by Sue Lyndon
The fire crackled and flickered orange across their joined bodies as he came down atop her, his gaze burning with desire. He kissed her gently at first, running his tongue against hers and he held her head in place, before his kiss became urgent and left her breathless when he finally pulled back.
He kneaded her breasts in his large, warm hands, and pinched her nipples until they hardened at his rough touch. She gasped and found herself spreading her legs wider and inviting his entrance. Though his size made her nervous, the aching in her loins could no longer be denied. She had to have him, had to feel his hugeness inside her, even if there was a bit of pain.
He suddenly gasped her hips and thrust into her with a swiftness that had her crying out in surprise. A burning sting seized her for a moment, but almost as soon as it came, it vanished, to be replaced by the immense pleasure of being filled up by Edwin. He remained still inside her for several seconds, then slowly began thrusting in and out of her wet heat. Increasing his pace, he was soon pounding into her with fierce abandon, and the sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the small cabin.
Stars swirled in Rhiannon’s vision as Edwin reached between them and rubbed his thumb atop her most sensitive spot, bringing her to the peak of the highest mountain before sending her hurling through the sky. She cried out as the euphoric sensation took her under. She came down from the clouds in time to see his face twisting. With a guttural moan, his wide, thick length jerked inside her and she felt the heat of his essence spilling into her.
He withdrew from her slowly and lay down next to her on the bearskin rug, holding her in his arms as they both caught their breath. He stoked her hair and whispered into her ear, “Now you are my wife, sweet lass. You belong to me forever.”
Rhiannon’s spirits soared. She had been touched by a Crigon in the most intimate ways, but she would not be damned to the Caves of Terr for it. No, she would spend the rest of her mortal days in Edwin’s arms and every day thereafter within the immortal walls of Strellia with windows to Ettonelli. She smiled and fell asleep with her head resting upon his muscled chest, listening to the steady beating of his heart.
*
The cabin was warm and smelled of baking bread, just as it did every morning. Rhiannon straightened the bearskin bed and added wood to the fireplace, though it didn’t really need it. She was humming and flitting about the one room cabin, cleaning and rearranging furniture and décor in an attempt to alleviate her boredom.
She smiled each time she thought of her handsome Crigon husband. Edwin was a good man who made her truly happy. He was more gentle and loving than she’d ever imagined he would be, especially after those first two spankings.
Many days had passed since they had become husband and wife. Though they made love about as frequently as Rhiannon was spanked (and almost always after a spanking), she found Edwin’s punishments to be fair. The urge to venture outside, even for a moment, was a hard to quell temptation. Her bottom was still sore from the whipping Edwin had given her two days ago when he’d caught her climbing a tree near the cabin, trying to reach the top for a vision over the persistent fog.
Red warmth flushed her face as she remembered being bent over the table for the punishment. Edwin had paced behind her, belt in hand, lecturing for some time about the dangers of going outside before finally beginning. To her surprise, he had stopped after only a few hard slaps. But then he had ordered her to spread her bottom cheeks apart, as he often did before driving his point home with a little humiliation. After she complied, he had paced behind her again, resuming the lecture. When he finally fell silent, she had felt his manhood nudging against her wet folds, dipping inside her partially before pulling out. What happened next was still a surprise to Rhiannon.
Edwin had pressed his stiffness against her bottom hole, and thrust himself deep inside her tightness. She had cried out from a mixture of pain and surprise, but she had remained bent over underneath her Crigon husband while still holding her cheeks apart. Just as the steady rhythm Edwin had developed became pleasurable, he had spilled his seed inside her.
“You must learn to obey me, Rhiannon,” he had said.
As Rhiannon checked on the rising bread, she silently vowed that she would never venture outside again. She felt truly remorseful each time she disappointed and disobeyed Edwin, and she knew each of the punishments at his hand had been well deserved. It was still difficult not to be able to do as she pleased all the time, but she reminded herself just how happy her life with Edwin was.
