by Thianna D
Kirsty stared. Did he really mean to say that his housewife fantasy consisted of her doing actual housework? That was beyond kinky, surely.
Still, she shrugged inwardly, tonight was all about fulfilling his fantasies. If he wanted to watch her scrub a bunch of dirty dishes, then so be it. She moved towards the sink.
“Do you have an apron to put on?” asked Logan.
“Drat, no,” said Kirsty, crestfallen. Why hadn’t she bought a frilly apron? It would have finished off her 1950s housewife look perfectly. She felt quite annoyed at herself.
Logan didn’t seem to mind. “No matter,” he said, walking towards her. “It would be a shame if you got your pretty dress all wet, though.” He made a twirling motion with his fingers indicating that she should turn round. Kirsty complied and he unzipped the dress at the back then pulled the dress down her body, supporting Kirsty as she stepped out of it. Folding the dress over his arm, he looked her up and down and smiled.
* * * * *
Logan felt his cock stiffen as he looked at his beautiful girlfriend.
She stood in front of him wearing a 1950s bra and high-waisted Bettie Paige-style panties, a garter belt, stockings and three-inch high heels. He had to admit that she looked absolutely amazing.
He decided to ignore his increasingly stiffening erection for the moment and concentrate on watching Kirsty. He loved the fact that she had wanted to take part in this role-play situation for him. The role of the perfect housewife was so different from her usual way of doing things. He was enjoying it immensely. He felt like Rock Hudson.
He sipped his coffee and watched her get on with the washing up, watching the adorable jiggle of her beautifully shaped ass as she scrubbed the meatloaf tin.
When she finished, he sidled up to her. “Okay,” he said. “Move over. I want to check that you’ve done it properly.”
Kirsty’s mouth dropped open. Logan suspected that she was going to say something in response but she managed to bite it back.
He picked up the martini glass and held it up to the light. He tutted. “You know what? I don’t think these have been cleaned properly at all. I suggest you do it over.”
This time Kirsty obviously couldn’t control her outrage. “You have got to be kidding me. I am not doing the washing up a second time.”
“Are you disobeying me, sweetie?” Logan asked.
Kirsty opened her mouth and then closed it again. She was obviously not quite sure how to play it.
He figured he would help her out. Running his finger around her thigh and underneath the elastic of her panties, he said softly, “Do you know what happens to naughty little housewives who disobey their husbands?”
“No,” squeaked Kirsty.
“They get their disobedient little backsides spanked.”
He heard a contented sigh from Kirsty and chuckled. Taking a wooden spoon from the neatly stacked pile of dishes that Kirsty had just done, he wiped it across his pant leg to dry it and then used it to point to the kitchen countertop.
“Bend over,” he commanded.
Kirsty hesitated for just a moment which gave Logan the perfect opportunity to bend her over the countertop himself. He placed his hand firmly between her shoulder blades enjoying the way that she completely allowed him to guide her. When he was satisfied that she was in the position in which he wanted her, he drew his arm back and administered a swift stinging blow with the wooden spoon to the seat of her knickers.
She yelped slightly and he rained half a dozen further blows on her backside. Why hadn’t he added wooden spoons to his spanking arsenal before, he wondered? It was a very satisfying implement to wield. Smaller and lighter than the paddle, it delivered a nicely stingy blow to a relatively small surface area. He was sure that Kirsty was feeling each and every one of those swats very keenly indeed. There was a good reason why the wooden spoon was a classic, he decided. Still, he reasoned, he couldn’t judge the effectiveness very well over those adorable panties. And loath as he was to divest her of her delightfully prim and deliciously naughty undergarments, they were just going to have to come down.
It’s a good thing I know that the view underneath is even more delightful thought Logan as he put down the spoon and hooked his thumbs into the top of the panties. He pulled them down her legs. They were rather more robust than the usual skimpy little numbers that Kirsty wore and it took a bit more work than he was expecting to get them all the way off. But he was nothing if not determined. So assisted by some delightful wriggling on Kirsty’s part, they were soon divested and Kirsty’s delightful bottom was exposed to view.
He was pleased to see that even over her panties, the spanking he had administered had had enough force to render her backside a rosy shade of pink. Not quite pink enough yet thought Logan as he administered a further flurry of stinging blows ensuring that every single inch of her exposed backside would feel the slap of the wooden spoon.
In fact, he decided by the time he had had enough of spanking his girlfriend’s perfect backside, there probably wasn’t a single portion of her ass that hadn’t felt the spoon at least three times. Her cheeks were glowing red and Kirsty was whimpering into the countertop.
“Good girl,” he said, running his hands over her fiery hot rump. He then slid his hand downwards fingering her garter belt and the top of her stockings. “I like this,” he said pulling at one of the elasticated straps and letting it twang back against her thigh. “It frames your ass beautifully.”
“Do you still want me to redo the dishes?” asked Kirsty, her head against the countertop.
Logan chuckled. “Nah,” he said squeezing her punished backside hard enough to make her yelp. “You paid the penalty instead. Do you want to come to bed?”
Kirsty looked coquettishly over her shoulder at him. “I thought you were in charge,” she said.
