Authors: Golden Angel

Tags: #whipping, #domestic discipline, #figging, #anal play, #spankings, #birching

Claiming His Wife (43 page)

As she stripped, he grabbed a horse
blanket - a clean one - and tossed it over the hay, which had been
stacked in the corner of the stable. The horse blanket would
keep her from harming her tender skin, but it wouldn't be too
comfortable either. Which was part of the punishment, of
course. He wasn't going to let her take this too
far.

To his surprise, she didn't even wait
for his command. His gloriously nude wife swanned past him,
without even the hint of a blush and bent over the hay bales,
positioning herself in the center of the blanket. The creamy
cheeks of her bottom beckoned to him, and between her legs he could
see her glistening, pouting pink lips, framed by her damp curls.
Edwin bit back a groan as his cock throbbed.

He hoped she truly was recovered,
otherwise this was liable to kill him.

Tossing her blonde curls, Eleanor
peeked over her shoulder at him, her seductive gaze tinged with an
anxiousness that tempted him more than any mere seduction could.
His palm itched.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
SMACK!

It wasn't the hardest spanking Eleanor
had ever received, nor was it the most erotic. The blows were
caught somewhere between punishment and pleasure, as if Edwin
couldn't quite decide what he wanted to do with her. She
wriggled and moaned, occasionally crying out when he caught a
particularly sensitive spot. The slow burn was building with
every sharp smack, making her wag her bottom up and
down.

The horse blanket rubbed against her
breasts, which were so much more sensitive since she'd given birth.
Eleanor had decided she wanted to use her own milk for her
son, despite social conventions, and Edwin and his parents had
supported her, even though her mother had tried to talk her out of
it. Right now, even though Marcus had fed recently and she
had no more milk at the moment, her breasts felt tightly swollen
and heavy as they rubbed against the blanket. Her sensitive
nipples were like cherries about to burst, abraded by the rough
material in the most delicious way.

When her bottom was a nice, hot pink,
Edwin stopped and slid his fingers down between her legs. Her
pussy was dripping wet, and Eleanor moaned as he pressed a finger
inside of her, stretching her tight sheathe. He muttered a
curse under his breath, his knees nearly buckling, as he felt her
muscles clenching down around him. She was incredibly tight,
probably because he hadn't done more than use his mouth on her in
months. And that only before she'd given birth, and very
rarely.

Eleanor whimpered, lifting her hips
and her hot bottom, her body silently begging for more. As he
undid the front of his pants with one hand, he slid a second finger
inside of her, helping to stretch her inner muscles.

It felt phenomenal. She didn't
care that they were in the stables, or that she'd just been
spanked... she didn't even care if anyone overheard them.
Edwin was finally touching her again, finally inside of her
again, and feminine intuition told her that she was going to get
everything she wanted. The hot, sensitive skin of her bottom
protested as he turned her over, pressing her down on the bale of
hay.

"I want to see your face," he
murmured, pulling her legs up and pressing them against his
shoulders.

His eyes flickered over her face,
searching her expression for any sign of discomfort as he pressed
his cock against her pussy and began to push in. Eleanor
gasped, her back arching, as she bit her lip against a cry.
It hurt, but she didn't want him to stop.

Seeing the discomfort on her face
increasing, Edwin immediately stopped.

"Don't you dare!" Eleanor
shrieked as he started to pull out. She reached up, grabbing him by
his coat and holding him in place. "If you stop, I will take
a crop to
your
backside! There’s plenty of them in here! I'm fine... just...
go slowly."

"If this becomes too much,
you
will
tell me," he said, fiercely determined to get her
agreement before he started again even as he wanted to laugh at her
threat. His Nell would never be the type to lie back and let him
have full control, and he would never want her to be. She
nodded her head, looking relieved. He had to trust her to
tell him if she was in too much pain, although he was watching her
closely as well.

It wasn't entirely comfortable, her
muscles had been sorely abused by childbirth a few months before,
but she could adjust. She could take it.

Edwin rocked his hips, moving
incrementally deeper, just a tiny bit at a time. It was slow
and torturous for both of them, but he held onto his control with
the skin of his teeth. As much as his body wanted to plunge
into her, to bury himself in her slick warmth, he kept a careful
watch on her face to ensure that he wasn't going too quickly or too
roughly for her.

By the time he'd worked his entire
cock into her body, both of them were thinly sheened with sweat and
he felt like he'd just run for miles. He closed his eyes,
savoring the feel of her around him, of the intimate joining that
they'd been missing for so long. The tight muscles rippled,
massaging his cock, and she moaned again.

"Edwin... please...
more
..."

He started to move.
Gently at first, and as he heard her gasps of slight pain
turn to moans of pleasure, he thrust harder, faster. Despite
the discomfort, Eleanor was so wound up, so needy, that it didn't
take very long for her husband's steady thrusting to send her over
the edge into screaming orgasm. She filled the stables with
her cries of passion, with his name, as the pent-up dam broke and
pummeled her body with waves of rapture. For just a moment, he felt
regret that he’d held back for so long. As much as he’d wanted to
make love to her, his need to see that she was fully recovered had
been far greater. Perhaps he had taken it too far, and next time he
would trust her more fully. Having her beneath him, writhing and
crying out with ecstasy, he didn’t know how he’d managed to wait
for so long.

Overcome by her climax, Edwin felt his
cock throb and he shuddered as he pumped her full of his seed,
unable to hold back any longer. He collapsed over her,
leaving her legs hanging down, his hands caressing any part of her
that he could reach.

"I love you..." he murmured, nuzzling
against her naked breast. Replete and satisfied for the first
time in months. He didn't see Eleanor's slow, sleepy smile as
he repeated himself. "I love you."

******

If any of the parents noticed the
squirming, blushing discomfort of the four young women at the table
during dinner that night, not one of them said anything. The
men noticed, of course, and exchanged knowing looks. Irene
blushed whenever any of her friends looked at her, despite Grace's
sympathetic look and Cynthia's unapologetic wink. Eleanor was
too lost in her own haze of happiness to really squirm too much,
besides Edwin had gone rather lightly on her.

Happily sitting back in
his seat, Edwin could only reflect on how unexpectedly this past
year had gone. He’d married the woman of his dreams. In
addition, he had a son already as well. Even better, not only was
he blissfully happy, but his friends had all found the right women
for themselves as well. He’d found a new friend in Alex, and the
man’s reconciliation with Grace made Eleanor even happier. If
someone had told him that this past year would bring so many
changes to his life, he would have never believed them; but he
wouldn't take a single thing back about this year. Not even the
frustrations that Eleanor had put him through at first.

He didn't think anyone else at the
table would either. Surrounded by friends and family, sore
bottoms or not, their warmth, love and laughter carried them into
the night. Just like it would for the rest of their
lives.

About the Author

About me? Right… I’m a writer, I
should be able to do that, right?

I’m a happily married young woman, no
kids so far, and I like tater tots, small fuzzy animals, naming my
plants, hiking, reading, writing, sexy time, naked time, shirtless
o’clock, anything sparkly or shiny, and weirding people out with my
OCD food habits.

I believe in Happy Endings. And
fairies. And Santa Claus. Because without a little magic, what’s
the point of living?

I write because I must. I live in
several different worlds at any given moment. And I wouldn’t have
it any other way.

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Titles by Golden
Angel

Domestic Discipline
Quartet

Birching His Bride

Dealing With Discipline

Punishing His Ward

Claiming His
Wife

Venus Rising
Quartet