“Please remove your dress, my love, and prepare for your punishment. If you take your punishment well, it will go swiftly, and then we can move on together,” he told her as gently as he could, although her eyes averted with shame.
He let her hand go and turned toward the covered wagon which kept the treasures he had collected during the last few years of service, leaving her to undress by herself. He looked through his trunk, looking for the leather strop he used to sharpen his shaving blade. He had no doubt that she would probably disobey him again in the future and perhaps require even sterner chastisement, but for now he wanted to make sure he had an implement that he remembered from boyhood as having a sting to it without the bruising of wood or firmer leather.
He tried it on his thigh a few times and, satisfied by the feeling and even the sound itself, he jumped back down from the wagon.
Susanna was holding her skirts in front of her naked body, looking at him with wide-eyed innocence as she shivered in the cold air. He wasn’t sure if she clung to her skirts for warmth or because she was embarrassed.
Lord above, he still thought she looked like a goddess. He walked up to her and held his hand out before carefully grabbing the bundle of cloth in his hands. He put it on a nearby stump, not paying attention to the clothes that were taken off but rather what those clothes had covered.
She was pressing her thighs together now, nervous, unsure, and probably chilled by the cold air, and had her arms wrapped around her bare breasts, keeping them from his gaze. He made sure that he wore a serious expressionand that he didn’t look as lecherous as he wanted to.
He grabbed her hand and then led her over to the wagon where he sat down on the edge and pulled her body between his parted legs. He reached up, and after he looped a lock of her hair around his finger, he grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her head toward his so that he could kiss her mouth.
She kissed him back, and her kiss felt forgiving. He hoped his did as well. After this, a new chapter of their lives would begin.
He ended the kiss and then guided her body over his knees. He smoothed his hand across her thighs and bottom, drinking in his fill of the beautiful sight. He had been in the company of many females before Susanna, but at the moment he couldn’t remember what any of them looked like. He was more certain than he’d ever been about anything that she had the finest ass in Christendom.
“What is my beautiful sweeting going to do from now on when I tell her to do something?” he asked her, squeezing one of her still-pale globes.
After a moment of silence during which she hummed and searched for an answer, he prompted, “Are you going to obey me?”
“Yes,” she murmured submissively.
“Do you know why?” he asked her.
She shook her head.
“Because I would never order you to do something without it being important to your safety, my love. Never. You are my best treasure; I wouldn’t break you. I like you stubborn and wild as you are.” He found himself grinning for a moment, but then he remembered that the reason they were in this position was because she had been almost eaten by wolves. Recalling that was beyond sobering.
“But when I tell you to do something,” he began to lecture, bringing the leather up above her bottom and then bringing it down with a loud, deafening crack. Her whole body flinched. “Then you—” he struck again, “will,” and again and again, “obey me!”
She kicked her legs out, but she hadn’t wailed. It sounded from her grunting like she was trying to grit her teeth to keep from crying. Unfortunately, her crying was the entire point. He began to slap the leather down across her tender flanks in earnest, not leaving an inch of flesh untouched from the middle of her milky thighs to the top of the cleft of her ass. She began to try to fight him and the pain, but he easily subdued her, clamping her knees behind one of his own and then hoisting her bottom up even higher.
He didn’t have much space to swing the strap in this position, but he wanted to be able to aim without worry of hurting the exposed, puffy lips of her sex, and he wanted the intimacy of having her close to his body through this. In any case, her backside was quickly turning a delicious shade of red.
Finally, she yelped in pain and once she did, she began to cry out loudly and often, trying to kick even more violently than before. As she tried desperately to squirm off of his lap, she sobbed dryly, “Please stop. I’m sorry, I am! Please. Please!” Her shout of ‘please’ became a refrain.
“I want you to stay safe!” he gritted out, slapping the strop down hard on her bare cheeks over and over, hard and fast.
It wasn’t a minute later that he heard her dry sobs turn to full tears. Her struggling began to change from desperate and clawing to more submissive. She was still squirming, and was certainly miserable, but she was also much more subdued than she had been before. He let his hand rest across her naked bottom, which was hot to the touch, and then gave her a few more smacks. “Are you going to behave for me?”
“Yes,” she cried miserably.
“Why?” he demanded.
“B-because,” she sobbed, “b-because I love you.”
He stopped spanking then and immediately pulled her up to him. Although she was still crying, he put his hands on the bottom of her face, tilting her gaze up until her blue eyes met his. “You love me?” he asked, breathily. He had wanted to hear that, had dreamed of saying it to her. They hadn’t known each other long, though, and he’d thought that the fervor of his affections for her had to have been one-sided. His heart felt light suddenly and he was filled with relief.
She nodded and blinked, letting a stream of tears release. Whimpering and looking almost ashamed, she explained, “Nobody had ever looked at me the way you did that first night… I thought… my heart broke when I thought you hated me.” Her bottom lip quivered, and he pulled her up into his arms until she was straddling him.
“It was the hardest thing I’ve ever done,” he told her, then kissed her wet cheeks one by one before he kissed her mouth.
Her mouth was hot heaven to him. He pulled her up and carried her clumsily over to the pallet he had stretched in the middle of the boxes of cloth and jewels and laid her out like a sacrifice. He kissed her mouth, then chin, then neck, slowly lapping at her warm skin until his lips met with her puffy pink nipple, which he sucked into his mouth.
She gasped and curled upwards, stretching her arms out and threading her fingers through his hair. He teased her nipples with his teeth, groaning as her body writhed under him, feeling strengthened by her pleasure alone. “I need you inside me,” she whined, spreading her legs apart for him wantonly and moving her hand down to part his trews.
“I could never deny you anything,” he told her, reaching down to help her free his member from its linen confines and then pressing it firmly up against her entrance. “Do you want this deep inside of you?” he murmured hotly.
