Priceless Love

By Carolyn Faulkner 

E x c e r p t s

 ©2001

By CFaulkner / BacksideOfLove.com

This work is copyrighted under U.S. law.

Priceless Love

 

he next morning, Brianna was lost in the mundane chore of changing their bed, until she saw a small spot of blood on the white fitted sheet, about the size of a quarter, and sank down onto the mattress dejectedly, hugging the stuffing out of a pillow and feeling totally, utterly lost.

            He hadn’t lied to her last night.  But what had come after the pain, to Brianna, had been much, much worse.  It seemed like he had deliberately set out to bend her to his will, and he’d chosen the most humiliating way imaginable to do it – sexual pleasure.  Bree shuddered with the memory as her skin flushed with remembered heat.  She had never realized just how many places on her body – when touched by someone like Cam who obviously knew exactly what he was doing – would bring gooseflesh to her arms, make her nipples tighten achingly, and, worst of all, cause moisture grow between her legs, where no one but him had ever touched.

            Cam had turned on a small lamp across the room, despite her protestations, then laid her on her back and played her like a maestro, brushing away her hands as they ineffectively tried to shield her body from his avid gaze only to follow his eyes with his wet, warm mouth and tongue.  Brianna nearly groaned aloud with the shame of it when she recalled that he had left no part of her untouched by his eager lips or fingers.  She had been helpless against him – he had refused to let her get away from him, refused to stop rolling and plucking her sensitive nipples between his thumb and forefinger, and insisted on kissing his way down her soft tummy to the juncture of her thighs.  Bree had been entirely unable to remain still while he caressed and played with her.  The newness of the pleasure he conjured, and the lingering fear of pain kept her on edge, acutely attuned to each sure, calculated touch.  Even though the whole process was happening against her will, she couldn’t seem to prevent her traitorous body from responding, and responding loudly.

            When he shifted himself down the bed so that his head was near her hip, he carefully parted her thighs, despite the fact that she was using all her strength to try to keep them together.  “Relax, Brianna.  There’ll be nothing this time but pleasure, I promise you,” he whispered, kissing high along the vulnerable inside of her thigh.

            She didn’t want to beg, but she had never been so afraid in all her life – of him, yes, but mostly of herself.  “Pl-ease.”  She swallowed hard, and then began again.  “Please don’t.”

            Cam kissed the opposite leg, closer to the place where he’d hurt her.  “I’ll make it good for you, honey, I promise.  Lie back and enjoy it.”

            She should have known that there was no dissuading him from his goal, but she had to try.   “Lie back.  Enjoy it.”  How was that possible?

            All too easily, she discovered seconds later.  In fact, it was frightfully, shamefully easy.  She had blushed all over when he spread her outer lips and she knew he was looking at her most intimate secrets.  “You are so beautiful, Brianna,” his voice was rough but his hands were exquisitely gentle, opening her fully as his head descended and he kissed her, warmly, wetly right on the spot on her body that ached with the most unfamiliar, painfully pleasurable feelings.

            And then he wouldn’t stop kissing her there, and there was nothing she could do about it.  Within seconds, to her complete and utter mortification, she wasn’t sure anymore whether she even wanted him to stop.  Although an echo of fear still existed in the back of her consciousness, it was being slowly but surely crowded out by the unrelenting ache he was creating.  Within minutes, she was moaning like a heathen, writhing beneath the tender assault of his mouth on her most delicate morsel.  She wanted . . . something, but she didn’t know what.  There had to be an end to this delicious torture, but what could it be?

            Then he did it:  he reached a hand up and captured a breast, tweaking the nipple almost, but not quite, painfully.  That had put her over the edge into some sort of emotional bliss where she lost complete control of her body.  It was so disturbing that she cried out in fear even as the waves of pleasure overcame her and her body began to writhe and buck against his eager mouth as he milked every last spasm from her before moving up to subject her to his intimate invasion of her body for the second time that night.

            It hadn’t hurt this time anywhere near as much as it had last time, although she did feel almost uncomfortably full as he pressed himself inside her to the hilt.  Cam tried to catch her eye, but hers were firmly closed.  “Are you all right?” he asked, not wanting to hurt her again.

            She supposed she should have lied and said no, then maybe he would have left her alone in her abject misery, but no, she had to answer him honestly by nodding her head slowly.  And if she had to admit it to herself, somewhere in the darkest recesses of her mind, she had liked it the second time.  Oh, it was messy and smelly and horribly embarrassing, all of it.  But his hot hardness felt almost good as it stretched her around him, making her body accommodate him and his hard thrusts as he pressed her down into the mattress and claimed her as his . . .

