by Golden Angel
Mostly as she pictured herself in the same position. Although, of course, Philip had told her that she'd be across his lap. But still, this was a much harsher spanking than any he'd given her. There was no warm-up, no time in between smacks, and no soothing caresses.
SMACK!
Another inarticulate cry from Gabrielle had Cordelia wincing in sympathy. "Twenty."
"Stop! Please, please, stop, I’m sorry! I'll be good, I promise, I'll-"
SMACK!
"Twe-twenty one," Cordelia stammered out, looking up at Philip, a bit aghast. That had been a perfectly sincere apology out of Gabrielle's mouth, and she was a bit shocked Philip was ignoring it. Maybe a little horrified too.
Seeing her look, Philip paused for just a moment. "We appreciate the apology, Gabrielle, but that does not mitigate your punishment. What kind of example would I be setting if I did not follow through with my word?"
SMACK!
"Twenty two."
The explanation had definitely been more for her than Gabrielle, and it made sense. Cordelia couldn't argue with that. Still, she felt incredibly guilty listening to Gabrielle's continued pleas as the last three swats were landed on her backside. Despite the blue hue of Gabrielle's drawers, the fabric was thin enough to see that her bottom was a very bright red beneath it. Philip had laid out the stroke from the topmost crest of her buttocks down to where they met the tops of her thighs.
After the twenty-fifth swat, Gabrielle seemed to collapse against the chair, sobbing piteously. Philip made a gesture at Cordelia, who immediately jumped up and hurried around the desk to help Gabrielle up. She put her arms around the younger woman, expecting to be pushed away, but Gabrielle clung to her, still weeping.
"You did very well, Gabrielle," Philip said, a hint of commendation in his voice. He patted Gabrielle on the shoulder before laying the paddle down on his desk. "I'm very impressed at how well you took your first spanking."
Somehow, it was exactly the right thing to say. Cordelia could actually feel Gabrielle's tears easing. Rubbing Gabrielle's back, she murmured some soothing, comforting, utterly meaningless words as the younger woman gathered herself.
Eventually, as her tears came to a halt, Gabrielle pulled away, but not as abruptly as she might have. Her skirts rumpled, hair askew, face swollen, and her eyes red, she was the very image of a thoroughly chastised young lady.
"Do you have anything you'd like to say to Lady Dunbury?" Philip asked, his voice prodding.
"Please, I'd prefer it if she call me Cordelia," Cordelia said, looking up at Philip earnestly. "I've always thought of Gabrielle as more of a younger sister than anything else, and I would like that to continue." A fractious, sharp-tongued sister, but it was true.
To her surprise and relief, Philip nodded. "Very well."
She could tell by his expression he didn't entirely approve, and yet he let her have her preference anyway. Gabrielle looked even more surprised and a little disbelieving, as well as confused. Licking her lips, Gabrielle's emerald gaze flicked between the two of them before landing back on Cordelia.
"I'm sorry for my behavior today," she said softly. "It won't happen again."
Although she seemed quite sincere, Cordelia didn't let her hopes grow too high. After all, while Gabrielle seemed quite contrite and respectful at the moment, they had years of patterns of behavior behind them. Cordelia imagined it was all too easy to be sorry after receiving such a spanking, but she also knew Gabrielle was very good at pushing the letter of the law to its very limits. While there would not be a repeat of today's disobedience, she doubted Gabrielle's spirits would remain battered for long, and when they rose again, they would rise with a vengeance.
But at least now Cordelia could rely on Philip for support. That much was clear as glass.
As Gabrielle swayed slightly on her feet, Philip went to the door to call Molly back into the room. Instructing the maid to take Gabrielle back to her chambers and provide her with supper on a tray in an hour, he then turned to the ladies, still standing by the chair. Gabrielle looked a bit dazed, but she didn't protest his commands; Cordelia gave the girl a gentle nudge in the direction of the door, which got her legs working again.
