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His hands are back on my hips. I feel him roll up close behind me. Then the head of his massive cock is teasing the entrance of my wanting pussy.

He pulls me toward him and the chair rolls forward. Plunging his cock into me. My eyes roll into the back of my head. My mouth drops open in a silent moan.

Then he’s doing it again. Faster now. With his hands holding me tight, he’s rolling back and forth, back and forth. His cock shooting deep within my pussy with each lunge. Hitting that special spot that makes my knees weak with every thrust.

With each penetration, I let out a breathy groan of pleasure. My head is woozy, my legs trembling. My pussy constricts, tensing around his cock every time.

With the freedom of the wheels, he’s able to move faster, pound harder. Having him behind me is giving him full access to my G-spot. Within minutes, I’m crying out, dying to come. The tension is unbearable. I think I’ll go crazy. But then one more thrust and⁠—

“Sweet mother of the gods!” I scream, slapping my opened palm against the wood. I shudder, tremble. Sweat breaks out on my forehead and my mind blanks as I come in a fiery surge. His cock is pumping and releasing. He’s coming inside of me and his hot seed runs down my leg.

I collapse against the desk. My eyes close. My breathing begins to slow.

My muscles begin to relax. My pussy warm and tingling with satisfaction. His hands are rubbing soft circles around my lower back.

But all I can think is, how the hell am I going to get through the rest of the day?

I’m still in so much trouble.

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I needed that release. Now I can slow down enough to make sure the rest of this means what it is supposed to mean between us.

I need her to understand, beyond a shadow of a doubt, why disappearing without warning cannot happen again in this life.

If she did, her life would be in danger. Maybe even over.

Once a Bachman, always a Bachman.

But I do not get to turn fear into permission. She chose this dynamic when she married me, and for something this intense I want to hear that choice from her again.

The punishment can be hard. The choice to enter it still has to be hers.

I have her bent over the edge of the bed.

Every inch of her is bared to me. She wears nothing.

In my hand, I hold a cloth, warm with water. I lean over her. Taking my time, I clean her intimate areas. Wiping what’s left of our earlier sex. I’m careful to add gentle pressure as I go over her clit, the entrance of her cunt… her sweet little bottom hole. I say, “You need to have a clean bottom for your punishment.”

A shiver runs through her. She makes that little mewing whine I love so much.

I snap the wet cloth against her ass. She gives a cry. A red mark wells up. I toss it to the side.

There’s a glistening between her legs but it’s not from the water on the rag.

I set the paddle down and touch her hip instead. “Look at me, Sasha.” When she does, I wait until the teasing nervousness clears enough for me to see her. “We can stop here. No plug. No paddle. No scene. Tell me what you want.”

Her throat moves as she swallows. Then she reaches back and puts her hand over mine. “I want what we agreed to. I want you to make the lesson impossible to forget. And if I tell you to stop, you stop.”

“Immediately.” I kiss the center of her back. “Good. Then we do this our way.”

I say, “Tell me what happens to little girls who run away?”

Her voice trembles, but she says the words, repeating what I told her on the plane ride home. “Plugged, paddled, pantied?”

“Good girl. Let’s start with the plug. Your bottom will be nice and full when it gets the paddling you’ve earned.”