            Just thinking about it now was making the private area between her legs throb and ache in remembered pleasure.  Forced pleasure, the direct result of finding herself helpless under his control.  Bree was thoroughly disgusted with herself at this turn of events.  At least before this, she had been able to think of herself as virtuous – the virgin sacrifice who would endure even that man’s lust for the good of her family.  But if she enjoyed it, well, what was she sacrificing?

            He had treated her gently, even tenderly, damn him!  If his touch had been rough, or deliberately cruel and painful, if he’d shown no care for her pleasure or pain she could have stood it much better.  That was, in fact, what she had expected.  But then he had gone and ruined it by handling her like fine china, his face revealing intense concentration as his lips and fingers played delicately upon her body.  A man of his size had no right to be so aware of his own strength, so careful to control the pressure of his touch, obviously mindful of the tremendous differences in their sizes has he pleasured her relentlessly, reveling in their differences. 

            Bree got up and finished making the bed.  The worst part of the whole thing had been his smug look this morning as he kissed her – the self-satisfied bastard!  Since he wasn’t there as a target, she punched his pillow viciously.  Well, she was just going to have to learn how not to respond to his lewd advances.  Tears welled in her eyes, but she blinked them back staunchly.  There was only just so far she was willing to go in selling herself.  Enjoying it was quite out of the question . . .

She hoped.

(excerpt #2)
Priceless Love

hen his self-imposed chore was done, Cam’s hand rested on her lower tummy, possessively spread to claim a large amount of intimate territory.  “Sounds like you had a wonderful feast.”

“I did.  And I got home at two, just like you said to.”  Brianna needed some sort of acknowledgement for having made Gabby break the speed limits in several counties to get her here on time, not that she was going to tell Cam that’s what had happened.

“Yes, you did.  I’m glad.  In a minute, I’m going to put you down for an afternoon nap.”

He felt his wife’s gulp, and how she became unnaturally still.  “In a minute?” she repeated hesitantly, trying to get a look at him from out of the corner of her eye.

“Yes,” came the even reply.   “After you tell me who paid for your dinner.”

Although she knew that he was much too quick to allow her escape, she sat up suddenly, only to find herself inexorably pulled back into his arms.  “Ah, um, well . . . “  Damn, she never could think fast enough to lie in situations like this!

Brianna found herself turned over, lying belly to belly on top of her husband’s broad body, a firm, strong hand at the small of her back, keeping her in place whether she wanted to be there or not.  A few wiggling struggles proved fruitless in every way except to contribute to his already impressive arousal, so Bree surrendered, ungraciously at first.  “Don’t lie to me, Brianna Rose,” he warned softly, that massive hand moving just enough lower to claim her rounded bottom curves as if to foreshadow the consequences of that folly.

Suddenly, she realized was tired, although she’d die before admitting that to him.  But she knew being tired wouldn’t get her out of a spanking.  Laying her head on the thick pad of chest muscle that was prominent even through his shirt, Bree said in a small voice, “I wasn’t going to lie.”

“Good girl.”  A second hand began stroking up and down her back soothingly.  “Answer my question, then, sweetie.  Then we can get this all over with and put you to bed.”

His tender but firm words made her squirm atop him at the thought of being spanked again, but there didn’t seem to be a way out of it.  By way of explanation, she confessed softly, “I -I didn’t take the money you gave me, Cam.”

He knew, but refrained from saying it, just continued stroking her gently, possessively.  “Why not, baby-girl?”

To his very pleasant surprise, she crawled up him a little more instead of trying to get away from him like she usually did, hiding her eyes against his neck, as if that somehow afforded her some measure of protection.  His arms naturally locked around her small, sturdy body, holding her safe against him as her own arms crept around his neck.  “Be-because,” came her whispered response.

Patiently, he asked back, “Because why?” and heard her swallow hard again.  Cam was silent for a long moment, feeling her growing tenser in his arms.  “Brianna Rose Genrette,” he kept his voice low, but there was no mistaking the warning it held, “answer me.  Why didn’t you take the money?”

She shifted position again, not struggling to get away from him, but almost trying to get into him, wrestling with her own demons as she tried to obey him.  “Please, Cam, I couldn’t take it!”

A long sigh burst from his lips.  “That is not an answer, honey.”  He lifted her chin with his finger, forcing her to look at him.  “You’re already going to get a paddling for disobeying me and not using the money I gave you.”  Small tears leaked out of the sides of her eyes at this pronouncement of her fate.  “Do I need to give you a spanking before your paddling to get you to answer me?”

Trying unsuccessfully to dash the tears away with the back of her hand, Brianna shook her head vehemently, not wanting to get two punishments in a row.  One was horrible enough.  Two would be positively unthinkable.

