Eve
I felt a kiss against my inner thigh before pleasure erupted inside me. I was halfway asleep as my pussy tingled beneath me. My eyes fluttered open and I pulled my head up only to see Scott with his head between my legs. His mouth was on my pussy and his fingers pushed inside me.
Oh my.
Scott pushed my legs further apart, making me feel so exposed to him. This heightened my arousal. He groaned against me. His beard tickled the sensitive skin of my pussy. I clutched the sheets beside me as he continued his pleasurable torture.
"Scott," I managed to moan.
What time was it? He did say he was working from home... but still.
Scott didn't reply. He nipped my clit and pushed his fingers into my g-spot. God, what did I do to deserve this? If I'd known how good it would be to let Scott be in charge I may have let it happen a long time ago.
"I need to come, Sir," I groaned. He was relentless, his mouth was like heaven against my hot sensitive skin. His fingers worked inside me knowing exactly which buttons to push to have me tipping over the edge in no time.
"Come," he growled against my skin. It was a short clipped command that sent me over the edge. I moaned and pushed my pussy against him. He didn't stop, he just held me down and lapped me up like I was his last meal on earth.
I let my head tip back and my body go limp as my orgasm subsided.
"Good morning, sweetheart," Scott's voice sounded melodic in my after glow. He sat up and hovered over me, his face just above mine. I smiled up at him and he dipped down kissing me, before letting his weight down. He laid on top of me as we made out like we were dating again for the first time.
Scott pulled back and looked down at me. "Are you ready for your first spanking?" he asked, teasing me.
"Can we have coffee first?"
"Yes, go make us coffee then meet me in the living room," he told me. I nodded and Scott rolled off me. I scurried out of bed and into the kitchen.
***
I stepped into the living room with two hot cups of joe. Scott was sitting on the couch in grey sweatpants and a tight white top. The way the t-shirt spread across his wide shoulders and chest had me biting my lips. His cock poked up through his sweats. I know some women found them tacky but I enjoyed the teasing effect they offered. He looked so sexy sitting there, knees spread, elbows resting on them as he watched TV.
"Here's your coffee, love," I said as I came into the room. He motioned with his head for me to set it down on the coffee table and I did. I sat on the couch beside him and sipped on my own cup. He had woken us up inordinately early and we still had an hour and a half until Scott needed to log on.
Scott picked up his coffee and began to drink. I was wearing a t-shirt and nothing else. I picked it up on my way out of the room. I knew I would be naked again soon enough so there was no point in me getting dressed and ready just for Scott to undo it all again.
My nerves were getting the best of me. I chewed on my lip as I stared at my husband. My coffee was halfway done but I'd already woken up properly.
"What kind of beating is it going to be?" I asked. Last night he hadn't specified so I knew that meant he could do whatever he wanted to me. I just didn't like being on my toes.
Scott turned to me, a languid smile playing at his lips. "I'm in a good mood today, sweetheart. I'm just going to spank you. But we'll see what tomorrow and the next day hold," he said.
"You know, you could just not spank me? We could forget this ever happened," I replied.
Scott set his coffee down on the table and then I followed. He shot me a hard look before grabbing me and halling me over his lap. I squirmed in his grip. He pulled my t-shirt off leaving me completely exposed to him.
"You want me to be a man of my word, don't you?" he asked, rubbing circles over my ass.
"Yes Sir," I sighed.
"So, that means when I say something, I have to follow through," he continued.
"Yes Sir."
"Good, now why are you receiving this spanking, sweetheart?" His voice was soothing even though he was about to beat me. I melted into his embrace.
"Because I earned it in exchange for an orgasm," I replied.
"Maybe in the future if you want to avoid this sort of thing you won't make deals with the devil," he teased.
"I was so desperate to come. It's not fair."
Scott pressed a kiss on the centre of my back making a shiver go down my spine. He smoothed his hand through my hair.
As soon as I completely relaxed against him he landed a hard smack on my ass. I yelped only to have it followed by the next. Scott's hit landed on the centre of my ass, then he moved to one cheek, then the other. He was aiming to make my whole ass a deep shade of pink from the feel of it. He spanked me, again, and again. His hands moved from one part of my ass to the next, never seeming to stop in one place for too long. His hits started at a medium firmness that hurt enough on its own, but as the spanking progressed his smacks grew harder, firmer.
He landed two harder smacks right between my lower ass and my upper thigh. I howled in pain. He hit me so quickly that I barely registered the first one before he delivered the second one. My eyes squeezed shut.
"Sir," I whimpered.
