Lynn And Leif Forevermore Ch 74

Dear Readers,

Your loyalty to this story inspires me. These two love so hard and there is a healing in that love. The sub and dom dynamic that is growing between them is one way that her healing is facilitated.

This has been a wonderful ride for so many years but all good things must come to an end. Once Lynne's healing has occurred I will be leaving these two behind but I promise to explore the dynamic of a new relationship. Thanks for giving me one of the longest running stories on Literotica.

Enjoy this Christmas gift of Lynne and Leif and I'll be writing more about these two over the holidays!

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Lynne loved to be ordered to strip. Humbled in front of her husband, panties down around her ankles. Right in front of her man, and his adoring glance as she stood between his knees. She saw nothing but love there. And she was already on to what Leif was doing. He was helping her enter their play space, an intoxicating world of sensual ecstasy that was such a soothing balm on painful, emotional wounds.

She pulled off her sandals, bent over coyly as though she didn't realize how sexy she was being and wiggled her tight, denim jeans off of her ass right in his face, with her rear facing her husband. She left her wet panties dangling around her ankles.

He grunted in response, and she wished she could see his expression, she could practically feel him slobbering on her rear.

"Mmm...Good girl," he husked, his mouth up to her ass crack and before the pleasure of his husky voice against her intimate area could register he started licking her.

"Oh, Leify!" she whimpered.

"I know it's good to you, my good girl, now turn around and face me," he murmured lovingly.

She turned around in the circle of his arms.

"There now, good. Tell me how you think your husband should punish you for not letting him protect his sweet wife," murmured Leif kissing her forehead.

"Whatever you decide," murmured Lynne, as he pulled her down over his knee.

"I think a few swats with the baby girl paddle, and then teasing you with some pleasure and then only letting you come if you're the best girl, will teach a good lesson. Bring your husband the paddle, and leave your panties around your ankles. Be careful not to trip," murmured Leif, swatting her ass.

Lynne yelped. His slap stung her ass hard and that stinging tingle ripped a current straight between her thighs. She loved being bare before him, no secrets between them. Nothing hidden from his loving blue eyes, not her joy, or her pain, or her need to be carted off into their own secret world to experience sexual pleasure and healing from pain.

Her pussy ached and flooded with moisture at the memory of how much this man, her husband owned her. This was why they'd married! He owned her body and spirit, it was why she couldn't even resist the sensual desire she felt for him when he groped her breast even though she was angry at him for hiding the phone call from her at the time when she'd found out in the department store.

He'd gripped her breast in public, because she was his, he was sending her that statement in the store even though he'd given her the money for her to spend, and he let her mouth off.

But that was the point. He let her mouth off. But she was her husband's and she adored the chance to be submissive. To make it up for screaming at him in public. Embarrassing him. And for what? To be heartbroken by her damn parents.

She picked up her baby girl paddle. She tightened her ruffly shirt over her belly button in her characteristic knot.

She hobbled toward the bathroom with her panties shamefully around her ankles the way her husband instructed. She'd sweat a little bit during the phone call with her parents and she wanted to make sure she smelled sweet to him.

"Don't wash up! Your underarms smell sweet from sweating. Like maple syrup. Get your sassy little ass back in here, and quit stalling," he grunted.

Lynne whimpered and squeezed the paddle and went trudging awkwardly back to the bedroom, into his arms, panties still around her ankles.

Leif erupted into a series of gruff chuckles.

"Well now you're the only baby girl who can't wait for her paddling huh," he added dotingly stroking her cheek with the back of his hand.

She blushed.

She felt perfect to Leif and so loveable as he glanced at her tenderly. It was the complete opposite of the way she'd felt on the phone with her parents!

"I think...I think the next time I mouth off to you, when we're alone you should make me suck your cock like a big fleshy mouth gag, or a lollipop until I learn to keep quiet like a good little wifey," said Lynne.

Leif let out more gruff chuckles.

"You're cute and kinky as shit and you're gonna write your ass a bigger check than you'll ever wish to cash. If you think you need to use my cock as a lollipop to keep quiet I think we can arrange it. But all I want to come out of this spanking is for you to know that even when I screw up, and even if I shouldn't have hid that call and shit, I did it with the best intention in my heart, because I didn't want nothing to hurt my darling little wife," murmured Leif.

