Sinful desires{steamiest short stories}

Her soft flesh stung like the Devil as welts began to form where his hard fingers had struck. She felt him caress her gently, kneading and massaging her yielding softness.

“There, there, my dear.” He said soothingly. “Daddy’s not so bad. Daddy’s going to make it better now.”

“You call this punishment.” She yelled suddenly. “You old coot, why I’ve had better spankings from my ninety year old school marm.”

“Is that so?” He laughed. “She must have had hands that could wrestle a prize bull by its horns then.”

“Yeah, they sure hurt more than your little princess’ soft hands.” Delilah screamed.

“Ah, here, let me take my gloves off.” He laughed.

Delilah sucked in her breath with a sudden gasp as she felt his iron hard palm smack across her tender butt again.

This time his little finger struck at her naked pussy, suddenly making the familiar sensation of pleasure mingle with the pain. She wriggled her hips, eager to spread her legs and expose more of her.

“How do you like that, you little minx?” Carson grunted, his hand slamming down on her again with two fingers striking her pulsing pussy.

She knew he could feel her wetness on his fingers by now. She tried to push her head up again but he held her down. Her eyes went wide as a warm hardness pushed into her belly from underneath her. Carson was getting as turned on by this as she was.

“You call that a spanking, Daddy Dearest?” Delilah moaned, goading him on.

“How about this?” He brought his hand full force on her, making her arch her back and finally cry out in pain.

He rested his palm on her bare butt; two fingers nestled between the crack, lingering over her wet pussy. She felt his fingers wiggle over her pussy, sending streaks of pleasure through her body.

“More, more…” She whimpered.

“You’ve been sent by the Devil himself.” Carson grinned lasciviously. “But no more… not now.”

He rose up and slung her shuddering body over his shoulder. With a few quick bounds he was up the stairs and entering the bedroom.

Delilah found herself roughly hurled onto the bed. She fell onto the soft bedding and cushions, welcoming the comfort. Her buttocks smarted like never before. She half expected Carson to rip her gown off and take her right then and there.

But he just stood there and watched her. His hands crossed over his deep chest.

“Come on, Daddy.” She groaned, writhing on the bed. “Is that all you can do…”

“That’s enough punishment for today, you insolent filly.” He drawled. “You will behave yourself from now on…”

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Tears had stained her pretty face and Carson felt his heart beat faster at the sight of it. He quickly left the bedroom, closing the door behind him.

Spanking her had really aroused him and he didn’t know why. He was angry with her apathy over the food, that which he had worked so hard for. No wife of his was going to disrespect his achievements.

She could insult him as much but not his reputation. He felt a guilty pleasure in spanking her like that; she had made his blood boil like no one else ever did. He didn’t want to take her in the condition he was in, aroused and overeager, out of control.

That was the benefit of being older and more experienced. If he had met Delilah ten years ago and she had stoked him like this then, he would have ravaged her ten times over by now.

Carson took a deep breath and stepped out into the moonlight. The cool air cleared his head and he lit up a cigar. He needed to ride, to feel free, to come alive… and get his mind off Delilah, at least for the rest of the night.

He stepped into the stables and picked up a saddle. His favorite horse, Windsong, nuzzled up to him and he saddled her and bolted off into the night.

Windsong reared up, flailing her forelegs over his head. Colt Healey, the ranch hand, ducked quickly, avoiding the flashing hooves. The sound of her laughter burning in his ears, Carson walked up and grabbed at the reins. Whispering softly to calm down his horse, he glared at his mail order bride.

“I said, Windsong doesn’t need the switch, she’s the best trained horse here.”

“Oh, really.” Delilah grinned mischievously. “I think all animals need to be shown who’s in charge, don’t you?

“No, not when they are well trained.” Carson grated.

“Now get off the saddle before Windsong throws you off her.”

“It looks like you care more for your horse than your wife, Mr. Carson.” Delilah sneered, eyeing the brawny cowboys doing their chores around the ranch.

“For one, she’s got better manners than you, does what she’s told and never talks back.”

“If that’s what you wanted in a wife, maybe you should have married the horse.” She snickered.

“Have you forgotten last night’s punishment… for your insolence?” His eyes were bloodshot.

“If that’s what you want to call it, Daddy Dear.” She purred and slid off the saddle, wincing a bit at the soreness from his spankings.

“Don’t call me that in front of the men.” He whispered sharply.

“And why not, they can clearly see you’re old enough to be my daddy.”

“That’s enough.” Carson roared. “Get back into the house.”

She waved at him sweetly and turned away, seductively swaying her hips, enjoying the way every pair of eyes out there followed her.

Carson gritted his teeth. He had to teach her a more harsh lesson than just spanking. Disrespecting food was bad enough, she had done it again at breakfast, but making fun of him in front of his ranch hands was the last straw.

Grabbing a piece of rope and the switch, he strode towards the house.

He found her sitting by the bedroom window, wearing only a corset and stockings. His breath caught in his throat, she looked like a dancer in a burlesque house. He felt his temples pounding and a pleasant fullness between his legs.

She looked at him with a petulant gleam in her blue eyes. “Are you going to punish me again, Daddy?” The innocence in her voice made his heart stop.

“You’re playing games with me?” He snarled. “Me! Captain Jebediah George Carson. I’m teaching you some discipline if it’s the last thing I do. I’m going to get that city slicking impertinence out of you once and for all.”

“Oh, punish me, Daddy.” She moaned. “Punish me till you’re happy.”

“You bet I am going to, Missy.” He grinned and grabbed her by the wrist.

Delilah giggled nervously as he threw her over the back of the chair.

The soft cushion pressed against her belly as he tied each of her wrists to the arms of the chair with the soft horsehair rope he brought with him. She felt the rope tighten over her skin, but it didn’t hurt.