Lydia's Penance, page 30
The worry in her brow, the guilt in her eyes, the sadness in the downward tilt of her lips.
“Did you want me to come to your room tonight?” he asked, one hand still pressed against the small of her back, the other sweeping blonde locks away from her face. The soft silk of her hair ran over his fingers smoothly.
“Yes, Sir,” she said, her cheeks flushing hot with embarrassment at her confession. Despite himself, despite his conflicting emotions, Isaac couldn’t help but feel the corners of his mouth tug upwards, trying to smile.
“Why, my dear?”
Something flared in her eyes. An emotion too quickly covered for him to identify. Her voice was a breathy whisper as she leaned into him. “Because I would be very sad and lonely if you did not, I like having you beside me at night... and because... because I earned a punishment.” Her chin tilted up at the end, almost defiantly, like a soldier facing a battlefield, indicating she already knew this punishment would be the worst yet, and still she wasn’t afraid to face it.
The combination of her confession tugged at him. More than just wanting him for the pain he could give her, the washing away of her guilt, she wanted his presence. His company in her bed. The way she was looking at him reached right into his heart and into the emotions he’d been trying to wall away ever since he’d realized she wasn’t a manipulative social climber or dishonorable fortune hunter.
But before they could speak of softer things, Isaac could see she needed to expunge her guilt.
Fisting his hand in the fabric of her robe, he pulled it from her as he spun her around to face his bed. “Go. Bend over my bed.”
She shot him a quick glance over her shoulder, her legs trembling slightly as she moved, but she didn’t pause. Isaac’s bed was higher than hers, putting her at the right height to bend over without having to brace herself the way she would have on her bed. There was no need for a hassock here to put her in the proper position. With her legs slightly spread, her bottom in the air, her bent over position put her directly next to the cane and bowl, which she eyed curiously.
She’d find out what those were for soon enough.
The thin cane beside Lydia made her want to shudder. Obviously, Isaac had already been preparing for her punishment even before she’d knocked on his door, but with the hour growing later, she hadn’t wanted to wait any longer for him. Cordelia had advised her to reach out, and she’d done so, and she was already glad she had.
Although Isaac had been hard and distant when she’d first come into the room, he’d softened quickly. Responded to her overtures. Hadn’t sent her running or rejected her, the way she’d feared he would. That he’d been preparing to discipline her heartened her... that he hadn’t come into her room on his own made her nervous. What if she hadn’t knocked on the door? Would he have come at all? At least now she was here, and she was willing to do whatever she needed to make things right between them again.
The hair on her arms and the back of her neck pricked and stood at attention as Isaac moved up behind her. Reaching into the bowl, he picked up the strangely shaped object within it, and Lydia’s curiosity reached new heights. She knew what the cane was for; she didn’t understand what the other thing was or why it was there.
“Hold still, my dear,” Isaac said, his voice not quite the warm, stern tone that she was so used to, but close. “This is going in your bottom. It will help you keep from clenching your cheeks.”
Lydia’s confusion remained, as the thing was about the size of the smallest dilator Isaac used on her bottom. It had a groove in it, just past the thickest part of it, but even that part wasn’t much thicker than the dilator. The cool, rounded tip pressed against her anus and pushed in. No oil was on it, yet it didn’t scrape at her flesh as it slid past her grasping muscle. She shivered a little at the sensation of being filled - why was it, no matter how small an object entering that space actually was, it felt large? - as Isaac smoothly planted it in her backside.
It nestled into place, her muscle snapping shut around the groove and holding it securely. She still didn’t understand exactly how it was supposed to keep her from clenching but... well, that was strange. There was a tingling sensation, more like a burning... and it was getting hotter!
“Oh!” She squirmed, pushing her fingers into Isaac’s sheets to keep from reaching back and pulling at the thing. There was no doubt her in mind she wouldn’t be allowed to do that, which meant attempting could bring more punishment. “It’s burning!”
“Yes, my dear, and the more you clench, the more the ginger will burn. So try not to clench.”
