Claiming His Wife (26 page)

"Is that really what you think you
deserve, baggage?" he asked, somewhat amused.  Moving his wet
finger up her slit, he rimmed her tight little arsehole with it,
watching as she immediately tensed.

But because her legs were so far
apart, her buttocks couldn't clench shut, they just jiggled as she
tried to.  The effort of holding herself completely closed
against his finger as it began to press against her little rosebud
wasn't something she could maintain for any length of time.
 After barely a minute, Wesley's finger started to push
in.

"Nooooooo..." she moaned, her voice
thick with lust and confusion.  

Even more amused, he watched as she
covered her face with her hands, hiding her blush from him.
 The tight grip of her ass pulled at his finger.  He was
just going to stretch her the smallest bit before inserting the
ginger, lubing her with her own juices, because anything else would
take away from the sting of the irritant.  Pumping his finger
back and forth, he enjoyed the tight heat of her asshole scalding
his digit, especially when accompanied by her protesting
whimpers.

"Please, my lord, do it the right
way," she begged, as his finger pushed deeper.  "Oh please...
stop..."

"But you enjoy it so much,
sweetheart," he murmured, watching as her arse completely engulfed
his finger.  "Why would I stop?"

She moaned again, as if protesting his
declaration, but was unable to voice the lie to tell him that she
didn't.  The shudder that went through her was as much shame
as it was pleasure. 

When he withdrew his
finger, she slumped in relief, her body relaxing, which made it
very easy for him to press the ginger against her tiny hole and
shove it in with one thrust.  Cynthia shrieked, her body
arching, in surprise as she was invaded.  Not by his finger,
she could tell that.  Her anus closed around whatever it was,
holding it inside of her.  The slight burn from being
stretched wasn't too terrible, it had just startled her.

The Earl's hand caressed her bottom,
as if judging the amount of heat emanating from her skin.  It
had been a fairly hard spanking, but he hadn't gone on long enough
for it to be considered the worst one that he'd administered to
her.  Cynthia panted, feeling the heat growing inside of her
as he smoothed his hand over her sensitive skin.  The tingling
burn from her anus stretching hadn't started to dwindle yet.
 

In fact, it was growing.

"What's happening?" she asked, gasping
as her bottom clenched, increasing the burn.  It was an itchy,
stinging burn that was beginning to get hotter and hotter inside of
her.  Whimpering, she shuddered, trying to reach back to grab
whatever it was and pull it out, but the Earl easily caught her
hands before they'd even reached the red cheeks of her
bottom. 

"Ginger," he said amiably as he
switched sides of the chair so that he could tie her hands in front
of her, lashing her wrists together.

His brown eyes were hungry as he gazed
into hers.  The way he soaked in her expression, she knew that
he was enjoying every flash of discomfort that went over her face.
 The thing in her bottom was making her squirm and wriggle as
she tried to get away from the burn, but it just hurt worse as her
bottom tightened around it. 

"Just relax, baggage," he murmured,
stroking his fingers over her cheek and bringing her attention back
to him.  "It will hurt worse when you tighten your ass around
it.  I want your sweet little bottom to be nice and relaxed
when I birch you, this will help."

Help?  This was meant to help?
 Cynthia opened her mouth to protest, but he leaned forward
and caught her lips with his.  The kiss was aggressive, his
tongue sweeping into her mouth and muffling her words.  One
hand slid through her hair, tilting her head back at an almost
uncomfortable angle so that he could have complete access to her
lips.  The other slid under her front as she felt his finger
sliding into the neckline of her dress, reaching down to squeeze
her breasts. 

Her pussy was creaming, even with the
embarrassment of having ginger stuck up her bottom and burning her
up inside.  Perhaps she even liked it.  Not that she had
a choice either way.  Being tied up like this meant that there
was nothing she could do, and that did help a bit with her
humiliation, even though she still didn't like him touching that
area, much less shoving things into it.

But she submitted to his kiss,
relaxing the way he wanted her to, and the tingling burn did lessen
as her ass unclenched from around the ginger plug.  He'd told
the truth. 

When he released her, she felt almost
dizzy from the myriad of sensations.  Not to mention lack of
air due to his thorough kissing.  

So the first slash of the birch across
her pink arse came as a shock.  It was like a thousand tiny
bees stinging into her flesh, and her bottom tightened around the
ginger and she shrieked twice as loud as the burning spread both
inside and out.  When it came down again, she heard the swish
through the air before it landed across her bottom, stinging and
slashing at her skin.

She arched and jerked so hard that the
chair actually moved for a moment, panicking her as she thought she
would fall over with the heavy thing on top of her.  The Earl
had quickly settled the heavy piece of furniture back down, and his
hand tapped against her bottom.

"Hold still, sweetheart, you have
eight more to go."

Cynthia moaned.  Eight?!
 She cursed herself for even wondering what a birching would
be like; Eleanor and Irene had been right, it was awful!
 "Please, I've learned my lesson, please Wesley, no
more!"

If Wesley had actually thought she was
telling the truth, he would have been more tempted to stop.
 But a birching wasn't going to truly harm Cynthia, and he
didn't miss the way her pussy was still glistening with her juices.
 In fact, he thought they might have actually grown.  Her
pussy lips were quite plump, her bottom dancing as it clenched
around the fiery ginger and then immediately released again.
 

THWAP!

The short, sharp scream she emitted
was as furious as it was pained.  Her bottom clenched and
danced, the sharp red welts across the pink skin standing out as
they swelled.  

THWAP!

Another scream and more tugging at her
restraints... and then she finally submitted.  It had only
taken four strokes for her to let go and sink into herself.
 Even though she screamed again when the birch came down, it
was different.  Her bottom didn't clench as much around the
ginger.  There was an acceptance to her tone, as well as
sincerity when she cried out again that she was sorry.

