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"Now that you're my wife," Joseph told me, during one of his brief pauses, "I have all the more reason to keep you in line." He started again with the paddle.
Each time he resumed it seemed that the sting was more fierce, but then, so were the sensuous fires inside me. I didn't know whether to cry or rejoice. It was the strangest thing in the world to me, to feel such love from such fierce treatment, to feel such ecstatic arousing feelings at the same time I was hurting so badly.
At last, when the smacks finally softened, so that I could tell that he was beginning to stop, all my desire just burst in me, and I could feel that Joseph was bursting as well. I could sense his manhood rising beneath my lap, and that only made me more excited.
I don't know why he stopped at the particular moment he did; but by some common agreement, we both fell into each other's arms moving so swiftly to the bed, that I don't remember how we got there. I only know that we melted together, Joseph exploring me in ways I never dreamed it was possible to feel. My body simply roared, and Joseph only roared back . . . .
***
Melanie, sitting in the soft light that came through the window had her hand between her legs, a surge of sexual energy taking her away as she read of her Aunt's wild erotic moment. She saw herself in Daisy's place, the exuberance she'd described seemed so like her own, so like it was with Tony.
She felt prickly all over, but then suddenly self conscious, she looked up to see Tony standing in the attic doorway. In the dim dusty light, she almost had to blink to be certain that he was really there. His expression was at once quizzical, affectionate and aroused. Seeing him watching made her jolt with sexual electricity all the more.
"Did she finally bed her sailor?" he asked, almost in a whisper.
The question startled her. Melanie almost expected him to be angry with her, as he always seemed to be when she was in the attic. He would think she was avoiding her life, though apparently not this time.
"Why yes," she replied, only just realizing that her dress was parted, and he could see her playing with herself. She quickly moved her hand away from her tingling sex.
"Let me know how the story ends," he said, with a touch of amusement.
"I will," she replied, still wary of his mood. She thought the comment was a signal that he would leave, but he remained fixed in his spot, watching her with the most amazing expression. For a instant she thought Tony might come to her, but instead, with his energy alone, he seemed to reach out and grab her. She was mesmerized by him. Something outside themselves, but very carnal was in charge.
For Tony, the view was priceless, his dear Melanie reclining so seductively, he'd never quite seen her this way, in the light with such a lusty aura surrounding her.
"So did Joseph spank her too?" Tony asked.
"On their honeymoon," Melanie replied.
"Maybe I should have done that to you five years ago; maybe it would have avoided all this other nonsense."
"Maybe," she agreed. She wondered where this was leading.
He stared at her for a few more minutes. "Get up," he said. His voice was erotically mellow, like the way he looked at her. She was glad he was making a move, thinking she couldn't contain the feelings any more.
Melanie rose, as instructed, but still stayed in her place in front of the chair and could do nothing until he gave her further instructions.
"Take off your
sundress," the instruction came.
Melanie reached low and pulled the dress up over her head. She thought of Daisy removing her sundress, how poetic . . .
Melanie was naked underneath, as Tony suspected she would be. Her body seemed to shimmer in the warm sunlight that was casting window pane shapes on her body. Tony admired his wife as if he was seeing her for the first time all over again. Their earlier spanking had aroused him as much as it did Melanie, and he didn't see any sense in containing the feelings any more. They'd waited long enough.
He eyed her breasts, the full pert handfuls of flesh that jiggled just slightly because she was swaying just a little. The nipples were already scrunched into tight buds he wanted to tease with his tongue. The lovely swell of her belly led to the soft triangle of neat silky hair between her legs. It was already glistening from her play.
"Turn around," he told her. "And bend over."
Melanie complied again, presenting her bottom for his view. All the signs of the spanking were gone, not a mark, not even a little red, though the sight of his wife's fair derriere still created a savage excitement that hit him square in the groin.
He moved forward and stood behind her, his hands moving on her soft skin. "Does it still hurt?" he asked, taking a handful of flesh in his hand, and giving it a firm squeeze.
"It's a little sore," she admitted, though she was not in the least protesting; her bottom gyrated to his gentle massage.
When he smacked her, she jerked, but hardly lost a lusty beat; she almost cried out for another, though she didn't need to. Tony accommodated her need, knowing that she wanted this as much as he did. He began a long slow spanking, finding with each deliberate smack, that Melanie was becoming more and more aroused.
"Ah, Tony, take me, please!" she murmured, moving back against her husband's hands.
