Big Book of Spanking I

Chapter 7

His orgasm quickly followed with hard penetrating thrusts, and a guttural cry that must have gone far beyond the room. Locked together in a glorious wave, they churned on each other until the sensations died away and they were left with their sweating bodies collapsed and spent. Such lusty madness, such bliss!

Finished, they lay back together in bed, the moonlight streaming across the rumpled sheets. His hand played with her hair, while hers stroked his mellow manliness beneath the sheets.

“You know, I punish you for pleasure, Amelia,” he said.

“I know, and that pleases me,” she replied, wondering what was in his thoughts.

But he was silent for a moment, as if he were trying to decide exactly what to say.

“You realize, Amelia, I’d punish you for discipline if that was needed.”

“Oh!” What did he mean? He kissed her on the cheek.

“I expect trust. I demand it,” he explained. “I expect honesty, that I can take you at your word.”

“I see no reason not to,” she answered, she’d never thought of being anything but straight with him.

“That’s good, but if you should find yourself holding back, and I find out?” He’d turned to look at her sternly. “You’ll pay a price.”

A strange sensation rose in her, one she’d never had before. It was a new demand on her that he wouldn’t let her compromise their relationship with lies. That felt good, though she wondered why he mentioned it now.

“I suppose if I lied to you, I’d deserve it,” she offered, “though I can’t imagine why I ever would.”

“I can’t either,” he added. “Let’s just hope it never happens.”

“But if it did?” she asked, curiously.

“You’d surely regret it.”

“Regret a spanking? Honestly, Michael, I haven’t regretted one yet.”

“I know,” he nearly snickered, she could see the little twitch in his expression. “But you deceive me,” he warned her with a solemn look, “and you’ll regret it, that’s a promise.”

They lay together for only a few minutes longer when Michael pulled away. And much to her dismay, he rose from the bed and began to dress.

“Where are you going?” she asked, she wanted nothing more than to fall asleep in his arms.

“Home,” he answered.

“I’d hoped you’d stay tonight,” she replied.

“I’m old fashioned,” he reminded her. Indeed he was, he had yet to spend the night with her. The old fashioned practice of leaving before dawn made certain there remained just a space of mystery and doubt between them, that would only be bridged with greater commitment.

He pecked her gently on the forehead as he left.

Watching him go each night after such fulfilling s*x left her empty. She wondered what it would take to make things more permanent between them. She may be getting further under his skin, but for her needs, she was not yet far enough.