Lydia's Penance, page 26
Pulling his half-hard rod from Lydia’s swollen lips, Isaac smiled at the slightly dazed, eager look in his wife’s eyes. Her nipples were pressing against the front of her dress, and he knew when he lifted her skirts that he would find her netherlips wet and ready for his cock as well.
“Good girl,” he said, as he helped her to her feet, enjoying the flash of submissive joy in her eyes at the accolade. This was what his friends had meant by Lydia’s submissiveness; her greatest desire was to please him. Not just pleasure him, but actually please him. Isaac was happy to bestow proper appreciation on her for those efforts, as her desire fulfilled his own needs.
In contrast to when he’d put her on her knees for the first time, Isaac soon had them both stripped down completely naked before he put Lydia on her knees again. This time, he had her bent over the foot of her bed with her knees on a hassock. The hassock lifted her body to the perfect height so she could bend over the bed and completely rest her upper body on it, as long as she spread her legs wide enough to rest on each end of the furniture. Doing so relieved her of the need to brace herself with her arms and put her in the perfect position for punishment, the more so because her spread legs made the lips of her pussy just as vulnerably exposed as her bottom.
Standing behind her, crop tapping against his calf, Isaac felt his limp cock twitch as he admired the pretty picture his wife had made. Adding the hassock to her bedroom decor had been a brilliant stroke on his part - especially for times such as now, since she could muffle any shrieks or screams into the mattress before her.
“Have you been naughty, my dear?” he asked, moving the crop to press against the back of her thigh and sliding the square of leather up towards her bottom.
“Yes, Sir, please punish me,” she said immediately. Unlike some of the mistresses he’d played his games with, her reply wasn’t coy or amused; she was completely sincere in her plea, her back arching as her bottom lifted in supplication.
“I suppose you still aren’t going to tell me why you trapped me into marriage?” he asked, although his question had no heat. The crop drew a line across her buttock, over to her bottomhole, and Lydia shivered as the leather brushed across her crinkled hole before moving on to her other cheek.
“No, Sir, I’m sorry,” she said, sounding more contrite than ever. “I can’t.”
“Very well, my dear,” he said, drawing the crop down her other thigh and pulling it away. “Then we shall begin.”
He’d chosen the crop for several reasons. Firstly, it was a quieter instrument than a paddle. While the whip would have been even quieter, it also didn’t have the same kind of sharp bite the crop did, and he felt that tonight, Lydia’s obvious need required a more acute sting. The crop also left nice little square welts, reddening her backside, which he rather liked to look at, and gave him quite a bit of control over exactly where the small leather square landed.
Sometimes he used that control, other times, like now, he didn’t. He swung at random, keeping Lydia guessing as to where on her buttocks, thighs, and pussy the crop might fall. The intensity of each of his blows was similarly random. Her body jerked and rippled in response, little shrieks quickly muffled as she turned her face into the mattress. The loudest responses came when the leather square snapped against the pink, wet flesh of her pussy, making her body shudder against the bed.
Remembering what Alex had said about Hyde’s use of a spoon, Isaac curved his wrist and purposefully snapped the end of the crop against Lydia’s crinkled hole.
Her response was immediate and agonized, her muffled shriek louder than ever as her hips jerked forward. Positioned flush against the bed as she was, there was nowhere for her to go, and her hands immediately came back to try and cover the area. Isaac snapped the crop harshly against the back of her thigh.
“Hands back on the mattress, Lydia,” he said sternly, watching as her shoulders heaved a sob. Once he gave the order, however, she obeyed, and her hands immediately fisted into the sheets to help hold them in place.
Just to test her, Isaac aimed for her bottom hole again. And again.
Each time she shrieked and shuddered, jerking away as much as she could, her buttocks bouncing slightly as she clenched, but she didn’t put her hands back again. Isaac rewarded her by landing the crop directly on her swollen clit, which had her jerking and shuddering for an entirely different reason.
