It wasn’t my place to speak out of turn when I had his collar on, so I remained still and silent. He studied me for several long seconds and then turned.
I waited as he walked over to a short couch and sat down. It was then I noticed the tube sitting on the cushion beside him and I gulped.
“Come across my lap,” he said. “I’m going to spend some time reacquainting myself with your ass.”
He didn’t often have me over his knees, knowing it wasn’t one of my favorite positions to be in. I had a feeling I was in for a long day.
“How long has it been since I’ve spanked you?” he asked when I’d situated myself.
“I don’t know, Master. Maybe five weeks?”
“About thirty-five days.” He started rubbing my backside. “That sounds about right.”
He continued with his rubbing, every once and awhile dipping a finger between my legs, checking to see if I was wet. I was, of course, and every time he checked, he’d bring his finger to my mouth for me to clean.
“I’ve spanked you for your pleasure and I’ve spanked you for your disobedience.” His hands got rougher. “Today I spank you because it pleases me to do so. It’s been thirty-five days, so I’m going to spank you thirty-five times. Fifteen with my hand, fifteen with the paddle, and five with the leather strap. I won’t make you count.”
Apparently, he considered the rubbing a warm up, because when his hand came down upon my flesh for the first time, it definitely wasn’t a swat to prepare me. I grunted.
“Your ass has gotten soft,” he said. “And it’s my job to toughen it back up.”
The first fifteen were hard, but nothing I couldn’t handle. Especially since between swats, he’d play with my clit and drive me right to the edge of release. Even though he’d said I didn’t have to count, I did so anyway in my head and I breathed a sigh of relief when he finished the first set. But he didn’t pick up the paddle like I thought he would. Instead, I felt his slick fingers pressing against my anus.
“Five weeks since I spanked you,” he said. “How long do you think it’s been since I’ve taken you here?”
“Uh, two, mmm, two and a half months.”
He hummed, pressing just inside with his finger. “And in those two and a half months how many times did you use a plug?”
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
“Abigail?”
“None, Master.”
“None? Did it not occur to you that I’d take your ass this week?”
I swallowed hard and told the truth. “It must have slipped my mind.”
He removed his finger. “I’m fucking your ass today whether it slipped your mind or not. And since you’re not prepared, I’ll have to prepare you my way.”
I wasn’t so sure I wanted to know what his way was.
“You brought this on yourself,” he said as a large plug pressed against my tight opening and I flinched. “This is actually smaller than I am and I used plenty of lube. Bear down, take it, and be thankful I’m using it first and not just shoving my cock up your ass.”
I relaxed as much as possible while he pushed the monstrous thing inside me. It stretched and burned going in, but he was right, it was better that he used the plug first. As much as I was gritting my teeth against the sharp pain, I knew it was nothing like what I’d be experiencing if I had to take him inside me first.
I let out a sigh when it slid in all the way, surprised at how full I felt. Ten weeks had made a noticeable difference.
“That’s it,” he said, slipping a hand between my legs and teasing me back into arousal. “Kneel beside the couch and think about how you should have prepared yourself.”
I moved to my knees and into my waiting position while he walked off toward the direction of the bathroom. Water ran for a brief moment and in the silence that followed, I ran through all the opportunities I’d had to use a plug over the last ten weeks. It was true it had slipped my mind, and I knew it shouldn’t have.
He came back into the bedroom and sat down on the couch, placing the paddle and strap beside him. “Look at me, Abigail.”
I lifted my head.
“Did you do some thinking?”
“Yes, Master.”
“And?”
“And I had plenty of opportunity to use my plugs. To prepare myself for you. I’m sorry, Master.” It was the truth. In all my wedding and honeymoon preparations, I should have made sure I was adequately prepared. I almost added, “But I did wax,” then decided against it.
“Apology accepted,” he said. “But since you didn’t prepare for the possibility of anal sex, I’m not going to allow you to orgasm as a result of it. When I take you, it’ll be for my pleasure only. Do you understand?”
Damn it all. My orgasms stemming from anal sex were some of the most intense ones I had. “Yes, Master.”
“I’m glad you see things my way. And just so we’re clear, if you do orgasm without my permission, it’ll be the last one you have for a long time. Understood?”
“Yes, Master.” He’d withheld orgasms from me before, so I knew he wasn’t joking, honeymoon or not.
“Very good.” He patted his lap. “Now come back here so I can continue with your spanking torment.”
Torment was a good word for what he did. My backside was only the tiniest bit sore from the first spanking, so he resumed his rubbing torture. And again he kept me right on the edge of pleasure by teasing my clit and stroking my needy flesh.
“No need to count,” he said, right before bringing the paddle down the first time.
With the plug in place, I felt all kinds of full as it was. Add in his seeking fingers and the paddle that brought just enough pain to be pleasurable and before long I was squirming on his lap.
“That’s a lot of wiggling for a forgetful submissive who won’t be coming anytime soon,” he said, halfway through the set of fifteen. “If you were smart, you’d be still.”
He was right, there was no use in trying to get more friction where I needed it, since it’d be a while before he allowed me to climax. I didn’t even want to think about what would happen if I came without permission.
“Sorry, Master.” I planted my feet firmly on the floor and held on tightly to his calves.
“Seven more,” he said, smacking downward so the paddle landed directly over the plug. It shifted deeper into me and I felt my hips rock against his thigh.
So good. It felt so good.
I closed my eyes as the last six fell. He set the paddle down and ran a finger between my legs.
“Such a wicked girl,” he said. “So aroused after her spanking. I think we may start each day of our honeymoon with a spanking. What do you think?”
Was he really asking me that? How would that work since I wouldn’t be wearing his collar every day? He didn’t expect me to wear it for the next two weeks, did he?
“We’ll have to have this discussion a little later,” he said. “Now isn’t the right time. For now, be very still. I’m going to remove the plug.”
The damn thing was just as uncomfortable being removed as it had been going in. I think I may have cut off the blood circulation to his ankles at one point, I grabbed his leg so tightly.
When it was out, I lay panting across his lap with him stroking my hair. “Good job, my lovely. Next time you’ll make sure you prepare yourself, won’t you?”
“Yes, Master.” Damn straight I would.
“Five more to go,” he said. “I think I’ll let you choose how you’ll get them. You can either stay over my knees and suck my cock in thanks after or you can bend across the bed, but I’ll spank your pussy with the strap for the last two.”
Six months ago, I wouldn’t even have considered it. Spank me there? With a strap? No, thank you! But he’d spent time working me gradually and now, while it hurt initially, the sharp wave of pleasure made it worthwhile. So it was tempting . . .
“I’ll stay across your knees, Master,” I answered.
“Very well,” he said. “Kneel on
the floor and tell me why.”
It was, I swear, his new favorite thing to do, asking me to tell him why. I’d questioned him on it when he first started. His response was that it gave him insight into how and what I was thinking and also helped him know what I did and didn’t like.
I slipped from his lap and knelt by his feet. Since he asked for a reply, I knew he wanted me to look at him while I answered.
“I don’t like being over your knees, but I love having you in my mouth, so based on those two items alone, it’s a wash.”