Treasured Submission (10 page)

"I know it hurts more with a plug in your pucker, but you've earned this, Samantha. I'm going to plug you and warm your ass with my hand. Then, you will receive a hair-brushing before I blister you. When you are allowed off my lap, you will go to the bed and corner yourself. I'll remove my belt and give you a whipping. After I've striped your ass, you will spread your cheeks apart, and ask me to remove your plug and give you a paddling on your pucker, before asking for the naughty fucking you've earned with your decision to lie. You will willingly open your pucker for my cock to stretch you even further. I will fuck you hard up your bottom to remind you that nasty lies get nasty consequences. Do you have any questions?" Ian's voice was soft, but forceful.

Samantha shook her head, his calmly spoken but very explicit description of each promised act shaming her, as shown by her rapidly reddening face. Despite the shame, she felt her heart and soul calm. "No, no, Sir. I'm–I'm ready, Sir," she whispered, no longer sobbing as she prepared herself to submit to her husband.

"You may turn around and present your plug to me," Ian said, removing his hands from her hips. He watched as his wife slowly turned around until she was facing away from him, her quivering form filling his vision. He watched as she slowly bent forward, pushing her bottom towards him. He could see her trembling increase as he reached out and slowly drew his fingers down each of her rounded globes, before moving one hand to her cleft and patting a cheek with his other hand. "You may release," he instructed.

Embarrassment flooded through her as she relaxed her bottom for the first time in forty-five minutes, moving her hands to grip her buttocks and pull them apart. The plug remained in place for a few more seconds, as if reluctant to leave the embrace of her cheeks, before she felt Ian remove it. After he'd given another pat to her bottom, she moved her hands back into position and straightened. The discussion was over, her punishment was beginning. She waited for further instructions, knowing she was to remain silent unless asked a direct question.

"Back up and straddle my legs, Samantha. Put your hands on the floor and give me your legs."

Blushing, she obediently stepped back and straddled his knees, sitting down on his lap. He held her waist as she bent forward and placed her hands flat on the floor as far forward as she could reach. She felt him lift her right leg and place it between his leg and the side of the chair, her foot sticking out the back of the chair. He repeated the positioning with her left leg. Once she was steady, he spread his knees as far apart as possible, effectively spreading her as well.

Samantha knew she was in a totally exposed position, and blushed all over. She silently cursed Dean for demonstrating this exact position in one of his more advanced classes. Until Ian had seen the demo, he had always either pulled her across his knees, or had her bend over their bed to insert the plugs he'd make her hold. Being told to 'straddle' had instantly told her she was to assume this awkward, embarrassing and terribly submissive position. No matter how many times she was ordered to present herself in this manner, she would never get used to it. When he spread his legs wider, forcing hers to open that much more, and she heard the distinct click of the lubricant bottle being flipped open, she whimpered.

"Settle," he instructed, and she obeyed. Moving a hand to her left cheek, he pulled it away from its twin, exposing her anus. His fingertip tapped against her opening, before stroking it with more force. Her eyes closed tightly and she gasped, trembling with the sensation of the cold lubricant being squirted into her cleft.

Ian rubbed the lube around her puckered rim and then pushed a finger deep into her bottom. Samantha clenched around the invader and groaned. "Shh, you've already stretched this pucker a bit with a proper enema, haven't you?" Ian asked, as he pushed his finger deeper.

Flushed with the memory, she managed to answer, "Ye–yes, Sir."

"Then you know you can take my finger as it is smaller than your enema nozzle. Now, relax, Samantha, open that pucker for me. You are only making this harder on yourself."

She struggled to obey, but couldn't contain a sob as she felt his finger withdraw, only to be replaced by the tip of the anal plug.

"Steady," he warned, as he began to work the plug into her tight passage.

Sam tried to obey, but couldn't help but plead, "Please, please, Sir, don't… it hurts!" She received her first swat for her words. Ian swatted her other cheek and then began to press the plug into her again. No more pleas were uttered, though she gave a squeal as the widest part of the plug stretched her resisting muscle.

