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“I’m still… I got really… Mmm.”
She rubbed her face against his chest and her breasts rubbed against his ribcage.
“Oh, are you still horny after your very thorough exam yesterday?”
Plum nodded against him and he couldn’t help but chuckle. Eric and Marni had done a real number on her and it had been delicious to watch. He’d been hard almost the whole time having to watch his little darling be strapped down and gagged, her pussy stretched and her ass flushed out. Watch how hard she’d come with Marni roughing up her tits, or Eric fucking her with the dildo.
Gideon was throbbing and ready again, but he’d planned to wait until after church to have his way with her so she got enough sleep. But if she were ready to go now…
“It’s hard to be a good girl and rest when you’re so turned on and needy, isn’t it?”
She nodded against him again, poor little thing.
“Please, Daddy,” she wheedled.
Well. He wasn’t going to turn her down because he’d been wanting to fuck her for hours upon hours. He would, however, use this to his advantage.
“I suppose we can address the matter. But I’m going to paddle your bottom first and then I’m going to fuck that sweet little asshole of yours after Doctor Eric was good enough to get it all cleaned out and stretched for me. And I did so enjoy you being gagged during your exam, so unless your jaw is sore I’m going to stuff your mouth full as well. Are these terms agreeable to you, darling?”
“Yes, Daddy,” she said softly.
* * *
His ripe little Plum was kneeling up at the foot of the bed, draped over the edge with her torso and arms stretched over the coverlet. She was so lovely.
The paddle was smooth and weighty in his hands, a beautiful instrument. Hand carved and sanded, made of canarywood which had a reputation for imparting a certain brand of sting. Perhaps he’d ask Plum if that were true; he hadn’t made enough of a study of being swatted by different types of wood to know.
Her backside was still pink from her spanking at Marni’s very capable hands, but there was a lot of potential in her flesh. Gideon ran his hand over her pale skin, picturing how red and swollen he’d have her. Hit her hard and long enough that she could relish the blooming of her bruises during church.
It was always difficult to have her in the congregation. No, that wasn’t right. It delighted him, filled his heart. Made him, he was almost sure, a better preacher. What she was was a test of his concentration and dedication. But he was strong and focused and could keep his mind on the task at hand despite knowing the woman he loved would be grinding her abraded and abused bottom on the hard church pew. Probably.
For the moment though, he could concentrate on her.
Replacing the caress of his hand for that of the paddle, he loved the contrast of the dark wood with her still-pale ass cheeks. It didn’t hurt that she let out a little noise. He couldn’t tell if it was more apprehension or craving. Did it really matter? She was getting a thorough paddling either way and then he’d enjoy pumping his cock in and out of her tight channel that he would lube up until it was slick and welcoming.
He could see Plum’s lovely face in profile as she rested her cheek on the quilt. In a few minutes she would be burying her face in her crossed arms or rubbing her tear-stained cheeks on the bed while she clenched her fists with her arms still outstretched but he’d enjoy her angelic form for now. Rosy cheek, pouty chin and a pert little nose that turned up ever so slightly at the end.
He supposed not many people would picture angels with winged eyeliner and pin-up girl fashion sense but she was the most glorious thing he’d ever seen, and he’d love her still more when she subjected herself to his painful ministrations.
Gideon laid the paddle on the bed right where she could see it and she glanced at him with a scowl. He smiled and patted her soft bottom.
“Just a reminder of what’s to come, darling. Build a little anticipation.”
“As if I could forget,” she muttered, and that’s when he lay the first spank down on her backside.
The slight sting in his hand sent a bolt of lightning straight to his brain, making his neurons sizzle. Why was this so satisfying? Hitting another human being when the rest of his life was devoted to helping people? Yes, he was foremost a servant of God, of course, but the way in which he served was to counsel people, provide for them, love them. He didn’t see his love for Plum any differently.
After all, he would never strike a person who was unwilling to be struck. But this brought them both satisfaction and he would never truly harm her so it had to be fine. Why would God have made him this way if it was truly wrong? He felt God’s love deeply and tried his best to bring it to others every day. And if this was how he made Plum feel cared for and satisfied and whole and did the same for him, he supposed he wouldn’t argue with that. Not when there were so many other mysteries to question.
Gideon rained slap after slap across her buttocks, making sure he got every inch of skin from the curve of her cheeks down to the tops of her thighs and back again, over and over until his beloved’s backside was a uniform shade of pale red.
“Feeling good and warm now?” he asked, running his hand over her heated skin.
“Yes, Daddy.”
She’d gasped a few times while he hand-spanked her, made the odd little squeak here and there, but her voice wasn’t tight, she wasn’t choked by tears. She sounded almost dreamy which was perfect. She could take more when she was in this state and he was in the mood to give and give and give.
He’d just have to keep an eye on the clock so they wouldn’t be late. That wouldn’t do at all.
