Page 12 of Punished by the Cowboy
Epilogue
“What are you doing, young lady?”
Liz gasped and stilled at the sudden sight of Jacob standing in the middle of their bedroom. Oh no. She hadn’t heard him come home. His strong presence filled the room, and she gulped hard and wondered how severely he would punish her. Since she’d moved in with him a couple of weeks ago, she’d found herself in trouble a handful of times, and she’d paid the price for each of those misbehaviors, but this was the first time he’d caught her in the act of pleasuring herself.
Shame, hot and searing, coursed through her.
He strode forward, sat on the bed, and yanked the vibrator away from her hands. He turned it off and tossed it on the bed.
Then he cupped her pussy. Hard.
She whimpered and met his steely gaze. His eyes darkened, his nostrils flared, and his jaw tensed. Oh, she was definitely in for it. He would probably make her fetch the paddle. Or—she shuddered—maybe he would remove his belt, fold the leather length in half, and give her a sound thrashing.
Her stomach flipped over and over again, her nerves growing as she awaited his next words. The silence stretched between them, a strangely deafening force, and the tension in the room swelled. She was so embarrassed to have been caught disobeying one of Jacob’s most important rules for her, but she’d been lying in bed, reading one of her books—the type of book she used to get in trouble for reading at work—and one thing had led to another, until finally she’d reached for her trusty pink vibrator.
“You still haven’t answered my question, Elizabeth.” His deep voice had never sounded so stern. “Whatwere you doing? I want to hear you say it. I want your confession.”
“I-I was, um, touching myself. With the vibrator. Just a little bit, though. I mean, it sort of happened by accident, I guess you could say.” After he gave her a disbelieving look, she blurted out, “You said you would be home late!”
He gave her slick mound a firm, almost painful, squeeze. “Who owns this pussy of yours, young lady?”
She groaned and tried to twist away from him, but with his free hand, he grabbed onto her thigh, stilling her movements.
“You, sir,” she finally answered. “My pussy belongs to you, sir.”
“Refresh my memory. Are you allowed to touch your privates without permission, Elizabeth?
“No, sir. I am not. I-I’m so sorry. It won’t happen again. I promise.”
“Well, if you’re not already sorry, little girl, you will be by the time I’m finished with you. You’re going to get a hard spanking on your bare bottom, and then you’ll receive a dozen slaps to your pussy lips. When I said I’d spank your pussy if I ever caught you pleasuring yourself without permission, I meant it.”
Her heart leapt into her throat. Oh God. Would he really spank her pussy? She’d forgotten about this specific promise, and now she wished she could turn back time and simply stay in bed, reading her book like a good girl with her hands nowhere near her privates.
He flung the covers completely off her and lifted her legs up, holding her ankles in one hand. The position, with her still resting on her back, left her vulnerable and exposed. She stared at him, trying to give him her most apologetic look. But it didn’t work. Still holding her ankles, he raised his other hand and brought it down with a loud crack across her bottom cheeks.
“Ouch! Oh, I’m sorry!”
He continued spanking her, delivering firm slaps to the most tender part of her bottom, where her thighs curved into her backside. Tears formed in her eyes and she blinked rapidly to dispel the moisture. She was mortified he’d caught her in such a compromising situation, but she was also deeply ashamed to have disobeyed him.
This wasn’t a playful spanking, by any means. This was a serious punishment, and the disappointment she’d seen reflected in his eyes before he began chastising her wrenched at her heart. Oh, why couldn’t she have resisted temptation?
She sniffled and covered her face in her hands, releasing a sob. He kept spanking her, and occasionally scolding her, until her bottom felt positively aflame. Then he stopped, brought her legs down, and forced them spread wide. He waited until she uncovered her face and met his gaze. Once her eyes connected with his, he placed the tips on his fingers atop her nether lips, preparing his aim.
“Remember. Twelve slaps. If you close your legs during your pussy spanking, Elizabeth, we will start again at number one. Do you understand?”
She quivered and clutched at the covers. “Yes, sir, I understand.”
“Good girl.”
His digits grazed her clit when the first slap fell, pain mingled with a blast of pleasure. She groaned and somehow managed to keep her legs spread for the remainder of her punishment, though it wasn’t easy. When the final slap fell, the hardest one yet, she gave an urgent whimper and fisted the covers until her knuckles turned white. Perspiration trickled down her temple, mingling with her tears, and she fought for air.
“I’m sorry, Jacob. Truly, I am.”
His expression gentled and he stroked her thigh. “I know you are, Elizabeth. Now come here. All is forgiven.” He opened his arms, and she sat up and dived into his welcome embrace, nestling her face against his solid chest.
He wiped away her tears and pressed a lingering kiss to her forehead. Then he tightened his arms around her, and she returned her head to his chest, lulled by the steady beating of his heart.
“I love you, sweetheart, and I’m proud of you for taking your punishment so well,” he said, stroking his fingers through her hair. “I’m a lucky guy. I can’t believe in two short months, you’ll finally be Mrs. Spanko Cowgirl.”
She gave a small laugh. Withdrawing slightly from his embrace, she peered up into his handsome gaze, her heart overflowing with emotion. The stunning two carat diamond engagement ring sparkled on her left hand, and he brought this hand to his mouth and kissed it tenderly, reverently. She cupped the side of his face and sighed with contentment. All the moments in her life, both good and bad, had led up to this moment, and to this wonderful man who loved her just the way she was. Even though her bottom, not to mention her pussy lips, were incredibly sore and achy, she wouldn’t have it any other way.
“I love you, too, Mr. Spanko Cowboy.”
~THE END~