This morning, Fred woke me up to vanilla sex. Not that I'm complaining or anything, but I was kind of hoping after a week of moods and testy behavior that we might get up to some stern discipline play. Even so, I do like being ridden hard and fast by desperate morning wood, especially when he gets me ready for him with long slow foreplay that includes having me for breakfast.
I got up before dawn to go pee, and crawled back to bed to sleep until it got light out. I couldn't have been asleep long when that hard insistent 'woodie' poked my butt and wiggled up tight behind me.
"Wanna fool around Mrs. M?"
Gawd! That hot breath on my neck under my ear just sends shivers of goose flesh and tingling arousal right through me. And what am I supposed to say when one hand is tunneling under the front band of my panties and the other has laid claim to my left breast and is kneading and pulling on the nipple?
Naturally I arched my bottom back into him so his erection slipped along the cotton-covered cleft between my thighs.
"K" I giggled, rolled onto my back and wiggled around helping him pull off my panties.
We kissed exchanging tongues and stroking each other's chest and back for several minutes, and then I reached down and stroked his hard shaft with my hand, while he massaged my pubis and started to suckle my breasts. Man I can hardly stand that electric pulse that goes straight from my nipples to my pussy when he sucks hard and presses them against the roof of his mouth. And when he uses his tongue to roll them hard against his palette I swear I could cum just from that. He was really hungry this morning too, because I still have his teeth marks on the fleshy part of both breasts, and my nipples are a little raw and sensitive now. His fingers between my thighs were just as skillful. I became wet within seconds of starting to kiss him, so he had lots of lubricant to use to make stroking me sensual. My hand joined his down there a few times to pick up some of my juices to help make stroking him equally soft and silky.
I love the feel of the soft layer of velvety skin that covers his penis when he's erect. It slides nicely with my hand and makes it easy to give him a 'hand job' without lubricant.
When I started grinding urgently against his hand, Fred shifted his oral attentions from my breasts to my pussy. The position he chose made it impossible for me to reach any part of him but his head and shoulders, but that was OK since I was very distracted by what he was doing to me. He stroked me gently with his tongue. Up and around over the hood of my clit, down along furrow on either side of it, into my vagina, back up the other side and over the hood again. Each firm stroke, alternation direction, creating a deliciously electrified path of sensation, He stopped now and then to use his lips pull and suckle my swollen labia and clit, or push the flat of his tongue down across the sensitive bud and rub me with hard, quick, short strokes, only to stop just as I was keening and writhing and about to explode. He chuckled and teased me by flicking the tip of his tongue across the tip of me, and then started the whole ritual again. I reveled in the long gentle stroking, but was so far over the edge it felt like torture. I needed the rough suckling and hard tongue action. This time I couldn't hold back and let go moaning into grateful spasms almost as soon as he resumed the rough and purposeful scrubbing with the flat of his tongue.
As if the spasms of my first climax were what he was waiting for, he moved fast, spreading me wide and plunging his cock into me hard. It took three seething strokes to seat himself in me all the way even though I was slick and ready.
Gawd I love being pushed up from one climax into another. The tension that builds feels like my whole body is desperate to explode and when it does, I have to work to catch my breath. That's what happened this morning in spades. I think Fred has gouges on his back where my nails dug in.
As easily as he gets hard in the morning, Fred takes a while to cum. I can't remember a time when I didn't beat him, and I almost always make it at least twice, often more. This morning it was two for me, and then a nice long delicious sensuous fuck that I could have happily kept up all morning.
This was a nice way to start off the day.
Even so, like I said, I was kind of hoping for some stern discipline play, and that stayed on my mind all morning while Fred puttered with the lawn and pruning. I read a couple of good spanking stories on line, and that made me think even more about what I felt I'd missed this morning. I really have been rotten these past weeks, and I really did want to feel my butt on fire, especially because Fred has been so patient and understanding. I know he's been frustrated. It would feel better in my heart if I had a good cry and knew he'd been able to burn off some steam on my bare butt.
He's been in a very nurturing mood though, and I like feeling comfortable and safe leaning into that nurturing part of him; even more than I like him firm and unyielding most times. But today, I resolved that I needed a sound spanking more than I needed his soft, protective understanding.
I made lunch for us and thought about getting spanked the whole time. I chickened out of asking while we ate and for more than an hour after too. It is one thing to know I need a spanking, quite another to ask for it. Especially the kind of spanking I really wanted; the kind that hurt like blazes, makes me struggle and howl with pain, and leaves my butt burning and raw for hours.
I let Fred spend enough time to do all the bills and the budget in Quicken. Partly while I got up my nerve, but also because I know it puts him in just the right kind of mood to be able to spank really hard. Then I knocked on the door to the den with paddleball game paddle tucked up behind my back.
My timing wasn't quite perfect, because he wasn't quite done, but my interruption was OK with him.
"Hey there?"
"Hi." I know I sounded nervous, because I could feel myself trembling and my face flushed.
The concern on his face was immediate. I think he was afraid something was wrong for a second, and then I reached out the paddle to him and his expression changed immediately.
"Hard?" he knew right away why I was there and what I needed.
"Yes please."
