9-10-18
- Bondage -
A/N: Hansanna pairing. Hans with a riding crop is my weakness. Anna enjoys him using it on her.
Anna set her book down by the table beside her. She was sat in the library curled up on a chair with a good novel. She looked out into the large bay window. It was starting to get dark outside and it had begun to rain. The raindrops gently tapping on the window and the crackling of the fire at the fireplace were a comforting sound for Anna. She had been waiting for Hans to return from his errands for the day. She knew he would be back soon as he told her before he left that he would be back in time for supper. From the corner of her eye she spotted Sitron galloping in with Hans riding him. Anna jumped up from her chair and hurried up to their chambers so she could get her cloak and boots. She ran outside and across the castle grounds to the royal stables. She flung open the stable doors and saw Hans handing Sitron over to a stable boy.
"Hans!" She shrieked with excitement and ran up to him flinging her arms around his neck. "I missed you," She said peppering his face with kisses.
"Hey, Anna I've only been gone for the day," Hans said chuckling at the show of affection from his wife.
"I know, but it has been a long, boring day," Anna pouted. There was a sudden loud rumble of thunder which made her jump and cower into Hans chest. Hans stroked her hair as an attempt to comfort her. Anna was terrified of thunderstorms and there was no way she would go outside to return to the castle. Hans could hear Sitron neighing and whining in his stable.
"Come on lets go to see Sitron, I know he isn't fond of thunder either," Hans said. Sitron was frantically pacing up and down his stable with terror in his eyes. Hans approached Sitron and started to stroke his muzzle to calm him down.
Anna saw the riding crop hanging on the wall behind them and her cheeks flushed hot when she recalled a dream she had of Hans striking a crop on her bare backside. She would have imagined the sensation would be painful but she remembers that she actually enjoyed the way the leather stung her skin.
"Hey are you okay?" Hans asked Anna. He noticed that she looked flustered and her eyes were fix on the riding crop. Anna averted her gaze from the crop to the floor. Hans knew all about Anna's dream as she had told him the following morning. A grin tugged at his lips.
"Thinking about that dream you had of me smacking you on the bottom with a riding crop huh?" Hans said causing Anna's cheeks to flush hotter. She looked up and gave him a coy look which was all he needed to confirm it was exactly what she had been thinking about. Hans sauntered over to the crop and dismounted it from the wall where it was hanging from. He ran his hand along the length of the crop feeling the soft leather. Anna felt her belly flutter when she watched how Hans held the crop in his hand. "Come with me," Hans said taking Anna's hand. He knew that there was an empty stable and it was the perfect place to take Anna. Another rumble of thunder was heard and Anna clutched onto Han's arm tightly. Once in the vacant stable Anna looked at Hans.
"What are we doing here?" She asked Hans. He didn't answer her but instead he turned around and gave Anna a lascivious glare.
"I want you to go over to that stack of hay and lay down on it," Hans purred.
"What, we can't do anything here, what if someone sees or hears us?" Anna's face was now crimson.
"Do as I asked you!" Hans said being more direct and began striking the palm of his hand with the crop. Anna scampered over to the pile of hay and laid down on it. Her breathing hitched with anticipation.
"Good girl," Hans growled softly as he strolled up to Anna. He stood above her. Using the crop he ran the tip of it behind Anna's ear down to her neck and cleavage. The leather on the crop felt cold and made Anna gasp and shiver. Hans let out a low chuckle at Anna's reaction. He knelt down in between Anna's legs. "Lift your skirts up," Hans said. Without hesitation Anna did as her husband instructed her. She revealed her bloomers which were already wet from her arousal. Hans gave Anna a lustful grin as he ran the crop along her the damp area of her bloomers and struck her on her sex.
"Hans!" Anna cried out. She jerked her hips up on the impact. Although it initially stung the sensation was not totally unpleasant. A loud crack of thunder made Anna sit bolt up right on the pile of hay.
"Shhhhh, it's okay my love," Hans said coaxing Anna to lay back down by kissing her. Hans began to tuck his thumbs into the waistband of Anna's bloomers so he could yank them down. Anna raised her hips up to make the task easier. With her sex now exposed Hans took the crop and patted it along her pink folds and swollen clit. "Turn over," Hans rasped. Anna rolled onto her front with her skirts still around her waist. Strands of hay jabbed the bare skin on her belly causing her to raise up her exposed backside. "Oh such a beautiful sight," Hans croaked out as he patted the crop onto her plump cheeks and pressed it into the cleft of her buttocks.
"Oh that feels so good," Anna sighed out.
"I'm about to do something to you that might make you feel uncomfortable. If it gets to the point where it's unbearable think of a safe word to shout out do you understand?" Hans explained. Anna nodded. "What would you like your safe word to be?"
"S...sandwiches," Anna said. Her breathing was laboured now that she was highly aroused. Hans raised up his arm with the crop gripped tightly. His arm came down rapidly and struck Anna's backside hard. "Aaaaaaaahhhh!" Anna screamed out as Hans repeatedly spanked her bottom with the crop. Her pale, butt cheeks were now covered in raised, red welts from Hans striking her. Anna's fingers began to fumble in between her legs until they found her clit. She began stimulating herself mewling and withering about. Watching Anna pleasure herself and hearing her whimpers made Hans stop in his tracks. He was fully erect and he began to feel pressure building up in his lower abdomen.
"Oh God, not now...!" Hans said through gritted teeth as he felt a warm, sticky trickle in his britches. He had just ejaculated. Anna climaxed shorty after, moaning loudly for Hans.
"Are you okay?" Anna asked turning herself around to face her husband. She grimaced due to the discomfort coming from her backside. Hans cheeks were flushed red and his breathing was as ragged as Anna's.
"I think I got a bit too excited and managed to make a mess of my trousers," Hans replied giving Anna a bashful look. Anna giggled and grabbed his face pulling him in for a long wanting kiss. They laid together, asleep in each other's arms on the large pile of hay until the storm had subsided.