"Samantha, stop fighting me. Push back and open your pucker for your plug," he ordered firmly, holding the plug steady, watching her sphincter fight the entry. When she didn't instantly obey, Ian continued. "Perhaps you should hold a plug every day for a week, young lady. Do you believe that is what it will take for you to obey me?"

"No–no, Sir."

"Then open yourself," Ian instructed.

Samantha took a deep breath and pushed back, bearing down against the plug, accepting the fact that it would be inside her whether she liked it or not.

Adding a bit more pressure, Ian pushed the plug forward until it broke through her tight sphincter. He ignored her small shriek at the sharp burn, and continued pressing the thick plug until it was completely buried inside her. He held it steady, then drew it partway out of her bottom, hearing her gasp and moan. He played with the plug for several long moments, knowing she was shamed and humiliated at having him fuck her with her punishment plug. He also knew that she would be grateful for the time taken to stretch and relax her anus for his promised sodomy. After a few more plunges, he twisted it in sharply, driving it as far as it would go. She arched her head back and wailed as she was filled. Again ignoring her complaints, Ian released her buttock to wipe his hands free of the lube.

Ian was grateful to have learned that the arousal he was already experiencing was not considered perverted. Samantha was a beautiful woman, and her ass was exceptionally attractive to her husband. His cock was erect and uncomfortable within his jeans. He patted her bottom, his handprints from his earlier swats evident on each of her pale cheeks. This plug was only used for punishment, as the width of the plug assured that her buttocks could not completely close, not allowing her to clench her cheeks during the upcoming spankings. He could easily see the flange of the anal plug protruding between her little cheeks, and would do his best not to place either his hand or her paddle directly on the plug. He knew she was fully conscious of it filling her tight back passage, and that was ultimately his point in having her hold it inside during her more serious spankings.

He was in no hurry to complete her punishment, giving Samantha the time she needed to adjust and accept every step of her discipline. He kept her spread over his knees, all her charms on display. He saw her pussy pulse and noticed that she was already quite slick. Grinning, he ran one finger down her cleft, causing her to moan and shiver. When he slid a finger deep into her pussy, she pushed her hips back towards him. Withdrawing his finger, he added a second before entering her sex again.

"Ohhh," she moaned, her body quivering with the desire he was building inside her.

Ian smiled, and after a few more minutes of gently stroking her, he pulled his fingers away, loving the sound of her small whimper at their loss. Though he'd much rather be able to give her the completion she wanted, he forced himself to remember his duty as her head-of-household. Ian gently guided her legs back to their previous position, pulling her up to once again straddle his lap. Her small shudder, as the repositioning caused the plug to shift inside her, was ignored as he helped her to stand and turned her to face him. Her face was flushed as she looked down at him. Ian was pleased to see no hostility in her eyes—only the acceptance of his dominance and a beautiful soft glow of submission. He lifted his hand towards her, his fingers glistening with her own juices. Sam moaned, but obediently opened her mouth to accept his wet digits. Ian almost groaned at the sight of her lips closed tightly around the fingers that had just been inside her pussy, suckling the evidence of her arousal from them.

It was several moments before Ian continued; his voice slightly rough. "Now that your naughty bottom-hole is nicely stretched and well-filled, let's get your butt blistered shall we?"

Sam didn't answer, knowing it had been a rhetorical question. He was definitely not asking for her permission—he was stating what was going to occur. Ian took her hand and drew her down across his lap. Her hands went to the legs of the chair to grip them tightly. She shuddered as she felt him shift her into the position he required. His erection was very noticeable as it pressed into her stomach, and she moaned as he laid his hand on her ass, knowing her punishment was imminent but wanting him to bury his cock inside her instead.