He kept up the stinging assault until her bottom and the backs of her thighs were speckled with little red welts, her pussy was dark pink and her clit impossibly swollen, and her bottom hole was a dark, angry red. Not that it had taken more than a few swats to turn the delicate skin of her rosebud a dark hue, but Isaac had taken great enjoyment in doing so. Her pussy was weeping honey, practically coating the tops of her thighs with her arousal, and Isaac’s cock was fully erect again in response to the erotic punishment.
“Stay where you are, my dear,” he said as he put the crop down. He went over to the nightstand where he’d left a few more of his implements of pain and pleasure, including the dilators and oils he’d used on her last time. “It’s time to stretch that naughty bottom of yours.” He thought he heard a faint moan from her direction, but with her face pressed against the mattress, he wasn’t entirely sure.
Chapter 16
Digging her fingers into the mattress, Lydia gritted her jaw. She was on fire... molten need filling her insides, her skin flaming from the crop on her outside. As much as she might try, she couldn’t quite rub herself satisfactorily against the mattress pressing into her mound. The hassock Isaac had her kneeling on was deviously awful in the most erotic manner. Every last bit of her privates was exposed and vulnerable to his eyes and discipline, and yet she was situated so she couldn’t seek out any pleasurable relief no matter how her body ached.
The closest she could come was by rubbing her nipples against the textured fabric of her comforter, which only teased her more.
This cropping had been much harsher than the previous one, he’d shown absolutely no care of where the crop had fallen - and when he had directed it, he’d done so with devious and painful intent. Lydia had never felt anything so painful as the leather’s strokes against her anus. The pain had exploded through her, followed almost immediately by a tightening in her core, which she couldn’t understand. The sensitive nerve endings there were still burning with the lingering flickers of agony.
And he was going to put one of those awful rubber bullets in that already painful hole?
Yet she didn’t even think about protesting. Not even as he moved behind her and she felt the slick, hard head of the smallest bullet pressing against that distressed orifice. Isaac worked the dilator back and forth, keeping up a running commentary the entire time, which had her blushing at his lewdness.
“That’s it... I can see your pretty hole opening up... it’s quite redder than usual from the crop... like pursed lips being stretched open for a tiny cock...”
Lydia whimpered, although she wasn’t sure if it was his words or the uncomfortable sensation of being stretched open that made her do so. The feeling of fullness was both strange and perversely erotic, even as her inner muscles burned at the forced opening.
“Just a little deeper... good girl... you’ve taken the whole thing.”
She would have moaned with relief, but rather than removing it entirely or just leaving it in place, Isaac began thrusting the dilator back and forth, imitating the act she knew was to come. The strange sensation of the rubber moving inside of her virgin channel, slickly stimulating her sensitive flesh, left her gasping and her inner muscles spasming. Her pussy contracted, emptily, as if not understanding why it was left unfilled.
“Good girl, your ass is taking this one quite easily now, I think you’re ready for the next size up.”
Repeating his ministrations, Isaac stretched Lydia’s hole further, continuing to praise her and provide commentary on her progress as he used the smaller of the medium sizes to open her rear entrance. Lydia found herself panting for breath, just as she had the last time, as she tried to accustom herself to the slightly cramping feeling of fullness. When Isaac began to press in the third one, which was the second largest of the four, she couldn’t help but cry out as her insides burned and ached at the invasion.
He moved it back and forth, always pressing it further, reminding her she was receiving this punishment because she’d been naughty. Remembering what she’d done that day, Lydia couldn’t argue with his assessment even though he didn’t know how naughty she’d been... truly, she deserved far worse, but when he announced he wasn’t going to use the largest dilator on her, she breathed a sigh of relief.
Trepidation moved back in when he ordered her to turn around and sit down on the hassock... without allowing the dilator to slip from her backside.
