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Her hands flew to cover her sex as her eyes grew wide. “Why?”
“Because.” I pulled her arms to her sides and allowed my hand to take the place of hers. Tugging on a few of the curls, I loved her little yip and the fact that she instantly shifted her feet apart. “You’re under my command, and I’ve decided you will not be allowed anything to hide what’s mine from me.”
“You never considered it hiding before.”
I couldn’t argue that point, so simply picked her up and set her onto the countertop. “That was before. From now on, I don’t want anything to get in the way of you understanding that you aren’t in control.” I moved to the cabinet and gathered the supplies I needed, aware that she was watching my every movement.
“Don’t you think that’s kind of silly?” she asked, but not in a disrespectful tone. “I mean, it’s just pubic hair. It’s not like I’ve ever truly considered it before.”
I grinned and returned to stand before her. “Good, then you won’t even miss it now, will you? Pull your feet up and drop your legs open for me.”
The flush that had begun on her face now spread to cover her chest as she obeyed. Though I’d been aware of the fact that she had been wet before her spanking, I saw that her sex was now quite soaked. I turned on the faucet in the sink and once the water was warm, soaked a washcloth, wrung it out, and then brought it to her open legs. Watching her expression, I cupped her mound with my cloth-covered hand, slowly drawing it up to remove the evidence of her arousal.
“I-I didn’t mean to… I mean, I didn’t expect to…”
“Baby, it’s nothing to be ashamed of or worry about. You are a sexual woman and your body is just reminding you that I love you very much. That doesn’t change just because I have to spank you.”
Though she visibly relaxed at my assurance, when I repeated the gesture with the cloth several times, she bit her bottom lip, her legs trembling a bit. Extending a single finger beneath the cloth, I ran it over the protruding bud of her clit, loving her gasp.
“It will be nice to be able to see this pearl swell and become engorged,” I said, using that same finger to spread the lips of her vulva, parting them slowly. “And, to see all this dew that gathers whenever you are standing at ease, thinking about your transgressions.”
Her mewl was so soft, so erotic as the scent of her femininity wafted to mingle with the aroma of the floral bubble bath she’d chosen.
“Without all those little curls, I’ll be able to know instantly exactly what my little recruit is truly feeling despite her loud protestations that she doesn’t appreciate having her ass tended to. Isn’t that right, Hannah?”
“I… I guess.”
“You guess correctly,” I said, giving her clit another swipe before dropping the cloth into the sink and reaching for the scissors. “Don’t be frightened. I’m not going to hurt you.”
“I know you won’t.”
It didn’t take long to snip away the curls after which I lathered the entire area with shaving gel. “Go ahead and lean back on your elbows.” Once she had, I pressed her legs open a bit more and then carefully began. Each swipe of the razor left behind a swath of smooth, pink skin. As I worked, she gave the occasional mewl, and I watched fresh cream gather in the seam of her sex. I’d never truly had a preference about a woman’s choice to shave or not. But, as I bared more and more of Hannah’s sex, I found I now had a definite new opinion. Using the cloth again, I wiped away every bit of the shaving gel and couldn’t help but bend to place a kiss upon her freshly denuded pussy. Broadening my tongue, I licked up in one long, slow swipe from her perineum to her clit and with her shudder and her gasp, was willing to bet that she was finding the entire experience as erotic as I was. Pulling back, I grinned to see her disappointment, and shook my head.
“Up on your hands and knees, head down, legs spread.”
“Why?”
“An obedient soldier does not question every command given.”
I helped her into position, grateful that our master en-suite was large, the counters wide enough to offer her a safe place to sit or kneel. Spreading her still pink buttocks with one hand, I applied a bit of the gel to her cleft, using a finger to rub it around her pucker.
“Oh, God,” she said, attempting to clench her bottom. “What… what are you doing?”
“Finishing the job,” I replied nonchalantly, well aware that my little wife had yet to truly voice a desire to explore any type of anal play. With our new agreement, that was another thing I was determined to change. “Now, don’t move. This won’t hurt a bit.”
I honestly didn’t think she even dared breathe while I carefully shaved her anus, removing the few hairs remaining. After a quick wash with the cloth, I once again bent down, this time to place a kiss on an area she’d never once considered as anything sexual. Her groan, her shudder, told me all I needed as I again broadened my tongue and drew it up her cleft.
Lifting my head, I smiled to see her eyes were closed, her lips parted as if she wished to speak but had no idea what to say. Leaning forward, I kissed her cheek. “That’s my good girl. Nice and smooth.”
I loved the color that suffused her skin as I lifted her from the counter and carried her to the tub. Lowering her in, I quickly shed my clothes and joined her. Pulling her back against my chest, I took her hand in mine and guided it to the junction between her thighs.
“Tell me, how does that feel?” I asked, pressing her palm against her smooth pussy.
“Dif… different,” she said softly, her voice hitching as I guided her hand lower, knowing she had to feel the hard button of her clit pressing against her palm.
“Different good or bad?” I asked, my lips to her ear as I spoke.
“Good,” she said.