“I am. But you’re a 1950s housewife. You might want to cry off your wifely duties because of a headache.”
Kirsty smiled. “I don’t have a headache,” she said.
“That’s good. Neither do I.”
* * * * *
Kirsty may not have enjoyed being made to the dishes for Logan’s amusement but she was happy enough to be pulled along by him to the bedroom.
She noted wryly that she had already lost a good bit of her costume by this point. Her dress and knickers were left behind in the kitchen. She just wore her bra, her garter and suspenders, and her three-inch highs.
As they entered the bedroom, Kirsty bent down to undo the ankle straps on her shoes.
“You can leave those on,” said Logan, his voice sounding gruffer than normal.
She moved her fingers away quickly from the ankle straps as Logan guided her towards the bed. “Get up on the bed on your hands and knees,” he instructed her. Kirsty did as she was told, scrambling onto the bed and positioning herself so that her exposed ass was facing towards Logan. She heard a sharp intake of breath behind her and then the sounds of buttons being unpopped and a zipper coming undone as Logan removed his shirt and work pants. He knelt behind her on the bed and stroked her backside softly. “Your butt really has gone the most perfect shade of red,” he told her. “I am going to have to make use of that wooden spoon more often.”
Kirsty let out a noise that was a cross between a whimper and a sigh.
Logan’s finger trailed over her backside and then down her thigh, stroking her flesh through the silky material of her stockings. “These can definitely stay on,” he said. “Although the bra can come off now. I do like to look at your beautiful rack when I fuck you.” He leant over her and unclipped her bra at the back so that it fell onto the bed. Her position on her hands and knees meant that her breasts hung down from her body, making them look larger than usual. Kirsty first thought was to feel self-conscious at the way they hung down from her body but as Logan took them in his hands caressing and squeezing them appreciatively, she ceased to feel self conscious and just enjoyed the way her man made her feel so absolutely adored.
Once he was completely naked, Kirsty moved to touch his engorged cock. However, Logan stopped her hand with his own.
“Did I give you permission to move out of position, Kirsty?” he asked.
Kirsty blinked up at him. “Um, no. Sorry,” she said. Then “sir” she added for good measure.
Logan let out an exaggerated sigh. ”I can’t believe I’m going to have to give you another lesson in obedience so soon after the last one. Go and fetch your hairbrush.”
Kirsty scrambled off the bed and went to fetch her hairbrush. She knew exactly the one he meant. It was wooden and wide and heavy. It had the name “Lorelei’s” across the back.
He hadn’t used it on her bottom before but she knew that that was suddenly about to change. Logan was sitting on the edge of the bed. He was still fully naked. His engorged cock bobbing against his washboard stomach. He held out his hand for the brush and Kirsty passed it over to him. “Get over my lap, you disobedient little minx,” he said.
Despite the fluttering of butterflies in her stomach, Kirsty complied happily. This really was her very favorite place to be, she thought as she lay across Logan’s lap, her upper body resting on the bed. No matter how hard the spanking was going to be – and Logan always spanked hard – Kirsty never felt safer – or more special – than when she was upended over his knees for a spanking.
* * * * *
Logan felt a swell of pleasure at the prospect of spanking Kirsty all over again.
The first few swats of the hairbrush were almost gentle as he spanked lightly and steadily across her buttocks in a steady tattoo. He moved from one cheek to another up and down her body in a constant rhythm, the strength of the swats increasing after a minute or so. Kirsty wriggled as the force of the blows increased, the blows coming hard enough to make her mewl in protest as they connected with her tender bottom, already well punished from her previous two spankings that evening. He paused in his spanking and rubbed her glowing cheeks gently with his hand.
Then he spanked her, covering her backside thoroughly and delivering the occasional swat to her upper thighs just above the tops of her stockings which made Kirsty yelp.
When her backside was reddened and thoroughly warmed, he put down the hairbrush and ran his fingers over her butt cheeks enjoying the feeling of heat radiating from her punished backside.
“You look amazing,” he said, softly. “Thanks for doing all this for me tonight. It was a lovely surprise.”
Kirsty gave a little derisive snort of laughter. “I’m not sure it was the best idea I’ve ever had,” she said. “I don’t think I have ever been spanked as frequently as I have by you this evening.”
Logan laughed and swatted her bottom with a light pat. “Yeah. That’s what will happen if you turn me on as much as this. The sexier you are, the more difficult it is for me to fight the urge to bend you over a give you a darn good spanking.”
Kirsty looked back over her shoulder at him. “You’re a brute,” she said, with a wide, wicked grin.
“You better believe it,” said Logan. “And I haven’t finished with you yet. Up you get. I want you off my lap and lying on top of the bed in the next thirty seconds.”
Kirsty scrabbled to comply quickly with Logan’s command. He wasn’t sure if it was because she was still in a submissive frame of mind or if it was just that she was in serious need of a damn good fucking and wanted to ensure that it happened as quickly as possible. Quite frankly, either of those options were just fine with him.
She lay on her back on the bed wearing nothing but her garter belt, stockings and high-heeled shoes. Hell, she looked hot. He was in serious danger of unmanning himself before they had even started.
