Kat stood in front of Andrew, waiting for his temper to explode. On the table, in front of him, the monthly statements from their credit cards and the bank bore mute witness to the reason for his ire. She had to admit that she had spent more than she had meant to, at the beginning of this month, but she still thought that everything she had bought had been a bargain. The silk bra and French-cut panties had felt like liquid ice as they moulded to her generous curves, while the bodice of the black gown had been just enough to draw appreciative glances at her bosom, but not enough for her to be called tarty or sluttish.
She looked at his dark frown, irritation clouding his grey-green eyes and totally masking any sympathy. She tried to hide the glee she had felt when she had found the things in the sale and look suitably shame-faced but she knew that he had seen the glimmer at the back of her eyes. She had worn the gown and the lingerie, with a pair of hold-up stockings and tall spike heels so that he would see, for himself, how well they suited her. It had, in part, worked because he had not stormed out of the room. Instead, he had sat down with the statements, and sighed as he added up the cost of the items she had on. At last he laid his pen down and ran his fingers through his short, dark hair. Taking his spectacles off, he rubbed his eyes and looked at her.
"You realise that those clothes cost nearly three thousand," he asked.
Kat's eyes widened and she just nodded dumbly. Any minute now he would order her to pack them away and take them back for a refund. She had not realised just how much the things had cost. She swallowed nervously and looked at him as plaintively as she could. Andrew shuffled the bills together, in one pile, and looked into her deep, chocolate-brown eyes. He still felt the hot flush of desire, every time he ran his eyes over her lush curvy figure and the new dress did hint at the promise of further delights.
"I suppose that you really MUST have this outfit?" Andrew sighed, "and the lingerie?"
"I bought the lingerie to look nice for you," Kat whispered.
"How can I make you see that you mustn't be so extravagant?" he asked, "It isn't as though I can spank your bottom like a naughty child."
"I have been naughty though," Kat murmured, with a hopeful gleam in her eye.
Kat thought that, if she could distract him for a while, he might forget about her extravagance, for once, and she could keep the dress and the lingerie. Smoothing the dress over her hips, she lifted her hand to her mouth and carefully slid the tip of her finger into her mouth. Andrew watched her, feeling the stirring in his loins as he imagined his cock in place of her finger, her tongue hot and fluid as it swirled around his swollen cock head. His breath caught in the back of his throat and he had to shake his head to clear the lust that clouded his thoughts.
"Naughty girls should be punished," she continued, "If you think it might help."
"go up to the bedroom and wait for me there," Andrew ordered.
Kat felt a sudden thrill ripple through her body. He had never heard such a stern tone in his voice before and, though he had never raised a hand against her, she had sometimes imagined him abandoning the tenderness he normally showed towards her. Andrew watched as Kat made for the stairs, her hips swaying provocatively, the swing of the skirt emphasising the curve of her hips and the long, elegant line of her legs. With a deliberate tilt of her hips, she swung around the post at the bottom of the stairs and made a show of reluctantly going up to their room.
Leaving the bedroom door open, Kat stood and looked around, trying to decide where to sit and wait. She had thought that about lying on the bed, then about sitting on the stool in front of the dressing table finally, she decided to stand, hands clasped in front of her and head bowed like a naughty girl. She listened to the tick of the clock on the landing and glanced through her lashes at herself in the full-length mirror in the corner, judging the effect. Andrew climbed the stairs slowly, his footsteps heavy on each tread, making sure that Kat's apprehension had plenty of time to build. In the bedroom, Kat could feel the silk of her panties becoming damp, where they were pressed against the hot slit of her pussy. The points of her nipples were hard and hot against the silk of the bra cups and she could feel them swelling and tightening as she imagined the feel of his hand on the bare skin of her buttocks.
