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entire body.
    Then her tongue flattened along the base of his member, and she surged forward, taking him as far into her mouth as she could. His head fell back, and his grip tightened in her hair. He came crying out her name.
    When it was done, she leaned back and licked her lips. With her hair spilling over her shoulders and green eyes flicking up to his with a dazed expression, she looked like a siren designed for his every pleasure. Her smile curved her mouth, and his cock started to stir again, as if the sight of her could turn back time and transform him into a lusty boy.
    “Thank you,” she said, and he felt a surge of love and amazement at this woman whose submission was so deeply ingrained in her psyche.
    He helped her up and kissed her, hands running down her naked body. Under his touch her whole body trembled.
    “No, Esther. Naughty girls don’t get release.” He took her hand and led her to the bed, tucking in behind her. His hand cupped her breast, thumb brushing her nipple.
    She shifted and moaned, and he felt himself harden further. His intent was to leave off lovemaking and let her stew all the night, so in the morning she’d be ready for all he had planned. He couldn’t help teasing her nipple further, pinching it a little between thumb and forefinger until it stiffened and she gasped.
    “Do you desire me, wife?”
    “Yes,” she said in a low, breathy voice.
    “Good.” He took his hand away and pulled her closer, his arms tangling with hers to hold them in place. She wouldn’t dare rub her bottom, but her fingers might venture between her legs in sleep. “Sweet dreams, dearest,” he said, and at her desperate sigh, he smiled in her hair.
    Waking in the middle of the night, he almost started the second stage of his strategy, but his wife was sleeping so soundly, the moonlight gilding her face and hair, that he lay back down, and made himself wait until dawn.
    As soon as the first fingers of light stole over the horizon, he stroked her hair back until she was awake.
    “Morning,” she whispered.
    “Good morning, dearest. Did you sleep well?”
    “Yes.” She started to roll on her back, and stopped, wincing.
    “Lie on your stomach, darling. I want to inspect you.”
    A pause, then she obeyed. Johnathan often performed “inspections” of her body, which he claimed had a medical purpose, but in truth always ended in pleasure.
    He had plans for his wife today.
    Standing, he pulled away all the blankets, and looked down in satisfaction. His wife’s blonde hair spilled over the coverlet, her beautiful green eyes watching him in her pale, sleep-softened face. Her fine shoulders and back tapered to a tucked in waist, then flared out into her generous bottom.
    His hand stroked down her beautiful form, admiring the pale skin of her back and hips, especially contrasted with her bright red buttocks. His fingers caressed a hip, and as they traced the cane marks, Esther shuddered.
    “Shhh, darling, I’m not going to hurt you. Today is all about your pleasure.” He sat down to get closer to her, and gripped either hip, his thumbs stroking the hollow of her back. “Now, let’s see what we have here. Patient, twenty-eight years of age. Very lovely in face and form, and subject to recent discipline.” He massaged her back a little. “There seems to be no damage to the lower back or vertebrae, and her coccyx was unharmed. Very important in disciplinary practices, particularly when the subject is your beautiful, but disobedient wife.”
    His hands went to the back of her thighs and caressed up and down her legs. “Note that a few of the punishing strokes fell on the legs, which is perfectly acceptable. The disciplinarian obviously had a careful and practiced hand.” He scooted forward, large hands framing her delectable bottom. “Now, these stripes here; I can tell from this that the patient was very, very naughty.” His hand ghosted over the marks on her fleshy lobes, and she shuddered. “I count