by Selena Kitt
He raised his brows. "So that 'fuck you' earlier wasn't an invitation?"
She rolled her eyes. "No."
"Let me get this straight. You've been moody and pissy and bitchy for months, and we finally—finally—get some time to ourselves—no parents, no kids—and you're going to go to bed early?"
She crossed her arms over her chest, trying to ignore the ache in her loins that clamored to be sated the way he used to. "Yeah? So? What's the difference?"
He slapped the wall, clearly frustrated. "What's the difference? I would like to fuck my wife. I know it's been hard for you, so I've been as gentle as I can be, but dammit, woman, I have needs too."
"Gentle? You've been playing fucking patty-cake, what the fuck is that? I'm with you because I love you, I adore you, and I never, ever, want to lose you, but for gods' sake, I'm dying! You're my alpha with the family, sure. I'm eternally grateful you stepped up and took the leadership you need to have with me and the boys, but I can't stand letting my libido get charged up and then being let down again."
"Let down?"
She wasn't quite sure why he seemed so ferocious, but she plowed ahead anyway. "Part of being alpha is physical! I want you to overpower me and you just can't, not anymore!"
His laugh was half growl. "Apple cheeks, I'm a Marine. Missing a hand doesn't mean a damn thing when it comes to overpowering you, Irene."
She snorted. "Fuck you. You're all talk." He reached for her and she skipped out of reach. "See? You can't catch me, you can't win. You can't even spank me, for fuck's sake!"
He shook his head, the snarl rumbling in his chest. "Irene."
"What?"
"You know what you need? You need a damn good spanking."
She began to laugh, hysterically. "You're just figuring that out now? Are you blind, deaf and dumb? Of course I need a spanking. Don't you remember how upset I was when you went for almost three years without spanking me? At least in that time period we still had good sex, but this time, well, fuck."
He moved towards her again and she dodged again. He stood still. "Come here and take your spanking like a good girl. If I have to come get you..." his voice trailed off, and there was a quiet threat in it that she never heard anymore.
She shook her head. "I will obey you. But I'm not going to pretend you're something you're not."
He shrugged. "It's not up to you."
"Whatever." She turned away from him and he caught her about the waist. Kicking, flailing, she found herself furious, angry that he dared try, that he dared get her hopes up, when she was sure he'd fail.
Drew dropped her on their bedroom floor and with a hand on the back of her neck pinned her to the ground. She shrieked.
His voice was rough with a quelling tone. "This isn't punishment. This is discipline. You need to learn not to pick a fight with your alpha."
"Fuck you!" She struggled to get her arms under her chest, to push up against his confining hold, to twist her legs around to kick him. None of it worked. Instead, he altered his grip so that his thumb was digging into the pressure point on her jaw. Her cursing changed to high pitched whining as the pain radiated through her face.
He released her, stood back. "You said you would obey. Ready to put your ass where your mouth is?"
Instead of answering she launched at him. It didn't do much, either. He simply caught her before she was fully off the ground, put a knee on her chest and ignored her howls as he ripped her nightgown off. He stood up again. She lay still for a moment, stunned. Her whole body felt vulnerable, exposed. Then she pushed herself to her feet slowly.
Drew watched her. She had just started to swing for his face when Irene found herself pinned against the wall. Her eyes widened as he applied just barely enough pressure on her throat to point out he could cut off the blood supply to her brain if he wanted. She stilled, her breath coming in heavy pants. He released her. "Ready?"
She struck at him again, landing a glancing punch on his face and another on his chest. He caught her right arm with his left hand and spun her around, wrenching her wrist up, twisting it behind her back and leaning on it so that she was jammed into the corner. His scent surrounded her, the cinnamon soap he liked mingling with the minty shampoo. She began to cry, frustrated tears of anger and helplessness.
"I could do this aalll day, apple cheeks. You ready to take your spanking like a good girl yet?"
"No!" Her defiance turned into gasps as he twisted her arm up higher; her other hand splayed and beat on the wall. "Please!"
"Please what? You could have walked away. I gave you that chance, a few months ago. You pleaded—you begged me to stay. Have you forgotten so quickly?" He leaned in, his breath hot on her ear. "I know what usually helps you remember these sorts of things."
Unbidden, she felt arousal slick the tops of her thighs and she whined, a pleading sound of submission. "I want to remember."
"Good girl." He released her, and she spun, trying to catch him off guard. It didn't work. He caught her with the edge of his left hand under her jaw, forcing her head high as he leaned on her chest with his left elbow. "You understand that the longer you fight me, the longer your belt spanking is going to be, right?"
Her belly pooled with hot arousal and she saw stars of pain with every increase in pressure from his fingers. Her breath hissed in her pinned throat. "Yesss…"
"Good." He released her, stepped away from her to the foot of the bed and sat down. "Come here, Irene."
She swayed on her feet, panting at the combination of frustration and desire. "I can't."
"You want the ring back again? Because I'm not playing with you. You submit and obey, or you can lead on your own."
Her breath was loud and ragged. She stepped towards him, her feet feeling like lead weights she had to drag across the floor. He patted his left leg and she leaned over it, her legs on the bed, confused when he pushed her forward and crossed his right over her waist, pinning her with her face nearly on the floor. "Drew!"
