Read Lady Meriwyn's Punishment for Free Online Page B

legs. He groaned louder when he realized her intention. Unfortunately, nature was calling. “Wait, love,” he grunted, rolling out of bed to use the chamber pot. When he turned back to her, he caught his breath. She was sitting up on the bed, still completely naked from her punishment the night before. Her cheeks had the flush of sleep and her hair cascaded over her shoulders in rich waves. Her ample breasts stared at him, irresistibly beckoning his hands and mouth.
    He pulled his leggings off and walked back to the bed. “Actually, little wife, I'm not through with your punishment,” he said, his voice husky with desire.
    Her eyes shot to his face and though her expression was wary, her nipples stood erect, showing she understood the nature of the chastisement he had in mind. He crawled up on the bed, his hands automatically reaching for her breasts, cupping and squeezing as he pushed her onto her back. He straddled her and gripped a nipple between the thumb and forefinger of each hand. “Now...let's review what we discussed last night,” he said, starting to squeeze the nipples. “Does a wife hide things from her husband?” he quizzed, maintaining the pressure on the hardened tips of her perfect breasts and starting to lift just a bit.
    “No, sir!” she gasped, arching toward him to relieve the pull.
    “Does she lie to her husband?”
    “No, never.” Her eyes watered a bit and he slowly released the nipples.
    “Good girl,” he said softly. He moved off her and rolled her onto her belly. The lower half of her bottom was well-marked from the strapping he'd given her, dark purple stripes giving evidence to the intensity of her chastisement. He stroked her bottom and she tightened her cheeks. He gave her the lightest of slaps. “None of that,” he warned. “For this chastisement, you must never tighten against me. You will take it like a good girl.”
    Meriwyn lay seemingly frozen, listening to his words. He pulled one of the blankets out from underneath them and bunched it up, lifting her hips and stuffing it under. She made a little squeaking sound. He gave her bottom another soft slap. “Lift this for me, Meriwyn.”
    She obeyed and he slid his fingers between her legs, not surprised to find she was already wet for him. His cock hardened even more. “Mmm,” he purred as he stroked her honeyed slit, feeling it grow even hotter and more moist under his touch. He slid two fingers inside her, using his other hand to pull back on her hips so the angle was ideal. He searched her welcoming passage for the tissue that hardened under the tips of his fingers and when he found it, was rewarded with eager sounds from his wife. He picked up his tempo, plunging against that sensitive area as he pressed his thumb against her back hole. She squealed in surprise and clenched her cheeks. He withdrew his hand to slap her sweet bottom-- two hard smacks that caused her to yelp and jump out of position. “What did I tell you?” he growled, pulling her hips all the way up so that she stood on her knees and elbows.
    She made a little moan of protest. He caressed the red splotchy mark he had just made with his slaps and heard a soft “mmm” sound.
    “That's right, little wife,” he encouraged. He slipped his fingers inside her again and she immediately let out a mewl of satisfaction. He loved how expressive her sounds were. It was easy to judge when he on the right track with her. He rested his thumb over her back hole to ready her before he pushed in again. She whimpered when he did, but did not tighten. “Good girl,” he murmured. He pressed a little farther and her sex grew more slick and swollen. He worked both holes, penetrating first one, then the other alternately. Her cries grew needy, but he stopped and withdrew his fingers before she climaxed. “Not yet, love. Not yet.”
    He moved to mount her, parting her cheeks and dribbling a little saliva on the little flower he would soon be stretching wide. She tensed at