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Even though he had a somewhat playful grin on his face, Aurora’s pussy clenched at his words. Because grin or no grin, she knew full well by now that he meant what he’d said.
God, she loved when he took charge.
“Now that we’ve moved past all those pesky injuries, we have two things to take care of. First your punishment. Then our wedding.”
Aurora took a deep breath. “My… punishment?”
“Yes, babygirl,” Dante said gently. “I think we both know that you running away and putting yourself in danger needs to be dealt with.”
Aurora wanted to argue, but instead all she could feel was a sense of relief. He knew she felt guilty, and as nervous as it made her to contemplate what he had in mind—she was all but certain his belt and her bare ass would both be involved—it would at least put all this in the past.
“Yes sir,” she said.
“Good girl. Now go finish your dinner, and then I’ll take you upstairs and give you what you need.”
“Strip yourself bare, young lady.”
The order was simple, but obeying it was much less so. Being instructed to strip was shameful enough, but the fact that she was undressing for a spanking made it truly humiliating.
The swish of Dante removing his leather belt from its loops concentrated Aurora’s mind, and she began slowly, reluctantly removing her clothing. Her shirt came first. Then, once it had been peeled hesitantly over her head and set aside on the bed, it was time for her pants. Her trembling fingers fumbled with the button, then the zipper, and then at last she was pulling them down.
The tight material pulled her panties partway down along with it, and though she knew it made no sense since those too would be coming down in a minute, Aurora rushed to pull them back up. She stood there for a moment in her bra and panties, hopeful that perhaps he would relent, but a single glance at the expression on his face told her that everything would definitely be coming off, and her only choice was whether to take off her underwear now, or with her ass already bright red from a preliminary reminder that her soon to be husband expected to be obeyed.
Deciding against risking even a single additional moment of hesitation, Aurora reached back to unclasp her bra, then let it fall from her shoulders, baring her breasts to his gaze. As she felt the cool air of the room waft over her now exposed chest, he met her gaze and then ran his eyes down over her already embarrassingly stiff nipples.
“Panties too, little girl,” he said simply.
She’d been planning to pull them down in a minute, of course, as soon as she managed to gather the courage. But being reminded that taking them off wasn’t up to her merely deepened her blush as she tentatively slid her fingers into the waistband.
When one final, plaintive look failed to bring any sign of mercy to his expression, she slid down her last remaining garment, slowly at first and then faster as she realized she was merely prolonging the ordeal. Releasing them when they had reached her knees, she let them tumble to her feet, then after stepping out of them bent over, picked them up and set them on the edge of the bed with the rest of the clothing she was no longer wearing.
He didn’t order her to bend over the bed right away as she’d assumed he would. Instead, he simply looked her naked body up and down. The visible bulge in his pants told Aurora that he was enjoying the view of his new bride’s naked form, and that made her pussy clench hard. For a long moment she allowed herself to hope that he might put aside his plans to punish her and instead lay claim to her right here and now, but those dreams were dashed with his next words.
“Up on the bed, Aurora. On your hands and knees, head down, bottom up.”
Aurora had assumed she would be bending over the bed for the belting, and that would have been humiliating enough, but the position he was describing was far more shameful. After a quick snap of his belt in his hand told her she was once again taking too long to obey his instructions, Aurora hopped up on the bed and placed herself in the position he’d ordered.
Or at least she thought she had.
His hand on her bare inner thigh told her that he wasn’t yet satisfied. With a gentle pressure, he guided her to spread her legs wide, then resting his hand on the small of her back, he encouraged her to arch further, sticking her now spread open bottom and pussy higher in the air and putting her on even more lewd display than she had been already. With her face resting on the pillow, Aurora looked back between her legs to see him standing there, clearly appreciating the involuntary show she was putting on for him.
The soon to be welted cheeks of her bottom featured prominently in that show, of course. But this position left her dripping pussy naturally parted so that even her tender inner lips were exposed. Her tight little pucker was fully on display for his viewing pleasure too. But while the position left nothing to the imagination for him, there were plenty of questions bouncing around in hers.
How many lashes of the belt would he give her? How much would they sting? And, she suddenly realized in a panic, would they land only on her bottom, or would she feel the bite of the leather between her cheeks and maybe even between her thighs as well?
Her pussy clenched at the same time her heart skipped a beat at the thought of the belt landing there.
“This is going to sting,” he said simply, before resting his left forearm across the small of her back in a way that made it clear that while he wasn’t pinning her to the bed yet, he certainly could if need be.
“You have a very, very important lesson to learn. Do you know what that is, my bride?”
“…don’t run away from you again?”
Aurora hated the way her voice sounded to her own ears. Pleading, defeated, but worse, implicitly accepting of the fact that a man in his position had every right to do exactly what he was about to do.
Deal with his naughty bride.
“That’s right, little girl. No more running away. From now on, you’ll be my obedient bride. I’m going to make sure of that tonight.”
