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| Thank you again to Glenmore for the image! |
On Sunday at around 5pm we headed over to my parents' house (not far) for family dinner. David said my dress needed to pass muster or he would not swat me. He was afraid of a short skirt that would flip up to reveal my panties. I chose a conservative knee length blue dress that I sometimes wear to work, but that hugs my bottom nicely. Similar to the image below.
Very naughtily, I had on nothing else! Bare legs, no bra, and no panties. He did not notice any of that 'till much later. What was I thinking being completely bare under there?
David looked suspiciously at my wiggly bottom, gave it a little slap, and declared it was sufficiently modest, but still sexy as hell. Win! He double-checked that I was still sure I wanted my butt swatted in front of my entire family while bent under his arm. I told him I very much did. I may be crazy, but I crave exciting new experiences. No need to spend a lot of money on "adventure getaways": one little smack at the right place and at the right time will do it – adrenaline rush!
We were the first to arrive and greeted Mom and Dad and made small-talk with them. Then my younger sister, Nancy, her husband, and their three teenaged boys arrived in their typical boyish hurricane. I gave each of the boys a hug and a kiss. And finally Sue waltzes in by herself. We all sat in the living room. Dad served a sparkling pink prosecco and Mom some hors d'oeuvres. Sue and Nancy went to help Mom in the kitchen. I kept a conversation with the boys going, asking about their schoolwork, hobbies, sports and such. The three men were seated together talking about something. Pretty traditional family dinner.
Mom called us all to dinner. The dining room table seats ten just fine, but requiring two on each end. Dinner proceeded as usual. I find the boys tend to get overly silly and boisterous in their conversation among themselves, as if the adults care for most of their loud chatter. I like the boys, but no surprise about their lack of manners at the dinner table as their mother and father have never disciplined them appropriately in my opinion.
In between the courses it's the women who get up to clear and bring out the next course, and the men who sit there drinking (men!). My Mom and I did, however, press the boys into domestic servitude.
After dinner Mom is always the one to say "well, let's go sit more comfortably, shall we?" It's sort of a cliche with her once the meal and desert has run its course. We do some final clearing and all gather back in the living room (heart: POUND POUND POUND). Mom is seated on a big chair and David is standing, leaning against the fireplace mantel having a nice discussion with her. I sidled up to David and started fondling his butt (!).
He gets distracted from his conversation with my Mom and asks me, "what are you doing?" in an annoyed tone of voice.
"What? You have a nice butt. Very swattable," I say.
"Don't..." he warns.
"Don't tell me what to do," I say, acting mini dommie. I get what I can only imagine is a mischievous grin on my face, haul back my hand and SWAT! Hard as I can. Then quickly run away!
Everybody is watching, but hard to notice much more as the world has turned a bit tunnel vision for me.
David whirls around and says, "Julie! What the hell?"
"What? I warned you your butt was swattable!" Such a brat.
He says, "do we need to have a discussion about swatting butts in public?" Oh my! There it is. he said it, that word, discussion.
"I don't think so," I said, sounding less than confident.
"I think we do," he says confidently. "Come over here, you" he says, crooking his finger at me. Crap my heart is beating hard!
"no way!" I say with a giggle as I move further away from him and start backing out of the living room.
"Boys!" said David. "Will you please bring your Aunt Julie to me."
The boys are sitting on the two couches that are on the way out of the living room in the direction I was backing away. I whirl around on them, point my finger threateningly and say, "Don't. You. Dare!" This freezes them in their seats. Ha!
However, it appears as though I have been outsmarted. David took the opportunity when I was distracted to take a couple of quick steps across the room and grab me by the upper arm. "No need, boys, I have her," says David unnecessarily.
David slowly but surely pulls me back towards the fireplace. I try to resist a bit, but I just topple over towards him and need to take a couple of steps to regain my balance. As I topple into him the second time he sort of gets behind me and hugs me, then turns around in place and reaches his left arm up and then back down across my back, wrapping his arm all around me, bending me over as I face the fireplace, my big butt facing the room.
