Free Aching to Submit by Natasha Knight

since. He brushed his hair and, without dressing, returned to the bedroom to find Sophie sitting up, holding the paddle.
    She held it out to him. “How do you want me, Sir?” she asked.
    He took the paddle from her, any hesitation he’d had about giving her these five disappearing. She wanted it.
    “Lie on your stomach and slip my pillow beneath your hips,” he said.
    She pushed the blankets off and positioned his pillow beneath her hips, then tucked her arms under her chest.
    “I’m ready. I think. Sir.”
    Michael looked at her, his cock thicker and harder at the sight of her lying there offering herself up to him. He’d always loved her ass. Sophie didn’t have much in the way of breasts, less than a handful even, but her ass more than made up for it. She was thin with a fairly small waist, but her hips swelled nicely, her buttocks round and lush for the rest of her petite form. She was still marked from last night, but he’d get better at this, figure out how to use the various implements, what to do when. Last night when he’d asked her to go stand in the corner, it had just seemed like a natural transition. The way they’d fucked, the image of her on all fours would be branded on his mind forever. He felt like some part of him had come up for air. It was strange, something he didn’t understand.
    He’d talk to Kyan some more. They’d spent over an hour talking yesterday and Michael trusted that he’d done nothing but behave in a polite, gentlemanly manner with his wife. He’d genuinely wanted to help her, guide her. Michael knew it was strange, but he somehow trusted the man.
    Sophie glanced over her shoulder at him and he realized all this time he was thinking, watching, enjoying, she’d been anticipating.
    “I like the look of your ass,” he said. “Face forward and we’ll get this done. If you move your hands out to cover yourself, we’ll have a repeat of last night when I get home from work. Clear?”
    “Yes, Sir.”
    She turned and when he touched the paddle to her buttock, she immediately clenched.
    “No. Keep them soft, I want them soft.”
    It took her a moment, but she did it and he raised the paddle. Although he used half the force he’d used last night, he made sure to bring it down over a bruise, unable to resist doing so. It satisfied him in a strange, unnatural, unnerving way.
    Sophie made a sound, as if breath was forced from her with the blow, but he didn’t pause. He struck again on her other cheek, on another bruise that marked the sit spot, watching her fleshy buttocks flattening out and then bouncing back after the strike. Even as the strokes were at half the strength, he imagined they would have felt worse to her over her already sore bottom.
    He rubbed her buttocks again with the paddle and she remained in position until he delivered the final blows. He wondered if she’d be able to take a beating like last night in silence once she was better trained. The thought intrigued him, excited some part of him. He liked the idea of her submitting to it without needing to be held down. It turned him on. Although the thought of her in bonds also turned him on.
    He checked himself and set the paddle down. What the hell was wrong with him? This was his wife he was talking about beating.
    “It’s over, baby,” he said, kneeling on the bed to massage her buttocks.
    “Those hurt.”
    “Probably because of last night, I hardly used any force this morning.”
    She eyed his cock when she turned over onto her side.
    “You don’t get to come this morning. Not until after I’m gone at least,” he said. “Instead, you get to suck my cock. I’m going to come in your mouth and you’re going to swallow. If you spill any of it, I’ll paddle you again tonight, understand?” he asked, his voice not hard, just aroused.
    She licked her lips as he brought her head toward his cock. She opened her mouth and touched the tip of her tongue to the head of it, circling first, then taking him