The Chalet
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“None? Did it not occur to you that I’d take your ass this week?”
I swallowed hard and told the truth. “It must have slipped my mind.”
He removed his finger. “I’m fucking your ass today whether it slipped your mind or not. And since you’re not prepared, I’ll have to prepare you my way.”
I wasn’t so sure I wanted to know what his way was.
“You brought this on yourself,” he said as a large plug pressed against my tight opening and I flinched. “This is actually smaller than I am and I used plenty of lube. Bear down, take it, and be thankful I’m using it first and not just shoving my cock up your ass.”
I relaxed as much as possible while he pushed the monstrous thing inside me. It stretched and burned going in, but he was right, it was better that he used the plug first. As much as I was gritting my teeth against the sharp pain, I knew it was nothing like what I’d be experiencing if I had to take him inside me first.
I let out a sigh when it slid in all the way, surprised at how full I felt. Ten weeks had made a noticeable difference.
“That’s it,” he said, slipping a hand between my legs and teasing me back into arousal. “Kneel beside the couch and think about how you should have prepared yourself.”
I moved to my knees and into my waiting position while he walked off toward the direction of the bathroom. Water ran for a brief moment and in the silence that followed, I ran through all the opportunities I’d had to use a plug over the last ten weeks. It was true it had slipped my mind, and I knew it shouldn’t have.
He came back into the bedroom and sat down on the couch, placing the paddle and strap beside him. “Look at me, Abigail.”
I lifted my head.
“Did you do some thinking?”
“Yes, Master.”
“And?”
“And I had plenty of opportunity to use my plugs. To prepare myself for you. I’m sorry, Master.” It was the truth. In all my wedding and honeymoon preparations, I should have made sure I was adequately prepared. I almost added, “But I did wax,” then decided against it.
“Apology accepted,” he said. “But since you didn’t prepare for the possibility of anal sex, I’m not going to allow you to orgasm as a result of it. When I take you, it’ll be for my pleasure only. Do you understand?”
Damn it all. My orgasms stemming from anal sex were some of the most intense ones I had. “Yes, Master.”
“I’m glad you see things my way. And just so we’re clear, if you do orgasm without my permission, it’ll be the last one you have for a long time. Understood?”
“Yes, Master.” He’d withheld orgasms from me before, so I knew he wasn’t joking, honeymoon or not.
“Very good.” He patted his lap. “Now come back here so I can continue with your spanking torment.”
Torment was a good word for what he did. My backside was only the tiniest bit sore from the first spanking, so he resumed his rubbing torture. And again he kept me right on the edge of pleasure by teasing my clit and stroking my needy flesh.
“No need to count,” he said, right before bringing the paddle down the first time.
With the plug in place, I felt all kinds of full as it was. Add in his seeking fingers and the paddle that brought just enough pain to be pleasurable and before long I was squirming on his lap.
“That’s a lot of wiggling for a forgetful submissive who won’t be coming anytime soon,” he said, halfway through the set of fifteen. “If you were smart, you’d be still.”
He was right, there was no use in trying to get more friction where I needed it, since it’d be a while before he allowed me to climax. I didn’t even want to think about what would happen if I came without permission.
“Sorry, Master.” I planted my feet firmly on the floor and held on tightly to his calves.
“Seven more,” he said, smacking downward so the paddle landed directly over the plug. It shifted deeper into me and I felt my hips rock against his thigh.
So good. It felt so good.
I closed my eyes as the last six fell. He set the paddle down and ran a finger between my legs.
“Such a wicked girl,” he said. “So aroused after her spanking. I think we may start each day of our honeymoon with a spanking. What do you think?”
Was he really asking me that? How would that work since I wouldn’t be wearing his collar every day? He didn’t expect me to wear it for the next two weeks, did he?
“We’ll have to have this discussion a little later,” he said. “Now isn’t the right time. For now, be very still. I’m going to remove the plug.”
I swallowed hard and told the truth. “It must have slipped my mind.”
He removed his finger. “I’m fucking your ass today whether it slipped your mind or not. And since you’re not prepared, I’ll have to prepare you my way.”
I wasn’t so sure I wanted to know what his way was.
“You brought this on yourself,” he said as a large plug pressed against my tight opening and I flinched. “This is actually smaller than I am and I used plenty of lube. Bear down, take it, and be thankful I’m using it first and not just shoving my cock up your ass.”
I relaxed as much as possible while he pushed the monstrous thing inside me. It stretched and burned going in, but he was right, it was better that he used the plug first. As much as I was gritting my teeth against the sharp pain, I knew it was nothing like what I’d be experiencing if I had to take him inside me first.
I let out a sigh when it slid in all the way, surprised at how full I felt. Ten weeks had made a noticeable difference.
“That’s it,” he said, slipping a hand between my legs and teasing me back into arousal. “Kneel beside the couch and think about how you should have prepared yourself.”
I moved to my knees and into my waiting position while he walked off toward the direction of the bathroom. Water ran for a brief moment and in the silence that followed, I ran through all the opportunities I’d had to use a plug over the last ten weeks. It was true it had slipped my mind, and I knew it shouldn’t have.
He came back into the bedroom and sat down on the couch, placing the paddle and strap beside him. “Look at me, Abigail.”
I lifted my head.
“Did you do some thinking?”
“Yes, Master.”
“And?”
“And I had plenty of opportunity to use my plugs. To prepare myself for you. I’m sorry, Master.” It was the truth. In all my wedding and honeymoon preparations, I should have made sure I was adequately prepared. I almost added, “But I did wax,” then decided against it.
“Apology accepted,” he said. “But since you didn’t prepare for the possibility of anal sex, I’m not going to allow you to orgasm as a result of it. When I take you, it’ll be for my pleasure only. Do you understand?”
Damn it all. My orgasms stemming from anal sex were some of the most intense ones I had. “Yes, Master.”
“I’m glad you see things my way. And just so we’re clear, if you do orgasm without my permission, it’ll be the last one you have for a long time. Understood?”
“Yes, Master.” He’d withheld orgasms from me before, so I knew he wasn’t joking, honeymoon or not.
“Very good.” He patted his lap. “Now come back here so I can continue with your spanking torment.”
Torment was a good word for what he did. My backside was only the tiniest bit sore from the first spanking, so he resumed his rubbing torture. And again he kept me right on the edge of pleasure by teasing my clit and stroking my needy flesh.
“No need to count,” he said, right before bringing the paddle down the first time.
With the plug in place, I felt all kinds of full as it was. Add in his seeking fingers and the paddle that brought just enough pain to be pleasurable and before long I was squirming on his lap.
“That’s a lot of wiggling for a forgetful submissive who won’t be coming anytime soon,” he said, halfway through the set of fifteen. “If you were smart, you’d be still.”
He was right, there was no use in trying to get more friction where I needed it, since it’d be a while before he allowed me to climax. I didn’t even want to think about what would happen if I came without permission.
“Sorry, Master.” I planted my feet firmly on the floor and held on tightly to his calves.
“Seven more,” he said, smacking downward so the paddle landed directly over the plug. It shifted deeper into me and I felt my hips rock against his thigh.
So good. It felt so good.
I closed my eyes as the last six fell. He set the paddle down and ran a finger between my legs.
“Such a wicked girl,” he said. “So aroused after her spanking. I think we may start each day of our honeymoon with a spanking. What do you think?”
Was he really asking me that? How would that work since I wouldn’t be wearing his collar every day? He didn’t expect me to wear it for the next two weeks, did he?
“We’ll have to have this discussion a little later,” he said. “Now isn’t the right time. For now, be very still. I’m going to remove the plug.”
