Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 78100 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78100 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
She liked that game. She enjoyed the thought of feeling this punishment later when the whole ton surrounded them, and they shared this secret between them. She wanted that, but…oh, right now she was in a lot of pain.
“Do you wish to be able to sit down tomorrow?” he asked her, stroking her bottom. “Like all the other ladies, with their unspanked bottoms?”
“No,” she said through tears. “No, sir.”
“Then we’ll continue,” he said in a gentle tone. “I’ll know when to stop. I know just how much you need. Do you trust me, darling?”
“Yes.” She turned her face into his palm as he wiped her tears. “Yes, sir. I trust you. I want to take the last five. For the ball tomorrow.”
Who wanted to sit at a ball anyway? Or tonight, or tomorrow? Who wanted to sit ever again? Still, she cried out as the next stroke fell, and the next, and the last three as the ginger burned in her secret, naughty hole. She hurt. Her entire hindquarters felt swollen and burning and nearly on fire, but at the same time, she felt mad with some deeper feeling tied up in submission and discipline, in loving and dreading her husband, loving and dreading the wild way she felt.
“There now,” he said, calming her when the last blow was over, and the strap stowed away. “You did so well, didn’t you, darling? How well-spanked you will be at the ball tomorrow. You’ll like that feeling, won’t you?”
“Yes, sir,” she answered, not needing to think about it. Yes, she wanted that.
“I’m not going to release you yet,” he said. “And I’m not going to take out the ginger either, so you can suffer a little longer. I want to show you something.” He caressed the buckled cuffs at her wrists, then checked the tightness of the ankle cuffs. “You know that we join our bodies every night and make love together in my bed or yours. We can do that here too, with you like this.”
He began to undress, taking off his dinner coat and waistcoat, his trousers, still open at the front, and then his cravat and shirt. His broad chest and muscled torso never failed to arouse her. She thought he looked even finer than the statues of Greek gods. He undressed until he was as naked as she was, only he was free to walk about while she was bound over the bench, bound to his will. He walked behind her and ran his hand up her spine.
“Are you going to make love in my bottom?” she asked.
“No. The ginger is going to stay in your bottom while I make love to you the conventional way. You will like it more than you think.”
“Truly?” she asked, her voice wavering. She was not sure the irritation of the ginger would be conducive to lovemaking, but then he started to push inside her and she drew in a shocked breath. She was wet and ready for him, more than she’d imagined she could be after enduring such a strapping, and the deeper he pressed, the fuller and wilder she felt.
“Oh, I don’t—I can’t—That feels so intense!” She reached her climax nearly at once, so quickly that she felt embarrassed.
He stroked her hair, then tugged upon it, wrapping it in his fist as he drove into her from behind. “Don’t pull at the cuffs,” he said. She hadn’t even realized she was doing it, she was so far gone in the sensations of the moment. “I’m here with you, darling. Come for me again.”
Come again, when she was so wrung out from the first time? But she could. She might. The ginger burned, but now she liked it. Somehow, she enjoyed being bound and helpless and tormented. “Oh,” she said in wonder, as her arousal began to climb. “Oh…oh my. It’s so very…”
“Yes, my darling wanton,” he said when she couldn’t finish. “It’s very, indeed. Let go. Enjoy what you will.”
It was as if he understood the conflict within her, that she ought to be good and proper, but that she also loved to be made love to like this, with reckless perversion.
“I love you,” she said. “I love you. Marlow, I love you.”
“I love you too. I adore you. It’s all right.”
Twice more he drove her to pulsing satisfaction, to squeezing, climactic pleasure that made the ginger burn hot in her bottom, not that she minded now. When he finished, reaching his own completion, he pounded in her so hard and fast she was obliged to cling to the bench. He stayed inside her, his member pulsing for long moments. She drifted upon warm waves of fullness and contentment as he kissed the back of her neck.
“How beautiful you are,” he whispered, making her shiver. “I wish I could leave you bound here forever, so I might stroke and tease you at my leisure, and ogle you whenever I liked.”