Andrew stepped into the bedroom and closed the door, then walked across the carpet to the stool by the dressing table and sat on the cushion. Silently, he gestured to Kat, signalling for her to step closer. She crossed to his side and stood, hands clasped in front of her. Andrew grabbed her hands and pulled her down, so that she was laid across his knee, her breasts on one side of his legs and her ass raised high in the air. Kat let her head hang down and could see herself, sprawled across Andrew's lap, in the full-length mirror. His hand pressed on the back of her neck, bending her further over his knee. Kat could smell the dust in the carpet, tickling the back of her nose. She felt the cool air of the room against the bare skin of her thighs, above the tops of her stockings, as Andrew lifted the dress of her gown over her back, displaying the deep red silk of the panties. Even across the room, reflected in the mirror, Kat could see a faint darkening of the material where it had pressed against her excited pussy. She felt the warmth of his finger hooking into the waistband of the panties and then there was cool air on her buttocks and the skin of her almost bare pussy. She could see, in the mirror, her taut ass lifted high and the silk of her panties around her ankles. The bare skin of her ass and pussy was creamy smooth and white, with the dark line of her moist slit clearly showing, damp and glistening with pearls of nectar that had already seeped from her cunt.
Kat felt the grip of his hand tighten on the back of her neck and willed herself to relax. She could feel her heart flutter as she abandoned herself to his punishment. She felt him shift, as Andrew raised his hand, then there was a stinging pain in her ass cheek as a sharp crack of flesh upon flesh echoed through the bedroom. Kat almost convulsed at the burning sensation from the reddening handprint on her milky-white ass cheek. She caught sight of the scarlet print of his fingers across her taut ass, and blushed as the sweet juices flooded her cunt. Andrew raised his hand again and brought it cracking across the cheeks of her ass, leaving a second bright mark imprinted on the taut curve. A sob of pain and arousal slipped past her lips and she felt her limbs relaxing as she surrendered herself, completely, to him.
Andrew pushed her off his lap, grabbing her wrist as she clambered to her feet. Roughly spinning her around, he took hold of the zipper at then back of her dess and yanked it viciously down to her waist. Grabbing the material at her shoulders, he pulled the bodice of the dress to her waist, revealing her lush, tautly swollen breasts. Reaching up he unfastened the clasp of her bra with a flick of his fingertips, spilling her breasts out, the hard nipples erect and standing proud from the dusky aureoles.
Pulling her back across his lap, this time belly up, Andrew lifted the skirt of her dress, exposing her shaven pussy. She shivered as he ran the tips of fingers along the neatly trimmed strip of soft curls, leading down to the hood over her clit. His other hand curled over the swell of her breast, his fingers trapping, then pinching the hard points until she moaned in the back of her throat. He released his grip on the nipple and then slapped the taut mounds, leaving red prints on the pale globes. His other hand drifted closer to her clit, peeping from beneath the protective hood and his fingers stroked the hard bud, caressing gently, then pinching hard. The sensation raced through her nerves as though he had electrocuted her and her body arched as her muscles spasmed. He gripped her clit and nipple at the same time, pulling and twisting, punishing the tender flesh cruelly. Kat whimpered plaintively, pleading for mercy and release.
Andrew released his grip and used his fingertips to spread her pussy lips wider, caressing her clit slowly, then nipping it, so that she yelped as she felt the pressure of his fingers on her hard, swollen bud. Andrew lifted his hand above the smooth shaven mound of her taut pussy and brought it back down, slapping his fingers against her creamy skin, leaving distinct red stripes across the swollen mound. Kat whimpered and bit the flesh of her bottom lip as the dark sparks of her pain joined into a burning sensation within the depths of her pussy. Andrew squeezed the tender mound of her breast, his finger and thumb tight on the base of her puffy nipples. Kat moaned, deep in her throat, unable to deny her mounting lust. Andrew slapped the mounds of her breasts with his fingertips, leaving a row of red fingerprints on her skin. The taut mounds quivered and she moaned again, feeling the heat flaring in her pussy.