Once Molly and Gabrielle had exited the room, Philip closed the door behind them and turned his attention back to his wife. "Now, my dear, it is your turn."
Chapter 6
His wife's cheeks flushed and paled as she stared back at him, lips slightly parted, eyes still as big as saucers. It was a look he was growing accustomed to this afternoon.
Overall, he was quite pleased with Gabrielle's punishment. Not only had she taken it quite well, Cordelia's involvement should have impressed upon her that with this marriage there was a new hierarchy and she needed to abide by it. In the future, once Cordelia had gained some confidence, and Gabrielle had adjusted, he would expect his wife to take over guiding the chit, but for now he knew it was up to him.
In the meantime, he hoped Cordelia would prefer standing her ground with Gabrielle over being punished. He planned to give her the exact same amount as Gabrielle had received, although with his hand, not the paddle.
Striding over to her, he took her hand and led her behind his desk, where he sat down in the chair that she had recently vacated and pulled her across his lap. Despite the fact she'd lain in this very position more than once now, she was trembling. He was glad she understood this spanking would be different from the playful, pleasurable ones they'd indulged in since the day after their wedding.
Drawing her skirts up and her drawers down, Philip ran his hand over her bottom. Unlike with Gabrielle, his cock was already rousing now that he had Cordelia in position for her punishment. Whether it was for pleasure or discipline, he doubted his cock would ever fail to respond to turning Cordelia's bottom red.
"Do you understand why you're being punished, sweetheart?" he asked. His voice was tender, but he wasn't going to administer a mild spanking, no matter how much emotion was welling inside of him. In fact, that emotion was just going to make him more severe, as he wanted Cordelia to fulfill her true potential, as a woman, a wife, and a stepmother.
"Yes, Philip," she said, squirming slightly as he squeezed her creamy buttock in preparation. His cock pressed against her soft stomach as she moved, making him bite back a groan. "I should not have allowed Gabrielle to overrule me throughout the day. I should have held my ground and exerted my authority." Even though I've never had that authority before. There was something about the way she ended the sentence that made the words hang in the air. He was glad she didn't actually say them aloud, however, as he didn't want to outright dismiss her justification. He knew she'd never done anything but bow to Gabrielle's wishes before, and she would not have been allowed to do anything else by her late husband. However, it was high time for a change.
"Good girl," he said approvingly. "You will also receive a count of twenty, but it will be twenty on each cheek." After all, his hand was much less severe than the paddle, and, unlike the paddle, his palm couldn’t cover both her cheeks at once.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
He landed four sharp, stinging blows to Cordelia's buttocks - two on each side - before she managed to draw enough breath to let out a gasp. These were much harsher blows than he'd ever dealt out before, turning her alabaster skin an immediate pink under his hand.
"Ow! Please!"
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
******
Cordelia cried out as the hard swats landed on her already heated bottom. She'd had some vague thought that she would be able to deal with a punishment spanking better than Gabrielle had, because, of course, she'd become accustomed to being spanked by Philip. But this was nothing like those spankings. The hard blows had come immediately, falling swift and severe against her upturned bottom. There was no mistaking the growing erection that was digging into her side, indicating that he found this spanking just as enjoyable as the others, but it was not so for her.
The quick pace of th
e swats left her breathless, especially as her instinct was to cry out for mercy at the hard blows. Surely the leather paddle couldn't be any more rigid than his hands! And she would have to endure twenty blows to each of her poor bottom cheeks?
Yet, at the same time as her legs kicked, and her tears dripped, and she cried out inarticulately, she'd never felt more cared about. Philip was punishing her for not holding herself in as high esteem as he obviously did, for not attending to her own needs better, and for putting her desires aside for a grasping, unappreciative recipient. As much as she already never wanted to have him spank her for punishment again, her heart swelled with happiness. How many men would care this much about her own sense of self-worth? Certainly her first husband never had.
So even as she cried, even as her stinging bottom began to throb, the unimaginable heat searing her buttocks as his palm spanked her from hips to thighs, she felt incredibly lighthearted, almost joyful.
