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X-Men: (All Movies) › Het - Male/Female › Logan/Marie
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
23
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14,144
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44
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1
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own any of the X-Men movies, or any of the characters from them. I make no money from from the writing of this story.
Chapter Eleven
ALRIGHT THEN, here ya go..... Ashnan, hope you like it and thanks for the feedbacks! I hope to hear from you if you do! Thanks!
Several minutes later Logan led a freshly bathed and dried Marie back into the bedroom and told her to close her eyes and stand in the center of the room.
Marie shivered as she listened from her position as he rummaged through something. She could hear footsteps as he approached her and the clink of metal.
She gasped as she felt something metal brush against her breast as Logan slid a blindfold over her eyes. “Now you won’t be tempted to peek.”
She started as she felt something stiff against her neck. It felt like leather that Logan was wrapping around her neck and fastening. He made a few adjustments and she felt a chain of metal hanging down her back to just above her waist. He drew her hands behind her back and with a snick fastened handcuffs around her wrists.
“Logan, I don’t…” She began to protest, not at all certain that she wanted to be handcuffed and blind folded.
“Hush, Marie. You did a naughty thing and you’re going to be punished for it.” He assured her in a quiet tone.
“What did I do?” She asked in a panicked voice, a touch of fear surging through her at the thought of being deserving of actual punishment.
She felt his breath against her ear as he leaned in close and spoke quietly, intimately, for her and her alone to hear. “You let that popsicle touch you. You are mine, no other man is allowed to touch you, ever. You will be punished for it and you will remember that it is never to happen again. Is that understood?”
“Y- y- yes.” She whispered, feeling a surge of moisture between her legs as she squeezed her thighs tightly together. “Please don’t hurt me, Logan.”
“I will do as I please with you, little girl. You are to call me either sir or master until I tell you otherwise, do you understand me?”
“Y-y-y-yes.” She whimpered with a touch of actual fear.
“Yes what?” He demanded with a tense edge to his voice as he delivered a stinging swat to her backside.
“Yes, sir.” She gasped, feeling her nipples harden as a burning need grew inside of her and her skin tingled deliciously.
“I want you to kneel on the bed, with your ass in the air and your face on the bed. “ He instructed her as he led her to the edge of the bed and guided her down onto the coverlet.
Marie drew her knees up under her and felt the cool air from the air conditioning vent in the ceiling drifting over her bare ass. She was completely exposed as Logan nudged her knees apart, and pressed down between her shoulders, driving her chest onto the bed and tilting her hips so that her pussy lips opened to the cool air in the room and to his inspection.
She heard him rummaging again for a moment and then felt his hand stroking her ass. “Do you understand that you are never to allow another man to lay his hands on you, Marie?”
“Yes, sir.” She answered quickly.
A stinging blow thwacked on the tender flesh of her ass, “Owwww!” She groaned.
“Do you understand that if you ever allow another man to lay his hands on you that you will be spanked?” He asked as he soothed his palm over the reddened flesh that had just received a blow.
“Y-y-yes…” She muttered, gasping at the burning pain on her ass.
Another thwack rang in the air as what she could only guess was a paddle landed on her ass again. “Yes, what?”
“Yes, sir.” she groaned, unable to concentrate on anything but the wretchedly wonderful pain that singed the skin of her ass.
“Good. Now, Marie. How many times did you let that fucking popsicle touch you?” He growled.
“I don’t know, sir.” She mumbled into the coverlet. “It was a long time ago, sir.”
Thwack! Logan landed another burning blow to her ass. “How many?”
“Maybe 5 times, sir.” She gasped, her breathing becoming labored. She was pretty sure that her juices were probably flowing freely down her thighs.
Logan tapped the paddle steadily against her ass and lowered it until it met with the lips of her pussy. He rubbed it there for just a couple of seconds before drawing back and landing a lightly stinging blow to the lips of her pussy.
“Oh!” She gasped as shudders of the most exquisite pain surged up her back, dancing around her shoulders, and shot back down to gather in her crotch.