His hand is wrapped around me so that he's palm up on my tummy. My low tummy (!) and lifting me a bit. He also somehow has his foot raised and his one knee stuck in there so that I am bent a bit across it. Despite my high heels, I feel that I am on my tiptoes, dangling a bit there. How humiliating. Especially knowing what's coming next.
He holds me there interminably as I "struggle" and kick my feet. He asks me what I can only imagine was a rhetorical question: "what do you think is the proper punishment for a girl who swats her husband's backside in front of the whole family?"
He's waiting, holding me there, expecting an answer.
"A firm talking to?" I suggest.
"I don't think so," says David as he starts rubbing my ass!!! I can't see most of the room as I am dangling there a bit facing the fireplace. I can see my Dad out of the corner of my eye.
I strain my neck to look over at him and say, "Daddy! Help!" I hadn't intended to do that, it just sort of came out. Psychologically speaking, it may be a cry for Daddy to help David spank me, which turns out to be a bit prescient as you shall see. I certainly did not want or expect to be rescued, but as soon as I said it I realize that I might be. Drat!
David picks up on this cry to Daddy and asks, "Sir, may I? Just one good smack?" Oh no. I'm still dangling there, butt out in front of the whole family!
I answer for him: "No smacks! No smacks!" I say, but in a jokey tone also, not a desperate one.
"Don't hold back on my account," says Daddy (traitor!!!), "give her more than one."
What!!!!!! She needs ONE! David and I had agreed on one smack, one smack only!
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He wouldn't do more! He couldn't!
I felt David's hand lift off my behind and then SMACK. One smack. Directly in the center of my low bottom cheeks. The sexy place.
But wait! Then right after SMACK again! And then SMACK, SMACK, SMACK! Alternating left cheek, right cheek, left cheek, right cheek. I feel myself struggling and kicking.
He pauses. Then hauls me up a bit higher, showing off my spanked butt just that much more prominently in the room. "No! no!" I say, but still with a laugh in my voice. I mean, what else can I do?
And then SMACK! Low center, right across both my cheeks sending a huge jolt into my pussy and bottom hole! Oh dear!
SIX SMACKS!!!! AND THEY WERE FUCKING HARD!!! Remember, I don't have anything on under that dress. No slip, no panties, no pantyhose, no nuthin'! I think you will agree with me. That constitutes a SPANKING! My husband actually spanked me in front of my entire family!
He lifts me back on my feet and sort of plunks me in front of him. He's looking at me with a smirk on his face. I was aware of everyone else's presence, but can't tell you what their expressions were. Remembering my promise in an answer to a comment on the blog, and also finding that it comes very naturally at this point, I reach both hands behind me and rub my burning cheeks. I also pout and say "ouch..." in a small voice.
Suddenly... "Oh get a fucking room!" says my younger sister as she storms out of the living room. Nice of her to stay for the show though. Bitch. What's with her?
Sue gives a single loud laugh at our younger sister's antics: "Ha!"
As this happened I turned my head to look around the room. Everybody is smiling big silly grins on their faces, except my Mom who is shaking her head gently at us and and with the faintest of smiles says softly "what nonsense" to us.
"Looks like you learnt your lesson," says my Daddy to me with a laugh in his voice. I spin around to look mock daggers at him, the real cause of my public spanking, but he also just has a big silly grin on his face. He enjoyed seeing me spanked. You know me and my Daddy issues. That is hawt.
"Are you going to behave yourself now?" asks David of me.
"no" I say, like a child, feeling disagreeable.
"Fine. We'll just have to continue our discussion back home then," he says, adding extra emphasis to the word 'discussion'. Oh fuck blush!
"Bare butt!" adds Sue. OH NO!!!
I grab my rear cheeks again, stomp my foot a little, and say "oh!" like an outraged child would.
"Oh you two," says my Mom to David and I, shaking her head again.
"Come on then," says David, "let's get you home. Grab your coat."
What? How can he take me home immediately after all that having been said!!!! Everyone will know exactly what I am going home to!
I feel myself blushing as I walk towards the coat closet adjacent to and open to the living room. I take my coat out and David helps me on with it and then grabs his own. "Getting me home" has a new and very blushy meaning for me!