But goodness did it hurt too.
As Philip had not required her to keep count, she'd quickly lost her place not long after ten. His hand was so hard, and it hurt so much, and the swats were coming so quickly, her mind just couldn't keep up. So she sobbed and squirmed, and prayed for it to be over soon.
When it finally was, she almost couldn't believe it.
She was even more shocked when his hand slipped down between her legs and his fingers pressed against wetness. Despite how much it hurt, despite the fact that her cheeks felt swollen and throbbing, her body had responded as if it was a more playful spanking.
Above her, Philip groaned, thrusting his fingers into her womanhood and making her gasp with shock as she tightened around him. The sudden arousal and pleasure did nothing to disperse the pain from the spanking, but somehow it mixed with it instead. The sensations were intense, but no longer quite as unpleasant.
"Bloody hell… Cordelia, could you be more perfect?"
The question was rhetorical, thankfully, as she had no idea how to answer. What did he find so perfect? He'd just spanked her after all. Although, as his fingers probed and stroked, one of them brushing over the exquisitely sensitive pleasure nubbin at the apex of her folds, it occurred to Cordelia that he was pleased with her body's response. Which she'd had absolutely nothing to do with. It was a bit embarrassing, really, that she should respond in such a manner to being disciplined. But as heat and need flashed through her under his ministrations, her embarrassment started to matter less and less.
******
Philip had never felt so lucky before in his life as when he'd moved his hand from his wife's hot, little cheeks down to her pussy and found that she'd been creaming during her punishment. Such a response would not mitigate the effects of the spanking - he'd wager she'd be sitting quite uncomfortably this evening, and possible tomorrow morning as well - but it was certainly a splendid side benefit. Despite her punishment, her body responded to the spanking as if it was a pleasurable one. Either he'd done a better job than he'd realized in teaching her to enjoy the combination of the two, or his sweet, little bride had already been a bit of a masochist.
His cock felt like it was going to explode as he slid his fingers into her wet hole, making her moan. Squeezing her hot buttocks with his other hand, he enjoyed her little yelp of pain, as it was accompanied by the clenching of her inner muscles around his finger. He would swear it made her even wetter.
Definitely a little bit of a masochist.
Cordelia was a treasure beyond reckoning. While part of the reason he'd chosen her for his bride had been her submissive tendencies, as well as her need for a protector and his penchant for playing the white knight, this was an unforeseen blessing. It was as if she'd been made for him, and it almost had him questioning whether there was such a thing as fate, as it seemed almost too amazing that they had been brought together without some manner of higher power guiding them. After all, he'd assumed Cordelia had accepted his proposal because she'd been attracted to him and had jumped at the first palatable option. That they should be so suited to each other, in this manner, seemed incredible.
He was one damned lucky bastard.
Sliding his fingers from her grasping body, Philip pulled her up off of his lap and bent her over the desk in front of them. The center of it was clear, thankfully, because right now he would have had no compunction about sweeping any papers off of it. Or just bending his wife over atop them.
The hot red of Cordelia's heart-shaped bottom quivered as she squirmed, trying to push herself up from the desk. His hand on her lower back held her firmly in place, and he nearly groaned at the sight of her puffy, honey-coated quim as her buttocks flexed above it. "Philip? What are you doing?"
"Hold still, sweetheart," he said, his voice husky with desire. "Your punishment is over. Now you're going to make amends."
Holding her skirts pinned at her waist with one hand, which also held her in place, it was the work of a few moments to release his aching cock from his trousers. He was so aroused that the fat head was nearly the same bright red color as Cordelia's burnished cheeks, and he wasted no time in positioning himself at the entrance to her body. Groaning as he thrust in, his cock pushed deep with one hard shove, impaling her on nearly his entire length thanks to the copious lubrication her body had provided.
Cordelia squealed and bucked, gasping, her bottom bouncing off of his stomach and making her squirm and gasp again.