Cam really didn’t want to have to punish her so severely, but he would if she didn’t obey him.  The paddling was already a foregone conclusion.  But she alone controlled whether or not her bottom got roasted before he applied the new paddle he’d bought.  “Brianna, honey, you can tell me anything, you know.  I won’t spank you for telling me something, but I don’t want any secrets between us.  And I want to understand the reason for your disobedience.”

She sniffled a little and sat back as much as he would allow.  “Even if you’re going to be mad about the reason?” she asked, obviously distrusting his answer already.

“Even if I won’t like it, I still want to know it,” Cam stated emphatically, locking his eyes with hers.  She seemed to be considering what he’d said, but his patience was not infinite.  Resignedly, he slid his hands down her sides and under her skirt to catch his thumbs in the silk waistband of her panties and pull them down over her bottom.

He gave no response to her belated cries of “No!  Please don’t!” sitting up quickly to neatly put her in her place over his lap even as she tried to wiggle away.  The arm that pulled her skirt up to lay over her back, baring those fleshy curves to his avid gaze, clamped itself around her waist while he positioned her in a new, horribly exposing manner, her legs spread around one of his so that his knee split her at her mound.  All of her womanly charms were displayed blatantly as his cloth-covered knee pressed against the flower of her womanhood.  But there was nothing she could do about the way she was placed; his hold was absolutely unbreakable, her vulnerability complete.

“Wait! Wait!” she whimpered, hating the desperation in her own voice.  “Wait a minute.  I’ll tell you, I’ll tell you.”

The palm that covered her bottom in preparation for the first swat stilled.  “Go ahead then.”

“Let me up first.”

Cam smiled.  How like her to bargain from any position, even about to get her bottom smacked.  “I’m not going to play that game with you, Brianna Rose.”

Desperate to avoid double his usual punishment, she fairly yelled, “I didn’t want to take the money because I didn’t feel that I had earned it.”

He digested this and decided he would ask her more about it later.  “Who paid for your lunch?”

She hesitated only a second then answered, “Gabby,” but it was too little, too late to prevent the thorough spanking he delivered while lecturing her about answering him when he asked her a question.  His swats stung terribly, and that was only partially offset by the way his knee rubbed against her private parts.  Her tears were genuine when they appeared, and he spanked her right through them, laying on so many hard, hot strokes that he lost count.

When he was done, he kept a good grip on her wrist and pulled her into their bedroom for the more serious phase of her chastisement, although Bree would have said that she had already had a serious punishment from his bare hand.

The position he put her in for her paddling was much, much worse than the one she’d been in for the spanking.  Cam stripped her gently but silently, ignoring her tears because he knew there would be a lot more to come before he was through.  He ordered her onto the bed on all fours, then guided her head down, so that it rested on her forearms, leaving her already blushing red bottom entirely exposed.  Cam took a position to her side, holding her still with an arm around her waist.  It was then that he reached for the paddle Kendall had recommended to him, the one that said “Naughty Girl” on it, burned right into the wood.  It certainly was an apt description for his headstrong wife.

Cam put the paddle against those ripe red cheeks, saying, “I hope that you remember this the next time you consider being disobedient, Mrs. Genrette.”  And he brought his arm back and the paddle with it, swinging through with considerable strength.

(excerpt #3)
Priceless Love

is big palm covered the area he was about to punish as he asked pointedly, “Did I tell you not to go near that blasted horse, Brianna Rose?”

The stern, quiet question made her begin to sob again with the inevitability of his stern discipline.  When she didn’t answer him, he spanked her hard and steady, almost as if there was a metronome helping him keep his relentless timing.  “Answer me, little girl:  did I specifically tell you you were not to go near that horse?  And you deliberately disobey me and went so far as to try to ride him?”  When he thought about the danger she had deliberately put herself in, he shuddered and spanked harder.

The stinging crack of his palm against her bottom was no lie.  After less than ten sharp swats, Brianna was wailing loudly with each stroke.  “Y-e-eee-essssssss! Owwww, Cam, that hurts, pleeaaaassse! Stop!”

But the rain of spanks didn’t lessen, in fact it intensified, smacking down on her harder and faster as the session went on, although he also continued to both lecture and question her like the naughty girl she was.  “And when I tell you not to do something, Brianna Rose Genrette, I expect you to obey me, don’t I?”

By now Bree was fairly howling, bucking and squirming, but to no avail.  He held her fast, and would continue to do so throughout the entire, severe punishment.  “Yesssssss!  Please – C-Cam, I can’t – no – no moooooooooore pleeeaaaassseee!”

Smack, smack, smack, smack.  His hand beat a formidable tattoo of pain on her flesh as it reddened angrily and swelled beneath his callused palm, wobbling enticingly in her futile efforts to avoid his hand’s smarting descent.  “And what do naughty little girls get in this household when they put themselves in danger by being foolish and willful and disobeying me?”

