I was reading a book when he came in from the garage. I didn’t pay much attention until he was standing directly in front of me. I looked up and smiled, until I saw the stern expression on his face and the flashlight in his hand. Damn. I’d done it again. I’d borrowed the flashlight to look for something under the seat of my car and hadn’t put it back. Of course he’d realized it was missing and gone looking for it.
“Strip. I told you this would happen if you didn’t respect my tools,” he said flatly, then turned to sit on the couch.
I swallowed, then stood to remove my clothes, placing them neatly on the chair behind me. I gave a last longing thought to how long it would be before I would be able to sit comfortably again, then moved to stand in front of him. He pointed at his lap, and I bit my lip as I lay across it.
He knew I was already wet. There was no way he couldn’t know. I struggled to stay still, his hand warm on my ass. I hated when he did this. Made me wait motionless while waiting for him to begin my punishment. Knowing my pussy was getting wetter with every second, that the urge to move, whimper, do something to draw his action was growing. But I didn’t dare. He would simply make me wait even longer, his hand warm on my ass, his legs warm under my belly, and the room smelling more and more like my desire.
So I stayed still, my nerves stretching to the breaking point. We both knew this was my real punishment, not the spanking I desperately wanted. When he thought I had suffered enough, his hand came down with a loud crack in the silent room. I jumped and yelped out “One!” He hadn’t told me to count, but then again he hadn’t told me not to either.
He gave a short laugh as his hand came down again. I relaxed a tiny bit. Big mistake. The cracks grew louder and closer together, and my squirming and yelping more intense. My ass was warm, soon to be on fire, and I could feel my juices leaking down my thighs. I was going to leave a wet spot on his jeans, maybe even the couch if this went on long enough.
The spanking stopped, his fingers probing between my clenched thighs. I opened my shaking legs, giving him access to my dripping pussy. He teased and prodded until I was gasping from pleasure, his fingers coated with me. Then the spanking began again. I had lost count at this point. I knew my skin had to be close to the bright red he loved so much. Maybe that meant he would stop soon. I hoped he would. I wasn’t sure how much more I could take.
Just as I was about to scream, he stopped. There were tears in my eyes as he gathered me into his arms, moving me so I sat in his lap. I winced and whimpered out loud as my tender skin met the coarse fabric of his jeans. He whispered soft words, holding me in one arm as his fingers moved back between my legs again.
He knew exactly how and where to touch to have me moaning in desire instead of pain quickly enough. The first orgasm took us both by surprise. I hid my face in his neck and rode out the pleasure. He stopped, his wet fingers moving to tweak my nipple as my shaking eased. “Go lay on the bed,” he whispered hoarsely in my ear.
I got shakily to my feet and proceeded him into the bedroom, his eyes on my red ass. I laid down and watched him strip off his clothes before joining me. The feel of his skin on mine, his cock hard at my hip, made my pussy tighten. He kissed me hard, fast, before working down my body, his lips and teeth marking me. He settled between my thighs, my legs over his shoulders, a wicked smile on his face before he lowered his mouth to my pussy.
I arched to meet him, my hands tight in his hair, my legs shaking. I loved when he ate me, using every trick he knew to make me cum again and again. It didn’t matter how sensitive I got, how loud my screams. He wanted every orgasm I could possibly give him, until the bed under me and his face and neck were coated with my juices. He didn’t stop until I was a begging incoherant mess, my body trying to move away from him at the same time my hands and legs pulled him closer.
Then he was over me, between my legs, his cock hard and hot at my cunt. One hand grabbed my throat. “Look at me. Look in my eyes while I fuck you,” he growled, sinking into my body in one stroke. An entirely new pleasure flooded me as he used my body for his satisfaction while holding my gaze hostage. He fucked me hard and fast, his lips drawn back from his teeth, the muscles in his neck corded. I locked my legs around his ass and used every ounce of strength I had left to draw him even deeper inside me.
He growled and dropped his head into my shoulder, his teeth sinking into my soft flesh as he thrust harder and faster. The sounds he made vibrated in my chest as he came, his hips snapping hard, his body pinning me to the bed. I never wanted it to end.
Slowly our breathing returned to normal. He rolled off me, pulling me into his arms as he went. One hand played in my hair as we drifted off to sleep.