Her muscles tightened around the invader as she moved carefully, turning to face her husband. The look on his face was one of pure lust as he watched her every move; his cock was straining in front of him, as if it was reaching towards her, and Lydia felt like whimpering again at the sight of its long, thick length, which she knew would soon be buried where the dilator was. Sitting on the hassock caused her to cry out as the fabric - which had felt perfectly fine to her knees - abraded the welted and sensitive flesh of her bottom, and the weight of her body pressed the dilator firmly into her clenching hole.
Immediately, her thighs pressed together as her body neared climax. Strong fingers slid between her knees, wrenching them apart, and Lydia keened at the loss of pressure on her pulsing pussy. Her eyes opened to find her husband’s face only inches from her own, his expression somehow both amused and stern.
“Now, now, my dear, this is punishment, not pleasure. You will not climax until I tell you that you may.” His command made her shudder and a small voice inside of her felt as though it was shouting yes. This was what she wanted. What she craved. “Keep your legs open. Put your hands together and lift them above your head, I want you to lean back against the bed as much as you can.”
The new position also had her leaning back against the dilator, which felt like it was so deep inside of her, she didn’t think Isaac’s cock could possibly fill her as much. And yet, having seen the dilators and knowing their comparable size, she knew that wasn’t true - he would go deeper still. The thought made her core pulse. Her breasts thrust up as she leaned back against the bed, her arms above her head, and she nearly whimpered again as she realized how blatantly her position offered them up to Isaac.
His eyes, as the pink-tipped, creamy mounds pressed up towards him, were filled with lust and appreciation.
In some ways, this was even more harrowing than offering up her bottom and pussy to him, because now she could see his expressions, she could watch as he lifted the crop and swung it towards her breasts. She no longer had the mattress to muffle her cries as the leather bit into her soft breast, leaving an angry red mark in its wake. Her head fell back, thrusting her breasts up further, as she rested it against the mattress, panting with the effort not to cry out.
The crop swung again and again, sharp bites of pain that pulsed from her soft breasts down to her core, making her anus tighten around the thick dilator, and enhancing the feeling of alien fullness. The mix of pain and pleasure, fullness in her bottom and emptiness in her pussy, of abject submissiveness as she offered up her breasts for more punishment, was making her feel nearly dizzy with arousal. Each snap of the crop against her breasts sent her soaring a little higher, and when the leather splatted flatly against her nipples, one after the other, she had to bite her lip to keep from screaming at the intense sensations rushing through her. Her body was quivering, on the brink of climax, and she inwardly prayed he would move the crop to her pussy next, to the hot, swollen button that was just begging for contact.
Instead, he dropped the crop to the ground and stepped forward to cup her battered breasts, squeezing them with rough fingers and seeking out her throbbing nipples to pinch. Lydia nearly sobbed with the pulsing need that ached in her empty pussy.
“Please... Sir... please, I need to... I need to climax.... Oh please...” The words bubbled to her lips; she didn’t even care that she was begging as long as he let her cum... gave her the stimulation she needed to orgasm...
“No, my dear,” he said in a soft voice, accompanying his denial with an extra hard pinch to her nipples. “You may cum when I’m buried deep in your ass, or not at all.”
As if in response to his words, her anus spasmed as he rolled her nipples between his fingers, her inner muscles clutching at the hard rubber as the imagery of his crude language created a depraved, erotic tableau in her imagination.
“Stand up now, my dear,” he said, his voice low and cruel and completely sensual. His fingers used her nipples to draw her upwards and Lydia felt her knees trembling so badly she wasn’t sure she’d be able to stand. Not that he wanted her to for long.
Almost immediately, she found herself turned around and back on her knees, bent over the mattress. Her abused breasts were flattened beneath her body, throbbing from being cropped and almost itching from having her sensitive skin pressed against the comforter’s fabric. As Isaac drew the thick plug from her bottom hole, Lydia moaned into the mattress, her fingers spasming as her lower body clenched and shuddered at the sensation. The emptiness felt strange, but she knew it would only last for a moment before he was filling her there again, this time with his cock.
Her pussy throbbed.
