And yet, she still couldn’t give him what he desired. She understood why he had not taken her, even when she’d offered, but she didn’t think she could do it the way he wanted. She would never beg for it, would never actuallywantto have sex. The only thing she wanted was to please him. Maybe that would be enough…
* * *
Barrett returned to his chamber before suppertime. Daisy had not appeared that afternoon and they had both missed the noontime dinner, so she must be hungry. He found her lying on her stomach on the bed.
His heart lurched. Had he spanked her too hard? He knew he had not, and yet it had been difficult to mete out a real, serious punishment. He felt even more protective than usual for her now. “The door was not locked, Daisy. Did you think I had confined you as punishment?” he asked.
She pushed to sit up. “No, sir. I suppose I am hiding,” she said.
His heart stopped. “From me?” he asked in a choked voice.
“No,” she said, climbing off the bed and walking to him. “Not from you,” she said softly, placing her hands on his chest.
He covered them with his own. “Nobody overheard your whipping, if that’s what you fear.”
She pressed her face against his chest. “You whipped me hard,” she said. It sounded more like an observation than a complaint.
He lifted her chin and smiled down at her. “I had to be sure my naughty wife learned her lesson.” He grew sober again, remembering how frightened he’d been. “Did you?”
She nodded and rubbed her backside. “Yes, sir.”
He reached behind her and squeezed her sore little bottom. “On nights when I’ve had to punish you soundly, you will give me your bottom hole toshow me you’re sorry.” He had not planned any such punishment, but his cock hardened when he invented it in the moment.
She looked up at him searchingly. Of course she did not know what he meant.
Earlier he had not wanted her to offer sex as penance, and now here he was demanding she give him her most private entrance for his plunder. He shifted his aching cock in his leggings. “It’s suppertime now. At bedtime I will show you what happens to naughty wives.”
She bowed her head submissively, which only made his cock surge more insistently against his leggings. That he’d won her trust and respect meant the world to him.
He held out his arm. “Come, let us eat. You may sit on my lap if the bench is too hard for you.”
She took his arm and they went downstairs where she sat meekly on his lap, teasing his cock with the feel of her soft, round arse.
He made her fetch the butterfat after supper and asked her to bring it to him in their chamber.
She arrived, blushing, but not appearing overly frightened.
“Take off your clothes,” he instructed.
For the second time that day, she undressed under his watchful eye. He would never grow tired of seeing her in her full beauty. Her peach-tipped breasts bounced when she released them from the confines of her bodice, her hips swayed as she shifted to step out of her dress. She clasped her hands in front of her sex, as if to hide it from his view.
He sat in a chair near the dressing table, where the butterfat lay. “Come lie over my lap,” he said.
She obeyed, taking his hand and allowing him to guide her into place.
“Reach back and hold your cheeks apart for me, Daisy.”
She shot him a worried look over her shoulder, but complied.
He scooped a dollop of the butterfat with his fingers and rubbed it over her darkened hole, watching the way it puckered and released each time he touched it. “You see, when you’re naughty, Daisy, I will make your bottom sore all over. Not just your pretty cheeks,” he said, pinching her swollen flesh between his fingers and thumb and giving it a gentle shake. “Your bottom hole may be punished also. Or it may be pleasured. But this is for me to decide.”
She made a small mewling sound as he rested his thumb against her anus and tapped it.
“Which would you prefer tonight? Shall I punish your bottom hole?”
He’d pressed until the reflexive contraction of her opening released and he slid in.
She stiffened, her legs straightening out behind her, her back arching.
