I'm sitting in our bedroom, curled up reading a book when you get home. You come up stairs, and when you open the door I look up, and you hold my gaze. I love when you get in, so sexy still in your business suit.
There is no reason, no need for us to speak, as we have been texting all day. Designing the course of the evening. Getting excited. Knowing what to expect. Doesn't matter that we have been married 18 years, we still cant get enough of each other.
I know what you expect from me, and I drop the book, and slowly strip off the t shirt and shorts I was wearing. You smile and sit on the stool from the dressing table, waiting. I walk to you, and you spread your hands to open your lap to me. I stand naked in front of you, shivering as your eyes graze over my skin. My breath shallow. Strange but your clothes add to your power over me. Being naked in front of you accentuates my vulnerability.
No matter how many times I have done this, there is still that awkward moment where I wonder how to get from where I am to where you want me. I lean over you and have to put my hand on the seat of the stool, and kind of drop forward to lay myself across your lap. I make it, without falling face first. I know you wont help, you like to watch as I struggle. The struggle inside my mind turns you on too. You sit, and do nothing but rest one hand in the small of my back. I wiggle my ass a bit, hoping for you to touch me, feeling the material of your pants under my bare stomach. I can feel your breath on the skin of my back, giving me goose bumps.
"Are you wet, kara?"
"Yes sir," I murmur.
"Let me check."
I part my legs slightly and feel one finger delve inside me. "Mmmmm, you are aren't you? Why kara? Why are you wet when I haven't even touched you?"
"Because Im your slut Sir, its for you." I blush.
"Yes, you are my slut. My dirty little girl. What do you want me to do?"
Oh how I hate when you say that. You know what I want, and its what you want too. I want to feel your hand connecting with my ass. Hard. I want you to spank me, to make my ass hot and red under your hand. You want to hear the words, my final submission before we both get what we need. The humiliation of admission making this hotter for us both. You because you need to feel me give up control, and me because that sweet burning embarrassment makes me drip with anticipation. My stomach does long slow cartwheels.
It takes a few seconds for me to formulate the words. My face burns with shame but you cant see because my long hair hides me from you. You know though. You enjoy my short struggle, and I can feel your cock hardening against my body.
Eventually, I mutter the words, "Spank me Sir, please."
"Sorry, kara, couldn't hear that!"
I know you did, but that's not the point. I just have to repeat it. Louder. Humiliate myself further.
You wind your fingers in my hair and pull my head up. Not too hard, just so my face isn't hidden.
I take a deep breath. "Sir, please, would you spank me?"
"Of course kara, you only have to ask." I know you are smiling now.
"Hands stay on the floor," you order.
I feel your hand now start to lightly stroke my ass, from my back down to my knees, your fingers gently trail. I sigh. Then from no where your hand lands SMACK on my ass. I gasp, another smack falls. Not so hard at first, just shock making me gasp, but getting harder as you rain blows all the way from the top of my ass down my legs to my knees. Harder and harder, tears stinging my eyes now. Light stingy slaps and deep heavy thuds. The heavy thuds, on that sweet spot between ass and thigh make me squeal, and drip, the most. Every now and again, you pause and stroke me lightly and tenderly, and this makes me moan loudly. Especially when your fingers trail between my legs and slip on the wetness gathered there. When you fingers reach my clit, I buck and squirm in your lap, and know you are enjoying this as much as me when I feel how hard you are. Your fingers tease, and pinch my clit, and when you remove them my body tries to follow you of its own accord. You slide a wet finger into my ass, in and out, exquisitely slowly, until I groan and grind my clit against your leg.
SMACK, SMACK, SMACK again, your hand spanking hard and fast now, until I am really crying, both from the pain and from frustration. Tears run off my cheeks. Your hand which was holding my head up, moves to my back and wraps around me to hold me down and stop me wriggling off your lap. Oh God, I need you so much now. I am wondering how this will end. Will you fuck me? Will you fuck my mouth? Or my ass?
