Lynn and Leif Forevermore Ch. 45

“You don’t wanna spank me. We’re all alone now, so now we can have a different kind of fun, and if you think you need to punish me while we are having that fun, I’m a big girl and I can accept a punishment,” said Lynne looking at him with moony eyes.

His groin ached.

He knew what kind of punishment she was hinting at.

A good fucking. Her first fucking. To teach her a lesson about being such a little card cheat.

Too bad for her, it was six days away from the wedding. And too bad for him too. It hardly seemed like he wanted to wait anymore. And what the hell was six days, would it even matter in ten years. But then, he started thinking about the promise he made to Lynney, and even the way her father said all that shit about everything about them being mainly physical.

It was not! He loved her with all his soul, and wanted what was best for her. What was best, was to wait six more days, and then he could always remind her lovingly that he loved her so much, he waited to fuck her until he married her so she would know how much he loved her.

They were headed down a dangerous path together, if he kept letting her tease him with another type of punishment.

Lynne swallowed and leaned down and cupped his erection.

Leif sucked the air in through his teeth with pleasure.

“Now Lynney you need to stop that, because, your man….I’m gonna…I’ll be forced to spank you for another reason…being fresh with your man and turning him on…” said Leif, as Lynne got down on her knees, unbuckling his belt buckle, her breathing tickling his belly button.

Damn it, that little cutie made him feel so good! He loved the way her hot, wet pouty lips felt around his cock, and she sucked it like guzzling his come tasted like candy. Never received such enthusiastic head! The difference between sex from a woman who loved him, verses sex with a random woman would never compare.

“I….I think you should forget about the spanking baby. Why don’t you punish your wifey to be another way baby,” she murmured.

She stuck her pink tongue out and licked boldly over the slit of his cock. She pursed her lips around the shaft and let out a low moan, like she was receiving sexual pleasure just from the bulb of his cock inside her lips.

Shit, those sweet lips felt so good!

It was all he could do not to grab a handful of her soft hair and pull her into his cock, and tell her to suck it like the naughty little card cheat that she was, and then he’d give her something else to do with his cock, while she crouched down on all fours, obediently, like a good little wifey, and keep quiet! And he knew that was what she wanted! She looked up at him expectantly like she wanted him to talk to her raunchy while she sucked his cock and get taught a lesson.

But, not this time. Because he feared if he started playing with her nasty and rough, letting her suck his cock, he’d throw her down on the floor of the cottage on her back, and fuck the little creature until he wouldn’t need to spank her, because she’d have rug burns all over her ass tomorrow morning.

“Sweetie, stop it, come on, time for bed, I can’t help myself with you. Been wanting to fuck your pussy too long, I just can’t right now sweetie, please don’t touch my cock, I want to fuck you so much it hurts, I don’t think I can feel those lips on my cock without getting too rough with you,” murmured Leif sweetly.

And, he never wanted Lynne to feel rejected. He knew she was very sensitive with love for him and her own growing emotions, so he stooped down on his knees with her and kissed her forehead, offering her his hand and helping her up.

“You sure you don’t want some cock kisses. I’m not saying I cheated, but I sure do like being punished!” she moaned saucily.

“If you like your man to punish you lovingly, I will darlin’. It sounds to me like what you need, is a spanking little cutie, for your misbehaviors, no playing with my cock, now…stop touching it, it wants to fuck you so bad it hurts,” said Leif with a husky chuckle, referring to his dick in the third person to try to detach himself from some of his arousal.

“Yes baby. Whatever you say now baby. I’m not saying I cheated,” said Lynne playfully.

He hugged her gently around her waist.

The look she gave him was a bit different than before. Sweet as any syrup he'd ever tasted, and spicy, and submissive.

"How, do you want me, to submit myself to you, to be spanked?" she asked, and her voice took on that slightly husky timber she got when she was aroused.

She looked at him with big, obedient eyes.

"I just want to do whatever my big strong man tells me to do, even if he needs to set me a little straight, because I'm telling you now I didn't cheat," she crooned, standing in between his legs, her hand slightly touching his shoulder.

He wanted to bite his knuckles.

