Page 28 of His Loving Guidance

He sat up and began unbuttoning his shirt, all the while holding her gaze. Face flushed, she panted and rose up on her elbows, then spread her legs slightly as mischief flashed in her eyes. He tossed his shirt to the floor and stood to remove his pants. He couldn’t get them off fast enough.

Shock rooted him to the floor when Stephie licked her fingers and boldly reached for her pussy, opening her thighs wider before delving her fingers into her slick folds and focusing on her clit. Swirling. Pinching. With her other hand she cupped her breast, kneading the firm mound as she played with her pussy.

So naughty.

“You know that’s against the rules, young lady.” He spoke with a sternness that made her gasp, and she pulled her hand away from her center as if to pretend she hadn’t just touched herself. “Tsk, tsk,” he said. “You know very well, little girl, you’re only allowed to touch yourself with my permission.”

“I’m truly sorry, sir.”

“Spread your legs farther. Farther. Good. Now bend your knees and hold your legs up with your hands.” He kicked his pants aside and watched as she obeyed, exposing her smooth shaven, pink pussy to his gaze. Moisture shone on her nether lips, and some of it reflected on her inner thighs. He sank down on the bed. “So wet. So naughty. Naughty girls need to be punished, don’t they, Stephie?”

“Y-yes, sir,” she said, her limbs quivering. She knew from experience what to expect. Touching herself resulted in a very specific brand of punishment.

He trailed his fingers through her wetness until two of his fingers were well-coated, and he nudged at her bottom hole. “Don’t you dare tense up on me, little girl.” He glanced up to see her eyes wide and her cheeks growing redder by the second. He pressed forward, slipping his thick digits into her tight bottom hole and not stopping until he’d entered her completely.

“You know what comes next.” With his free hand, he covered her pussy and placed his flattened fingertips over her clit. Smack! He struck her wet center, the slap echoing through the room. She winced and her muscles tightened around his submerged fingers. A second later, her sphincter relaxed, but her body tensed as she awaited the next blow. “I think ten spanks in all should do it,” he said.

He landed another blow to her pussy, centering the slap to her clit. And another slap, and another, until he reached ten. Each time he brought his hand down to chastise her, her bottom hole tightened around his fingers. It was the perfect punishment for an impatient, naughty girl who’d touched herself without permission.

Slowly, he withdrew from her ass and positioned his cock at her pussy. She thrust her center up to meet his engorged rod, and he teased his cock over her bright red, swollen clit. A few slaps had doubled its size. He spread more moisture over the enlarged nub, and her moans turned to whimpers as her frustration and need mounted. He met her eyes and surged into her depths, driving forward hilt-deep while holding her hips in place.

He withdrew a few degrees and slammed into her. Deep. Fast. He released her hips and leaned over her, the heat of their bodies mingling as his urgency grew, pulsing within her wetness. He seized her ear lobe, clamping his teeth down until she cried out. Desire spiraled through him, driving him mad with the need to fully claim her and seal the forgiveness between them. He pumped into her, shaking the bed with his quick, forceful movements.

“Marcus!”

His name on her lips, followed by her body quaking as she came and her muscles contracting around his cock, pushed him over the edge and into a hard release. His balls drew up tight. Stars danced in his darkening vision. He filled Stephie with his seed, groaning deep in his throat as his cock pulsated until the tremors of the powerful quaking in his loins ceased. He withdrew and collapsed behind her, pulling her close to his heart, right where she belonged.

Forever and always.