Ginger?
SMACK!
His hand slapped against her bottom, and Lydia immediately did what he’d advised not to, and clenched. The burn inside her bottom increased, just as he’d said it would, the hot tingling turning sharply blistering, and she cried out.
SMACK!
SMACK!
SMACK!
Isaac started spanking her, with firm, sharp slaps against her bottom. Trying to keep her cheeks relaxed was a struggle, but every time she didn’t the burn increased, and so she quickly found if she just slumped forward on the bed, letting it take all of her weight, it was easier to lay there without dancing about or clenching.
SMACK!
SMACK!
Ooooh, how it burned though! Her bottom was smarting, faster and hotter than ever as she hadn’t had as much time as usual to recover from her last punishment. The insides of her body writhed, the ginger sending hot, tiny needles into her sensitive channel, and Lydia truly hoped she never earned a punishment involving ginger ever again.
What she didn’t realize was the effects of the ginger were spreading from her pink, little rosebud, all the way down to her pussy, which was becoming inflamed and engorged as little trickles of the ginger juice were squeezed by her muscles and dripped down to the sensitive folds of her pussy. She was creaming as hotly as ever, but the sensations in her bottom were so strong she didn’t even notice the tingling in her pussy.
SMACK!
SMACK!
SMACK!
It didn’t take long before Lydia was sobbing into Isaac’s mattress. After all, she was already very sorry for her actions, and now she was even sorrier still. She deserved every second of her punishment, but oooooh how it huuuurt! The surface of her bottom was being seared, the insides were on fire, and she was throbbing both inside and out, and it was even worse when she involuntarily moved!
And when Isaac stopped spanking her, she knew it wasn’t over yet.
“You’re being so good, Lydia,” he said, his voice a soothing croon that warmed her, more because he sounded so much like himself than anything else. “Five strokes of the cane and this will all be over.”
Gulping back a little sob, Lydia clenched her hands into tiny balls. Her bottom clenched in anticipation, but only for a moment before she immediately unclenched as the fire of the ginger flared.
THWAP!
She screamed, high and shrill, as the line of fire scorched her flesh. Immediately, she pressed her face into the bed, shrieking again as her body automatically clenched around the ginger before she could force herself to relax again. A sob shuddered through her body as she realized the agony hadn’t dissipated at all; she could still feel exactly where the cane had struck, just as stinging and searing as when it had landed.
“Good girl. Now you know what to expect. Don’t clench or you’ll just make it harder on yourself.”
THWAP!
The blow landed almost as his words ended, overlapping them, which was good because, otherwise, she probably would have clenched. This time, knowing what was coming, she was just barely able to keep her bottom from squeezing the ginger finger, so the only pain came from the second weal tracking excruciating fire across her cheeks.
THWAP!
She sobbed again... two more... just two more... he was moving them down her bottom in straight lines... just relax... don’t clench...
THWAP!
This swing caught the underside of her bottom, and Lydia screamed again. This time, she couldn’t help the instinctive clench as the lick of fire seared her skin. The sensitive underside of her bottom pulsed as the pain settled in, throbbing with heat.
Only one more... tears soaked the mattress as she sobbed, her body squirming in agony. It wasn’t until her body relaxed, her buttocks unclenching, that the cane fell again.
THWAP!
Her shrill scream felt raw in her throat, but not nearly as raw as the flesh of her bottom, which felt like it had been torn to slices with that last stroke. It had landed diagonally across each of the welts already adorning her backside, relighting the fire in each of them even as it created a new pathway of flames. Lydia choked on her sobs as her bottom spasmed around the ginger. The painful surface of her buttocks was so great that even the inner heat from the ginger didn’t affect her as much.
Or perhaps the ginger was just losing its efficacy. When Isaac pulled it from her bottom, she barely noticed. She was too lost in the shuddering torment of the cane’s bite... but she did notice when he began to slide a dilator into that anguished hole. The cool, slick surface of the dilator felt twice as cold against her burned flesh, making her shiver, and yet soothing her overheated channel as well. She moaned as she was stretched wide; he hadn’t started off with the smallest dilator this time; in fact, she was quite sure he was using the third in the series.
