His Night
He laughed to himself as he walked across the little parking lot to the entrance of the farmers market. They had awesome spices, meats, and cheeses. There was a great supply of baking needs and utensils as well as farm and camp supplies. He wondered if this fit into farm or camp supplies. He wasn't even sure what it really was, but he'd seen it here at one of the weekend visits that him and Cecil had made.
He knew exactly where they were. There were even different lengths. He went straight back to the row where they were. They were on the top shelf, kind of hidden. He laughed. He felt like he was going into an adult store picking up porn.
There they were. He picked out one of the longest. It was probably 30 inches. It looked like oak. Nice wood. They were about ¾ inch thick and 2 inches wide with the perfect handle formed at the end.
Thirty inches was too long! It was like a baseball bat. He picked up the one that was about 24 inches. He held it in one hand and gave it a little half swing. "Oh." That one felt nice. Maybe they were for a butter churn? Or maybe to stir one of the big cast-iron pots that hung over the fire? Or a witch's cauldron? Too creepy. But it would make the perfect paddle to spank Cecilia's sweet ass rosy red!
I felt a little perverted checking out of the store. A few of the older people looked at me with judgmental stares as I walked through the store. I should've walked proud smacking it against my hand or thigh, but I didn't. I tucked it under my shoulder, hiding it, going across the parking lot. I recalled buying my first Playboy when I was younger and the girl at the checkout wouldn't give me a bag. I hid it under my shirt.
I got safely to my car and headed home, admiring my purchase, and picturing the waves of soft white flesh rippling from it, as it smacked on Cecil's derrière. Now I had to figure out when we could use it.
When I got home, I wrapped it in one of my sweatshirts and tucked it on the bottom of one of my dresser drawers. I'd surprise her, or her tender ass, some night soon. She had never felt the wrath of a proper spanking paddle before. Just beginner belts and homemade switches and canes. We were breaking into the modern era of pain, pleasure, and discipline. We had just purchased a flogger but hadn't used it yet. We had bought it online. I wondered if they had them tucked away in some special corner of the farmers market?
I spent the next few days watching Cecil for something that I could, of course jokingly, give her hell about. Unfortunately, her being a near perfect wife, I couldn't catch one. Finally, on Friday, when she came home from getting groceries, she mentioned that she forgot to get the fresh peaches that I had asked her to pick up.
"Well, what's your excuse for that?" I asked sharply.
Her mouth hung open and off for a few moments until a shimmer of a grin showed in my face. Then she realized it was an excuse for discipline. And Cecil loves her discipline. Or her punishment, whichever you choose to call it.
"I'm sorry, sir." She whined, almost pushing it to fake tears. "I forgot to put it on my list..." She stuttered. "And then I forgot my list..." She added. "And I walked down the banana isle in the produce section and completely missed the peaches."
"That's no excuse." I said firmly.
She stared at me with a pouty sad face. "Would you like to spank me now?" She asked. The pouty sad face was still there, but the corner of her mouth curled into a withheld grin. Her eyes glimmered with naughty desire. She turned and pushed her tush out, just a little in my direction, offering it to me.
"No!" I barked. "Absolutely not." I said. "Not now!" I said as if it were the most preposterous idea ever.
"What then?" She asked turning back to randomly putting groceries away.
"You will have to have formal punishment. Formal discipline. So that you never make that mistake again." I said.
"Oh no!" She cried, giggling at the same time. "Not formal discipline! Please. Oh please, sir. No formal spankings."
"Yes." I said. "That's the only way. You give me no choice. You'll have to be bound, naked, on the bed, and spanked until your bottom is red and sore."
"Oh no! Please don't bind me to the bed naked. Please don't spank me till it's red." She begged, fighting back the laughter. She was smiling outwardly.
I shook my head, smiling back.
"Please let me do something else to make amends." Cecil pleaded. "You may Fuck me, relentlessly, until you satisfy yourself all over my body. Or I could provide you with oral sex until you explode inside my mouth?"
"Nope." I said firmly. "Not good enough. Of course, I may do those things after your discipline." I giggled.
Cecil couldn't hold it anymore. She laughed out loud and snuck over and snuggled up against me. I hugged her up and wrapped my arm around her hip. I gave her a nice gentle kiss on the lips.