Later that night, as they were eating dinner at the very table which she was sometimes bent over, Rhiannon eyed her husband nervously. She wanted him to know how much she cared about him. She wanted him to know that she treasured the punishments just as much as the gentle times, for both instances were proof of how much he cared for her.
“Is something wrong?” Edwin asked, pushing away his empty plate.
Rhiannon looked up, upset with herself for being so obvious. “I, um, it’s nothing,” she finally answered, looking down at the table to avoid his burning gaze.
“Tell me,” he said, the tone in his voice edging toward a command.
She looked up at her husband, feeling very small and wishing she could just sink into her chair and away from his piercing eyes. But he knew there was something on her mind.
“I just wanted to tell you something, but I feel quite silly saying it out loud.”
Edwin looked curious. “Don’t feel silly. Please, go on.”
Rhiannon feared she would stutter and stammer over every word, so she blurted out her thoughts quickly. “I just wanted to tell you how much I care about you. You’re a good man to track me down and save a member of my family who wronged you greatly. And I wanted to tell you that I even love the punishments you give me, because I know that you only spank me when I truly deserve it. And I just…I just care about you so much. I love you, even.”
Edwin smiled and reached to wipe at the tears slipping down her cheek. “I love you too,” he said. “You’re a sweet lass and I’m lucky to call you mine, and I look forward to the day we will walk into Stretta together.”
Rhiannon beamed inwardly to hear him say it out loud, and she smiled back.
“And I enjoy spanking you, Rhiannon.”
“What do you mean?”
“I don’t enjoy causing you pain, little human, but I do like causing your bottom to wiggle and redden under my hand. And most times, when your punishment is over, I cannot keep myself from taking you. Haven’t you noticed that?”
Rhiannon blushed crimson. “Yes, I thought there might be a connection.” They both laughed at that.
Chapter 3
The weather grew colder and Edwin’s hunting trips often lasted the entire day, occasionally overnight. Rhiannon missed him greatly, and it was hard to satisfy her boredom. Other than cooking and cleaning, there wasn’t much else to be done inside the cabin. The previous occupant hadn’t even left behind any books or handiwork supplies. Despite her protests, Edwin wouldn’t even permit her to go outside long enough to reset the blue turkey traps near the trees surrounding their tiny abode.
On the third night of a long snowstorm, Edwin returned to the cabin after his longest hunting trip yet. With many of the animals hiding out during the harsh weather, food had been scarce as of late. While Rhiannon knew she would be dead without Edwin to take care of her, she came to resent the words, “I’m going hunting today.”
“Why are you being so quiet?” Edwin asked as they lay in front of the fire that night.
“I’m trying to sleep,” replied Rhiannon.
“That may be so,” said Edwin, “but you’ve been short with me all evening. I’ve noticed you rolling your eyes at me on more than one occasion, and I’ve heard you mumbling unkind words.”
Rhiannon stiffened. Edwin was right; she had been doing those things. But how was she to know his vision and hearing could be so perfect, even across the room? The cabin was dim with only a few candles lit. “I don’t
know what you’re talking about,” she finally said, unwilling to admit her sorrow to Edwin.
Before she could protest, Edwin rolled her onto her stomach and administered several heavy blows to her backside. She hadn’t been spanked in a while, and these smacks stung her bottom greatly. She gasped and cried out, suddenly very angry at her husband. So what if she had done these things? It’s not as if she’d ventured outside or directly talked back to him.
“Stop!” she screamed angrily, and slipped a hand back to protect her bottom.
Edwin drew her up on his lap, firmly gripping her shoulders in his large Crigon hands. “I know you don’t like being trapped in this cabin, all day, every day. But that is no reason to treat your husband so poorly, especially after I’ve just returned from a long hunting trip.”
Rhiannon struggled to escape his hold, and she was determined not to meet his gaze, though his breath was warm against her face. “Let me go!” she growled. He didn’t understand how horrible it was to be trapped within the same walls day after day. How dare he lecture her when he couldn’t possibly understand?
“I will tolerate the occasional bad mood from you, Rhiannon,” he said, “but I will not tolerate blatant disrespect.”
