t be the same as if Maddox had them himself. He assured both of them that he didn’t want children, with the economy and many other issues. Libby and Maddox felt strongly that they didn’t want to bring any more children into the world. Besides, he was busy as a professor and dealt with young people all day—he had more than his share of youth.

  All those issues aside, she didn’t want to lose him over any of them. Her love for her son needed to surpass it all. His happiness had to be her goal and as long as he was happy—they were both happy as a couple—she needed to stand behind them and support them.

  “David?”

  “Yes.”

  “My back hurts, can I come out now?” Her back had been giving her issues for a while and this partially bent over position was not helping the sciatica at all.

  “Of course. Come tell me what you thought about.”

  She turned, and he was sitting on the bed, his hands clasped between his legs. Pam stood between his knees, his hands holding her hips.

  “I don’t want to lose Maddox. I need to be supportive and understand that it’s their lives, and if they’re happy, my job is to support him. I need to stop worrying and making my worries their concerns, or taking on things that are none of my concern. I thought about not having him for holidays and things…and I’d be upset if he wasn’t around. I have to do what’s necessary to keep us together.”

  He smiled up at her, tugging on her hand so he could gently kiss her lips. “Exactly. And I’m here to help when necessary.”

  “But see, it’s not needed anymore. I figured it out; we’re all set.”

  He shook his head, his lip thinning. “Oh, no. You have gone too far this time. We’re not only taking care of it; I’m going to make a lasting impression. I don’t want you to forget this. You’ve earned this, my dear.”

  Pam knew she wouldn’t win this argument. David was stubborn as a mule, once he made a decision, there wouldn’t be any changing it.

  “Lie over my knee.” He patted his left thigh. “Keep your upper body on the bed; it’ll help your back. I want you to say back if your back starts giving you trouble, it’s your ass that I want in pain, not the back. Understand.”

  “Yes, I’ll say back if I’m in pain. Promise. B-but, David…really this just…I mean, we could just forego this. Honestly.” She peered over her shoulder at him, hoping against hope that his now stern countenance would melt into a smile, and they’d just continue with their day. Pam ran her finger along a piece of blue corduroy in the patchwork quilt on the bed, the texture soft. Focusing on that was easier than his furrowed eyebrows and clenched jaw.

  “The time for discussion is over.”

  His leg covered her own, his hard thigh bracing her hips, her ass felt obscenely exposed. David’s left hand tucked her closer to his body in anticipation of her struggle.

  His hand came down with a loud, hard slap to her bottom—it had been years since her last spanking—and apparently she’d forgotten just how painful they could be.

  “Oh my God!” But before she could say anything else, he’d already found a rhythm and had begun her comeuppance. Pam thought she’d stay stoic, holding in her reactions. She gritted her teeth against any further protests, but the sting continued to build. She gripped the quilt into her fists, trying to focus on clenching her ass and the quilt, but neither distracted her enough.

  This will be over soon—just bear it—no yelling.

  Her denial turned into anger. “David. This…Ow...you won’t be getting …Ahhhh...dinner. I’m not cooking. Ow, ow.”

  She needed to make him understand that there would be repercussions for this spanking, convincing him to relent sooner than later.

  His hand stopped!

  “Did you just… Are you threatening me?” His voice had lowered, taking on a threatening tone.

  Pam didn’t answer, hoping to bask in the reprieve—however long it would be without adding to his ire. It seemed like a good plan.

  “Answer me, girl.” He growled, and her stomach flipped, her ass never fared well when he used that voice.

  “W-well, I guess…yes, I was…maybe it was pleading?” Pam couldn’t believe the burn in her bottom; she tried moving her hand to rub it—even just a little. But he grabbed it, keeping it immobile.

  “Oh, no, that wasn’t pleading. That was threatening. Have I ever let you do that?”

  She dropped her forehead to the mattress. “N-no.”

  “Go get your glass butt plug.”

  He unexpectedly swatted her ass so hard, she shouted before scrambling to rise, obeying him instantly. “Oh, David.”

  “Don’t. You went too far.” He opened the drawer of their nightstand pulling out a bottle of lube, setting it down on the edge of the bed waiting for her to return.

  The glass plug felt cold and heavy in her hand, she fingered the manufactured bumps on it, made to add to the sensations once inserted. Usually, she liked wearing her plug; it made sex that much more enjoyable, but wearing it through a spanking was never pleasant. Ever. She handed him the glass, biting on her lip, but she saw no pity in those deep brown eyes.

  David situated her over his lap again, but th
is time, he made her upper body bend over his leg, her hands bracing on the floor. “I won’t keep you like this for long, but I need to get this in, and it will be easier in this position.”

