by Maggie Ryan
Unable to remain still and not caring any more at the vision she made, Ever continued to wag her bottom but then gave a sharp cry when her ankle turned just a bit. Rob was by her side in an instant. Kneeling, he guided her feet out of the heels, massaging her ankles. Ever sobbed harder at his attention. How could a man that paddled her ass until she felt as if she was sitting inside her pottery kiln at its highest heat be the same man that took notice that her feet were aching, her legs trembling with fatigue? She felt him roll down her stockings, pulling them from her feet until she was totally nude.
“Ever, I know this is hard. It’s especially difficult because it has been months since you’ve had such a session. Do you need a longer break? Do you wish to kneel instead of stand in the corner?”
Ever shook her head, his thoughtfulness filling her heart. She understood he wasn’t asking if she needed her punishment to stop – that would never be considered as long as he knew she was capable of taking every stroke. Despite her aching legs and her unbelievably aching butt, she couldn’t fathom taking any longer than necessary to finish.
“No, Sir, but thank you. Please, let’s...let’s just finish.”
Rob bent to kiss her cheek. He took her hand and led her back to the table. “We are halfway done. I’m proud of you, sweetheart.”
Ever nodded, one hand reaching up to swipe tears off her cheeks. “Thank you, Sir. I...I know this is just as hard on you.” She almost reached out to him at the look in his eyes, his determination to be her disciplinarian seeming to war with his need to comfort her. “I’m ready.” Positioning herself again, she took several deep breaths before consciously relaxing her aching bottom, pushing it up towards him.
After she broke position halfway through the last set, she had almost reconsidered his earlier offer. Maybe it would be better to take longer, to avoid the last few strokes for as long as possible, especially since these would no longer count towards the one hundred that had been her original count. It took everything within her to release her hot buttocks and move her hands back to grip the table. The fifteen strokes were repeated, each one earning a shriek and a sob as it seared into her. When the paddle fell for the last stroke, Rob instantly pulled her up and into his arms. Her tears soaked his shirt as he carried her back to their bedroom. He dropped onto the chair, cradling her in his lap, her hip turned up so to avoid sitting on her well-roasted rear.
“Shhh, it’s over. You did well, Ever. I’m proud of you. Shhh.” Rob continued to soothe her, placing soft kisses against her hair, his hand never ceasing to stroke her skin.
As Ever cried, she could hear him murmuring soft words and stroking her hair and her back. Once the punishment was done, he never rushed her. He always gave her all the time she needed to come down from the intensity of the session. She gradually relaxed, her strangle hold on his shirt releasing to press her palm against his chest.
“Please, Rob, take me to bed. I need you...I need you inside me.”
Rob stood and gently laid her on the bed. Ever rolled onto her side, her eyes on him as the last few tears rolled down her tear stained face. When he moved away, she whimpered.
“Shhh, babe, I’ll be right back.” He left her only long enough to bring back a cool washcloth, bending to run it across her face, wiping away the last of her tears. Helping her to sit, he insisted she drink some water.
Ever obeyed but only because he stood over her. She didn’t want water, she wanted him. Once the bottle was empty, Rob took it from her and bent to kiss her. He smiled as she moaned and begged him to hurry. Quickly stripping, he tossed his clothes aside.
Pulling back the covers, he slid into the bed after rearranging her under the cool sheets. Pulling her to lie on top of him, one hand caressed the back of her head, pulling her mouth to his while the other held her to his body. Ever moaned again, the hardness of his cock pressed against her stomach. His tongue pressed into her mouth and claimed her, demanding she open and allow him inside.
Their bodies moved in a learned rhythm, one she was sure they would never tire of repeating. Ever felt his hands lifting her slightly and her hand moved to encircle his cock, squeezing gently, her thumb sliding across the thick head, spreading his pre-come across the tip. As he moved to thrust up inside her, she gasped, her pussy convulsing as he entered her, her muscles attempting to pull him deeper and deeper until he was fully seated, her scarlet moons pressed against his thighs as she sat back.
Looking down at him, his hands holding her waist, her hands behind her, clasping his thighs as she began to lift herself up and down, she smiled. “Welcome home.”
