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ar took flight. She feared that, even worse than the physical pain from the spanking, was the very real possibility that the honey that now pooled in her most feminine place would begin to leak and drip down onto his leg. Her mortification from her arousal was far worse than the pain he was inflicting on her backside.
His hand landed targeted swats to her behind before working its way down to the juncture of her bottom and her legs. Gavan delivered several well-aimed smacks to that sensitive spot, which produced a howl in response before he continued down and punished the backs of her thighs as well.
“You bastard!” she wailed.
“Nay, lass, that’s not the way to convince yer husband he’s gotten through to ye and ye mean to behave.”
All she wanted was for him to stop. She needed him to stop. It hurt. And, if he didn’t stop soon, he might notice the effect his spanking was having on her. She was not unaware of the parts of a man’s body and how they reacted when they wanted a woman. She could feel his erection building beneath her. It felt far larger than any she had caught a glimpse of over the years. It seemed to pound in the same rhythm as the hand that was blistering her arse.
Elizabeth thought a man’s member was a fearsome thing when aroused, large and hard and jutting out from his body, the veining in stark relief to the stretched and taught skin. But she also found them fascinating. Sometimes at night, when she could hear her men fucking, she wondered what it might be like to touch one, what it would be like to be mounted and have it thrust in and out. What was it like to be possessed by a man and have him stroke her private sheath with his engorged staff? Did her longing mean she was the whore the sheriff had sought to make her? Had he, somehow, sensed the wantonness of her thoughts? And what of the man who was inflicting blow after blow on her delicate backside; could he sense the desire that raged within her?
Gavan’s spanking hurt, but there was something that felt right about being face down over his knee, his hand smacking her ass at the same tempo as his cock throbbed beneath her. Elizabeth was so confused; how could it hurt so much and still have the power to arouse and entice her? His powerful arm kept her pinned in place as his hand descended over and over, landing repeated blows to her backside.
She wriggled on his lap, not certain if it was to get away, or to get him to do something she didn’t completely understand. She wailed in pain and outrage, but Gavan continued to deliver the spanking he seemed determined to inflict.
“I hate you. I’m going to kill you, asshole; fuck you!”
“Ye’ll do no such thing, lass, at least, not the killing part. The fucking part ye’ll be doing a lot of. Yer going to have to learn to behave.”
He punctuated each word with a hard swat to her behind, which she was quite sure was red and swollen.
“I’m not going to be your wife, you motherfucker.”
“Nay, lass, ye’ll be whatever I tell ye that ye are, and I say ye will be my wife and will learn to mind.”
Her ass was absolutely on fire; it hurt, and Gavan seemed in no hurry to stop. Repeatedly, he struck her bottom. She lost control and began to wail in desperation. She twisted and turned but could not get away from him. He held her in place sprawled over his lap and calmly lectured her on her language while he continued to wallop her behind. Once the tears had started, they quickly devolved into great heaving sobs.
“Please, stop. Stop! Please! I’ll do what you want. Just don’t hit me anymore.”
Gavan’s hand came down lightly and rested on her sore buttocks before he began rubbing soothing circles over her heated flesh. Part of her wanted nothing more than to get away from him, but a growing part wanted to embrace the comfort he was offering. His hand continued to caress her.
She moaned and swore she heard him softly chuckle. One of his hands rubbed the small of her back and stroked her spine. He used the other, the one that had so easily brought her to tears, to trail down from her punished globes to between her legs.
“Spread yer legs for me, lass,” he crooned.
“No,” she whispered, never wanting, or fearing, anything more in her life.
He swatted her backside. “You didna tell me no, Lizzie. Now, do as yer told, and let me offer ye a little comfort and pleasure.”
Gavan nudged her upper thighs, and she parted them. He slipped his hand between her legs and explored the warmth he found there. Elizabeth mewled in quiet protest, but his answering growl silenced and soothed her almost immediately.
“Good girl. Ye best get used to the feeling of yer man’s hands on yer body. Yer a beautiful woman, Lizzie. Ye will be well and truly loved.”
He reached further between her legs and found her swollen nub. His fingers surrounded it, tugging gently.
Elizabeth gasped as a jolt of pure awakening shot through her system. She had pleasured herself in the past, but it had never felt like this. She could feel her channel pulsing with a life force she had never felt. The more he focused his attention on that bit of bundled nerves, the more erratic and labored her breathing became.
Elizabeth felt a wave of warmth rise up from the nerve center he was manipulating. It rose from the actual spot Gavan fondled, to her belly and on up to her swollen nipples. The tremors of pleasure intensified as she neared the edge of completion that had always frightened her. She tried to pull back from the brink of the unknown… the unknown that had always frightened her and yet had beckoned her. Gavan intensified the stimulation he was providing. Elizabeth realized she would be unable to stop herself from tumbling over the edge into that abyss of feeling and desire. Clasping his leg, Elizabeth let go of the last remnants of her control and screamed in hedonistic, and unfamiliar, abandon.
As she slipped over the edge, a groundswell of pure pleasure washed over her. She surrendered to the sensation and felt as though her spirit had separated from her body and was set free. The surge that enveloped her was powerful and resulted in an enormous feeling of bliss that caused her to almost black out.
“There, now, isn’t that better?” he asked, gently stroking her from the little nub to the entrance to her core. “The sheriff and his wife are going to witness our vows and the judge will perform the ceremony. Do ye think ye can be a good girl and behave?”
She nodded. She didn’t want to comply but, more than that, she wanted to hear him call her a good girl as he soothed her heated globes.
“All right, then, we’ll be done with it,” his leg released hers, and he helped her to her feet, tugging up her undergarments and bringing her to sit on his lap.
He withdrew a white linen handkerchief from his pocket and used it to dry her tears. Elizabeth couldn’t remember a time anyone had cared enough to do that. He hugged her briefly before allowing her to get up then pressed a chaste kiss to her temple.
