My hand came down over the panties, in a steady rhythm. Right, left, right, left. Not hard enough to hurt… just enough of a sting to warm up the skin on her bottom. As her hips started to squirm, I knew it was just the right time for her panties to come down.
Chastising her quietly, my voice soft, I gently took the elastic waist of her panties in my fingertips, pulling them down and over her hips, over the curve of her bottom. Stopping at mid-thigh. The sweet spot for the panties to roll into a tight bunch and stop for the classic over the knee type spanking.
Running my hand over her pinkened skin, I held in a chuckle as I sensed Bella holding in a moan. Yes—this type of spanking could elicit sexual desire—but it would not do to encourage that until the spanking had been completed and given her the emotional release she so needed.
My hand came down hard and fast now—warm up over. The loud slaps echoed through the room with her cries as the spanking covered every inch of her bottom. As Bella tended to do, she began kicking her legs. Naughty. For that she received a sharp slap on the top of her thighs, as well as my leg slipping out from under her and coming around and locking her legs into place.
The spanking continued. I mixed harder slaps with lighter ones.
She began to beg.
I continued to spank. Right then left, left then right. A slap to the center of her bottom. As she began to cry, I focused on her sit spots, the delicate skin where her bottom met the top of her thighs. Spanking those with a quick, repetitive motion I could tell we were nearing the end of our session as her tense body began to soften. A few more moments of spanking and she was hanging limply over my knees.
I let her lay there a moment, crying and spent. Then I asked, “Have you learned your lesson, young lady, or do you need more spankings?”
Sniffling, she protested, “Oh, no, I’ve learned my lesson.”
“And what was that lesson, Bella baby?”
“To… let go,” she murmured.
“Let go of what?”
“Past mistakes.”
“Good girl. What else?”
“Not to tell you no?”
“That’s right, baby.” I began to rub my hand in rough circles over her red-hot skin. She gasped as the pain met the pleasure.
Eyeing the cleft of her bottom, I said, “Spread your legs for me, Bella.”
I was sure if I could see her face it would have been as red as her bottom as she registered my request. Parting her knees, she slowly opened her thighs over my lap. I could see her sex and the slickness that I had known would be there.
I wanted to see more. “Further.”
The cleft of her little upside-down heart-shaped bottom parted and I saw her bottom hole.
My hand lightly brushed over that parted cleft, sending shivers down her spine. I could feel her trembling over my lap, my cock hard in my jeans and pressed into her soft belly.
Taking two of my fingers, I did what she loved best. Dipping them both into the slick cavern of her wetness, I moved them back and forth. Her hips began to slowly gyrate. Taking my fingers from within her, she groaned at the sudden emptiness. I slid those slickened fingers up to the magical place between her two intimate hollows, making my way to her taboo place that she so loved to be played with.
One finger slid in and out as I listened to her moans, my cock pressing harder against the constricting denim and her squirming tummy.
“Garrett, please…” she trailed off, unsure of what she was begging for.
“More?”
“Fill me.”
“With what, baby?” I pushed harder, bringing the first quarter of my finger in and out faster.
“Your cock.”
Careful to hold that finger back, I inserted my index finger to her now wetter pussy. Gathering her juices, I brought the tip of my finger roughly against her precious nub.
“Oh, Garrett,” she cried as I rubbed hard and fast. With wild abandon, she lay over my lap. Her red ass was gyrating in the air, her stomach pushing hard against my lap. I continued to play roughly with her clit until I had her right where I wanted.
Then I stopped.
“No!” she cried. Raising herself up on her elbows, she looked over her shoulder at me. Her wide eyes glistened as she pleaded. “Don’t stop.”
“I want to make you come with my cock, not my finger. Get up on the bed on your hands and knees.”
I enjoyed watching as she quickly scurried to do my bidding. Obeying beautifully, she was up on all fours in a matter of seconds, her panties still clinging around her mid-thigh.
Ripping them down, I climbed up onto the bed on my knees. Unbuckling my belt, I unbuttoned and unzipped my pants, groaning with pleasure as my cock was finally freed from its close quarters.
Reaching around her, I grabbed one of her breasts in each of my hands. My fingertips pinched her peaked nipples as she mewed her little kitten noise. I had grown to crave the sound of it.
Lining the tip of my standing cock with her pussy, I held the head there just for a second, making her beg for it.
“Please, Garrett. Put it in me.” She gave a gasp as I slapped her red ass at the same time plunging deep within her. I fucked her hard, still grabbing and pinching at her breasts and nipples as she cried out with pleasure. I enjoyed the intense animal like feel of mounting her and fucking her brains out from behind. It was pure domination and exactly what my girl needed.
Knowing her pussy would be as sore as her bottom later today, I continued to bang against her, my cock filling every inch of her. Her cries grew louder and faster and I felt that telltale sign of her pussy beginning to clamp down hard on my cock. It was time. With a burst of white lights behind my eyelids, I froze, holding tightly to her as we came together in a perfect harmony of ecstasy.
Falling next to her on the bed, we caught our breath in short bursts as we recovered from our pleasure. Bella snuggled deep into my chest, murmuring and sighing.
“That was just what you needed, wasn’t it?”
“Yes.”
“I know my girl.” Giving her a soft kiss on the top of the head, I held her, loving that she was mine.
