In which an observation is made:
Apparently, I wasn't the only one who had noticed the change in our sex life. Not only had we been having less of it lately, but we also seemed to be putting less effort into the sex that we actually had. Stupidly, I had thought she didn't particularly mind; every time we had ever tried anything moderately elaborate it had been my idea – so I figured she didn't care that we had gotten a little complacent lately, and if the sex had gotten a little perfunctory. I was wrong.
It is not particularly flattering to hear the words, "I'm bored" from your girlfriend while your dick is thrusting in and out of her. I don't exactly blame her: I was pumping straight in and out without variation while thinking about what we could make for dinner in an attempt not to cum while I waited impatiently for her O. "Get off me." A bit humiliated, I scrambled to comply. "Get on all fours with your knees at the edge of the bed. Stick your ass out more." I did as I was told and she grabbed a scarf and blindfolded me with it. "Do you know why you are in this position?" She asked.
Lamely, I could only reply, "So you can spank me?" This was new. She'd played the domme before, but she'd never assumed the role spontaneously.
"Try a little harder, dear."
"Because you were bored?"
"Are you suggesting that it is my fault that you are about to be punished?"
"No, ma'am. I'm about to be punished because I bored you."
"Your about to be punished because you've been LAZY." She said. This was a bit unfair, mind – if I have been lazy, what has she been? Still I wasn't about to protest, she was, after all, clearly about to make the effort. And also I rather enjoyed her spankings. "... So I am going to have to whip you into shape," she continued before the sharp sting of a flogger landed across on but cheek.
"Shit!" I yelped. When did she get that?
"Quiet!" She barked, as she whipped me again. I managed to grit my teeth and stay silent. "That's good, my love. Very good. Here comes another one, stay quiet for me, alright?" She whipped me hard then, hard enough to leave a mark, I thought. I heard her squirt some lube on her hand before she reached over to stroke my flagging cock in long, firm downward strokes. With her other hand she soothed my sore ass, and kissed and licked where the flogger had bitten. "How are you doing?"
My cock was getting expertly milked as she ran her tongue teasingly over one cheek. What could I say? "I'm ok" with a little whimper thrown in as she went over the head of my cock with a slight twist of her hand.
"Good. That's good, love. Are you ready for more?"
"Yes, alright."
"I'm going to whip you five more times, after each, you will say: I will work harder. Understand?"
"I will work harder..."
"That's right –" WHIP!
"I will work harder!"
"Two," On the left this time.
"I will work harder!"