“I never said any of those things to your face!” she said, still squirming to escape.
“That’s funny. I thought you said you didn’t know what I was talking about?”
She ceased her squirming and fell silent. The last time she’d been caught in a lie, Edwin had punished her severely. Her bottom quivered involuntarily as she recalled the lengthy bare bottom spanking that concluded with ten slaps of the belt. “I-I…” But Rhiannon could think of nothing to say in her defense.
Leaning closer, Edwin whispered her sentence directly into her ear. “I’ve just returned from a long hunting trip and I am tired. Tomorrow morning after breakfast I will check the blue turkey traps as I always do. When I return from that, I expect to find you waiting naked beside the tall chair. I will spank you then, Rhiannon, and I promise you this—the punishment will fit the offense.”
Rhiannon shuddered at the dark gleam in Edwin’s eye. He had never made her wait for a punishment before. “Yes, Edwin,” she mumbled as the tears gathered in her eyes.
That night, sleep eluded Rhiannon. She watched Edwin, bathed in the fire’s glow, for most of the night. He had never before seemed larger or more intimidating. She eyed his massive, abrasive hands with fear and regret tightening her stomach, rebuking herself for being so thoughtless.
Had Edwin not sought her out on the Cold Top, she would have perished in the snows long ago. Either that or she would have starved or become a rolabear’s dinner.
Her guilt over treating Edwin so badly suddenly mingled with her hatred for her own father, and a lone tear trickled down her cheek. She would resign herself to Edwin’s mercy tomorrow and stand naked beside the tall chair, and after it was all over with there would be peace between them again.
But she would never make peace with her father. Not even when they were both in the afterlife of Strellia and Ettonelli.
*
Rhiannon watched Edwin stand at the window, moving the curtains to make way for sunlight, the first sunlight in days. “Ah!” he exclaimed with joy. “Three of the traps are full of blue turkeys.”
The last of the dishes were done and she came to stand behind her husband hesitantly, but she had to see for herself. He was right. Between the three traps there would be enough food to last at least eight days. This, combined with the shining sun, should’ve made her mood lighter this morning, but the unfinished business between Rhiannon and her husband filled the air with tension.
Edwin turned and held her by her shoulders, at a distance. “Do you remember what we talked about last night, lass?”
Rhiannon flushed and barely heard her own voice. “Yes, Edwin.”
“Good. I’ll be back after I get the blue turkeys inside the wall cage.” His voice was hard and she detected no sympathy in his eyes. Her hopes that he might go easy on her vanished.
As soon as the door closed behind him, salty tears flowed freely down her cheeks. She hadn’t merely been unkind to Edwin—she had been outright selfish. “The punishment will fit the offense,” echoed in her mind as she stripped off her dress and stood beside the tall chair, sorrowfully resigned to her fate.
Snow fell from Edwin’s boots when he finally returned, and Rhiannon’s heart contracted as he roughly wiped them on the doormat. She bit her bottom lip and bowed her head, too fearful and ashamed to look her husband in the eye. But his boots thudded closer and he was soon hovering above.
Edwin lifted Rhiannon’s chin up, forcing her to meet his eyes. “I haven’t even begun your punishment yet. Why so many tears now?”
A loud sob escaped past Rhiannon’s lips and her whole body trembled. Edwin’s eyes were cold, strictly business. She wanted to retract the cruel mumbled words and the mocking faces she’d made yesterday. She wanted to beg his forgiveness and feel him hold her tenderly in his arms.
“Edwin, I’m so sorry. I owe you everything and I’ve been treating you so poorly lately. I feel horrible that I’ve behaved this way.” Rhiannon pulled her chin away and bowed her head while her shoulders heaved under a fresh wave of tears.
“Are you trying to get out of your punishment, Rhiannon?”
She looked up quickly, her crying ceased at once. “No! I swear it! I know I deserve whatever punishment you choose to give me.”
For the first time all morning, Edwin’s eyes softened. He cupped Rhiannon’s face, kissing her cheeks and smoothing her hair behind her ears. “Let’s get this spanking over with then, so we may move on with our day.”
