David sighed in relief as he pulled up in front of his house. These were the days that he wished he could quit his job and hide away in his house with his wife. Or kidnap her and whisk away to a little tropical island in the middle of nowhere. Shaking off daydreams of sand, surf and sex, he stepped out of the car and made his way into the house.
He found her curled up on the couch, reading a book. The fact that she was there, waiting for him, at the end of the day, centered his world on a day to day basis. Seeing her tonight, after the day he had just had, brought his more primal side to the surface. The knowledge that she'd understand, and accept him without question, spurred him into action and he stalked over to the couch.
Susan glanced up, but the welcoming smile died on her lips as she recognized the gleam in her husband's eye. Lust twisted her stomach into knots as he tossed the book aside and fisted a hand in her hair and pressed his lips to hers impatiently. With his free hand, David yanked on her shirt, popping buttons as he fought to tear the garment from her skin. When she shrugged out of what was left of it, David pulled her to her feet and unsnapped her jeans, shoving them to the ground at her feet. Pausing to appreciate her, in matching red bra and panties, David changed tactics and led her around to the back of the couch.
Susan followed his unspoken instruction and bent over the back of the couch. Her eyes widened when he came around in front of her and reached down into the cushions. There, he pulled free the restraints they kept buried in the cushions, for just such an occassion. When she was secure, David walked around to the back of the couch again. Studying her for a moment, he almost abandoned the idea of spanking her but he knew part of him needed it, the same way she sometimes needed him to spank her. So he pulled her panties down to her knees, where they would help to keep her from kicking too much and pulled his belt from the loops.
Folding the leather in half, he laid it against her bottom for a moment before raising it up and snapping it against her backside. Susan squealed and leaned forward a bit at the force of the blow, but the restraints kept her from moving from her position. Pleased with the red welt forming on her pale skin, David cracked the leather against her skin again and again. Susan wiggled and stamped her feet, pulling on the restraints, as he whipped her. Just as the burning in her bottom became unbearable, he stopped and leaned over the couch to release her from the cuffs. Before she could blink, David had pulled her to the ground and was pushing himself into her. Susan arched her back and wrapped her legs around him, meeting his thrusts eagerly. Wrapping her arms around him, she dragged her nails down his back and held on tightly as he drove them both over the edge. Soon, they both tumbled over the edge, each calling the other's name as they exploded together. Panting, David collapsed on top of her, nuzzling his face in the side of her neck.
When she finally got her breathing under control, Susan pressed a kiss to his shoulder and whispered "Welcome Home".
Saturday, August 12, 2006
Monday, August 07, 2006
Shower Fun
David opened the door to the hotel room and looked around for his wife. A moment later, he heard the sound of water running in the bathroom and a slow grin spread across his face. Quietly, he opened the door to the bathroom and began shedding his clothes. He slipped in silently behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist.
Susan jumped when she felt strong arms envelop her. Recognizing her husband's touch, she relaxed into his embrace. David's hands slowly slid up from her stomach to cup her breasts gently. Susan sighed as he began lathering her skin with the fragrant soap he was so fond of. Soon, her skin was flushed and her breathing labored as he worked her body into a frenzy. Grinning to himself, David gave her a soft push to knock her just off balance so that she was leaning forward, hands splayed against the shower tile. David took a small step back and admired his wife's body, her back slightly bowed and her buttocks presented as a perfect, round offering to his lustful demons. He ran his hands lovingly across her backside, gently kneading and massaging before giving them a sharp smack.
Susan was lost in the fog of her desire, the steaming water running over her body when his hand connected with her backside. Her head came up sharply and she gasped at the quick, sharp pain and then closed her eyes as it melted into a pleasant warmth. As David struck her again and again, alternating cheeks, she let herself sink into the desire that only he could bring her. Suddenly, the spanking stopped and the water was turned off. Confused by the change, Susan glanced over her shoulder at her husband, who had stepped out of the shower and was holding his hand out to her. She slipped her hand into his and allowed him to lead her to the bedroom. Naked and dripping wet, she stepped into his arms and sighed contentedly when his lips closed over hers. When the soft fabric of the towel brushed over her body she moaned softly and pressed her body into her husband's.
