He placed her gently on her feet and let go, keeping an eye on the state of her fists. That crack to his nose had hurt. His Catherine was a spitfire of the first order. That would not be an insurmountable problem, however. In fact, mounting her on a regular basis would help give her passion a more acceptable focus. Marco smiled, thinking that he was more than capable and looked forward to mounting her frequently.
“Now, my Catherine, do you have something you wish to say to me?”
Catherine shook her head, trying to get it to clear. “Yes, I want you to move so that I can leave.”
Marco laughed. “That, my beautiful mate, I will not do. Let us try again. Would you like to apologize to me for your unseemly behavior downstairs or would you like to do so once I have put you over my knee and spanked your bottom to an intense shade of red?”
“Are you fucking kidding me?” she started.
Marco grabbed her by the arm and began to march her toward the bath. He could feel her trying to fight him and reached down and swatted her backside, causing her to yelp but to move in the direction he wanted.
Once they reached the vanity, he tangled a great deal of the hair at the nape of her neck in his fist and pressed her against the vanity with his body. With the other hand, he turned on the water, wetting his hand before lathering it with soap.
“I warned you that should you continue to curse at me that I would wash your mouth out with soap. You will learn, my Catherine, that I do not make idle threats. Now, open your mouth.”
He could see her preparing to make what he was sure would be a scathing retort but as she opened her mouth to do so, he inserted his hand, wedging it into her mouth. He had done so in such a way that she could not close her jaws and bite him. He ensured that she got a good taste of the soap so that she would think twice before using such language with him again. When he removed his hand, she coughed and sputtered.
She opened her mouth to swear at him again and Marco switched hands so that the soaped hand now had hold of her hair. The other he used to strip her leggings and panties down to her mid-thigh and delivered several hard smacks to her buttocks.
“Ouch,” she screeched. “That hurts, you…”
“Catherine, do I need to add more soap to your mouth?”
She closed her mouth and wisely said nothing. Marco led her back into the sitting room portion of his suite. He sat down on the settee, pulling her into his lap.
“Now, my Catherine, do you have an apology you would like to offer me for your behavior?”
Marco watched her take a deep breath and exhale it slowly. “No. I want you to turn me loose, let me go and never, ever come near me again.”
Again, Marco laughed at her show of bravado for that’s what he knew it to be. He could smell her arousal and could see the tell-tale signs of it as well. Her thin shirt did little to hide the hardened pebbles of her nipples and as she sat on his thigh he could feel the evidence of her pussy’s readiness leaking out to drip onto him.
“In the years to come, my sweet mate, I want you to recall that it was your stubborn pride that led to you getting spanked prior to my bedding you for the first time.”
Marco reached between her legs and removed her leggings and panties. She now sat half naked on his lap. He couldn’t resist the urge to slip his hand between her legs to caress the hardened nub that was distended and in need of his attention. She tried to close her legs to him and he quickly and accurately swatted her soaked pussy with a satisfying smack.
“You do not ever close your legs to me. Where I choose to put my hands, lips, and cock is where you will have them. Should you be in need of them in between those times I am actively pleasuring you, you may ask. I assure you my answer will almost always be yes. Open your legs, my Catherine.”
She clenched them tighter until he growled. Her pussy gushed in response. She sighed quietly, quit resisting him, and relaxed her thighs. She moaned in helpless abandon as he began to explore her outer lips before plunging his fingers into her pussy.
“There’s my good mate. See how much better it is when you yield to me so I can see to our mutual need?”
“Marco, please?” she said.
He chuckled and rumbled a low growl at her. He smiled as she shivered in response. He continued to fondle her and kindle the desire he knew was there. He brought his saturated fingers up in front of both of their faces before rubbing them together so that she could see the evidence of her need before licking them clean.
“Stand up,” he commanded.
She complied and he stood with her. His massive 6′5″ frame dwarfed her even at 5′10″. He stripped her of her blouse and unfastened her bra. He stepped back from her.
“Take your bra off, my Catherine, and show me your glorious tits.”
She hesitated for only a moment as she removed the garment and let it drop to the floor. He smiled to reassure her. She was truly magnificent. He lifted a heavy breast in each of his hands, thumbing the hardened nipples as he did so.
