by Sue Lyndon
She thought about the mean things she’d said to Bronson and remorse rushed through her. In his own stubborn way, he was helping her. She shuddered to think what would have happened to her had she stayed within the city walls the night the fighting began. In her terror she would have probably run back to the safety of the castle, not realizing it was the final target of the revolutionary fighters.
She took a deep breath and pulled back to peer up at Bronson. He brushed another tear away with the pad of his thumb, and she melted inside, feeling her resistance crumble around her. “I’m sorry for the unkind words I said to you, Bronson. I didn’t really mean them.”
He nodded solemnly, not breaking his gaze with her. “I know you are angry, and you have every right to be, but I will not let you get away with naughtiness, Anna. You are my wife now and I expect you to keep a calm mind about you. No more temper tantrums.”
She smiled. “I wasn’t having a temper tantrum.”
“You stomped your foot. Several times. You cursed and shouted demands at me. Your face turned bright red. If that doesn’t qualify as a temper tantrum that is deserving of a sore, reddened bare bottom, I’m not sure what does.”
She flushed, embarrassed that he was calling attention to her freshly spanked bottom. Her eyes widened and she reached beneath her, her hands fumbling as she attempted to pull her dress back into place. When that didn’t work, she tried to close her parted drawers, but Bronson caught her hands and guided her arms around him. She stared at him, feeling a surge of heat pulse throughout her body as everything below her waist throbbed.
“I have a rule you’re not going to like, Anna, but it’s one I expect you to obey.” His tone brooked no argument.
“What rule is that?” Time slowed down as she awaited his response, and she fought the strange urge to grind against his lap. What on Earth was happening to her? Her breasts also felt heavier inside her dress, and her nipples hardened and chaffed against the silk chemise she wore underneath her simple servant’s gown.
“Corner time.” One thick eyebrow rose up. “After I finish spanking you, little dove, I expect you to stand in the corner with your skirts raised and your naughty, punished bottom on display.”
“But I couldn’t possibly!” Her heart raced. She felt completely mortified and scandalized, certain that she’d die of embarrassment if he forced her to do such a thing.
“If you don’t cooperate, Anna, I will turn you back over my knee and start all over again. Is that what you want?” he asked. “Do you want another spanking on your bare bottom?”
“N-no, sir,” she said, struggling for air. She breathed in and out quickly, wishing the wooden floorboards would open up and swallow her whole. It was bad enough that he’d seen and touched her bare bottom during her spanking, but the idea of standing in the corner with her skirts raised and her punished bottom prominently displayed filled her deeply with shame. She vowed to never, ever earn a spanking again.
“Good. Now be a good little girl and go stand in the corner,” he said, pointing to an empty corner in the bedroom. He helped her stand up and guided her into position, ordering her to gather her skirts high above her waist and stare at the converging walls. “Think about how naughty you were and how you will behave better the next time something upsets you.”
“D-do I have to stand here for long?” she asked, peering over her shoulder at him.
“You will stand there until I give you permission to move. The length of your corner time will depend on your offense and how well you cooperated during your spanking. Now put your nose in the corner and no more talking,” he said sternly.
To further her humiliation, he made a show of parting her drawers wider to expose her bottom more fully. She supposed that was better than untying them and letting them pool around her ankles though. At least some of her modesty remained intact. As she stood in the corner staring at the walls, she once again decided that she’d be on her best behavior, if only to avoid another painful spanking and embarrassing corner time. She felt very childish and well punished standing with her throbbing backside sticking out for Bronson to gaze upon.
She resisted the impulse to peer over her shoulder again. She wondered if he was looking at her right now, but she didn’t want to chance another spanking by disobeying his orders to remain still.