"Don't go too hard on her, now," says my creepy brother-in-law. A sexual innuendo if I've ever heard one that I thought quite out of place. I am scandalized.
My nephews are glued to their seats, saying N O T H I N G. They don't know whether to be shocked, laugh, be embarrassed, or smile.
With my coat on I go up to my nephews and again give them each a hug and a kiss. I tell them, "Ignore your Uncle David and me, we're just messing around." The looks on their faces!
I hug Sue. "naughty, naughty" she says to me. She then whispers in my ear, "enjoy your spanking." Oh blush again!
I kiss my Mom and thank her for dinner. Again she says "oh, you two!" but I think she likes that we are so frisky with one another.
I then go to Daddy and throw my arms around him and hug him tight. "Thank you, Daddy," I say. "See you next time."
"You want to borrow a pillow for your ride home?" he asks with a smile.
"That won't be necessary," I say, mock frostily.
"Besides, I'm not quite done with her yet," adds in David. He's enjoying this entirely too much!
"So long as you take good care of her," says my Dad. Hmmm... that could mean a few different things.
"You know I will, Sir, always," says my David.
I say a cordial and curt 'bye' to my brother-in-law from a distance. He returns it with a wink. Creep. I pass by my younger sister on the way out. "Bye," I say with a wave to her. She rolls her eyes, exhales sharply, and shakes her head at me. Geeze.
I stow my heels, we get our boots on, and then beat our retreat and into the car.
Wow... Just... Wow...
So that was it, at least as far as my fevered recollections inform. Let me try, best as I can, to sum that experience up.
Just let me say up front that I think it went off really well. David agrees. Nobody was freaked out and everybody seemed to have a good time with it. Except my younger sister, of course, but I enjoy yanking her chain and she needs it yanked, so that doesn't count. It seemed to seem very natural to everybody that a bratty mischievous wife should get a spanking from her husband in play. And while I feel appropriately shamed and embarrassed, I do not feel at all humiliated. I can stand proud that my man and I have a bit of fun with one another and to hell with what anybody else thinks.
There was much more audience participation than I would have thought, what with my Dad, Mom, Sue, and even my brother-in-law speaking up. The boys no, They acted as I would have predicted. My younger sister acted exactly as David and I had predicted. Mom shook her head – check. Daddy surprised me – it's as if he's pleased and amused to see me spanked! Sue clearly knew we were play acting. She did not seem to mind at all. She seemed happy that I would be spanked properly back home. Bare butt (blush!). She just had to go and put that image in everybody's mind!
What did I think about getting a spanking instead of the agreed upon one swat? I was so embarrassed while it was going on! It seemed to take both forever and no time at all. It seemed like forever just before and during my spanking; but seemed like no time at all afterwards. David read the situation exactly right, and did exactly what I would have wanted him to. I mean, given the way my Dad answered, he could do no less!
I know some of you guys are thinking my husband should have gone further. Maybe lifted up the hem of my dress (not so easy with that dress, but possible). Wouldn't he have been in for a surprise, what me with no panties and all!
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| Cartoon by Kami Tora - captions changed by me! |
I probably should have let him know in advance that I was bare under there, in case he was contemplating it. Or put on full cut panties! But he was very adamant when we discussed it as being over the clothes so it didn't enter my mind. Or maybe it did, and the remote possibility of me being like the girl above, even extremely briefly because David would have been so embarrassed, well it excited me. But I admit, that would have been entirely inappropriate! Even had I had panties, it would not have been appropriate. Heck, many would argue that six smacks on a wife's behind in that position from her husband was not at all appropriate, and I would not put up too much of an argument there. But it was a compromise, and as much as the situation could bear (too much?).
David even later scolded me for not wearing panties. He said that he was contemplating raising my dress and swatting me over my panties as a surprise for me because I had literally asked for that. What would have happened had he done so? Would he have kept me exposed like that, scolding me for not wearing panties as he did later on, and then insist on those same six smacks, but on the bare, pussy and bottom hole prominently displayed as an object lesson in front of the whole family to supposedly grown up wives who "forget" to put on their panties? The thought kind of haunts me in a super sexy and tummy churning way. That will have to stay a fantasy, but it was a close call!
