Paying for car repairs
Friday Evening, negotiations
I was dropped at the end of my drive by one of my contractors. We had both been in a different city for work and he had driven us both to the airport and back. Thank God it was Friday, I had planned to take all next week off from work, so had Louise. I walked along the drive to our old house in the country, an old stone farmhouse attached to the stables which was now a double garage. I walked through the garage to the back door and noticed that my car had been moved. My wife prefers my car to hers, but she drives carelessly and had previously pranged it. I saw that it had been dented again.
I walked into the house and saw that the table was already laid for dinner. Louise is beautiful and she had obviously made a special effort to look even better. I wondered how and when she would confess to the accident.
She cooked steaks for dinner and had opened a nice bottle of red wine. When she offered a second glass, I replied that I would drink it later. I was intrigued by her strategy. Did I say she was beautiful? Her beauty had allowed her to skate over most of her mistakes, including her last accident in my car. She was tall and athletic; her body lithe and toned because of the time she spent at the gym. Flat abs and perky breasts.
I asked how her days had been since I had been away. She made a non-committal reply until she saw that I was looking at her intently; she knew me well enough to realise that the game was up. She looked at me with puppy dog eyes and admitted that she had had a small accident in my car.
"What are we going to do about it this time?" I asked softly.
"Can't you just forgive me again? I made it worth your while last time, didn't I? It would be a fun start to the week."
Last time. She had been walking around the bedroom in her sexy lingerie. Long, long legs, slim waist, and a half bra that was not needed for support but did present her tanned breasts and perky nipples on a delectable platter. I love watching her and she knows it. I had been laying on the bed after a shower and she crawled up the bed and slowly lowered her mouth over my erection, bliss. Her exhibitionism had obviously ramped up her own libido and she crawled up and over my body before she sank unto me, slipping over my prick like a soft, wet, warm, tight mouth. I felt her muscles spasm and her grip on me tightened as she moaned and tried to keep control. Then she lost it and rode me like the crazy wild cowgirl she was mimicking. I came hard and my hips lifted he off the bed and she spasmed again until we both collapsed.
As I lay sated, she said, "I have a small confession to make. I borrowed your car and put a small scratch on it. I won't do it again, will you forgive me, please darling?"
Without giving me time to reply, she kissed me and then took me in her mouth and cleaned me off and fondled my balls until I was erect again. A marvellous blowjob followed and just before I came again, she again asked if she was forgiven, then she waited a second... then two seconds, all the time giving small kisses to the tip of my prick and tickling the opening with her tongue, looking me in the eye, waiting for me to agree to forgive her. Who would have refused? It was apparently only a small scratch on the car.
Last time, I reminded her, she had enjoyed it as much as me, she had promised not to do it again and the 'small scratch' had cost several hundred to repair.
"So, what are we going to do about it this time?" I repeated. "You know I love you, but you can't keep on making and breaking promises with no consequences. This time it must be different."
"I could pay for the repair," she offered.
I reminded her that her part-time job paid for her car, her gym membership, her lingerie, and her spa days. There was little remaining after she paid that.
"I could give those up until I paid it off, or I could get a second job," she countered with a small pout.
I considered her offer for a few moments and then explained that it would also be a punishment for me because I enjoyed spending time with her and seeing her happy. If she gave up her luxuries or spent time at a second job, she would be resentful and unhappy, and she wouldn't be at home where we could spend time together.
I guess that she was starting to realise that this time she could not just skate. "What do you want?" She pleaded. "I'm really sorry, I'll do anything."
Were you planning to repeat your previous bid for forgiveness I asked. "Are you wearing lingerie now? You know I like watching you undress... show me please."
She grabbed her top and bad-temperedly wrenched it off. I asked her to slow down and reminded her that I enjoyed watching my beautiful wife undress. She recalculated and obviously decided that being seductive was a better method of getting her way. She shimmered out of her skirt and stood in her bra, panties, and stockings. Incredible.
I crooked my finger to get her to walk toward me and then I bent forward and sucked on one nipple through her bra, then the other. I flicked them and she gasped, then I sucked again.
"Take everything off slowly," I said deadpan. She did a very sultry strip tease and stood there, naked, with one hand on her hip. "Get me that glass of wine now please." She sashayed away; what a view.
When she returned, I told her that it must be different this time. I reminded her that after last time, she had promised not to take my car again. "During the next hour I want you to take a bath and think about what you have done", I told her in a calm and steady voice. "Use my beard trimmer to take of the remainder of your pubic hear and then shave. Not a trace of hair must remain. Play with yourself but
do not
cum and you also must decide how many spanks you deserve."
I could see a rosy flush creep up her neck and chest as she considered what I was demanding. She started to protest but I looked at the clock and then said, "Be ready in one hour." Then I walked into the bedroom with my wine and took off my work jacket and tie, put on jeans but kept my white shirt. A few minutes later she walked through the bedroom into the shower room, still naked but avoiding my eye. I heard the buzz of the beard trimmer and then the bath taps running.
Seventy minutes later she emerged from the bathroom wearing a bathrobe and a worried expression. I was sitting on the foot of the bed and asked her why she was now wearing clothes.
She reluctantly took off the robe and said, "I really am sorry. Can we just forget about the car, and I will make you so happy."
I looked pointedly at her pudenda and was pleased to see that it appeared bare. I told her that she did make me happy, that I loved having sex with her, but she loved it too and that it was no punishment for her. "How many spanks do you think you deserve?" I asked.
She gulped and started quietly sobbing and said, "Whatever you think, I just want to get past this."