Because she was beautiful, and sexy, and a temptress, and he knew she liked being submissive to him, it was how she was wired, and he'd never played so much with dominance and submission as he had with his little cutie, but it was so beautiful in the context of their tender love, she craved his love and approval, and he craved to be a real, loving man for his beautiful woman, and understand all her needs and desires, because to him, it was the foundation of romantic love. When he gave her what she needed, she gave back to him manifold.

And what she said she needed was a spanking. They played the spanking games before, but not the way she was looking at him now.

She asked to...submit herself to him, for her spanking.

Oh shit, his cock ached so bad, and he wanted to pin her down and fuck her.

He looked up at her standing between his legs, and quite literally bit his knuckles with passion.

"You are lucky it's not Sunday. That's what's saving your adorable ass. Because, if it were Sunday, and you had that ring on your finger, I'd tell you to lay on your stomach and spread your legs, and bite the pillow, because I was gonna give it to you hard and nasty like naughty little cheaters deserve," he murmured.

When he murmured this, he looked into her big, hypnotic brown eyes, and they danced with fire and lust.

And she let out a little, slight peep, an, mmmphhh sound.

She wanted him so badly she moaned under her breath.

He saw her adorably shift her weight on one foot like she did when she was nervous, and she swallowed, and he smelled her womanly desire thickening in the air. A sweet pussy scent, smelling like those sugar cookies he loved.

He could tell her sexy panties were moistening at the thought of him throwing her on the bed on her tummy.

She sighed a little and murmured, her voice sounding like she was tipsy or high on a joint, like she loved-

"I wish it was Sunday...." and looked at him with these lovesick eyes.

Lovesick to submit to him lovingly, and he'd never had a woman look at him or make him feel like that before, like a king or a hero, and like she just craved his cock inside her so much, it made her feel sick with need, the same way he was sick with need to sniff, and taste and fuck her tight pussy...it was different than before, the scales with Lynne were equally balanced when it came to their sensual desires, the lust was maddeningly instinctual, and her desire mirrored his.

"But it's not Sunday baby girl. So...I think what your naughty, cheating little ass should do right now, is, pull those tasty little jeans down around your ankles, leave your panties around your ankles and climb across my knee," he murmured huskily.

His dick was so sore imagining her luscious, sandy colored bottom splayed across his knee that he leaked some precum on his boxers and worried about staining the front of his jeans.

Shit, he felt like a teenager again!

"But how will I get across your knee with my pants around my ankles," inquired Lynney.

He reached out and pinched her bottom hard so she yelped.

Then she giggled with glee, rubbing her bottom.

"Quit that Leify, it hurts!" she added, but she was also giggling her ass off.

He knew she was playing and didn't want to stop. But, he also felt it important to be sure he always knew the difference between her playful demands that he stop and her seriously wanting him to stop. That was part of building the security and love in his sweet little wife and being sure that she knew he would not hurt her.

She loved to be teased with his loving authority. He figured this was because she knew that he loved her. Authority before had caused his sweet wifey to be so much pain. But now, in the context of their beautiful love, authority was exercised to show love and concern for her. And, she probably enjoyed the games so much, because she got to learn what it was like to feel protected under strength that wanted to love her, not shame or humiliate her. It set right things that were broken and skewed in her heart and emotions. It healed things that had damaged her. And, it was up to him to impart these beautiful lessons, and he couldn't think of a more noble task on Earth. He was lucky that such a beautiful, sensitive, charismatic little creature entrusted him to teach her about love, tenderness, submitting to his wishes, and him submitting to hers.

He kissed her forehead.

"You sassing me," he asked pinching her tender bottom meat again.

"Ouch baby, that hurts," she squeaked, but she was still giggling.

He stopped pinching only because he didn't want to bruise her tender flesh with his play. She was so soft, and tender, and gorgeous.

He bent down and bit her ass through her jeans.

"Stooopp, you're so dirty, you have a hard on already, and you haven't even started my spanking yet!" she cried, but she was giggling, and cupping his head even as she was flinching.

He knew that was a playful stop, because her eyes were shining and she was laughing very hard when he sat back up and looked in her eyes. She was so adorable, learning and exploring about herself.