Her thoughts drifted to all that had happened during the last month. Her life had changed drastically. She’d gone from living in the lonely castle, a princess dreading her impending nuptials to a cousin she despised, to being stripped of her nobility and married to a commoner she’d known as child. By law, she now belonged to Bronson. The wives of nobles had a few rights and privileges, but as a commoner’s wife she was nothing but Bronson’s property. To her surprise, this thought only increased the warm pulses between her legs, and her eyes widened as she felt moisture slip from her feminine lips down her inner thigh to her drawers. She flushed, not understanding her reaction to Bronson’s strangely comforting authority. He was a brute, yet she felt safe with him and trusted him, even though he’d just given her a sound spanking.
If this was her life now, she didn’t want to be miserable. She supposed she should try to make the best of it. Perhaps she could find happiness here in this seaside town with Bronson, far away from the suffocating walls of the city and the castle. The pervasive loneliness that had once filled her dissipated in his presence. The fact that he wanted her and had risked his life to take responsibility for her filled up the gaping holes in her heart. Though he was a stranger in many ways, it was nice to feel wanted for a change, rather than viewed as a disappointment and a burden to marry off.
As she stood in the corner with her bottom aching, Anna vowed to make an effort to be polite to her new husband and treat him with the same kindness he’d showed her so far. If he was cruel to her or made her feel unwanted, she could always make her escape and try to book passage off the island. She still had her money and jewelry in the bag Bronson had tucked into his sack. She made a note to extract her belongings from his sack as soon as possible and hide them where he wouldn’t find them, just in case he decided to keep her from her small fortune. He hadn’t peeked into her belongings and thankfully wasn’t aware of the contents of her bag.
A hand on her shoulder startled a gasp from her. She jumped at his touch and inhaled several deep breaths when he cupped her bottom, squeezing her tender cheeks one at a time.
“Have you learned your lesson, little dove?”
“Yes, sir. I promise to be good from now on. You won’t have reason to spank me again, I can assure you of that.” She tried to sound sure of herself, but her voice shook as his nearness unleashed a deeper ache in her inner core. She was practically breathless wanting him, but she could hardly admit her strange needs to herself, let alone to the man who’d just given her a sound thrashing.
* * * * *
Bronson chuckled and turned Anna around, holding her out by her upper arms as he smirked down at her. “You forgot my promise to tame you, Anna. I will take you over my lap every night before bed and attend to your little bottom as I see fit. If you’re well behaved, you might only get a few light slaps, to help you remember that I am your husband and I expect your obedience. But if you’ve been naughty or you fail to cooperate, then you can expect more than a few light slaps.”
Her brow furrowed and she glared up at him, her lip protruding in a pout. “That hardly sounds fair.”
He leaned closer, and his cock hardened further when he swore he detected the smell of her feminine essence. “Anna, my sweet, are you moist between your thighs?”
The shock in her eyes and sudden paleness of her face confirmed his suspicions. She shook her head and lowered her gaze. “No. I don’t know what you’re talking about. Now if you don’t mind, I’d like to go for a walk. It’s rather stuffy in here.”
“You’re not going anywhere, except perhaps to bed.” He stilled her protests with a kiss, claiming her mouth roughly as his need for her soared. She pushed
at his chest and he deepened the kiss, his tongue delving against hers until he felt her soften in his embrace. Her protests ceased, and a beat later she responded to his ministrations, tentatively returning his kiss and wrapping her arms around his waist. “I should spank you again for telling me a lie,” he said when he finally broke away and caught his breath. She stared up at him, her chest heaving and her eyes wide.
“For what?”
“For claiming you’re not moist between your thighs. I can smell you, and it is intoxicating.” His words prompted her to renew her struggles and push against his chest, but he easily captured her wrists and held them captive in front of her in one hand. With his other hand, he reached beneath the layers of her dress and untied her drawers, letting them fall to her feet in a pool of fabric. “Now, let’s see just how wet you are. Spread your legs apart, Anna.”
Whimpers rose from her as she stood completely still, refusing to do as he asked. Bronson smacked the front of her thighs twice, until she finally obeyed and parted her legs for his examination.
