Author's note: I hope this chapter goes some way to restoring the balance between 'talk' and 'action'! And don't forget, once this series is done I will be posting under the name Robert_Anthony.
Thanks for all the great feedback, keep it coming Literoticans!
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I woke up suddenly, it was 7:02. I looked to my right to find the bed empty, I panicked for a second until I realised it was Monday. I turned over and breathed my Mistress's scent from the empty pillow, my cock was instantly hard and aching.
"Shit!" I said to myself quietly. "I've got to tell her before she goes to work."
I threw back the covers and got to my feet just as my wife came back into the bedroom to say goodbye. She looked at me, then looked down at my rock hard cock and then looked back at me again.
"Well," she giggled. " Someone's pleased to see me!"
I looked down at my throbbing shaft, jutting out from my groin like a telegraph pole, a thin film of precum smeared over the tip.
"What a pity I'm already late for work..."
She kissed me quickly as she gave my cock a single, firm squeeze and then turned on her heels before I could even speak.
"I..., er, bye, love you," I called after her, looking down at my poor desperate cock and wondering how much more of this I could take.
I heard the front door close and her key in the lock, now I had a dilemma of epic proportions. Last night, long after she had gone to sleep I had touched my cock, and not only that, but I had taken myself right to the edge, several times, before finally forcing myself to stop. Not only that, but now she'd gone to work and I couldn't tell her, and I knew I was supposed to tell her as soon as possible.
I waited for half an hour to pass, until I knew she would be at work, ready to start the day. I rang her mobile and was surprised when she answered it on the first ring.
"Hello," she said warmly.
"Oh, er, hi..."
"Are you okay?" She asked, a little concerned.
"Oh, umm, yeah... er, er..."
"You don't sound okay, what's the matter?"
"Umm, well, er, nothing as such...umm, nothing, er serious....I, erm, well the thing is, erm, I wanted to talk to you before you left this morning, but you were in a rush and...."
"Yes?"
"...well," I cleared my throat. "I'm afraid I have to tell you something...umm, last night...after you'd gone to sleep, I was felling really horny and... I touched my cock Mistress, I'm really sorry."
"Oh dear, that is disappointing...." she said, sounding a little irritated.
"Yes Mistress, I know..."
"Did you make yourself cum," she whispered into the phone.
"No Mistress."
"Hmm, well that's something... I shall have to think about this, I shall speak to you later."
"Yes Mistress, I'm sorry Mistress."
The phone went dead before I even finished speaking and I replaced the handset before picking up my workbag and heading out to my car. Unusually I didn't listen to the radio or a CD on the way to work, all I could think about was how I'd let my Mistress down and how she was going to punish me. For I was in no doubt that there would be some kind of punishment, even if it wasn't another paddling...
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The day was long and difficult. All I could think about was how disappointed my Mistress was going to be with me and what I could do to make it up to her. I had briefly thought about buying her some flowers on the way home, but had quickly come to the conclusion that not only would they have made no difference, but it would have made me look pretty dumb into the bargain. So instead, I decided to go home and face the music like a man, whatever it may be.
I opened the front door and heard the shower running, usually I would have taken the opportunity to go and say hello, while checking out my wife's sexy body. But I figured that might only annoy her more, and so instead I slipped into the spare room, donned my workout clothes and left a note on her dressing table, telling her that I had gone to the garage to use the treadmill.
I came back into the house sometime later, the smell of dinner in the air. She kissed me and we talked over as we ate, just normal stuff, nothing about what I had told her earlier. Then, after we had washed the dishes together, she told me to go and have my shower, and not to take too long about it because she had a surprise for me.
I know. I should have realised that it probably wasn't going to be a good surprise, or if it was, I should have at least realised that it wasn't going to work out the way I had intended. But nevertheless I fairly bounded up the stairs and had one of my lightning quick shave and showers and when I opened the bathroom door I found her standing on the landing, naked except for a matching black lace bra and panty set and some sheer black stockings. I felt the blood rushing to my cock as it pressed against my clean boxer shorts, and the ache in my balls returned with a vengeance. God she looked beautiful!
She took a step forward and rubbed my cock through my boxers, I groaned predictably.
"Enjoy it," she said as she teased my cock through the thin cotton fabric. "Enjoy it while you can..."
I didn't like the sound of that too much, but I was already trembling as she massaged my throbbing meat against my body.
Suddenly she stopped and pulled away from me, she turned and walked towards the bedroom.
"Come on," she said curtly.
I followed like a dog at heel and once inside the bedroom she lay on her back on the bed and told me to strip naked and kneel between her feet. I did as instructed, my hands falling easily to my sides, my cock standing straight up, desperate for her touch.
"Now," she said. "I imagine you've spent all day wondering what your punishment might be... maybe another spanking, or maybe something else in a similar vein, or something else entirely...so, tell me, what do you think your punishment is going to be slave?"
"I'm not sure Mistress."
"Really slave, all day and you couldn't come up with anything?"
"Well yes Mistress, but I'm sure it's nothing to what you have planned for me."
She smirked, and I wondered just what she had got planned for me tonight.
"You're right there," she said. "I've been very bad."
That threw me a little, what was that supposed to mean. She'd been at work all day and she'd only been home an hour before me, how 'bad' could she have been?
I stared at her gorgeous body and wished I could just rip her panties aside and plunge my aching cock inside her tight, wet pussy. Or even just jerk myself off over her, even if I had to lick it up... that would be okay, just anything, anything but having to look at her and not being able to touch my poor throbbing cock!
I felt my jaw start to tremble a little as she shifted her legs and lifted her knees up. I would have done just about anything for her then, just to be allowed to kiss her inner thighs, her beautiful soft, sexy thighs... my cock was starting to hurt with need now, this was torture. Little did I realise that this was nothing, nothing at all.
Her voice snapped me out of my lustful daze.