Whimpering as she was stretched, Lydia felt her toes curling as her body was distracted from the hot lines of pain to the uncomfortable ache in her bottom as it was opened. The fullness, along with the burn, had her gasping as she realized how aroused she was after her caning. Part of her wanted to howl with dismay at her indecent reaction, another part of her didn’t care because at least this brutal scourge was followed by shocking delight.
The plug settled into her bottom; heavy and rigid, cooling her flesh and alleviating the worst of the irritation inside of her. Now it was only the outside which was heatedly consuming her.
Then she felt Isaac’s cock pressing against her pussy, seeking entrance to her already overfull body, and she realized what he meant to do.
The well-striped curves of his wife’s buttocks, the white hole stretched around the thick, black plug, and the nearly red, swollen lips of her wet pussy were more than Isaac could have ever asked for. His cock was so excited there was fluid leaking from its tip in rivulets, sliding down his cock. When he’d inserted the plug, covered with cream that would help soothe the ravages of the ginger, he’d intended to remove it before fucking Lydia... but she looked so tempting just as she was that he’d realized he didn’t want to pull it out.
He wanted to see that stark, black base, winking between her red, welted cheeks as he fucked her, to know she was as full as she could be. Positioning his cock at the entrance to her pussy, he found himself grinning almost maliciously at her shocked gasp, as she realized what he meant to do. Looking down at his hard cock against her tiny pussy, her bottom already full with the second largest plug, he could only wonder if it would all fit.
There was only one way to find out.
Lydia groaned and shuddered as he pushed forward, and Isaac found himself panting as his cock nudged into her, fighting for entrance in the tight space. The dilator stretching open her bottom hole made her tighter than ever, in the most enjoyable way imaginable. The hot slickness of her arousal was the only thing which made it possible for him to slide into her; she was so tight it was like her body was fighting him every inch of the way.
“Oh... oh please... It’s too much... I’m so full... Isaac... Oh god...”
Rather than making him hesitate, her pleas only spurred him on as he heard the quiver in her voice indicating she was already near orgasm. Isaac grunted as he pulled his hips back and thrust forward. As he worked himself back and forth in her pussy, he could see the dilator beginning to slide from her ass, and he leaned forward, using his body to press it firmly back into her, sliding along the length of his cock, as he thrust back in. Lydia screamed, throwing her head back, her body arching to lift her ass as the dilator pushed in along with his cock.
Isaac reached beneath her, cupping her breasts and pinching her nipples hard as he slid home. He could feel the heat emanating off of her bottom, feel her shudder as his groin rubbed against the hot welts from the cane and jostled the base of the dilator. Her muscles rippled around his cock, squeezing and massaging its length.
Rolling her nipples between his fingers, Isaac practically crushed the soft flesh of her breasts in his hands as he began to thrust. He used her breasts to pull her body back against him, ignoring her cries and pleas, which alternatively begged him not to stop only to turn and beg him to stop because she couldn’t take any more.
“It’s too much... too much...” She let out a cry as he slammed home again, his body pressing the dilator back into her body. It began to slide out nearly every time he did, until he forced it back in with his return thrust, allowing him to fill her pussy and her ass simultaneously.
“And you’re going to take it for me, aren’t you, my dear?”
Lydia shuddered.
He squeezed her breasts, pulling her back against him for a particularly vicious thrust, and he leaned forward to bite the back of her shoulder. His wife wailed, shuddering, her body coming alive beneath him as she thrashed in abandoned rapture. Her screams of ecstasy were almost tortured as he debauched her completely.
Releasing her shoulder, Isaac bellowed and began to thrust, hard and fast, taking her as mercilessly as he wanted to. Lydia’s cries became higher and higher as he pounded into her from behind, her body clenching around his cock as he savagely fucked her, venting his anger in a physical manner which guaranteed nothing but enjoyment for them both.