I was truly terrified when David called on the boys to help him. I could imagine them grabbing me and man-handling me over to David. Would they have copped a feel in the process of wrestling me over? Not comfortable with that!!!! But David did not intend them to, it was just a distraction. He knew he could reach me before the seated boys did.
The position David had me in was more bent over and lifted up than we had practiced. So hence more embarrassing for me. His hand pushing into me, lifting me, at my abdomen, just above my pussy, certainly excited me. He pushes on that same spot during oral sex and he knows it drives me wild. He did it on purpose. And then there was the question of my butt facing the room like that. I know my butt can look big, and especially so as my dress accentuates that, so I must have been a sight. The embarrassment of that kind of burns. "Ha Ha Aunty Julie has a BIG BUTT!"
And he just held me there for so long. I struggled a bit to put on a show, not to try to get away, of course. But just dangling there while he and my Daddy discussed my spanking!
And now let's talk more about my Daddy. Daddy seemed to enjoy it terrifically. Daddy is, or at least was, a spanker. I've been spanked by him mildly as a little girl, but he gave it up with the times and as we grew up. But you just know he's not averse to tanning a naughty girl's behind, and this just proves it. I wonder if Mom got a spanking that night???? (Yuck! I mean, Yay! I mean, who wants to think of their Mom and Dad, like, doing it?).
I confess that I pulled Daddy into it by asking for help. But we both knew I was being a naughty girl and victimizing my husband outrageously, and deserved a swat on my rear in retaliation. But that cry for help really setup the need for David to ask my Daddy's permission to swat me. If Daddy had said no, that would have been it. Or he could have told us to "get a room" like my sister did (only nicer). Or he could have just agreed to the one public swat as being a just and proper measure of justice. But NO. He explicitly suggested that one swat would not even cut it, and that only a public spanking would! So as a direct result of my Daddy's intervention, I wound up being held up there interminably, kicking and wriggling like an eel, as David laid on SIX very hard swats flush to my thinly covered backside! He gave me a spanking. An actual spanking. That actually hurt. I still cannot fathom that I got spanked by my husband in front of practically my whole family (Thank God my brother wasn't there – he would have enjoyed it, I'm sure – what red-blooded male would not have?).
Which brings us back to my husband. even based on what Daddy said, it was in his power to let me off completely with the scare, swat me judiciously once, or maybe swat me twice to appease my Dad. But no. He chose to spank me. Publicly spank me without my having given prior consent to this act. The cad. That fucking turned me on, and I felt the squishy wetness between my nether lips as I stood there in front of him afterwards rubbing my buns. Good call. Dangerous! But good.
Afterwards, when he could have just let it ride, Daddy made a joke about a pillow for me on the way home. That was smart. A joke like that sort of breaks the tension and was his way of letting us know that all is cool. David needlessly reminded him that there was more to come for me back home. Daddy responded with what I can only imagine was a multiple entendre. He said "So long as you take good care of her." One meaning is him encouraging David to spank me good and hard as a way of putting me in my place. Another was to spank me good and hard as it was clearly what I wanted. Yet another is that David should take good care of me sexually afterwards. The stronger and primary meaning was that he should be sure to care for me and not cross the line to being abusive with me, which is just soooooooo sweet!!!! I love having both my husband and my Daddy being so protective of me. But I truly believe the first meanings were intended as well.
It makes me both embarrassed and excited knowing that my Daddy now knows that I am a spanked wife. How can he not now imagine me naked across my husband's knee, getting my fanny whacked crimson before submitting in other more intimate ways? It's like trying to not imagine a giant pink elephant in the room! And would that imagining turn him on at all? And in his most secret imaginings will he imagine me across his own knee, naked and wriggling as he spanks me, pussy exposed (I can barely write that without my heart exploding), and then having his unholy way with me? Do Daddies even think of their grown daughters like that? If so, I would not expect most fathers to answer that question truthfully (nor should they!). Are there any anonymous Dad's out there who can tell me? No "stepdaughter" crap either. No cop outs. Post a comment as Anonymous. Tell us your deepest darkest secrets about your grown up pretty daughters (note the emphasis there!). You know I won't judge, and I won't even publish any judgy back-comments. Hell, I can admit to having exactly those fantasies about my Dad.