David took his time toweling off most of the moisture from their bodies. When they were mostly dry, he tossed the towel to the floor and led his wife to the bed. There, he placed two pillows in the middle of the bed and instructed her to lay across them, with her bottom positioned over them. Susan eagerly settled herself comfortably on the pillows, enjoying the vulnerability she felt. David rummaged around in one of the suitcases until he produced a small leather paddle, with fur on one side. Susan grinned: said paddle was one of her favorite toys. She loved the sting of leather against her skin and the fur could send her to heaven when it was rubbed across her burning bottom. David glanced up and saw his wife's smile and couldn't help but grin in return. The fact that she enjoyed being spanked as much as he enjoyed spanking her was a source of endless fascination and joy to him.
David knelt on the bed and rubbed the fur side of the paddle across her pinkened backside. Susan sighed and let herself float in the sensation. Just as she relaxed completely, the fur left her skin and a second later she felt the sharp sting of the leather paddle against her cheek. He paddled her slowly, switching from cheek to cheek, building the burn and reddening her bottom evenly. As the heat built both in her bottom and the place between her thighs, Susan moaned and ground her hips into the pillows, seeking release. As David watched his wife's reaction to the paddling, he could feel himself becoming more and more aroused, but he denied himself the pleasure of taking her in order to give them both the time to enjoy the spanking.
Susan fisted the bedsheets in her hands as she desperately ground herself into the bed, trying to relieve the ache between her thighs. Finally, she could bear it no longer.
"David, please," she sobbed, burying her face in the bedcovers and writhing with the passion he brought her.
Taking his cue, David knelt between her thighs and pressed himself into her curls. Slowly, he buried himself in her sheath, extending their pleasure to the point of pain. When he settled himself completely inside of her, he began rocking, in and out, taking her closer and closer to the edge. Skillfully, he drew her there and as she panted his name, he pushed her over the edge with a scream. She collapsed in front of him, limp with the power of her climax. Deftly, he flipped her over onto her back and lifting her knees to lock around his waist, drove himself into her furiously. Allowing his demons to take the reins, David rode them both to the edge of ecstasy and over, screaming her name hoarsely as he fell with her this time.
Spent, and exhausted, they clung to each other as their climaxes shuddered through their bodies, before they collapsed together onto the bed. After he caught his breath, David gathered his wife into his arms and held her there as they both drifted off to sleep.
Susan jumped when she felt strong arms envelop her. Recognizing her husband's touch, she relaxed into his embrace. David's hands slowly slid up from her stomach to cup her breasts gently. Susan sighed as he began lathering her skin with the fragrant soap he was so fond of. Soon, her skin was flushed and her breathing labored as he worked her body into a frenzy. Grinning to himself, David gave her a soft push to knock her just off balance so that she was leaning forward, hands splayed against the shower tile. David took a small step back and admired his wife's body, her back slightly bowed and her buttocks presented as a perfect, round offering to his lustful demons. He ran his hands lovingly across her backside, gently kneading and massaging before giving them a sharp smack.
Susan was lost in the fog of her desire, the steaming water running over her body when his hand connected with her backside. Her head came up sharply and she gasped at the quick, sharp pain and then closed her eyes as it melted into a pleasant warmth. As David struck her again and again, alternating cheeks, she let herself sink into the desire that only he could bring her. Suddenly, the spanking stopped and the water was turned off. Confused by the change, Susan glanced over her shoulder at her husband, who had stepped out of the shower and was holding his hand out to her. She slipped her hand into his and allowed him to lead her to the bedroom. Naked and dripping wet, she stepped into his arms and sighed contentedly when his lips closed over hers. When the soft fabric of the towel brushed over her body she moaned softly and pressed her body into her husband's.
David took his time toweling off most of the moisture from their bodies. When they were mostly dry, he tossed the towel to the floor and led his wife to the bed. There, he placed two pillows in the middle of the bed and instructed her to lay across them, with her bottom positioned over them. Susan eagerly settled herself comfortably on the pillows, enjoying the vulnerability she felt. David rummaged around in one of the suitcases until he produced a small leather paddle, with fur on one side. Susan grinned: said paddle was one of her favorite toys. She loved the sting of leather against her skin and the fur could send her to heaven when it was rubbed across her burning bottom. David glanced up and saw his wife's smile and couldn't help but grin in return. The fact that she enjoyed being spanked as much as he enjoyed spanking her was a source of endless fascination and joy to him.
