Clean Cure

CLEAN CURE

Desiree Erotique

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***** This book contains explicit sexual content, graphic language, and situations that some readers may find objectionable (domination and spanking).

Clean Cure Desiree Erotique This e-book is a work of fiction. While reference might be made to actual historical events or existing locations, the names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

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Copyright © January 2007 by Desiree Erotique All rights reserved. This copy is intended for the purchaser of this e-book ONLY. No part of this e-book may be reproduced or shared in any form, including, but not limited to printing, photocopying, faxing, or emailing without prior written permission from Loose Id LLC.

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Editor: Barbara Marshall Cover Artist: April Martinez

Dedication Much gratitude to Claudia McRay and Marianne LaCroix. With special thanks to Treva Harte and my editor, Barbara Marshall. To Robert, with love.

Chapter One

Since Colleen’s husband, Nolan, a first lieutenant, had been sent to Afghanistan, she’d fought her anxieties and loneliness by spending time with friends during the day; in the evenings, she devoted her attention to making the doll dresses, ensembles, and accessories that had become quite popular in their hometown of Oakshaven. Her sideline hobby delighted the local collectors and had turned into a successful online business that not only fetched Colleen customers from all over the world, but also provided a steady income. Between the work and her friends, somehow she’d managed to keep the house in order and herself from despair, though Nolan had never been far from her thoughts. Nights were the worst, when she knew he wasn’t there at her side, that she wouldn’t be able to touch him when she turned over in the dark. And it was only in the wee hours that she could allow herself to feel the measure of his absence, when prayers were interspersed with scorchinghot fantasies, followed by needful masturbation. In Colleen’s late-night imaginings, Nolan always captured and pleasured her. Her favorite fantasy was set in an ancient, pagan Persia, an exotic halcyon locale where magic and sensuality imbued everything. Colleen envisioned herself a captive virgin, just taken to the slave market to be sold. Collared and restrained by a brass leash, she was paraded on the

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block by a towering leash master in leather pants. Naked and tremulous under the eyes of the lusty crowd, she was for sale to the highest bidder.

The auctioneer stepped up and called for bids as the leash master turned her around in front of the crowd, gesturing to her ass, brushing his fingers through her long hair, and pinching her nipples until they were as hard and crimson as her face. The bids sounded loud and debauched to Colleen. At last, a final offer was called, and the auctioneer bowed to a man in the crowd. The auction winner wore black- and gold-trimmed silk garments, but she couldn’t make out his face in the sunlight. He bowed politely to the auctioneer and started through the throng. The leash master tugged the restraint, compelling Colleen to follow him toward the steps. He led her down as another master ushered a new slave up to the block. They entered the waiting pen where dozens of other naked women were corralled. The burly pen keeper opened the gate, and the man who had purchased her stepped in. His blond hair curtained his collar, and a large coin sack swung from his belt; Colleen’s heart fluttered. The master swatted her ass to prompt her forward. Colleen stood within the master’s shadow, too timid to meet her new owner’s eyes, and the leash master gave her the humbling order to kneel. Colleen obeyed and heard the exchange of coins. The leash master pushed her head lower, taking the key from around his neck and unlocking her collar. As he removed the restraint, her buyer raised her chin; she looked into the face of a rugged, handsome man. His satisfied leer seemed to disrobe her very soul, but he took her hand gently and helped her rise. “You belong to me now, little slave.” Putting an arm around her waist, her new master led her out of the pen. His black horse was tethered to a post near the shack where the women had been kept before the auction. He lifted her to the saddle and then jumped astride himself. He held her tightly against his body with his right arm and took the reins with his left hand. Then he made a clicking sound with his tongue, and the stallion began a hastened

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pace into the clean clay streets of the city. It was a lovely city, Colleen thought as they passed bleached adobe houses and outdoor shops. On the rise in the distance stood the sultan’s azure palace, the jet-plated onion dome gleaming in the sunlight. Colleen’s buyer turned the horse into a private entryway to a small, tiled courtyard that was surrounded by flowering jasmine and shaded by lofty palms. There was a goldfish-filled pool in the center of the courtyard, and a grey-veined marble table flanked by two ebony benches stood at one shady edge. The horse came to a stop, and the man leaped down, holding his arms toward Colleen. She froze in the reflection of those bold, blue eyes. He laughed softly and pulled her from the horse. As her feet touched the warm tile, he captured the length of her hair, and to her amazement, brought it to his nose, inhaling deeply. He let her hair sift through his hands then and smiled as the dark strands cascaded over her back and buttocks. Alone with this man, Colleen felt more self-conscious than when she’d been up on the block. When he touched her breasts and kneaded her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, an unexpected hot shiver spirited through her. He laughed gently again and turned to the horse to pull a roll of black cloth from behind the saddle. He stepped toward the table and spread the cloth out, and Colleen saw waves of gold embroidery across its surface. He turned to Colleen and folded his arms. Colleen blushed hard and laced her arms about herself in the attempt to shield her body from his discerning gaze. “As I said, you are mine now. Come here, my trembling dove.” Colleen’s legs wouldn’t move. He grunted softly and advanced, and taking her hand, brought her to the table. His large hands circled her waist, lifting her onto the table. The gold weave of the cloth was hard and cool under her buttocks. Her buyer grasped her breasts and licked her nipples. Colleen had never been touched like this before, and as he stroked her nipples and his mouth browsed over her throat, her body became aroused. She inhaled

