SMARTS!

by Jay Lawrence

  "Take your panties down, Milly."

  She was still standing there, looking defiantly up at him, challenging him to make her take that shower. She looked such a mess but he still desired her. His cock was already erect. Now, was that the proximity of his wife or the thought of that old spanking book? Interesting. He did believe that he was actually getting aroused by the thought of her plump, squirming rear laid out all pink and quivering and vulnerable across his knees.

  "Oh, you want sex now, do you? After you've been so mean to me! I don't think so."

  Bill knew Milly wanted it as badly as he did. Her fat nipples were already pressing against the thin cotton of her scruffy T-shirt. He knew her pussy would be slick with juice, staining the tiny little translucent panties she always wore. Suddenly his cock was rampant, as hard as it had ever been. Milly was wearing a short, inevitably creased cotton skirt. Abruptly, he whirled her round to face the bed, flipped up her skirt and exposed her bottom. She squealed, a blend of indignation and pleasure. He had to teach her a lesson. But, by God, he wanted her too. Her bottom was quite large, with lush round curves. Plump as she was, it was still a very attractive bottom. She stood quite still, waiting for him to make a move, expecting him to pull down her panties and enter her from behind. Slowly, almost ceremoniously, he eased down the skimpy pink chiffon panties that had coated her delicious rear as softly as the skin on a peach. "What a nice behind you have, Milly. Even if you have been eating too many apple fritters."

  Milly mumbled something unintelligible and pushed her ample buttocks up towards Bill. All those extra calories had added a nice cushiony layer of wobble, just perfect to absorb the impact. Bill raised his right hand then noticed, to his amusement, that Milly had left one of her fluffy turquoise slippers near the foot of the bed. He picked it up and examined the sole. Nice and smooth and flat with a bit of give to it. Excellent. Milly was moaning, thrusting her excited bottom at him, desperate to feel his solid cock deep inside her pussy. Well, not just yet. Bill grasped the slipper by its upper and brought the sole down sharply against his wife's behind. The effect was quite remarkable.

  "OW!"

  She was shocked to the core, twisting around and staring up at him with wide, alarmed eyes. Roughly, he held her down with his free hand and continued to administer the punishment spanking. Slap, slap, slap went the cheap slipper against Milly's quivering rear. She yelped and squealed in a kind of strange, cat-like accompaniment. Bill discovered, to his surprise and slight shock, that he was actually enjoying himself. Milly's bottom was rapidly turning a bright scarlet. Her hands tore at the messy bedcovers and her feet danced on the thick bedroom carpet as she tried to dodge the sharp smacks but Bill was too strong for her. "Eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen. Your dress size, I believe. Now, spread your legs."

  Unbelievably, she did as he instructed without a murmur. Bill noted the swollen appearance of her pudenda. Dribbles of arousal ran down the well-padded inner contours of her thighs as she opened her legs for him. In a moment he was deep inside her velvety heat, pounding away as if his life depended on it. As he fucked her hard and fast he held her hips, savoring the heat from her well-chastised buttocks. He came in about twenty seconds, almost slipping out of her, so wet was her pussy. "Now lick it clean."

  Milly eyes were strangely vacant, as if she was off on some kind of trip. Like an animal, she crouched on the floor at the foot of the bed and took Bill's semi-erect cock in her hands.

  "Lick it clean. Swallow every last drop or I'll spank you again 'til you do."

  She didn't like to swallow, always spat his semen out when she thought he wasn't paying attention or let it dribble artistically out of the corner of her mouth. Her tongue crept out and tasted his glistening knob.

  "Lick it."

  Bill liked the sound of his voice, ordering Milly to do things. She seemed to like it too for she began to lap at his subsiding cock with her hot wet tongue, soon encouraging it to go for a repeat performance. Bill looked down at his wife, his entire body tingling with pleasurable sensations as she sucked him clean. Her plump pink lips formed a perfect seal around his solid shaft and her blue eyes gazed up at him appealingly.

  "That feels so good."

