Sold as a Mail Order Bride

Alex Chapter 13

Baby girl, you look so stunning bent over waiting for your spanking like that. I slowly walk over to her and begin to tie each wrist to the canopy above the bed and each ankle to the footboard, so that she cannot move during her punishment. This will be her hardest one yet but she needs to learn how serious I am about her health and safety. I let her know that because this will be hard on her, she does not have to count I will keep track of the numbers for her.

I brought my hand down across her ass cheeks in rapid succession, my oversized palm fitting perfectly against her rounded ass. While the pain was minimal, she knew there was more to come. I was only beginning this round of warm-up.

I  gave her several more, the sensations driving another round of electricity into her muscles. The force tossed her against the bed, the bar digging into my thighs and tummy. Katrina had to bite back a series of screams when I swirled the tip of two fingers around her clit, flicking back and forth. I took my time enticing her sensitive tissue, stroking and twisting until she moaned. As I kicked her legs open further, I slid my fingers deep inside her p***y, pumping several times. 

You’re so wet. Just imagine when I take you again, filling you. f*****g you. I say. When I abruptly stopped, smacking my hand against her ass several additional times, she fisted her hands and struggled in the bindings. The ropes bit into her wrists, tightening, even more, every time she yanked. I brought my hand down between her legs, slapping her p*ssy then plunging my fingers in several times.

Katrina gasped for air as I flexed my long fingers open, driving in brutal strokes, her p*ssy muscles struggling to accept the invasion. The symphony of pain and pleasure pushed her to the very edge of rationality, but when I drifted away, she sensed there was much more coming.

More intense. More painful. More controlling. In my hand was a switch, the long, thin reed perfectly smooth. I am going to punish her with it. There were no additional comments, no admonishment for her mistakes. There was merely anguish as I moved behind her, slicing the switch across her ass.

Pain exploded into her system, killing her ability to yelp or even make a single sound. But she heard the terrible sound as the reed parted the air as well as the snap of my wrist as I issued strike after strike. Heat rushed up from her toes, red-hot and sticky as it filtered into her entire system.

Katrina's body bucked with every hard smack; her breathing impeded as the anguish continued like a cold blast. When my face was suddenly inches from hers, my breath skipping along her skin, only then was I able to whimper. When you break the rules, you will be disciplined.

I brought the switch down, again and again, striking her upper thighs, her body lurching from the severity of the punishment. After each twenty-five strikes, I would rub her to make sure there was no skin breakage or bruising. When I had landed the last stroke, I cupped her ass, I used a single finger, sliding the tip down the crack of her ass.

I heard her moan, the raspy sound one of pleasure not fear.  Even as she struggled with her bindings, a fierce hunger pulsated through every cell and muscle. She closed her eyes as I shifted my hand between her legs, flicking it back and forth across her already swollen clit.

Oh... Yes. Yes... Moans Katrina.

Baby girl, you are... Forever mine. I stated.

She was so wet, her juices staining her thighs, barely able to take a scattered breath as I continued fondling her.

Finger f*****g her. Stripping her of her inhibitions. Every action I took ripped her shell, tearing apart what was left of her sanity. As I drove my fingers deep inside, Katrina threw back her head and moaned.

As I added a third then a fourth finger, pulsating with rapid motions, she panted in time to the savage rhythm. I found the perfect spot, sliding my fingers against her vaginal wall and I could not take it any longer. She was mine for the taking. Claiming. f*****g. 

She clenched her fists as she felt the tip of my c*ck pressed to her p*ssy, moaning as the wind continued to blow. Oh, God. Oh, God.

As I shoved my c*ck inside, slipping past her aching muscles, I sucked in my breath, the white-hot heat searing. I threw my head back in satisfaction, roaring into the world around us as I dug my nails into her skin. My roar became a battle cry as I slipped out, then thrust harder, the force slamming her against the bed. Her muscles yielding, accepting my wide girth as the tip of my c*ck sliced into her womb.

With every brutal thrust, she became even more lost in a dream state, merely a woman being changed forever. And she became insatiable, meeting every hard plunge with one of her own, as the savage drives continued. I kicked her legs open wide, sliding my hands along her stomach until I was able to cup and squeeze her breasts. The scent of her intensified, more animal in nature, intoxicating in every manner. 

 When I untied her from the bed, pushing her back into an arc, she was stuck in a paralyzing moment as I lowered my head, whispering into her ear, “Now, I f**k you in the ass.” Everything shifted into slow motion as I dragged the tip of my c*ck along the cleft of her ass, pushing ever so deliberately into her dark hole. She opened her mouth in a silent scream as I pushed my shaft in an inch at a time. 

The pain was instantaneous, blinding in a way that dragged away every rational thought, shoving her mind into yet another place. But as with the anguish from before, when I was finally seated inside, my c*ck throbbing, the agony morphed into utter bliss. Katrina could feel my body shaking behind her as I held my c*ck inside, pinching and twisting her n*****s for several seconds before taking her to another level of pleasure. As I began to drive in and out, taking my time as I tormented her hardened buds, she dropped her head, barely able to comprehend the moment. She wants this. She needs me. She craves my prowess and my savagery. 

I f****d her long and hard, driving her up onto her toes as my thick c*ck filled her, stretching her aching muscles. And I continued. Harder. Faster. I knew I was ready to explode, to fill her with my c*m. There was nothing I wanted more. As she clamped down her muscles, she was rewarded with my scattered roar. And the warmth of my c*m. 

When I was finished shaking, I wrapped my hands around her waists, the heat of her body exhilarating. At that moment I spoke, you took your punishment very well, baby girl, I am proud of you, and you are forgiven. Stay here until I come back and clean you up then we will go have some of that delicious stew you cooked before we head back to the ranch.