The day Bella Buchanan walked under those arches and promised her life to me, she walked back down the aisle as Bella Love. And her arm was linked with the happiest man on this earth. I had vowed to take Bella, my one true love, as my partner in life. To cherish our friendship today, tomorrow and forever. To love her faithfully, in good times and bad, all the days of my life. And as I gave her my hand to hold that day, I gave her my life to keep.
The End
Sneak Peek
Want more Dirty Texas Love? Here is a sneak peek of Mastering Her Will. Due for release March 2018.
Buttercup
As I bounded out of the church and into the blinding sun, there was only one thing on my mind as Mrs. Buttercup Hargett.
Rough, dirty sex.
Jake’s large hand was wound tightly around mine, the shiny silver band glinting on the ring finger of his left hand. Giving a joyous laugh, his warm brown eyes locked on mine as we made our way over the threshold of the chapel. The promise I saw within those flashing eyes had my insides melting.
We stood before the church as the heavy oak doors closed, alone for only moments before they would reopen the doors and the guests would leave the church.
“Hello, wife,” he said, pulling on my hand and tugging my body towards his. Pressed up against the chest of my husband, I sighed as his mouth moved to mine. A kiss as deep as the sea had me floating on the earth, my body warming with desire.
“I want you,” he whispered into my ear, his cheek nuzzling mine as he tore himself from me. Holding me at arm’s length, both my hands in his, he spoke clearly but his voice was husky with desire. “I want you. Wife of mine.”
I knew that stolen moment, his first words as my husband, would forever be etched into my memory as we hurried down the stone steps of the church to the car that waited to take us to our wedding reception. I also knew there was no way I was goi
ng to make it until tonight without tearing off the clothes of my six foot and some change, broad shouldered, wavy brown haired, hot as they make them, husband.
Jake had made us wait. And wait and wait some more. Even I, the fiancée, found it unusual for two people who were no virgins, and in their late twenties, to not have sex until they were married.
But Jake makes the rules. And what Jake says goes. And that was exactly how I liked it. Except when I didn’t— which was every time we started making out while we were dating.
Things would start to get hot and heavy and I would be grinding on his thigh, my crotch trying to find some kind of purchase to rub on, much like a dog in heat, and he would stop us.
Stop everything. Saying we needed to ‘cool it’.
I would keep trying to get us to take things further. Taking off my clothes, touching him, teasing him. That’s when he would get firm with me, telling me that I ‘needed to learn how to wait, young lady’. As I would try tactic after tactic, he would hold strong, informing me that we would be glad we had waited. That our wedding night would be special.
Of course, no sex before marriage didn’t stop my unconventional fiancé from spanking me any time he saw fit. Yes, I said it.
Spanking.
My husband believes in domestic discipline. Where the man is the head of the household and his wife submits her will to his. And in return, he loves, adores and spoils the heck out of his bride. But also keeps a tight rein on the relationship with his firm hand.
I know it’s not for everyone, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. I love it when he calls me, good girl, little girl, young lady. And even though I may not love a punishment spanking when I’m in the throes of it, there are other types of spankings. The ones that warmed my skin and melted my core and had me positively gyrating on Jake’s hard thighs as we kissed afterwards. That is until he would pull me off him, firmly telling me to ‘you need to learn patience, little girl’.
And now, after months of anticipation, of wanting, of yearning, I was finally going to get exactly what I wanted. Not in the words of a normal, shy, blushing bride; I was going to get Jake Hargett’s rock-hard cock thrust in my weeping, begging pussy. And not a moment too soon because I’m beginning to think a girl could die from desire.
Jake
You might think I had done the wrong thing making Buttercup wait until our wedding night. Afraid it was going to be one of those situations where the anticipation was so great that the thing you were waiting for could never live up to your vision of it? No chance. Not with what I had planned for our first official night as husband and wife.
I had a darker side I had been unwilling to share with other girls—knowing full well they weren’t ‘the one’.
But then Buttercup had come back to Poke Town. She was the one I had been waiting for all my life. And now she was my wife and I intended to fulfill her desires. All of them. Especially the wild ones I knew she had hidden within her.
When I had first told her what I desired in a relationship—domestic discipline—don’t even think for a second that I had missed the telling glimmer in her eyes. The way her body melted in her chair, leaning forward to me, her red lips parting slightly.
I had married a submissive. And I knew it. But I also knew my wife did not yet know it about herself.
And I couldn’t wait to be the one to show her.
But one thing Buttercup needed to learn was patience. And I would teach it to her. With my fingers, with my mouth, with my member. Soon, I would know every inch of that beautiful body. Every sensitive spot, every button to push. Every cry, every moan. It would all be mine. And I would be master of it all.
My wife.
Authors Note
I hope you’ve enjoyed a sneak peek at Buttercup and Jake’s story, Mastering her Will. I am having the time of my life writing the Dirty Texas Love Series. Each book will be a stand-alone story of sex, spanking, love and romance. Happy ending guaranteed.
If you enjoyed this series, you might like my other books, or my sweeter series about the same characters from Poke Town, Texas- Sweet Texas Love. Not as steamy but still spankalicious tales of the people you have grown to love.
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Xoxo Shanna Handel
Shanna Handel
Shanna Handel is a spanked wife and author of clean spanking romance that is seriously hot. She balances submission with naughtiness in her daily life, as well as in her works. All of Shanna’s stories include tales from her experience, as well as direct quotes from her loving, firm husband. Her goal is that you come to love her characters as much as she does, and she hopes her books cross your mind every once in a while after you read them.
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