Rob’s response was to growl, thrust as deeply as possible and then lift her completely off his cock only to guide her to her hands and knees. Kneeling behind her, he thrust back into her incredible warmth. His hands grasped her crimson, swollen cheeks as he rammed into her again and again. Ever lifted her hips, thrusting back to match him stroke per stroke.
“Harder, Rob, God, please fuck me harder,” she begged and moaned when he did as she asked. She continued to beg him for more, to go deeper, faster, harder until they both screamed with the ecstasy of their climax.
“There’s no place like home,” he said, bending forward to kiss her shoulder, his cock staying buried inside her.
She discovered that Rob demanded more from her as he pulled from her to roll her onto her back. Her head thrashed on her pillow, her fingers gripping his shoulders as he spread her legs and lifted her aching ass in his hands. The sounds of her moans drifted between them as he kissed the tattoo, his tongue sliding into her, his teeth biting and nibbling on her clit until she was flying again, begging him to fuck her. Rob gave her clit a final long stroke of his tongue before moving and sliding into her with one slow push. His movements were slow and deliberate as he led her to the precipice and pushed her over into the abyss. Ever screamed out her passion, coming for the last time as he spilled into her. Ever could swear the hearts of her tat lifted from her skin to float in a circle around her head as she gasped for oxygen.
Rob was smiling as he lifted himself to kiss her. When her eyes drifted closed, her chest heaving, he gave each of her nipples a kiss before sliding from the bed. At her soft whimper, he shushed her. “I’ll be back, turn onto your tummy.” Ever slowly rolled onto her stomach, hissing a bit at the movement. Rob spent the next several minutes applying a generous coating of arnica cream onto her swollen, red buttocks. As he capped the jar and wiped his fingers, he shook his head. His fiancée was sound asleep, her body completely relaxed, a smile on her face. He turned off the lights and slipped in beside her, drawing her to him, smiling when she turned to spoon, her hot bottom pressing against his groin. This was where he belonged – this was home.
Chapter 5
Rob woke to the smell of coffee and bacon, his stomach growling. Looking at the clock, he realized it was late but he hadn’t really slept much. As he had lain beside Ever, his body was tired but the time difference had kept him awake. He hadn’t minded and had no desire to leave the bed. No hotel bed in the world provided him with what their bed did. High thread count sheets, down pillows and duvets - none of it was able to compete with the tangled sheets that surrounded his love’s naked body. Lying beside her, he had stroked her soft skin, loving the soft moans she occasionally gave in her sleep. Climbing out of bed, he went into the bathroom, taking a quick shower before pulling on a pair of sweat pants and a t-shirt. Seeing his suit pants and shirt on the floor, he grinned. It wasn’t often that he left any clothing just lying around. Putting the clothing in the hamper, he left the room to find his love.
Ever stood at the stove, the freshly fried bacon lying on paper towels to drain as she cracked several eggs into the skillet. As she worked, she hummed along with the radio which was playing softly. Rob stood in the doorway, his smile lighting his face as he watched her. She had evidently remembered his decree as she was wearing nothing but an apron to protect her from splatters while cooking. The bow at the small of her back emphasized her nudi
ty below. He grinned remembering the look on her face as he had undressed her the evening before. He’d never seen the lingerie but hoped she had bought a set in every color. Thinking of colors, Rob saw that her bottom was much paler than it had been after her paddling but when a small hand reached back to rub a cheek, he understood that it was still tender.
Walking across the kitchen, he wrapped his arms around her waist. “Good morning, gorgeous.”
Ever smiled and turned her head towards him. “Good morning, handsome. Hungry?”
“I could eat,” Rob said, kissing her cheek and then patting her backside. “Sore?”
Her blush and nod answered his question and he patted her again. “I expect you will be sorer by the end of the week. I also expect you to keep your hands off this little ass. I put those strokes on it for a reason, young lady, and you are not to rub away the lesson. Understood?”
“Yes, Sir,” she said, cringing just a bit when he patted her a final time. “Breakfast is almost ready and coffee just finished perking a few minutes ago.”
