by Ava Sinclair
“You’re getting a licking, Lily Mae,” he said, doubling the belt. The he laid it on the arm of the sofa next to her head. “Now, it’s important that you not clench your bottom cheeks when you’re being strapped with a belt, so I’m going to do something to make sure that doesn’t happen.”
“What do you mean? What are you going to do?”
“You still have time to change your mind before we begin,” he said, ignoring the question. “This all comes down to whether you trust me. Do you?”
She nodded, and Jace reached into the pocket of his shirt for the ginger root. He didn’t offer an explanation as he stepped behind Lily Mae and parted her bottom cheeks to expose the dusky crinkle of her anus. The freshly peeled root oozed with its own juices, and now Jace pushed it against her bottom hole, noting how Lily Mae’s eyes widened as she looked back at him. Still, she didn’t resist, but allowed him to continue to push until the tip of the root had made its way past the resisting ring of muscles. Jace continued to work it in until only an inch protruded from between her cheeks.
Now he picked up the doubled belt and stepped to the side, eyeing her delectable bottom.
“How many?” she asked.
“Enough to teach you a lesson,” he said. “I’ll decide when you’ve had enough.”
He drew the belt back then and brought it down hard across the center of her bottom, and he could tell immediately that whatever Lily Mae had expected a strapping to feel like, she’d not expected that. She howled aloud, sinking to the floor, her hands cupping her freshly welted bottom.
“Stand up,” Jace said, and he was surprised at the lack of mercy in his voice. But he’d not been exaggerating when he’d told Lily Mae she was in for it. She’d put her very life in danger, and his, too. He was determined she’d never do anything like that again.
She whimpered as she complied, leaning back across the couch.
He raised his arm again, and this time purposefully waited, knowing what she’d do in expectation of the blow. He could see her cheeks clench, and his gaze was dawn to her face. Sure enough, Lily Mae’s eyes flew open in surprise and she began to moan.
“Owwwww!!! Jace, my bottom! It hurts!”
“I know, baby. I laid that belt on pretty hard.”
“No! You don’t understand! Not the outside… the inside!!! Jace!! What did you put in my ass? It burns!”
He couldn’t help but smile a little now. “It’s a ginger root, Lily Mae. The same extract that gives your food that hot, spicy flavor is exactly what you’re squeezing out every time you clench your bottom cheeks. So if I were you, I’d try not to.”
Jace could tell she was trying as he brought the belt down again, this time landing the second welt just below the first. Lily Mae was sobbing now and wagging her bottom as she stamped her foot. He could tell by her reaction that he’d set her on fire, inside and out, and didn’t waste time, pressing his hand against the small of her back as he landed two more solid blows with the belt, crisscrossing the welts he’d already made with fresh ones.
“Please stop! Please stop! It hurts so bad!” Lily Mae’s face was a mask of agony and distress. Sweat was beading up on her arched back. She was clutching the back of the sofa so hard that her knuckles were pale, and her tits bounced as she stomped her feet. But even so, there was a thin line of glistening arousal running down the inside of one thigh, and when she leaned over again at Jace’s command, he could see that her pussy was wet and swollen, the engorged inner labia visible between the soft bare lips of her pussy.
Jace had not been kidding when he said the punishment would hurt him as much as it hurt Lily Mae. He’d never wanted her more. He longed to end her distress, to throw the belt aside and sink his hard cock into her pussy. But instead, he drew back the belt and caught her hard across the crest of her buttocks, sending her dancing in circles as she gyrated her bottom as if trying to shake off the pain and expel the root lodged in her bottom.
“Back over that couch, young lady,” he bellowed, and she cried out in distress and all but flung herself obediently back in position. To Jace, this was a clear sign that through the pain, his sweet Lily Mae’s mind was clearly on enduring the punishment, on proving to him that she was willing to do whatever it took to clean the slate of what she’d done.
