I'm sitting on the sofa, working on my laptop, feet propped up on the coffee table. The front door opens and she walks in, exhausted from a long day at work. Right away, she glares at me.
"Get your damn feet off the coffee table! How many times do I have to tell you, that's disgusting!"
"Sorry, Babe." As I oblige, the table wobbles a bit.
"And please, tighten that damn thing! I've been asking for months! I'm gonna go take a shower."
As she walks by I pick up the scent of her body, which is sweaty from the heat outside. I can feel myself start to get aroused. She always arouses me, even when she's angry. Or perhaps then especially so.
As she heads for the bathroom I head for my den. I fish out my toolbox to get a wrench. Upon opening it I spot an item that I know I had never stashed in there. It's a thin chain with a small metal clamp attached on either end. I remove and examine it, holding it by one clamp and letting the other drop. The chain is about a foot and a half long. As I look at it I start to smile as I feel my blood rush downward.
I strip down to just my undies, and see that they already have an enlarged bulge in them. Clutching the chain in my left hand I head for the bathroom.
The door is slightly ajar. I quietly open it, just enough so that I can see in. She is undressing, removing her bra, panties still on. She turns and sees me watching her. She covers her partially clad breasts with her hands.
"How dare you spy on me like this!! Is that what you're into now, spying on women in the bathroom? What a perv!! You're supposed to be fixing the..."
She stops mid-sentence when she sees the chain looped around my extended forefinger, the two clamps dangling several inches below. Her expression of scorn has transformed into a sheepishly embarrassed grin.
They're... a present... for us. I thought we could have a little fun.
I walk into the bathroom toward her, remaining silent. Clutching the chain, I pull her hands away from her breasts. The bra that had been partially covering them falls to the floor.
Her tits are just gorgeous. Full and round, ample but not too big for the rest of her body. Her areolae are each about the size of a half dollar. I place a forefinger on each of her nipples and gently press down, feeling them get hard as I listen to her breathing start to get heavy. I stretch the chain out between my hands. As I begin to apply a clamp to each nipple I start to pick up the scent of her arousal from below.
She is not the only one who is becoming quite aroused. I feel a drop of precum ooze inside my undies as my erection builds.
Adjusting to the new pleasure-pain being caused by the nipple clamps, she looks down at the gathering bulge in the front of my undies and she nervously asks, "Whatcha got there, big boy? Is that a present for me?"
With a stern expression, I reply, "Naughty girls don't get presents. Naughty girls get discipline!"
"Naughty? How am I naughty? What did I do?"
"You went into my toolbox without asking, and put something in there. You don't mess with a man's toolbox!! Now you will have to be dealt with!!"
"But... I was just..."
"Silence!! Now go to the sink and place your hands on the counter!"
"But..."
"NOW!!"
With a pouty expression she whimpers, "Yes, kind Sir".
And with that, she turns, steps toward the sink, and places each of her hands on the front edge of the counter. I watch as she does. I can see a faint stain forming on the back of her panties where they meet her thighs.
"Bend forward."
"Yes, kind Sir." She does. Her beautiful long wavy hair now hangs over the sink.
After few seconds' pause I step behind her, grasp the waistband of her panties on either side and yank them down, sliding them off her ass, down her thighs and past her knees. I let go and they drop to the floor around her feet.
I stop to admire her fine ass. It's round yet firm. I give each cheek a gentle rub, digging my fingers lightly down into her soft flesh. Her skin feels smooth like fine porcelain.
And then I straighten my hand and give each cheek a good firm whack. She grunts and her body jolts with the sudden shock as I my palm makes contact, producing a loud staccato crack with each slap.
I slap each cheek again, harder.