"So, when can I get my discipline?" She said, seriously, this time. "I'm wet just thinking about it."
"I'm hard, too." I bragged.
She reached down and slid her hand right down the front of my pants. Her hand covered my balls. She grabbed them up and rolled them around in her fingers. Then she slid up the hard shaft to my pulsing head.
"Will you fuck me with this, too?" She asked quietly.
"Hmmmm?" I answered, thinking about it. "Probably." I finally said, smiling.
She let go and slid her hand out. "I hope so." She added.
"How about tonight?" I asked as she walked away.
"Oh yes sir!" She turned and smiled a devilish grin.
That evening, well before our typical bedtime, I plopped out of my recliner and almost trotted back to the bedroom. Cecil watched me from her corner of the couch. Her eyes were sparkling, but she said nothing. She knew where I was going and what was happening. I always got a skip in my walk when it was play time.
I stood for a moment once I got into the bedroom. "Plotting my strategy." I actually said to myself.
I went to my dresser, got in, and pulled out my new "butter churn." I giggled as I unwrapped it. Should I lay it on the bed, threateningly, or hide it. I laid it on top of the dresser displaying it.
Neckties to tie her with. I pulled out another drawer, picked out a few that I didn't wear very often, and neatly laid them on the one pillow. I stepped back, checking it out.
"I need her ass up in the air." I whispered to myself. I looked around the room. I wandered around, looking. "There you are." I fat round pillow about 3 feet long was propped in the corner behind the chair. We had bought it for occasions of propping up Cecil or myself for various types of play. I grabbed it, pulled all the blankets and spreads off, and laid it on the bed. "Ties for tying, pillow for propping, and spanker for spanking." I whispered. That takes care of the pain part. Now for pleasure.
Pleasure was easy. We had all the pleasure in one handy drawer. The top right drawer of Cecil's dresser. I pulled it open. There was Wanda, nicely wrapped in its own cord on the one side. Lube. Numerous glass dildos. "Dildo art." I thought. We need one of those corner cabinets with glass doors, lit up, to show all of them. I didn't recognize a lot of them. Cecil had been busy. There at the edge of the drawer was the black leather flogger. I laid it on the dresser top by the new paddle.
There were a few latex dildos, various sizes, a double dong, plugs, and some vibrating bullets. I grabbed a nice glass one with red and purple swirls inside, the lube, and a vibrating bullet.
I'd grab Wanda if totally necessary, but for now, these would suffice. I'd spank her with the vibrating bullet inside her and see how things proceed from there. I always had a plan, but it rarely happened as planned.
I stood there for a bit plotting out my strategy, staring at the bed. It aroused me just thinking about getting her set up on the bed, naked and otherwise. And then having my way with her. A devilish grin came out of me.
"How would I come?" I thought. "Where will I come?" I needed a good orgasm. It had been almost a week since we played last.
"Oh my. There will be a real load!" I whispered to myself.
When I had it all figured out, I headed back into the living room as if nothing was happening. Cecil was in the kitchen. I wondered out to see what she was doing.
She was standing at the sink when I got there, back to me, rinsing off a pot or something. I hadn't noticed what she was wearing earlier, but I noticed now. She had a dark blue, one piece, body dress type thing on. It was tight on her body, covering just down below her ass. She didn't seem to have anything on under it.
"Grrrrrr!" I growled and slid behind her feeling her hips and body through the tight dress. I love Cecil's curves. I was moving my hands up and around to her breasts when she smoothly slipped away. She sauntered over to the other end of the kitchen carrying the pot. She made sure her ass was not only swaying, but jiggling, too.
As I watched, she bent in front of the lower cupboard. The short dress rode up her body as she bent. That answered my thoughts of whether she had anything underneath. Half of her plump bare ass was exposed. If I'd have been close enough, I'd have given it a smack.
She left her legs open enough to give me a peek of her closed kitty from behind. I giggled at her. "Very nice!" I said.
"Thank you!" She chirped back.
"Almost too pretty to spank." I added.
"Let's hope not." She laughed. "And I doubt pretty would stop you."
She was right pretty with welts was gorgeous!
She was most definitely braless, as she walked back to me. I reached up and lifted her breasts with my hands, gently massaging the underside. She put her hands on my shoulders. She leaned in giving me gentle kisses on my lips.
