She continued, growing slightly dizzy, her breath staying high in her chest, coming in quick little gasps. She rubbed harder and faster until her muscles seized. She squeezed the saddle tight with her inner thighs as her bottom tightened and the muscles in her core contracted over and over again. When it passed, she slumped in the saddle, her muscles relaxed and warm.
When they arrived back at the stable, Sir Barrett helped her down. “You are in big, big trouble,” he growled.
She drew in her breath in dismay, her bottom clenching convulsively.
He didn’t say a word as he led her up to his room, swishing the crop ominously through the air. He shut the door and tapped the bed with the crop. “Bend over.”
She stole a glance at his face, but could not read whether he was truly angry or not. She bent over, leaving her skirts down, since he hadn’t instructed her to lift them.
He tossed them up her back. “Four strokes for being a very naughty wife,” he said, tapping her bottom with the crop. “Did you think I would not notice what you were doing in that saddle?”
“I’m sorry, sir,” she said meekly.
“You broke the rules. You may not refuse me and then pleasure yourself. Only I will decide if and when you receive pleasure. That is twice you have defied me.”
“Yes, sir.”
He brought the crop down across her low buttocks.
The tenderness from the whipping the previous morning came back tenfold. She groaned. Another line of fire landed across her bottom. She broke into a sweat. He whipped her again and she yelped, lifting her torso as if to escape. He pushed her back down and applied the last stroke. She squealed and reached back, covering her bottom with her hands and hiding her face in the covers.
* **
Daisy looked adorable when she’d been spanked. Truly, she took correction so sweetly it made him want to claim her, devour her, show her she was his entire world. She lay bent over the bed, clutching her welted buttocks like a sorry little girl, her sex glistening between her legs. He leaned over her, covering her torso, lacing his fingers over the tops of hers.
“This is another position we might try,” he murmured, praying she hadn’t been forced from behind. She didn’t struggle, so he went on. “I could take you right now, little girl.” He pressed his thickened cock against her plump folds. “I see you’re ready for me.”
She tightened her fingers around his, breathing hard.
“I think you want it, Daisy. I know you want it, but you’re scared. After I’ve possessed you in every way and every position, I will banish all other memories you have of men.”
She turned her head and he saw unshed tears glistening in her eyes.
He froze. “What are those tears for?” he asked.
“I want to believe you, Bear.”
Hope skipped across his chest.
“Believe it, little one. I will make you forget. You will only know me, my body, my love, my touch. I promise you that.”
She closed her eyes, looking troubled. “That would be so sweet.”
Saddened by her pain, he lifted her off the bed and stood, holding her against his body. After a while, he said, “I need to check on the progress of the wall. Do you wish to come with me?”
She still looked small and withdrawn. “What is my alternative?”
He smiled, toying with her braid. “I won’t lock you in my chamber. You are free to sit with the other ladies, if you like. In fact, you probably should, I think they are anxious to know you.”
She nodded. “I agree. Thank you, Bear.”
He kissed her forehead. “Be good, little one.”
“I will.”
He left her, his heart heavy for the burden his little wife carried, the trauma he hadn’t yet found a way to take from her.
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