"Yes. Yes sir!" moaned Lynne.

Her pussy was dripping onto her thigh and she was ready for her sweet reward of spanking and the utter emotional pleasure and delicious sensual pain that it caused.

"Mmm, my kinky, dirty little girl, you love a spanking don't you, wet clear on your lovely thigh," he commented observantly, reaching out his index finger over his wetness and then sucking the sweet treat.

"Get across my knee, dirty little sweet!" he shouted hotly.

At the same time he manhandled her dramatically across his knee.

"Leify! Shit!" she yelped.

He snatched the paddle out of her hand, held her down by the waist with one arm and let the paddle down on her ass with a series of thwacks that left her squirming all around trying to get away from the sting.

"Ouch! Ouch! Ouch, Damn it baby I'll be good...I'll be a good wife...such a good girl...I'll do anything. Please...please...it hurts!" Baby I'm so sorry I hurt you and embarrassed you in the store," she yipped as he thwacked her bottom more and more.

As he stung her ass with the baby girl paddle the tears flowed down and wetness bubbled up from her pussy lips and dribbled down her thighs. Weeping and crying at the pleasure and pain that he inflicted was cathartic and healed the emotional wounds in her soul.

"Shhhh...I know you'll be good, but you need to be taught a lesson right now...shhhh...shhh...now hush..." he murmured.

His soothing tone was the opposite of the paddle thwacks on her bottom and Lynne sobbed with the sharp stings that the swats delivered. But as she bawled with pain, the tears were so soothing to her. To let it all out, all the pain she felt from the phone call, and cry and know that her sweet, patient man, he understood, unlike anyone she'd ever knew before.

As he swatted her, she felt another sensation brewing in the storm of her belly, each swat made her wet pussy grind into his muscular, blond hairy thigh, with each smack her bush and clitoris tugged lusciously against his thigh and she whimpered at the juxtaposition of the lovely sensations the pain of the spanking, the pleasure of her masturbatory sensation, rubbing against his thigh.

"Shhh...shh...I know it hurts but you need to learn that I love you, and whatever mistakes your husband makes baby girl, they are because your husband loves you and he doesn't want anyone to hurt you. Even your rotten ass parents, is that clear to you young lady," he murmured.

He roughly lifted her hands above her head, swatting her between sentences, drilling the love he felt for her into her very consciousness through the repetitive swats and painful spanking.

It was so cleansing she bawled with pain, mingled with pleasure of being near orgasm.

"I love you so much. Say it! My husband Leif Loves me so much," He punctuated each word with a firm swat.

"My husband...Leif...He loves me so much..." she yipped between sobs as he swatted her ass with the paddle.

"He'd rather die than for someone to hurt me," grunted Leif between swats.

"He'd rather die than for someone to hurt me," she gulped.

"Yes. That's it. And...And he spanks me because he knows it gives me pleasure and lets him teach me how much loves me..."

"And he spanks me because he..."

She lost some of the words. She expected him to swat her but instead she felt his finger tracing her lip.

He was telling her it was okay to suck his finger and she latched on. She didn't have to feel ashamed of that sweet longing she had to be nurtured. He was also telling her very explicitly by allowing her to suck his finger that it was okay for her to make a mistake, and he would still love her, and nurture her as much as she wanted.

He'd stopped spanking her and was petting her bottom.

"It's...My husband Leif spanks me because he knows it gives me pleasure and lets him teach me how much he loves me," said Leif.

"My husband Leif spanks me because he knows it gives me pleasure and lets him teach me how much he loves me," murmured Lynne.

She was so weak for him that has he brought his hand up over her as and thwacked her give more times she grinded her pussy furiously into her husband's knee groaning that she loved him.

"You're a naughty, freaky little thing. I did not give you permission to come," he grunted gently jabbing his finger between Lynne's outstretched thighs and deliberately rubbing the pad of his middle finger over her disobedient g-spot, maximizing her greedy sexual pleasure even as he told her she wasn't allowed to come.

"I'm so sorry I disobeyed husband, I couldn't help myself. I needed to come, I'll take whatever other punishments you think are necessary," murmured Lynne.