  He had to watch she didn't take advantage of him again. Every guy is vulnerable during a really good blowjob. He could almost see her thinking "now he'll do anything I want". In fact, Milly really was thinking of how such an obliging sex session must surely deserve a trip to a local restaurant. Her eyes closed in mock submission, the long, doe-like lashes fluttering demurely. The suction eased off. She was getting tired. Normally, it occurred to Bill, he pleasured her for twice as long as she performed halting fellatio on him. He enjoyed licking her pussy but fair was fair. Just because he came as quickly as an express train didn't mean she shouldn't give him plenty of attention. Milly shifted her position and gasped like a fish out of water.

  "My feet are going to sleep. I'm getting pins and needles in my toes."

  "That's too bad, Milly. You haven't finished sucking me off yet."

  "Meanie. You already came and I haven't."

  Bill thought of her swollen, juice-drenched pussy. She must have been pretty close to having an orgasm. He could use her frustration to his advantage. She squirmed about as she reapplied her mouth to his cock with a faint sigh of resignation. He could see the crimson contours of her buttocks protruding beneath her flipped-up skirt. She looked like a total slut and he loved it.

  "Suck my cock, Milly. Suck it like you mean it."

  The big blue eyes beseeched him but he stood his moral ground.

  "Deep-throat me."

  Milly gagged as he pushed eight fat inches towards the back of her throat. It felt so good he didn't care if her respiration was impaired. She could breathe through her nose. The length of his cock was encased in a hot, wet, velvety space. Her tongue caressed the tender under-shaft, drawing tiny figure-of-eights on the smooth, silky skin.

  "Now play with my balls."

  Warm fingers began to stroke and tease his bursting testes. It was almost unbearable but he forced himself to go on in the name of masculine pride. Her scarlet bottom jutted out beneath the short skirt, glowing with the heat from the slipper session. The sight of it aroused him. He hoped it was still tingling. So he was a pervert. Too bad. The sensations mounted to the point he could hardly see straight. Tiny stars seemed to flash before his eyes. He was going to come again, right down his wife's gasping, gulping throat. Instinctively, she pulled back a little, afraid of being choked, and he grasped a large handful of her tousled, unbrushed hair, forcing her to stay in place. The last thing he saw before he climaxed was her pleading eyes. His orgasm was incredible, more powerful than anything he'd experienced before and he knew his excitement was based on something more than the deep throating. It was the control he'd exercised over his wife.

  "That well-spanked tush would look great in skintight pants."

  It was time he took control of Milly's fashion sense. Supple fine leather. Satin and silk. High spiked heels. He would bring new meaning to the term domestic bliss.

  * * * *

  Six months later, there was a very different atmosphere in the young couple's household. Things were looking a lot cleaner for starters. The carpets were vacuumed. The dirty dishes were washed and put away. There were no toothpaste smears on the bathroom mirror or grimy rings around the bathtub. Bill came home each evening to be greeted by the appetizing smell of home-cooked meals, which were promptly served by a charming apparition in mile-high stilettos and a mouth-watering selection of outrageously skimpy outfits. Bill was one happy guy. Meatloaf baked to his mom's special recipe and a voluptuous kissogram girl for dessert. Who could ask for more? Milly had slimmed down a few pounds with the unaccustomed exercise of vigorous housework but still retained the lush curves that had initially attracted him. He didn't like skinny girls.

  Bill's favorite outfit was a pair of ultra-tight super-soft leather pants worn with thigh-high spiked heel boots. The le
ather goods had cost a small fortune but it was a gift that kept on giving. Milly loved being spanked in those deliciously bottom-hugging pants. In fact, "domestic discipline" had become quite a prominent feature of their married life. Each night, before they retired to bed for a prolonged and deeply satisfying sex session, Bill would put Milly over his knees and redden her cheeks until she cried out in an interesting mixture of pleasure and pain. Sometimes he used his bare hand, sometimes the fluffy slipper (which was stingier and therefore better for true chastisement). After each session, Milly would admire her scarlet bottom in the bedroom mirror, gently rubbing her buttocks, savoring the heat and color. Bill had even taken a few digital pictures which they had posted on an Internet website specializing in "spanked wives and girlfriends". His favorite image of Milly, however, was one in which she appeared fully clothed, dressed in her special leather outfit. She had been busy mopping the kitchen floor when he crept up behind her, crouched down and took a picture looking up the divine line of her tall boots to her glorious round leather-coated behind. Her bottom looked like some kind of fetishistic peach, plump and juicy but encased in a fine black, softly shiny skin. The pants were so soft and so tight they almost resembled latex. Milly had to lie on her back and wriggle hard to get into them. With the above-knee, pointy toed, spiky heeled boots, the effect was stunning, irresistible. She had even bleached her hair and had thick ash blonde curls cascading over her shoulders. It was the ultimate makeover.