Ian didn't make her wait long. She felt him raise his hand off her bottom and then he began. He spanked her hard and steadily. He intended to make this a punishment she would remember for quite some time. Samantha was silent for the first few strokes, but was soon moaning as the fire in her bottom grew. Ian spanked every inch of her buttocks, her sit spot and down the backs of her thighs. She was begging within minutes of having her legs spanked, it hurt so badly.

"I'm sorry, please don't spank my thighs, please!" she pleaded, as he continued to swat down each leg to the backs of her knees.

"Open your legs, Samantha. You know this is a lesson and not just a spanking. Let's get those inner thighs spanked as well," Ian instructed.

Wanting nothing more than to bolt off his lap, she obeyed his order.

With her legs spread far apart, Ian began to spank her inner thighs, tightening his arm more firmly around her waist as she bucked at the pain. The sounds she made, as he reddened each thigh until the color matched that of her rapidly reddening rear, differed from her other cries. Ian had been amazed at the realization that he could differentiate between the separate sounds, even though all came from pain. He remembered wondering whether it could be compared to how a mother could listen to her child from another room, and determine what the child needed by the sounds of her cries.

"Please, please, please," Samantha begged, when she felt the warmth of his hand replaced with the wood of the hairbrush.

Her pleas fell on deaf ears. Ian didn't immediately begin paddling her with the brush. Instead, he slowly drew the brush across her red skin, the stiff bristles ensuring that the upcoming paddling would be felt even more intensely.

Sam squirmed as he took several minutes sensitizing her already burning flesh, before he flipped the brush over and began to paddle her. The hairbrush hurt far more than his hand had. The weight of the brush, as it swatted into her already tenderized skin, felt immense, and drove the pain down into the deeper tissues. The heavy splats of the brush against her backside sounded totally different than the quick, crisp claps when he used his hand.

Ian smacked her ass again and again with the brush, watching as oval shapes appeared. Sam had pale skin, and he knew that she would soon most likely have some bruises. Once he had covered both cheeks adequately, the brush traveled down her legs, causing her to buck and begin to truly fight the pain. He swatted her thigh hard. "Settle down! We aren't anywhere near done. You were a very naughty little girl. Unless you want to repeat this tomorrow morning, I suggest you settle down and stop fighting!"

Despite the fact that she was in pain and sobbing, the word 'repeat' clearly sunk into her consciousness, causing her to still immediately. Repeating a punishment was not an unknown experience, though it had only happened once before. Once had been enough to prove that her husband would not hesitate to repeat every single moment of an earlier correction.

Acknowledging her compliance with a nod, Ian continued her spanking until the brush had covered all the territory his hand had prepared.

She felt him tip her a bit further forward, and attack her sit spot with the brush. She shrieked as it bit into her tender skin. "Nooo, please, it hurts!" she sobbed, one hand going back to try to stop the brush's attack.

Ian was prepared and took her hand, pressing it into the small of her back, paddling first under one buttock, and then the other. Every time she sat down for the next few days, she would be reminded of her punishment.

Samantha was sobbing, her tears dripping onto the floor, by the time he put the brush down. He kept her over his lap for several minutes before reaching for what he referred to as her 'blistering paddle'. It was painted a vivid red and had been varnished to a high sheen. Dozens of tiny holes had been drilled across its surface, each one capable of trapping a tiny bit of skin and raising blisters across a naughty girl's posterior. When Ian promised her a blistering, he meant it quite literally. He rubbed the paddle across her already crimson rear, before lifting it and applying several hard, quick strokes, each causing Sam to shriek loudly. Ian was watching carefully, and at the first sign of a blister appearing on her upper right cheek, he stopped the paddling. She had a great deal of additional punishment to take, and with that one small blister, he had fulfilled his promise.

Patting her hot flesh, he gave his next instruction. "Okay, you may get up and corner your red blistered bottom."

After being helped to stand, Samantha slowly walked to the bed, her hands aching to rub her hot and swollen skin, to attempt to ease the fire her husband's hand, hairbrush, and paddle had caused.

