Reciprocity

She felt elated. She had been wet for days in expectation for what was to come. She felt dripping from her slit with little pulses radiating heat just behind the small and private mouth between her legs. The only thing she needed to do was to stand and go through what was to come first. And that was going to be tough. But afterwards she would get what she wanted.

He had been very clear to her. There were definite strings attached to their affair. They would stay with their respective spouses and would not endanger the future of their kids in any way. Their relationship should stay secret. In order for that to be feasible she should keep her explosive character in check. Her unwieldy emotional outbursts should be restrained. He would take care of that. She didn't have to be subservient, but she should be obedient. If she would not behave he would punish her, forcefully. And she would submit. She loved him too much even to consider refusing. She wanted his love more then anything else. She would give him everything to prove it.

Of course she had faltered. She had been so upset when he had gone away for the weekend with his wife and kids. He had not once mailed or phoned her. For days she had wailed and moaned and she had gone as far as to phone him at home on his return. When his wife had picked the phone she had waited for ten tantalizing seconds. Would she tell her that her husband was hers now? She had put down the phone. Belatedly she realized that he would be furious when he found out. And find out he did. He ordered her to appear at the usual time and place at "their" hotel the next week. Trembling of fear and expectation she had appeared.

He was pushing her to the bed and commanding her to take off her clothes. While she did it he sat down on the chair and looked at her. She slowed down teasingly but hastily removed her panties when he told her with a stern voice that she shouldn't dare to play any games. She did not want to make him more tough with her. What was to come was surely bad enough.

He stood up and sat down alongside her on the bed. It was comfortable in the room, not too hot and not too cold, but she felt a chill all over her body anyway. She got goose bumps all over her breasts and her erected nipples stood out, pointing forward. She trembled when he pulled her wrists and guided her to lay down on his legs. There she laid down, with her belly warm on his legs and her bottom pointing up. She put down her head and closed her eyes, waiting for what was to come. The first tough splash with his flat hand on her left buttock came as a surprise. It was firm and hard. It made her bottom shook and the force of the smack went all through her lower body.

He continued to smack her and she was taken aback by the force of his hands on her behind. The pain started spreading like fire from her bottom through her vagina, creating a weird sensation of mixed pleasure and agony. She had to bite her teeth in order not to cry out. But after a few minutes the punishment became too much. She had to let the tears flow. The pain of the spanking had shaken her to her core. When he finished he asked her sternly if she had learned her lesson. She was flushed with a full red face and an even redder, hot burning bottom. She had to swallow a sob and weakly stammered a soft "yes".

Then he put her tenderly on the bed and started to kiss her cheeks, taking her tears with his lips. He rubbed her bottom softly with one hand while stroking her lower lips and clitoris with his other. She felt the burning from her bottom pass and go through her loins. It was if he had opened her. She felt her labia getting soaked immediately. When he went between her legs with his head in order to lick her, the fire burst in her vagina and deep within her belly. She started to moan and to push her pelvis up so he would press his tongue deep inside her. When she felt the pleasure rise she bit on her teeth again, but this time to fight another sort of agony, the rising orgasm building inside her. She should not´t come, not now. Later. When she was ready for him.

She pulled his head up towards her face and they started kissing passionately. She tasted her own juices on his mouth and tongue. She felt all over his body and ended up between his leg. He was hard and long. She opened her legs more so he could come up and together they quickly removed his clothes. When she saw his penis pointing up she knew it was going to happen soon. It made her excited beyond words. She spread her legs more and he moved in position. When she felt him going inside she made the small cry which she had controlled during her torment.

He was pumping very slowly. First just with the head behind the mouth of her vagina. Going a bit up and down, leaving her empty in the back of her wanting opening. Then he started to push forward. He took his penis nearly out and with every push forward he seemed to plunge it deeper and deeper. She started to make small noises while she fought her pleasure. Her sounds intermingled with his heavy breathing. She could not come. Not now, not yet. After a few minutes she felt him getting more tense. He wanted her to go deeper in her. Overwhelmed by the sense of power which the punishment had wrought, he had abandoned all rationality. Like she had expected he had gone inside her not just literally but also mentally, forgetting everything. Forgetting that his penis was deep inside her without any protection.

She had laid down with her legs spread open as wide as possible. He was laying between them with his pelvis locked on hers. Slowly but deliberately she put up her knees. Without him noticing she was pulling him up, taking him in deeper. Finally she had pulled back her knees completely and pulling her heels over his shoulder. Her vagina was pointing now nearly upward, completely absorbing his penis, even a bit of the beginning of his balls. The embrace of her vulva was like the tough grip of her tight, clenched fist around his penis.

Then she felt the tip of his penis touch her womb. It nearly was too much. She almost exploded. But again she kept control. She hold with one hand his bottom, pushing and pulling him deeper into her. With the other hand she felt between her legs, feeling her vagina being invaded by his erect member, which was getting harder and going deeper each minute.

Fighting her pleasure, focussing on his soft moans, she positioned herself for his release. She wanted him to come deep inside her. She wanted his sperm to fill her, to fill up her womb. She wanted to be seeded. She wanted his sperm going into her belly, making her into a full woman again. He was nearly there. She started to talk softly to him, encouraging him to take her, preventing him from coming to his senses. Then he hold his breath. He became absolutely tense and then she felt it.

His penis was pulsating, releasing his sperm deep into her. The head was directly touching her womb so she was filled up, being seeded at that very moment. She let herself come. The orgasm raged through her body. Her vagina contracted in rhythm with his pulsating penis, milking him completely. At that very moment she knew his sperm was being drawn into her womb, filling her belly with a exploding warmth. She knew then that it was spreading, working its way up to her ovum, soon to awake a new seedling.