He leaned his left arm on her calves, the intense pressure hurting. She squirmed.
"You keep your legs still, or I will stop the spanking. We won't be finished until you submit. You understand, apple cheeks?"
"I don't want to be in this position!"
"Too bad. You behave yourself, you get to be spanked in a comfortable position. You act like an almighty brat, you get put where I want you and then you get your ass belt spanked."
"Drew!" She whined, flailing her arms in an attempt to regain some balance or control. He tightened his thighs and she gasped.
"Remember what I said about kicking." He raised his left hand and slapped her ass, hard. She squealed. He spanked her steadily, every blow stinging before it turned into a burning blur. It wasn't long before he paused, and she squirmed. Tears dripped off the tip of her nose onto the wooden floor.
"Please stop? Please? Drew? I've learned my lesson."
He snorted. "After all that defiance today? No, I don't think you have." He leaned backwards, pulling a belt out of the dresser beside the bed. For longer than usual she waited, anticipation fraying the edges of her nerves, and then the searing stripe of the belt captured her full attention.
"OH!" She cried out at every burning CRACK, and then her legs were twisting together.
"Keep your feet down."
She tried, but a harsh CRACK on the back of her thighs had her jerking her feet up. He changed the angle of his blows, catching her calves. She shrieked. His voice was stern. "Put them down."
Struggling to obey, she straightened her legs again and he returned the spanks to her bottom. She relaxed—it hurt so much but it hurt less than the belt on her tender calves.
He paused and laid the belt down on the bed. His hand found her flaming buttocks and squeezed one, then the other. "You know, I spent considerable time spanking pillows to relearn how to do it left handed."
She whimpered, and then half-laughed at the image of Drew tucking a pillow between his thighs and spanking it. "You didn't hav
e to do that."
He snorted. "Of course I did. What was all that brattiness if it wasn't you literally begging for a sound spanking? If I wasn't able to deliver it, would you be content submitting to me?"
"I'm not content."
He stroked her idly, running his nails over her sensitive skin. "Don't worry. This is just the beginning."
She shivered. "I'm already sore. It's been a long time since you spanked me."
"Since before I deployed, I know."
"Yes. So it hurts more."
"I know. But you need it, apple cheeks. Or you wouldn't kneel and beg me to stay your alpha and then turn around and try to fight me." He slapped her bottom, hard. "Which is also why it's not up to you how hard or how long you get your ass spanked. You want to be a brat? Fine, you get shown who's in charge. And then you get your butt tanned until you remember for a while."
"I'll remember."
"Good. But what did I just say to you?"
She hesitated, all out of sorts. A part of her reveled in the utter subjugation he could force her into. Part of her was infuriated by it. But mostly, it felt right. She felt calmer, more centered, less stressed when she could trust that he was in charge. "It's not up to me." She sniffled.
"That's right." He picked up the belt again, and she tensed. "Relax."
"May I change position? Please? Sir? I'll be good."
He considered for a moment. "If you defy me again I won't go easy on you."
This is easy? "Yes, sir." He released her and she shifted up, putting her hips over his right knee instead of his left, letting his left thigh trap her own thighs and letting her upper body drape over the bed. This is definitely more comfortable. She took a deep breath, steadying herself for the rest of the spanking.
He began to flick the looped belt down over her bottom, covering her cheeks with popping welts. It hurt. She balled her fists in the bedclothes, straining not to reach back and cover. She knew he couldn't hold her down and still spank—but he'd just proved he could hold her down and make her beg for mercy. She worked her jaw, rubbing her face into the soft fabric to soothe the memory of his fingers in her pressure points, shifting her shoulder to ease the ache from when he twisted it behind her back.
"Drew, please!"
"Not up to you, apple cheeks."
She let herself cry, then. It was the first sort of easing, cleansing cry she'd had since she'd found out he was wounded. "Good girl. Let it out." He stroked over her back with the belt still in his fist, and then began to lay the leather against her shoulders. She flinched, her skin unaccustomed to that treatment. He continued, lighter than normal, but it still burned, and pain flared across her back. He worked his way down to her ass again, and then continued down her thighs. She sobbed. The strokes fell harder, and she finally gave in, not fighting the pain anymore, letting it wash over her. "Good girl." He continued to spank her until her bottom was throbbing and swollen. When her skin was crimson with purple streaks he put down the belt to pet her, long slow strokes of his hand over her body. "Good girl."
When she was calm enough to blow her nose and wipe her face, he pulled her up, turned her towards him. "Get on the bed, turn on your belly, apple cheeks."
She obeyed, her whole body liquid with desire, melted in the heat of his spanking. "What do you want?"
He put a possessive hand on her hip. "I want you to get that pretty candy ass in the air and hold your cheeks open for me."
A hot wind of shameful pleasure blew through her body and she obeyed, putting her weight on her chest, her head turned to watch as he stroked his cock and positioned it behind her. His cock was solid, hard and throbbing. She found her tongue hitting the roof of her mouth in her hunger for it.
"Lower your hands. Spread your lips for me."
