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is for Punishment Sex. Predictable you say. Perhaps. Or perhaps not when it is a type of punishment that is sometimes controversial and not for everyone - be warned this is an extract of Punishment Sex from The Rancher's Woman. Don't read if it might offend.
Chance let her cry across his knee, rubbing her back. When her sobs slowed, he lifted her to stand facing the couch with a thick-voiced instruction. “Kneel on the seat. Hands on the back, eyes front, thighs spread, ass up and out.”
Tessa drew in her slowing sobs. She gulped and swallowed at the crude order. The lust in his voice was unmistakable, his intentions obvious. Now she knew why he wanted her jeans and panties below her knees, so they wouldn’t stop her from spreading her thighs wide. They still bunched around her lower legs, their humiliating presence along with her pushed-up open shirt reminding her this was punishment, not pleasure.
Chance leaned over and put one hand on either side of her on the back of the couch. He held their bodies close, barely touching. He tongued her ear, swirling full inside it wetly. The action brought a catch to her throat. He must not be too angry to grace her with the tender action he knew aroused her so.
His hands pushed back from the couch to stand upright behind her. His voice was a mixture of lust and reprimand. “How does it feel to be in this position, missy? Jeans and panties around your ankles, your bare ass severely spanked and welted, waiting to get well pounded. A punishment fucking instead of the sweet loving you had coming this afternoon. Aren’t you ashamed of yourself? Earning this?”
Tessa sobs deepened at his justified rebuke. “Y-yes. I… I’m ashamed. I w-wish I’d told you.”
She heard his zipper. His hands parted her bottom cheeks and she felt the wet tip of his shaft at her pussy entrance. She was dripping wet. He circled her with the tip, making her pussy weep even more for him. “Good thing you’re so wet, babe. Slippery and open for me means it won’t hurt when I pound inside.” He smacked her bottom sharply. “This is what’ll hurt. Pounding against this sore, misbehavin’ behind.”
Before she knew it, he was inside her. Hard. She grunted with the shock of his force. He thrust in full to the hilt, his hard stomach and thighs battering her bare bottom. He’d only unzipped enough to release his cock and the denim from his jeans was rough against the flesh of her punished lower cheeks and sit spots. He’d unbuttoned his shirt completely and pushed her own up to her neck. The warmth and strength of his chest felt good to her bare back, but his hard lower abs were agonizing on the curved upper swell of her spanked and leathered buttocks.
The burn his battering raised in her butt was worse than she expected. Almost as bad as the spanking and worse than the belting. Instinctively, she moved forward to escape the painful slaps on her swollen buttocks, but his arm held her curved into the hollow of his body. His other hand was on the back of the couch providing leverage while he pounded her. “Oh, no, you don’t,” he told her through breath ragged from exertion. “You’ll take this good and hard, woman. Get your butt back out and presented to me before I change my mind and decide to fuck you in it now instead of waiting until I’ve stretched you.”
She wasn’t sure if it was a serious threat, but she wasn’t prepared to risk finding out. She moved back into him and stuck her backside out as he ordered. She did risk a look at him, trying to judge his conviction, but his swift command of eyes front accompanied by a smack to her mound stopped that. His cock seemed enormous inside her, bigger and harder. He plunged into her all the way and then back out to the very tip and then over and over, hard and fast, deep inside.
He moved his fingers over her breasts, palming them, pumping them in a way that made her aware they were already engorged and heavy with desire. She cried out as he pulled on her nipples while the fingers of the hand that held her captive round her hips stroked her clit and mound. The contrast of his chastising pummeling and the raw ache it delivered along with his strokes and pumping with his large hands created a hot confusion of pain and pleasure. As he continued to work her, she groaned and rotated in a mix of distress and desire, her breath coming in aroused gasps.
Abruptly her breathing slowed as he unexpectedly slowed the pounding of his hips, working them instead in a rhythm that soon had her raising her own hips in arousal even though that increased the punishment to her buttocks. Her bottom and vaginal channels clenched and she cried out in a heated sob as she felt her body nearing climax.
Chance stopped, responding to her cry and contractions. “You want to come, Therese Marie?”
She sobbed gratefully. Not because of the offer to grant release, but because his voice had softened considerably. His question was a sensual invitation in blissful contrast to his reprimands while he punished her.
His hot breath caressed her ear. “You want to come? You tell me what I need to hear. You tell me how you’re going to behave from now on.”
Obediently, she repeated the litany over her safety that he’d made her recite earlier to the tune of his belt. “Ow! I’ll talk to you. Oh… I’ll tell you about anything that might cause me harm. I promise. Aaargh! I’ll stay safe. I promise!” She knew she’d got it right at his grunt of satisfaction.
“Damn right. You will stay safe, Therese Marie.” He pounded her harder than ever then. Only now, he made deliberate contact with her G-spot, pumping her unremittingly to ecstatic waves of pleasure. In contrast, her buttocks ached as his abs and hips made even fiercer contact. Her muscles started to contract and her heart jumped when she felt his cock respond along with her. He circled her wet, engorged clit, pressing just as he climaxed, bringing her sweet release along with him.
Everyone in town knows sparks of attraction have been flying between Tessa and Chance almost from the moment her nursery business brought her to beautiful Hope Junction, Wyoming. Despite his bossy ways, Tessa soon begins to realize that Chance might well be the man she’s been waiting for her whole life. Will Chance’s decision to take her in hand tear them apart or will Tessa learn to see his discipline as proof of the love they will share for the rest of their lives?
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