The tip off wasn't that the house was a mess when He got home. The real clue was that she was lounging on the sofa in a Donna Reed outfit: sleeveless dress with a poufy skirt, pearls and high heels and an apron. she smiled up at Him as He leaned back against the door and loosened His tie. He tried for a stern tone when He spoke, but He couldn't quite hide His delight. He loved this game as much as she did.
"So, honey, what have you been doing all day?"
she rolled on onto her stomach and looked at Him over her shoulder, smiling as her eyes flashed Him a 'dare You'.
"Oh, nothing really, mostly just β¦. playing"
He nodded as He walked over to the couch, His eyes scanning the house, the open floor plan letting Him see all the rooms. He knelt down by the couch, near her head, His hand softly stroking her hair. He leaned over a bit, inhaling her scent, and as he spoke, His hand tightened in her hair.
"From the smell of your cunt, I'd say playing is all you've been doing, instead of the housework you were supposed to do." He switched His grip on her hair to left hand and used His right to slowly pull the hem of her dress up to her waist. He smiled as she moaned and arched her ass up off the couch a little. He rubbed His hand over her bare skin, dipping it down between her legs to get His palm wet, then yanked harder on her head. "Tell me, slut, what am I going to do with you? You just keep thinking you can get away with whatever you want, and you just keep making Me prove you can't."
He brought His hand down twice, once on each cheek, fast hard smacks that tattooed her ass pink. she bit into her arm to keep from yelling out, but couldn't stop her hips from arching harder, pushing her ass higher into the air. Instead of smacking her again, He put His arm under her and scooped her up, tucking her under His arm and carrying her into the kitchen. When He got to the middle of the room, He stopped and set her down. Before she could get her balance He spun her around and pushed her over the counter, one hand between her shoulder blades while the other yanked her dress back up. He grabbed a wooden spoon off the counter and rubbed it across her ass and the top of her thighs.
"How many times did you play with yourself today, My greedy little slut?"
"Six, Sir."
"Hmm, and with four rooms you didn't clean, that makes ten strokesβ¦to start with."
He gave her long enough to put her head down and take a deep breath before bringing the spoon down on her ass. He gave her five strokes on each cheek, pacing and spacing them well. He didn't want to blister her ass yet, just tenderize it a little. It was going to be a long evening and He didn't want to wear her out too quickly. By the fifth stoke she was arching up into them, moaning steadily against the cool granite counter.
After He was done, He tossed the spoon into the sink, still holding His hand on her back to keep her still. He reached up into the cabinet over her head, where she kept all her baking supplies, and pulled out a small bottle of oil. she thought he had grabbed a bottle of almond oil to rub into her skin and gasped in surprise when the hot, sharp smell of cinnamon reached her nose. she expected Him to rub it into her ass, to heat her skin up more and gasped again when He pushed her feet wider apart and slipped His hand between her thighs. she still didn't catch on, thinking He was giving her a treat, a quick little orgasm to get the rest of the night off to a roll. It wasn't until the warmth started penetrating into her delicate tissues that she realized He was rubbing the cinnamon oil into her clit. she tried pulling her hips forward but He pushed down harder between her shoulder blades, pinning her to the counter. He couldn't resist a chuckle as He leaned over to whisper in her ear.
"Oh you are a greedy, arrogant thing aren't you? Did you really think I was going to get you off this soon?"
she moaned and shook her head as He rubbed her clit harder, working the oil into her most delicate flesh. He moved His mouth to her neck and bit her sharply, not trying to draw blood, but with the definite intention of hurting her.
"Don't try to bullshit me, pet, or I will have to make this unpleasant as well as painful."
she managed to gasp out a 'yes, Sir' in between moans. The oil was lighting up her nerves, making her aware of even the air in the room blowing across her dripping cunt.