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By the fifth smack, I whimpered. By the tenth, I was crying out.

He spanked all over my bottom for a good long while, from the tops of my cheeks down my thighs to my knees, taking special care to redden the tops.

Those swats stung the most, my cries a clear testament to that.

My bottom was already on fire, and I knew this was just the beginning.

He reached over me, and I lifted my head, watching as his hand wound around the handle of the hairbrush. A fresh wave of panic welled inside me, and I started to beg.

“Please, sir. I’ve learned my lesson,” I pleaded. He paused and my heart leapt. Maybe it had worked, but when he cleared his throat, I knew immediately that it hadn’t.

“Little girl,” he remonstrated, his voice so firm that my lips shut in an instant.

I felt so small just then. I whimpered when the cool flat of the brush pressed against my bare burning cheeks.

“The last time I punished you for defiance, you were simply under my protection. Now, you’re my wife. Not only are you mine to care for, but you’re mine to punish too,” he continued.

He tapped the wooden brush against my ass. It was light, but there was a slight sting to it that warned me just how much the next part was going to hurt.

“I’m sorry,” I tried again.

“I know, little girl, but you and I both know you need this,” he scolded. He tapped the brush again, a little harder this time and I yelped, more from fear of what was to come than the actual stinging bite.

“Yes, sir,” I whimpered.

“Now lift your bottom for me. Show me that you can be my good girl,” he coaxed.

I obeyed, closing my eyes, too nervous to do anything else.

“You’re so beautiful like this, my sweet girl,” he praised.

“Sir,” I breathed.

His hands slipped between my thighs. My juices absolutely soaked my thighs. I hoped that he would let me come after this, even if I had to come like a bad girl.

My pussy tightened with anticipation and the sudden need to feel him inside me overpowered my fear of the spanking I had coming.

“Please punish me, sir. Please punish me so that I can show you how sorry I am, so that I may come for you,” I pleaded.

He didn’t confirm or deny how I’d come for him. Ultimately, I knew that it was going to end with more than just his fingers in my bottom.

This punishment was going to end with him fucking my ass.

The wooden brush lifted away from my bottom and came back down much more firmly.

The sting of the first stroke was immediate and stunning.

The second took my breath away. The third and fourth came far too quickly for me to cope and I suddenly understood why he had pinned me with his leg in the first place.

My arm shot backwards, and he caught me by the wrist before I could try to protect my bottom.

He pinned it behind my back just as the brush struck my ass again.

In my panic, I’d reached back and that could have caused the brush to hit my fingers instead of my bottom. He had acted quickly in an effort to protect me, and my heart splintered into pieces.

This was love in its rawest form, protecting me from myself.

My paddling continued, uninterrupted.

The harsh pain continued to build, the impact of the brush so very concentrated and terrible. I cried out without being able to stop myself.

Then the brush started coming down even harder. His grip on me tightened, holding me in place as the worst part of the punishment started.

I didn’t know how long it went on for. It could have been minutes or hours, but it felt like forever. Very quickly, the sting overwhelmed me, and it wasn’t long after that my eyes started to water.

It stung so very much.

I told him I was sorry. I promised obedience and to never defy him again.

I begged for the spanking to end, but soon enough my pleas devolved to sputtering cries and wails until I broke into tears over his knee.

I sobbed openly as the brush started to slow its descent.

Tears dripped down my cheeks and pooled beneath me on the couch.

My backside was on absolute fire.

I sobbed in relief when the pressure of his leg lessened. He released my wrist, but I didn’t move it. Instead, I lay slumped over his knee as his palm caressed my burning backside while I just focused on pulling myself together. His arms surrounded me and lifted me up into his lap.

“You may stay here in my lap for as long as you need, my sweet little girl. When you’re ready, you will climb off and go bend over the bed,” he said gently.

“Yes, sir,” I whispered, my voice thick with my emotion.

“I love you, my little bride. I hope you know that.”

“I know. I love you too,” I proclaimed softly. I wrapped my arms around his neck, squeezing him hard. His arms were fiercely tight around me. The steady beat of his heart pounded in his chest. The sound of it calmed me faster than I thought possible. Eventually, I wiped the tears from my cheeks.

We sat together like that for a long while.

