I sat in the bonus room of our home, logged into my favorite on-line game, intently playing while also aware of the dog sleeping at my feet. Daniel was in the shower, I was supposed to be checking the e-mail for anything important that may have come, but I trusted the dog to alert me when she heard him head up the stairs. At the first wag of a tail, I was prepared to shut down the game and bring up the mail file.
"Is that what I sent you up here to do?" His voice from the doorway was the first indication I had that he was done in the shower. My big dog lifted her head and wagged her tail – a little too late to do me any good. "Let's go" was all he said. I logged out of the game without saying good bye to the other players, something I never did, and reached to shut the computer off. "Leave it," he said. "I'll be back up to finish." I got up from my chair, walked past him to the head of the stairs, I knew there was nothing I could say to change what was going to happen. I had been caught and I knew it.
I expected him to take me to the living room and outline my punishment to be carried out in the week to come. I was thinking of the extra chores I was sure he would add to the ones I routinely took care of as well as the number of days I would not be allowed to access the games and chat on our computer. I was surprised when he directed me down the hall to our bedroom, but followed his directions without question.
He went into the bathroom, pulled back the shower curtain, started the water running and said, "Take a bath, don't leave this room, and I'll be back." With that, he shut the bedroom door behind him, leaving me alone with just the sound of the water running in the adjacent bathroom. Seeing no other option, I moved to my walk-in closet, removed my clothes and put them in the hamper. Walking naked across the bedroom towards the bathroom, I could not help but wonder what was in store for me – just how angry was he?
As I crossed the tile floor to the tub, I stopped to look at myself in the mirror. Not too bad for almost 50 I guess. In my eyes, I was too wide through the hips, the 20 pounds I'd gained in the year since I quit smoking seemed to be sitting right there, refusing to budge no matter what I did. My glance moved up my body to my chest and I smiled – I had never regretted the $4000 we spent on the surgery, my 36DD's were worth every penny. I had even grown to enjoy the silver rings that pierced my nipples, their pink beads my choice, of course.
I stepped over into the tub, gasping at how hot the water was but I knew it would feel great once I got used to it. I settled into the water, picked up soap and razor to begin the ritual of shaving – underarms, legs, then got back up on the side of the tub to groom my pussy. It required a lot of maintenance, but I preferred to keep her shaved smooth all except for the narrow landing strip at the top – proof that I am a natural redhead. That done, I settled back into the water, leaned against the slanted back and sighed, totally relaxed. Until the bathroom door opened, I had forgotten why I was there but the look on his face sent a shiver through my body that was part anticipation, part fear.
He settled down on his knees next to the tub, picked up the loofah, put some body wash on it, and ran it across my belly, up over my chest, down my arms – leaving a tropical-scented trail as he went. Any romantic notions I may have been having were dispelled with his curt, "Sit up". He scrubbed my back, down to the cleft of my ass and back up before telling me to lie back again. "Spread your legs." As my knees parted, he ran the textured surface of the loofah across my freshly-shaved pussy, between the folds and continued down until he had scrubbed it across my tight asshole. I couldn't help the sharp intake of my breath – but stopped short of moaning in delight at his touch.
He reached down through the water and lifted the plug to begin draining the tub. "Stand up." When enough water had emptied, he pulled the hand-held shower down from the wall, turned the water on and began to rinse the soap from my body. I turned when he told me, spread my legs as instructed, blushing as he thoroughly rinsed every crevice and fold, aiming the pulsing water directly into my pussy – leaving it there longer than necessary for the job at hand, but I knew to say nothing. When he was finished, I stepped from the tub and he paid the same amount of attention to the task of drying me off – the softness of the towel across my pussy sent a wave of desire through my body.
As much as I was enjoying the attention, I knew he was still angry and, at some point, I would know what punishment he had in store for me. When I entered the bedroom, part of his plan became clear. He had cleared the bed of everything except the bottom sheet and a large wedge of cloth-covered foam. The wedge had been another very worth-while investment and had quickly become one of our favorite toys.
"On the bed," were his only words as I crossed the room. I approached and when I turned to sit on the edge he said, "Oh, no. Climb on up, turn around, put your thighs right up against it and lay over the wedge with your head down." I did as I was told, but even with my knees tightly together, this position made me feel open and vulnerable. He walked around to the side of the bed closest to my head and told me, "I'm going to leave you here for a while to think about your disobedience. I'll be upstairs finishing the work you were supposed to be doing. When I'm done, I'll be back. Until then, you don't move."
The wedge had come equipped with Velcro straps attached to the underside of the narrow edge. We had never used them but, as he placed my wrists through first one, then the other, I had a better understanding of what they could be used for. He walked back to the other side of the bed and I gasped in shock when his open palm came into contact with my ass cheek – the loud smack filling the room. "Knees apart." I moved my knees to the outer corners of the wedge. "Further," accompanied by a hard smack on the other cheek. I quickly spread my knees as far apart on the bed as I could, my body weight now resting on the slope of the wedge. I heard the door close behind him as he left the room, my ass bearing the outline of his hand – one print on each side.
I heard him move down the hall, talking to the dog as he headed toward the stairs. Soon I was left in silence, to reflect on my behavior which had, once again, failed to meet his expectations. Funny, all I could think about was how wide open and accessible this position made me. The sting was fading from his earlier slaps to my ass and I was remembering how good his hands felt on me while he washed, rinsed and then dried my body. A familiar warmth started low in my belly and spread through my pussy -- if I continued with this line of thought, I would be soaking wet by the time he came back. I tried to think of something else, muster up some fear for the punishment that was still to come – but each scenario I played through my mind ended up the same way – with him kneeling behind me, his huge cock thrusting in and out of me. This wasn't helping any – I could now feel just how wet I was – and it would be quite evident to him when he walked in the room.
It seemed like a lifetime but I knew that barely 30 minutes had passed when I heard the door open again. Even though I knew he was behind me, his touch on my skin still gave me a sharp thrill. Whatever my punishment was to be, I did not have long to wait. I felt the mattress dip under his weight as he joined me on the bed, felt his warmth as he got closer, his hand running up over my ass, across the small of my back, tracing up my spine and stopping as his fingers tangled in my hair. He gently pulled on my hair, raising my head up off the bed while using his other hand to gently soothe the places he had slapped earlier.
As his hand passed from one to the other, he paused in the cleft between my cheeks and ran his fingers along it until he found the open folds of my pussy, wet with arousal, and I moaned deep in my throat. His fingers remained where they were as he leaned down close to my ear and asked, "What is this? Did I not just give you a bath?" With each word, his fingers had moved further into my pussy, sliding so easily along the walls that I knew I could not try to deny how I had spent my time. In answer, I arched my back, my hips moving, trying to take his fingers deeper, whimpering in need.
