Smokin' Spanking Sex
"Over the Line," a Licorice Whips erotica story by Terri Pray
A Little More Please, by China Hamilton (prints available at ObsessionArt.com)
"I can't believe you've dragged me to this thing, Dan." Bella sighed, rolled her eyes, and downed the remains of her chocolate martini. "You know I hate these things."
"And you're well aware that being my wife means that you attend these functions, with a smile on your face, and your temper under control." Dan leaned forward, resting one hand on her wrist, his fingers tightening slowly. "So, I suggest you remember that this is business before you open your mouth again."
"Or you'll do what? Ground me?" She rolled her eyes and twisted the stem of the glass in her free hand. "Drop the big daddy act. It's not impressing me. Just because I married you, doesn't mean that I have to do what you say. It's about time you got that through your grey haired skull."
Dan didn't move his hand. "Perhaps you forgot the ‘obey’ part of your vows?"
Bella bared her teeth in a false smile and yanked her hand out of his grasp. "We both know that the only reason I married you, Dan, was to get away from my mother. I'm not about to obey you. Not now. Not ever."
Dan's gaze narrowed, his eyes dusky. "Why?"
"Because I bow down to no man, let alone one old enough to be my father." A mistake, marrying Dan had been a mistake, one she'd rectify as soon as she had enough money put to one side. Of course, it wasn't something she'd rush into. No, the last thing she wanted now was to be deprived of the money he'd spent so long building up.
"This is a discussion we'll continue at home, wife." His voice dropped into a dark, cold whisper.
Bella blinked and stared at him. How much had he had to drink? She glanced down at his glass. Iced water? She replayed the night in the back of her mind. Had she seen him take even a single alcoholic drink?
No.
Odd, he normally had one, no more when he was driving. But not tonight. What the hell had gotten into him? Well, she wasn't going to play this game with him.
"I believe you should stay in the second bedroom tonight, Dan." She glanced around, looking for one of the waiters. "Until your temper has cooled, I have no desire to share a bed with you." I've no desire to share a bed with you ever again, you limp old fool.
Limp – the man had barely even touched her. What was wrong with him?
Maybe he likes men?
There was always that possibility. He certainly didn't seem to like her sexually. After their first disastrous night together, he'd not tried to touch her again.
"I believe it is time we left, Bella." Dan pushed back from the table. "I'll have the car brought around."
Bella snorted, and flicked back a stray lock of auburn hair from her eyes. "I'm not ready to leave, I'm having too much fun."
"You've had enough to drink." He nodded to a valet before he walked around to the back of Bella's chair. "Stand. Now."
"Or you'll what, make a scene in front of everyone? I don't think so. You need these people, if they can be called that, I don't. No, I think I'll stay here and have a little more to drink."?
Dan's voice dropped into a low whisper, cold and piercing. "Either you'll walk out with me now, or I'll carry you out over my shoulder, your panties down your thighs as I spank you on the way to the car. Believe me, after the way you've behaved, most of the men and women here would applaud and you'd never be able to look them in the eye again."
Heat flushed across her cheeks and between her thighs. She swallowed hard, looked at Dan and looked away. "You – you wouldn't…"
"Try me." He didn't blink.
Bella's chest tightened even as her nipples hardened beneath her dress. What had gotten into him? She didn't recognize the man who stood in front of her. Her husband was always such a gentle soul, or perhaps passive would be closer to the truth.
"Your move, my wife. I'll give you five seconds to decide."
She tipped her chin, glaring at Dan. "You win, this time."?
"This time, and every time from this moment on. That's something you will learn and will accept. He took hold of her arm and led her toward the door and the waiting car.
Fine, he's won this time, but it will be different when we're home. I won't let him do this to me. No, I'll punish him. Yes, she'd find a way to make him pay for this.
"In." Dan shoved her toward the car.
She glowered but got into the passenger seat. Folding her arms would have been childish, but that didn't stop the urge from pounding on the back of her mind. "I mean it; you're sleeping in the spare room tonight."