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deeply, the smell of him -- virile, primitive, and potent -- was more enthralling than the most costly perfume. He kissed her lips now, and her mouth knew a delicious fire. Her nether mouth was wet and ached for more. She watched as he stripped and let his garments fall to the ground. His cock was hard and pink, and though shocked, Colleen’s mouth watered at the sight. He laid her back upon the cloth and drew her hips gently over the edge of the table, unfolding her thighs and massaging her virgin pussy until it was so wet she blushed from head to toe. Colleen moaned; her pelvis undulated. He touched the rigid head of his cock against her fount and her juices spurted. “My little dove,” he crooned. He held her thighs open firmly and penetrated her with a rock of his hips. Colleen felt agonizing pain, but only for a moment. He thrust deeply, fucking her with a mounting momentum that filled Colleen’s insides with heavenly sensation. Her pelvis rocked in rhythm with his, and the sensation built until a blinding spasm of delicious pleasure swept through her. Her buyer fucked her harder and even deeper as she came. She felt his orgasm tide into her, and a feral moan escaped his lips. Colleen saw the tension leave his handsome features, and when his eyes opened again, the pleased, possessive smile he wore sent another little orgasm through her. Colleen moaned, extending her arms to him, and he pulled her up, embracing her fiercely as his hot lips lavished kisses over her throat. “Very good, little slave girl,” he said huskily. “Very good.” It was a delicious fantasy, and Colleen couldn’t wait until Nolan was back home again when he could act it out with her. They had shared a lot of fantasies before he’d gone away. Still, nothing truly eased the troubling images of her dreams about Nolan, the ones that had so often awakened her to uncontrollable tears and panic. She missed Nolan, and worried

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about him so. Although she was very proud of him and knew that he was only doing his duty, Colleen had come to resent the military -- or at least the war -- for taking him away. Then, after fifteen long months, Colleen received the call that told her Nolan was finally coming home; his plane was scheduled to arrive in three days. Colleen had never been happier and spent the afternoon shopping with her girlfriends, buying sexy new dresses, cute shoes, and new lingerie for herself -- a whole new wardrobe for her man. As always, Colleen would be the only one to welcome him home; Nolan’s parents were both dead, and his brother never bothered to show up. She drove to the airport on Sunday, wearing what she hoped would appeal to Nolan best: the new purple dress with the black lace hem and sleeves. The cut showed off her shoulders, and there were cute midnight buttons down the back. Matching heels and smoky thigh-highs completed the look she’d been after, and she accessorized the ensemble with the strand of black pearls Nolan had given her shortly before he’d left. Her heart raced as she waited with the other wives and families for the plane’s descent. When the unit arrived at last and the soldiers filed into the entrance lobby, Colleen felt a new wave of anxiety. Where’s my man? Oh, God, let him be okay! She was tempted to tear through the mass of people crowding around the soldiers already inside the terminal. But then she spied his towering figure and his short, trimmed, blond-auburn hair. She screamed his name and saw his eyes searching the room. As savagely and yet demurely as possible, Colleen parted the throng of limbs and hugging bodies. Suddenly, two long, strong arms laced around her waist. She was lifted straight off the floor and taken into a fierce embrace. A familiar sensual growl next to her ear told that, indeed, this was her man. She’d never been as grateful as when Nolan appeared, robust and healthy, his blue eyes as lucid as ever and shining with relief to be home. However, his virile features were leaner, and he’d developed a deep bronze tan.