THWAP!

THWAP!

Wesley gave her a moment between each
stroke, not just to gather herself, but also to extend the
anticipation.  Naughty girls needed time to reflect on why
they were being punished and think about how they were going to
behave in the future. 

THWAP!

The stroke caught her across her plump
pussy lips, eliciting a shriek that was even higher and more
piercing than the ones that came before.  The red welt across
them made her folds swell even more, but Wesley didn't miss how her
juices had started to coat her upper thighs.  The more he
punished her, the more his bride creamed.  Cupping his cock,
he gave her an extra moment before laying down the tenth stroke, as
he squeezed his erection tightly to relieve some of the ache in his
balls. 

THWAP!

Her sobs were of relief as she slumped
down in the chair, her bottom streaked with the evidence of her
birching.  The enticing rump was high up in the air, propped
up by the arm of the chair, while her face burrowed into the seat.
 With her legs spread apart and restrained, her cunt gaped at
him, as if begging him to slide in as he admired his
handiwork.

But that would have to wait till
tomorrow.

Wesley removed the ginger from her
anus, coating his fingers in a soothing balm which he then slid
into her ass.  It amused him to watch as she squirmed and
whimpered, more unsettled by the feeling of his fingers in her
arsehole than she had been by the birching.

Because it felt good.  Cynthia
didn't want it to feel good.  She didn't welcome the coolness
that came from the balm as his fingers plumbed her depths, making
the roasted skin of her cheeks feel even hotter by comparison.
 It had hurt, far more than a spanking had, and yet she had
that same aching hot need that made her want to rub her pussy.
 Or have the Earl rub her pussy.  Damn him for choosing
the wrong hole!  Damn him even more for making it
enjoyable.

"What do bad girls get, Cynthia?" he
asked, his voice a low purr as his fingers thrust back and forth in
her ass, twisting and making her whimper as the abused hole
spasmed.  "Where do naughty girls get fucked?"

"Noooo... please..."  She covered
her face with her hands, the bindings on her wrists rubbing against
her chin.  The Earl was going to put his cock in her arse
again and, even though it was wrong, she knew that when he did, she
was going to cum.  Why couldn't he do it the right way?
 The way other men wanted to?

His fingers delved deep
and spread, stretching her and making her pant as her pussy
clenched emptily.  Part of her knew that her reaction was why
he insisted on making this an aspect of her punishment.  But
she couldn't help the feelings of embarrassment and shame that
washed over her as he played with her most private area, knowing
that he was going to shove his large cock into it, and make her
climax even though she didn't want to.  The whole thing would
be much less humiliating if she didn't enjoy it, to be
honest.

"Did you want my cock in your ass
again, before our wedding?" he asked, almost taunting.  "Is
that why you went out tonight?  Did you want to get caught
doing something naughty?"

No... That couldn't
possibly be why she'd done it.  She just liked the adventure.
 The thrill of doing something that she wasn't supposed to.
 Cynthia shook her head, as if denying both him and the
thoughts inside of her head.  While she liked being spanked,
this was not how she'd imagined spending the night before her
wedding!  It wasn't!  She'd thought that she and Grace
would be able to make it back to the house with no one the wiser,
that she'd be spending the night in triumph, not with a scorching
hot backside waiting to be violated by her soon-to-be
husband.

"I think you did,
sweetheart."

"No."  Cynthia shook her head
again, shaking as his fingers twisted and receded, just as
something stroked over her clit as if to emphasize how swollen and
aroused the little bud was.  

The earl chuckled, a dark, cruel sound
that had her shuddering in anticipation.  The fingers stroking
her clit pinched at the little bud and she cried out, panting as
pleasure surged and she nearly came.  

"It doesn't really matter, since it's
going to happen anyway... but one day, you're going to admit how
much you like having my cock in your ass."

She moaned in denial again as his
fingers retreated and something much larger and thicker pressed
against the rosebud.  It had been stretched enough by the
ginger and his fingers to allow a fairly easy entry at first.
 The burn wasn't nearly as bad as when he'd put that awful
spicy plug into her, even though her tight hole was being forced
open much wider.

The Earl's hands wrapped around her
hips, her buttocks were spread wide enough by the position of her
legs that he had no need to press them apart with his hands to gain
entry.  The little pink hole grew paler, turning almost white
as it stretched open for his cock.  Groaning with pleasure, he
stared down at those streaky red and pink mounds that framed the
pretty, forbidden hole.  He could feel Cynthia's trembling,
the spasms of her tight channel as he pressed forward, and the way
her hips subtly lifted to welcome him in.

He doubted she even
realized that she was doing it, because her mind told her that this
act was wrong and shameful, even though her body enjoyed it.
 There was so little propriety in the brazen minx, he relished
the taste of it.  Tonight her ass, under protests, tomorrow
her cunt, with her encouragement.

It didn't escape his notice how much
his Cynthia wanted to lose her virginity.  The anticipation,
his self-control, only emphasized who was in control of their
relationship.  

Sinking deeper, he groaned some more,
wanting her to hear his pleasure as he invaded her backside.
 The little tremors of her anus massaged his cock, her tiny
whimpers as she squirmed making him even harder.  It was the
beautiful and erotic sound of a woman submitting her body, taking
the discomfort in order to please him, acknowledging his right to
both punish and pleasure her.  

When his groin came flush against her
bottom, he rocked against her, making her squeal as his body rubbed
against the tender welts the birch had left behind.  The
mixture of pleasure and pain left her gasping and clenching.
 Sliding his hands up from her hips, he yanked on the top of
her dress so that he could reach her bare breasts.  The fabric
of her dress was now bunched around her middle, enhancing the
feeling of vulnerability as she was clothed but not
covered.