He'd give his life for her. He knew that at this moment. Didn't matter if they weren't always equally matched emotionally, and she needed a lot of nurturing. This sweet, giggling, adorable, curious, little nymphomaniac he was marrying deserved all the love, and pampering and spoiling he could give her, always!

Now came the time to teach his Lynney another tender lesson before the fast approaching wedding day. One last thing that was important for his baby girl to know before she became his bride, and things got rougher, and more primal between the two of them.

"Pull down your panties and climb across my lap," he crooned softly, but as he said it, he tenderly stroked her chin dimple.

She wanted him so much she leaned her chin further into his caress, looking at him with those sweet bashful eyes.

"Yes, Leify," she said batting her eyes at him playfully.

"Gonna ask it one more time princess, and the spanking will be easier if you tell your husband in five days, the truth....did you...did you cheat when playing with granny back there," said Leif playfully.

She was smiling her impish little grin and that sweet chin dimple puckered to the fore. Even though he was supposed to be playfully punishing her, he kissed that sweet dimple. Damn it she was so cute and precious and he could already see how adorable she'd be overwhelmed with the feelings of newlywed fucking.

Even if she wanted to lie, with the wholesome way she was raised, he could see right through any untruth. That sweet honesty gave it away.

"Yes, yes, I did baby, I deserve my spanking," she added, looking at him with playful shyness before staring at her feet.

Without a word, she reached down and unbuttoned those tight black jeans, so tight on her juicy ass she had to wiggle them off her little rear end globes to pull them down around her ankles.

Then she was standing there in soaking wet panties, her luscious crotch covered with a sensual, sticky little imprint already.

"You like to be spanked for your sins by your husband don't you baby girl," he added playfully.

She had her pants around her ankles, and she struggled to move forward in the circle of his arms, when he picked her up by her waist and spread her across his knees on the bed.

He then yanked her panties down firmly around her ankles.

"I want...baby I want you to know something before we play harder together. I...no matter what you should feel safe," he added tenderly.

He did something that he was sure surprised her, tenderly kissing her cute little ass, over, and over again.

"I do feel real safe baby, even when we play," she crooned softly.

"But you still need to learn to trust. When I was planning that surprise for your granny you still, you still were afraid I was gonna hurt you or leave, when I acted secretive, remember," asked Leif.

She was still across his bottom to be spanked and she turned, looked to him with tears in her eyes...

"I thought you forgave me for that, I thought you said there was nothing I could do other than cheating, that would ever make me stop loving you...please forgive me for that Leif, I am so sorry. I’m still learning, but I understand a lot more now, and I will do my best not to hurt you again. Please forgive me," said Lynne emphatically.

"I did say that I forgive you sweetness, and I meant it. But...you still have a little way to feel safe with me. And I understand it. Your dad was an asshole. Your....your ex-boyfriend whom you trusted introduced you to sex by raping you. Your church excommunicated you when you needed them the most. But the buck stops here Lynney! You're just beautiful, and sweet, and you need to know that you are very loved now, and you need to understand that I will always protect you honey, do you understand," he asked, her bottom still up in the air and naked. Sweet, tender and vulnerable. And, when she was most vulnerable of all, it was important for her to know that he’d never hurt her in a way she didn’t want!

"Yeah I understand. I know you would never hurt me. I might be kinky but spankings with you feel good, it hurts so good baby, and I love how we cuddle and have sex afterwards! Oh baby, I'm so wet on your knee, please spank me! Spank it good, harder than you ever have, I'm so wet, I’m a bad little wifey, who wants to be spanked by her man, and a lie, and a cheat! Punish me big boy! On Sunday, make me say, yes sir, husband sir, and spank me whenever I'm naughty! I want you to make say yes, husband, sir," she moaned softly. And she grinded her wet womanhood against his leg, humping his knee for sexual relief her own horniness was so great!

"I feel, I feel your creaminess on my leg. I know you want it. I know you like it. But you need to feel safe with me baby. Do you know how vulnerable you are right now? With your panties pulled down around your ankles. Naked. Smelling like my favorite sugar cookies," he moaned taking a sniff of her womanly juices on his finger and swiping the nape of her tender neck with his other gentle hand.