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For a long time, they sat in the lobby, holding one another, asking over and over if the other was all right. After a time, he took her face between his hands and kissed her reassuringly. “I’m fine,” he declared. He stroked her long brunette hair and cupped her chin in his hand. “This tour is over; this second stint will be over in a month. I’m retiring, Colleen, just like I promised, I’m going to enjoy the rest of my life and devote it to my girl.” Colleen was so giddy that she shook; Nolan took the keys to the old red Mustang and they sped home. Situated outside of the base in the old part of Oakshaven, their small house was nothing fancy, and older than the ones in the new subdivision a block away. Still, it had the cozy ambience that both of them had sought, especially now that it was summer, when the night jasmine bloomed in abundance around the front porch. Once Nolan pulled into the driveway, he leaped out and dashed around to open the door for Colleen. She smiled joyfully and thought back to the first time she’d noticed Nolan. His manners had been one of the things that had so attracted her when they’d been introduced by a mutual friend. His eyes were gleaming as he helped her out. Taking her by the hand, he led her up the stone steps of the porch. As Colleen dug in her purse for the key, Nolan fished his from his uniform shirt pocket. She laughed. “You had it ready?” In answer, Nolan unlocked the door and swung it open. He thrust the key back into his pocket, and pulling her lightly, backed into the house. His eyes took on a hungry, violet shade. “Hurry,” he whispered. Colleen hastened in and kicked the door shut with one foot. He drew her against his hard, lean body as his mouth claimed hers. He smelled so fresh and vibrant, like the balmy sunlight that had deeply tanned his flesh. His hands skimmed her hips and glided over her backside. Colleen’s pussy twitched, and she felt the juices of her desire dampen her panties.

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How glad she was to have her man back, and she ached to writhe under his naked and possessing body. He knelt the next moment, then lifted Colleen off her feet and rose. She had dreamt of this moment so many times while she’d cried alone in their bed, of him carrying her there and making love to her. But Nolan didn’t stop in the bedroom; instead he brought her to one end of the old and comfy champagne-colored sofa in the center of the front room. He stood her on her feet as the sunlight from the venetian blinds at the windows poured softly over them. His big hands girdled her waist. “You’re what kept me sane,” he said huskily. “All those months in a land that was foreign in more ways than I care for you to ever imagine. I’d go to sleep remembering the smell of you, and every morning I’d wake up with your face in my mind. When things got their worst, it was your voice that spurred me on and gave me confidence that everything would be all right, no matter what happened. For me, this fight wasn’t so much for whatever reasons we were directed there; it was to help preserve what we have here, Colleen.” He kissed her gently, scorching her lips ever so lightly. “Now I want to enjoy what I went to defend -- to the very fullest.” Colleen was reminded again why she’d fallen in love with him -- his unpretentious view of how things should be and his determination to protect what mattered to him the most. Of course, Nolan had also been the most attractive man Colleen had ever met. He had a body builder’s physique, and when they’d started dating, she had seen that women seemed drawn to him like bees to nectar. So many times Colleen had quivered with outrage when some bimbo flirted with him -- even with her right beside him. But he’d never given her reason for real jealousy. He had ignored those women and told them all, “Excuse me, but I’m with my girl.” “You’re my rock, Colleen,” he now said. “You know that?” Colleen grinned and reaching up, encircled her arms around his sinewy neck. “I know,” she whispered. “And you are the sun that warms me and grounds me to the earth.”

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He gave a deep, feral growl. “You make me so damned hot when you talk like that!” Nolan tossed Colleen’s hair behind her shoulder and kissed her neck, his tongue lapping hard across her skin. Below, his cock pressed stiffly against the seam between her thighs. Colleen’s body was racked with desire. “Oh, god, Nolan, I’ve ached for you!” Nolan reached for his trousers and Colleen heard his fly unzip. She grasped him and shivered to feel his familiar long cock again. He was so hard; as she moved her hand up and down the length of him, he growled again. He lowered her dress over her shoulders to lift and kiss her nipples, suckling each and flicking his tongue over the sensitive flesh. They grew hard and inflamed. Nolan then raised her and set her on the arm of the sofa, lifting the hem of her dress to expose her bare legs and the thatch over her needy pussy. He parted her thighs and knelt. Then he fingered her pussy, massaging her clit with his thumb. It beat so hard -- Colleen had never known such intense, blind lust! His mouth descended over her nether folds, and his tongue coursed over the wet, tight seam so that her entire body felt wanton and jazzed with sensation. Nolan looked up and licked her juices from his lips before rising to his feet silently and unbuttoning his shirt. Colleen kissed his lean stomach, which was as tan as the rest of him now, then ran her fingers through the pale hair on his chest. His nipples hardened under her roaming touch; when Colleen glanced down she saw that Nolan’s cock was rigid and crimson with need. “Lie back,” he said. She rested her head on the sofa cushion behind her, arching her pelvis high. Nolan rubbed her pussy, then the head of his cock nudged solidly against her as he spread her legs and brought her hips even higher. His cock dove into her, and Colleen’s pussy contracted fiercely. Her legs wrapped around his hips as he thrust in and out of her with deep, hard strokes, pummeling her with exquisite sensation.

