Wife struggles with self discipline, choosing punishment from hubby to keep her on track.
"Seventeen, oh god, please just fuck me in the ass, ahhh eighteen, please please no more, I promise I'll be good, ahhhhhh nineteen, oh fuck, please twenty, ahhhhh, I'm cumming...."
Glowing handprints marked her upright ass as her body heaved through a violent orgasm. I had also turned the vibe up to max to encourage her convulsions of pleasure.
"You fucking bast... Ahhhhhhhhh I'm cumming again, please turn it down, I can't take anymore..."
Nothing more fun than listening to my wife beg as I lay handprints on her ass. This process is made even more fun by the remote vibe that is lodged in her pussy. She actually hates to be spanked, she obviously loves to cum, so here's how she got herself into this conundrum.
You see, like most married couples we had put on a few pounds and neither of us was too excited about it. Five years in and at my lovely wife's prompting we changed our lifestyle and began weekly gym visits. The end result after the first year was I was in the best shape of my life and Patricia had lost a mere five pounds.
To give you a better picture, Patricia is hispanic, long black hair, 5' 8" with a DD chest and curvy hips. She's what you call girl shaped, but hates her thighs and ass. I love them both. I'm 6'. Blond hair and thanks to Patricia's prompting, now running half marathons.
She was not excited about our weekly weigh-ins and struggled with the discipline to keep the weight off over time. In a fit of frustration, she yelled at the scale "Fuck, I just need someone to take the donuts away and spank me."
I raised an eyebrow. She raised an eyebrow, we were both late for work.
This is where things got interesting. A few days later, half serious, half kidding, I proposed a reward/punishment program tied to her weight loss goals. Drop one pound per week and we're good. Drop two pounds per week and I'm her manservant for the evening including licking her to orgasm and expecting nothing in return.
Gain one pound per week and the opposite would happen, she would service me and see no reciprocation. Gain two or more pounds per week and she would be spanked 10x whatever she had gained. Patricia hates being spanked and this would mean a two pound gain could translate to twenty spankings.
The torment on her face was priceless as she processed my proposal. Her nipples showed prominently through the white blouse she wore and her face was now flushed.
"Fuck it, you're on." announced Patrica with a renewed conviction in her voice.
The first week was exactly what you'd expect, the enthusiasm was at its peak and she dropped three pounds. I spent that Friday night running a bath, lighting candles and licking my wife through three orgasms before she passed out in our bed. Although I needed to cum badly, I was more in love with this woman by the minute.
The next week she dropped two and I spent the day cleaning the house and making dinner wearing only an apron. By the end of the weekend, both my tongue and balls ached. Patrica took every opportunity to enjoy her success, occasionally stroking my cock, but never getting me off. I loved her newfound confidence, even if it came at the price of my orgasms.
By Sunday I needed to cum more than I needed to breathe, and I think Patricia could see it, she pushed her nude body against mine in the bathroom as we got ready for bed. With her hands wrapped around my cock she put her mouth against my ear and whispered.
"Poor baby, look how hard you are, do you need me to stroke your cock and make you cum, is that what you want baby? Remember, this was your game, you were the one that made the rules, did you think I couldn't hold up my end, maybe you were thinking you'd be spanking me and fucking me in the ass as I begged you to stop, is that how this played out in your head baby?"
That last part took me over the edge and I came with a loud groan, shooting all over Patrica's hands and stomach.Not what I had in mind, but oddly hot.
The next week blurred by, Patricia had several off-site meetings and I was working dumb hours on a big project. All week I had received sexy texts outlining my weekend of servitude, the massages I would be giving and how unfortunate it was that I would not be cumming. Patricia seemed awfully confident and I actually stocked up on massage oils.
By Friday we were both ready for the weekend, but made sure to do our morning weigh in.
"Fuck, something must be wrong with the scale." moaned Patricia as she shed what little clothing she had on and got back on the device. Up four pounds is not what she wanted to see.
She glanced over at me with a nervous look in her eyes. "I'm fucked arent I?"
"You are particularly fucked, follow me back int he bedroom and I'll show you exactly how fucked you are"
Patricia stepped off the scale and dutifully followed me, her naked body still glistening from the lotion she had recently applied and her nipples responding to the cool air of the bedroom.
"Honey, can we do this tonight, I'll be late for work?" Pleaded Patricia
"We have fifteen minutes, get on your knees and make me cum and you still make it out on time. If you can't make me cum in that timespan then I finish in your butt, you're late for work and you spend the day with an ass full of cum to remind you of your transgressions."
Patricia's eyes went wide. She knew she had fucked with me enough to warrant a little retribution and it took only moments to resign herself to her fate.
"Is this what you want? Me on my knees in front of you, naked, servicing your cock like a good little wifey? Does my mouth feel good? Mmmmm, yeh baby, cum in my mouth, I promise I'll swallow it all, mmmmmmmmmmm."