Positioning himself above her, he pushed his rock hard cock into the inviting folds of her pussy. Kirsty groaned in pleasure as he did so and wrapped her legs around him. Logan knew that he really needed to take it slowly at this point if the whole thing was going to last more than a couple of seconds, and given the trouble that Kirsty had gone to on his behalf – not to mention the admirable way in which she had received her spankings – he really didn’t want to disappoint the lady.
He thrust his cock deep within her, pulling out almost entirely before reentering her and thrusting deeply once more. Kirsty moaned in pleasure, and a wide grin spread across her face showing that she was clearly loving the feel of Logan’s cock inside her. Logan took his time, making his thrusts long and hard and relishing the feeling of being inside his smoking hot girlfriend.
Kirsty’s moans became more pronounced as Logan’s movements were clearly hitting all the right buttons. He felt her shudder beneath him and then freeze as her face contorted into an expression of agony and delight. Damn, he really liked looking at her cum face. It was an absolute picture. Satisfied that he could now focus on his own pleasure without feeling like he had shortchanged her, Logan increased the speed of his strokes, thrusting again and again into her tight little pussy and feeling the need for release build and build within him. With the moment of release, he lost all thought and reason entirely; just an overwhelming feeling of satisfaction as his cock exploded and he pumped his hot cum deep inside of her.
When he was utterly spent, he collapsed on top of her, sweaty and utterly satiated. He then rolled over to lie beside her and ran his fingers gently over her pussy. While he was pretty sure she had achieved an orgasm during sex, she was still wet as hell down there and arched her back appreciatively in response to her touch. Knowing Kirsty, and thought Logan as he deftly moved his fingers amongst the folds of skin lightly brushing her clitoris, in this particular regard I definitely do know Kirsty, she was more than ready for another orgasm.
He fingered the hard nib of her clitoris while pushing against the opening of her vagina with his other fingers. She bucked in pleasure at his touch. Her body really was beautifully responsive, thought Logan. It was such a pleasure to elicit the reactions that he did from it. He pushed and rubbed and worked his fingers against her delectable folds pushing her further and further into overwhelming pleasure. Kirsty grabbed wildly at the sheets, at her hair and at him as she struggled to find some way to focus them over the powerful feelings of sexual release that she was experiencing. Her gasps of pleasure were music to his ears. He enjoyed playing with her body in this way, teasing and satisfying her. He found he could elicit the most marvelous reactions.
He removed his fingers as she lay on the bed, flushed and happy looking and looking to be absolutely spent. “You okay there?” Logan asked tucking her hair behind her ear with his hand.
“Mm,” said Kirsty happily. “I do like it when you do that.”
Logan chuckled. “I can tell,” he said.
* * * * *
Kirsty woke and blearily wondered why her feet felt so uncomfortable. She opened her eyes and realized that she and Logan had both obviously fallen asleep in their happy relaxed post-sex state. She was still wearing the 1950s style kitten heels and the straps were beginning to bite into her ankles. She swung round on the bed and unbuckled her shoes letting them fall to the carpet. She then undid her garter belt and peeled off her stockings and, now completely naked, walked through to the bathroom.
She grimaced slightly when she looked in the mirror. Her 1950s perfect wife getup had involved a lot of make-up and a lot of hair product to get the perfect look. Now after a bout of spankings and sex and sleep, neither her hair nor her mascara streaked face were looking at their best.
She took a cleansing wipe and started to wash the remains of her makeup off. She wondered if she could be bothered to w
ash her hair at this time of night. The hairspray and styling mousse she had put into it earlier had made for the perfect 1950s bouffant ‘up-do’ but now they had just conspired to make her hair a sticky, clumpy mess. A shower was exactly what she needed, she decided. Even if it was – she quickly checked the bathroom clock – two o’clock in the morning.
She had just finished rinsing her hair clean when Logan stepped into the bathroom and poked his head around the shower curtain. “You okay there?” he asked.
“Yeah, just washing all the styling muck out of my hair,” said Kirsty over the sounds of the running water. “Sorry – didn’t mean to wake you.”
“You didn’t. Don’t worry,” said Logan as he stepped into the shower to join Kirsty. “Here, let me do that for you.” He took the shower attachment that Kirsty had been holding and held it above her head to rinse the conditioner out. When he seemed satisfied that her hair had been washed through, he turned off the shower and kissed Kirsty gently on the neck. As they stepped out of the shower together, Logan took one of their big fluffy towels and wrapped it around Kirsty and then wrapped a second one around her head.
“I thought I was supposed to be waiting on you hand and foot this evening,” smiled Kirsty.
Logan wrapped a towel around his waist. “Nah, that was yesterday. We’re back to being regular Logan and Kirsty now, I reckon.”
“So you don’t want me to try to be the perfect 1950s wife all the time?” asked Kirsty as the pair of them walked back into the bedroom.
“No, I don’t think so. Even if you were capable of it, it would be pretty exhausting.”
Kirsty giggled.
Logan continued. “I just want you to be whoever you want to be. I think we get along pretty well most of the time, don’t you?”