The next day Max fired up the grill and made hamburgers. We ate at a table on our deck. We discussed our relationship and decided that our special bed sports would be on weekends so we could fully explore the femdom side of our relationship.
That night as I got out of the shower, Max lifted me off my feet and carried me to our bed. He laid me down then put his face between my legs. He started to lick using very light strokes around all of my pussy. As I got more and more aroused, he continued to use butterfly kisses on my clit. His tongue made little circles around my clit, making me crazy. I tried to pull his head harder into my essence but he kept his light pressure on my pussy. I began to moan as I tried to force myself to cum. Eventually I reached a crescendo with my orgasm making me shake all over. I thrashed on the bed with my legs and torso doing the dance of pleasure. He rolled off of me, satisfied with his accomplishment. Usually he would then fuck me until he came. I decided to switch the narrative. I grabbed his cock and began sucking it like a lollipop. He began to shake as my administration had an effect on his member. My tongue ran over his frenulum as my hand stroked him. I felt his body begin to go rigid as he came in my mouth. I sucked furiously to accept all his cum. As he relaxed I scootched up and kissed him, forcing his cum back into his mouth. Surprised by my efforts he bucked but I kept him attached to my mouth until he gave up and swallowed his own cum.
On Saturday we went to an antique fair to look around. One of the vendors was a petite woman with a large variety of antique brushes and combs. I picked up one of the old wooden hairbrushes and asked Max what he thought. He was looking at it when the lady came over. Her first remark was that she thought it was used more for discipline than for hair. I looked at Max as he blushed and gave the brush back to me. We decided to purchase it. As we walked away I told Max I was looking forward to using it on him tonight.
We left the fair and had a leisurely lunch at a local restaurant. Driving home I had him stop at a fabric store where I picked up a section of soft rope. That afternoon Max spent in the garage working on his 55 Thunderbird while I used my girl scout knot tying skills to tie a section of rope to the four corners of the bed. Two on the headboard and two on the bottom legs. I then took a shower and dressed in hose, garter belt, high heels and short leather skirt. Max loves my "perky" boobs, they are small but stand out straight from my chest with exceptional nipples and small areola in near perfect circles. I went downstairs and took the hair brush out of its sack. I walked into the garage. Max was working on the upholstery, stretching some fabric over a door insert. He looked up at me and dropped his tool.
"Follow me." I commanded.
He followed me back into the house and into the family room. I was smacking the hair brush into my palm.
I sat down on a straight back chair and spread my legs. He stared at my bare pussy.
"Take off your clothes and prepare yourself for your spanking."