Free Betrothed by Renee Rose

deeper into the bed as his hand came down again and again.  He was spanking hard and she didn't even try not to cry. It had been so stressful to have her first quarrel with Bronson and though the spanking hurt, in a way it was good to have the release.  Mayhap it would clear the air.   Smack.  Smack. Smack.   Again and again his hand fell, alternating sides and mostly striking the lower half of her bottom.  She tried to hold very still and stay in place for him, to accept whatever chastisement he thought was appropriate.  Smack.  Smack. She knew she deserved it.  Smack.  Smack.  Smack.  Smack.   She had acted no better than a petulant child down there. 
    After a few moments he finished spanking and began rubbing her bottom.  It was such a sweet and loving gesture that she melted completely.  She felt wholly his .  His for punishing and his for making love to.  And sure enough, his thoughts had gone there, too.  She felt his fingers reach between her legs and find her sex, stroking it until it was slick and swollen.  Her tears had stopped and she found she was moaning softly now.  He slid her farther up onto the bed and rolled her onto her back.  His fingers entered her and she spread her knees and arched her hips back.  Bronson groaned. 
    As he slid a finger into her— no mayhap it was two— and built a rhythm until he was plunging deeply and then curling his fingers inside her so that she could feel them tickling her inside wall.  The sensation was one like she had never experienced— so intense, so pleasurable, that she suddenly got so wet she almost wondered if she'd peed a little.  He didn't stop the incredible treatment and soon she was climaxing with a shout, then clapping her hand over her mouth, lest the servants hear her.  Bronson laughed and rolled her onto her belly. 
    She lay there, panting, wondering suddenly if he meant to spank her some more, until she felt his fingers were between her legs again.  Then—oh!  His thumb pressed into the cleft of her cheeks and found the hole that was farther back.  She clenched her cheeks in surprise and embarrassment.  Bronson chuckled and persisted.  She let out a squeak.  His thumb was circling around her button there, applying gentle pressure but not really forcing entry.  By Our Lady, she had never known such thing was possible!  It was so embarrassing, and yet so...  no, no, no—she simply couldn't!  She tried to scramble away and thankfully, he removed his hand, but then two firm hands grabbed her thighs and dragged her back down toward him and he did spank her— several more sharp slaps that left her gasping, clenching her cheeks in anticipation.  But he was laughing. 
    “Julia,” he said with mock admonishment.  “You were a very naughty wife tonight.  Now you must take your punishment.  And this is how I've decided you shall be punished.”  She peeked a look at him over her shoulder and he was grinning, obviously pleased with the direction his punishment had taken.  He held her eyes as he plunged his fingers into her again and she buried her face, too embarrassed to look at him.  His thumb circled around her lower button again, gently applying pressure.  Her heart was pounding, she was gasping and then she was appalled to find that she was relaxing and allowing it, even welcoming it.  Because despite the distinct embarrassment of being touched there, she found the pleasure of having his fingers in both places more than doubled the intensity of her pleasure.  Mayhap it more than tripled it.  She was discovering that he had very clever fingers indeed.  Fingers that required no help from his mouth or sex.  As he found a rhythm rocking his hand back and forth from one entry to the other, he built up speed and intensity until she cried out and climaxed for the second time, her muscles clenching and contracting as she gasped his name. 
    After that discovery, he wasted no time in showing her what else he was