Can She Control Herself Can He

Ashley and I had been married for four years, and we were still in the honeymoon phase. It was fantastic. We always wanted to be together. Everyday mundane chores were fun because we did them together. We both did thoughtful little things for each other out of the blue. Like plan a week in Yellowstone.

We were on our way home from a week of bison and geysers and all that when a silly sitcom changed our life. I'm serious. We'd found a little hotel, settled in and were unwinding with some TV before we went to sleep. The show that we chose was about a wife discovering she liked to be spanked. Her husband was very reluctant at first. There were the usual silly twists and turns, but it ended with her finding a way to get spanked by other women in an innocent setting. A women's softball league. The whole thing struck me as pretty weird.

We turned the TV off and spooned. I didn't sleep as well as usual. Ashley squirmed a bit that night. Driving home the next day, I thought about that TV show a bit, but still settled on 'weird' and put it out of my head. Until that night. Ashley let me know she was in the mood. We started kissing in the living room. She got up, took my hand, and led me to the bedroom shedding clothes the whole way. I was only a second or two behind her but she was already on all fours on the bed, completely naked. But before I could climb onto the bed she wiggled her ass and said "spank me."

"What?"

"Come on baby, spank me. I want to know what it feels like!"

"I'm not hitting my wife."

"That's not what this is, it's just a fun little game."

"I -- I don't think I'm comfortable with this."

"Okay, okay, then just come on."

We had sex, and as always I made sure she enjoyed it just as much as I did. She quivered and moaned just before I filled her. Spooning afterwards I congratulated myself on dodging that uncomfortable bullet and still pleasing Ashley.

That bubble burst a few nights later. She was ready to go again, and this time she bent over the side of the bed. She turned her head to look me in the eye and said "spank me! I've been a bad girl, I need to be punished. Please baby? I'll beg if that's what it takes."

This again? She's not giving up. Well, spanking isn't really hitting, and she's asked for it repeatedly. Fine, just this once.

"Get ready."

"Ooooh, thank you baby. Spank your bad girl!"

I swung back and brought my palm down on her cheeks. Ashley quivered and moaned a bit. "Another."

I did it again.

"Another. Harder."

I did it again, a bit harder. She seemed to be enjoying it. It just didn't make sense.

"Please baby? Another? I'm such a bad girl!"

No, she wasn't. But once more... wouldn't hurt? I spanked her again.

"Come on baby, punish me!" She moved her feet out, lowering her ass a bit. It also opened up her thighs, and I got a great view of her beautiful, lightly furred pussy. Enough of this, I needed her.

"Spank me -- oof!" she said as I slid myself in. Wow, she was wet! It felt great. She seemed to need something extra, so I stroked her breasts and then started playing with her nipples. I rubbed her clit wit one hand, and the other went back and forth, lightly pinching her nipples. I was watching to see if she liked that when she grabbed my hand and forced my fingers to pinch her harder. Much harder. She moaned loudly, said "fuck yes, hurt me!" and orgasmed. It felt amazing being inside her while she came, and seconds later I was there too.

"Wow -- pant -- wow -- Josh -- that was -- pant -- amazing!"

"Really? You didn't mind the pinching?"

"Mind it? Didn't you feel me -- baby, you want me to be happy, right? Enjoy our sex?"

"Of course! Don't you enjoy it?"

"So much. But I think I'd enjoy it even more if you weren't so gentle. I won't break baby. You won't hurt me. Not really."

"I don't want to hurt you at all! You're my wife, I adore you!"

"That's so sweet Josh. But I want you to be more forceful. You're a strong guy, show me. Be my tiger."

Holy shit, she was fingering herself! What was going on here?

Well, the next thing that was going on was a blowjob! I blinked in amazement as her mouth moved towards me. She'd never done this before! Sure, she'd given me her mouth, but never after we'd already had sex! I was so shocked, I just laid back and let her suck.

She took me deeply into her mouth from the start. She took me out of her mouth now and then to talk to me.

"I need it rough baby. Rough. I'll be oh so grateful, too" she said before plunging back down.

"When I'm a bad girl I need you to punish me" and again, right back down her throat. Bad girl? She was wonderful!

"Be my big strong aggressive MAN!" she said, and then went into overdrive. It felt amazing. Soon I was cumming, and she kept her lips sealed tightly around me. The suction made me cum much more than I'd expected, since we'd already had sex once. It felt amazing. She even swallowed me! I was a wreck. We curled up together and slept like the dead.

I kept thinking about this over the next day or two, wondering where this had come from. If she needed this, I was going to step up. I'm her husband.