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“Ah, god, you’re so tight, Colleen!” He leaned closer, licking and sucking her nipples while his long cock worked in and out of her. Colleen wrapped her arms around his neck. “Faster, please! Fuck me hard!” she begged. His hips rocked forcefully, pounding deeper into her until her pleasure erupted into intense spiraling waves. Nolan moaned, and she felt him come, too, a hot ejection that sprayed against her shuddering core. When he was finally spent, they snuggled close together on couch. “I sure missed that.” Nolan grinned. Colleen kissed him and laid her head back on his shoulder. They cuddled a long time, enjoying the familiar feel and smell of one another. War and disruption were far away, and she knew Nolan had no mind to talk about it now. Colleen was satisfied; if he ever did want to discuss it, he wouldn’t have to go far to find her waiting ear.

***** That evening, they went to dinner at the Quail’s Nest, one of the fanciest restaurants in town. At Colleen’s insistence, Nolan wore his dress fatigues and looked very fine in them, especially with his bronze tan. She noticed proudly the approving looks from the other customers. Colleen had chosen a little black dress that Nolan favored and black sandals with heels. Colleen was hungry and tried the shrimp scaloppini, and the salad was quite good. She had taken special delight in watching Nolan order two of the house specials. “I’m a pig, I know.” He gestured the waiter with the dessert tray over. “But I almost forgot how good food can taste when it doesn’t come out of rations.” She smiled. “A man has to eat.” The waiter approached with the silver cart. “Sir, we have a large selection of truffles tonight, and if the lady likes cheesecake, ours has been rated the finest in the quad-city area.”

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Nolan nodded agreeably. “Give her the cheesecake, then. Is that Triple Killer Fudge Cake there?” “Yes, sir.” “She’ll have one of those, too.” Colleen raised an eyebrow. “You expect me to eat two desserts? Who’s going to end up a pig, my dear?” “Don’t worry,” Nolan said. He leaned over quickly and added, “I plan on working it off of you later.” Colleen blushed when the waiter threw her a wink. After he’d set down both desserts in front of her, she whispered, “You’re wicked, Nolan Thursson!” He stretched back in his chair and folded his arms behind his neck. “Am I? Seems you used to call me more than wicked, Colleen Thursson.” Colleen detected a light, but meaningful, note in his voice. She beamed and blew him a kiss. “Oh, you’re wicked, all right. Wickedly good at keeping me crazy about you.” His blue eyes took on a mellow gleam as he watched her descend on the fudge cake. “Hmm,” he said. “I reckon wicked is a good way to resume things.” Again, Colleen thought he implied more than he was saying. Was this his subtle way of flirting with her? She blushed once more. “You finish that,” he said, “and I’ll take you to a movie.” Colleen was happy, though she couldn’t shake the sense that he was waiting for her to say something. She had no idea what he wanted to hear, but he looked so content that she was glad to let him choose the time to elucidate. They caught an Adam Sandler film at the movie duplex; the comedian was Colleen’s favorite, and as always, she ended crying almost as much as she laughed. On the way out of the theater, however, she quickly forgot about the movie. Nolan kept his arm around her all

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the way through the parking lot, and at the car, he pressed her against the door and gave her a long, flaming kiss. Nolan drove home fast and made love to her in their bed, not once, but twice. After, they lay with their limbs entwined, and he asked if she wanted to join him in the den for a cigarette, where he’d left his Winstons. Colleen was nearly asleep and half dreaming when he got up and kissed her cheek. Colleen heard him pull on a pair of pants, and a few moments later, he padded out and turned the light off.

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Chapter Two

Nolan was undressed and asleep at her side when Colleen woke up the next morning. She left the bed quietly, slipped on a night shirt and panties, and went to the kitchen to make coffee. The pair of bluebirds that had built a nest outside the window was chirping loudly as the pot brewed. Just as she’d poured her first cup, she heard Nolan’s footfalls behind her. His arms slipped around her waist, and he planted a kiss on the side of her neck. “Good morning, beautiful,” he growled. Colleen was so happy that she nearly started to cry. But it was comfort enough just to have him here and holding her.

***** She was cooking bacon and eggs when the phone rang from its place on the wall. “I’ll get it!” he shouted, and she listened as he ran in from the sunroom. She could tell by the conversation that the caller was one of the friends he’d grown up with. When Nolan at last said good-bye and hung up, Colleen was ladling eggs onto his plate. “That was Brian. I invited him and Joe and their wives over for this evening. Since it is the Fourth, what say we throw a barbeque?”