She felt content, sexually and emotionally pleasured and unashamed to indulge in her very own private fetishes with her husband knowing that he wouldn't judge her.

Lynne shivered with pleasure over and over again. The pleasure of the spanking, the pleasure of her husband's kind words, the pleasure of masturbating herself to a shameless, greedy orgasm on her loving husband's knee, in a world where she never knew that such sexual pleasure could exist between two people prior to meeting him.

"You were disobedient but you never know how to help yourself when I give you a good spanking to remind you that your husband is the boss missy. No punishment for you, just clean my finger of your sweet juices," he grunted huskily,

She latched onto her husband's index finger hard, sucking. Hard for her to imagine how soothing and cathartic the sensation of being allowed to scream, cry, and writhe in his arms was, and now suck on his digit. She was almost ashamed of the desperate pleasure she felt for her husband. The sweet lurching in her womb and pussy to fuck this dominate, primal man with his gentle spirit.

"You're a very good girl. A good girl, and a good wife. I think you've learned that what I try to do for you is because I love you, even when I fuck up. You served your punishment very well. Now...sit up and let me cuddle you doll. Just wanna talk to you for a little while," murmured Leif lovingly.

She sat up in his arms and he squeezed her so tight it almost hurt, then he reached into his pocket, and got some napkins and tenderly wiped her face, and even encouraged her to blow her nose right into the tissue he was holding, as though none of her body fluids were beneath him touching, so long as he was able to take care of her.

She cuddled under his neck, and he held his arm around her neck, poking his finger close to her mouth, he supposed to see if she still wanted to latch on, and she did and he was glad that he'd offered it to her, so she didn't have to feel a little ashamed at the kinky but soothing emotional pleasure that nibbling on his finger provided.

"Shh, it's okay now lovely, it's okay now pet, you are safe with your husband now and no one can hurt you with their meanness again," he murmured. He cuddled her deep into his chest while she nibbled at his finger, once soiled with her lovely feminine fluids, it was now being used as a source of comfort for her.

All their feelings coalesced, she felt warm in her heart, and between her legs, she could feel his erection butting up against her ass even as he held her tightly stroking her hair.

"I know it hurts now, but it's gonna be okay. You're safe now Lynney. Safe in my arms pet, and I won't let anyone ever get at you again. But you need to trust in me sweetheart. Don't doubt me again, I always have your best interests at heart kitten," he added with firm sweetness.

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Leif loved being able to turn something he was sure had given his wife infinite pain earlier in her life, into something that gave her pleasure. There was a reason that his sweet woman enjoyed submissiveness, and being able to please him, and this was probably driven by the desire to be seen as sweet, lovable, and good. A craving denied her by her cruel ass life before. And even sweeter, to turn Lynne's kinky pleasure at being spanked until her cute little bottom was pink into something where he could reinforce his love for her. He bet she'd never been spanked to remind her of how loved she was! It was such a turn on to know that being spanked made his wife so horny she couldn't resist grinding herself against his knee until she came. And it only took a couple of rubs against his knee and he was coated in her womanly juices and treated to that lovely throbbing, sucking, orgasmic feeling radiating from her greedy pussy. She was greedy for sexual stimulation and he loved it!

He ached to feel that feeling around the head of his cock, but there was much more time for that later. Lynne needed to be carried away, and transported into pleasure and it meant that he could not be selfish, greedy, or come to soon or cause her to come to soon, or she would not lose herself in orgasms. He knew she needed them right now, the raw sexual pleasure a soothing balm on her emotional pain.

Leif also pulled her into his arms because there were other things besides erotic spanking to address now. Her Stockholm syndrome for one thing. He wouldn't bring that phrase up to her again regarding her abuse growing up. But Lynne had just come from so much abuse and dysfunction it was hard for her to see what was up, and what was down, for her to determine when someone really loved her, wanted what was best, and was trying to help her, versus people who had maliciously mistreated and abused her who would make it their life's mission to continue to control her forever.

"I think...baby I think that you need to think about talking to someone...about the way you grew up, about the weird religion and all those things...who can help you make sense of just...of the hell that you've come from," said Leif.