David knelt on the bed and rubbed the fur side of the paddle across her pinkened backside. Susan sighed and let herself float in the sensation. Just as she relaxed completely, the fur left her skin and a second later she felt the sharp sting of the leather paddle against her cheek. He paddled her slowly, switching from cheek to cheek, building the burn and reddening her bottom evenly. As the heat built both in her bottom and the place between her thighs, Susan moaned and ground her hips into the pillows, seeking release. As David watched his wife's reaction to the paddling, he could feel himself becoming more and more aroused, but he denied himself the pleasure of taking her in order to give them both the time to enjoy the spanking.
Susan fisted the bedsheets in her hands as she desperately ground herself into the bed, trying to relieve the ache between her thighs. Finally, she could bear it no longer.
"David, please," she sobbed, burying her face in the bedcovers and writhing with the passion he brought her.
Taking his cue, David knelt between her thighs and pressed himself into her curls. Slowly, he buried himself in her sheath, extending their pleasure to the point of pain. When he settled himself completely inside of her, he began rocking, in and out, taking her closer and closer to the edge. Skillfully, he drew her there and as she panted his name, he pushed her over the edge with a scream. She collapsed in front of him, limp with the power of her climax. Deftly, he flipped her over onto her back and lifting her knees to lock around his waist, drove himself into her furiously. Allowing his demons to take the reins, David rode them both to the edge of ecstasy and over, screaming her name hoarsely as he fell with her this time.
Spent, and exhausted, they clung to each other as their climaxes shuddered through their bodies, before they collapsed together onto the bed. After he caught his breath, David gathered his wife into his arms and held her there as they both drifted off to sleep.
Wednesday, August 02, 2006
Learning To Count
Susan wished she could shake the mood she was in. She was spending Christmas with her new husband, David, and his family. Everyone had readily accepted her as part of the family, and she knew how lucky she was to have a man like David for her husband. But for some reason, she just couldn't shrug off the cloud that seemed to be following her around that day. Luckily, everyone seemed occupied enough with Christmas Day to not notice her mood. Everyone, that was, except for David.
David glanced over at his wife and sighed quietly. He had no idea what had causedher bad mood today, and nothing he did or said seemed to help. If they had been home, he would have had her bare-bottomed over his lap for a good long spanking. Unfailingly, this had proven successful in the past in improving her mood or at the very least helping her loosen up enough to talk to him about what was bothering her. He could hardly haul his wife over his lap in the middle of his parent's living room, so he supposed he would have to wait to figure out what was wrong with her.
Susan finally decided to go to the kitchen and get a cup of coffee, to see if that would help to clear her head and lift her mood at all. David watched her walk away silently and when he looked around, he caught his mother's concerned gaze. With a nod, he followed his wife into the kitchen.
She was standing at the counter pouring a cup of coffee when he walked in so he slipped up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. Pressing a kiss to her neck he nuzzled her gently for a few moments before asking gently "What's the matter babygirl?"
Susan shrugged. "Nothing," she replied, tersely.
David frowned for a second before tickling her stomach lightly. When she rolled her eyes and turned away, David crossed his arms and narrowed his eyes at her. "Susan, do we need to go have a talk in our room, young lady?"
Susan set her cup down sharply on the counter. "No, David, we do not need to have a 'talk'. I'm perfectly fine and would appreciate it if you left me the hell alone." By the end of the sentence, her voice had risen to a shout.
David cupped her chin in his hand and looked her directly in the eyes. "One," he said simply but his tone spoke volumes.
Susan's reply shocked them both. "Two, three, four...think you can take it from there genius?" As soon as the words left her mouth, she regretted them and David could see it in her eyes. Regardless, he refused to tolerate such blatant disrespect.
"I want you to go to our room and wait for me, in the corner. Now." The last word ended in something close to a growl and Susan fled to the bedroom they were sharing. David closed his eyes and counted to ten. He'd never punish her when he was angry, and he was dangerously close to doing exactly that. After he calmed down, he stuck his head in the living room. "Susan and I will join you all later, we have some things to discuss first." With that, he turned and made his way down the hall to their bedroom. He was pleased to find her facing a corner, her hands laced together behind her head. David took his time getting ready and after another ten minutes or so, called her over to the bed where he was sitting, hairbrush in hand. Susan's lower lip trembled as she stood in front of her husband.
"Take off your pants and panties, fold them up and lay them on the bed. You won't be needing them for awhile." At this declaration, Susan's eyes welled with tears.