“You will suckle our sons and daughters and provide me with great pleasure, my beautiful mate. How I wish you had chosen to mitigate your display of ill-temper downstairs with an apology. You are mine, my Catherine. We belong to each other alone. I will lay claim to you this night, but first I will punish you for your misbehavior.”
“What… what do you mean?”
Marco laughed. “You heard what I told you downstairs. I am going to put you face down over my knee and spank your pretty bottom until it is red, swollen, and tender to the touch. Then you will be made to stand in the corner like the naughty little girl you have shown yourself to be. When you have apologized to me and I am convinced you have considered your behavior and found it to be unworthy of you, I will finish with you in the corner. I mean to ride you long and hard and will hear you call my name repeatedly as I bring you to climax several times before seeding your sweet cunt.”
“You can’t be serious. First, if we’re going to have sex, and I’ll admit that I’d rather like to have sex with you, it won’t be unprotected and it won’t be with me standing in the corner with my legs up around your waist. And it sure as hell won’t be after you’ve spanked me.”
“You are right in one aspect only, it won’t be with your legs around my waist. When an alpha has to punish his mate, he finishes her as she stands with her nose in the corner. He mounts her from behind to reinforce who the dominant partner is. And while there will be great pleasure in it for you, the discomfort you feel every time the cradle of my hips makes contact with your swollen bottom as I am plunging in and out of you will serve as both reminder and reinforcement as to why you do not wish to find yourself on the receiving end of a discipline spanking.”
“Catherine, yes. That it is unprotected is of no great consequence. We are mates and will be for life. Should you wish to wait some time before bearing our first child, I am agreeable to that. We can speak with the doctor in Milan to find a form of contraception that you wish to use, but I will never wear any kind of barrier when availing myself of you. Are we clear, my Catherine?”
He saw her blink several times before she whispered, “Don’t spank me. If you do, I swear I will never forgive you.”
“As you are being spanked in response to your own naughty behavior, I am not the one in need of forgiveness. I assure you, my Catherine, that once I have seen to your punishment and have pleasured us both to restore positive feelings and balance to our relationship, I will forgive you. Now, come, mate, it’s time you paid the piper for what you have done. And I am the man who will call the tune.”
He rubbed her nipples one last time and dropped his head to give both a lingering kiss and suckle, which caused her to arch her back as she moaned. Marco chuckled as he led her back to the settee. He sat down, drawing her between his thighs. He watched as her downcast eyes spied the hard length of his cock straining against his trousers.
“Come, Catherine, place yourself over my thigh so that I know you accept that you misbehaved and that you deserve the punishment you are about to receive.”
“Marco, no one has ever spanked me before.”
“I suspected as much. You have nothing to fear, my Catherine, it will hurt but you will be fine. No misbehaving mate ever died from a spanking. Your bottom will be sore, but I plan to love you long enough, hard enough, and as many times as it takes for you to be more focused on how sore I made your sweet pussy than on the fire I intend to light on your backside.”
“Please, Marco. I’m sorry.”
“The time to apologize to avoid your spanking has long past, sweetheart, but I’m happy to hear that you are acknowledging you were naughty. Now, place yourself over my knee and let’s get this over and done with.”
Marco saw her stiffen her resolve. His Catherine was no shrinking violet easily cowed by the idea of getting her bottom blistered.
Before she could say something else that would make him have to harshen the spanking she was due, he preempted whatever it was she planned to say. “Catherine, behave yourself. If you go back to fighting with me, you will only make the spanking worse. Is that what you want?”
He saw her soften before she whispered, “I don’t want to be spanked.”
“Good, then next time you think to disobey me or misbehave, you think of that and modify your behavior before you earn yourself one. I’m asking you for the last time to be a good girl and put yourself in position. I promise it will go better for you if you do.”
He waited and watched her fight with herself. He felt that human males had done their counterparts no favor when many of them had abdicated their leadership in their relationships. He understood why—most were lazy and did not want to carry the burden of leadership. There were still some who used the tried and true method of holding their mate accountable just as there were wolves who had abdicated true leadership and used their societal norm for their own pleasure.
He patted his thigh and gently tugged her hand to encourage her compliance. With a stifled sob, she gave herself over to his care. He knew that not fighting the spanking was far beyond her. Truth to tell he had never been one to expect a female to simply lie there and take her spanking with no reaction. He closed his other leg so that it was snug up against the back of her thighs and placed his left hand on her upper back.
