AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is the first erotic series I ever wrote, back in 2005-7, long before posting my first story. I have revised and edited (hopefully well) the chapters, but they are pretty much as they were when I wrote them. It is the story of a married couple in love and exploring a new version of their relationship. It is a fairly long series, although some of the chapters are quite short.
You may want to read Chapter One to get the premise, although the story has progressed quite a bit from its beginnings. Thanks to all the readers who have stuck with the tale, and voted.
Civil comments always welcome.
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"You have been very bad!"
It wasn't a question, so she remained silent as he slipped the blindfold over her eyes. She followed the sound of his footsteps.
"You have done some very bad things."
Still not a question; she held her tongue as he raised her arms, bound together, to attach them to the eye-bolt in the ceiling. She stretched her shoulders to keep them relaxed, and listened to his movements.
"Very bad things." His voice was below her, at her feet. She felt him pushing her legs apart. She moved her feet as directed. "Very bad. You knew they were bad and you did them anyway." Still not a question. She felt him at her ankles, and knew that he was attaching the spreader bar, holding her feet wide apart. She heard motion, sensed him standing. She felt hot breath at her ear, heard his hoarse whisper.
"Nasty things you've done!" came the hoarse whisper in her ear. "Filthy, disgusting, dirty things!" A hand caressed her naked breast, gliding over the smooth globe, then grabbing urgently. She felt a soft pinch at that nipple, then the second hand and suddenly a hard pinch, and her breath caught from the sensation. Sharp and sudden, just short of real pain, she knew that he had attached a nipple clamp. The pinch stayed, stimulating her, shooting bolts of desire through her chest and stomach, settling between her legs. Her excitement built, knowing that another clamp was coming for her other breast.
"You need to be punished for doing such nasty things," Her second nipple joined the first, no caress this time, just the jolt of the clamp shooting through her. She gasped in delight. Her thighs tried to rub together, but were prevented by the bar at her ankles. She felt the wetness between her legs.
His voice came from behind her now. "Sometimes good girls do bad things," she felt a hand on her ass, rubbing lightly, lovingly. "They know those things are bad, and they do them anyway." The other cheek now, caressing, cupping the flesh, slipping between them. "Then they need to be punished, so they understand how bad they acted." Both hands now, gripping her cheeks, spreading her, a finger slipping between her legs to touch her wetness.
Then he released her. She heard motion behind her, then something rubbing on her ass, not his hand. Soft, smooth, firm. She hoped it was the leather strap with the short handle.
SMACK! The first contact made her jump, as always, and the sting made her cry out.
"Have you been a bad girl?"
"Yes."
SMACK! The other cheek this time, and she felt the heat after the spank.
"Did you do bad things?"
"Yes."
SMACK! The first again.
"Very bad things?"
"Yes."
SMACK!
"Nasty things?"
"Yes!"
SMACK!
"What things did you do, bad girl?"
"Lots of naughty, dirty things!"
SMACK!