Dan didn't reply.
"Ignoring me won't help," she snapped, her hands clenching into tight fists on her lap. "I'm not going to be treated this way. I'm your wife, not a pretty decoration to be shown off, and I…"
"You are mine and will be treated in whatever manner I so wish. Live with it." He didn't even look at her. "When we get home we'll discuss this fully. And you will listen to what I have to say."
There was something in his voice that sent a shiver through her being. A tone she couldn't place, yet couldn't ignore either. Her pulse raced. Her inner walls clenched and a warm, damp pleasure seeped between her thighs. Aroused? No, how could she be aroused by him? He'd never managed such before. Not even the thought of his riches had helped her there, though of course she'd managed to fake it well enough during their courtship and on their wedding night.
"I don't know what game you think...ahhh!" Bella gasped, arching in her seat.
Dan's hand had tangled into her hair, forcing her head back. "Silence."
"But I…"
His grip tightened and a fresh wave of pain darted across her scalp. "I said silence. Don't make me repeat myself again, Bella."
She eased the tip of her tongue over her lips, wetting them softly. Her back was arched tight. Her breasts pressed against the soft material of her designer gown. Her nipples pebbled, aching for his touch. Anyone's touch.
What had happened to him? This wasn't the man she'd married, not by a long shot. Her Dan had been weak, easy to control. Or at least he hadn't fought her that hard. He'd often given her an odd, sideways look, and then let her go on her way. Not now, though.
His grip eased from her hair. "We will finish this discussion when we are home, Bella. Until then, you'll sit there, hands in your lap, and remain silent. Nod if you understand me."
Bella nodded.
"Good."
Silence consumed the car. Bella sat there, exactly as he had ordered, trying hard to control the emotions that rolled a devastating path through her trembling body.
If she moved, or spoke, what would he do? Grab her hair again? Pull off to the side of the road? Her breath caught in the back of her throat, a wave of heat and need washing through her body in a way she'd never experienced before. She'd always been the one in charge when it came to men. This wasn't how she liked it.
Was it?
Her core clenched. Her clit throbbed. Every fiber of her being wanted to know more, wanted to know how far he would take this. Every part of her except the small voice at the back of her mind that screamed “no!”
The car pulled into the drive and Dan turned the engine off. "Good, it appears you can be taught, after all."
This has gone far enough. "I don't know what sort of game you think you're playing, but I'm done with it." She growled and reached for the door.
"I didn't give you permission to speak, or move." His hand was back in her hair, tight and merciless. "Not a wise move."
Bella struggled, but the grip in her hair was too much. She couldn't fight the pain he inflicted on her. Her scalp was assaulted by a rain sharp stabs that brought tears to her eyes. "Let me go!"
"No, I've already let you get away with far too much. That ends. Now. You're about to learn your place within this relationship." He let go of her hair and got out of the car. He strode around to her side and yanked her door open. "You can either get out under your own steam, or I can drag you out."
He wouldn't…
Judging by the way he's been acting, yes he would.
Shit, that meant she had to get out, or be dragged. She took a deep breath and slipped out of the car, standing up slowly as she tried to avoid meeting his gaze. She'd have plenty of time to calm him down later on. Wouldn't be that hard. Maybe a blowjob? Yeah, that normally worked with men.
"I'm sorry, Dan. I just – it was a long day and I wasn't thinking." She reached out and stroked two fingers slowly along his arm. "Forgive me?"
He took hold of her wrist and lifted her hand away. "I said, we'll discuss this inside."
Bella swallowed hard and nodded. Fine. That hadn't worked. Plan B then. Did she have a plan B? The blowjob. Ah, yes, right.
Dan eased his hand up her arm, settling his grip just below her elbow. "Move."
She winced and tried not to fight him as he pushed her toward the door. If he got out of hand, she could always call the cops. In fact, that would work in her favor when it came to the divorce. She smiled, and lifted her chin. Yes, she could always claim he'd been abusive from the first and then say this was the first time that she'd been able to summon the courage to report him.