He rubbed her quivering bottom as he asked, “Were you naughty, my Catherine?”
She said nothing and his hand came down hard on her upturned bottom, making her screech. He only swatted her once. She hadn’t lied to him. Her reaction to his first swat indicated that she had never been spanked.
“When I ask you a question, sweetheart, I expect you to answer me with yes, sir or no, sir. Do you understand me?”
He allowed her a moment.
“Good girl,” he crooned. “Now were you naughty, my Catherine?”
“Yes, sir,” she said. He could hear she was trying to hold back her tears.
Marco understood that her tears were from her apprehension of the unknown. She would learn that there was nothing for her to fear from him, but would also learn to respect and yield to his authority.
“And do you accept that it is within my responsibilities to you as your mate that I punish you for that behavior?”
“Yes, sir,” she said, losing the battle with her tears.
“Very well. Then let us dispense with your need for a spanking.”
Marco brought his hand up and brought it down with a sharp staccato swat to the cheek he had failed to target with his first swat.
“Marco, please, don’t do this to me.”
“No, Catherine. I will not fail in my duty to you.”
He began to spank her with hard, sharp swats targeting each of her cheeks precisely. He covered her entire bottom with handprints, causing her to squirm and try to kick her legs. He knew this to be part of the process. She needed to be spanked through her resistance until she had acquiesced to his authority and asked for him to forgive her bad behavior.
While Marco had no mate of his own, he had chastised more than one female member of his pack for misbehaving. Part of his responsibility as alpha was to keep his people, especially the women and children, safe and secure. Often times the women needed a reminder that their role was to yield to their male counterparts and that not doing so had consequences that made sitting uncomfortable.
Again and again he swatted her ass. For the most part he concentrated on the fullest bloom of her cheeks, turning them a dark red. Once or twice, he directed his hand to her delicate sit spots, which made her yowl in protest. Her bottom became heated to the touch and he knew that it would be red and begin to swell before long.
The longer and harder he spanked her, the harder his cock became. He had to stifle his chuckle as it was difficult for him to believe it could get harder than it had been when he brought her to their room. Marco knew if he chuckled, it would hurt Catherine’s feelings and undermine her surrender to him. He could also scent that her own arousal was increasing and knew that when he went to mount her, he would find her more than ready.
Marco continued to punish her backside until finally, she slumped over his thigh and began to cry in earnest.
“I’m sorry I was such a bitch, Marco. I’m sorry I cussed you out. Please be done. Please?”
Marco stopped mid-swing. “Have you had enough?”
“Yes, sir,” she sobbed.
“Do you understand that when you misbehave I am going to spank you?”
“Yes, sir. Please be done.”
“As this is your first spanking, I will let this suffice although I am not sure I left enough sting in your pretty tail for it to have done as much good as it should.”
“No, you have. I will never sit down again,” she cried.
This time he did chuckle. He let her up and brought her onto his lap. She winced as her bottom made contact with him. “There, there, my sweet, you will be fine. And see how your body reacts to my dominance of you?”
He reached up to play with her nipples before sliding his hand back between her legs. When she started to clench them together, he growled.
“Do I need to spank that pussy before sending you to the corner?”
She quickly opened her thighs. “No, Marco,” she said as she guided his hand between them once more.
He dipped his fingers into her soaked pussy and brought her natural lubricant back up to rub onto her engorged clit. He rubbed that sensitive bundle of nerves with her own fragrant viscosity, making her moan with desire.
“There will come a time, my Catherine, that I feast on the honey you keep between your legs, but not this night. This night I will claim you repeatedly with my cock sheathed in your pussy. Now you get up and go stand with your nose in the corner.”
“Marco, please. Can’t we just go to bed?”
“No, Catherine. You will do as you are told or I will put you back over my knee. Do you yield? Or do I put more sting in that sore bottom?”
He watched her scan his face to see if he would back down. He could tell that she recognized he would not.
“No, sir. I’ll go stand in the corner.”
“Good girl. You stand facing the corner with your hands on the wall and push your bottom out.”
He chuckled. “Mainly because I told you to.”
“Yes, sir,” she said with resignation lacing her voice.
“But also, because it puts your pretty red bottom and your very wet pussy on display for me to admire.”
He watched her blush profusely. “No woman may have died from a spanking, but did one ever die from humiliation?”