The thick length of the dilator slid easily from Lydia’s stretched opening, leaving her virgin opening gaping slightly as it was emptied. The reddened rim quivered above her pouting pussy with its swollen, slick lips, both entrances tempting him for different reasons. But Lydia had asked to be punished.
He pressed his hands against her red-speckled cheeks, spreading them open and simultaneously pushing her against the bed to trap her, holding her in position, as the oiled head of his cock pressed against her anus. Isaac watched as that small hole stretched even wider than it had for the plugs, the little wrinkles smoothing out and the red rim turning white as it opened for his cock. Her bottom wriggled against his hands, and he could feel her groan in his fingertips as she opened for him.
The gleaming length of his cock, liberally smeared with the same oil he’d used on the dilators, looked impossibly large next to her tiny entrance. A woman’s body was an amazing thing, truly, to take such punishment and then find such pleasure. Isaac flexed his hips and the head of his cock fully entered her body, accompanied by a small, muffled cry from his wife.
The hot, tight vise of her sphincter gripped him just below his sensitive head; the heat from her hole was incredible, and Isaac closed his eyes as he held himself still, giving her a moment to adjust to the thick girth of his cock. The fourth dilator, the one he hadn’t used on her, was actually thicker than his cock, but the last one she’d held in her bottom was thinner, meaning his rod would be the largest thing she’d ever had in her backside. Perhaps one day he’d use the largest one, if she’d been particularly naughty. Make her hold it in her backside while he tortured her breasts and pussy, and then keep it in while he fucked her.
His cock jerked at the thought, sliding slightly deeper into Lydia’s gripping anus, and both of them moaned at the sensation.
With his hands holding her bottom open, Isaac could feel every quiver, every catch of her breath against his palms. Very gently, he drew back just a bit and then thrust forward, sliding in an inch or so and enjoying her strangled cry. He’d primed her as completely as he could before moving her into position to take her ass, knowing her heightened state of arousal would help her cope with the deflowering of her last virginity.
“Good girl,” he crooned, soothing her by rubbing his hands over her chastened cheeks, feeling the heat from the many square-shaped welts as he reignited her nerves. “You’re so hot and tight, my dear, it feels like you’re squeezing the blood right out of my cock.”
A shudder went through her body, and he grinned wickedly. His Lydia liked dirty words accompanying dirty deeds; the more crude he was, the more she seemed to enjoy it. Isaac had found himself talking much more than he had with any other lover, just to enjoy her reactions. His hips flexed again, and he pressed deeper, wallowing in the hot sensation of her ass griping him, her agonized gasps for breath in time with each pulse of her inner muscles.
“Just a bit more,” he murmured, sliding his hands up to her hips, still holding her in place, pinning her to the bed, but not quite as lewdly as when he’d spread her cheeks. The last few inches of his cock gleamed outside of her body, her anus stretched tightly around his shaft, her reddened cheeks quivering as he rocked back and forth, impaling her further on the hard length of his rod. He was so hard his cock felt like steel, and yet he didn’t feel the same urgency to take her hard and fast as he would have if he hadn’t already spent himself in her mouth so recently. That really had been an inspired idea; now he had more control over himself to keep from hurting her, as well as giving him the willpower to take his time with punishing her bottom, inside and out.
Lydia bucked slightly, and he lifted one hand from her hip to slap her ass. She cried out into the mattress, her muscles immediately clenching around him as the rest of her body shuddered.
“Be careful, my dear, I’m trying to take my time, you would do well not to impale yourself faster than you’re ready for,” he said sternly, returning his hand to her hip and pinning her more firmly.
“Yes, Sir,” she responded, her voice sounded choked, confused, aroused. Her upper body writhed against the mattress and she whimpered.
Holding himself in position for just a moment longer, Isaac then withdrew and thrust forward hard, burying his length entirely in her ass. Lydia cried out, pressing her face down to muffle the noise, and her muscles spasmed, convulsed, rippled around his cock. Groaning, Isaac tightened his fingers on her hips, allowing himself to enjoy the sensations for a long few seconds before he began to drag his cock out.