"Leify I know...I know I used some poor judgment but I'm not crazy I..."

"Darlin', I don't think you are crazy, or anything of the sort. I think you are an incredibly strong and courageous woman and you've come phenomenally far, father than I ever would have come I think, if I were in a similar situation. What you've gone through would put a lesser woman in a mental institution. But...I do think you need to talk to somebody darlin', who can give you some perspective and help you set some healthy boundaries. That way when something happens like you find out about them calling you, it's not just me who's telling you that maybe it's not a good idea to talk to them...you've got a trained therapist who can help advise you on how you should move forward. But I don't think you're crazy at all pet," murmured Leif lovingly, kissing her palm.

He wanted someone to tell his baby that she was the one who was normal! Not the other way around. And he wanted someone to help her learn that it was okay to demand that she be treated well, not just by her husband, but by anyone who wanted the privilege of being a part of her life.

"Okay. But Leify would you...well I know it's not your problem but would you..."

"Would I go with you and sit in a few times? Is that what you are asking? Darlin' I'd be honored. I told you before I went to therapy when I was a lad to get over stuttering and I wouldn't be half the man I am today without it. It can be very healthy and healing and I'd be honored to support you in your journey," he murmured dotingly cuddling her into his neck.

"I love you so much for always being there for me, always listening, no matter what, even on our honeymoon, no less. I didn't wanna make it shitty with the phone call from my parents I-"

"Who says that you made it shitty doll? People have their own issues that they bring into relationships that you need to deal with as a couple. Doesn't mean I love you any less. It truly isn't your fault that your folks are so shitty, and that they've done you so much damage, but you can make a better future for yourself starting right now, and I think therapy will be a great help with that," offered Leif.

"So do I. I love...I love how you are like a Teddy bear to me," she murmured softly.

"Ha, I'd rather be the big bad wolf, eating you alive in the sex swing," grunted Leif.

"I see no reason why you can't be both. Hell my panties are already around my ankles," groaned Lynne.

Leif slapped her ass and chuckled wickedly.

"Give them to me," he grunted, slipping them off her ankles, inhaling her feminine bouquet before sucking the gusset.

"God damn it, I love how fucking nasty you are, I can't wait for you to use me in the sex swing Leify!" she squealed

She ran ahead of him, fully naked, out into the living room and flopped her body hurriedly into the sex swing that he'd set up for her punishment. She ran to the swing and flopped into it so fast, he started to scold her as he never wanted it to give way and hurt her, but before he could get the chance to tell her to be careful his heart bubbled over with love.

She was unabashedly delighted in their sex life, and unreservedly trusting in him. There had been some trepidation the last time in the swing, but now she trusted him, fully submissive, unafraid, delivering herself to him on a sensual altar, knowing that her compliant submission would result in sexual and emotional ectasy.

"Hmm, now how should I punish my sweet, sexy, bratty little doll with pleasure for sassing me at the store? I need to think of some really good things to make you ache to come. I'll be right back beautiful," grunted Leif.

His cock ached in his jean shorts as he went into the bedroom looking through the sex toy goody bag and thinking of the possibilities. Some of the things that he had to tantalize her were surprises, things that he'd purchased for her prior to their honeymoon and the jaunt in the sex shop. Other things were things that she'd purchased yesterday which really delighted her, or that they hadn't tried yet.

He returned to the room to find Lynne full naked as he'd left her, and twirling compliantly in the sex swing, any horny groom's ultimate honeymoon fantasy. He'd stripped of his shirt earlier, and he made quick work of peeling off his jean shorts so that he was flanked only in his boxers.

"Restrain me, and help me finish learning my lesson," moaned Lynne.

The husk in her voice made him leak some precum on the crotch of his boxer's near his flyhole. This was not just a sensual healing for Lynne but an emotional healing. She needed pleasure and she needed to feel like his baby, his love, and his favorite plaything to settle down the storm of pain that was brewing in her heart.

He was thankful that he had the tools to satisfy her so much not only physically but emotionally, he was in awe of the tender gift that their marital bond and the tender sensuality was for each of them, and he vowed to make each journey an exercise in sensual ecstasy where he could pay due homage to the blessing they shared.