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It was love at first sight with my wife and I did have to accept that she would be in full control of our relationship, even down to the smallest detail. So I felt I had no other choice but to obey her and accept being spanked by her. We do have the same beliefs and values.
spank me >.<
𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒚 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝑭𝒖*𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑻𝒐𝒚 𝑸𝒖𝒆𝒆𝒏, 𝑨𝒓𝒆𝒏'𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖?
PART-II
Later that night.
I was waiting for Jeonghan exactly how he had instructed. The silence of the room was heavy, pressing against my skin almost as much as the anticipation. His voice echoed in my mind like a low, haunting melody: "I will want you on the bed, on your knees, waiting patiently for your King to deliver your punishment for going against his order. You will wait for him in a blindfold and just your nightgown, wouldn't you?"
So here I am, wearing a silk, sheer nightgown,black in color, contrasting sharply with the paleness of my skin. The fabric is so light it feels like a whisper, shifting every time I take a shaky breath. A red silk blindfold is tied tightly over my eyes, plunging me into a world of darkness where every sound is magnified. I am spread out "eagle style" on the bed, on my knees with my butt jutted out, feeling exposed and vulnerable. The nightgown is barely covering my embarrassing, wet pussy, and the cool air of the room sends shivers down my spine. The room is only lit by the silver moonlight coming from the window, casting long shadows that I can only imagine.
The door opens with a slow, deliberate creak. My breath catches in my throat, my heart hammering against my ribs like a trapped bird. And then, loud laughter echoes in the room. His laughter. It’s rich, dark, and full of a terrifying amusement. I clench my thighs together, trying to hide the evidence of how much his presence affects me.
"My, my, my... my Queen actually listened for the first time. Fuck knows how pleased I am. I would take it easy on you."
I shake my head frantically. Even through the fear, the defiance,or perhaps the desire,flares up.
"You don't want me to take it easy on you, Rosa?"
"Y... yes."
The air whistles for a fraction of a second before a heavy spank lands on my ass. I gasp, the sound echoing in the high-ceilinged room. I whimper, the sting blooming into a throbbing heat.
"Did I give you permission to speak?" I shake my head, my hair brushing against my shoulders. "That's it, Rosa. Do not make a noise. You wouldn't want the guards to know that you are being punished, wouldn't you?" he rasps against the sensitive skin of my ass, his breath hot and dangerous.
I wiggle my ass instinctively, a desperate search for comfort or perhaps more of the pain. He chuckles in delight. Suddenly, a cold, hard thing is shoved into my pussy without warning.
"Ahh-ah!"
"Shhh... you don't get to make a noise," he says, his voice a stern command.
I hear the metallic click of a belt unbuckling, the leather sliding through the loops. I hear the sound of the leather snapping in the air first before registering the hit. I cry out in pleasure, my back arching. The thing inside me starts vibrating, a low hum that vibrates through my entire pelvis. I choke on my saliva, trying to stay upright.
"Count!" he commands.
"O... one."
Another slash in the air before the hit on my pussy. I fall forward on my elbows from the force, my face buried in the silk sheets. "T-t-teo."
"What was that?" he demands, the vibrations increasing in intensity until I’m seeing stars behind the red blindfold.
"Two."
"Such a good girl."
Another hit, this time perfectly aimed at my clit.
"Hannn!!!"
Three more hits land in rapid succession, directly on my pussy. The vibrations increase to a frantic pace. I start whimpering, trembling in pleasure, my pussy leaking onto the black silk beneath me.
"Count, Queen." Three more hits on my ass.
"Three... fouuur-fi-ve... si-x... seven... eight...?"
"Good girl."
He grabs my ass cheeks and spreads them apart, exposing me completely to the moonlight and his gaze. Something hot and viscous lands on my forbidden hole. My head spins as I realize it's his spit. "So fucking pink," he growls, the words thick with hunger. Five more hits land, this time on my asshole, the sting sharp and precise. This time, I didn't need his reminder to count.
"N... nine... ten... el-ven... twelve... thir-teen..."
One more hit on my back. This one is surprisingly gentle, almost like a caress after the violence of the others.