It didn't take long before my chance came. Ashley poured some wine after dinner, disappeared and came back to the living room in a sheer, lacy thing I'd never seen before.

"I got this today. Do you like it? I hope so. But Josh, I wasn't a good girl. I didn't close the door all the way when I tried this on. Someone could have seen me. Isn't that naughty? I'm such a naughty girl. What are you going to do to me? Are you going to punish your naughty little wife?"

"What!? Ashley, you need to be more --"

She put her finger on my lips. "Calm down tiger, just pretend. You need to punish me. I've been a bad girl, and I need my big strong man to teach me a lesson."

Oh. Okay, here we go.

"You are a bad girl. Bend over."

"Ooo, yeah baby, are you going to spank me?"

"Bend over and pull down your panties."

"I'm not wearing any panties" she said as she bent over the couch. It was obvious that she wasn't kidding about that.

"Oh, okay. Well, here comes your punishment you bad girl!" I spanked her cheek. Ashley went "mmm" and wiggled her bottom. I spanked the other cheek.

"Harder baby."

I gave her five or six more slaps, a little harder each time. I could smell her arousal. It was too much to take. I dropped my pants and entered her. She sighed with pleasure as she felt me fill her body. After several strokes I rolled her to the side, putting her on her back on the couch.

I was back inside her, sliding in and kissing her. "I love you baby. I know you're not really a bad girl. I hope you enjoyed your spanking though. I love youuuuu!" I emptied myself inside my wife. It felt amazing. She wrapped herself around me, gripping me with her legs.

"Wow, that was amazing babe. Wow. Did you enjoy your little spanking, my bad girl?"

"It was nice -- thanks love."

A few nights later, she poured the wine again. This time she was still dressed.

"Listen Josh, I love you. I'm going to go put that nightie on again in a few minutes. But can you do something for me?"

"Sure baby, anything."

"Be rougher?"

"Rougher?"

"Spank me harder. Tell me I'm a bad, bad girl. You can be sweet way after we're done. While we're fucking I need you to show me you are in charge. Take charge of me. Aggressively. I need you to own me."

"Own you? Ash, I really --"

"Come on, it's just a game, and you know how hot this stuff gets me."

"Ashley, you've been like this every time recently. I want to make love to my wife. My sweet, loving little wife."

Ashley looked at me, then smiled and got undressed. I kissed her, hugged her tight, and felt her beautiful womanhood. I rubbed it, teased it, licked my fingers and teased her some more. I led her to the bedroom, stretched her out, and she opened her legs for me. I was deeply inside her right away, telling her how amazing she was, how much I loved her and treasured her. It was wonderful. It felt like a breakthrough in a way. You know what, I guess it was.

Things went back to normal. I was so relieved. Ashley was her old wonderful self, we made love whenever either of us wanted to, and I was really happy.

A few months later she was feeling frisky and I undressed her. I almost fell over when I noticed that the gentle, soft wisp of hair between her legs was gone. Completely gone. I was shocked, but I loved it. She'd found a way to be even more naked for me. It was intoxicating. I dragged her off to bed and did something I'd never done before. I kissed her. Where she was shaved. The smell, the taste had me high as a kite. She squirmed under me, grabbing my head and my hair and babbling about how good it felt.

After a few minutes her body went rigid and she quivered, panting in a breathy rush of intense sensations. When she caught her breath she started begging for me to make love to her.

"I need your dick baby -- fuck me! Put your dick in your wife!"

I did. Boy, did I. It felt amazing. I felt even closer to her without any hair in the way. Mine was still in the way of course, but it really did feel different. Better. She was so wet. It was so intense I didn't last very long. She smiled up at me as I gave her my cream.

"Mmm, did you like that baby?"

"Wow, heck yes -- I bet you could tell, right? So sexy!"

"I'm glad, I'm really glad. Just tell me to and I'll always keep it that way, nice and clean."

"Keep it that way -- if you don't mind?"

"Not at all. You told me to so I will."

Boy I loved her. Not loved, actually -- love.

That all came crashing down three weeks later. We'd been making love more often, and I was loving using my mouth to make her orgasm. She'd stare into my eyes, rock her hips under my mouth and quiver and cum while I licked that gorgeous pussy. She'd started calling it her pussy, and that drove me almost as crazy as the fact that she shaved it.

Then I found a bruise.

Ashley had put on her nightie, and was waiting for me to lick her. At the last minute I decided the nightie was nice but nude was nicer. She squirmed. She wanted to keep it on. When I pulled it over her head I saw why. Time stopped. There was a bruise on her breast. I recognized it -- that was a hickey. On Ashley. On my wife's breast.