On a similar and somewhat uncomfortable vein, but it must be addressed, let's now turn to the delicate subject of my nephews. What did they witness and what did they make of it? Hard to know. They were grinning a bit. But they were also pretty embarrassed by the whole thing. Poor dears. I tried to reassure them that it was all in fun, but do they imagine that is something an abused wife might say to hide her embarrassment? No, they know me. They know I don't put up with shit. I can only imagine that they thought that if I was being spanked by my husband, it was only because I allowed it. At least I hope that was there impression. I do feel a bit guilty though, participating in projecting a patriarchal wife beating attitude in their formative male years. I think that next time we see them I will have to clear up a few things lest they be confused. Won't that be an embarrassing BDSM Birds 'n Bees talk: "Sometimes, boys, Aunties and Uncles like to spank one another's butts, for sexy fun time..." I do think it's my duty now, though. Sigh. Will have to think more about that approach. I need them not to be concerned that their favourite Aunt is a victim of domestic abuse (at least unwanted domestic abuse, 'cause I would get very consensually abused plenty more before the night was over!)
Ok, enough obsessive analysis of my evening. As a parting thought, though, I will tell you that it was an utterly unforgettable event, and reached a fever pitch of intensity that I have never, ever, experienced before. Just Wow. And I do not regret it in the least, and am even quite proud that I am married to a man, like my David, who knows what a woman sometimes needs and gives it to her regardless of whom is there to see it!
On to the car ride home...
So this I had worked out in advance. The seeds were planted several weeks ago, before any of this even came up. David and I were watching an episode of Mad Men (season 5 episode 2). It's a great show - I had seen it already a while ago, but David had not seen it at all so I was re-watching it with him. Megan, Don's second, much younger wife, threw him a surprise birthday party and Don did not appreciate it. Afterwards she was pissed off with him and let him know it. She also felt he was drifting away from her, so she took matters into her own hands:
Don: What are you doing?
Don: Like that?
Megan: Don't you look at me!
Don: I'm talking to you.
Megan: I'm cleaning up!
Don: Really?
Don: Then put some clothes on.
Megan: I said stop it! You don't deserve it.
Don: Come on!
Don: Get Up
Megan: No. I don't want people thinking you're getting this.
Don: You want it so badly.
Don forcibly grabs Megan by the hair, bends her back, kisses her hard, and they wind up having sex on the carpet.
So sexy! Of course, around here she would have gotten herself a spanking first, then the sex. But I was thinking about this scene when thinking about how to transition from family dinner to my spanking and sex at home. I wanted to be mean like Megan and force him to do it!
So we get into the car and close the doors. David is expecting that we will talk about the experience, or maybe keep the "butt slapping" roleplay going. Instead...
"What the HELL was that???" I asked him with a raised voice. I was super deadpan serious angry seeming.
"What?" he says, offended, reacting to my tone of voice. "It's what you wanted!" He practically yells at me. Sucker. Hook line and sinker.
"I WANTED one smack to my ass," I yell, "not to be hauled up off my feet and spanked in front of them! What the hell were you thinking???"
"I was going with the flow, you always tell me to. I thought you were liking it. You were acting that way anyways!"
"I was playing along with it, idiot, because it would have been even more fucking embarrassing not to!"
Oh yes, I laid it on THICK! I wanted him to be feeling all the emotions necessary to want to seriously spank his wife and command her complete sexual respect.
There was a chance he would think I was being serious. But he's smart. Much more likely he would suspect I was deliberately bratting, but, and key point, as I was not breaking character, he could not be 100% certain. He would need to take a chance. I wasn't going to give him an inch.
He tried to talk more but I just shut him down with insults and told him to shut up.
We walked into the house under a cloud.
"Do you want your spanking or not?" he asked me angrily. Ha! Weak.