"Fourteen," I choke out.
He pulls the vibrator out of my pussy and, with a firm hand, gently pushes it into my asshole. The fullness makes my eyes widen behind the silk.
"Hann... stop," I sob, the sensory overload becoming too much.
"Shh, my Queen." He pushes the whole vibrator in and flips me onto my back. The world tilts. Soft, mocking kisses land on my neck. I moan, my hands clutching at the sheets. That turns into a scream when he bites my collarbone, his teeth sinking in deep. I can already feel the hickey forming, a purple mark of his ownership.
He rips my nightgown off in one violent second, the sound of tearing fabric loud in the quiet room. The shreds remain tangled on my body as he takes a nipple in his mouth, sucking loudly and greedily. This time, I manage to hold in a moan, biting my lip until I taste copper. And suddenly, the warmth disappears. He pulls away.
I hear the slash. I hear it in the air first, then the agonizing, beautiful pain. He spanked me for the fifteenth time before my nipples could even stop aching from his mouth. The bastard spanked my nipples.
"Ughhh, stop," I sob, my body writhing.
"Hmm? I didn't quite catch that," he murmurs against my ear, his tone playful yet lethal.
I sob. "Han-hann!"
Three spanks, fast and punishing.
"Where is the count?" he growls.
"fuftin..si-xtin...sevten..eithin.."
"Good girl." I whimper, totally broken under his touch. "My mistake. You are my little fucking toy Queen, aren't you?"
"Two more to go, hmm? You can handle that? Yes, you can."
Then the bastard grabs my nipple, stretches it out painfully, and spans the swell before hitting my nipple with the cold metal buckle of his belt. I arch my back so hard I think it might snap, writhing in pain. But is it really pain if I enjoy it? If it’s all I want?
"Nineteen," I whisper.
Then he repeats the process on my left boob, the metal cold and then white-hot with the impact.
"Twenty..." I moan as I come, a violent, crashing climax brought on by nothing but the spanking and the vibrator still humming in my forbidden asshole.
"Great... my good little fucking toy Queen. Or should I say... whore?"
I shake my head, my voice gone. "No... no... wh-ore."
"That's my Queen. Stand up for yourself."
The seconds stretch into minutes. My heart rate slows, and suddenly, my ears ring as my surroundings come back into focus. My blindfold is removed, and the sudden light makes me blink. Jeonghan's pretty, cruel face is the last thing I see before the darkness of exhaustion pulls me into a faint.
I wake a few seconds later to the sensation of a warm tongue licking my pussy. I arch my back, moaning in pleasure. But when I try to move my hands to his hair, to pull him closer, my hands resist. I look up to see them tied securely to the bedposts with silk ropes. I look down to see my legs spread wide, my feet tied to the foot of the bed.
The bastard.
"You awake, Queen?" he murmurs against my navel, licking the skin. I manage a guttural sound from the back of my throat. "Let's move on to the fucking, shall we?"
"What?!" I try to scoot back, but the ropes hold me fast.
"The fucking, Queen."
That's when I notice that he is completely naked. His very large cock is standing at attention, pulsing. And when I say large, I mean very large in girth and length, intimidating and perfect.
"Hey, I will only fuck you if you want," he says, his eyes searching mine.
"Fuck me, Han."
"What?!" he chokes, surprised by my bluntness.
"Fuck me hard. Fuck me so good I forget my own name," I whisper, offering him my pussy as best as I can in the restraints.
For one second, he looks flustered, his composure breaking. Then he growls, a deep, animalistic sound. "I'm gonna breed you so hard, Rosa. Gonna fill you up with my cum. You will literally look like my good little fucking toy Queen."
Then he does exactly that.
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The morning light was far less forgiving than the moon had been. It poured through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the royal suite, harsh and golden, stinging my eyes as I slowly blinked them open. The heavy velvet curtains were pulled back just enough to expose the wreckage of the night.
My body felt heavy, anchored to the mattress by a dull, pulsing ache that radiated from my core to my very skin. Every time I shifted, the friction of the fine silk sheets against my raw thighs felt like a brand. I looked down, my breath hitching in my throat. My wrists were free now, but the faint, deep red rings around them were a stark reminder of the silk ropes that had bound me to my own bed.
