Martha was examining her wardrobe. Tonight, she needed something special for it was their thirty-fifth anniversary. She finally dressed in silk for the night ahead. It was pale peach and the gown was cut up to her thighs on either side, swaying seductively as she walked, with a deep v showing her still upright breasts to their best advantage.
The gown hugged her abundant curves seductively showing off her body. Over this, she placed its matching robe held together with one diamond button. She sat to brush out her hair and to put on his favorite scent passion, for she knew it would be a night of passion. Their anniversaries always were for them.
He waited downstairs in the library. Finally, he knew her bath over, she would be at her dressing table. He removed her present from his desk drawer, and grabbing the champagne and two glasses, he slowly walked upstairs to their suite.
He knocked softly at their door. “Are you ready for me, my love? I have our champagne.
“Yes, my darling, I know how you love to help me brush my hair.”
He stopped inside the door and whistled softly. “You are as beautiful today, as that night so long ago when we consummated our love.
He put down the present and the champagne and walked to her. She handed him the brush and he carefully finished the one hundred strokes she gave her hair every night.
“Do you remember the first time I used this brush somewhere else besides your head my love?”
She reached and patted his hand, turning she smiled into his eyes. “Oh Martin, of course I do. My body still tingles as I think of you pulling me over your knees, my naked rear upturned for only your eyes. Your hands gently rubbing me as you explained you were going to spank me for getting drunk and driving home from the luncheon, I had attended. I was so mad and I fought you, but you were so brave and strong, you continued to spank me until I cried and pleaded for you to stop. I also remember standing in that miserable corner for the first of many times and the wonderful passionate sex we had all the rest of the night.”
He bent and pulled her to him and kissed her sweetly. “Do you still like to be spanked my love?”
She looked at him with wide eyes. “It’s been so long Martin, are you sure?” He smiled and drew her up into his arms and took her to the armless chair that sat in the corner of the room.
He sat down and pulled her over his lap. The long hair so well brushed, cascaded over her head and hid her face from him. He pulled up her gown and revealed her white still firm ass. He bent and kissed it lightly. It was one of his favorite parts of her body. She was always willing, no eager to allow him to plunder her riches there when he so desired. Like he would, tonight but she didn’t know that quite yet.
He swung his hand gently and the soft sound of his slap rang out in the room, then another and another until he heard her first moan. She was a pretty pink, and he reached to dip his fingers into her juices already wetting her beautiful bare pussy. He licked his fingers lightly savoring her delicate taste and picked up the hairbrush. It was time.
“Prepare yourself,” my dear, he whispered into her shell like ear. She reached and held the chair sides and the pop of the brush echoed when it rebounded off her ass. “Oh Martin, she cried out in pain.”
“Your out of practice my dear," he waited until she said, "Go ahead my love.”
He now got serious and in short order, as he counted aloud for her he had hit her nineteen more times. She was now moving her ass up into his swing as he repeated his strikes on the red warm parts he had already hit. He could feel her breathing get short and hard, and knew from her odor she was aroused and ready to come. He took his left hand and rubbing it into her flowing juices pushed into her ass with one finger and then another as he continued to hit her.
Finally she screamed out, kicked, shivered, and moaned “Oh Martin, Oh Martin, I had forgotten how wonderful it was.”
