Day 9 - Spanking

Day 9 - Spanking

"You've been quite cheeky today, my love," Colin remarked, his voice low and filled with amusement as he stepped closer, his hands resting casually in his pockets. "I do believe you're in need of some... correction."

Penelope's heart skipped a beat at his words, her breath catching in her throat as she turned to face him, her eyes widening slightly in surprise. "Correction?" she echoed, her voice trembling slightly with a mixture of anticipation and excitement. "And what exactly do you have in mind, Mr. Bridgerton?"

Colin's smirk widened as he stepped closer, his gaze never leaving hers as he reached out, his fingers brushing lightly over the soft fabric of her gown. "I believe a lesson is in order," he murmured, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. "One that involves a certain... discipline."

Penelope's cheeks flushed at his words, her body already responding to the tension between them as she felt the heat of his touch through the fabric of her gown. The thought of what he intended, the idea of being disciplined by him, sent a thrill of excitement through her that made her breath hitch.

"Turn around," Colin instructed softly, his voice firm but gentle as his hand settled on her hip, guiding her into position. Penelope complied, her body trembling slightly as she turned to face the vanity, her back now to him.

She could feel his presence behind her, the warmth of his body radiating toward her as he slowly gathered the skirts of her gown, lifting them with deliberate care until they were bunched at her waist. The cool air of the room brushed against her exposed skin, sending a shiver down her spine as Colin's fingers lightly traced the curve of her bare thighs, his touch firm but gentle.

"You've been rather bold today, haven't you?" he murmured, his voice low and teasing as his hands slid over her body, caressing the soft skin of her thighs. His fingers trailed higher, brushing over the fabric of her undergarments as he explored her body with slow, deliberate strokes.

Penelope bit her lip, her heart racing as she felt his hands move over her, the sensation of his touch both thrilling and torturous as he teased her with the promise of what was to come. Her breath came in short, shallow gasps, her body trembling with anticipation as she waited for him to make his next move.

"Tell me," Colin whispered, his breath hot against her ear as he leaned down, his hands still tracing the lines of her body, "what happens to naughty wives who misbehave?"

Penelope's cheeks flushed deeper, her fingers curling into the edge of the vanity as she whispered, "They... they are punished."

Colin's hands slid higher, his fingers hooking under the waistband of her undergarments as he slowly peeled them down, exposing her completely to him. The fabric fell to the floor, leaving her bare from the waist down, her body trembling with the weight of his gaze as he stepped back to admire her.

"And how should you be punished, Penelope?" he asked softly, his voice filled with a dark, teasing amusement as his hand slid over the curve of her backside, his touch firm and possessive. "Shall I spank you?"

Penelope's breath hitched, her body trembling with anticipation as she nodded, her voice barely above a whisper. "Yes, Colin," she murmured, her heart racing. "I deserve to be spanked."

Colin's hand tightened slightly on her hip, his other hand lifting to gently cup her cheek, his touch firm as he positioned her in front of him. "That's right," he whispered, his voice filled with quiet command. "Now bend over."

Penelope complied, her breath coming in shallow gasps as she bent over the vanity, her hands gripping the edge for support as Colin's hands moved over her, positioning her exactly where he wanted her. She could feel the weight of his gaze on her bare skin, the heat between them growing with every passing second as the tension mounted.

Colin's hand came down on her backside with a firm, deliberate smack, the sound echoing through the room as Penelope gasped, her body jolting at the sensation. It wasn't painful, but it was enough to send a rush of heat through her, the sharp sting of his hand making her heart race with excitement.

"You'll take this punishment," Colin murmured, his hand rubbing gently over the spot where he had spanked her, his touch soothing but firm. "And you'll learn your lesson, won't you?"

Penelope nodded, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps as she whispered, "Yes, Colin. I'll be good."

Colin smiled, his hand coming down again, the sting sharper this time as he delivered another firm smack. Penelope's body trembled beneath him, her breath catching in her throat as she felt the heat building between her legs, the combination of his firm hand and the gentle caress of his touch sending waves of pleasure through her.

With each smack, Colin's hand lingered, stroking the skin he had just punished, the contrast between the sharp sting and the soft caress heightening the sensations running through Penelope's body. She whimpered softly, her body trembling with need as the tension between them continued to build.

"You've been quite the challenge today," Colin murmured, his voice filled with quiet amusement as he delivered another firm smack, his hand sliding down to gently caress the soft skin of her thighs. "But I think you're learning your lesson, aren't you?"

Penelope nodded, her body trembling with the intensity of the moment as she whispered, "Yes, Colin. I've learned my lesson."

Colin's hand lingered on her for a moment longer, his touch firm but gentle as he stroked her reddened skin, the heat from her earlier spanking still radiating beneath his fingers. He stood behind her, fully clothed in his shirt and trousers, his presence commanding as Penelope remained bent over the vanity, her skirts still gathered around her waist, her undergarments discarded on the floor.