My skin was a map of Jeonghan’s territorial rage. Purplish bruises were blooming on my hips where his hands had gripped me to hold me still, and the dark, angry mark on my collarbone stood out like a seal of ownership.
Glimpses of the "fucking" flashed behind my eyelids like lightning strikes. I remembered the sheer weight of him, the way he had filled me until I felt like I would break, his crown discarded on the floor as he became something much more primal. I remembered the sound of his low, guttural growls in my ear as he followed through on his promise to breed me, demanding I forget the Prince’s name and only remember the King’s. He had been a storm, a force of nature that had claimed every inch of my body until I was nothing but a vessel for his seed and his fury.
I felt a cool, sudden sensation against my lower back, making me jump.
"Don't move, Rosa. That is a command."
I froze. Jeonghan was sitting on the edge of the bed, a silver basin of water and a soft linen cloth in his hands. The terrifying, vengeful King from the night before was gone, replaced by a man with messy dark hair and a quiet, focused intensity. He was dressed only in his silk trousers, his bare chest showing the faint scratches I had left in my desperation.
He began to dab the cool cloth against the stings on my thighs. I flinched instinctively, a small, pained whimper escaping my throat.
"I know," he murmured, his voice soft, devoid of the jagged edge it held in the dark, yet still carrying the weight of a man who brooked no defiance. "I'm sorry. I went too hard on the last few strikes. My temper got the better of me the moment I thought of his hand on your arm."
He moved the cloth with agonizing gentleness, cleaning away the dried salt of my tears and the remnants of the night’s mess. It was a strange, silent ritual of the Royal house. to break the Queen in the dark and mend her in the light. When he reached my breasts, his touch lightened even further, his fingers trembling slightly as he inspected the marks where the metal buckle had bruised the delicate skin.
A flash of genuine regret crossed his handsome face, but it was quickly masked by a dark, simmering possessiveness. He leaned down, pressing a lingering, feather-light kiss to the center of my chest, right over my heart.
"You were so good for me," he whispered against my skin, his breath hitching. "My stubborn, brave Queen. You took it all. You learned your lesson, didn't you?"
He set the cloth aside and reached for a tray on the gold-leafed nightstand,warm tea infused with honey and medicinal herbs to soothe the swelling. He helped me sit up, his arm strong and steady behind my back, supporting my weight as if I were a piece of priceless, fragile porcelain that he alone was allowed to handle.
"Drink," he commanded. This time it wasn't a threat; it was the suffocating care of a man who wanted me healthy only so he could belong to me again.
As I took a sip, the warmth spreading through my chest, I looked at him,really looked at him. The man who had systematically broken me down just hours ago was now the only one putting me back together. I leaned my head against his shoulder, my body finally relaxing into his strength despite the pain.
"You're a bastard, Jeonghan," I croaked, my voice raw and ruined from screaming his name.
He let out a soft, genuine chuckle, his fingers tracing the line of my jaw before tilting my face up to meet his dark, obsessive gaze. "And yet, you're still here. In my bed, in my palace, wearing my marks. You are a King's wife, Rosa. You were made for this... and you are mine until the day the crown falls."
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The steam in the massive, white marble shower was thick enough to create a warm, foggy universe just for the two of us. The scent of expensive sandalwood and sea salt hung heavy in the air, mixing with the heat. Jeonghan moved with a lazy, cat-like grace, his eyes dancing with a playful glint that told me he was far from finished with me.
He took the sponge, lathering it until it was a cloud of white foam, and began to wash me. His touch was light, almost teasing, as he traced the lines of my body. But then, his hand slipped "accidentally," or so he made it seem. His fingers brushed against my inner thigh, a feather-light touch that sent a jolt of electricity straight to my core.
I let out a soft, involuntary moan, my knees buckling slightly.
"Oh?" Jeonghan murmured, his voice a low, mischievous rumble against my ear. "Did the Queen find that... interesting? I was simply trying to ensure you were clean, Rosa. Such a dirty mind you have."