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Brian and Joe both had moved out of town after getting married and now lived out in the county, but they had been the only ones she’d called about Nolan coming home. Their jobs had prevented them from going with her to pick him up at the airport, but she knew how close the three men had always been. She certainly didn’t mind sharing Nolan with Brian and Joe for a while, although in her excitement to have her man back, Colleen had completely forgotten the holiday. “Oh, my gosh, yes. That sounds good!” After breakfast, they took a shower together; it was a long, luxuriant affair and something Colleen had missed sorely. That afternoon, they drove to the grocery store to get the food for the barbeque. Colleen was aware of his constant gaze and how unusually quiet Nolan was during the entire trip there and back. When she caught sight of his face, his features were calm. Still, it made her self-conscious. As they entered their driveway and he turned the engine off, she decided to mention it. “What’s wrong, honey? You’ve been so quiet.” He raked his fingers through his hair, but his smile was lazy and reassuring. “Not a thing’s wrong.” He snatched at her hair and tugged her toward him. His lips pressed roughly over her mouth. “You’re mine to look at, aren’t you, Colleen?” A rush of weakening heat wound through her. Yes, she was, and she was grateful he’d reminded her. She loved him, and in the simple, sublime excitement of having her best friend and husband home, she’d almost forgotten how delightful it was to be his submissive and to have him as her Dominant. It had been that way since they’d moved in together and exchanged their first vows in private, and it hadn’t changed after marriage or before he’d left. Suddenly, Colleen wondered if her forgetting had something to do with the unusual quiet he’d shown that day. Eagerly, she nodded, and he kissed her again, fondling her breasts through the pink, ribbed tee-shirt she wore. Her nipples hardened under his tracing thumbs. She wanted to be

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captured in his lust right now -- and to give him a display of just how committed she was to submitting to him. “If it weren’t for the fact I need to clean the grill, I think I’d make an appetizer out of this little thing.” His fingers glided over the seam of her denim shorts. “As I’ve said before, it was for the freedom of living our lives how we choose that I was happy to defend my country, Colleen. And I intend to savor every possible facet of our relationship from now on.

To the very fullest.” His words and tone told Colleen that no matter how she might try to entice his touch, she’d get no satisfaction until he deemed it was time. For the rest of the afternoon she was aware of a delightful anxiety in this knowledge, and it worked to further lather up her passion.

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Chapter Three

It was almost one a.m. by the time the guests had said good-bye and left. Colleen stood on the deck overlooking the back yard, gazing at the full moon. It shone silver and brilliant now that the smoke from the city fireworks display had cleared. She sipped the last of her ginger ale spritzer and took a mild pleasure in the warm breeze that whispered up her little seashells-on-white print dress. Colleen had liked the way her outfit looked with her white, patent-leather Maryjanes. She wondered where Nolan had disappeared to, and then she remembered seeing him right after Joe and Sarah had pulled out of the driveway. He’d been carrying a tray with their guests’ emptied glasses into the house. Colleen gave the moon a farewell sigh and walked over to the patio table, picking up the remaining two depleted bottles of cola. Nolan had already cleaned up everything else. As she started inside with the bottles, the porch light beside the French doors turned on. One of the doors opened forward, and Nolan stood there. Colleen smiled and stood up on her toes to give him a peck on his firm lips. She could have stood there half the night just admiring him. The lazy moonlight lent a soft radiance to his virile features; he looked so youthful, like a man in his early twenties. He still wore light-beige trousers and a simple button-up white shirt, and his short hair was

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tousled ever so slightly; this reminded her of how she used to stroke it. She wondered how much convincing he would need to agree to grow it out a bit. Nolan stepped out, and she now noticed that he held something behind his back. He closed the door with a push of his shoulder so she couldn’t see what he was concealing. “Put the bottles on the table.” She frowned but did as he said. He walked up behind her, and the masculine fragrance of him was almost intimidating. But when she turned, she saw a deep crease furrowed over his brow. “What’s wrong, honey?” He stood stiffly at the white cedar chair closest to them. “I will tell you, Colleen. But, first, pull that chair away from the table.” Something about the aloof way he spoke made Colleen uneasy. Nevertheless, she took hold of the chair and moved it back. “A little more,” he coaxed, and she continued to inch it over the deck boards. “Good, right there.” Colleen turned then and saw that he had just stuffed something into the pocket of his shirt; it bulged against his chest. She grinned with confusion. “What are you trying to hide, Nolan?” “I’m not trying to hide anything, little lady.” His lips browsed over her throat. Tingling with excitement, Colleen readied herself for a fuller, deeper kiss. But the next moment, Nolan spun her about to face the back of the chair. His face drew close to her cheek so that the bristles at his chin lightly tickled her skin. His fingers combed leisurely through the length of her hair. “I had a very enjoyable evening with our friends. It has been so long since we could entertain.” “Too long,” she agreed. His large hands captured her shoulders. Her mouth watered; she could almost feel his mouth devoting more impassioned kisses to her heated neck.