He stepped closer, his breath warm against her neck as he leaned down, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of her shoulder. "You've been so good for me," he murmured softly, his voice filled with affection as his hands slid over her bare skin, tracing the curve of her hips. "But I'm not finished with you yet."

Penelope's heart raced at his words, her body tingling with anticipation as she felt Colin's hands move to the front of his trousers, the sound of him undoing the buttons making her breath catch in her throat. Her body trembled with need, the sting of her earlier punishment still fresh in her mind as she waited for what was to come next.

She could feel the heat between them growing as Colin undressed, the rustle of fabric and the soft thud of his trousers falling to the floor filling the room with a quiet intensity. His hands returned to her hips, sliding over the soft curve of her backside as he positioned himself behind her, the weight of him pressing against her in a way that made her heart race.

With a soft groan, Colin guided himself to her entrance, his hands gripping her hips firmly as he pushed into her with one slow, deliberate thrust. Penelope gasped at the sensation, her body arching beneath him as he filled her completely, the fullness of him pressing against her sore backside with every movement.

The sting from her spanking was still there, a dull, pleasant ache that heightened the sensation of his thrusts, each movement sending a rush of heat through her body. What should have been discomfort was instead a strange, thrilling mix of pleasure and pain, the sharp sting blending with the deep, satisfying fullness of him inside her.

"Do you feel that?" Colin whispered, his voice low and filled with desire as he began to move, setting a slow, steady pace that left her breathless. "Every time I move, you can feel the reminder of your punishment, can't you?"

Penelope whimpered softly, her fingers clutching the edge of the vanity as she nodded, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps. "Yes," she whispered, her voice trembling with both pleasure and the lingering heat of her spanking. "I can feel it... everywhere."

Colin groaned softly, his hands tightening on her hips as he thrust into her with more force, each movement sending a sharp, pleasant twinge through her backside as their bodies moved together in perfect sync. The sensation of him filling her, the heat of his body pressing against hers, was overwhelming, the dull ache of her punishment blending with the pleasure of their connection in a way that made her body tremble with need.

"Good," Colin murmured, his voice rough with desire as he leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear. "I want you to remember this. I want you to feel this every time I take you."

Penelope's breath hitched at his words, her body trembling beneath him as the heat between them built to a fever pitch. Each thrust sent a wave of pleasure through her, the sharp sting of her sore backside only intensifying the sensation as Colin drove her closer to the edge.

She could feel the tension building inside her, the heat of his body pressing against hers, the sound of their skin meeting filling the room as they moved together. Colin's hands gripped her hips tightly, his pace quickening as he chased the release they both craved, his breath hot against her neck as he whispered her name.

Penelope's body arched beneath him, her fingers digging into the vanity as the pleasure mounted inside her, every thrust sending her spiraling closer to the edge. The dull ache of her spanking, the sharp sting of each movement, only heightened the intensity of her release, her body trembling with the overwhelming sensation of it all.

"Colin," she gasped, her voice trembling with need as she felt herself teetering on the brink. "I... I'm so close..."

"I know," Colin whispered, his hands tightening on her hips as he drove into her harder, his own breath coming in short, ragged bursts as he pushed them both toward the edge. "Let go, Penelope. Let me take you."

And with one final, shuddering thrust, Penelope did.

Her body convulsed beneath him, her release crashing over her in waves as she cried out, the sensation of Colin's body pressed against hers, the sting of her punishment, all blending into one overwhelming rush of pleasure. She felt him tense behind her, his own release following moments later as he groaned softly, his hands gripping her hips as he spilled into her, his body trembling with the force of it.

They stayed like that for a moment, their bodies still pressed together, their breathing heavy and uneven as they came down from the intensity of their shared release. Colin's hands loosened their grip on her hips, his touch softening as he leaned down, his breath warm against her skin.

"You were perfect," Colin murmured softly, his voice thick with affection as he pressed a kiss to the back of her neck. "Absolutely perfect."

Penelope smiled weakly, her body still trembling with the aftershocks of her release as she leaned into his touch. "I do believe," she whispered breathlessly, "I've learned my lesson."

Colin chuckled softly, his hands sliding over her sides as he helped her up from the vanity, his touch gentle and tender. "Perhaps," he replied, his tone light with amusement as he pressed a kiss to her temple. "Though I must say, you make it rather difficult for me to remain the stern disciplinarian."

Penelope smiled, her heart swelling with affection as she turned in his arms, her fingers lightly tracing the lines of his face. "I daresay I rather enjoy being disciplined by you," she teased, her voice soft and filled with love. "Though I shall endeavor not to misbehave... too often."

Colin grinned, his arms wrapping around her waist as he pulled her close, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "You, my love, are incorrigible."