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“All of which gives me a good excuse to turn your bottom red. Like right now.” Josie shrieked with laughter as he spun her around to face the bed, his hands roaming over her, touching every inch of her as they moved. Her own hands pressed down on the mattress as Elijah flipped her skirts up, baring her bottom.
Despite the seriousness of the matter at hand and knowing he would not go lightly on her, she still felt nothing but elation. In some ways, Elijah’s punishments showed his love, a way of showing he cared about her behavior, about her safety. Her willing reception of them showed hers—she would consent to his discipline, ceding to his domination over her, in a manner they would both ultimately enjoy.
The spankings would hurt, but the gratification of making up afterward overcame any lingering pain. If she was honest, she did not entirely dislike the spankings.
Elijah
Bringing his hand down on his wife’s pert bottom, seeing the color bloom on her creamy skin, a combination of relief and happiness swept over Elijah. Both of them were still here, unharmed and able-bodied. The utter exhilaration he felt at Josie’s admission of love, returning it with his own, was making him want to be far softer on her than he knew he should.
Then again, he did not want to harm her. Perhaps her punishment should be spread out over the next month, doled out on a weekly basis. The thought made him grin. Being spanked on a weekly basis should also have the salutary effect of keeping her in line in other matters, not wanting to risk adding to her punishment.
Or perhaps not. Elijah was becoming accustomed to the idea he would not always be able to predict, much less direct, his wife’s behavior.
However, there were some things he could make clear enough.
“You will not go off chasing any more villains by yourself.”
Smack! Smack! Smack!
“You will wait for me next time.”
Smack! Smack! Smack!
“But he might have gotten away!” Josie protested, her pink bottom wiggling as she tried to look over her shoulder to meet Elijah’s gaze. He responded by giving her arse a hefty swat across the center of her bottom. Shrieking, she bounced and jiggled.
“Which would have been preferable to putting yourself in danger,” Elijah said sternly. “You did recently require I consult with you before hieing off on my own, did you not? Yet today, you did exactly that.”
The silence that met his point made it clear she did not have an argument. Reminding her of her infractions also made it easier to push his joy aside in favor of becoming a sterner disciplinarian.
He spanked her harder, eliciting little yelps from her as her feet danced. She bounced on her toes, digging her fingers into the covers on their bed to keep from trying to reach back and cover her bottom, which was turning a nice shade of pink.
As punishing her bottom had not had a lingering effect, Elijah branched out a little. His next swat, though not as hard, fell between her thighs, right on the swollen lips of her pussy. Josie shrieked, back arching, and he could see the effort it took her not to release the coverlet. It was also no surprise when his fingers came away wet.
He and Josie were perfectly matched in every way.
Josie
Ow, ow, ow!
Another sharp, stinging swat landed on her pussy, and Josie shrieked again. Elijah was marginally gentler when he spanked her there, yet it hurt twice as much as her bottom did! That or she was getting far too used to the feeling of having her bottom spanked.
Each slap against her tender folds made her jerk and cry out, the sensitive flesh swelling against the assault. Conversely, her need soared higher every time Elijah’s hand landed. It burned painfully yet pleasurably, and when the tips of his fingers snapped against the swollen bud of her clitoris, she thought she might actually combust.
As if sensing that she was close to her peak, Elijah pulled back, leaving her simmering, shuddering, and oh-so-very needy.
“Five with the belt. For today.” His stern voice made her insides flip. “Next week will be more of the same, and for the next two weeks until your punishment is completed.”
Josie whimpered, her bottom clenching at the idea of being spanked—belted—for four weeks in a row. Yet she could not find it within herself to argue against the severity of the punishment. She had known she was thrusting herself into danger, taking the action she would have severely upbraided Elijah for. She knew it was luck, inasmuch as anything else, that got them through the day, hale and hearty.
As admirable as her motivations had been, she could have stopped to think before springing into action. Perhaps next time, she would even do so if it would get her out of a more egregious punishment.
The first lick of fire across her bottom made her scream.
The belt was far more painful than his hand or even the ginger.
Yes, she would definitely take more time to think before leaping to action next time.
She did not protest when Elijah laid down a second welt, just beneath the first, searing her senses with the fiery discipline. Tears rolled down her face, and she bit her lip against begging him to stop. Part of her needed this, even craved it. The pain was her absolution, her apology for the fear he had felt when she had gone after Magruder without him. She saw how white-faced he’d been when he finally caught up, felt his terror, and she truly was sorry for putting him through that.