“Good girl,” he said once she was spread to his liking. “Now hold this position while I see how wet you are.”
“Oh!” She jumped as his fingers glided along the lips of her slick mound, but she managed to keep her legs spread.
“Anna, your little cunny is soaking.” He slipped a finger inside her wet warmth, spreading her moisture around the insides of her lips and drawing it over her stiffened nub. Her whimpers turned to muted squeals, and he expertly circled her button while she leaned against the wall, no longer resisting his inspection. “I am going to take you here, Anna,” he said, moving a finger to her moist entrance and slipping inside her exquisite tightness.
“I . . . I . . .” Her words trailed off. She closed her eyes as her head fell to the side, and he took advantage to trail kisses up the hollow of her neck, all the while keeping a firm grip on her wrists.
“Are you going to be a good girl for me in bed, Anna, or should I tie you to the posts?”
Her moan, a moan of unadulterated pleasure, sent tingles racing up his thighs and tightened his groin. God, he wanted her. Not just her body either. All of her. He wanted to make her happy and see her eyes light up with love as she gazed at him. Yes, he wanted to press her down on the bed and have his way with her, but he also wanted her heart. Being in her presence calmed his soul. He felt like a weary traveler who’d been wandering for years but had finally arrived home. All the years he’d spent worrying about Anna faded as he kissed her and held her in his arms. She was so sweet, so responsive.
“I pr-promise I’ll be a good girl,” she finally said in between whimpers, moans, and kisses.
He urged her out of her drawers and pulled her dress over her head, tossing it to the floor as he looked her up and down, appreciating the snug, sheer chemise that revealed her curves and her peaked nipples. Bashfully, she peered up at him from under her eyelashes, her lips parted and her face flushed. As he guided her toward the bed, she halted and gave him a fearful look.
“Do not be afraid, Anna.”
After a long, deep breath, she gazed at the bed, her face turning redder. “I-I don’t know what you expect of me, Bronson.”
“Relax, my sweet.” He cupped her face and kissed her again, taking his time as he explored her mouth and felt her melting into his body as he worked to rekindle her desire. Once he’d kissed her thoroughly, he removed her chemise with a tug and stepped back to look up and down her shapely body. Her flesh was smooth and creamy white, though a spattering of freckles covered her shoulders. Her breasts were large and her dark pink nipples seemed to grow harder under his gaze. A slender waist and flat stomach tapered down to wide hips and curvy thighs. “You’re beautiful, Anna.” He gathered her close. “And you’re all mine. Say it. Tell me you’re all mine.”
Clamping her lips together, she shook her head and tried to back away. He frowned at her reluctance and knew she needed help surrendering to him. She’d softened each time he kissed her, and she’d let him touch her little cunny without fuss after he’d stroked her clit and given her pleasure. Taking pity on her nervousness, he cupped her center and ground the heel of his hand against her button until she moaned and grasped his shoulders for support. He stroked her, spreading moisture from her inner core all around her hardened nub but not quite touching it. Whimpers of frustration rose from her and she closed her eyes, gyrating her hips in an attempt to find the pleasure he was purposefully withholding.
“Tell me you’re all mine, Anna. Now.”
“I-I’m all y-yours, Bronson,” she gasped out between whimpers. Her face contorted as he finally pressed his thumb over her clit, drawing the moisture he’d gathered onto her pulsing button. Perspiration beaded on her forehead and she let loose a deep moan, her hips moving steadily against his hand.
Bronson brought her to the peak of release but didn’t allow her to fall into it, instead jerking his hand away at the last moment as her moaning intensified. Her face crumbled and her eyes opened, and the urgent gleam in her gaze spoke of her desperate longing. Turning her around, he smacked her bottom twice. “Get into the bed, Anna, and show me what a good girl you can be for your new husband.”