"David, I am so sorry, it won't happen again, I promise," she pleaded tearfully.
"Susan, if I have to undress you myself, I promise you that I will paddle you every night for the rest of the week. Do it now, young lady!" Susan's eyes widened and her hands flew the button on her jeans and she made short work of baring herself and folding her clothes neatly and placing them on the bed, per his instructions. When she turned back to him, David pulled her across his lap. "Do you understand why you're getting this spanking?" he asked.
Susan nodded. "I've been cranky all morning, and I was rude and disrespectful to you. I'm sorry sir, I really am."
David chuckled humorlessly. "Baby, you don't know the meaning of sorry yet." With that threatening declaration, David brought his hand down against her bottom with a loud SMACK. He continued to spank, from one cheek to the other, from the top of her bottom to the spot where her butt met her thighs, concentrating on that sweet spot for awhile. When her bottom was a bright pink, David pick up the hairbrush. "Give me your hand," he instructed. Susan sobbed out a breath. He only held her hand when he knew she would be unable to keep it out of the way, and that meant the spanking was going to be severe. Bracing herself, she lifted her right arm behind her, where David secured it at the small of her back.
Making sure she was held firmly in place, David began paddling her backside with the hairbrush. Susan cried out as the heavy thud of the brush gave way to intense burn. "Unless you want to explain your crying to my family, I suggest you try to stay as silent as possible," David suggested before striking her again with the brush. Susan bit her lip as the brush set fire to her bottom. Time after time, the brush connected with her bottom. Just when she thought she couldn't take anymore, the spanking stopped. Susan let out a sigh of relief, but her relief was short lived as David repositioned her further over his lap and moved his assault from her bottom to her thighs. As David methodically paddled the backs of her thighs, Susan felt the guilt building in her chest until it finally released on a choking sob. After she finally went limp over his lap, sobbing uncontrollably, David stopped paddling her. He held her in position for awhile before letting go of her arm, her signal that she was free to get up. Susan slid off of his lap and knelt in front of him, her head resting on his knee as she wept. When her sobs quieted, David slid his hand under her chin and tilted her face up to look at him.
"I love you," he said simply and was rewarded with a watery smile.
"I love you too, sir. I am so sorry I was so disrespectful. I...I don't know what got into me."
"Shh, baby, it's ok. I forgive you, you know that. We can talk about it more later, if you need to. Right now, I want you to take a nap, ok?"
Susan nodded and rose to her feet. David stood as well and hugged her tightly. With a kiss to her forehead, he gave her bottom a light swat. "Get in bed, I'll just tell everyone you're sleeping." Susan nodded and slipped under the covers. David leaned down and kissed her gently. "Have a nice nap. I do love you." As she drifted off to sleep, David turned and left the room. When he arrived in the living room, everyone suddenly looked very busy. His parents were looking at him strangely, but he simply raised an eyebrow, as if daring them to ask him what happened.
"Susan's going to take a nap for awhile. She's not feeling very well this morning," he informed them calmly, before sitting down on the floor to play with his nephew. Baffled, his parents stared at him, then each other, before shaking their heads and returning to their previous activities.
David glanced over at his wife and sighed quietly. He had no idea what had causedher bad mood today, and nothing he did or said seemed to help. If they had been home, he would have had her bare-bottomed over his lap for a good long spanking. Unfailingly, this had proven successful in the past in improving her mood or at the very least helping her loosen up enough to talk to him about what was bothering her. He could hardly haul his wife over his lap in the middle of his parent's living room, so he supposed he would have to wait to figure out what was wrong with her.
Susan finally decided to go to the kitchen and get a cup of coffee, to see if that would help to clear her head and lift her mood at all. David watched her walk away silently and when he looked around, he caught his mother's concerned gaze. With a nod, he followed his wife into the kitchen.
She was standing at the counter pouring a cup of coffee when he walked in so he slipped up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. Pressing a kiss to her neck he nuzzled her gently for a few moments before asking gently "What's the matter babygirl?"
Susan shrugged. "Nothing," she replied, tersely.
David frowned for a second before tickling her stomach lightly. When she rolled her eyes and turned away, David crossed his arms and narrowed his eyes at her. "Susan, do we need to go have a talk in our room, young lady?"