  Her cheeks spread open, the cold air in the room brushed across the puckered opening. Reflexively, she clenched tightly, his fingers now covered in lube pressed against the whorl, easing into her, pushing and prodding.

  Pamela moaned, embarrassed regardless of the fact that this was her husband of more than thirty years.

  He eased back out adding another finger, the burn in the muscles finally giving way to the intrusion. He pumped them inside her, preparing the dark channel. “Bad girl. You know better! You aren’t allowed to threaten me. It has been too long since we’ve done any of this if you thought that would work. You’ll wear this plug the remainder of the evening as a reminder.”

  “Oh.”

  “Not a word. You asked for this.”

  The bulbous glass pressed against her anus, her reaction was to clench, but a swift slap had her pushing back immediately, opening to receive the plug.

  “Come on, bad girl, don’t fight this.” David pushed insistently, the greasy glass sliding incrementally into her. The burning sensation forced her to groan until fully seated, the muscles closing around the neck.

  “Now we’ll see if we can impress upon you to take your punishment the appropriate way, the submissive way.” His hand crashed down on the top of the plug, jarring it in her, the still sensitive hole screaming at the sudden, harsh movements.

  “Oh. God, I’m sorry, David.” She had bypassed denial and anger. Now she was headlong into fear—fear that it wouldn’t end or that she may not make it through this spanking without losing control.

  “Not as sorry as you’re going to be in a few minutes.” His hand came down harder and faster, the pain overwhelming. He continued to punish her bottom, her body jolting with every hard swat. He didn’t give her time to recover between them, the plug felt with each one, jostling and bumping against the sensitive flesh, aggravating and ramping up her pain level.

  She waggled her backside in an attempt to avoid his unrelenting discipline, to no avail. The tears started to burn behind her eyes.

  Dammit!

  She shook her head, hoping to avoid them trailing down her cheeks, but when she rested her head against the bedspread, her cheeks felt wet against the material. She sobbed, her body no longer fighting, just accepting.

  “I don’t know why you're so naughty, but I’ll blister your ass every day until you figure out how to behave again. Are we clear?”

  The last several spanks were all to her sit spots and thighs, taking her breath away, she bawled into the quilt pitifully. Naturally, he’d decided her sobs were answer enough and stayed his hand, although it took a bit before she realized that it was indeed over.

  The way she felt right now, Pamela swore she’d behave for the rest of her life. David rubbed and caressed her bottom, murmuring words she couldn’t understand, but the tone soothing and caring. His stroking calmed her, her sobs turning into intermittent hiccups. He pulled her hair back from her face and neck, stroking her gently.

  “Stay where you are.” He slipped her off his lap, her body now resting entirely on the bed, her hips bent over the edge. She kept her eyes closed, focusing on calming her breathing. This is until she heard his belt jingling.

  “Oh, dear God, you cannot be serious?” Pamela tried to get off the bed until his large hand pressed her back down into the mattress.

  “Only a few. I promised the belt, and I always keep my promises, but your little ass doesn’t need much. You’re a pretty sore girl already.”

  She watched him double the belt over, palming the buckle and then he twirled his finger as a nonverbal directive to turn her head away. She groaned into the mattress as she buried her face into it.

  “You’ll sit on these stripes for a couple of days to remind you how a grown woman is supposed to act as her son’s future wife. Clear?”

  “Y-yes, Sir.”

  She heard the leather slicing the air before it hit. Dear Lord. She forgot how fucking painful the belt was. “David, I c-can’t. I just c-can’t.” She pushed up with her hands.

  “You can and you will. Imagine how your son is feeling right now, consoling his girl. How worried he must be, wondering if his mother has ruined his dreams. If you imagine that, you can handle the few lashes I’m tattooing on your backside.”

  He was right. That sent the point home—she could just see him sitting with Elizabeth his arm around her, consoling her, just like David had years ago with her from trouble with his mother. She deserved this. She earned every stripe.

  The belt snapped loudly against her already sore bottom, leaving what felt like lines of fire across the inflamed flesh. Pam screeched and thrashed upon the bed, trying to raise her legs, but his leg didn’t afford her that luxury. By the time the leather had marched its way down her bottom to her upper thighs, she had clawed at the bedding.

  “Ten. You’re done.” She heard the belt clatter to the floor as he climbed onto the bed. “Come on, girl. Climb on top of me.”

  She slid onto him, resting her cheek on his chest. Her tears subsiding, his hands softly stroked her bottom, being gentle with the sore flesh.

  “I’m sorry.”