“No, my Catherine. And you will not be a first. Now go stand in the corner.”
She got up and went to the corner. Marco followed her. Once she was standing as she’d been told, he ran his hand down her back and lightly fondled her punished backside.
“Good girl. I’m very proud of you. You stand here until I tell you otherwise.”
Catherine couldn’t believe she was standing as she’d been ordered. And the tone of Marco’s voice left no doubt that she had been ordered. But there were worse things, she told herself. Worse was almost preening when he had praised her. Worse was how much her ass hurt. Worse was how incredibly turned on she was. But worst of all was that she was quite certain he knew all of it.
“Such a beautiful ass you have, my Catherine. And it has such a lovely feel to it—firm and smooth yet enough give and bounce when it is spanked that your mate can tell you feel it. And you felt it, didn’t you?”
“Yes…” she said a bit sullenly.
“Yes, what?” he queried her as a reminder.
“Good girl,” he said again in his low rumbling voice.
Catherine could feel her nipples contracting even more tightly and danced lightly on her feet. She hoped partly that shuffling back and forth might reduce some of the sting and partly because she had to do something to try to alleviate the growing need she had to feel him do as he’d promised—mount her from behind and take her long and hard. She had no doubt that he was quite capable of making good on that promise as well.
She heard Marco chuckle. Catherine was quite sure he knew the state she was in… both in terms of pain in her ass and the fire that was spreading throughout her body. She heard him growl and once again felt the sound as well as heard it. It caused her to shudder in response. She heard him chuckle again. He knew what that sound did to her.
“You do that deliberately,” she accused as she whirled around to face him.
“Catherine, you turn back around and put yourself in position. This is the only time I will remind you without there being consequences.”
The easy charm and lust had been replaced by command. This was a man used to issuing orders and having them followed with no questions asked. Well, he’d have to get used to plenty of questions and a lot of not having his orders followed. What was she thinking? She wasn’t going to be with him. This was a one-night stand… two at most. But he had talked as though he planned to be with her.
She flashed back on what he’d said—suckling his sons and daughters? And when had his calling her his mate begun to sound normal? On second thought, this was a ‘just as soon as he fucks me and falls asleep’ stand. She meant to get out of this hotel and out of Florence. She didn’t think he’d much care for his plans being thwarted and did not wish to bring any trouble to Sera’s front door.
She wondered why he couldn’t just come over here and fuck her. She’d begun to ache. Her pussy seemed to be throbbing in time with her heart. She desperately needed him to take that hard length she’d felt and use it to ease her need.
“Yes, my Catherine?”
“I thought you were going to forgive me.”
“Have you apologized and asked for my forgiveness?”
“I apologized,” she whined and hated the sound of her own voice.
“You told me you were sorry. You were only sorry that you were about to get your bottom spanked. Would you care to apologize and ask to be forgiven?”
She jumped as his finger ran down the side of her neck. How had he joined her so quickly and so quietly?
“Marco, please. I’m sorry. I did apologize for being a bitch…”
She yelped as his hand connected once again with her very sore backside.
“Listen to me, my naughty mate, you do not use curse words of any kind and you do not refer to yourself in any derogatory manner. You are my beautiful Catherine. You are exquisite beyond measure and I will not have anyone denigrate you in any way… including you. Have I made myself clear?”
She stomped her foot, which made him chuckle.
“I’m sorry for whatever you need me to be sorry for so you’ll quit fu… messing around,” she corrected herself, which also made him chuckle. “This isn’t easy for me,” she said as she started to lose control of her emotions and tears began to threaten to fall from her eyes again.
She felt him nuzzle her neck as he wrapped his arm around her and stroked her side.
“Shhh,” he crooned. “I know, but you have to learn to behave. I have no wish to punish you, but I will when you are in need of correction. Now, try again.”
“I really don’t know what you want me to say.”
“I want you to apologize for refusing to allow me to apologize for insulting you…”
She waited and then realized he expected her to repeat what he said.
She took a deep breath. “I’m sorry for not allowing you to apologize to me.”
“And for using foul language.”
“And for using foul language,” she repeated.
“But mostly for failing to heed my call as your mate.”
“What do you mean by that?” she asked, confused. “I mean I can say it, but I don’t understand.”
Marco growled low and she felt her whole body respond with a shiver of pure desire.
