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“And let us not forget you did burn my penance shirt. In full defiance,” Tristram added.
He grinned at her broadly as he uttered the words, yet he didn’t tarry to place her over his lap.
“It is a good thing you’re already naked, though this does rob me of the pleasure of hoisting your skirts and baring your bottom.”
He spanked her bottom lightly for a while, until Judith felt a pleasant heat all through her body. It was sheer bliss when he began to tend to her quim, just as she lay on his lap. It didn’t take much tending for her sex to clench and pulse in rapture. And she did so, and at the very time of her fierce climax, Tristram began to spank her again, harder than before. It was heated bliss, Judith mused later as she later lay upon her belly, spent and sated, and she had to confess that never had a punishment from him seemed more delicious. Tristram watched her through hooded dark eyes.
“So, wife, you’ve had your bliss. Now it’s my turn.”
“Certainly, my lord,” Judith purred, positioning herself for what she knew would be a good thrust of his already eager cock.
She lifted her bottom at him, setting herself on her elbows and knees, because she well recalled he’d liked to have her this way.
“Stay as you are,” Tristram called to her, yet he strode away from the bed.
Judith frowned in puzzlement, looking at him over her shoulder. What did he mean to do? She blanched, because she now perceived Tristram had presently returned to their bed, carrying in his hand the birch which had lain forgotten in its corner.
“Tristram…” she muttered in alarm.
“Did I say you can look upon me?” Tristram countered in return and his voice was a mixture of both playful and stern.
“Nay, but…”
“Stay as you were. And stop prattling,” he commanded, and Judith heaved a heartfelt sigh, but complied with what he’d told her.
“You did ask for the birch earlier, didn’t you?” Tristram said, now speaking softly, and beginning to caress the reddened skin of Judith’s buttocks with the birch.
It was a tantalizing sensation, and Judith’s heart began to thump wildly. The birch caressed her skin and she recalled only too well its fierce sting as she’d stood facing the wall after she’d been soundly punished. Did Tristram mean only to tease her with it? Or did he mean to punish her soundly? Judith did not have time to answer the question because Tristram began to birch her bottom lightly. The birching was indeed light, yet soon Judith began to feel that a fiercer sting was building there.
“Tristram,” she said rather plaintively, and Tristram paused, and spoke to her in a lazy voice.
“Your behind is already somewhat striped from the birch. Faint, reddish stripes all over your plump buttocks and thighs.”
His talk already kindled a fire between Judith’s legs and she found herself thrusting her bottom further towards him, hoping he would soon enter her and sate her maddening lust.
“So eager for my punishment, wife…”
Now Tristram birched her bottom hard, making Judith arch her back in sheer surprise and pain, as a stab of deep pleasure coursed through her.
“Oh, husband, it stings so,” she complained in both pain and rapture.
Soon she had cause to smile, because she heard Tristram simply tossing away the birch and had occasion to feel him thrust deep inside her, loving her hard and savagely, with one of his hands buried into her long dark hair. However, Tristram didn’t seem to sate his lust for chastisement, not even after they were both done and spent. Instead, he put her again over his knee for a new spanking which stung even worse, because her bottom was already red and tender, both from his birching and from the way he’d loved her from behind.
His spanking left her rubbing her bottom and softly crying, and Tristram took great pleasure in licking the salty tears off her face, telling her afterwards he’d never thought tears could taste so sweet.
“I am beginning to think I erred when I promised to play the game of chastisement with you,” Judith said at last with a frown. She couldn’t help but add a half-smile to the frown. “You are a strange man, husband, after all. So gentle and so harsh at the same time.”
Yet she truly began to fear Tristram would spank her anew, when at last she told him the full story of her misguided jealousy over the tokens she’d found in his trunk. Tristram did threaten to spank her sore, with his sword belt, if she ever doubted him like that ever again, but he held her in a warm embrace just as he was making his threat. Judith suppressed a smile, knowing already she would get to feel that belt upon her behind, in their bed, even if she didn’t cross her husband ever again.
“The flower – was that another thing to remember your dear sister by?” she asked, as she was idly stroking Tristram’s fair hair.
At first he widened his eyes in puzzlement, but then he shook his head with a smile. Judith’s eyes roamed over his beautiful nakedness as he strode to his garment chest. She sighed, understanding some of the scars left by the whip he’d endured for her sake might become lasting marks upon his back even once it was fully healed. Certainly, the scars would never deter from his beauty in her eyes, yet she felt guilty to have been the cause of them.
“Is this the flower you found?” Tristram said, coming to sit by her, holding the dry pressed flower in his hand.
Judith nodded, blushing with shame for the way she’d misjudged him. She’d thought the flower a love token from another woman. Yet it was not so.
“It is a love token indeed,” he said, coming to cup her face. “But it is not one I keep in remembrance of my sister. In truth, I keep it in remembrance of you.”