He continued the "massage," his hands moving in slow, deliberate circles over my hips and lower back. Every touch was a calculated move, a blend of soothing pressure and deliberate provocation. He’d knead a sore muscle with the care of a devoted husband, only to let his thumb wander just a fraction too far, grazing the sensitive skin where the heat was most intense.
I gripped the marble ledge, my breath coming in short, ragged gasps. I was a mess of contradictions,aching from the night before, yet desperate for more of his touch. I looked at him through the steam, my eyes hazy with a mixture of exhaustion and rising need.
"Jeonghan... you’re doing this on purpose," I managed to whisper, my voice trembling.
He let out a soft, melodic chuckle, a sound that was more delight than malice. "Doing what, my love? I’m merely tending to my Queen. If your body chooses to react so... enthusiastically to a simple bath, who am I to judge?"
He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against the shell of my ear, his breath hot and damp. "But remember, Rosa... a Queen must always maintain her composure. If you can’t handle a little soap and water without losing your head, perhaps we need to revisit those lessons on self-control."
He punctuates the thought with a sudden, firm squeeze of my hip, a silent reminder of the power he held over me. It wasn't the harsh discipline of the night before; it was a playful, possessive tug-of-war, a game where he held all the cards and I was more than willing to lose.
He slid his hands around to the front, his palms flat against my stomach, pulling me back against the hard planes of his chest. The water cascaded over us, a warm, rhythmic beat that matched the thumping of my heart. He began to massage my abdomen, his fingers dipping just below the waterline in a way that was tantalizingly close to the center of my ache.
"You're so tense," he whispered, his voice dropping an octave. "Relax for me, Rosa. Let the King take care of everything."
He increased the pressure, his touch becoming more focused, more intentional. He wasn't just washing me anymore; he was claiming me, one slow, deliberate stroke at a time. The mischievous glint in his eyes never wavered, a silent promise that while the punishment might be over for now, the play had only just begun.
The steam swirled around us, thick and heavy, as Jeonghan turned me back around to face the marble wall. His playful demeanor didn't vanish, but it sharpened into something more focused, more intent on seeing exactly how much I could take before I broke.
"You're far too loud for a Queen who’s supposed to be recovering," he chuckled, the sound vibrating against my wet shoulders.
He didn't reach for the sponge this time. Instead, he slid his hand down, slick with soap and the spray of the water, and reached between my legs from behind. I expected the slow, torturous massage from before, but Jeonghan was in a mischievous mood. He wanted to see me jump.
Crack.
The sound of his open palm hitting my water-slicked pussy was sharp, echoing loudly off the marble tiles. I gasped, my back arching violently as the stinging heat of the slap collided with the sensitive, swollen ache of the night before. It wasn't the heavy, brutal force of the belt; it was a stinging, ringing blow that sent a shockwave of pure electricity through my entire pelvis.
"Hann!" I cried out, my fingers slipping on the wet stone.
"Shh," he whispered, his voice dark with amusement. "Is that any way to thank me for the attention?"
Crack.
Another strike, perfectly aimed and delivered with a rhythmic precision. The cold water from the shower head rained down on us, but where his hand landed, I felt like I was being branded with fire. The sensation was overwhelming—a jarring, pulsing mix of the sharp sting and the deep, throbbing need he had been building up all morning.
"One more, Rosa. Just to make sure you're fully awake," he teased, his fingers grazing my clit for a split second before his palm came down again, harder this time.
Crack.
I let out a broken moan, my head falling forward against the cool marble. The skin there was humming, glowing with a fierce heat that made the falling water feel like ice in comparison. He didn't stop there; he immediately followed the strike by cupping me firmly, his large hand covering the entire area he had just punished.
He leaned into me, his chest pressing my back against the wall, and began to rub in slow, heavy circles, using the heat of the spanking to fuel a sudden, crashing climax.
"See?" he murmured, watching my reflection in the steamed-up glass as I shook in his arms. "The King always knows exactly what his Queen needs, even when she’s being a little too greedy for her own good."
