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“I’m sorry, Merokk.” She bowed her head in a show of penance, just as Chrisna had done earlier in the hallway as she’d faced Rentzaq. “Please, please understand that I only lied to help Chrisna. I felt terrible knowing she would be punished. She knew how worried I would be for you, and she wanted to help me. So, I figured it was only right if I helped her in return, even if it meant lying to Rentzaq.”
“I appreciate your explanation, wife, as well as your apology, however neither will save you from the whipping you have coming.”
“Please,” she begged, still not daring to look up. “Please not the strap. Please just use your hand.”
“You know you did wrong, Fiona. I sense the waves of guilt rolling off you. You need the strap.” He cracked the leather across the palm of his hand, making her gasp. “Bend over the bed. Cooperate, and I’ll only give you fifteen lashes. Fight me, and I’ll double that number.”
Thirty lashes. God, that would kill her. Okay, not really, but she could scarcely fathom it. Coldness gripped her, and she glanced at her husband’s stern face, praying she would manage to give him her full cooperation. Fifteen sounded terrible, but she would survive. Oh how she hoped he got it over with quickly.
She took a deep breath and got into position, bending over the bed. She gripped the covers and closed her eyes.
His footsteps sounded behind her, and the heat of his massive body wafted over her prone form. He cupped her bottom and gave it a firm squeeze.
“You will never lie to the guards again, Fiona, just as you will never lie to me. I cannot fault you for watching the news reels, but when you lied to Rentzaq after you and Chrisna were caught, you put them both in an awkward position, but most especially poor Chrisna. If Rentzaq hadn’t already known the truth, she would’ve been forced to decide whether to call her mistress out as a liar or follow your lead and deceive her own husband. As the mistress of this house, I expect better from you. As my wife, I expect better from you.”
Guilt ravaged Fiona’s conscience. She hadn’t considered the uncomfortable position she’d put Chrisna in, but now she was glad Rentzaq had already known the truth. It was no wonder Merokk was furious with her. It was no wonder he thought she deserved the strap. She’d behaved badly, and she was deeply ashamed.
“You’re right, Merokk, and I’m so sorry. I-I will apologize to Chrisna and Rentzaq tomorrow, and I will try to remain in place and accept my punishment.” She shivered and gripped the covers tighter, a sob building in her throat. She feared the pain, but worse than that, she was sorrowful over Merokk’s disapproval, and she longed to be back in his good graces. She longed for the rift between them to be mended.
He placed the strap on the bed and rubbed her bottom, moving from cheek to cheek, his touch suddenly gentle. It made her want to weep and fall at his feet and beg for forgiveness. But she remained bent over the bed, determined to take her punishment.
His caressing hand stilled. “I’m going to redden your cheeks with my hand before I take the strap to you, little one. Keep your bottom soft and accept each blow. If you clench your cheeks during your punishment, I’ll insert a large plug coated with a stinging lubrication into your ass.”
She whimpered and resolved to obey his orders. The last thing she wanted was a stinging, punishment plug pushed deep in her bottom. He lifted his hand and struck her left cheek with a resounding slap, and the pain took her breath away.
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Chapter 7
Merokk
Merokk set a fast rhythm of smacking his wife’s cheeks, alternating from the left one to the right, covering her bottom in its entirety and even striking the backs of her thighs on occasion. She whimpered and squirmed slightly on the bed, but she didn’t attempt to evade the swift blows, and her obedience pleased him.
He gave her about twenty smacks before he paused to rub her punished flesh and admire his handiwork. His cock thickened and pulsed, and he growled at the sight of her gleaming, pink nether lips. She was in pain, on the verge of tears, and the coldness of her fear kept reaching him, but she was also soaking wet. Her pussy was hugely swollen and her inner thighs glistened with his seed. Gods, she was lovely and perfect, his sweet little war bride.
He delved a hand between her legs, stroking her moist folds. She moaned and lifted her hips, eager for his touch. He paid just enough attention to her clit to drive her into a whimpering frenzy but removed his hand before she managed to come.
“No,” she whimpered. “Please please please.”
With a quick flick of the wrist, he swatted her drenched pussy with his flattened fingers, causing her to cry out. “Behave, little one, and perhaps I’ll take mercy on you and allow you an orgasm after your strapping.”
Her continued noises of distress made his cock harden further, making him want to pounce on her again and fuck her senseless.
But he needed to finish her punishment first.
Once her bottom was covered in red lines from the strap, he would claim her. Perhaps he would take her pussy a second time, or maybe he would claim her ass. His blood heated at the prospect of shoving inside her tightest hole, riding her to completion, then keeping her cheeks spread wide as he watched his seed trickle from her pucker.
He picked up the strap and stepped into position at Fiona’s side. She sniffled and the scent of her tears reached him, not dissimilar to a sea-kissed breeze. He trailed the strap over her reddened ass. She shivered and inhaled a shaky breath. He brushed her hair from her face, and she peered back at him with an uncertain look.
“Keep your head turned to the side, wife. No hiding your face in the covers. I want to see your tears.”
“Yes, Merokk.” She blinked and another tear cascaded down her cheek. She fisted the covers, her knuckles turning white.
He drew his arm back and struck her with the strap, landing it in the center of her already punished cheeks. Her face twisted in pain and her lips parted on a soundless cry. A red line appeared on her flesh, and he was quick to place a second lash directly below it. She made a choking noise, and a sob soon broke from her throat.
He gave her five more blows in quick succession, painting her bottom with red lines. The sound of the strap impacting her flesh echoed in the room, merging with her cries, gasps, and whimpers.
“That’s seven,” he announced. “We’re about halfway done.” He traced the marks on her bottom with a gentle touch. “I hope you’re learning something from this, little one. I hope you’ll think twice before you lie to me or any of the guards in my employ. As my wife, you’re subject to my rules and discipline, and I expect your obedience.”