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Nolan’s skills at lovemaking were consummate and fierce; Colleen could never get enough of him. “Yes,” Nolan said, “but I was shocked by that remark you made to Judy.” Colleen frowned. She scanned her memory for her comment to Brian’s wife. “You remember, don’t you? When you accidentally spilled the tea?” Colleen finally recalled the incident. It had been right before the fireworks display commenced. The neighbors had set off a homemade cannon just as Colleen went to refill Judy’s glass. The boom had startled her so much that she’d spilled the tea right into Judy’s lap, soaking the poor woman’s shorts. But Colleen had to really think about what she’d said after apologizing to Judy. She’d called the neighbors pricks; that was it. Or more precisely, sons-of-bitch pricks. They could be real rednecks at times, and more than once, the neighbors had thrown garbage and other debris over the fence line. Their own yard was strewn with old tires and car parts, and they didn’t mind airing their screaming arguments for the whole neighborhood to share. It had been a daily chore to keep her lawn free of their debris. “Oh, yeah.” Colleen laughed. “I remember. I mentioned our thoughtful neighbors.” Nolan’s hands glided over her shoulders and moved down to the small of her back. “I remember, too. I’ve already told you that I will be having a talk with our trashy neighbors tomorrow. Now that I am back, you don’t have to worry about that kind of thing anymore. But the concern of the moment is that I don’t like hearing that kind of language come out of my little girl’s mouth, Colleen. You knew that before I went overseas, even before we were married.” Yes, he’d told her a long time ago. When they were dating, she’d once uttered shit when she couldn’t get her hair to cooperate with her attempts to braid it. Nolan had only scolded her then, but he’d also told her what to expect if she ever used that kind of language again.

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“I’m sorry.” His firm lips brushed her cheek, peppering her skin with decadent warmth. Still, his hands clasped her waist firmly. “I can see now that all these months left to your own devices have made it easy for you to forget who the man is in this family. Spending so much time with your friends without supervision has left you thinking you can act as you please. Why, you haven’t even once addressed me properly since I came home! It’s time to correct your behavior.” Colleen quivered. Indeed, she had forgotten a lot of what he’d tried to teach her before his military duties had called him away. She knew she needed correction, but she was frightened. He could be so loving and yet so thorough in punishments. And it had been so long since she’d received any. He was right, though; she’d acted without concern about what he might think of her behavior. She was ashamed; Nolan deserved better. This time she replied in the proper way. “Yes, sir.” “So you do remember a little of your lessons.” “Yes, sir.” But she was apprehensive, and when he gestured to the chair, her heart beat faster. “Lean on the back of this chair. Press yourself against it and reach for the arm rests. Hold them well; I do not want to see you let go of them or back away until I say you may.” Colleen wanted to continue to apologize for the very unladylike attitude she’d developed. However, when she glanced back, he looked even more disappointed. “I said, hold onto that chair!” Colleen blushed with chagrin and obeyed him. She stood with her stomach pressing the back and reached to grip the rests. She had to stretch a bit, and felt slightly cumbersome in this position. Although she knew the heavy cedar would stand a lot more than her body weight, she felt dizzy. The realization came that he had her in the ideal position for a good spanking, and it had been many months since the last time her buttocks had received such

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punishment. She remembered how diligent he could be in dealing it to her. While she knew all too well that she deserved his chastisement, she wondered if this time he was going to spank her outside the privacy of their home, which had never happened before. What if the neighbors heard? What if they saw? Colleen’s chest pounded with dread. Nolan lifted the hem of her little dress and rolled it up high, stuffing the sides of the fabric just under her waist. Colleen’s panties were pure white, and she prayed that it would satisfy him to know that the fabric would hardly cushion what was coming. To her horror, he slipped her panties straight to her knees. Colleen was mortified and clamped her thighs tightly together to keep her pussy as hidden as possible. “Spread those legs a little, young lady.” Colleen complied even as the white panties stretched taut around her knees. Night birds sang in the shade trees, and somewhere in the neighborhood people were still hollering and whooping in celebration. But the sounds were muffled against the fearful sound of Nolan unbuckling his belt. Moments later, he touched the folded leather against her pussy lips, seeming to sear her delicate flesh as he stroked the leather up and down her slit. Colleen’s clit quivered, and as she grew close to panic, tears spilled from her eyes. “Oh, Master, please! I am so sorry and deserve punishment! But, please -- what if the neighbors see?” Nolan slapped the leather across her exposed fount. The sting coiled through her pussy and kindled a flame deep inside her. He bent over her and pulled her long hair over her left shoulder. She knew he could see her fearful eyes and pouting mouth now in the moonlight and observe her every expression. “You will hold this position,” he instructed. “I want to see your face.” “Yes, sir!” Nolan reached around her hips with both hands. He touched her pubic lips and, with two fingers, unveiled her clit. With the other hand, he spanked the leather across the flesh.

