Free Learning to Blush by Korey Mae Johnson Page B

later than eight o’clock, got it? Gives you three hours before I get informed about what the hell is going on.”
    Graham’s normally-serious face smiled and he bowed his head respectfully, but somehow Mike got the feeling that Graham thought he was being cute . “You got it, Brother.”
    Mike grumbled and sat in the backseat with Tim and Tom. Thorton scrambled around to the front. “I can go, right?” Thorton asked as he sat down, looking past Penny out the window at Graham.
    Graham shrugged, “I’d say you’re on leave. Behave yourself.”
    “Ha! Don’t I always?”
    Ellie and Graham watched the pickup truck and the SUV scoot off through the parking lot to head out onto the street. “My apartment’s above the garage,” she admitted, turning around.
    “Unlocked?” he guessed, rifling through his pocket for something.
    She shrugged. “Should be,” she told him. “Why?”
    “I’m going upstairs. You are going back there ,” he pointed to the woods in the back of the business, “and you are finding me three good switches. Do you remember what a good switch looks like?” He passed her a pocket knife.
    “Graham—can’t we just… make love and snuggle and worship each other? Just for tonight?” she begged, remembering full well what a “good switch” looked like. She had been on the great planet of Swaraan for maybe two minutes before he told her to search for one. And then when she chose ones that would certainly break after a few stripes, he stripped her leggings off and made her look bare-assed in the forest behind his home as he taught her how to find a ‘good one’ by testing several combinations on her backside so it was nice and welted before the festivities had officially begun.
    “I’d love to!” he assured. “If I had a wife who would not take stupid risks, that’s exactly what I would do with her right now. Maybe one day you’ll be that wife,” he added. “But so far you’ve decided to be a naughty, disobedient, mischievous, and practically suicidal wife. So instead of snuggling, I get to perform a punishment night. I want you up there in no more than ten minutes,” he informed her, pointing to the second story of the garage. “Don’t make me come looking for you.”
    It didn’t even take her five minutes to find suitable switches and to start slowly stripping the bark off of them. She sat in the locked, closed car garage for the rest of her time remaining, not wanting to go up to her room too soon, where he was surely getting his torturous new toys out of their packaging and getting her enema ready.
    She shuddered at remembering her last enema; it had actually been a long time since she'd received one. Graham used bottom punishment sparsely in truth, and she probably only received four or five such punishments since they'd been married. Thus, it had nearly been five months now since her last enema or her last plugging. Though… the last time was the first he’d actually rode her afterwards. She finally graduated to a size that was bigger than his girth, which would stretch her bottom wide enough to allow him entrance.
    Afterwards she didn’t know what to think of it. It was strange to be punished while being so close to him and giving him pleasure. Somehow, the act had embarrassed her, and he'd known that it would. Having anal sex seemed so animalistic to her. His girth was uncomfortable, but the fact that he didn’t care whether she got pleasure or not was shaming.
    She was always in the mood for him, even when she pretended she wasn’t. He was the most handsome, strongest and most confident man she’d ever met, and she felt like she was so much more powerful since she’d been with him; more able, more confident in herself. That was probably because he was so strong and important, and she was the most important thing in his life; she could see it in his eyes in the way he looked at her.
    When she was mounted from behind, however, she didn’t get to see that look.