"Don't you dare touch me," I said, "You think I want anything at all to do with you after your performance tonight? You need to have your fucking head examined."
"You have a safeword," he said. "Use it!"
Checkmate. He got me. There's no way around the sanctity of the safeword. I took an aggressive tack: "Fuck your stupid safeword! If you touch me I'll call the cops and charge you with assault!"
That was all he needed to hear. I would never call the cops on him. And he knew I must have loved my spanking-based shaming. Combine that with my refusal to use my safeword. He put two and two together.
Regardless, the insults and disrespect had gotten to him, game or no game, and he came after me. He grabbed me by the back of my neck and pushed me front first into the nearest wall with my face pinned sideways against it. He held me there as he unzipped my dress and started yanking it down.
"Don't you DARE TOUCH ME!" I screamed.
"You're going to get the beating of your life," he told me. Hmmmm! Music to my ears.
The dress came off and as it does he notices I have nothing on underneath.
"What the fuck, julie!" he said. "I might have pulled your dress up during your spanking like you asked me to! What were you thinking?"
"FUCK YOU, ASSHOLE!!" so ladylike.
He then literally picked me up and threw me across his shoulder. Oh giddy me. I pounded (pretty hard!) on his back with my fists and kicked my legs. He slapped my ass and I screamed at him angrily and swore (good thing our house is fully detached!)
He carried me over to the living room, and with one hand pulled out the spanking chair. He lifted me off himself, sat, and without my feet even touching the ground I was across his knee. Impressive!
"LET ME UP! YOU FUCKING LOSER!" there I go again.
Then his palm connected with my ass. So fucking hard! I had gotten him worked up for real. The hand spanking that followed was not gentle. He smacked the living bejesus out of my bottom cheeks!!! Without a doubt the hardest, fastest, most intense spanking I had ever experienced, anywhere, implements included. I initially started out by swearing at him, but decided I needed this spanking to stop, like now! So I changed my tune fast, and started begging him instead, and promising to be good, and saying I was sorry! What can I say? Effective behaviour modification for a wife having a temper tantrum!
But he just keeps going and going and I am getting and acting more and more frantic. Finally, after an eternity of having my bottom lit on fire he stops and lifts me up off his lap and onto my feet. I am crying and sniffling. He is still stern. He pushes me over to the corner and tells me to stand there, hands on my head, for the next thirty minutes to contemplate my behaviour. The scene is still playing out, but wildly out of control!
And I knew I wasn't done. My butt was so sore, but it needed to get sorer still. I really didn't want to, but I had no choice in the matter. Remember, I was carrying out Tim's punishment, and I was far from done. I needed to continue my bratting. I illustrated what I said next using Tim's now famous cartoon:
He hauled me out of the corner and right back down across his knee. My bare tits jiggled as they fell on the far side of his knee. He started right in again with my spanking! It was every bit as hard, and every bit as long as the previous spanking!!!! By the end I was just incoherently begging for my spanking to end! I did, though, have the presence of mind to ask for the next phase of my punishment: "Please Sir! Please! I'll do anything. ANYTHING! PLEASE!"
He stops spanking. "Anything?" He asks.
"Yes Sir," I answer. "Anything. Anything you want. I'll be good!"
"Alright then," he says, "let's see what kind of a lesson you've learned in respecting and obeying your husband." He gets me up off his lap and down onto my knees in front of him as he stands there. "Unzip my pants. Remove them," he says.
I do as my lord and master commands, and undress him from the waist down, removing his shoes and socks in the process. He is very hard.
"Put it in your mouth. Suck it. Hands behind your back. In it goes. Nice and deep."
Oh gosh! I put my hands behind my back, I open my mouth into a big round "O" and take his hard member deep into me. I go until I feel like it is choking me, pull out and then go back in again. The saliva is building in my mouth and I start using it to suck and slurp on his cock. He grabs me behind my head, holds me still, and then starts fucking my mouth! I have to just hold still with my mouth continuing to hold a fixed wide "O" as he moves himself in and out, harder, faster, and deeper.