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Colleen whimpered at the sting, even as the flames rose higher inside of her. Nolan gave her clit several small, but precisely-aimed, spanks. Colleen’s scorched clit swelled, and her pussy grew slick despite the pain. Colleen wept hard now, with both pain and frustration from the desire he’d whetted. Nolan straightened to his full height and stepped to Colleen’s side. His strong arm now slipped under her waist, and he stationed a knee under her pelvis. Colleen couldn’t get away now even if she dared. He raised the belt then and brought it down hard across her buttocks. Colleen gasped. Again the belt descended. Over and over, Nolan whipped her little ass. Her hips undulated under each shaming, reprimanding blow. Oh, how they resonated in her ears! Colleen tried not to wail, but the strap rained down faster and harsher. Her flesh throbbed; at last, she could not keep from crying out. Her abashed sobs were worse to hear than the cracking slaps of the leather. Most humiliating, however, was that with every spank, her pussy ached more and more. Her exposed lips flared, and hot fluid drizzled down her quaking thighs. Nolan next unleashed the belt over her thighs. These, too, he lashed until they felt on fire. And when Colleen thought she could bear no more without begging for mercy, Nolan returned his attention to her ass. Colleen’s cries turned to soft and desolate wails, and still he whipped her with an uncompromising rhythm. Colleen’s buttocks were raw, and the pain and carnal need his actions inspired wedded into a single, aching consciousness. But at last the flaying belt ceased. Colleen sobbed as her husband slid it back through his trouser loops. She dared not move, even as the temptation to massage her chastised buttocks was great. He touched her inflamed skin, and she felt languid under the heat of his fingers. A part of her longed for him to caress her further; she couldn’t help but arch her hips toward him. His fingers delved between her thighs and tapped her tormented clit, which pulsed desperately against his finger pads. Then he stroked her pussy and drew some of the slickness from her hungry fount. Colleen moaned and could hardly keep her pelvis from making more wanton movements.

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“You are absolutely drenched, young lady.” “Yes, Master,” she cried. “Oh, please!” “You’d like something hard and thick stuffed inside that little orifice, wouldn’t you?” “Yes, Master, yes!” Nolan held her waist as he told her to stand. Taking a handkerchief from his trouser pocket, he used it to dry her tears. “Done crying?” “Yes, sir.” He gave her nose a last pat with the cloth and handed it to her, and then his arm went about her shoulders. “Follow me.” Because her panties were still around her knees, Colleen was forced to take small steps as Nolan led her toward the house. He did not open the doors, however, directing her to stand right under the patio light fixture instead. He fished the thing she’d seen bulging earlier from his shirt pocket; it was a large bar of white soap. Colleen could smell its flowery fragrance. “Wh-what is that for, sir?” “We’re going to wash the filth from your tongue for good,” he said. “Now, open up, and keep it in your mouth until I tell you to take it out. You may use the handkerchief if you have to tidy your chin.” Colleen was incredulous. Her eyes widened, and a protest almost slipped out. But she knew the consequences if she bucked his order. She pouted. “Yes, sir.” “Open up,” he repeated. Colleen parted her lips, and he helped her take the bar into her mouth. The taste was dreadful, and worse, the soap utterly stuffed her jaws. She looked at him, tears in her eyes once more, hoping he’d be satisfied with this disgrace. Instead, he turned her face toward the wall.

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“Now, lift that dress. I want to see those rosy cheeks while you stand here.” Colleen was devastated; it was terrible to think how vivid the redness must look under the glaring patio light. Despite this, she complied at once. The soft breeze made her punished ass tingle. Nolan did not stop at this, however, and parted her thighs more. He bent slightly and massaged her pussy. Oh, how the wet folds swelled and pulsated at his tormenting touch. And when he kneaded her clit, the sensation was maddening. A moan rose behind the soap in her mouth, but Nolan ignored it and continued to stroke and torment her. It was all Colleen could do to stand and take it without undulating decadently right there on the patio. Suddenly, Nolan’s hand drew back and spanked her again so that her bottom seared anew. “There you go,” he said eventually. “Now I’m going to sit down and enjoy the quiet night, thinking about which of your three tasty orifices to stuff some more... once I’m convinced that you’ve learned your lesson, of course.” Colleen lowered her head. A dribble of soap and saliva seeped from the corner of her mouth. Crying regretfully, she dabbed it away with the handkerchief but did not have the courage to turn her face from the cold wall or to let the hem of her dress slip an inch over her inflamed bottom. Never had she been so thoroughly humbled, nor had she ever needed her husband to soothe the aching longing she felt for him so intensely. She silently promised herself that she would never, ever use profanity again, even as she was sore and displayed, her mouth stuffed with the soap bar. Indeed, all she could think about was his driving, hard cock feeding her needy sex. If her strict Nolan was aware of her frustration, he did not comment. Colleen heard him walk away and take a seat on one of the patio chairs. It seemed that she stood forever, her embarrassment growing more poignant with each passing moment. She cried softly at feeling the abandoned pulsing between her thighs. Slick wetness oozed down her flesh. The

