He chuckled as she lifted her hips to him, and he seated the plug fully. "You can put your hands back on the wall now, it's all the way in."
She did, clenching her bottom around the plug, then softening.
He began spanking her then.
"Ow, ow!" she said, wiggling about. She brought her legs closer together and her panties slid to the floor when she did.
He stopped spanking. She stilled completely.
"Didn't I tell you to keep the panties where they were?" he asked, not really angry but enjoying the excuse to chastise her.
"Yes, sir," she said. She'd taken to using sir when he spanked her and he liked it very much.
"Bend over and take hold of the panties," he said.
She hesitated but reached down to take her panties, then began to pull them up.
He put a hand at her low back. "Did I tell you to pull them up?" he asked.
"No, sir."
"Back down then, as you were."
She bent all the way over, her hands on the floor, her fingers curled around her panties.
He stood back to take in the view of her exposed ass, her pussy lips splayed open, looking hungry, wet, her thighs sticky from the residue of her arousal. The base of the plug stood prominently on display. Christ, he wanted to fuck her. But not yet. He was enjoying this too much and so was she.
"Tell me what I should do then, Rachel. What happens to naughty girls who don't follow instructions very well?"
"They get spanked, sir."
"That's right," he said. He came to stand closer and with one hand on her waist, leaned her weight against his thigh. He spanked hard and fast, covering both cheeks as well as her thighs now, and he didn't stop until she was grunting with each stroke and he could see her struggle to remain as she was. When he was finished, he unzipped his pants and released his cock.
She moaned in anticipation, pressing her hips back, lifting to him. He brought it to her pussy and slipped easily within her folds. Her warmth enveloped him and she exhaled as he slid in and out several times, taking care not to come, forcing himself to go slowly. He pulled out and zipped his pants.
"Not yet," he said. It took all he had to stop. "Pull your panties back up to mid-thigh and resume your position with your nose touching the wall, hands at the back of your head." He moved away and returned a moment later. He took the cap off a pen and circled a spot on the wall. "This time, I want you on your tip toes, nose here, inside the circle," he said as she straightened.
She did as he told her and he dragged himself away, sitting on the couch, his eyes on her this time even as the TV program played on.
* * *
It seemed like an eternity had passed as Rachel stood on tip toe with her nose to the wall. She clenched her bottom, working her muscles around the plug, wanting desperately to put a hand to her clit, her swollen, highly sensitized clit.
Finally, just when she thought she couldn't take another moment as she was, she heard him switch the TV off.
"Come here, Rachel. Keep your hands where they are and your panties better remain in place," he said, stripping off his shirt.
She managed to make it to him, taking small, awkward steps with the plug inside her and managing to keep her panties where they were, feeling more exposed than if she were fully naked. He reached for her when she was close enough and placed her between his knees. His eyes scanned her body and came to rest at her triangle of hair. He put one hand to it, then reached underneath and tugged at the little bit of hair there. She found herself opening wider for him, wanting more.
He slid her panties down and helped her step out of them, then stood.
"Kneel on the couch," he said. "Keep your hands as they are and lean your torso over the back of it."
He helped her onto it and she leaned forward, finding it awkward at first but once she was settled, lifted her hips to him and spread her knees wider. She heard his zipper go down and waited as he pulled his pants off.
"I like having you like this," he said, climbing up between her knees. "I like you standing in the corner with your ass red from spanking. How does the plug feel?" he asked.
She felt when he put a hand on it, pressing it slightly.
"It's big," she said. "Full."
"Too much?"
"Almost."
"We'll get you trained, have you wear it for a few hours each day. In fact," he began, hands on her bottom, pulling her cheeks apart. "When I get home from work tomorrow night, I'll expect to find you in the corner, panties just as they were, and the plug in your ass. Think you can do that for me, Rachel?" he asked.
The thought thrilled her, especially as he now held the base of it and was playing with it, fucking her ass with it as his cock teased her pussy.
"Yes, sir."
"Ready to get fucked, baby?" he asked, pushing the plug back in and gripping her hips again.
"Yes. Yes, sir!"
He thrust into her pussy hard and with the plug in her ass, she gasped at the pressure, at both holes being full at once. "That's so good," she said while he slid in and out of her, moving slowly, teasing her. She knew he was saving the real fucking for her ass. "Please."
"Please what?"
"Fuck me hard, Marcus. I need you," she begged.
He reached for her wrists and spread her arms wide against the back of the couch. "You want me to fuck you hard?" he teased, still moving slowly while pulling the plug out at the same time.
"Yes. Oh … please."
"Where?" he asked, taking the plug out entirely.
"My ass," she said, not hesitating, her need too great. "Please. Fuck me and come inside my ass."
This time it was he who did not hesitate. He pulled out of her pussy, his cock dripping with her juices and brought his cock to her prepared hole. She lifted her ass higher and pushed back into him as he thrust into her, crying out with the momentary pain that morphed into intense pleasure almost instantly. He fucked her long and hard and when he touched the tip of his finger to her clit, she exploded, the muscles of her ass clamping down around his cock, milking it as he thrust one final time, leaning his body over top of hers as he emptied inside her ass.
* * *
It was some time before they both lay in bed, still damp from their shower, Rachel tucked neatly against Marcus' body.
"I never thought I'd survive those years. And I certainly never thought I'd be as happy as I am now," Marcus said, squeezing her tight.
"Me too," she said quietly, very aware of all the loss of the last years. But also very aware of the blessing of having him with her now. Of the gift of their future.
"I plan on spending the rest of my life with you," he said.
She turned to face him, touching his face.
"Me too," she said. "Forever with you."
"I don't want to wait. We've lost so much time already."
"We're not waiting. We're here, together, Marcus. I'm not going anywhere."
"Then let's get married. Just a small ceremony with Elijah and his family. Just us, nothing will change … " he went on as if trying to convince her.
"Marcus," she said. He carried on talking until she covered his mouth with hers. "Marcus."
He stopped and looked down at her.
"Just ask me," she said, her smile soft, her gaze softer.
It was as if it took him a moment to understand what she was saying, but when he did, he smiled too and for a moment looked like a nervous boy asking a girl out for the first time.
"Rachel," he began. "Will you marry me?"
Tears filled her eyes and her smile widened from ear to ear. Why this was so different than living together, she didn't know. Why this was so much more fulfilling, more complete, she did not know. But it was and she began to cry through that smile.
"What?" he asked. "What is it?" he asked again, his expression worried.
"Nothing. God, I'm just happy, Marcus." She sniffled. "Yes. Yes, of course I'll marry you. I love you, I don't want to spend another minute without you."
"Me too, Rachel. I love you."
The End