The door slammed shut behind them. "Upstairs."
"Sure, whatever you say," she rolled her eyes, but kept her voice calm. Play along, that's all she had to do, play along, and then…
"Lose the attitude, it's not fooling anyone," he growled and pushed her into the bedroom. "I'm tired of your games, Bella. This is my house, my rules, and you're going to learn to respect them." He thrust her toward the bed. "You're long overdue some correction."
"Fine, get the lecture over and done with."
"No, I think we're well beyond a simple lecture." His gaze seared a path across her body, then he sat down on the bed, reached for Bella and yanked her across his lap. "I should have done this a long time ago."
"What the fuck!" She struggled, his grip tight on the back of her neck as he held her in place. Reality hit her about the same time as Dan flung her skirt up around her hips. "No. You can't!"
"Try and stop me."
The first crack landed across her panty-covered ass. "Ah, you can't can you? You don't have the strength." The second smack landed, just as hard as the first.
Bella howled, kicking, struggling as she tried to fight her way free. Dan held her firmly across his lap, giving her no room to move. Heat rolled across her buttocks, pain followed in its wake. She gasped, twisting, writhing as she desperately reached for the edge of the bed to try and pull herself free from his lap.
"The more you fight me, the more it will hurt." His fingers slid into the waistband of her panties. "And these are coming off."
He didn't even raise his voice.
"No, please! Don't do this to me! You have no right!" Her fingers tangled into the sheets and she pulled.
"You're my wife, I have every right to chastise you when you've stepped out of line." He tore the panties free from her body.
"Since when!" She pulled hard on the sheets a second time, trying to force him to move. It didn't work. Her hips stung from the panties’ forcible removal. Her clit ached, shame flushing across her cheeks. She couldn't be enjoying this. She just couldn't. It didn't make sense. She wasn't the type of woman who enjoyed being tossed around, or manhandled.
She was the one in charge. Not him. Never him!
So, why am I the one with a naked ass, pinned over his lap?
"Bella, save your breath for crying, or screaming." He tossed the torn panties aside. "You're going to accept your punishment, and then thank me for it. Is that understood?"
"No. I don't understand any of this. J—just let me up and—and we'll talk." She swallowed hard and let go of the sheets. "Please, Dan, lets just talk for a bit."
He traced his fingertips over her naked ass. "You really think I'm going to believe you'd listen this time, Bella?"
Her bottom lip caught between her teeth. Tell him yes. Tell him anything as long as he lets you go. She took a deep breath, clearing her mind before she spoke. "No…" Shit, why did I say that?
"Ah, honesty at last. Good." He lifted his hand away from her ass. "I am in charge here."
She sighed, relaxing for a moment. His hand smacked down, hard, fast, and without mercy against her backside. She howled, arching across his lap. Her legs scissored. She sobbed, twisting, trying to get away even as her core clenched. Heat coating her inner walls. "No, please, don't!"
"Yes…" Five more smacks lashed out against her bare buttocks.
She cried out even more, twisting, sobbing across his lap even as his cock hardened and pressed against her belly. The more she writhed, the harder he became and the deeper her own responses became. She pressed her thighs together, praying he wouldn't notice how her desire glazed her nether lips. Or the scent that even now reached her nose. A scent that could never be disguised as anything other than arousal.
"Hmm, seems we have a reaction here." He dipped his hand between her thighs, forcing them apart. One finger pressed her open and a deep chuckle filled the air. "Well, well, well. So, the spoiled brat has a submissive side to her nature, after all."
"No! I mean – I – you can't – it's not me." She gasped even as his finger slid, fully, into her clenching core. Her hips bucked, a deep whimper torn free from between her lips. "D—don't do this to me."
"Why ever not? You obviously need this, and the correction I'm offering you. A simple touch between your sleek thighs tells me that, or do you say that your body is lying, my wife?"