Her last scream came at the same moment of his own orgasm, as his balls tightened and his thrusts peaked. Hot, liquid bliss poured out of him, emptying into her at a force which made his own legs feel weak. The grasping muscles of her cunt milked every last drop of ecstasy from him, leaving him gasping as he braced himself on his elbows above her, to keep from crushing her quivering form.
When he was able to gather himself again, he found Lydia to be drowsily insensible. When he asked her if she could move, her lips curved and she murmured back to him, but her words were incomprehensible if they were even words at all. Smugly pleased, Isaac roused himself enough to the duty of caring for her.
The dilator was removed and set aside, he gently cleaned her body, and applied an herbal cream Wesley had recommended to him to her bottom. Then he tucked her into his bed, feeling a strange wave of rightness, of possessiveness, seeing her in his bed. The ducal bed. Her blonde hair was spread out over her pillow, her eyes half-lidded in sleepy muzziness, and he realized he’d been keeping her out of his room because it was too intimate. Made him feel too vulnerable.
But now, he didn’t want her anywhere else. If he had to tie her to him to keep her safe, to ensure she knew who she belonged to, he would. Sliding into the bed beside her, he pulled her against him. With a soft sigh, she snuggled into him, her leg sliding between his, her arm over his side, her nose buried in his chest hair. Looking at her almost wonderingly, he stroked her hair.
There was no way he could have known when he married her that he would come to care for her as he did. That he would even want her in his bed, rather than remaining in separate chambers, away from the manipulator who trapped him. There had been no way either of them could have known her hidden, sensual depths or how well she would match him in the bedchamber.
Far from having to choose between a life with both a mistress and a wife, or a life without fulfilling his needs as he cleaved to his wife only, he had somehow lucked into having everything he’d ever wanted. At least, he could say that now he knew her secrets.
Isaac ran his fingers through her hair and pressed a kiss to the top of her sleeping head. “One day,” he murmured, “you will love me as I love you.”
A moment, and then Lydia stirred in his arms, surprising him, because he had been sure she’d fallen asleep. Her head tilted back, grey eyes big and shocked and filled with... his heart pounded so hard in his chest it was painful. Her hand pressed against his chest, right where it hurt.
“I love you,” she said, her voice breathy, full of wonderment. She blinked. “I do love you, I just didn’t think... I didn’t imagine...”
Isaac pulled her into him, his hand running down to cup her abused bottom. “Didn’t imagine what, my dear?”
She shivered. Lashes fluttered as his hand gently caressed her hot cheeks.
“Didn’t imagine you could care for me,” she whispered, her eyes looking searchingly into his. “Not after... well, not considering everything.”
Leaning over, he pressed a soft kiss to her lips. Felt her soften even further against his body, leaning into him. He pulled away to look at her again.
“Honestly, at first I didn’t think I could either. But I started to anyway, because of your sweetness, your goodness, and I couldn’t reconcile that with your actions. Which was why I wanted to know so badly what you were hiding from me, because I couldn’t protect us, couldn’t protect you, if I didn’t know.” He kissed her forehead again. “Now I know. And I will protect you.”
“I should have trusted you sooner,” she whispered, looking a bit stricken.
“I understand why you didn’t,” he reassured her. Then he grinned, wickedly, and squeezed her bottom - not too hard, but hard enough to make her gasp and press against him, her body shivering with reaction. “Besides, I learned quite a bit about you which I might not have otherwise, my dear. Don’t think this is going to be the end to your punishments... I’m looking forward to punishing you for the rest of our lives together.”
Warmth, love, comfort... Lydia couldn’t believe how safe, how content she was, considering the man she was married to had just told her he was going to abuse her bottom for the rest of her life. Satisfaction washed over her at his words, leaving her floating on a warm, hazy cloud of fulfillment as if he’d spoken to her very soul and promised what she wanted most.
