It’s the best time of the year! Welcome to Masturbation Monday where I’m sharing a steamy scene from my new holiday release, Rocky Mountain Romp. The Rocky Mountain Brides got into some mischief before the holidays, and now they’re suffering the consequences…and rewards…

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“Lie on your stomach, darling. I want to inspect you.”

A pause, then she obeyed.

As a doctor, Johnathan often performed “inspections” of her body, which he claimed had a medical purpose, but in truth always ended in pleasure. He had plans for his wife today. Standing, he pulled away all the blankets, and looked down in satisfaction.

His wife’s blonde hair spilled over the coverlet, her beautiful green eyes watching him in her pale, sleep
softened face. Her fine shoulders and back tapered to a tucked in waist, then flared out into her generous bottom.

His hand stroked down her beautiful form, admiring the pale skin of her back and hips, especially contrasted with her bright red buttocks. His fingers caressed a hip, and as they traced the cane marks, Esther shuddered.

“Shhh, darling, I’m not going to hurt you. Today is all about for your pleasure.” He sat down to get closer to her, and gripped either hip, his thumbs stroking the hollow of her back. “Now, let’s see what we have here. Patient, twenty-eight years of age. Very lovely in face and form, and subject to recent discipline.” He massaged her back a little.

“There seems to be no damage to the lower back or vertebrae, and her coccyx was unharmed. Very important in disciplinary practices, particularly when the subject is your beautiful, but disobedient wife.” His hands went to the back of her thighs and caressed up and down her legs. “Note that a few of the punishing strokes fell on the legs, which is perfectly acceptable. The disciplinarian obviously had a careful and practiced hand.” He scooted forward, large hands framing her delectable bottom. “Now, these stripes here; I can tell from this that the patient was very, very naughty.”

His hand ghosted over the marks on her fleshy lobes, and she shuddered. “I count enough stripes for ten strikes of a cane—a significant punishment. Let’s hope the subject learned her lesson.” He paused, admiring the shade of roasted red that still remained, then continued thoughtfully. “It’s easy to break the skin with such a harsh implement. In fact, in many cases, an errant wife can bear marks forever. While these stripes will stay for some time, whoever caned this young woman took care to punish without leaving scars. In fact, I would propose he loved this woman very much, to take such care to impart a lesson without permanent harm.”

Johnathan took a break in his playful narrative, unable to stop himself from planting a gentle kiss on the marked skin. Esther made a small sound, but didn’t move.

“So now,” he said briskly. “Let’s see how she responds.” He slid a hand between her legs and she stiffened, raising herself up a little as he caressed her slippery folds. “Ah, yes! The subject is reacting to her husband’s touch. In fact, with further stimulation…” Frowning in concentration, he leaned down between her legs and blew hot air onto her labia. “…I should be able to bring her to climax.” Esther seemed to quiver with anticipation.

“Part your legs, my dear. Wider.” He smiled as she whimpered in humiliation. Esther loved his dominance and discipline, but she hated being aware of how her body responded to his firm and gentle touches alike.

“Ah, yes, here we are.” His fingers stroked between her legs. “No doubt the subject is aroused. Plenty of secretions, labia is plump and sensitive. There’s the clitoral hood…but we’ll come back to that later.” He left off teasing her to slip a finger inside her slick channel. “Her body is ready for her husband’s entrance.” He withdrew his fingers, noting her disappointed cry.

“Let’s take a closer inspection,” he said, and positioned his face right between her legs, parting her buttocks and spreading her before him. Her breath caught as his fingers dug into her reddened flesh, but he noticed she only grew wetter. “The subject requires more stimulation to induce orgasm.” He sat back up. “Let’s see if we can provide it.”

His fingers stroked her little nub, teasing until Esther grew wild, writhing and thrusting her bottom back onto his hands. At her breathy moans, he thrust two fingers into her sodden entrance, pumping them in a steady rhythm.

“Johnathan,” she panted. “Yes, dear?” he asked, then slid his fingers deeper, crooking his fingers into a “come hither” motion. Her entire body stiffened, and her words dissolved into moans.

“Subject seems unable to communicate,” he noted with a grin.

*** Rocky Mountain Romp ***

“Another wonderful addition to the Rocky Mountain Bride Series”

 

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