Rhiannon blinked back the hot moisture in her eyes and nodded. “All right,” she said in a voice so low even Edwin barely heard it.
Edwin kissed her again before leading her over his lap on the tall chair. Her feet dangled freely for once, and he didn’t even pin her arms this time. She vowed that she would remain as still as possible for this punishment.
He rested a hand on her bottom, then commenced drawing light circles over both her cheeks. “I wish I didn’t have to punish you right now, lass,” he said, “but you were very disrespectful to me. You know that when you behave in such a way, a spanking is sure to follow. Even when we are in Strellia, I will not hesitate to punish you for such behavior.”
“I know, Edwin,” she said through another sob. “I’m so sorry.”
“I know you are,” he replied, still drawing circles with his hand, “and I want you to take this punishment without fighting me like you usually do. Understood?”
“Yes, Edwin,” she said, wanting the whole ordeal to be over with as soon as possible. She just wanted to feel him cradling her in his arms and kissing the top of her head.
“Good,” he said, and delivered a sound smack across her bottom in the next moment. He alternated cheeks, spanking with vigor and not pausing between slaps.
Rhiannon’s bottom was stinging something fierce, but she kept her legs and arms as still as possible while Edwin continued the punishment. She panicked when he began to spank her upper thighs, fearing that she would yield to the pain and begin a struggle against him.
“Spread your thighs,” he commanded. Rhiannon complied, though it was utterly humiliating. Her sex was now on full view and Edwin continued to slap her thighs, paying particular interest to her inner thighs closest to her womanly folds.
Despite the pain, she ached for him to touch her there, tenderly or roughly—it didn’t matter. There was a burning ache between her thighs that sought release. She knew that her lips were probably swollen and gleaming with moisture, betraying her arousal even as he continued to spank her bottom hard.
At some point, Rhiannon noticed Edwin had begun pausing between the slaps, caressing her bottom and upper thighs in between lighter spanks. It was sensual and she understood that the pain was now over, but that didn’t necessarily mean the punishment was. She wondered if
she would be forced to spread her bottom cheeks apart so that Edwin could thrust a finger into her bottom hole.
“Spread your thighs even wider apart,” he commanded. Rhiannon opened her legs as much as she could and was pushed farther over Edwin’s lap.
Finally, his fingers reached her moist folds, stroking them gently and swirling upon her sensitive bud. With one hand, he held her folds apart. With the other hand, he stroked and probed her aching womanhood. Rhiannon moaned and resisted the urge to buck against his hand.
Then, Edwin did something that caught Rhiannon by surprise. His probing hand left her folds for a moment, and in the next moment slapped lightly against her throbbing center. She gasped, but not from the pain. It didn’t hurt the way she would’ve imagined. The slight sting proved a most erotic sensation and left her yearning for more. Edwin slapped her sheath lightly with his hand again and again, filling the room with the sound of sticky slaps. Her warm slit was on fire, and she could no longer resist bucking against his punishing hand. The tips of his fingers landed upon her sensitive bud during each slap, bringing her to the edges of ecstasy. Just when she thought she was going to drown in a sweet release, Edwin stopped.
Without a word, he led her to the table. Knowing she deserved the belt, she vowed to take the rest of her punishment without protest. But to her surprise, Edwin laid her down on her back with her legs spread and lifted upon the table. His blue eyes were misted over with darkness, and she wondered if his arousal equaled hers. The bulge inside his leather pants suggested that he was about to take her and pound his manhood into her upon the table without mercy.
When Edwin began to unfasten his belt from around his trim waist, Rhiannon’s feet fidgeted and she stared at him with wide eyes. Surely he wouldn’t use the belt to…
Before she could complete this thought, Edwin spoke. “Spread your folds apart for me and hold perfectly still.”
Rhiannon felt her heart pounding in her chest as she reached down to comply with Edwin’s demands. She held herself open, completely exposed as he held the punishing belt. He stepped closer and trailed the tip of the leather between her breasts until it dangled between her increasingly wet folds.
