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I paled when the first stab of pain arced through me.

His cock was so much bigger than his fingers. It stretched me so much wider.

The cruel, delicious agony compounded on itself, growing more intense as he forced the entire head of his cock inside my asshole. I cried out and begged and clutched at the sheets beneath me, but none of it stopped him.

His taking of my ass was about forcing my surrender. It was a punishment that would be far more shameful than anything else.

It would be this moment that I would remember above everything else.

Not the hand spanking or being put over his knee or even the terrible sting of the hairbrush that had brought me to tears.

No. It would be the moment his cock penetrated my already burning bottom while I screamed, the moment I realized that this was how bad little girls were punished, the moment I realized that a very shameful part of me needed to be taken this way.

Without a doubt, I would come with his cock imbedded in my ass.

He wanted the ultimate surrender, and he was going to take it.

With every inch of his huge cock that slid relentlessly into me, I felt my body involuntarily give way. The deeper he sank into me, the more I struggled until at long last, his hips were flush against my burning backside.

A high keening note issued from my throat as I writhed under his inescapable control. It felt so wrong to have him inside my tightest, most private hole like this, but my clit was throbbing harder than ever before.

He kept still and my muscles tensed around him, over and over again.

“You’re nervous, little girl,” he observed.

“Yes, sir.” I gasped, spasming again. He groaned and drew his cock, slowly, all the way out of my asshole.

Then he made me suffer all over again the hot pain and humiliation of starting over, pushing the fat head of his cock back into my tight, tiny hole and forcing his entire length back inside again.

Once his hips were pressed against my cheeks again, he brought his left hand down on my flank sharply, three times, making me yelp in surprise.

Then he began to pump slowly, forcing me to feel every thick, iron inch as he slid in and out of my asshole.

My pussy tightened reflexively, empty and jealous.

“You’re right to be, my bad girl. I’m going to punish you with my cock,” he said darkly, slowly moving his hips a bit faster than before.

With the same hands that had defended my life last night and spanked me to tears this morning, he took hold of my hips and yanked me backwards, holding me where he wanted me as he began to fuck me steadily.

I heard myself panting as I fought to deal with the pain.

After a few minutes, he shifted me just enough so that he could slip one hand beneath me.

He started teasing my clit so lightly that I shuddered as a jolt of pleasure shot straight through me, igniting my nipples and the depths of my core.

“Please, sir,” I begged, gasping.

My need had grown to terrifying levels. I could not, for the life of me, keep it under control. Droplets of slick arousal rolled down my thighs, one after the other in a shameful display that exposed just how much it turned me on to be taken by him like this.

Ryker was even more perfect than I could have ever hoped for.

“You may come as many times as you like, but this isn’t going to end until my seed marks the deepest parts of this pretty little hole.”

A tiny gasp escaped me just as he entirely pulled free of me again. Then, without hesitation, he slammed back inside to the hilt, and my first punishment fucking began.

With every thrust, a spasm of agony spiked deep through my bottom, cascading up and down my spine.

My asshole tensed, squeezing around his cock.

Nothing I did made him slow down. If anything, the pace only increased.

His fingers taunted my clit, pressing down more firmly and making it harder for me to fight the need growing inside me.

When I cried out, he groaned in pleasure.

When I screamed in climax for the first time, he roared and fucked me harder.

He was enjoying this.

That first orgasm hit me like a freight train. Coming from seemingly out of nowhere, I wasn’t prepared for the sheer agonizing intensity of it. I screamed and writhed beneath him, arching my back and taking him deeper inside my ass.

My hips rocked and my inner walls spasmed, clutching emptiness because he was fucking a hole that was never meant to be used this way.

My release ripped through me. By the time it finally came to an end, my entire body was tingling, and I was spent.

That meant nothing to him. The fucking didn’t stop. Ryker just kept going, driving relentlessly in and out of my blazing ass. It hurt even more now that I’d come.

“Please! It hurts so bad,” I begged.

“I know, little girl. It’s supposed to.”

I moaned, but my body started responding to him again. Before I was ready for it, another orgasm was upon me, crashing over me like a tidal wave and tearing me to pieces all at once. He didn’t stop then either.

He just kept going, pounding my ass without mercy.

I whimpered, thoroughly punished by both his hairbrush and his cock. The longer it continued, the more it hurt and the more my core spiraled with pleasure despite everything I did to fight it.

There was no doubt in my mind that I was going to come a third time.

I also knew that it was going to be far more painful than delightful.

This time, I felt the orgasm coming and I feared it.

It rose through my calves, into my thighs, and settled somewhere I couldn’t name as his cock punished me. I was sore everywhere, but my tormented asshole hurt the most, unlike anything I’d felt before.

“Come for me, my bad girl,” he demanded.

My body surrendered and I broke for him again, hoarse screams tearing from my throat.

Exquisite, painful bliss surged through me as he roared.

His grip on my hips tightened as he slammed his own against my tender cheeks, impaling me on his punishing cock.

When I heard Ryker’s feral yell and felt the first blazing hot jet of his seed deep inside my bottom, an unholy, primal sound tore from me, and I was coming harder than I had ever come before in my life.

I shattered.

I surrendered.

I gave my husband everything that I could give.

Tears coursed down my cheeks, not just from pain, but from soul-obliterating pleasure. My orgasm raged as one spurt of his seed after the next painted my insides. My muscles milked his cock of every drop, and I savored the burning sensation from all of it.

I felt like a very well-punished little girl.

He leaned over me, breathing hard, his cock still all the way inside my ass, and pressed a gentle kiss on the back of my neck.

“There’s my good girl. You came so very hard for me, didn’t you?”

“Yes, sir,” I said, my voice hardly audible at that point. He pulled out slowly and my face burned when I felt his seed drip from my well-used hole. He gathered me in his arms and lifted me into his lap.

“You’re my forever, Naomi. No matter what, I’ll always be there to protect you. I love you.”

The love and passion in his voice sent another cascade of tears down my face.

“I love you too, Ryker, with everything I am,” I sniffled, curling up tight against him.

The images of the spanked woman from the ancient wedding album flashed to mind for the first time in a long while.

I remembered the shock and shame I felt when I had first seen those pictures.

I remembered my confusion when I saw the look of love on the groom’s face as he was seemingly hurting his wife, and the adoring submission of the bride.

Now, though, as I thought of her blushing face, there was one critical difference in how I would look at each of those photos from this day forward.

Now, I understood them. Completely.