The steam in the room had reached a fever pitch, making everything outside the glass enclosure a blur of white. Jeonghan slid down the marble wall until he was sitting on the floor of the shower, the warm water pooling around his waist. With a playful but firm tug on my hips, he pulled me down with him.
I ended up straddling his lap, facing away from him. The heat of his skin against my back was the only thing grounding me as he reached out and used his knees to nudge my legs wide, forcing me into a position of total vulnerability. The spray from the ceiling was a constant thrum, but then I heard the click of the handheld sprayer being lifted from its cradle.
"You've been such a vocal little thing this morning, Rosa," he whispered, his voice a low vibration against my spine. "Let's see if we can turn those protests into something else."
He brought the nozzle down, the jet of water focused into a narrow, high-pressure stream. He didn't aim it directly at me at first. He let the water dance along my inner thighs, the pulsing sensation making my muscles twitch and my breath hitch in anticipation.
Then, with a mischievous chuckle, he centered the spray.
The water hit my clit with a jarring, intense pressure. I bolted upright, my back arching off his chest, a sharp cry trapped in my throat. It wasn't like a hand or a toy; it was a relentless, rhythmic pounding of heat and force that I couldn't escape.
"Jeonghan! No-ha-nn!" I gasped, trying to shift my hips, but his knees were like iron, keeping me pinned wide and open for the assault.
"Stay still, Queen," he commanded, though his tone was light, almost teasing. "This is just a deep cleaning. You wouldn't want to be anything less than perfect for the rest of the day, would you?"
He began to move the sprayer in tiny, agonizing circles, never letting the pressure break. The sensation was borderline torturous,a white-hot needle of pleasure that made my vision blur. Every time I thought I was about to go over the edge, he’d pull the water away for a split second, letting the air hit the sensitive skin, only to blast it again before I could catch my breath.
I was writhing against him, my fingers clawing at his knees, my head lolling back onto his shoulder. The sound of the water hitting my flesh was the only thing I could hear, a wet, heavy thrumming that matched the frantic pace of my heart.
"Please... I can't... it's too much!" I sobbed, the pleasure becoming a physical weight in my chest.
"Is it?" he asked, his eyes gleaming with delight as he watched the way my body reacted to his whims. He dialed the pressure up just a notch higher, the stream of water now a vibrating blur. "I think you can handle exactly what your King gives you. In fact, I think you love it."
He held the spray there, steady and relentless, until my entire body went rigid. A violent, crashing climax shattered through me, my voice rising in a high, thin wail that was lost in the steam. I slumped back against him, completely undone, while he finally turned the water off and tucked the sprayer back into its hook.
He wrapped his arms around me, holding my trembling form to his chest as the overhead shower continued to rain down on us. "There," he whispered, kissing the top of my wet head. "Much better. Now my Queen is properly settled."
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The silence that followed my climax lasted only a heartbeat before the metallic click of the sprayer echoed against the marble again. Before I could even draw a full breath, the jet of water slammed back into me,this time at full, punishing pressure.
I shrieked, my body jolting so hard I nearly slipped from his lap, but Jeonghan’s arms were like bands of steel around my waist. He didn't just hold me; he locked me against him, his knees forcing my legs even wider until I was completely exposed to the relentless, vibrating force of the water.
"Jeonghan! Stop! It’s....it’s too much!" I sobbed, my voice cracking.
The water was a focused needle of white-hot intensity, aimed directly at my swollen, hyper-sensitive clit. After the previous peak, every nerve ending was screaming, raw and overstimulated. The pressure didn't just feel like water anymore; it felt like a solid, thrumming weight that was drilling into me.
"Stay," he growled, the playfulness in his voice replaced by a dark, fascinated intensity. He didn't move the nozzle an inch. He kept it pinned right on the center of my ache, watching with hooded eyes as my skin turned a deep, angry red under the assault.
I was writhing, my hips bucking in a desperate, frantic attempt to escape the sensation, but there was nowhere to go. I was trapped between the cold marble floor, his iron grip, and the merciless spray. My vision began to swim, the steam and the roar of the water blurring into a haze of sensory overload.