Chapter 5
Anna watched in a daze as Bronson removed his boots and stripped off his trousers and shirt. He wore no undergarments, and she stared in shock at the large, stiff length between his legs that swayed up and down with his movements. As he crawled into bed and settled his body over hers, his hardness jerked against her thigh and she instinctively parted her legs, allowing him access to her most intimate parts.
“Such a good girl.” His hot breath danced along her earlobe. “Now spread just a bit wider so I can get a good look at you.” Drawing back, he waited until she obeyed, moving her thighs apart as he watched intently. He stared at her center and spread her folds apart, exposing her slick insides and rubbing his thumb against her once more. Oh, she loved when he touched her there, at the very spot that seemed to pulse with need.
“Please, Bronson,” she begged, lifting her hips. She ached for something, but she wasn’t sure for what. Certainly she didn’t wish for him to stop touching her tiny pulsing button. In fact, she wished he’d press harder and swirl his thumb around faster, but she was too shy to issue such a request. Instead, she continued moving her hips in an attempt to spurn him to comply with her secret wishes.
“Are you going to be a good girl and take all of my cock in your cunny, Anna?”
She blew out a breath and her hips jerked upward on their own accord. “Yes, sir! Just please, don’t stop!” Closing her eyes in concentration, she remained spread open as he touched her and caressed her folds. With his free hand, he pinched her nipples and stroked his hand across the flatness of her stomach. She clutched the covers so hard her knuckles turned white.
* * * * *
Knowing her first time would be painful, Bronson decided to get it over with as quickly as possible. He didn’t wish to frighten her and opted not to warn her of the pain of losing her maidenhead. With a smidge of regret, he distracted her by applying more pressure to her clit and positioned his cock at her slick entrance, surging inside her in one swift movement. He tore through her virginal resistance and leaned over her, now cupping her face and urging her to open her eyes. Pain twisted her face and she screamed, and his heart ached to see the panic in her eyes when she finally met his gaze.
“Shh, little love. It’s over. The pain, I mean. I promise.”
Her lip quivered and she glared at him accusingly. “That hurt, Bronson. Please, please get off me.”
Kissing the tip of her nose, he smiled down at her, wanting nothing more than to ease her fears. He would have gladly taken on the pain himself. Not just the pain of losing her maidenhead, but all the other hurts she harbored in her heart. She was so innocent and sweet; he raged inside at all those who’d hurt her during her short lifetime.
“I’m going to move inside you now, Anna, but it won’t hurt like it did at f
irst. I’m going to bring you pleasure again, I promise.” He sought out her clit and coaxed it to harden against his fingers as he swirled her moisture around it. After several moments, he asked, “Are you okay now, my sweet?”
Though uncertainty still filled her gaze, she nodded and made no move to resist. Gently, he withdrew from her tight cunny while keeping pressure on her button. Though it pained him to thrust into her so slowly, he didn’t wish to cause her further discomfort. He also wanted her to trust him not to wound her, and he gradually increased the pace of his thrusts as her snug channel stretched to accommodate his girth, and she grew slicker as he circled her clit.
He upped his pace. She gasped, moving her hips faster. Her eyes shot open in alarm as her passage tightened around his length and she rode the waves of her pleasure. She grabbed onto him as he surged forward and followed her into bliss.
After their exertions, Bronson gathered her into his arms. Fatigued from his long journey and years of worrying about Anna, he thrummed with a deep sense of peace as he snuggled her close until she drifted to sleep. His eyes grew heavy and he joined her in slumber.
By the time they awoke, the room was considerably darker. The sun was already setting. Bronson blinked and rubbed his eyes, a bit unnerved that he’d spent the entire day sleeping. He gazed down at Anna and pulled a sheet over her, kissed her forehead, then got dressed with the intention of making dinner. He’d planned to spend the rest of the day showing Anna around the kitchen and perhaps introducing her to his nearest neighbors, but that would have to wait for another day. She looked so peaceful in sleep that he didn’t have the heart to wake her.
