Colin loved Penelope.
He loved the sweet, caring nature that her horrible mother hadn’t quite managed to force out of her.
He loved her sharp quickness, her clever tongue, that she had mostly tried to hide for fear of drawing attention to herself in her downtrodden youth, but that he’d delighted in all through their friendship, and that had been developed into a particular genius through Lady Whistledown.
He loved that even now as a married and respectable member of society, she still took a mischievous delight in puncturing the largest egos amongst the Ton, enjoyed the power she held over them with her insightful brilliance and how they continued to hang on her every word as Lady Whistledown.
He loved that she still managed to feel a certain level of guilt at ever being less than completely kind.
Colin was more than happy to help his beautiful wife out with that guilt.
He loved her gorgeous body with a lust that sometimes surprised him in its intensity even now after years of marriage.
Even as he was meant to be reading the latest pamphlet from Lady Whistledown his eyes kept drifting over to appreciate her figure.
In fairness to him, she was an incredible sight; naked and blushing as the candlelight flickered over her turning her skin golden-hued where she stood in front of him, shifting a little from foot to foot nervously. Her hands were demurely covering her lovely, bare puss*, but where she had her hands together, her arms pushed out her magnificent, perfect breasts, presenting them beautifully.
Her eyes were fixed on the riding crop he held in his right hand and he tapped it sharply, deliberately against his boot. She jumped a little bit and her eyes shot to his face, but he forced his eyes back to the pamphlet and continued reading.
When he finished reading he put the pamphlet and his riding crop down on the table next to where he was sitting. He deliberately took a moment to straighten his cravat to highlight that he was still fully and formally clothed, while she was completely naked, before looking up at her.
“Penelope,” he kept his voice firm and a bit disapproving. “I think that there were eight gentlemen and six ladies of the Ton that you were rather mean to in this edition, don’t you?”
“Yes, Colin,” she said softly as she shivered a little, biting her full bottom lip.
“You need to be punished for this unkindness, Penelope,” he said, sternly. “Over my knee.”
Penelope approached and bent over his lap, presenting her plush, bare bottom up for punishment, pressing her plump thighs together demurely.
It was an enticing sight, and Colin enjoyed nothing more than spending hours with his face buried between her thighs. But that wasn’t what she needed tonight, not ever on the day of a Lady Whistledown publication.
“Two smacks on your bottom for each unfortunate gentleman translates to twelve spanks, Penelope,” he said, rubbing her buttocks, feeling the soft, smooth flesh, before cracking his hand down sharply.
Penelope gasped and jumped a little as a large pink handprint appeared on her pale bottom.
He spanked her firmly, enjoying the sight of her plump, reddening bum wriggling over his lap as she squirmed, offering the odd, delicious glimpse of her dark pink, wet sex.
He made sure to catch her tender, white thighs with a few of his spanks, which made her squeak a little and jump.
When he’d finished he let her up and admired the sight - her face flushed nearly as red as her bottom and her beautiful heaving breasts. He looked down to enjoy how the dark auburn curls at her sex had dampened during her spanking.
“Now,” he continued, “we know you must be more cautious with the ladies’ reputations, so every lady means one spank to your sweet little fanny.”
She shuddered in a what he knew was a mix of trepidation and excitement
He got up to lay her gently down on the sofa and pushed her thighs open, spreading her pretty, wet c*nt to his gaze. His co*ck, already hard in his breeches, throbbed a little at the sight, but he made himself be patient.
She whined a little bit when be picked up the riding crop and shuddered as he tapped it teasingly against her swollen cl*t.
“Eight spanks to this naughty little puss*, then,” he reminded her. “To ensure you are careful in your writing.”
Pen jerked and wailed when he flicked the tip of the crop sharply against her cl*t and her legs tried to jerk reflexively together.
He kept them apart with a strong hand.
“Keep your legs apart and your little c*nt offered up for well-deserved punishment, Penelope, or I’ll have to add more for disobedience.”
She spread her knees further apart in response to that, and he brought the crop down firmly on her plump, wet puss* again.
She wailed and writhed shamelessly as he spanked her desperately sensitive fanny, punishing her swollen cl*t and sweet, wet folds, turning them red and wet and sore, but managed not to try and close her thighs.
When he’d finished her chest heaved with breathy sobs, and he couldn’t resist rubbing his thumb gently over one pebbled, pink nipple.
“All done,” he said, soothingly. “You took that so well, my brave beautiful darling. All is well now.”
She surged up and reached almost desperately for him, kissing him frantically.
“Col, Col, f*ck me now, come on, Col, now, now,” she chanted as her hands pawed uncoordinatedly at his clothes.
He laughed a little – she was always so desperate after a spanking – and pushed her away slightly.
“You’re too sore, Pen, darling. I’ll use my mouth instead…”
“No!”
He flailed a little as he lost his balance when she pushed him back down onto the couch. She was small, but quite strong and very determined.
“No, no. I want it. I want it. Get your clothes off.”
She climbed on him, rubbing her sore, aching c*nt against his thigh, closing her eyes and moaning and then hissing as the rough fabric of his britches was simultaneously painful and pleasurable.
Her breasts bounced a little as she humped him, and he gave up, reaching for her and kissing her gorgeous flushed, wet face.
“Alright, alright, let me…” he struggled to get his britches open, and for someone so eager to get f*cked she wasn’t cooperating at all as she rubbed desperately against his groin.
“Pen!” he said, sharply, and grabbed her hips firmly to move her away. She pouted a bit until he said, “Get on your hands and knees, I’ll do it from behind, that might be less sore.”
She was off him in a second at that, getting in position and spreading her legs. It was quite the sight; her plump bottom still a bit red and hot from her spanking, her c*nt eager and wet between her pale thighs.
His hands were a bit uncoordinated as well as he fumbled his britches open, but she wasn’t looking so he retained a little bit of dignity as he slid down behind her, spreading her thighs a bit wider and sliding his hard, aching co*ck up against her sex.
“Yes, yes, now, Col, now,” she moaned, and he could only obey, sinking into her hot, welcoming body.
She clenched and shuddered around him as he f*cked her, kissing the back of her neck, whispering stupid mindless words of devotion against her skin until she reached up and crushed their mouths together.
He pulled them both up straight so they were both on their knees and he trailed his fingers over her pert breasts and soft belly to dip gently between her thighs. He circled her cl*t carefully, but she was having none of it and pushed her fingers over his, forcing them hard down on her sore, swollen cl*t and she screamed against his mouth as she came, clenching round his co*ck and pulling him after her.
They collapsed breathless onto the floor and she kissed him again, softly this time, smiling down at him.
“I love you, you know. You’re so good to me, Colin.”
He laughed, cupping his hands around her hot bottom.
“Well, a well-bred young gentleman will always be at his lady’s service,” he said, and kissed her again.