"What is THAT?"

She tried to cover her breasts and the bruise. She couldn't cover it and her nipples too.

"Baby, I --"

"Who did that to you?"

"It didn't mean anything, I love you baby but I need it rough, I'm so sorry!" Ashley's face was torn with anguish. She shrank away from me. My mind had no idea how to process this.

My dick was having no such issues.

Without knowing what I was doing, I spun her around, bent her over and with one mighty thrust, I impaled her on the raging erection that had sprung up between my legs. A red monster in my brain was screaming "MINE!" as I took her. As I took her back. MINE.

Ashley gasped and screamed with every animalistic thrust. She really had been a bad girl, an awful wife, and my mind was awash with the desire to show her who she belonged to. My dick was all she needed.

"I'm so sorry baby! I'm sorry! Oh, fuck me! I needed -- oof! -- I needed something, and it wasn't worth it and I'm so sorry oh fuck! I'll never do it again! Fuck!"

I couldn't tell if she was sobbing or gasping from the way my body was using hers. I was picturing a dick right where mine was, and I was pounding the memory of it out of her. Out of me. I was fucking to pulverize a memory I didn't actually have, I suppose.

My hands were gripping her waist so tight when she screamed and came under my phallic invasion. I jammed myself in as deeply as I could and erupted, washing away her betrayal in a flood of my husband-semen.

I eased myself down beside her. Ashley lay for a moment, then turned to take me in her mouth. She'd suck and apologize, suck and beg my forgiveness. I wasn't really thinking straight yet, but it felt great and it was good to hear. When I was sentient enough, I looked down and asked her "how long?"

"A few weeks" she admitted through blurry eyes. I think she wanted to say more, but she was too emotional.

"A few weeks. How many times?"

Ashley sucked deeper while I was asking. She paused, then said "maybe eight or.... Ten."

I let out a soft, angry breath.

"I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry. Please forgive me. I needed to be used. I needed to be -- I'm so sorry. I'll do anything to make this up to you."

A thought occurred to me.

"Is this why you started shaving?"

"Yes" she whispered, and took me back into her mouth.

"Dammit."

"Do you want me to stop shaving?"

"No, I want you to keep doing it just for ME."

"Yes sir."

She went back to sucking. I pulled her up, turned her around and spanked her. I really spanked her. Her ass was red by the time I was done. Then I used her again. She screamed "I love you" when my orgasm set her off.

She apologized again the next morning. I told her "never again," said "I love you" and we moved on. Actually, we made love more often. I think she was offering, hoping every time she bent over, but I didn't spank her again. I wasn't as gentle as I used to be when I was inside her though.

Two months later, it happened again. It wasn't a bruise that time, it was a whiff of cologne.

"Again, Ashley!?"

"What?"

"You know damn well what. You swore you'd never do it again. Who'd you fuck?"

"Josh, I -- I seriously don't know if -- please forgive me!" Ashley started crying. That fog descended again. I pushed her back on the bed, ripped her panty hose and got out my cock.

"Is this what you need? You need hard dick? Fuck, can't you control yourself?"

Ashley stared up at me, regret written all over her beautiful face. But her body was responding to mine. I was ravaging her vagina, going hard and deep and whatever her heart was feeling, her pussy was completely on board.

"I'm sorry baby, I tried -- I'm so sorry, I didn't want to fuck him!"

"Didn't want to? Did the fucking fairy wave her wand at you?"

"No, I -- I -- please forgive me!"

"Who is it?"

"Dave -- you don't know him."

"Same guy as last time?"

"No. Aaaah!"

"So you've fucked two guys since we got married. It is two, right?"

"Yes, just those two. Please, I'm so sorry!"

"You've got -- to stop -- being -- a slut!"

"Yes baby, I'm so sorry, please keep fucking me. Show me you love me baby. I'm so sorry!"

I pounded her, holding her down and taking total control of her body. I couldn't help but picture her under another man, and it fueled a drive that almost knocked us both to the floor. This was MY woman! I humped and pounded and thrust as she screamed and cried and begged me to forgive her, begged me to take her pussy back. I swear one time she even said 'cunt.'

When I'd shot her cheating pussy full of my seed, I laid down. Ashley kissed my chest, begging me to forgive her. She kissed her way down to my wet, creamy cock and submissively began to lick and suck it clean. Wow. I was very, very torn. I was angry, and hurt, and resentful. I was loving the feel of her pretty mouth on my dick. When I was inside her, I felt like an animal conquering a mate. Conquering a woman who was pledged to me?