“My call, my Catherine. That fire you feel running across your skin and seeping into the marrow of your bones. You are my fated mate. I have been waiting for you… as I believe you have for me. Haven’t you?”
Catherine felt panicked. How did he know? Did he know about her dreams? What did he mean by fated mate?
“Catherine, you will apologize for not heeding my call.”
“All right, Marco. I’m sorry. I didn’t know that’s what it was.”
“But you felt wildly attracted to me and I have haunted your dreams, have I not? As you have haunted mine?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
“Yes, what?” he gently chided.
“Yes, sir. I have seen you in my dreams for years so when I saw you at the restaurant, it was unsettling.”
“But I am here now, my Catherine. You are my fated mate. Now finish your apology.”
“I’m sorry I didn’t heed your call.”
“Such a beautiful mate. Shall I forgive you and take care of that fire between your legs?”
“Please, Marco. But seriously, I haven’t been seeing anyone and so haven’t been on the pill.”
“And this would be a problem because?”
“Because I could get pregnant.”
“And that would be a problem because?” he chuckled, nuzzling her neck and running his hands up the front of her body to gently grasp her breasts, flicking his thumbs over her nipples.
“Shit. Can’t you just use a condom until I can get protection?”
“No, my Catherine, if my seed strikes fertile ground, your belly will swell with the glory of our lovemaking.”
She couldn’t repress her shiver. He made it all sound so easy… so normal… so right.
He moved directly behind her, maneuvered her lower body, and spread her legs apart so that he could mount her. She heard him unzip his fly and felt the hard head of his cock begin to probe between her legs, seeking the entrance to her core.
She felt him grasp her hips and hold her steady as he lined up his cock with her pussy and then thrust home. She was surprised with her climactic response to his possession. One of his hands continued to hold her steady as he began to pump in and out of her. The other he wrapped around her waist to support her as her knees began to buckle.
“Oh, my God, Marco,” she said, trying to catch her breath.
“My glorious mate; how sweetly you respond to me.”
His rhythmic thrusting was strong and steady. Catherine felt her pussy contracting around him as she enthusiastically made his cock welcome within her warm sheath. She thought she’d never heard a sweeter sound than when Marco groaned and then growled in pure pleasure. Catherine used one hand to lean heavily against the wall. With the other she brought his hand up to her breasts.
He chuckled as he began to rub her nipple between his thumb and finger, causing her to gasp again. He moved his hand so that now his arm stretched across her torso and caught her other nipple between his fingers as he pinched and pulled her. His other hand quit grasping her hip but slid across the lower half of her body to trap her more fully and to allow her even less movement as he pummeled her pussy with his cock.
“Brace yourself, my Catherine, I mean to finish hard in you.”
She did as he ordered and felt herself open even further to him. He rammed her with his cock over and over. She felt her pussy start to contract in orgasmic spasms. But more than that, she could feel Marco reach his own finish and begin to pump her full of his seed. For the first time in her life, she understood what it was like to be taken by a man, what it felt to be used for her intended purpose, and more than that, what it felt like to be loved.
Loved? Where had that thought come from? He’d said nothing of love. But he growled low and long in her ear as he continued to pump his cum deep into her core. She felt the warmth of his feeling embrace her completely.
Finally, she felt him finish filling her. He snugged up against her bottom, making her wince. He pressed himself even more tightly against her. She had lost herself to his passion while he was fucking her, but now was reminded this same man had spanked her to tears before he’d taken her without any protection whatsoever. She knew instinctively that he was pressing against her to seal the entrance to her womb, trapping all of his essence within her. Even though it hurt, she settled her ass back against him within the cradle of his pelvis.
Marco continued to nuzzle her and make low growling noises, which only increased her sense of well-being. Why had no man ever thought to growl at her before now? Why had she never known what it was like to be possessed so completely and when she wanted it so badly? She found herself weeping silently.
“It’s all right, my Catherine. I’m here. I have you now.”
He withdrew from her with a loud groan, and her legs started to give way. She quickly found herself swept up into his arms and taken to the bed. He set her on her feet but held her steady as he turned back the covers. Once again he lifted her in his strong arms and cradled her against his chest before kissing her deeply on the mouth and then gently on each eye. He laid her down on her side ensuring she was comfortable and then tucked her in.
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