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desolate passion she felt mocked her earlier transgression, a retribution far more brutal than any corporal punishment could ever be. She longed to run to Nolan and demonstrate her regret, but an impulsive demonstration like that would only serve to show more disrespect. Finally, Colleen heard Nolan rise and come up behind her, ever so near, but not quite touching her. His breath was sweet and heavy on her shoulder. “All right, young lady. Do you think you can behave now?” Colleen nodded meekly. Nolan gently removed the soap and told her to wipe her lips. He patted her bruised bottom, sending a nervous quake up her spine. “Turn around, Colleen.” She did so at once, too afraid to meet his eyes, and remembered he hadn’t told her she could let her hem down yet. “You may pull up your panties and let go of your dress.” He swathed the bar of soap with the handkerchief and placed it in her hands. “Take this and put it on the table, little girl, and come straight back here.” Colleen scurried to obey, and when she was standing before him again, he lifted her chin. “Now this is respectful,” he murmured. “Yes, I think you’ve learned something from this little reminder about conduct, but don’t forget your lessons again, Colleen. Remember, I’m not afraid to punish you when the sun is out and the neighbors are nearby.” Colleen squirmed with dread as he clasped her shoulders and turned her toward the door. “Inside now,” he bade. “And head directly to the bedroom!” She felt his long strides at her heels as she entered the house. In the dark bedroom, he told her to turn on the bedside lamp. She made her way to the nightstand and bent to pull the switch. When she straightened, he was right behind her. His tone was slow and husky. “Turn and look at me, Colleen.”

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As she spun around and raised her eyes, she couldn’t help but notice the contour of his cock against the front of his trousers. He’d unbuttoned his shirt, and the glimpse of his hard chest intensified her desire. Nolan supported her back with one hand and parted her thighs with the other. His fingers delved beneath her panties and penetrated her, stroking her sodden, musky seam until Colleen couldn’t stifle her moans. Her clit felt close to bursting, and she wriggled fitfully as he brought her closer and closer to rapture. “Onto the bed,” he ordered, giving her behind another hard smack. “On your knees. I want those panties off and that skirt raised so I can see your red ass.” Colleen scurried to obey, and was left facing him with her backside exposed. She watched as Nolan unbuttoned his trousers and pulled them down his hips, her mouth watering as she eyed his rigid cock. He caressed her face and drew his fingers through her hair. “Suck me, Colleen, suck me good.” Colleen lowered her head and took the base of his cock into her hand. She kissed his balls and gently sucked one, then the other. Nolan made a soft grunt and his hips arched forward. As her tongue drew slowly up, he stroked her head. She clutched him by the root and took the head into her mouth, her tongue moving over the swollen globe as she lapped the drops of cum that dewed upon it. Up and down her head glided; she sucked and stroked his cock hard and gave the head a teasing lap each time her lips devoured it. Soon, Nolan’s hips were rocking rhythmically. Her own desire was acute; her pussy ached for attention, and her juices dribbled down her legs. But she did not stop her ministrations. She continued to suck steadily as she rapidly stroked Nolan’s shaft. His muscles gave a telltale stiffening, and she swallowed his cock to the base. Nolan moaned her name as his cum spilled into her, and she greedily swallowed every drop.

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Nolan was breathless as he took Colleen’s hands and raised her. He kissed the crown of her head and told her she’d done very well. Colleen smiled and slid her arms around his waist. Resting her head against him, she listened to the steady beat of his heart. Even as horny as she was, the knowledge that she’d pleased him this way was a rapture all of its own. “Mmm,” he crooned, “maybe you should be naughty more often!” She looked up at him, pouting and filled with love. “You have me so frustrated,” she said huskily, “so in dire want of you! And, in a way, I really like it.” “And I like it when my little girl is frustrated!” She stretched her arms upward and moved her ass provocatively. “I couldn’t feel this way if I didn’t love you so very much, Nolan.” He snatched her up and enfolded her in his arms. His lips were steel and silk over her mouth. “Same here, Colleen, same here.”

Desiree Erotique Desiree Erotique is the pseudonym a bestselling author of adult fiction. In addition to writing erotica, under her real identity she is an author of award-winning poetry, literary fiction, children’s stories, commentary, and also has written for American television. Very happily married to the man she credits for her erotica inspirations, Desiree resides in Tennessee near the Smokey Mountains.