I wrote this short story a long time ago but just getting around to sharing it now. It's very similar to my wifely duties series, in that the wife is a bit reluctant to start with. Nothing non-consensual, but still wanted to give a heads up that reluctance does play a role in this tale for those uncomfortable with this sort of fantasy.
As always any and all constructive feedback is appreciated.
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"I don't like blowjobs."
The words rang inside Tom's head as he drove home from work.
His wife Dakota had said them days before, during another of their arguments. Tom didn't usually dwell on things as much as he was this, but then again it wasn't often that a guy gets told his wife didn't like to perform one of his favourite things. And he was angry.
Truth be told, it shouldn't have surprised him that much, their once passionate relationship had cooled considerably over the years. He had put that down to real life. Passion didn't sustain itself in a long-term relationship, not to the degree new lovers experienced anyway.
Still, to hear it out loud stung.
Of course, that hadn't been the crux of their argument, but it was the main thing he took away from it. As he sat in traffic getting angrier and angrier, the ugly feeling inside of him built up till he screamed.
The guy in the next car over looked at him like he was crazy, which snapped Tom back to reality. He knew his anger wasn't going to solve anything, so he took a deep breath. What had she actually said, besides not liking blowjobs? His mind wandered back to that night. It had started off with him hinting at wanting sex. She had not so subtly rejected his advances. Which lead to a conversation.
No that wasn't true, he admitted to himself. Dakota had tried to have a conversation and he had reacted badly. He was just so sexually frustrated, which even he knew wasn't a good excuse. He concentrated. What else had she said? When he asked why they didn't have sex more often, she had told him "It's not like I don't think about it a lot too." And then there was something about him "needing to take control a bit more, and initiating things." Of course, that's when he lost it, given he hadn't initiated sex in months because any time he had before then, she shot him down.
It was then that it hit him. She said she'd been thinking about it a lot. "It" being sex. And then her statement about blowjobs, had she been thinking about blowjobs a lot? About him being the one to initiated? About him needing to take control? It all fell into place and Tom was certain he understood. He kicked himself for taking so long to get it but was reasonably confident he knew what he needed to do and immediately set out to test his theory
Twenty minutes later he walked in the door to his house and saw Dakota. His wife. A beautiful, raven-haired beauty, with long curly hair, a nose ring and large, sexy brown eyes. She was almost as tall as he was, and the top she was wearing showed a fair bit of her ample cleavage. Her skirt showed her long legs, and upon seeing her his need to test his theory doubled.
"Hi honey, how was work?" She asked, looking up from the computer she was seated at.
"Fine." He told her. He put his briefcase down and sat on the couch.
"Is something wrong?" she asked.
"Dakota, come over here a second, we need to talk," he told her.
"What is it?" She asked, more than a little concerned as she walked over to him. When she reached him, he moved quickly, grabbing her by the wrist and pulling her down and over his knee before she could react.
"You've been a bad girl," he told her and she swatted her ass.
"Ohh" was all she could say. He swatted her ass a couple more times.
"You've been a very bad girl" he repeated.
"Tom, what's gotten into you?" she asked.
"Sir," he replied.
"What?" she asked.
"You will call me sir," he told her and then spanked her ass again.
"Yes sir," she said with a bit of a giggle.
"And bad girls need to be spanked," he told her and spanked her again. She wiggled her ass a bit, playfully.
"I don't think you are taking this seriously," he told her as he began to pull her skirt up and over her ass.
She was wearing a pair of black, frilly panties. Far sexier then he would have expected for a work day and a pair he had never seen before.
"And why are you wearing these?" he asked her.
"My panties? I always wear panties," she told him.
"Do you always wear ones like these?"
"Umm, no but.." He cut her off, spanking her ass hard, harder than before.
"Ouch"
"So why are you wearing these today?"
"I... I wanted to feel sexy," she admitted.
"For who?"
Spank
"Just for myself."
He spanked her ass hard again. "I don't believe you. Who were you wearing these panties for?"
"No one, I swear."
Spank
"Are you sure?"
Spank
"Yes, Tom. I just, I just wanted to feel pretty."
"You are pretty. very pretty" He caressed her ass. She moaned lightly, enjoying his touch as his fingers touched her feminine lips.
"But..." Spank. "I thought I made myself clear, you are to refer to me as sir."
"I'm sorry, sir"
"I'm sorry too. I'm afraid as part of your punishment, these will have to go" He hooked his fingers around her underwear and began to pull them off. her bare ass was incredible. Tight and tanned.
"Do you feel pretty without any panties on?" She didn't answer right away, so he gave her bare ass yet another good spank.
"Do you feel pretty..."
Spank
"Without any panties on?"
Spank