Grasping her hips with both hands, Philip drew back and then surged forward, burying himself completely inside of her as her tight hole spasmed and clenched around him. It was glorious heaven, the wet sheath of her body massaging and squeezing his cock, the heat of her bottom pressing against his groin, and the sound of her erotically-pained, little whimpers filling his ears. Her fingers were digging in to the desk, her head pressed against it to the side so he could see her half-lidded eyes and parted lips, her flushed cheeks. When he drew his cock back and pushed back in, her eyelashes fluttered along with her pussy as she made one of those arousing mewling noises in the back of her throat. The virgin star of her anus winked at him as her cheeks flexed, reminding him of all the debaucheries he had yet to teach her.
Groaning, Philip began to ride her in earnest, watching her chastised bottom jiggle as he fucked her good and hard from behind. He already knew he wasn't going to last long; her body was clasping him too tightly, too wetly, and he was already too impassioned from spanking her to hold onto his control. If he could just hold on long enough... he was sure that she would experience ecstasy with him. If he could just hold on...
******
This shouldn't feel so good... it shouldn't, but it did. Cordelia's body was on fire, from her head to the tips of her toes, although her bottom and her core were feeling it the most. Philip was filling her, over and over again, his raw passion making her even more excited as she felt him moving over her. There was something wonderfully erotic about being pressed beneath him, pinned between his thrusting body and the hard desk, her breasts pressed flat and her blistered bottom bouncing off of his body as he thrust. She felt intensely feminine somehow, not weak exactly, but just wonderfully aware of how powerful he was, how easily he held her in place and how helpless and vulnerable she was.
It shouldn't arouse her so, but it did.
She'd been spanked, her bottom seared, and now her husband was taking her the way a stallion would mount a mare in the field, and Cordelia knew she was going to explode from the pleasure of it. It was shameful, immodest, utterly indecent and decadently exciting.
Her channel pulsed around him, his every stroke hitting a spot deep inside of her that made her entire body shudder in delight. Every slap of his body against her abused bottom made it sting, but it was always followed by a wave of pleasure as her insides convulsed. The mix of pain and pleasure was more intense than ever, her cheeks feeling tight with dried tears from her spanking even as she gasped and moaned with rising ecstasy.
When his hands slid up her body, moving to her wrists and holding them down on eit
her side of her head, leaving her completely helpless beneath him, Cordelia exploded. She cried out his name as her body tightened, spiraling into a rapturous climax that was made all the more intense from the bite of pain as his groin rubbed against her scalded cheeks.
"Cordelia!"
Her name was a rasp, a shout, an echo in her ears as she was helplessly pinioned in place, writhing in ecstasy as Philip swelled inside of her. Liquid heat filled her, every spurt forcing its way through her clenching muscles and into her body, the paramount culmination of their coupling. She felt almost faint with the elation that filled her as her body shuddered and then slumped, leaving her limp and satiated on Philip's desk.
When Philip moved away from her, pulling her skirts back down over her bottom - which had begun to throb painfully again - she felt almost like she'd entered a dream state. Everything was muzzy and soft, except for her buttocks, which were hot. Especially when he bundled her onto his lap. His arms around her were tender, but his thigh was hard and she squirmed, unable to get comfortable.
He chuckled, spreading his legs so that she had some space for her poor, blistered bottom to go where it wasn't pressed up against a hard surface. "You're going to be sitting gingerly for a bit, sweetheart. I hope it makes you think twice the next time Gabrielle tries to manipulate you."
A rush of warmth went through Cordelia's breast as she nuzzled her head into his shoulder. In the exciting whirl of passion, she'd almost forgotten why she'd been spanked. Because he not only wanted her to take her true position as his wife and lady of the house, but he expected her to. Not that he wanted Gabrielle to go without - he'd been very generous with both of them - but he expected Cordelia to stop giving way to her demanding stepdaughter. It might take some time to become used to this new world order, but Cordelia already felt lighter in her heart as she realized how much Philip's rules were going to change her life for the better.
