The lingerie underneath my clothes served as a constant reminder to both myself and my pussy of what would, or should come tonight. I was becoming weary, though. As James and I walked home hand in hand, he stayed silent. Every attempt I made at making conversation was shot down. His gaze was stone cold and empty, and at this point I was starting to wonder if I had genuinely pissed him off, and that this wasn’t going to be a playful night.
It had been a while since we made love, something we both noticed but didn’t talk about. James had picked up a later shift at work, and I an earlier one. I was gone by the time he woke up in the morning and when he got home, I’d be asleep. Both of us were constantly tired, overworked. Today was the first day in two weeks we had each other to ourselves, and nothing had happened. I suppose it didn’t help that we had been out and about the majority of the day.
All day long, I had been giving him slight teases. Running my hand over his cock where we wouldn’t be seen, slipping his hand into the back pocket of my jeans, whispering naughty things into his hear. Each advance I made would earn a sigh and empty-eyed head shake. A little after three in the afternoon, I gave up. On normal occasions, he’d do the same to me. At least I’d usually get a small laugh from him in return, a smile. But today, he seemed like an emotional rock. I was discouraged, and my optimism ran low. Maybe he just really wasn’t in any mood.
By now I had accepted defeat. As we neared our home, I played the scene out in my head. We’d walk through the front door, James would greet Cookie and let him out of his cage. After giving him some head scratches, he’d change into some shorts and fill up his water bottle, sitting down at his computer. I’d likely change as well, into a larger shirt and underwear. I’d sit on the couch cross-legged with my laptop and an ale, attempting to write something. Of course my distaste of the day would halt any positive inspiration, and after finishing my drink I would slam my laptop shut and head to bed.
What I didn’t expect, was how wrong I was.
As soon as I shut the front door behind me, James greeted cookie, letting him out. I watched him love on the bird, then headed towards the bedroom to peel the scratchy lingerie off of me. “Where do you think you’re going, Oakley?” His voice rang out, stopping me in my tracks. I tapped my fingers against the door frame of our bedroom before turning on my heel to face him, “You’re going to tease me all fucking day, then walk away as soon as we get home?”
I leaned against the wall and scrunched my eyebrows, “You’ve done nothing but silently shoot down everything and give me dirty, empty looks. So yes, I’m going to change into my comfy shit and lay down.”
James shifted his stance. He crossed his arms, his legs shoulder width apart. He gave me his serious look, which was confusing and intimidating. I couldn’t tell if we were going to get into an argument or if he was actually trying to intimidate me to turn me on. Of course my horny, fuck-deprived self would put the latter thought into my head. He walked towards me, looking down on me. When he did this, he made me feel small and vulnerable. Of course I loved it, but I didn’t know what was coming.
“If that’s the case, it’s a shame you wore that little blue number under your clothes all day. Seems like a waste, hmm?” James said softly in a condescending tone that made my stomach twist in knots, “But if you want to go to bed, I’m not going to stop you, love.”
“How did yo-”
James interrupted me by lightly pressing his body against mine, “When you dropped your phone, bent over to pick it up earlier. Your shirt lifted. I recognized the little pattern on the back, it’s the set I bought you for our second anniversary. You only wear it when you want to be fucked hard like the little slut you’ve been. All. Fucking. Day.”
I looked up into his eyes, feeling foolish for how ignorant I’ve been. He wasn’t angry at me, not in the slightest. Or maybe he was, was he planning to punish me? I was scared at the thought of all of that, but excited at the same time. James was quite good at intimidating me. Sure, it’s been two weeks since we’ve made love. But it’s been even longer since we’ve fucked.
“I um,” I said softly, “I’m sorry, James. Really. What can I do to make it up to you?”
James let his head fall back before laughing a manic laugh, then lightly took a strand of my hair, tucking it behind my ear. His eyes fell to my lips and I took that as an invitation to kiss him. His soft lips against mine comforted me as I held both sides of his face, his hands on mine. The comfort didn’t last long, though. It was only a few seconds before he roughly gripped both of my wrists and dragged me into the bedroom.
“Did you really think you’d get away with all of the things you did today, you fucking brat?” James scolded as he yanked my shirt over my head, gripping my breasts.
“No sir,” I admitted. James’ intimidation was beginning to make me nervous, so I giggled quietly. I knew he wouldn’t like it, but I couldn’t stop myself.
“What, do you think this is funny?” He asked as he undid the buttons of my jeans, pulling them off of my legs in one swift go. Once they were off it wasn’t long before his hands grabbed at my thighs and ass. He pinched them, groped them, and lightly spanked me as he waited for me to respond.
“No, it’s not sir. I just can’t help myself,” I covered my mouth to hide my nervous smile and clenched my thighs together. The growing wetness between them would surely get me in more trouble, especially if sir thought I was enjoying his anger.
“Maybe you’ll be able to help yourself once you get your punishment, cunt. Come here, come sit on daddy’s lap,” James gripped onto my hips and led me over to the bed. He sat on the edge, then sat me down on his lap. He studied my face as his hands ran softly up and down my thighs, “Now, how many hours were we out today?”
I knew James knew the right answer, and if I answered wrong my punishment would be worse, so I wracked my brain, “Nine. Nine hours, sir.”
“Then I guess it’s only right to spank you nine times, cub,” he stated then attempted to flip me over on my stomach.
I wanted to be fucked today, not punished. So I got up and out of his grasp, “No, I don’t want to be spanked tonight, please.”