Seeing her hand beginning to drift behind her, Ian was quick to speak. "Touch that naughty ass and we'll repeat the lesson, my dear." His words instantly caused her hand to freeze and she made it to the bed without touching her skin. Ian watched as she walked to the corner of the bed, straddled the corner, legs spread wide and lowered her torso to the mattress. The position gave her total support and yet displayed her bottom perfectly, not to mention it also made it impossible to hide any of her womanly charms. He remained seated as she lifted herself onto her toes, turning her heels out. She laid her cheek down, her face turned towards him as required. He watched as several tears slid down her cheeks.

"That's my good girl," he said softly, and stood. "Keep your eyes on me, Samantha. I'll not allow you to hide from what you know you've earned."

Sam managed to nod, her eyes instantly dropping to his waist as his hand moved to his belt buckle. Watching him pull the leather from his belt loops had her trembling harder.

Doubling his belt in one hand, Ian moved to place her special pillow under his wife's head. "Put your hands under your tummy and keep them there. I do not want to hurt your hands. You may cry, but keep your face in the pillow—unless you'd like to use your gag?"

"No, no, thank you," Samantha gasped, putting put her hands under her, clasping them together and then lying on top of them. She took a deep breath and gently pressed her face directly down into the opening of the pillow her husband placed beneath her. The edge of the pillow would support her head, while the opening would allow her to breathe. Every time she went for a massage, her mind always flashed to being put into this punishment position as she put her face down in the pillow on the massage table. The one under her face at this moment was exactly like the one at the spa. When her husband offered her a gag, she knew it was going to be bad. Sometimes when he disciplined her, her own wailing tended to scare even her. Not wishing for their neighbors to realize that she was being punished, she was grateful for his instructions.

"If your face comes out of the pillow, your hands come out from beneath you, or your feet leave the floor, you will earn additional strokes. Do you understand?" Ian asked, and heard her muffled reply indicating that she understood. He was always amazed at how her skin reacted to different implements. His hand only reddened her skin, the brush caused her bottom to become splotchy and mottled, and usually left a few bruises, and her blistering paddle always lived up to its name.

"I'm very proud of you, Samantha," he said, as he checked his grip on the belt, making sure the buckle was securely held in his fist. "With your submission, you proved that you are truly repentant and willing to learn this lesson. I'm going to give you only twenty strokes instead of the thirty I had planned."

Samantha's relief was evident with the look on her face as she lifted her head to look at him. It might only be a difference of a count of ten, but she knew her bottom would certainly appreciate missing those additional strokes. It also served to strengthen her belief that, while Ian would always have the strength to punish her, he was also a fair and caring man. He moved to step behind her and she quickly buried her face into her pillow.

Splat…splat…splat
sounded in the room, the leather slapping against her upturned ass, which instantly began to churn and wag from side to side. Her moans were barely audible, and were ignored.
Splat…splat…splat
repeated again and again, each stroke landing sharply across the small proffered bottom, dark bands of color overlapping the other, and welts began to bloom against Samantha's skin. The pillow effectively muffled her sharp cries, her face pressing down into the softness as her bottom was given its whipping. She had to force herself to press back towards her husband to assure that she remained on her toes. Her hands had come unclasped to claw at the sheets beneath her stomach.

Ian was careful not to allow a single stroke to land across the place where the blister had appeared. He concentrated his last strokes directly on his wife's sit spot, knowing those would serve as an excellent reminder every time she attempted to sit for the next several days. Once the final stroke of the count was applied across both cheeks, directly below the plug's flange, her whipping was done.

Sam sobbed into the pillow, her tears dropping to soak the sheet beneath her cradled face, her hands aching from clenching the sheets beneath her. It took several minutes before she was even aware that the belt was no longer biting into her bottom.

Ian gave her time to regain her composure before he spoke again. "Samantha, you need to ask for the rest of your lesson," he directed softly.

Sam sobbed, but once more lifted her head and slowly pulled her hands from beneath her tummy, only to move them behind her. Feeling the welts, as well as the heat from her punishment, she moaned, but pulled the hot globes well apart. "Please, Sir, please remove my naughty plug and, and punish me in…inside my bottom."