  “I know you are. You know better than this. You’ll apologize to him over the phone…tomorrow. Tonight you’ll stay in bed, wearing your plug and a sore hind-end.” David lightly patted her bottom.

  She couldn’t remember the last time she felt this peaceful, lying quietly on his chest, listening to his heartbeat under her ear, while the burn and sting in her backside throbbed, but his soft hands eased the pain some. Her hiccups, the only sound in the house.

  David’s cock—now hard—pressed against her soft belly, twitching in arousal. Her clit throbbed, teased, and tickled by the course, wiry hair on his thigh, his skin sticky with the excess of her arousal. Even though the punishment was harsh and painful, her pussy dripped by the end. Her body seemed wired for discipline, loved it and craved it.

  “I can’t remember the last time you were spanked for something other than fun, and I most definitely can’t remember when you wore a punishment plug. Your cunt seems to be enjoying it even if other parts of you don’t.” A small chuckle rolled through his chest.

  “David.”

  “Go ahead, deny it.” His hand rested on her haunch, waiting for her response.

  “Well…I am pretty wet.”

  “Good girl. And yeah, you are.” He slid that hand down from her buttock to her pussy, dipping into her, the slick moist sounds filled the air along with her musky scent. He flipped her onto her back, situating his hips between her legs.

  Pam hissed when her bottom rubbed on the quilt, reaching to cup her sore, hot cheeks.

  “Think that blistered fanny will remind you how to hold your tongue?” He quirked an eyebrow at her.

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “And I bet that cute little hole is inflamed from the plug and the spanking jostling it around up there.” His finger tapped on the glass flange; she clenched hoping to keep it still. But he grasped it in his hand twisting it, while his thumb touched her clit.

  Pam arched her back, her eyes rolling, gasping as she almost tipped into her orgasm. “Oh, Jesus.”

  “That’s what I’m talking about, babe. Fuck, you’re sopping wet.” He circled the little nub, all the while worrying her little asshole with the glass intruder. “I need to fuck you; I want your ass up, girl.”

  Pam scrambled to get into position. His large hands grabbed her hips, bracing her as he pushed up to the hilt with one shove. She groaned into the mattress, her sex squeezing him tightly.

  “Your ass is so hot against me. Fuck!” He pounded vigorously, his skin slapping loudly against her ass, reigniting the punishment, the sting, the burn. Then he pressed on the plug, Pam rose up, clenching her sex and her anus, her legs trembling with an overload of sensations.

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p; David slapped each hip, and she got back into position, pressing back to take him deeper. He didn’t miss the nonverbal cue and proceeded pistoning his cock into her, bouncing off her flesh.

  “Play with your clit, Pam.”

  She grunted with each prod, rubbing her button harshly, the throbbing spurring her. She trembled, her thighs quaking, shouting with each pound of his turgid member. Pam rose up onto her hands, stilling briefly her sex locking him in her pussy, her orgasm milking him as she screamed with her release. Shortly thereafter, he thrust hard, his hot seed spilling into her waiting channel, her body reacting with another immediate orgasm, she growled low and profound in her chest. He continued to spurt his cum into her, the overflow seeping from her.

  Pam dropped her forehead to the bed. “Oh God. Oh God.”

  David slipped from her, collapsing beside her, tucking her against him. “How’s my girl?”

  “Worn out. But in a good way.”

  “Good. It’s what I like to hear.”

  Libby had been wound tighter than a clock all morning. The house was clean, everything in order—everything except her emotions and nerves. She’d been barking out orders it seemed…too long

  How in the hell did they think to have his parents stay for a week was a good idea? How?

  “Maddox, did you change the dish towels in the kitchen like I asked you to do an hour ago?” Libby yelled from the bedroom doorway, toward the downstairs.

  “Yes, I did.”

  “Well, you didn’t change the towels in the bathroom like I asked.” Maddox heard her feet stomping on the floors upstairs, leading to the bathroom. He needed to resolve this little problem—now.

  Maddox stealthily climbed the stairs, leaning against the doorframe of the bathroom, watching her place a folded towel on the rung by the sink. “How are you doing?”

  Libby startled, jumping and whirling around. “Christ, you scared me. Don’t do that? Why are you here? Aren’t you supposed to be filling the dishwasher?”

  “Elizabeth Ann.” He dragged her name out in warning, hoping she’d calm down enough to save her ass from a paddling. “I know you’re stressed, and I’ve been doing everything in my power to alleviate that and be understanding. You do not bark out orders at me. You can ask and, if possible, I’ll comply. You don’t bellow down the stairs at me, and you don’t check on what I’m supposed to be doing.” He walked forward pinching her chin between his thumb and forefinger.