"Ten more, count."
An equally forceful smack landed on my left cheek. "One, Sir."
"Good girl," he mumbled.
Another one on my right cheek. "Two, Sir."
Right in the centre of my ass. My legs kicked on instinct as the pain flooded my body. "Three, Sir."
He continued and I counted, four on my upper thigh, five on my right cheek, six, seven, and eight, all on the bottom of my left cheek, eight hit me harder and faster, making me gasp.
"Eight...Sir," tears pricked my eyes. The pain was seeping into me. I couldn't hold back any longer.
"Good girl, two more, spread your legs," he said before pushing my thighs apart.
His large hand landed on my pussy with a brute force. I shrieked as the wet slapping sound hit my ears.
"Nine, Sir," I cried.
The last slap also landed on my pussy but this time I was bracing myself. I groaned as the feeling melted through me. The worst part was that even though this all hurt my cunt was dripping.
"Ten, Sir," I gasped.
"You do know how to be a good girl," he said, lifting me up so I was sitting on his lap. Scott leaned back on the couch and took me with him. He cuddled me against him, rubbing my back in soothing circles.
"How long do you have until work?" I asked.
"Almost an hour," he told me.
We sat for a bit, me zoning out, him watching some morning show. I leaned against his chest, I wanted to sleep again.
"Today I want you up and dressed, showered. I want you to do some self care. I'll be here to make sure you do. Then you can make us some lunch and I'll come out to eat with you as long as I am not in a meeting but I should be fine," he said.
I looked up at him. "Oh okay," I replied. Something about him giving me non-sexual demands shocked me.
"I also want you to think about what you want to do next, what will fulfil you in the same way your career did," he said.
"I thought you didn't want me to have a job?" I frowned at him.
Scott nodded. "I don't. I want you to do some soul searching. As much as I'd love for your entire existence to revolve around being my sex toy, it's not healthy. You need a hobby, an outlet," he continued.
"An outlet," I repeated.
"Yes. You need to be thinking about at least something that isn't sex." Scott continued mindlessly rubbing my thighs as I sat there. I agreed, I did need something.
"I never had time for hobbies before."
"I know. That's why now I think you should do something, it can be really simple," he said.
"Yes Sir," I responded, hugging him.
As we continued to sit I felt my mood regulate. Scott looked at me with dark hungry eyes. I bit my lip and he just pushed me down between his legs until I was kneeling. He pulled his hard cock out and pushed it into my willing mouth.
Scott was already so hard. I knew this wouldn't take long. He wrapped his fingers through my hair and then began to fuck my face.
I began sputtering, struggling against him. He was rough inside my mouth, hitting the back of my throat. I grabbed onto his thighs, my fingers digging into him as he continued to slam into my throat. I shut my eyes as he continued to fuck my face, tears streamed down my face.
He was swearing, grunting, pushing deeper into me. His cock grew harder in my mouth then I felt his cum spurt inside. He pulled his cock out and I swallowed, looking up at him.
"How're you feeling?" He asked, running his hand through my hair.
I nodded, laying my cheek against his leg. Scott pushed his cock into my mouth leaving it there. I knew what to do, stay and hold it inside my mouth until Scott was good and ready to get up for the day.
***
Once Scott pulled his cock out of my mouth and went about his day so did I. I ran through all the things I needed to do, I showered and did a skincare routine. Sometimes I would and sometimes I wouldn't. But, Scott did tell me to emphasise my self care. After that I got dressed. These days I barely wore outside clothes, I barely left the house, so to put on real clothes made me feel like a real person.
I rifled through my wardrobe and picked out a sundress. I thought it would be something Scott would enjoy seeing me in and it made me feel pretty. I stood in the mirror after picking it out, it was a white dress that hit just below my knee. It had spaghetti straps and a tight bustline that made the girls pop.
Now, all I needed to do was figure out what to spend my time doing. I wasn't even good at being a housewife, in fact I was bad at it. Scott was right, I needed a hobby.
Lunch rolled around and I made us some salad and sandwiches. I texted Scott to let him know before propping myself up at the kitchen counter. I laid our lunch out in front of us and waited for Scott to join me or text me back.
"You got dressed," he said from across the room. I turned in my seat to face him, a smile played at my lips. Scott's eyes raked up and down the length of my body. He came and sat down beside me, leaning across the seats he kissed me. I almost gasped into his mouth but managed to keep it together.
"You like my dress?" I asked when we pulled back.
Scott nodded. "I do. Thank you for lunch."
He picked up his sandwich and we began to eat.