Rob fixed a mug of coffee for himself and refilled hers. He took both to the table and then buttered the toast as it popped from the toaster. By the time he put the jelly on the table along with the bottle of hot-sauce, Ever had their two plates ready. Just as she was about to sit, he cleared his throat, giving her a shake of his head as she looked up.
“Take off the apron, Ever. The cooking is done.”
Ever’s face flushed as she untied the bow and slowly removed the white apron, moving to hang it on its hook. Rob knew she truly hated being nude outside of their bedroom but had discovered requiring it of her was quite effective. Being on clothing restriction involved more than remaining nude. She would find her ass being attended to several times a day for the following week. It would remain pink and tender until her grounding was done. It was his fervent hope that at that time, the wonderful woman he loved would never ever again forget how important her health was.
He watched as she gingerly took her seat, her soft hiss escaping as her bottom protested her weight. Sitting completely nude across from her dressed fiancé at the same table that she had lain over the evening before would help remind his fiancée exactly who was HOH in their household. When her eyes drifted to the kitchen window, sunlight pouring into the room, he knew she was praying that no one could see her - no one would know how naughty she had been and that she was being punished for that naughtiness. He had no intention of letting her mind be occupied with others outside their home. This lesson was one she needed and one he had no problem demanding.
“This looks great,” Rob said, spreading jelly across his toast. “I’ve missed sharing my meals with you.” He looked up to where she was sitting, her hands in her lap, her food untouched. “Everleigh, eat your breakfast.”
She looked startled but picked up her fork. As she ate, Rob wondered how many meals she had forgotten. She was a thin woman to start with, and looking closer, he realized she looked like she had lost quite a bit of weight. Taking a bite of eggs and a sip of coffee, he watched her nibble on a corner of her toast. “How much weight have you lost?”
The question seemed to confuse her as she looked up and shook her head. “I don’t think I’ve lost any? Why? Do I look thinner?”
Rob shook his head. “Yes, Ever, I’m guessing you’ve lost ten or twelve pounds and, babe, you can’t afford to lose those. Have you more to confess other than that one day last week?”
“No, Rob,” Ever said, putting down her toast to pick up her coffee mug. “I swear to you, I am not trying to lose weight. I’ve been eating – in fact, Violet and I stuffed ourselves at Endelé yesterday. By the way, Bernie told me to make sure I bring you in. Perhaps we can go there for lunch?”
“Not unless you want to explain why eating in the nude is the newest trend.” Rob watched as her eyes widened and she shook her head.
“Um, no thank you. I...I was just saying that I told her we’d come in.”
“We will, but not for a while. You will be eating at home, at this table, in the nude with me making sure you understand the importance of fueling your body.” He watched as she took another small bite. He knew that it wasn’t that she didn’t enjoy eating. They often ate out or had guests over for cook-outs. It was just that once caught up in a project, it didn’t seem to even occur to her that she should eat. They had discussed this before, but Rob believed she still didn’t understand that her body needed fuel to continue to function properly.
“Marcus told me he gave you instructions on meals as well as the snacks he wants you to be eating. Where are they?”
Ever sighed and took another bite of her toast. Looking at him, she nodded towards the refrigerator where several sheets of paper were clipped under magnets.
“Good, we’ll go over his suggestions. Now, finish up, babe. I’m hungry for far more than eggs, delicious as these are.” He gave her a suggestive leer and grinned as she ate far more quickly. When she stood and moved to take the dishes to the sink, he pulled her into his arms instead. “Those can wait, I can’t.”
It was with a giggle that she ran into the bedroom, her lover hot on her heels. Rob followed thinking her clothing restriction helped in another way. The only clothing needing to be removed was his own and that was accomplished before Ever made it to the bed.
The first few days weren’t difficult for her. With Rob home and still recovering from his trip, they spent most of their time in bed or eating in the kitchen. She didn’t protest against the no clothing rule because he was often just as nude as she. Though she wasn’t too happy that he turned her across his knee or bent her over the arm of the couch or the side of the bed at least three times a day, the short spankings were delivered quickly. He used either his hand or her hairbrush unless they were in the kitchen where he’d open a drawer and pull out a wooden spoon. He kept her bottom tender as he had promised, the color going from pale to pink to vermilion throughout the day. She spent time in the corner, her bottom on display as his lesson slowly sank into her soul.