Her whole bottom was a mass of welts. Jace was nearly done. He raised the belt and this time struck her across the thighs. Lily Mae fell so far forward across the couch that her feet left the floor and she lay there, rocking back and forth with her legs splayed. Between them, her pussy glistened, and the rim of her bottom hole around the ginger root was pink and puffy. It was time to end her torment.
Jace tossed aside the belt.
“We’re done, baby,” he said, and reached between her buttocks to remove the root. She wailed anew as he worked it out, and lay there, sobbing and defeated as he tossed it in the bathroom trash can and fetched a wet washcloth for her bottom.
“This might sting a little,” he said as he laid it across the welts, and she nodded, still sobbing, but let him soothe her bottom.
Jace was suddenly aware of how completely exhausted she looked. Lifting her to standing, he turned Lily Mae and lifted her into his arms. Her old bedroom was to the left of the living room, and he laid her face-down on the bed. He lay down beside her, cuddling her naked form against his clothed one.
“It’s all forgiven now,” he said. “No more lies and no more secrets, okay?”
“Never,” she said, her voice hitching. “No more lies or secrets ever again.”
He kissed her on the forehead. “Good girl. Now go to sleep, because tomorrow we leave for home. We still have a wedding to plan.”
* * *
Jace bought Lyle a plane ticket home the next morning before turning in his rental car and renting a U-Haul for himself and Lily Mae, telling her it made more sense to pack up her stuff for home rather than make another trip to California.
She couldn’t fault his logic, even if she did feel guilty watching him do most of the packing. Her bottom was still so sore she could barely sit or walk; she was especially determined to never do anything to earn any punishment involving ginger root again.
She told Jace she’d given most of her jewelry to Tony.
“Good,” he said. “Now there’s no way he can come back and say you two aren’t square.”
Lily Mae had been nervous when she’d first awakened, worried that Tony might come around or send someone to make trouble for her and Jace. But as the day wore on, she relaxed, realizing that whatever mess the strip club owner had gotten into, it was likely giving him bigger fish to fry.
By two o’clock, the couple was ready to make the twenty-hour drive home. Lyle would handle things until they arrived, but Lily Mae was fretting over how her actions might be perceived by Jace’s other friends. But he told her it didn’t matter.
“The only opinion you need to worry about is mine, Lily Mae,” he said, putting a hand on her shoulder as they headed down the highway. “If people aim to gossip, they’ll gossip. Just put it out of your head, understand?”
She nodded, feeling like the luckiest girl alive. With Tony out of her life and the keys to her old condo now in the hands of the property manager, she’d finally closed the chapter on her life before Jace Whitaker.
“Jace,” she asked. “Do you think it’ll always be the way it is between us now?”
“You mean with me tanning your hide when you need it?” He arched an eyebrow. “Yes, ma’am.” He paused. “Why? You want it different?”
She shook her head and shifted on a bottom that had gone from sore to a tingling throb.
“No,” she said. “But I wonder if that’s really a good thing. I don’t know a lot of gals whose husbands spank them.”
“I bet you do,” he grinned. “The truth is, those gals just don’t admit it. I’d wager there’s not a good old boy in Texas who hasn’t walloped his wife’s backside at least once, Lily Mae. The difference here is that we don’t treat
it like something abnormal or bad. I love you to pieces, and part of that means I need to keep you straight, for both our sakes.” He reached over and squeezed her hands, grinning as he did. “Admit it. You wouldn’t have it any other way.”
Lily Mae smiled back. “You’re absolutely right, baby. I wouldn’t.”
Chapter Seventeen
It was west Texas hot the day of the wedding. The first barn Jace’s father had built on the ranch provided the perfect venue for the late afternoon affair.
Lily Mae had opted for a traditional white dress with a strapless top and a bell-shaped skirt of white eyelet silk over crinoline. Her hair was piled on top of her head and accented with tiny seed pearls. For the first time since her mother’s funeral, she found herself tearing up over the memory of the woman who’d raised her without ever really being the kind of close maternal figure most daughters treasure.
“I hope you’d be proud of me, mama,” she said, looking in the mirror. By the evening, she’d be Mrs. Jace Whitaker, and she promised to honor her mother by having the kind of marriage her mom would have had if her life had only been different.