"Do you like my cock in your mouth?" He asks as he momentarily pulls out.
"YES SIR! I love your cock in my mouth, Sir!"
"Good," he says, as he settles back in for another round of skull fucking me!
He finally stops and pulls out of me. I stay in position, out of breath, saliva dripping from my mouth, my jaw sore from holding my mouth rigidly open in the "O" shape for my mouth fucking.
He goes to his discarded pants pocket and pulls out two condom packs and hands them to me. "Put these both on me. I don't want to blow my load in your cunt while I'm pounding you."
His words excite me. Oh God my ass is so sore! I open each condom package in turn and slide them onto him one at a time. He lifts me by my hair (! Mad Men !) and roughly bends me over the spanking chair. I am sideways to it with my elbows down on the seat and my legs straight. He kicks my legs apart to spread them. He does something behind me (taking his shirt off). He walks back to me in between my legs. He spreads me a bit wider. He puts the tip of his cock at the entrance to my pussy. I am wet for him already. He pushes into me and I moan. He grabs my hips and starts pounding my cunt, good and hard! Like any good pussy pounding, it feels amazing and it hurts and it's exhausting all at the same time! His cock is hitting me nicely in there. Too soon it is over and he pulls out.
He removes his condoms and throws them on the carpet (my carpet! bad time to say anything...). "Let's see how obedient you are." He says. He makes me kneel beside the chair. He gets in there where I was and bends over. "Grab my ass cheeks, pull them apart, and lick my asshole," he says.
Oh nuts. I've never done this before. My rational mind says I've had him do this to me countless times. Well, just bite the bullet. I part his cheeks exposing his asshole. I put my face in there, stick out my tongue, and start licking his anus. Oh Gross! How can I describe it? It's like, pungent? Astringent maybe? But as I keep licking the more unpleasant taste goes away. How demeaning!
"Side to side," he says, "then up and down, and around and around." He has deliberately taken a page from my book. That is how I usually command him when I make him do it. I know what is coming. "Now spread me wide, stick it in. Nice and deep. Now wiggle it around in there. In and out. Come on, show some enthousiasm or it's back across my knee." I redouble my efforts and let my tongue go wild back there. In for a penny in for a pound! I push my tongue deep up his butt. I feel the muscles of my tongue straining to push it in as deep as I possibly can. This wife is NOT interested in another spanking right now!
He stands up and turns to face me. "What a good little ass licker you are," he says to me. His cock is rock hard, seemingly agreeing with his words.
"Run upstairs. Don't walk, run. Bring down the lube. Go!"
Oh Shit. I knew it was coming. My ass fucking! I run upstairs. How demeaning to have to run fetch your very own lubrication for your very own ass fucking? I also grab a towel from the bathroom. Mu carpet!
I come down and give him both.
"Are you FUCKING nagging me about the carpet, woman?" He asks me.
Oh Shit! Am I going to get another spanking???
"No Sir! No Sir! I thought you would want it Sir!"
He tells me to lay it out on the carpet and to kneel on it. He tells me to lube his cock. I do a thorough job. He then tells me to lube my own asshole. You know how embarrassing it is to have to lube your own asshole for a fucking? A night of humiliations for me. Thanks TIM!
He makes me get down on my knees and elbows and raise my ass up. He fingers my asshole, shoving his digit up in there. He pulls it out and spanks my sore ass a few times. Then he shoves his finger back into me and gives me a finger fucking. He pulls out and smacks me some more. Ouch. Then it's two of his fingers into me, and I get finger fucked in the ass like that.
Once he has deemed me sufficiently loose for him, he kneels behind me on one knee and brings the tip of his rock hard penis to the entrance of my back passage. "Reach behind and spread your cheeks," he tells me. Oh Groan. My head is on the ground as I reach behind myself and spread wide for him. "Beg me for your ass fucking," he tells me. Humiliating.
"Please Sir, please fuck my naughty ass and shoot your hot creamy sperm into me." See? I know how to ask nicely for things.
