Betrothed by Renee Rose

he'd promised to never punish her in anger when the full meaning of her words set in.  It was his regard that she cared about, not his punishment.  His little wife wanted to please him, mayhap she even loved him.  The thought set off a flare of passion, and he grew hard, his arm tightening around her naked figure.  He lifted her onto her back on the bed and covered her body with his own, kissing her with demand, worshiping her with his hands and mouth, taking her until they both climaxed.
    He lay with her for a while.  But distractions aside, his father had taught him that you never threaten a punishment without carrying through.  He sat up at the edge of the bed and pulled Julia back over his lap into spanking position.  She gave a squeak of dismay and he chuckled.  “I'm sorry, love.  I still have to finish what I started.”  He started over, spanking her again with his hand until her skin had turned a mottled red.  Then he stood her up to face him, cupping a hot cheek in each hand, enjoying the view of her sweet little naked body, the trembling of her lower lip. 
    He put on his sternest look.  “Julia, I may not be yelling, but that doesn't mean that I'm not extremely unhappy with you.  Three times now you've questioned me in front of others, even after I'd chastised you for it.  It is disrespectful to me and it weakens my authority with all who serve me.  Each time you apologize, but then it happens again.”
    The lip tremble grew.  She was starting to lose her composure.  Just a little more lecture was needed.  He improvised.  “I won't make demands of you unless they're important to me.  When I do, I expect you to honor them.  Will you do that for me?” 
    The tears started.  She nodded.  “Yes, Bronson,” she whispered.
    He bent her back over his left knee and picked up the belt, doubling it since he had a short swing with her bent over his knee that way.  He alternated cheeks, holding down her upper back with his left arm to keep her still, as she bucked and jumped with each slap of the stinging leather on her skin.  She cried in earnest now, weeping and sobbing, “I'm sorry!” in a way that made his heart contract.
    After an even dozen, he finished it, lifting her up to cradle in his arms, kissing her forehead and wiping her tears with his thumb.  He lifted her onto the bed on her belly and stroked her back, then lightly stroked her chastised bottom, tracing the lines of the welts with his finger.  She was beautiful.  And he wanted her again. 
    He leaned over and planted a kiss, first on one sore cheek, then on the other.  Then he pulled her hips up, spread her thighs and licked into her core, listening as her sniffles turned into moans of pleasure.  He slid into her from behind and she lifted herself onto her knees and elbows, making a most fetching sight.  He moved gently inside her until she started pushing back against him with a building urgency and he picked up the speed and thrust until they both found their satisfaction again. 
    “I've changed my mind,” she said languorously afterward. 
    “Hmm?”
    “I want you to comfort me in this manner every time you punish me.”
    Bronson threw back his head and laughed.  “Aye, I'm beginning to see why my father's knight found punishing his wife so appealing.  You'd better be a very, very good wife, else I will learn to take great pleasure in seeing you bent over my knee.”
    “I'll be good,” she said in a tiny voice and he laughed again.
    “I know you will,” he said and kissed her. 
     
     
    The End
     

 
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