Her old friend Janine had returned to be her maid of honor. Lily Mae only had two other bridesmaids—Lyle’s younger sister Courtney and the florist’s assistant Grace Anne, who’d become her friend during all the wedding planning.
It was hard to believe after all she and Jace had been through, that their big day was finally here.
“Ready?” Janine was at her shoulder, smiling.
“More than ready,” Lily Mae smiled, and stood, allowing Janine to fluff her skirt as she clutched the simple bouquet of white calla lilies in her hands.
The fiddlers Jace had hired had started to play, and strains of The Wedding March cleaved the heavy air moved only by low-hanging ceiling fans installed just before the event.
Both sides of the barn’s large interior were dotted with tables sporting white linen tablecloths and bouquets of sunflowers. Chairs sat in the center of the room, with a space between them. At the front of the room, the preacher who’d presided over Lily’s mother’s funeral stood waiting to marry her to Jace, who stood with his best man Lyle and two other friends waiting for Lily to emerge from the former feed room she’d used to dress.
Murmurs rose from the assembled gathering as Lily Mae followed her bridesmaids up the aisle. Jace was wearing a suit with a bolo tie, his sandy, collar-length hair tamed for the big day. Lily Mae’s heart swelled; she was marrying the best-looking man in Texas, and judging by his expression, he seemed to think he was marrying the most beautiful girl.
“Gosh, you’re gorgeous,” he said as he took her hands.
The vows were traditional, and Lily Mae meant every word, feeling herself thrill a bit when she boldly promised to obey the man who promised to love, cherish, and protect her.
“Should have added ‘spank,’” he joked later when they were on the dance floor now cleared of chairs, and she’d giggled at this.
“That might have raised some eyebrows,” she said, “although I’m sure I raised plenty wearing a white dress.”
“How so?” he asked.
Lily Mae had sighed. “I’m hardly a blushing virgin.”
Jace had pulled her to him, pressing his lips to her ear. “Well, baby, when I take you tonight, it’s going to be so hard it’ll feel like the first time.”
Lord, what that man could do just with a promise. The rest of the evening passed in a blur. The cake was cut, the toasts were made, and some of the guests were still dancing when Lily Mae turned her back on the group of yelling women to toss the bouquet over her shoulder. Janine caught it, and instantly smiled at Lyle, who’d been enjoying his reunion with her since she’d arrived.
“Ready to go home, Lily Mae Whitaker?” Jace kissed his wife, and Lily Mae sighed, eager to be alone with her new husband. They planned to leave the following day for a trip to the Grand Canyon, but wanted to spend their wedding night at home.
Lily Mae squealed with happiness when she entered their bedroom to find it filled with dozens of fragrant roses, and laughingly shooed Jace out so she could change into the delicate nightie she’d purchased for their special night.
“You look awful good, Mrs. Whitaker,” Jace said throatily when he re-entered the room. He’d already shed his shirt, his well-muscled chest visible to her appreciative eyes. “Remember what I told you in the barn?”
Lily Mae suddenly felt shy. “Yeah,” she said. “You told me you’d make me feel like a virgin.” She giggled nervously. “That’s going to take some doing.”
Jace reached for Lily Mae then, pulling her to his hard body so roughly that it took her breath away. His mouth ground down on hers, and Lily Mae wound her arms around his neck, determined that her ardor would match her husband’s on this night.
But Jace seemed equally determined to dominate his new wife, and Lily Mae found herself enjoying his reaction to her resistance as his hands made short work of the nightie, conjuring images of the night she’d crashed her SUV into his truck.
Jace sat down on the bed and moved back until his head was inches from the headboard, pulling Lily Mae on top of him until she was straddling his chest. Then he pulled her roughly up until she was straddling his face, and she screamed as his mouth found her clit and latched onto it greedily as he jammed two fingers into her pussy while a third found her bottom hole. He worked the three digits almost roughly as he licked and nibbled her clit, and Lily Mae was left breathless and overwhelmed by the assault. But her body responded with excitement, her arousal coating Jace’s face as he drove her to two orgasms in rapid succession before stopping.