"Look at you," he murmured, leaning forward so his lips brushed my soaking wet ear. "So sensitive. So worked up that you can’t even hold yourself up."
My clit felt twice its size, pulsing and throbbing under the direct hit. The pleasure had long since crossed the line into something jagged and agonizing. I was choking on my own gasps, my head thrashing from side to side as my body tried to process the sheer volume of input. I was coming again-not a clean, sharp peak, but a messy, dragging series of tremors that wouldn't stop because the water wouldn't stop.
"Please, Han... I’m going to... I’m going to break..." I whimpered, my fingers clawing uselessly at his forearms.
"Let it break, Rosa," he commanded, his grip tightening as he felt the tremors rack my frame.
He kept the spray there through a second, then a third wave of overstimulated release. My body was shaking so violently I couldn't even form words anymore, just high, thin sounds of pure distress and ecstasy. Only when my muscles finally went completely limp, my head falling back against his chest in a dead faint of exhaustion, did he finally click the water off.
The sudden silence was deafening. He tossed the sprayer aside, the heavy thud echoing in the steam, and simply held me. He tucked my head under his chin, his hand stroking my wet hair as I trembled in the aftermath of the sensory war he had just won.
"There," he whispered, his voice possessive and low. "Now you’re exactly where I want you."
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The steam had begun to thin slightly as the water temperature leveled out, leaving the air heavy and sweet with the scent of sandalwood. Jeonghan remained seated on the marble floor, his long legs stretched out around me, holding me in the curve of his body. The aggressive spray of the handheld nozzle was gone, replaced by the gentle, rhythmic patter of the overhead rain.
His movements had shifted from the frantic intensity of a few moments ago to something agonizingly slow. His hand, large and warm, slid back between my thighs. His fingers were slick with a mixture of water and expensive oil, and he began to massage my pussy with a tenderness that was almost more frustrating than the overstimulation had been. He traced the swollen contours of my skin, his thumb moving in lazy, soothing circles around my clit, calming the fire he had ignited.
I was still trembling, my breath coming in ragged, shallow hitches. I leaned my head back against his shoulder, my wet hair plastering to his skin.
"You’re a monster," I whispered, my voice a raspy shadow of its usual self. "A complete and utter bastard, Jeonghan."
He chuckled, the sound vibrating through my spine. His fingers didn't stop their rhythmic work, dipping shallowly inside me before pulling back to swirl against the entrance. "And yet, you look so peaceful now, my Queen. Almost... grateful."
"Grateful?" I bit my lip as a fresh wave of heat rolled through me from his thumb's pressure. I reached back, my fingers tangling in his damp hair, tugging just hard enough to make him hiss. "Don't get too comfortable on that throne. I’m going to get back at you for this. I’ll make sure you’re the one begging for mercy next time."
Jeonghan’s hand stilled for a second, his eyes darkening as he looked at our reflection in the fogged-up glass. A slow, mischievous smirk spread across his face. He leaned down, his teeth grazing the sensitive cord of my neck.
"Is that a threat, Rosa? Or a promise?"
"It’s a vow," I croaked, trying to find my dignity despite being completely undone on his lap. "I’ll find your weakness. I’ll make you forget you’re a King. You’ll be nothing but a toy in my hands, and I won't stop until you’re shaking just as hard as I am right now."
He let out a low, appreciative hum, his hand resuming its massage but with a bit more pressure, a bit more intent. He spread me wider with his other hand, exposing me to the warm rain and his searching gaze.
"I look forward to it," he murmured against my skin. "But for now, you’re still under my care. And I’m not quite finished making sure you remember exactly who put that look on your face."
I let out a frustrated moan, my body betraying me as I arched back into his touch once more. I might have been making threats, but as his fingers worked their magic in the quiet of the steam, we both knew who was currently in control.
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Hey guys. How are you all? So I know,I am late but please bear with me.
The next part will be the last and if you want to be reminded. Comment. And all of the ideas are flying from my head, so I want YOU to give me idea. So kindly message me. But remember I only write Leeknow from start kids and Jeonghan from Seventeen.
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