Ex Marine Hubby Ch 01

Ex-Marine likes wife mean!

Believe it or not, my six foot something Marine hubby is my boot licking butt boy.

My man is big, strong and as straight-laced as they come... Until I get him in the bedroom.

Me? I'm a tiny Vietnamese immigrant with mouse coloured hair. Don't let my size fool you, mind. I am the first Female Mayor of Louistown, and as tough as they come (not that the men around here know I exist.

The teeming Black Ghetto is my powerbase, with many of the Ghettizens being ex-clients from when I was an upcoming Advocate at the Non-Profit Legal Aid.

Men need strong women. And strong is exactly what I am.

I have been elected on a no-nonsense Law & Order plank unseating the incumbent White Mayor in an electoral upset...some Biker gangs had been terrorizing the Black ghetto & the Police chief was too much drowned in Bacchus to even notice. His underlings had barely suppressed Redneck sympathies for these Klu Klux Klaners on wheels.

It was my ass on the line: my Black constituency was angry with me after a Black teenage girl was abducted & raped.

I rang up the Police chief. "Listen McCarthy, I'm firing you for incompetence!"

"Ma'am, please lesh be reashonable. Pleesh.."

Good Lord, was he drunk at 9:30 in the morning? On a work day, no less?!

"Get your alcoholic ass down to my office immediately, you useless idiot!" I yelled into the phone.

I was shaking with red-hot anger: the girl's tear streaked face still haunted me after my quick visit to her hospital bed.

Within 20 minutes, chief McCarthy stood shivering in front of me as I tore strip after strip off his drunken hide.

"You're fired. Give me your badge." I concluded my angry tirade in sheer frustration that nothing had changed after my election.

Then something happened that changed my life forever. The six foot three ex-Marine, much older than I [he's 50, I'm 29] sank to his knees & buried his face in his hands & sobbed!

"Ma'am, I throw myself on your mercy! Please give me one chance to arrest these rapist Bikers: in 12 hours you will have the animals at your feet! I promise you..."

Then he did something dramatic: he leaned forward & clutched my stiletto clad feet, all the while kissing my stilettos fervently...

My sex-starved Pussy started buzzing most unprofessionally [I had been mostly celibate since my divorce three years back].

His uniformed, toned buttocks were looking deliciously erotic... A naughty thought insistently pushed itself into my consciousness: a naughty, penitent schoolboy, tearfully confessing his misdeeds to his stern Governess, whilst knowing full well his bottom will feel the full force of her angry feminine hairbrush very soon!

In a cold, emotionless voice, I answered "What about your continuous drinking while on duty, McCarthy?" I managed to keep my raging clitoral need out of my clipped precise words.

"Ma-am I will accept any punishment no matter how humiliating, but please show this worthless officer some compassion. I know I do not deserve mercy but please punish me & I will clean up my act!" He was bawling like a little kid at my feet & I decided to treat him as such.

"Will you accept a bare-bottomed spanking from me, McCarthy?"

I managed to keep my needy gash under control & coolly inquired in my most strict accent.

I still don't know how he & I were on the same page on this one but maybe there is something called telepathy.

In response to my query, the tall Adonis got up from his knees & docilely took off his pants, lowered his underwear, meekly handed me his belt & bent over my desk.

I had my wits about me still so I took the precaution to lock my door & informed my secretary Judy to hold all calls & "Strictly no visitors, until I instruct you otherwise!"

I have never done anything like this before but why did this feel so right: Pussy was gushing like the Niagara falls!

I drew my arm back & slashed his white butt cheeks with all my frustration at having failed in my electoral promise to my voters [maybe I was vicariously whipping my own Vietnamese ass for my abject failure to control the Law & Order in Louistown]

My disobedient butt boy cried out. "Thank you Ma'am!" Sobbing,"...please may I have another?"

His words only further ignited the fire in my Pussy, which was feeling inordinately happy...

CRA—AAK!

A loud cry, "...Please may I have another?..." CRACK! "OWW, Thank y-you M-maa'm! Please may I ...yave awother...?"

He was blubbering like a naughty school boy being whipped by the Head Mistress of an institution for Delinquent Boys.

Me? My senses were singing in delight. Somewhere at the back of my mind my cool, rational brain told me "This boy is experienced in being whipped; he has done this before and is enjoying his erotic humiliation too much! I must investigate the reason why!"