Nancy & Ron an outwardly happy couple in their mid-thirties,were both writers. When they were first married Ronâs books sold well and made a comfortable living for them. Although Nancyâs books sold, the check amounts were miniscule and far between. There not being much demand for Ozark cooking recipes. Ron was very fond of saying that he who brings home the bacon,calls the shots.
Lately Ron had been having a bit of a slump called writerâs block and it had been two frustrating years since he had sold anything. Nancy on the other hand had just received an advance in the amount of $1,000,00 dollars and an offer to write a weekly column for an up and coming womenâs magazine.
Brimming with her good news she had went down the hall to Ronâs office to tell him of her good fortune and stopped in her tracks. The door to his office was cracked open and she could hear Ron and his publisher Joe on the speakerphone, â look Ron the last three pieces you sent in were total and unadulterated crapâ said Joe. â My boss said no more advances until you give us something goodâ.
âI understand but Joe you know Iâm good for it Iâm just going through something right nowâ. âWell listen Ron when you finish going through whatever it is youâre going through give me a callâ with that he hung up. Nancy could tell by his sigh of defeat that Ron was on the ropes, so hoping her news would cheer him up she opened the door and said,âlook honey our money troubles our over I just got a commitment for a column a week!â.
Joe raised his head and with sarcasm dripping from his voice said,âyou mean your money troubles are overâ. As he gazed at her check his look turned dark and hateful. With a venom she felt was uncalled for Ron then said, âwhy donât you go out and do some shoppingâ. Hurt, Nancy ran from the room and back down the hall.
Once again in her own office, she wiped away the tear that was trying to crawl down her cheek and made up her mind that right then and there she was going to make a change. Always before in their marriage and in their home, Ron had been the dominating one and she had been the shrinking violet. Well no more,grabbing her purse,coat, hat and her new check she went out the door intent on a new course of action.
It was early evening when she returned home, finding Ron curled up on the couch as usual. Repairing to her bedroom,she hurriedly changed her clothes retrieving an item she had recently purchased at a out of the way boutique,returning to the living room she raised the headmasterâs paddle in her hand and brought it down hard on the butt cheeks of the sleeping Ron startling him awake with alarcrity.
âWhat the fuckâ said Ron as the sting of the paddle brought him fully awake. âGet up you bastardâ she said and immediately brought the paddle down again this time on the side of his face. Grabbing his smarting cheek Ron said âhey baby what did I do, why are you beating me?â. âDonât baby meâ she said âI left here a good four hours ago and youâve done nothingâ âI,I,â he stammered.
âI hell, the dishes arenât washed ,the rug needs vacuuming, and you have the nerve to lay here and sleepâ she fumed. As the shock of the paddle began to wear off, Ronâs eyes swelled slightly as he noticed the new way his mousy wife was now dressed. She wore a tight black leather corset, with black garters,black thigh level lace-up boots with at least a three inch stiletto heel.
Her breasts were brimming out of the corset top and she was pantiless,her shaved pubic mound winking at him sideways. âGet on your kneesâ she said. Now always before in their lovemaking Ron had fleetingly considered her needs and only attended to them in a cursory fashion. Snidely throwing his âI bring home the baconâ epithet in her face as if it was a valid explanation for his ignoring her.
Remembering this she said,âI bring home the bacon now,you fuck so crawl on over here and lick my pussy,and you better lick it good or thereâll be hell to payâ. Ron obediently began to crawl towards her, all the while his mind was churning with thoughts of this bewildering turn of events. He had never thought his mousy little Nancy would ever develop a backbone and turn on him like this. He needed a way to make everything go back to the way it used to be.
He wanted to be the one in charge, the one giving the orders. He just couldnât think of a way right now to do it,so he figured heâd better play along and look for an opening out of this mess. All of a sudden he was at her pussy lips,not wanting to get hit again he began to lick. Tentatively at first, and then as he felt his erection began to grow in his pants he attacked it with more gusto. Licking her clit and then taking it in his mouth he began sucking it, and sticking his tongue inside her pussy as far as he could.
Really getting into it now Nancy grabbed the back of his head and began grinding her pussy against his face harder and harder. Ron had never eaten her pussy this good before and she was determined to get the most out of it. Tensing slightly she stiffened and began coming,as he tried to pull away she whacked him on his butt again and said âdrink all of that come baby,suck out my pussy juiceâ.
When he was finished she released him and said, ânow take off your clothesâ. As he removed his clothing Ron thought ânow Iâll get my chance she canât resist my big meaty cockâ Once he was naked Nancy knew the time to break his spirit was at hand,she could sense the wheels turning in his head as he thought of a way to get control of the situation.
âOkay back down on your knees, and donât give me any guff or youâll feel the studded side of this paddleâ she said. Caressing the side of his buttocks with the paddle she said, âtake your eyes out of mine look at the floorâ. Looking at the design of the rug Ron thought âwhat was she going to do next?â. He didnât have long to wait as he felt something wet and slippery rubbing his anus and pressing in.
Jerking around he started to say something and received a paddle slap on his ass, âdonât move you bastardâ. Nancy was greasing him up for another indignity,and couldnât afford for him to balk now. Reaching into her shopping bag she removed an enormous buttplug and began easing it in to his asshole an inch at a time.
As he started to pull away she shoved it all the way in. âOwâ cried Ron, â that hurtsâ as his spincter tried to contract around the enormous intrusion which was now firmly lodged in his asshole and could only be removed with a good amount of force. âGood,now get upâ she said. Ron got up and began whimpering âitâs too big I feel stuffed and Itâs uncomfortable. âShut up and go wash those dishesâ.