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I was laying on the couch watching Bridezilla when my husband came downstairs. He sat near me on the couch, then told me to get across his knee. It shocked me a little, "What?"
"Lay across my knees for me to spank you."
"Ohhh," I shifted to get up. "What did I do to deserve this?"
"You are in possession of a phat, spankable ass."
I loved when Bret took control like that, and he knew it. His description of my ass made me smile so hard, my cheeks got slightly read – not an easy task for a black woman.
"Those aren't the only cheeks that will be red when I finish."
I laid across his lap, and he pushed me back up.
"What's with the clothes?"
I didn't have on much, but I took it off and started to lay back down. He stopped me again.
"Just stand there."
He knows I'm not 100% comfortable with my body, but I did as he told.
"Why didn't I get any pics to my cell today?"
I shrugged.
He swung around and smacked my ass. "Why didn't I get any pics to my cell today?"
I let the sting subside a little, "I knew you were in meetings all day."
"And?"
"I knew it was important, and didn't want to distract you."
He looked at me hard, "You know that's when I like getting them the most. You were scared others would see."
I nodded my head, "A little."
"Then why'd you lie?"
I felt a twinge of fear, "I'm sorry."
Bret tied my hands and ankles together, then pulled me across his lap. His hand came down immediately.
"Owww!"
"Wrong answer," he brought his hand down again.
"I'm sorry!"
"You've already said that."
His hand hitting my bare skin had a cold feeling at first, then warm as the sting spread to my whole ass. I couldn't kick away, or push myself up. His hand on my back kept me from rolling, so I had to take his punishment. "This isn't fair!"
"Want me to stop?"
I didn't want him to stop, "Maybe just lighten up a little?"
He felt my nipples; they were hard. Then he opened my ass cheeks, "You're saying that this isnt fair, but the creamy substance I see and the way your toes wiggle with each slap tell a different story," He brought his hand down again, "Matter of fact, your body's reaction all adds up to one thing." He brought his hand down twice in a row, "Your ass belongs to me!"
After two more slaps, I screamed, "Yes, daddy!"
"Now we're getting somewhere." He untied my ankles, and told me top open my legs. I did as he said, and the cold rush of air I felt told me he wasn't lying about what he saw. I then felt his fingers on my pussy, "So this is why you aren't a good girl? You don't do what I want you to do so I will spank you."
"No, that wasn't it."
He ran his finger between my lips, "Oh really? You're gonna try to tell me you don't like this?"
All I could do was groan.
"You like this, don't you?" his finger hit my clit.
"Ohh, please fuck me."
He moved his hand away, and it came down on my ass, "That's not what I asked you!"
I felt the stirs of an orgasm, and couldn't answer quickly enough. His hand came down again. "I like it!"
"See, you like being disobedient," his hand went back to my pussy."
"Please fuck me, baby," I said a little out of breath. "Flip me over and take out this frustration on my pussy."
"Don't worry, I'll do that and then some, suga, but this is what I want for now." He slid a finger inside me, then rubbed my clit some more," You should see how wet you have my leg. I'm loving your deep grunts and low moans; it's like sweet music to my ears." He brings down his hand on my ass again, "But so are your yelps!" he brought his hand down again. "You have a hell of an ass, and I know you can take it. Can't you?"
"OHHHHHH"
"What kind of answer is that?"
I felt a stronger orgasm building the more he spanked. "Yes, I can take it," I murmured.
"I know you can," he spanked faster.
I squirmed, and felt my clip rub his thigh – which felt fantastic! His spanking actually pushed my clit onto his thigh in this new position.
"Will a get a pic every day now?"
"YES!"
"I don't care if I'm in a meeting or not, I'd better get a body pic of you."
"You will, daddy, yesss!" an orgasm rolled through me, sending off a bell in my head – a bell that sounds like a telephone. I shoot up in bed, and search for the phone when I don't see it on the base. I fish it out from the covers and look at the caller ID. It's Bret.
"Are you all right? You sound out of breath."
"Yeah, I laugh. I'm fine."
"Is the baby all right?"
I put my hand on my belly, "Yes, we're both fine."
"What were you doing?"
I laugh, "Sleeping."
"Sleeping gets you out of breath like that?"
"Well, no."
He lowers his voice, "Then what were you doing?"
I laid back down, "Dreaming."
"Of?"
"You," I check between my legs, and I am wet.
"Was it a good dream?"
"Oh, very good!"
"Will you tell me about it tonight?"
"As much as I remember."
"Good. I hated leaving this morning, but last night was great."
"I totally agree."
"Hey, the shuttle is here to go to the hotel. I say Grier as I was leaving, and I asked him to keep an eye out to make sure you are okay."
I laughed, "I'm sure he jumped at that."
"So he thinks you're cute, that just means he won't let anything happen to you."
"Nothing is going to happen. You're only gone for three days."
"Three long days."
"I love you, daddy."
"Don't be startin' nothing now!" he laughed. "I love you too."
I hang up the phone, and lay there recalling the dream. It was so hot, and so vivid. I close my eyes and rub my pussy as I remember how Bret spanked me – just took absolute control. I open my legs more and push my fingers inside to ride. I know every woman doesn't agree, but I know my orgasms are more intense since I got pregnant. I cum hard thinking about how Bret tied and spanked me, and almost drift back to sleep.
When I got the bathroom, I catch a glimpse of myself as I pass the mirror. After I relieve my bladder, I get my cell phone. I take and send Bret a picture of me in his loose tank top. My swollen nipple is showing through the arm hole because of how I have the top.
It doesn't take him long to respond, "I told you not to be starting nothing!"