I expected him to either order me over his lap, or place me there.Instead, he parted his thighs and took me by the hips, pulling me to stand between them.I took a deep, steadying breath as I gazed down at him and placed my hands on his shoulders.
“Captain…”
“Yes?”
“I’ve been…I’ve been very naughty, you see…” My breath caught at the look he gave me.
“Yes.You have, my dear, sweet Rooster.And, as you know, my duty as your husband and as your disciplinarian, is to mete out an appropriate punishment.”
“Aye.I know,” I said, my fingers squeezing and relaxing on his shoulders, feeling their strength beneath the cloth of his shirt.
He gripped my hips with a firmness that thrilled me, keeping me in place between his thighs, as his blown pupils conveyed the intensity of his lust.
“But first…” he murmured, his right hand sliding down to slip beneath the hem of my shirt.
His wandering fingers spread over my arse, squeezing the plump flesh and sliding into my crack.
I gasped.“Fuck.”
He hummed, making no pretence of subterfuge, and stroked his finger over my hole, back and forth, then pressed until the tip slipped inside.
I groaned and closed my eyes, lightning sparking my nerves, the humiliation and submission of the indecent act a powerful tonic that made me flush and tremble.
“Do you love me?”he asked, gazing at me with half-lidded eyes.
I nodded, my breaths coming fast, his finger sinking deeper.
“Aye.Aye.”
My lips parted as he sank the digit all the way and touched that part of me that made my cock leak.
“Oh,” I sighed.
He stroked me in that secret place as I stood there, captive to his will, prepared to submit to anything he might want from me.
“This will make you hard and inflamed and prepare you for the hiding you’re about to receive.”
“Aye, Captain.”
So very practical.
“And will make holding off that much more of a challenge, don’t you think?”
“I do, yes.Thank you, Captain,” I said.
“What a good, good lad you are for me.”
“I only want to be good for you, Captain.Please, won’t you put me over your lap now?”I begged, fluttering my lashes and panting with the want of being arse up across his thighs.
He slithered his finger out of my arse, causing me to whimper at the pleasant sensation.He used the tails of my shirt to wipe it, and then he placed his hand flat against my belly, pushing me back so he could bring his knees together.
“Over we go, then,” he said, guiding me into place with a tug on my wrist and a shove at my back.
I landed on his lap, grunting as my shirt rucked up, and struggled for balance.He steadied me with an arm around my torso, whilst he used his other hand to push my shirt tails right up to my waist and expose me.My toes touched the wooden floorboards so I wasn’t completely adrift.
“Give me your right hand.”
I did so, wrapping my left hand around his ankle as a way to stay connected.We had gone too long without a spanking like this, and I hadn’t realized how I’d craved the indignity.