He starts pushing into me. Fuck it's big! He gets the tip in and I am grimacing in pain. "Owwww! Ouchy!" I say. He pauses there. "Relax," he says. I try to. It helps if you pretend to go to the bathroom. I do that and it relaxes a bit. "How are you doing?" he asks. "Good Sir," I say. "That's good, 'cause your Daddy told me to take good care of you and I intend to." Oh My Gosh! Don't talk about my Daddy when your cock is halfway into my ass!!!! Actually, on seconds thoughts, do! My mind flashes to it being my Daddy behind me with his cock in my ass. Oh yes, please! I vocalize, "please, please fuck your little girl in her ass..."
David plays along (he knows all about my secret hidden Daddy fantasies), "you've been a very naughty little girl, julie, disrespecting your husband in public. This is what naughty little girls deserve," and with that he pushes his cock deeper into me. "Arghhh!" It's so big. It's splitting me. "Breathe!" he tells me. I do, I breathe and I push back on him and make to go like I'm in the bathroom and it slides in deeper. Oh fuck! "Breathe!" he orders me again. I start breathing faster through my mouth. It's getting easier to take. He pushed into me some more and gives a satisfied sound as he drives it in to the hilt. His cock is buried Balls Deep into my asshole! I wiggle around on it, trying to get as comfortable as I can with the massive intrusion.
He holds me by the hips and slides out a bit and then back in. He is keeping it Balls Deep. Now he starts with a rhythm. Each time he pulls out a bit farther and then pushes back in to the hilt. "Oh Oh Oh Oh" I am saying as he thrusts. It IS painful, no doubt, but not unbearable. I think about my blog, and about my men on the blog who I play with, and am imagining it is each of them in my husband's place, fucking Strict Julie's ass Balls Deep.
I can feel David's intensity rise as he violently slams his cock into my ass and cums into me as deeply as he possibly can. FUCK!
He pulls out. "Stay there," he says. He goes off to the kitchen and I hear the water on. He comes back out with a washcloth and cleans off his no doubt shitty (blush!) wife (I did prepare!). He lies down next to me and gathers me into his arms.
"Red!" I say, exhausted.
He laughs at me. "Finally!" he says. "You were messing with me before, right?"
"Of course I was, silly. You know what I needed."
We turn towards each other and kiss deeply. His tongue in my mouth excites me. Reminds me of other places it can go...
"Lick me?" I ask him. I am feeling very horny!
"yes," he says.
I push him onto his back and I mount his face, facing down his body. His tongue immediately starts lapping at my pussy. Oh that's so nice! He sucks on my lips, nips me, shoves his tongue all around and into my vag, and circles up to my clit. I am ready! It does not take long. Talk about a Speedy Gonzalez! I rise to a peak and cum very, very quickly by my own standards.
He moves his licking away from my clit and nibbles on my labia as I recover. This girl's not done yet! When I start grinding into him some more he knows to intensify, and starts licking all around my vaginal opening and then makes it back to my clit. Maybe a couple of minutes max later I cum a second time.
I lift off slightly and he backs off. I hold myself just so far away that only the longest flicks of his tongue can reach me. Then I fall back down onto him, crushing his face and grinding into him as he intensifies his licking. Another minute or two and I cum again, riding these waves after waves of pleasure. Three is usually my limit, but not today! I keep at it. Before we are done, I have two more under my belt. Today it is is record-setting five in a row. Just a fucking constant wave of pleasure!
I move to get up, but he holds me there. "Wait, he says." No. Not six! But he parts my ass cheeks and he starts licking at my bumhole. I can suddenly feel that I am wet back there. His sperm must be dribbling out of me. Oh dear! He licks and laps at his own sperm, and cleans me out with his tongue. Oh my! I lick my fingers and drop them to my clit. I touch in an exploratory sort of way. His tongue in my asshole, sucking his own hot wet cum out of it, my fingers flicking my clit and rubbing. Oh yes! Six is in sight! He licks and tongue fucks furiously at my asshole as I flick my clit leading to, yes, a personal best and Olympic record SIX in a row!
Hmmm... just realized, SIX public smacks, SIX orgasms, hmmmm, coincidence?
So fucking hot. BEST night of my life!
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