Her pussy was still pulsing when he pushed her back on the bed and loomed over her, looking down as he undid his pants. His cock was incredibly hard, and she reached for it even before it was free, pulling it from his pants and wrapping her lips around the head, drawing on him with her mouth as she palmed his tight balls. This time he did not direct her movements, but allowed Lily Mae to set the pace, moaning as she teased the tip of his cock with her tongue, lapping away the drop of pre-cum before deep-throating him as her hands roamed his taut buttocks, one finger snaking between his cheeks to press against the tight entrance to his bottom.
Now his hands did go in her hair, as if warning her not to get too carried away. She could tell he was close to coming, and the knowledge that she was driving him wild fed her need, and she was surprised to feel her own pleasure crest through the very act of sucking his cock. She suddenly desired only to swallow his cum, and gripped him tightly, refusing to let go when he tried to pull her away.
“Disobeying me already?” he asked, jerking her roughly off him and sinking down to put her over his lap. Lily Mae expected a few perfunctory smacks, but that was not what her bridegroom had in mind. He spanked Lily Mae to tears, and as she sobbed over his lap she realized that he was serious when he told her he’d demand her obedience at all times, and even through the pain, she found comfort and arousal in what was happening to her.
“You ready to mind me?” he asked. She nodded her head, her breath coming in little hiccoughs, and then moaned as he dragged her to her knees and pinched her nipples hard before leaning down to suckle one after another, coaxing them to hard, hurting peaks in his hot mouth.
Her pussy was pulsing, begging to be filled. Lily Mae ached for him, and began begging Jace to fuck her, shocking herself with the frank coarseness of her language.
He was between her legs, teasing her clit with the head of his cock, rubbing it up and down her slit, grazing the slippery folds of her inner labia, driving her wild with desire.
“Fuck me!” she cried. “Please, Jace. Fuck me or I’ll die!”
He growled a laugh, driving into her and then groaning as her waiting pussy began to convulse with contractions that threatened to unman him. Lily Mae wrapped her legs around him, slamming her hips against his as she pulled him to her with her strong calves. Sweat dripped off of Jace onto her as he plunged into her over and
over.
“God, baby, you’re so fucking tight. So sweet. Ah, yeah. That’s it. You feel so good gripping my cock. That’s my girl. Give me that sweet pussy. You’re mine, baby, all mine.”
“All yours,” she said, raising her head to lap the sweat off his rock-hard chest. Her head was swirling with pleasure, her body alight with it.
“Fuck my ass!” The words coming out of her mouth now seemed those of someone else, some hedonist lost to her desire for the man she loved.
Jace didn’t have to be asked twice. He flipped her over, lifting her with one strong arm just long enough to jam several pillows underneath her pelvis. Lily Mae knew she must look completely wanton with her legs splayed, her pussy spread and wet, her bottom hole offered up like a taboo prize.
Jace’s cock was so coated with her juices that he didn’t need extra lube, not that Lily Mae minded. She liked the pain of his unaided entry, loved how completely submissive it made her feel to take his cock, even when it hurt a little as it did now. She grunted as the head of it stretched her resisting bottom hole, breaching the muscular defense to sink inside. Jace wedged his cock in by degrees, whispering in her ear what a filthy little thing she was, and how it turned him on, and how he planned to come in the house hot and sweaty from the fields and fuck her ass whenever he damn well felt like it. And Lily Mae felt herself starting to come again just from the delicious imagery, from the promise of being not just his wife but a possession to fuck whenever he felt like it.
“Ah, Lily Mae!” He cried out her name, and she felt his cock surge and surge in her with the warmth of his seed. She felt her hands twist into the bedclothes, felt his teeth sink into her shoulder, heard herself scream in pleasure along with him.
She worried for a small moment that their guests in the barn may hear it as well, then decided she didn’t care.