"No – I don't know. This isn't normal!" This wasn't happening to her. Oh, yes it is.
"Normal for who? How would you know, Bella?" He tangled his free hand into her hair and forced her head up. "Perhaps you simply need a strong hand?"
She wanted to deny it, but between the grip in her hair and the hand between her legs, coherent speech had ceased to exist. Tears slipped down her cheeks; hunger, fear, and something else coiled themselves around her heart.
Something soft, yielding, and gentle that reached out for the hand he offered.
"Surrender," he whispered.
The word tugged at her soul.
"Surrender and know peace," he eased up on her hair, stroking his fingers through the long lengths.
No, yes. Gods. I don't know what to do.
His finger moved between her thighs, her buttocks stinging from the spanks, and her pride well and truly bruised. A soft roll moved through her hips as she pressed herself back against his hand.
"Your body has spoken, even if your voice refuses to co-operate," his voice little more than a soft growl. He eased his hand out from between her thighs and slapped down, three times, on her bare buttocks.
Bella sobbed, her head hanging low, hair slipping down over her eyes. She didn't fight him now. She couldn't. Not when she now knew that her body desired this – this strength that he offered.
"You knew it was wrong to treat me in such a disrespectful manner. You knew, and yet you did it. Perhaps you thought me too weak to bring you to heel? Well, those times are over and done with, aren't they my dear?"
Without thinking, she nodded.
Each new slap brought a soft cry of pain. Her thighs clenched. Liquid heat coated and seeped down over her skin. She whimpered, her eyes half closed as she remained held in place over his lap.
Pain faded into pleasure. A pleasure that seeped into her limbs, leaving her soft and languid. Her breath came in pants. Reason long since fled, only to be harried further into the depths of her mind with each new slap.
He moved, without warning, dumping her onto the bed. She glanced back at him, uncertain. She gasped at the look in his eyes. Hungry. Feral.
"On your hands and knees." He pushed her skirts back above her waist. "Now!"
She hurried to obey. Bella lowered her head down to the pillow, lifting her hips, parting her thighs wide. She didn't need to look at him again to know what he was doing, and the first touch of his thick, erect cock confirmed her belief. With a single thrust he was buried within her.
"Yes!"
Which one spoke, she neither knew nor cared. Pleasure. The pressure of his cock within her body. Sweet friction as he pulled back only to slam fully into her tight heat once more.
Bella sobbed in delight. Her breasts swinging within her dress, nipples hard, teased into stiff peaks of pleasure by the fabric. Her eyes were half closed, the world lidded by lashes and auburn hair.
"My wife!" He pulled back and slammed into her body once more, his balls slapping against her. "Obedient to me. Always to me. No matter what happens you will obey me from this point on, Bella."
"Yes!" she groaned.
"Sir…say it, yes, Sir!" He thrust, deeper, into her body.
Her cunt stretched, pulsing along the length of his cock. Thought. Speech. Neither came easily to her, but she struggled to obey him. "Y-yes, Sir!"
A roar of triumph filled the air. His grip tightened, his thrusts sending her higher, further into the maelstrom that threatened to consume her. She moaned, lips parted, vision blurred as she moved with him. Pressure built within her, claiming her inner walls, until she teetered on the edge between sanity and madness.
"You. Are. Mine!" Each word came with a fresh thrust into her wet and willing sex.
Yes! She sobbed, the word never breaking free of her lips. His. She belonged to him. Strength. How could she deny a man with such strength?
She couldn't.
Pleasure hit her, consumed her, and threatened to spit her out on the other side of her world. She sobbed, rocking, moving beneath him, eager, willing and yet terrified at the same time. She barely knew her own her name when he pulled free from her trembling form and wrapped his arms around her.
"You're safe now. As long as you listen to me, and obey me, you'll always be safe."
As she closed her eyes and relaxed, Bella suddenly realized she believed him. For the first time in her life, she was truly safe and at peace…
Originally published August 2010