Deathless Discipline

cock. He could see her nipples were stiff and erect and the smell of breast milk told him that her arousal had caused them to leak. He enjoyed the sensations and the view until his need to touch her overcame him and he sat up, grasped her waist, and spun her around, settling her hips over his mouth as she continued to work his hard length with her warm, wet mouth. She was wearing a short denim skirt and he hiked it up and pulled her panties to the side to tease her clit, flicking his tongue over its stiffened peak, then sucking, careful to hold her thighs rather than her sore bottom. He penetrated her with his thumb and she wriggled against it for release. He picked up tempo, thumbing her while his middle finger covered her anus. He waited until he could feel her desire starting to erupt and then applied gentle pressure on her anus so that it sent her over the edge, and she climaxed in a paroxysm of muscular contractions. He struck the femoral artery in her inner thigh, heightening the orgasm ripping through his own body with the erotic taste of her blood in a perfect exchange of fluids. When he finished, he licked the puncture wounds closed and kissed her inner thigh.
She crawled off the top of him and sat back, looking at him with a vulnerability that pulled at his heart. She was needy after last night, which he could understand. He had no problem giving her all the reassurance she required to know that his love for her was secure.
“Dom, can we get the second spanking over with now?”
His heart lurched for her.
“Sure, bambina.” He sat up and touched her face. “Are you anxious about it?”
She nodded, looking miserable.
He was wishing he hadn't set a second spanking, but he didn't believe in not following through on a promised punishment.
“I'm sorry I scared you last night. You were wise to ask me to cool off.” Not that he had felt out of control, but if his fangs were out in anger he shouldn't touch his mortal wife, no matter how sure of himself he felt.
Kate's eyes filled with tears, an acknowledgment of just how frightened she must have been. He pulled her into his arms and kissed the top of her head. She curled into him tightly and he stroked her hair. “We're going to be okay, bambina. Everything's going to be okay."
After holding her and rubbing her back for a while, he drew back and lifted her beautiful face to his. “It really hurt that you would lie to me,” he said.
“I'm sorry, Dom,” she whispered, her lips trembling. “At the time it felt more like an exaggeration than an actual lie.” She swallowed, shrinking a bit under his stare. “But I saw how it affected you. Believe me, I don't want to see you look at me like that again.”
He blinked, feeling a wave of emotion wash over him—gratitude and love, tainted with pain.
He managed a wry smile. “You don't want to see the fangs again?”
“No sir,” she said, making him smile again. “Or not the angry fangs, anyway,” she added. The aroused fangs she could handle just fine.
He smiled again. “Go fetch me the rubber spatula from the kitchen.”
She gave him a strange look, a mixture of relief and wariness, as she straightened her skirt to obey. When she returned with the requested implement, he instructed her to remove her clothes and bend over the dresser. He watched her as she complied, unable to look at him.
“Spread your legs,” he said, nudging them apart with the spatula. He heard her breath draw in, felt the shimmer of growing desire and fear coming from her. “More,” he said, prodding her inner thigh. He rubbed her cheeks, which were still marked from the whipping he'd given her the night before. “You were a naughty girl last night, weren't you?” he asked.
“Yes, sir,” she whimpered.
He was rewarded with the delicious smell of her arousal. Spanking was Kate's “on” button when it came to sex. And though she wouldn't have enjoyed the disciplinary spanking she'd received the night before, talking about it now would drive her wild. Reframing it as erotic fodder after the fact was the quickest way for the two of them to reconnect after discipline.
“What happens to naughty girls?” he asked, tapping her bottom with the spatula.
“They get spanked,” she said, the slight quaver in her voice making him smile.
He popped one cheek with the spatula and she jumped. “That's right,” he said, popping the other cheek and watching her perfect little ass jump again.
“You got spanked with my belt, didn't you?” he murmured.
She whimpered at that.
“Didn't you?”
“Yes, sir,” she whispered, her hips swaying back and forth, the moisture gathering between her legs so abundant that a drop fell on the floor.
“I gave you a spanking you'll never forget,” he said as he snapped the rubber spatula up, catching her squarely on her exposed pussy.
She gasped, jerking her hips to one side. He caught her hip and swung her pelvis back to center. “Stay very still for me, Kate,” he said lovingly, stroking and kneading her sore cheeks with his free hand. “You'll remember your spanking every time you sit today, won't you?”
Before she could answer, he brought up the spatula again. She cried out, causing Luci to wake with a wail.
“I got it,” he muttered and crossed the room to where Luci lay on the bed. He stroked her cheek, locking eyes with her and using vampire hypnosis to put her back to sleep.
When he returned to Kate, though, he felt something like resentment or anger coming off her, the arousal quickly fading.
“What?”
She remained facing the dresser and shook her head, without looking back. “Nothing.”
He picked her up at the waist, turning and plopping her on the dresser. He had to bite back an apology when she winced from the impact of the hard wood on her sore bottom—you