Susan set her cup down sharply on the counter. "No, David, we do not need to have a 'talk'. I'm perfectly fine and would appreciate it if you left me the hell alone." By the end of the sentence, her voice had risen to a shout.
David cupped her chin in his hand and looked her directly in the eyes. "One," he said simply but his tone spoke volumes.
Susan's reply shocked them both. "Two, three, four...think you can take it from there genius?" As soon as the words left her mouth, she regretted them and David could see it in her eyes. Regardless, he refused to tolerate such blatant disrespect.
"I want you to go to our room and wait for me, in the corner. Now." The last word ended in something close to a growl and Susan fled to the bedroom they were sharing. David closed his eyes and counted to ten. He'd never punish her when he was angry, and he was dangerously close to doing exactly that. After he calmed down, he stuck his head in the living room. "Susan and I will join you all later, we have some things to discuss first." With that, he turned and made his way down the hall to their bedroom. He was pleased to find her facing a corner, her hands laced together behind her head. David took his time getting ready and after another ten minutes or so, called her over to the bed where he was sitting, hairbrush in hand. Susan's lower lip trembled as she stood in front of her husband.
"Take off your pants and panties, fold them up and lay them on the bed. You won't be needing them for awhile." At this declaration, Susan's eyes welled with tears.
"David, I am so sorry, it won't happen again, I promise," she pleaded tearfully.
"Susan, if I have to undress you myself, I promise you that I will paddle you every night for the rest of the week. Do it now, young lady!" Susan's eyes widened and her hands flew the button on her jeans and she made short work of baring herself and folding her clothes neatly and placing them on the bed, per his instructions. When she turned back to him, David pulled her across his lap. "Do you understand why you're getting this spanking?" he asked.
Susan nodded. "I've been cranky all morning, and I was rude and disrespectful to you. I'm sorry sir, I really am."
David chuckled humorlessly. "Baby, you don't know the meaning of sorry yet." With that threatening declaration, David brought his hand down against her bottom with a loud SMACK. He continued to spank, from one cheek to the other, from the top of her bottom to the spot where her butt met her thighs, concentrating on that sweet spot for awhile. When her bottom was a bright pink, David pick up the hairbrush. "Give me your hand," he instructed. Susan sobbed out a breath. He only held her hand when he knew she would be unable to keep it out of the way, and that meant the spanking was going to be severe. Bracing herself, she lifted her right arm behind her, where David secured it at the small of her back.
Making sure she was held firmly in place, David began paddling her backside with the hairbrush. Susan cried out as the heavy thud of the brush gave way to intense burn. "Unless you want to explain your crying to my family, I suggest you try to stay as silent as possible," David suggested before striking her again with the brush. Susan bit her lip as the brush set fire to her bottom. Time after time, the brush connected with her bottom. Just when she thought she couldn't take anymore, the spanking stopped. Susan let out a sigh of relief, but her relief was short lived as David repositioned her further over his lap and moved his assault from her bottom to her thighs. As David methodically paddled the backs of her thighs, Susan felt the guilt building in her chest until it finally released on a choking sob. After she finally went limp over his lap, sobbing uncontrollably, David stopped paddling her. He held her in position for awhile before letting go of her arm, her signal that she was free to get up. Susan slid off of his lap and knelt in front of him, her head resting on his knee as she wept. When her sobs quieted, David slid his hand under her chin and tilted her face up to look at him.
"I love you," he said simply and was rewarded with a watery smile.
"I love you too, sir. I am so sorry I was so disrespectful. I...I don't know what got into me."
"Shh, baby, it's ok. I forgive you, you know that. We can talk about it more later, if you need to. Right now, I want you to take a nap, ok?"
Susan nodded and rose to her feet. David stood as well and hugged her tightly. With a kiss to her forehead, he gave her bottom a light swat. "Get in bed, I'll just tell everyone you're sleeping." Susan nodded and slipped under the covers. David leaned down and kissed her gently. "Have a nice nap. I do love you." As she drifted off to sleep, David turned and left the room. When he arrived in the living room, everyone suddenly looked very busy. His parents were looking at him strangely, but he simply raised an eyebrow, as if daring them to ask him what happened.
"Susan's going to take a nap for awhile. She's not feeling very well this morning," he informed them calmly, before sitting down on the floor to play with his nephew. Baffled, his parents stared at him, then each other, before shaking their heads and returning to their previous activities.
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