"Skin so damn soft sometimes I feel like a pussy. You know I love you so much I'm scared I'm gonna fucking cry like a sissy on Saturday baby," he murmured kissing her ass crack.

"I love you too! I already know that I'm gonna cry when I see you, looking sexy in that tux," she said sweetly.

Her love for him, adorable it was true, but no way was she as smitten as he was with the sweet, vulnerable little creature. And he would never hurt her.

He kissed the crown of her head.

"I....this is different than any other way you've been treated baby. You're safe Lynney. So, we're gonna have a safe word. When we play, if I spank you, or if I'm fucking you, and things get too rough and you need them to go sweet again, so you don't get scared...I want you to say your safe word. And...and since you are your husband's sweet little tortoise, shy with her little shell, and slow moving about lots of things, that's your safe word. Tortoise. You say that word to your husband, and any roughness stops, and he cuddles you right away okay? Just say Tortoise. Or Tortoise Leify, I've had enough, or it hurts, or I'm sore, or whatever. And Leify doesn't get mad, and he does not get impatient, and he doesn't yell and is not harsh like you knew before, from all the other shitty men you ever knew. Sometimes I'd like to go back in time and beat the shit out of your ex boyfriend and father, because they made you afraid of male strength. But I'm not gonna hurt you with my masculinity, and strength it will be used to bring you sexual pleasure and keep you safe emotionally. Do you understand? Because I love you Lynney. When we play with rough stuff I want it to be delightful for you. I want you to enjoy it like an animal because that shit is fun and feels good as hell, but I also want you to know that your husband is not a monster and I wouldn't hurt you. And you can stop the play anytime you wish, and it can be sweet and tender and slow, or even stop if you need...okay?" he asked sweetly.

And that's when he looked over, Lynne looked up at him and said, softly-

"Tortiose,"

And he thought it was odd, because he hadn't started to spank the lovely thing yet, but he meant what he said. If she said Tortoise, she was ready for their magical world of sexual love and play to stop, and so it was time to arrange his wifey to be's clothes so that she wasn't spread across his knee for a spanking.

He helped her up in his lap and helped her gently pull up her panties, and her jeans, covering her thighs in kisses. When he was through he tousled her hair, and pulled her down toward his knee, kissing her forehead.

Lynne looked up at him and she glowed.

"Damn it Leif, I love you," she crooned softly, and looked up at him like he was some kind of mythical folk hero or something!

She loved him, for keeping her safe, and protecting her. He was so lucky. So damn easy to love, most of the time! Her mistrust of him earlier, a simple, emotional hiccup. Normally she was a sweet angel!

"I'm glad you practiced it, to see that it worked. That's good honey. I meant what I said, I was for real. It's a good, safe word for you...and all play stops, and even better, no matter how hot and horny I am, I don't get mad. There's always another way we can get off, or cuddle, or just talk. I just love you so much, and it's not fun for me at all unless I know you feel safe with me and I-"

Lynne gave him a look, like she gave him sometimes and he wondered if she was even listening at all, when she watched his mouth. Then she roughly tangled her fingers in his dreadlocks, silencing him by probing her tongue roughly between his lips.

All Leif could do was grunt, at the flavor of her hot, tasty lips, and her nasty, erotic little kiss. Her tiny tongue was in his mouth everywhere, teasing and tickling like humming bird wings, until he broke off the kiss, chuckling with sheer pleasure. That shit felt so good!

He tangled his fingers in her hair while they engaged in another kiss, Lynne smearing her wet, hot pussy all over his hard on through his jeans while he ached that so many clothing layers were separating him from the pleasure of her loins. He couldn’t wait to get a good whiff of the crotch of his jeans later. If he could get away with it, he wouldn’t even fucking wash them before he wore them again, then when the air hit his nose just right, he could smell her smell, yummy pussy scented sugar cookies, on the front of his jeans, and no one would be the wiser, while he fought his raging boner.

The thoughts made him want to sniff and taste his woman, and he started to pull her down towards the bed so he could keep kissing her lovely neck and ears and eventually suck her pussy but she startled him by hugging him wildly around his neck, squeezing him so tightly, adorably sincere.