Her bottom was nice and wet so the sting of the belt would be sharp and memorable. He raised the belt and lashed it against her butt. She yelped loudly but he was already delivering the second strike to her opposite buttock and back again. His arm swung expertly through the air to aim the makeshift whip against her pale, wet flesh, making her head rise to cry out and her body buck as though she were being fucked from behind.
Her body was glorious. So submissive and helpless in his power. It spurred him on to make the strikes firmer, harder, loving the way her rain-soaked buttocks jumped, wobbled and reddened as he did so. The soft backs of her thighs were not to escape his discipline either and they were pink when he brought her whipping to an end. She was sobbing and her legs were shaking when he finished and rubbed his hand over her hot, wet, bare bottom, satisfied.
“Good girl,” he whispered, kissing one burning cheek to soothe it while slipping his fingers between her legs from behind to test whether or not her punishment had made her as slick as he hoped. The urge to take her and complete her taming was urgent despite the weather. “You took that well,” he shouted above the rain.
He grinned. She was heavily damp and not even resisting him when he lovingly stroked her pussy.
“You are nice and wet down there. Just the way I always want you to be from now on when I come to take you wherever we are,” he instructed, continuing her training to become the perfect submissive wife he had always wanted to love, protect and provide for.
“Let me take that ache away from you.”
There was no resistance and she had given several moans, despite herself, when he’d played with the small bud between her thighs. She was deeply aroused from her whipping.
He stripped off his jacket and hurriedly pulled down his zipper while moving behind her. He pulled out his painfully taut long cock and spread her pussy lips with his fingers. Enjoying the way the rain ran down her back and between her folds, he began to nudge his wide girth inside her entrance. With one firm, hard thrust he buried his penis inside her to the hilt. Her body jumped and bucked with the force. Another loud moan of contentment and satisfaction at having been penetrated came from her. She was not alone in her feelings.
He moved fast and urgent inside her, moving his cock so it masterfully stroked at her G-spot. But the punishment wasn’t over yet. He sank his hands in to the wet, brown earth around them as he continued to ram inside her and picked up the clay like substance to smear it over her body. He heard her give a small whimper but then a strange thing happened. She moaned and started to move her body erotically, pushing her bottom back at him quicker. He grinned and continued applying the mud to her body, cupping her breasts with it, over her stomach, down her pussy to coat her thighs and cover her bottom. Then he caught hold of her hair, forcing her head backwards, so he could use it as a rein to ride her and ran his muddy fingers through its length.
“Good girl. Nice and dirty for Daddy.”
He reached underneath her and slapped his dirty hand against her pussy to whip it and then smacked it across her hanging ripe mounds bouncing down from her chest to build her need for him. Shortly after she was panting, moaning, whimpering, screaming with her painful desire.
“Please, I need to come. Please, Daddy let me,” she begged.
“When I tell you and not before,” he grunted at her slowing the pace of his thrusts to keep her on the edge. He gave her some more slaps against her pussy then drove inside her like a man possessed. This wasn’t making love, this was fucking her, fucking her into submission.
“Now you can come. Let me hear you as well as feel you,” he ordered spanking her pussy and breasts one more time, pulling tighter on the rein he had made from her hair. He heard Scarlett give a strangled scream and felt her channel pool with her juice, the muscles of her vagina gripping him tightly to milk him. Almost in unison, his seed spurted hotly as he rode the dizzy, warm, electric, heights of his climax with her until he wasn’t sure where he began and she ended.
Their furious lovemaking made the relationship stronger and slowly, Scarlett allowed herself to relax into her natural submissive role. But when her seizures reprised themselves for the following three nights, the doubt that Alexander would continue to love her reasserted itself. Not even the conclusion from the Consultant’s assessment that they would ease and everything would settle down once the stress of the events going on around her calmed down and stopped influencing them was enough. Once more she tried to leave and free him of the burden making Alexander wonder if he needed to tie her to the bed or even do as he had drastically threatened and confine her to a cage until she saw sense.
The second attempt to abandon him occurred on another glorious hot day. Leaving her sleeping he had gone out to the stables for a ride and to help the grooms muck out. He had plans to turn the stables into a Stud farm and extend some of the area for cattle and already some of them were in the fields. It was so warm he decided to strip off his shirt and ride just in his jeans and a Stetson reminding him of his early days as a ranch hand in his native Southern Louisiana before he joined the army. He was on the way back from his ride when he spotted his little one jumping in one of his Mercedes
