I can hardly believe it! Like a fairy tale we have just moved into our dream house. No longer do we have to worry about going to your apartment where we are on pins and needles hoping no one hears our wild couplings and calls the police. You tried ordering me to be a good girl and take my spankings quietly but that proved useless, especially since you enjoy the melodic range of my reactions to your attentions. Whether it is the "ouch," my fervent promises to be a good girl, or my screams of ecstasy as pain turns to pleasure.
Nor do we have to be concerned about the greater distance of going to my place where you have to leave in the wee hours of the morning to be at work on time. A feat that has often been waylaid by "just once more please." The obvious solution was to find a place of our own with adequate sound proofing and a few other sweet options.
We have spent the last few days unpacking and arranging our love nest. When the stress caused us to begin arguing you made an ingenious blanket rule. Unpacking must be done in the nude, no discussion. It's difficult to be cross with you seeing your broad chest and well rounded buttocks moving about.
You have quickly pointed out the other reason for our nakedness. I must be careful to think before I take out my stress on you. My last smart comment was met with you swiftly grabbing my wrist and having me over your knee, before I realized what you were doing. Your cock is dancing against my bare stomach. You may be angry, but you are turned on too.
"I have had enough of your sass," you barked.
"Each time you decide to lash out at me, I am going to show you how it feels. This time you will receive 10 spanks with my hand. You will apologize and count after each one. Do you understand?"
I gulp as I feel you lift the leg below my hips and wrap your ankle around mine, causing me to have to grab your other leg for support. Your cock is taunting me as it jumps against my stomach. You have me trapped. If I let go my upper body will fall to the floor giving you even greater access.
A sharp "smack" echoes in the empty room and a sting radiates through my buttocks.
"I asked you a question. You are to answer me. That one did not count. Do you understand?" You demand.
"Yes, James," my voice quivers as my body trembles and my flower clenches trying to hold in its defying juices.
You are lightly stroking and kneading my globes. I moan because it feels so good and your shaft lifts against my stomach. You lean over and kiss each cheek, showing how much you cherish me even when you are cross. You slip your palm down in front of my lips.
"This is an act of love. I am doing this to strengthen our union. You will refer to me as "Daddy" during your correction. Kiss my palm to show me that you accept this and submit to my guidance," you explain.
I nod and kiss your palm. Loving you more for the commitment you are demonstrating.
"Are you ready, Lil One? Remember apologize for the sass and count after each one," you say as you kiss my head.
I nod and hold on tight to your leg while hiding my face.
You rub my checks in a circle increasing the sensitivity. Then a loud "slap" fills the air as your hand lands on my left buttocks. I flinch and squeeze my buttocks.
"I'm sorry for yelling at you, Daddy. One" I call out.
You rub again, a louder "smack" following on my right cheek.