side and tucked her against him, her bottom snug against his softening cock, she sighed in complete satisfaction. Yes, this man had blistered her bottom with his hand and her paddle. Yes, he had laid perfectly parallel wheals down her cheeks and even seared her sit-spots as a consequence of her naughtiness, yet he also cradled her on his lap and in his arms. He soothed her tears as he accepted her penance and forgave her. He made love to her until she screamed her pleasure and then cuddled her to his body, protecting her from all harm. This was her life and she wouldn't trade a single moment of it. She'd found her soul mate and knew that being so loved was the greatest gift one could ever receive.
The next time she woke, it was to find her husband already dressing. "What time is it?" she asked, stretching her arms above her head and moaning at the pleasure remembered from the night before.
"Time for anyone wishing to skate to get out bed," Lucas teased, bending to kiss the tip of her nose.
"I'm up, I'm up," Lucy squealed, and then giggled when he began to tickle her until she was squirming and gasping. He kissed her again, their tongues tangling until he pulled back.
"That's hardly true as you are still in bed, kitten, but I definitely am." She followed the movement of his hand to see him rub his palm against the bulge pressing against the front of his trousers. As he began to unbutton his pants and released his erection, she felt her body responding. Within a heartbeat, he pulled her to the edge of the bed, flipped her onto her tummy and pushed her knees wide before burying his cock deeply within her. This wasn't the soft loving she had received the evening before. This was the rutting of a man who had no problem staking his claim as he'd done countless times before. He kept his hands on her hips, rocking her against him with each plunge.
"Come for me, Lucy, come hard."
Her fingers clutched the bedcoverings, her hair a tangled mess as she reared her head back and moaned with the feeling of total surrender. "If you don't come, I'm going to leave you wanting, aching for the pleasure you seek." He thrust in to the hilt, moving his hands to cup her breasts, tugging on nipples that were hard as diamonds. "Or should I take your hairbrush and give you a nice hard paddling on your well-striped arse?"
Her cry filled the room as his words, his fingers and his cock possessed her. She came within seconds of his own eruption and then lay beneath him, panting for breath, her body thrumming with the aftermath of her culmination.
"Papa?"
"Yes, my love."
"I don't think I have the strength to get up."
Lucas chuckled and scooped her off the bed, then placed her on her feet, giving her bottom a single swat. "You're far too young to be so tired. It's time to start our day and Molly is waiting for you."
Lucy reached a hand to rub at the spot he'd spanked and smiled as he took her free hand and moved towards the door. "Wait," she said, realizing she had not been given a gown the night before. "I'm naked!"
"And that is exactly how you need to be for your bath," Lucas said, opening the door and leading her across the hall, chuckling as she scurried like a mouse afraid that Cleo was stalking it, preparing to pounce.
"Well, it's about time, missy," Molly teased from where she sat in the rocker, Louisa sitting on a small stool between her legs as the nanny brushed her hair. "I was beginning to think you'd sleep the entire day away."
"Perhaps our little sleepy-head one needs a longer nap today."
"Papa! I was awake, but then you started tickling me and then…" Realizing what she'd been about to confess, Lucy's face turned scarlet.
"I was teasing and it's my fault, Molly," Lucas said. "I'll get our girl bathed while you finish with Louisa."
Lucy blushed but waved to her twin, and was soon lifted into the tub and giggling as her Papa began washing her himself in deference to the time. It was a quick bath but one that had her body colored
The next time she woke, it was to find her husband already dressing. "What time is it?" she asked, stretching her arms above her head and moaning at the pleasure remembered from the night before.
"Time for anyone wishing to skate to get out bed," Lucas teased, bending to kiss the tip of her nose.
"I'm up, I'm up," Lucy squealed, and then giggled when he began to tickle her until she was squirming and gasping. He kissed her again, their tongues tangling until he pulled back.
"That's hardly true as you are still in bed, kitten, but I definitely am." She followed the movement of his hand to see him rub his palm against the bulge pressing against the front of his trousers. As he began to unbutton his pants and released his erection, she felt her body responding. Within a heartbeat, he pulled her to the edge of the bed, flipped her onto her tummy and pushed her knees wide before burying his cock deeply within her. This wasn't the soft loving she had received the evening before. This was the rutting of a man who had no problem staking his claim as he'd done countless times before. He kept his hands on her hips, rocking her against him with each plunge.
"Come for me, Lucy, come hard."
Her fingers clutched the bedcoverings, her hair a tangled mess as she reared her head back and moaned with the feeling of total surrender. "If you don't come, I'm going to leave you wanting, aching for the pleasure you seek." He thrust in to the hilt, moving his hands to cup her breasts, tugging on nipples that were hard as diamonds. "Or should I take your hairbrush and give you a nice hard paddling on your well-striped arse?"
Her cry filled the room as his words, his fingers and his cock possessed her. She came within seconds of his own eruption and then lay beneath him, panting for breath, her body thrumming with the aftermath of her culmination.
"Papa?"
"Yes, my love."
"I don't think I have the strength to get up."
Lucas chuckled and scooped her off the bed, then placed her on her feet, giving her bottom a single swat. "You're far too young to be so tired. It's time to start our day and Molly is waiting for you."
Lucy reached a hand to rub at the spot he'd spanked and smiled as he took her free hand and moved towards the door. "Wait," she said, realizing she had not been given a gown the night before. "I'm naked!"
"And that is exactly how you need to be for your bath," Lucas said, opening the door and leading her across the hall, chuckling as she scurried like a mouse afraid that Cleo was stalking it, preparing to pounce.
"Well, it's about time, missy," Molly teased from where she sat in the rocker, Louisa sitting on a small stool between her legs as the nanny brushed her hair. "I was beginning to think you'd sleep the entire day away."
"Perhaps our little sleepy-head one needs a longer nap today."
"Papa! I was awake, but then you started tickling me and then…" Realizing what she'd been about to confess, Lucy's face turned scarlet.
"I was teasing and it's my fault, Molly," Lucas said. "I'll get our girl bathed while you finish with Louisa."
Lucy blushed but waved to her twin, and was soon lifted into the tub and giggling as her Papa began washing her himself in deference to the time. It was a quick bath but one that had her body colored
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