He drew back again and landed another blow, then another, repeating it five times, steadily.
“OOOOoohhhhhhh!! Unnghhhhhhhh!” Marie groaned as orgasm shot through her, stealing her breath and leaving her trembling.
Several minutes later Logan led a freshly bathed and dried Marie back into the bedroom and told her to close her eyes and stand in the center of the room.
Marie shivered as she listened from her position as he rummaged through something. She could hear footsteps as he approached her and the clink of metal.
She gasped as she felt something metal brush against her breast as Logan slid a blindfold over her eyes. “Now you won’t be tempted to peek.”
She started as she felt something stiff against her neck. It felt like leather that Logan was wrapping around her neck and fastening. He made a few adjustments and she felt a chain of metal hanging down her back to just above her waist. He drew her hands behind her back and with a snick fastened handcuffs around her wrists.
“Logan, I don’t…” She began to protest, not at all certain that she wanted to be handcuffed and blind folded.
“Hush, Marie. You did a naughty thing and you’re going to be punished for it.” He assured her in a quiet tone.
“What did I do?” She asked in a panicked voice, a touch of fear surging through her at the thought of being deserving of actual punishment.
She felt his breath against her ear as he leaned in close and spoke quietly, intimately, for her and her alone to hear. “You let that popsicle touch you. You are mine, no other man is allowed to touch you, ever. You will be punished for it and you will remember that it is never to happen again. Is that understood?”
“Y- y- yes.” She whispered, feeling a surge of moisture between her legs as she squeezed her thighs tightly together. “Please don’t hurt me, Logan.”
“I will do as I please with you, little girl. You are to call me either sir or master until I tell you otherwise, do you understand me?”
“Y-y-y-yes.” She whimpered with a touch of actual fear.
“Yes what?” He demanded with a tense edge to his voice as he delivered a stinging swat to her backside.
“Yes, sir.” She gasped, feeling her nipples harden as a burning need grew inside of her and her skin tingled deliciously.
“I want you to kneel on the bed, with your ass in the air and your face on the bed. “ He instructed her as he led her to the edge of the bed and guided her down onto the coverlet.
Marie drew her knees up under her and felt the cool air from the air conditioning vent in the ceiling drifting over her bare ass. She was completely exposed as Logan nudged her knees apart, and pressed down between her shoulders, driving her chest onto the bed and tilting her hips so that her pussy lips opened to the cool air in the room and to his inspection.
She heard him rummaging again for a moment and then felt his hand stroking her ass. “Do you understand that you are never to allow another man to lay his hands on you, Marie?”
“Yes, sir.” She answered quickly.
A stinging blow thwacked on the tender flesh of her ass, “Owwww!” She groaned.
“Do you understand that if you ever allow another man to lay his hands on you that you will be spanked?” He asked as he soothed his palm over the reddened flesh that had just received a blow.
“Y-y-yes…” She muttered, gasping at the burning pain on her ass.
Another thwack rang in the air as what she could only guess was a paddle landed on her ass again. “Yes, what?”
“Yes, sir.” she groaned, unable to concentrate on anything but the wretchedly wonderful pain that singed the skin of her ass.
“Good. Now, Marie. How many times did you let that fucking popsicle touch you?” He growled.
“I don’t know, sir.” She mumbled into the coverlet. “It was a long time ago, sir.”
Thwack! Logan landed another burning blow to her ass. “How many?”
“Maybe 5 times, sir.” She gasped, her breathing becoming labored. She was pretty sure that her juices were probably flowing freely down her thighs.
Logan tapped the paddle steadily against her ass and lowered it until it met with the lips of her pussy. He rubbed it there for just a couple of seconds before drawing back and landing a lightly stinging blow to the lips of her pussy.
“Oh!” She gasped as shudders of the most exquisite pain surged up her back, dancing around her shoulders, and shot back down to gather in her crotch.
He drew back again and landed another blow, then another, repeating it five times, steadily.
“OOOOoohhhhhhh!! Unnghhhhhhhh!” Marie groaned as orgasm shot through her, stealing her breath and leaving her trembling.