Well, she was pledged to me, but she was proving she wasn't very good at following through on that promise. Which let me conquer her again. Shit, this was confusing. But it was sex like I'd never experienced it before. Tomorrow I'm going to lay down the law though. What if she breaks it again? A tiny little voice answered 'fuck her harder. That would be hot.' What? This is my wife. Am I going crazy?

The next morning I sat her down and said "Ashley, this has to stop. You're my wife. I love you. You love me, right?"

She was timid and ashamed. She kept her head down, but nodded.

"So end this. I'm serious. You are not to cheat on me again. Look me in the eye and tell me you understand."

"I understand."

"Are you going to obey? Are you going to be my good girl?"

"Yes sir" she said. I barely heard her whispered addendum. "I'll try."

She did try. I think she was a good girl for a few months. Our sex was great.

Especially when I started having dreams about discovering that she's slipped again.

One afternoon I came home and immediately saw something was wrong. Ashley was red faced and wrapped in a big towel. As soon as I shut the door behind me she dropped the towel and turned around. Her cheeks were bright red.

"I'm so sorry baby. I'm so sorry. Please punish me. I tried to be a good girl but he texted me and I couldn't help myself and I sucked his dick before he fucked my pussy oh fuck baby I'm so sorry!"

She sobbed, and bent further and reached back to hold herself open. The animal took over, almost wiping out my mind. I slapped her ass. It must have been sore -- it looked like it would be -- because she jumped and yelped. But she kept herself spread open.

"I deserve that. Please fuck me. I'm so sorry. I need your dick. Make me yours again! Please?"

I did. I speared her on my cock, and she gasped. I thrusted hard and deep, trying to spank her punished cheeks with my crotch. She gasped, then she yelped as I punished her cheating pussy. I gave it to her harder than I ever had. She maintained her grip on the back of her thighs and submitted to the discipline my dick was administering.

"Yes -- yes -- yes -- I deserve this! Please hurt me! Punish me! I'm so sorry! Hurt me! I'm such a slut, I can't help myself!"

"You are a slut --" fuck, I couldn't believe I was talking to my wife like this -- I couldn't believe it was TRUE -- "and I'm being too good to you, shoving my dick in your cheating slut pussy. If this happens again I won't be so good to you. Do -- you -- understand?"

"Yes master, thank you, fuck, please cum inside me, please forgive me, I can't help myself!"

"You'd better!" I said, and started nutting in my cheating wife's pussy.

"I will, thank you thank you thank you oh fuck so much cum!"

When I finished I pulled out and told her "don't move." She looked back over her shoulder at me. I saw regret, curiosity and fear.

I pulled the belt of out of my pants and her eyes got wide.

"Josh, please, I'm so sorry! I know I deserve it, but please, don't -- OW!"

I smacked her ass with the belt. I had control of myself by now -- cumming inside her had taken the edge off.

"We had a talk last time, and obviously that wasn't enough. If you're sorry you'll take this. Are you sorry?"

"Yes sir."

"Count."

"What? I -- I'm sorry, I don't understand."

"Count the strokes. How many have you had?" I asked as I gently brushed her bright red ass with the belt.

"One, sir. OW!"

"How many is that?"

"Two, sir."

"I shouldn't have to ask you every time. We'll start over now that you should grasp the concept."

"OW! One."

"One, sir."

"One SIR. OW! Two. Sir."

"Now you get it."

"OW! Three sir."

"OW! Four sir."

"OW! Five sir."

"OW! Six sir!"

"OWWW! Seven sir!"

"OWWW! Fuck! Eight sir! I'm so sorry sir!"

"OWWWW! Nine sir! Am I earing -- gasp -- your forgiveness sir?"

"OWWWWWW Fuck fuck fuck fuck oh my punished ass! Fuck! Ten sir! Please forgive me sir! If you give me permission I'll suck your dick now sir!"

Well, I had planned to stop at ten anyway, so I gave a dramatic "Hmmm" and then said "permission granted. Suck me, and then do not. Do. This. Again."

When she turned around and knelt before me, her eyes and cheeks were wet. But she didn't hesitate for a second. She took a deep breath, and then a deep dive down my shaft. I stood over her and reveled in the penitent service my cheating wife was giving me. After a few minutes, I reached down and tweaked her nipple.

"You like that?"

"Yes sir." She immediately took me back in her mouth.

"You can play with your nipples and your pussy while you suck."