“I’ve got it,” Ever yelled as she picked up the phone. “Hello?”
“Hi, girlfriend, so tell me, how’s it going?”
Ever grinned at the sound of Violet’s voice. She tucked the phone against her shoulder as she fixed a cup of coffee. She had the back door open and one foot outside before she came to an abrupt stop. “Oh, shit. Um, hold on a second.” Blushing, she stepped back and closed the door. There would be no sitting on the porch swing, her legs curled up as she chatted with her best friend. How could she have forgotten she was stark naked? Settling into a chair at the table, she sighed. “Everything is fine, how are you?”
“You don’t sound fine. I mean, geeze, we’ve left ya’ll alone for four whole days. No one has even seen you. I’m guessing that you did bring Rob home, right?”
Ever smiled and nodded. “Yes, Vi, I brought him home. We’ve just been busy um, you know – getting reacquainted.”
“I can understand that, but you haven’t even called. How did he like your welcome home gift?”
Looking towards the door as if to make sure she couldn’t be overheard, she smiled. “He liked it quite a lot actually. You were right, I think I’ll have to join the masses and make regular appointments.”
“Told you so,” Violet giggled. “Um, did the other go okay? Are you good?”
“Yes, I’m good – well, I will be,” Ever confessed. “It was really rough. Tell me, how does one forget how awful getting spanked and paddled can be? He brought me a gift though I’m guessing it really was a gift for him.” She proceeded to tell Violet about the robe and the wicked thin paddle. “Vi, it is far worse than his usual paddle. Every stroke sounds like a gunshot and stings and burns instead of making that solid sort of whump sound and having that thuddy feeling.”
“Oh, God, I hate stingy implements,” Vi commiserated.
Ever squirmed on her chair with the memory. “All I can say is I felt like I was being stung by a nest of African b
ees - very angry bees. To be honest, it was really pretty awful.”
“Well, I’m glad you survived but I didn’t just call to pry into your personal affairs.”
“Oh yeah, right, I’m sure those were the very last things on your mind. So, what’s up if you didn’t just want to make sure I brought Rob home or that I still have a butt?”
“We’ve got an appointment this afternoon, remember? I just wanted to see if you wanted me to pick you up or if you wanted to drive.” Violet reminded her friend of the appointment they had made weeks earlier.
“Oh crap,” Ever said, looking towards the calendar stuck to the refrigerator. “I forgot all about it. I...um, I need to reschedule.”
“Ever – you can’t!” Violet’s voice rose as she spoke. “We made it weeks ago and this woman is so busy that you might as well forget all about it if you have to reschedule for anything short of hospitalization! Why do you even say that?”
Ever didn’t mind sharing a great percentage of her life with Violet, but there were still a few things that she kept private. The fact that they were having this conversation while she sat on a tender ass – make that a nude tender ass, was something she didn’t particularly care to admit. “Rob sort of...grounded me,” she said lamely.
“Grounded you? Like some sort of teenager? What do you mean he grounded you? Ever, what’s going on over there?”
“Violet, calm down. I swear I’m fine. Grounded means exactly what it sounds like – I can’t go anywhere until next week. It’s an extension of my punishment and since I’m pretty sure Charles was the one that ratted me out, you can thank him.” She heard Violet’s gasp and was quick to back-pedal. “I didn’t mean it like that.” Afraid she’d hurt her friend’s feelings, she sighed heavily. “Okay, here’s the deal. Rob paddled me that night and put me on restriction. It’s not something he does often, but it is an area where he is unwilling to compromise. I am limited to this house unless I have some class to teach. I...hell, I might as well tell you. I am not allowed any clothing, I get spanked several times a day, my butt is constantly pink and tender. We’ve gone over all our rules again and made up a schedule where I have to remember to eat small portions of some protein or another. He even went to the store and bought all the things we needed while I spent time in my corner, red butt throbbing because I protested his leaving me alone. Now do you understand why I have to cancel?”