Ultimately, though, the stinging started to fade and the arousal between my legs began to intensify. As much as I wanted to sit in his lap forever, I needed to come and I wanted to make him come too.

“Sir? I’m ready,” I whispered.

“You know what you need to do, my beautiful little bride,” he reminded.

I nodded against his throat, taking a deep breath before I reluctantly untangled myself from his arms. I stood up on shaky legs.

The walk to the bed was over far too quickly and I couldn’t help but glance over my shoulder to see him watching.

When it came time to bend over for him, I turned away, unable to bear his gaze.

“Your bottom is absolutely gorgeous when it’s been paddled such a bright red, my naughty girl,” he said.

Out of the side of my eye, I saw him stand up from the couch so that he could walk over to me.

Every step seemed to echo around me, and I chewed my lip, nervous and excited that the spanking was over and now I would feel him deep inside me.

I needed his cock now more than ever.

His fingers dragged through the wetness that had dripped down my thighs.

“You need to come for me, don’t you, little girl?”

“Yes, sir,” I begged.

“You should know that you’re not going to come for me like a good girl, my little wife,” he warned.

A choked cry escaped me as my heart skipped a beat. I knew what he meant, but I had hoped that he would grant me mercy after such a hard paddling.

“Sir?”

On the nightstand was a bottle of clear liquid. He walked over to it, and I shifted anxiously as he returned to me.

I knew what was about to happen, but my brain refused to accept it.

He stood behind me and I spread my feet a bit wider and arched my back, hoping to distract him with my pussy so that he would decide to fuck me there instead of somewhere else.

Shame nearly overwhelmed me when he spread open my bottom cheeks and just paused. I knew he was looking at my anus and I wanted to hide.

“Wait. You can’t mean to…”

A cool liquid dribbled onto my bottom hole, and my panic brewed anew, making me mewl in fear.

“Shhh. It’s just lubricant,” he explained gently, and I tried to relax and think of something that might convince him not to take me there.

My words died on my tongue as he circled my bottom hole with the pad of one finger.

He spread the lubricant all around it before pressing his fingertip firmly against it.

I wanted to fight him, but my body wasn’t listening, especially when I looked up to see that he’d placed the awful brush that had spanked me hard enough to cry right in front of me on the bed.

A single fingertip breached the tight band of muscle and I cried out.

It hurt.

I whined as burning pain radiated deep in my bottom, surging up and down my spine.

I wanted to hate it. I wanted to tell him not to take me there, but an even bigger part of me wanted him to do it, needed him to punish me in such a shameful way.

To take my final virginity once and for all.

He pressed that finger all the way to the hilt. Then one became two, stretching me open a bit wider and I hissed. My muscles tensed and the pain became fiercer until my body adjusted to it.

I don’t know why, but my arousal spiked with a vengeance. Soon, I found my hips rising to meet each thrust of his fingers. My clit pulsed and my core started to twist with growing need. He poured lubricant in his palm and then the wet sound of his hand stroking his cock met my ears.

I gasped, knowing what was coming.

“You were a very, very bad girl, weren’t you, my little bride?”

“Yes, sir,” I wailed.

“Very bad girls get their tightest hole fucked,” he warned.

Abruptly, he pulled his fingers out of me. He grasped my hips and jerked me up roughly, putting my freshly stretched bottom hole on complete display. When I felt his cock between my cheeks, I sucked in an anxious breath.

He was so hard, maybe harder than he had ever been.

His cock was also much bigger than his fingers and I tried to push up off the bed before this could get that far. He pushed me back down with a hand pressed between my shoulder blades.

“You’re not going to fit! You’re too big!” I squealed. He slapped my left cheek hard, and I stilled at once, whimpering softly as the hot sting spread for a moment.

“Do I need to use the hairbrush again?”

“No, sir,” I cried. One lesson with it had been more than enough for me.

“I know what you can take, my little wife. Now be an obedient girl for me,” he replied firmly. His hips angled forward, and the head of his cock brushed against my asshole.

When he started pushing that slickened head against my bottom hole, my body began to revolt.

The muscles of my ass clenched around him, but it only served to steady his position as he slowly pressed into me.

I tightened the muscles of my ass and tensed, but nothing I did would prevent his invasion of my ass.

My body wasn’t going to be able to stop this.