Ian knew how hard this was for his modest wife. Though they had been married for several months, though they enjoyed an intensely satisfying sex life and were constantly exploring new things together, being forced to expose her own bottom-hole to him, and having to ask him to remove the plug he had placed into her, was extremely difficult for his wife. Ian stepped between her legs and gently began to work the plug from her body. She hissed and moaned, as the plug had become very well-seated and seemed reluctant to leave her tight channel. When it finally popped free, she gave a sharp cry and then collapsed in relief.

"Open your cheeks," he said, and with a sob, she obeyed.

Ian pulled the small, special paddle from his pocket, and placed it against his wife's exposed anus. Her tears returned as her tender inner cheeks received their paddling. When her hands moved to attempt to push her buttocks together to deny him access, she screeched louder than before as he instantly applied the paddle between her legs, each swat sounding wet as it landed against her sopping sex. Ian swatted her swollen sex three more times before she managed to wrench her cheeks apart, as if begging to feel the paddle return. She kept her buttocks spread as Ian slapped the thin but very stiff piece of leather against the skin of her inner cheeks.

"You've basically lied to me for over a month, Samantha and that extended bad choice has earned you extended punishment. Every night for a week, you will come into this room and corner yourself on the bed. I will paddle your naughty bottom-hole to remind you how nasty it is to lie, and I will again fuck your bottom a week from now. I won't remind you; you will prepare yourself before bed each evening and ask for your paddling. I highly suggest you don't forget, because, if you do, you'll find my cock buried deep up your ass every single time instead of just on the last evening. Do you understand me?"

Samantha was shocked at his instructions. He had never before extended a punishment session. Again she realized how much her behavior had disappointed him. Guilt flooded her as she answered, "Y-yes, Sir. I'm sorry, I'm so, so sorry."

Ian nodded, knowing she was speaking the truth. "I'm sorry as well. Count these." With that said, he removed the paddle from her cleft to continue the night's discipline. Samantha laid her head down, pressing it into the pillow. Ian was pleased to see her pull her buttocks a bit further apart, as if accepting his decision. He struck her anus and she dutifully counted each stroke, shrieking the last few numbers as they grew even more intense. He was pleased that she hadn't missed a single count of the dozen he applied. Her mind was focused as it should be. He finally laid the paddle down and looked at her bottom. Reaching down, he picked up the discarded plug and handed it to her.

"Hold it properly, Samantha," he instructed. Her face burned as she clasped the plug, her hands shaking as she aligned it along the divide of her bottom until the tip obscenely pointed at her swollen pucker. He nodded his approval and Samantha didn't dare move as she thought about what he was doing, her shame intensifying as she felt a slide of moisture down her inner thigh. She'd never be able to understand how she could be aroused during such an awful, intimate punishment. Ian didn't speak as he completed his usual task, before reaching out to once more remove the plug from her hands.

Samantha heard him unzip his pants. Being spanked by hand and with a hair brush, paddled and then whipped, had only been the first part of her lesson. What was going to happen next would truly test her ability to submit, and she had to fight the desire to beg him to reconsider. She didn't want to willingly open her buttocks and offer her bottom-hole to her husband's cock. The paddling on her inner cheeks and directly on her anus assured that his sodomy was going to be painful. He had only taken her anally as punishment a few times, and each time she had sworn she would never misbehave again. It was a true testament to how much she loved and trusted her husband as she spread her legs and pulled her aching cheeks apart.

"That's my good girl," Ian said, as he stepped up to his wife's offered bottom. He stroked her opening with his finger, amazed at how red it was. Picking up the bottle of lube, he applied some to his erection before pressing the head of his cock against the tiny, puckered and well-punished hole. "I want you to think about lying when I fuck you Samantha. Think about how nasty it is to lie to people who trust and love you. Think about how you are feeling right this minute, holding your blistered bottom spread open with your paddled pucker exposed, ready to be punished intimately by your husband. Think about the price you will pay every time you decide to be dishonest."