She shifted her hands down, her hot cheeks filling her palms as she pulled her flesh open, exposing her dripping slit. He pressed the tip of himself against her opening and then leaned forward, impaling her on his cock. She squirmed. Spikes of pleasure radiated out from her core and she found herself panting sightlessly as he thrust inside. "Good girl. Now spread your cheeks higher, I want to see your pretty little asshole."
"Oh, sir!" She whimpered as he smacked her bottom, close to her hips where the skin wasn't as red yet.
"Do it."
She obeyed, her hands slick with sweat. He pressed the blunt head of his spear against her tight ring of muscle and then his hand was tucked between her swollen lips, pinching her clit until she bucked against him. "Relax." She obeyed again, opening up for his invasion. A long low groan escaped her lips as he slowly pressed in deep. "Good girl. Keep yourself open for me." He began to thrust, oh-so-slowly at first, and then faster. Faster. She moaned, her body rocking with every time his hips banged her sore bottom, her throat aching from the pressure of the position. He slid his fingers over her too-sensitive nub and fucked her ass like he owned it. Which he does. She tensed on him, gasping his name while his fingers continued to pressure her flesh to orgasm. She came, clamping her muscles tightly around him. He followed suit, splashing her insides with cum.
* * *
They spent the night making love—soft and sweet alternated with savage, now that order was reestablished.
In the morning Irene woke beside her soldier, and overcome with love, she found herself pressing kisses to his back. Gently, gently, she covered his back with tiny lip prints. Easing down his waist, she continued to kiss his body, uncovering his skin as she went. Nowhere was taboo—she kissed down his buttocks, his thighs. He stirred and reached his left hand out to caress her head. She murmured against his skin and continued to kiss down the back of one thigh, past his calf, around his ankle and along his feet. He made a breathy laugh as her lips tickled his feet, and she grinned before switching to the other foot. Her kisses traced a network over the back of his second calf, then up his thigh. He turned over, and she found her face pressed against his hairy balls.
She smiled up at him, then covered his jewels in kisses. He groaned, spreading his legs for her. Leaving his cock waving in the air, she kissed down the fronts of his thighs and between them, down his shins and over the tops of his feet. When he twitched, she slid up his body, caressing him with her breasts and belly until she reached his cock. There she kissed along it, up and down, pressing her lips to his slick head and giggling when it twitched. Down to his hard belly she continued, and then slowly, slowly, she slipped up his hairy chest to his neck and shoulders. She shifted over, her thighs brushing his straining cock, and continued to press kisses down his left arm. When she reached his hand, he cupped her face and she sighed, full of adoration. For a moment she rested there, but then she nudged his hand over and kissed up his arm, across his shoulder.
She shifted again, crossing to his right side. He tensed, his breath ragged. She ignored his trepidation, and continued her kisses without a pause. Down his shoulder, across his half-cut bicep, over the taut scarred skin that covered the new end of his arm. She nudged her face under his stump as she had with his left hand, kissing every part of his body. By the time she had returned to his throat his breathing was easier again, and she kissed along his jaw, over his cheekbones, across his brows. Back down his nose, she continued to kiss until she reached his lips and pressed a chaste kiss there. He caught her then, pulling her mouth back to his and invading it with his tongue. She moaned against his mouth, her body trembling with need for the man she adored more than life.
He tightened his hand in her hair, and shifted her back down to his cock. "I think you missed a spot."
She grinned, enveloping him in her hot mouth. Swirling her tongue over the head and between his foreskin and shaft, she moaned as she sucked. She loved the taste of him—thick and pungent.
Swallowing when he filled her throat, she licked her lips and smiled at her husband. My alpha. My soldier. My beloved. "I'm glad you proved me wrong."
"Wrong?"
"I was afraid."
He waited, patient.
"I was
afraid you were broken. That you couldn't be my alpha, couldn't be strong anymore."
"Oh, apple cheeks." He grinned at her, a wicked humor in his eyes. "Don't you remember what I told you when we were married?"
She shook her head, unsure what he was referring to.
"I could spank your butt with one hand tied behind my back."
Irene looked shocked at first, torn between distress at his mocking tone on his own disability, and laughter at the irony. Finally she dissolved into laughter and crawled up his chest. Drew tucked her under his good arm and kissed her forehead. She looked up. "Of course you can, sir."
The End
Cerise Noble
Cerise Noble is a storyteller. Her stories range from written books (like this one!) to onstage kinky performances (sexy!) to the delightful noises she makes when playing with people she enjoys (at least, people tell her they're delightful – but maybe they're just trying to get into her pants... oh wait, she wasn't wearing any by then...).
Speaking of people she enjoys, there's the BFF who's a witch (can we say “magical”?), the Engineer with a piston (kinky), the Minx with a pair of floggers (Florentine!) and the rest of the lovelies she plays with on a regular or non-regular basis. Want to play with her? Fetlife is your friend!
When not playing, she enjoys dark chocolate, cranberry anything, her bandana, a bottle of water... wait, that's her list for aftercare. Well, that's good to know, too! Let's see – reading, writing and arithmetic... mmm, poly-math and more-somes... Wait, what were we talking about again?
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