Marcie and Leo

(I am very thankful for a place to post the imaginative scenarios I come up with and the people who read them. I also want to thank my muse, whom the latest bit of activity over the last few years would have not been possible without. 530 submissions and not over yet.)

*smack*

"Nine, sir."

*smack*

"Ten, sir."

I started to rub my hand along where I spanked while Marcie lay there in my lap. Her shorts were sitting on the couch near her feet. They slid down after I moved them off to get to her panty-clad rear end. I saw that her feet were moving out of the corner of my eye. I always enjoyed seeing something like that after I spanked her because I knew that she was okay with what transpired. It was difficult for me to miss the evidence closer to the spots I spanked her at. I even thought I heard a contented sigh from her as I rubbed.

So, the reader may ask the question why my beautiful bride was over my knees in the first place. In the living room. With her shorts off her. I'm sure it paints a beautiful picture as the reader could imagine the sight of my wife's gorgeous rear end with the pigment more pinkish laying on my lap right that. One would even surmise that the reader could paint whichever color of panty was covering up some of the pink skin as well. It's normal, especially when the reader came in as I was finishing spanking Marcie.

The truth is the impetus of this scene isn't as important as what happened next.

"Collar, my pet."

Marcie lazily steadied herself to rise from my lap before she reached over to grab her shorts. I stopped her.

"I didn't say you could put these back on, my pet," I responded as my hand held them against the couch.

I watched as she went to the box that held her collars. She opened the box before looking at me again. She knew there were two collars in that box. She knew that there was a 50% chance I would tell her she grabbed the wrong one. The one thing about Marcie when she gets in that "brat space" as I call it is that she prods and pokes and pushes as much as she can before she gets what she wants. She enjoyed the game it became. To be honest, I did also.

She pulled out the fancy collar. As she began to put it around her neck, I shook my head. She saw the movement and sighed again before she undid the collar and put it back in the box. She then pulled out the generic collar and put it around her neck. This may have seemed like a minor thing, but I personally preferred the generic one when we were playing the game. The other one was too flashy and since it was constructed by our good friend, I didn't want to destroy it during some of our play even though I knew it would be all right.

She walked towards me after she retrieved the collar before I held my hand up to halt her.

"Now, my pet, please remove your panties."

She started to bend down slightly to remove them before she heard me growl. I saw the look in her eyes start to sparkle and her smile begin to form before she turned away from me. She then bent down and slowly started to pull them down. The pink skin started to be revealed more and more as her full, beautiful, desirable rear came into view. She paused in that position for a few moments as her panties landed on the floor around her feet.

"Come here," I growled.

Her mood was more excited by that point. She walked over, almost like she was given a triple espresso shot directly in her bloodstream. As she approached, I leaned forward and reached down to the hem of her tank top before starting to pull it upwards. She took the hem from me and the tank top went over her head and landed on the floor, so my bratty pet was almost completely naked. Naked except for the generic black collar around her neck. There she stood before me, this gorgeous woman who I married and gave my heart to. She stood there expectantly, partially knowing what I was going to command next.

My hands went to her hips and pulled her towards me until she fell on top of me and my lips started kissing along the edge of the collar. My hands gripped her rear end tightly as my lips went down to her collarbone. I could hear her breath speed up a little bit as I explored. Her hand trailed down my dress shirt towards the button of my dress pants while I did that.

"May I?" she asked.

I growled in response. Marcie loved it when the personality she called "the Beast" would reveal itself when we were together. She loved the way he would growl instead of saying things. He represented the more primal of my moods. As she felt my hands gripping her tighter and my teeth gently biting her nipples, she undid the button on my dress pants and started to feel the boxer briefs I wore underneath.

I could tell she was also becoming more mindful of the location we were in at that moment. Even though the curtains were drawn for the night and the porch light was off, she still felt a little conscious of the view.

"Master," she asked. "Shall we go to the bedroom to continue this? Your naughty girl wants to undress you."

I let go of her temporarily as she stood back up before she ran to the bedroom door. By the time I was off the couch, she was teasingly shaking her rear end at me. I started walking towards her, unbuttoning my dress shirt as I edged closer to her. She entered the bedroom and went to the opposite side of the bed as I entered. By that time, my dress shirt was unbuttoned, and I was slipping it off my arms. She stood there taunting me as I removed the T-shirt and threw it where my dress shirt was before working on my pants. She then walked towards me before lowering herself to her knees and assisting me in lowering my pants. The pants fell to my feet, and I stood there wearing just my blue boxer briefs as she helped me step out.

"I like unwrapping my presents," she said teasingly before she pulled down my underwear.

As she surmised already, I was hard. She slowly stroked my length, caressing it like she was exploring it for the first time. As her hand reached my shaven base, she leaned forward and kissed the head gently. She opened her mouth and licked around the head a little before she gave it a little suck.

I could feel myself losing a little patience as she teased me. I also knew I was under her complete control at that point as she sucked a few more times before she kissed the head again. I then watched as she pulled back before she crawled onto the bed. She flipped over so her naked body was on display in front of me before she smiled at me.

"Take your naughty girl, Master," she whispered.

I climbed onto the bed as she lay there. I sat on my knees as I took my cock in my hand to push it against her. As I felt the comfortable feeling of sliding into her, I moved so I was on top of her. I started taking my naughty girl as she responded by rubbing my back. I felt the beast rising again as I started pushing into her harder, feeling her body accepting me as I did. I felt her lips on my neck with little love bites as this happened, both of us deeply into it.

It is difficult to put into words what happens when Marcie and I get into this space we share. Marcie knows there's a line I will not cross with her when we are like this. The beast inside me knows where that line is and pushes as close to it as possible without crossing it. It is this spot where we both enjoy it because we both let loose without pushing the other person out of their zone.

I felt her squeezing me tighter. She was close to her peak as I kept working my way to mine. It was when I felt that squeeze again that I felt every ounce of my spirit pouring inside of her. Her legs gripped me, keeping me there as I did. The bratty, naughty girl took what she wanted. I lay there with her for a few moments, savoring in our coupling before we started to kiss again.

"I need to taunt you more often," she said with a little bit more of her mischievous tone in her voice.

I kissed her neck, smiling because I knew she was right.