His words went directly to her heart. 'I'm so sorry, Sir. I promise I won't lie again. God, I swear I won't."

He nodded and took her hips in his hands, pulling her back against him. "I know you are sorry, sweetheart, now open that naughty pucker." With a sob of combined guilt, fear and pain, she pushed back as hard as she could. Ian pressed into her and continued steadily, granting her no quarter as she pleaded for him to stop, to go slow, to pull out. He kept pressing forward, forcing her sphincter to open despite its swollen condition. As she wailed her contrition, he pushed through her resisting muscle and sank into her channel until she had accepted the full length and width of his cock. She had released her bottom cheeks once he had his cock inside, and was gripping the sheets as tightly as she could.

"Argh, oh God," she moaned as he impaled her, causing her to stretch to a very uncomfortable width. "Oh God, please, please, please," she chanted, not even conscious of the fact that she was doing so.

Ian ignored her and pressed deeper until his balls were cradled in the warmth of her pussy. "Breathe," he gently reminded her, sensing that her entire body was a mass of coiled tension. He could feel the heat of her punished ass against his stomach, and the welts under his hands where he gripped her tightly to him. He paused only long enough to see her take a couple of deep breaths, and steady his stance, before he began to thrust into her harder and faster. She moaned and squirmed the entire time he took her. This wasn't for pleasure, he wasn't making love to her, and he wasn't being gentle. He was punishing her, and there was a huge difference. His thrusts drove her forward onto the bed, before his hold would pull her back into position, his hips slapping against her with every thrust.

"Where's my cock, Samantha?" he demanded, wanting to make sure she was focused on him and not trying to escape into a place where the reality of what was happening could be denied. "What is my cock doing to your bottom-hole?"

She sobbed as he pulled almost totally out of her body, only to piston back deep into her bowels. "In my bottom! Your cock is in my bottom punishing me, Sir!" she wailed in answer.

"That's right. I have my cock buried deep in your naughty ass. Why am I fucking this little paddled hole Sam? Why are you being sodomized?" Ian asked again, driving deep, pulling out almost completely until the head of his cock stretched her anus uncomfortably wide. He held himself still as she answered.

"I lied, Sir. It's nasty to lie and you are pun…punishing me."

"Does your little pucker feel stretched, Samantha, does it remind you not to stretch the truth?" Ian asked, still holding himself steady, looking down at his wife's anus as it was forced to stretch around his girth.

"Y–yes, Sir. I'm so sorry," Sam sobbed, her anus throbbing as the muscle pulsed around his thick cockhead.

"Are you, Sam?" Ian asked. At her nod, he shook his head. "Show me, Sam. Wives who are truly sorry about their behavior do not continue to try to fight their discipline. Stop trying to crawl away. Show me your contrition. Lift your bottom and push back so that your husband can fuck your ass and drive the lesson deep."

His tone and his harsh words were difficult to hear, but were what Sam needed. She pressed her bottom up and back towards him. "Please, Ian, please teach me not to lie," she said in a clear, only slightly shaky voice. "I am sorry and need you to–to fuck me in my bottom, please, Sir."

Satisfied that she was in the submissive place that she needed to be, Ian did just that. He nodded and plunged back inside, drawing another deep moan from his wife, but she again pressed back against him, aiding in his penetration, accepting the lesson. He continued to plunge and retreat, stretching her, punishing her, needing her to understand the sin of lying. He fucked her for several long minutes, making sure she felt each and every stroke. He usually made sure that she was completely sated when they made love, able to hold back his own releases until he had given her several orgasms. However, this wasn't for her pleasure, this was for her education. He wasn't her lover at this moment, he was her teacher, her leader, her husband. This wasn't lovemaking, this was her submitting herself to the discipline she knew she deserved. After stretching her pucker again and again, he finally plunged as deeply as he could and erupted deep in her bowels.