Brianna’s poor bottom was aflame with pain but Cam showed absolutely no signs of stopping or even slowing his punishing rhythm.  “Ahhhhhhh- yeeeoooww – noo, please, Cam, stooooooop!”  The slap, slap, slap didn’t so much as miss a beat.

She wasn’t answering, so Cam began to spank her double time, and half again as hard, making her moan with each stroke.  After about twenty swats, he prompted again, “Answer me, Brianna.”  She was crying so hard Cam wondered if she could even remember the question.  “What always happens to my wife when she is disobedient, hmmmmmm?”

His voice was so soft, but his palm was so hard . . . and harsh . . . and utterly merciless.  When she was finally able to attempt to speak, it came out very slowly, broken up by loud cries of pain and sobs, and deep gulps of air.  “Sh-sheee – gets – ssspanked,” she cried.

“Who gets spanked?” he queried relentlessly.

For some reason, that little question made her bawl even harder.  Perhaps it was the humiliation of saying out loud that she was the one whose lower half was completely naked and exposed, riding high on his knee, and that she was the one getting her obscenely displayed fanny tanned, but good.  As he whacked her bottom, he was giving her time to answer him, but she didn’t seem too inclined, so he posed another question, in a deeper, more threatening almost-whisper.  “Do I need to take my belt off, little girl?”

That got her.  Her head came up and she shrieked in time with his hand, “Noo-ooo-ooo!  I – I get spaaaaaaannnnnnnnked!” she admitted, melting bonelessly over his leg to sob heartrendingly.

“That’s right, you do.  And you always will.”  Cam reinforced that idea with another twenty very hard, stinging swats to her most tender spot, right where the bottom curve of her cheeks sloped down to the backs of her legs.  Brianna barely breathed through that last round of smacks; they were so painful.  When he finally stopped she was still expelling her breath in one loud yell of indignation and pain.  After giving her a few seconds to collect herself, Cam stood her up, keeping a wrist in each of his hands so that she couldn’t rub her abused bottom, then lead her to the corner of his study and arranged her with her nose pressed to the dark paneling, her blouse tucked up to make the reason for her corner time embarrassingly apparent.

“Hands on your head,” he ordered, and she complied quickly, lest he take it in his head to start spanking her again.  Bree didn’t think she could stand even a light touch to her poor swollen posterior, much less another round of painful volleys from that big hand of his.  When he had her arranged the way he wanted her, Cam lectured softly, “Now, I want you to spend your corner time thinking about how not to end up here again.  I want you to reflect on what you’ve done wrong, and where it got you.  I’m sure you’ll come to the correct conclusions.”  He patted her roasted butt gently as he turned away, then turned back thoughtfully to add,  “Oh, and it should go without saying that you are not to rub or touch your bottom, nor should you be fidgeting around.  Understood?”

Still sobbing loudly, Bree replied with a choked, watery, “Yes, Sir.”

He must’ve made a tremendous impression for her to respond so submissively.  “Good.”  Cam sighed, his hands flexing into fists with the effort of keeping himself from pulling her into his arms to comfort her.  But he knew that was not what she needed quite yet, and he was still incensed that she had lied to him.  That, to him, was a much worse offense than her disobedience.

About a half an hour later, just before he was going to get up and get her out of the corner to bring her back onto his lap for a short cuddle before taking her upstairs to administer the second part of her punishment, the phone rang and he answered it from his desk.  “Hello?”

A startled female voice replied, “Oh!  Cam!  I didn’t realize you’d gotten home.  How was your trip?”

Cam leaned a leg along the edge of the desk, keeping a weather eye on the naughty girl in the corner to his right, who was still sniffling.  His heart ached for her as she drew a ragged breath.  His poor baby. 

“Cam?”

Gabrielle brought his attention back to her.  “Yes, I got back just this morning, as a matter of fact.”

Although her bottom still hurt like the dickens, Bree was trying to choke back her sobs so that she could listen to the telephone conversation her nasty, evil husband was having.  She had a horrible feeling deep in the pit of her stomach that it was Gabrielle.  She had made very tentative plans to dine with the Harts that evening, if Cam didn’t return as expected.  Sometimes he got delayed due to travel or business problems. 

She resisted the idea of stomping her foot in frustration.  Damn!  Why did Gabby have to call now?  And how was she going to make Thomas pay for ratting her out to her husband?  Oh, there was no doubt in her mind that he was the one who had betrayed her now that she’d had an interminably long time in the corner to dwell on it; that man had eyes in the back of his head, just like Cam, and was almost as protective of her.  She’d never seen him, but knew it could be none other than him, the scoundrel!