  Bill liked the leather outfit so much that he even decided to take a video recording of Milly performing various domestic tasks about their house while dressed to thrill. There were scenes of her energetically washing the kitchen floor, her ample bottom jiggling in time to the rhythmic slosh and slap of the mop. The sound of the spiked heels clicking on the hard kitchen floor made him hard as he attempted to focus on the task at hand. On the stairs, bending forward to brush up some fluff; in the bathroom, bending down to polish the taps; in the bedroom, bending over to straighten the sheets... There was a definite theme and that theme was bending over, while encased in an ebony second skin, teetering vulnerably on the highest stiletto heels. Bill became quite a bottom connoisseur.

  * * * *

  One fine spring day, Milly was busy bottling some cucumber pickles when there was an unexpected knock at the door. Normally, she was very careful to be suitably dressed in "regular" clothes if expecting a visit from family or friends. Cautiously, she peered through the blinds in the sitting room, trying to catch a glimpse of the caller. It appeared to be two men. One carried a sports bag, the other a bulky shoulder bag. For some inexplicable reason, Milly felt nervous. Her heart began to beat a little faster. Pulling on a baggy calf-length cardigan to hide her risqué pants, she tottered to the front door and opened it just a crack.

  "Yes?"

  "Milly Brown?"

  Milly's heart seemed to be doing flips in her chest. There was something about the two men that didn't feel quite safe. She nodded, involuntarily clasping the old woolen garment around her as if it could provide protection from a sudden attack. One of the men reached in his jacket pocket and pulled out a business card.

  "I'm Jason and this is Ethan. We're from Juiced Up Productions. Your husband sent in an amateur video of you, Milly, and we enjoyed it so much that we're here to do a professional one."

  Milly stared at the guy called Jason. He was quite good looking in a very smooth, clean kind of way. Ethan had minimal hair and a square jaw. He smiled encouragingly. Milly took a small step back into the hall and almost fell over as her spiked heel caught in the hem of the outsize cardigan. She hopped a couple of times, awkwardly disentangled herself then blushed a deep crimson.

  "My husband isn't here right now. I'll have to call him and check that what you're saying is true."

  Ethan laughed. "Oh, come on, lady. Could we make that story up? You're wearing the outfit we've seen in your video and very nice it looks too. Let us in. We promise we're not muggers or rapists."

  "We're just two ordinary guys trying to make a living doing something extraordinary," added Jason, shifting the weight of the shoulder bag, which Milly presumed must contain recording equipment. Despite her better judgment she unhooked the chain and allowed them to enter. They seemed to be telling the truth.

  "Nice place you got here, Milly. Obviously, all that housework pays off."

  Milly blushed, suddenly feeling almost guilty.

  "Thank you, um, Ethan. I do try. I suppose I should call Bill now and just check–"

  She reached for the phone on the hall table but Jason intercepted her, coolly grasping her wrist. Milly looked up at him in horror, too frightened to utter a sound. Her instinct had been correct.

  "Lock the door, Ethan and close all the blinds."

  Milly watched in terror as her avenues of escape were closed off. Jason maintained a steely grip on her arm and she could feel her pulse beating against his powerful fingers like a moth ineffectually throwing itself against a lighted window.

  "There must be some mistake. You can't do this..."

  Jason smiled. "Why not, lady? You didn't mind your kinky, leather-covered booty being plastered all over the Internet. Bootslave dot com – remember? Slaves don't have a choice. They do what they're told. That's the game."

  Milly swallowed hard as Ethan approached. She could smell their bodies, faint hints of perspiration, an unmistakably masculine scent of power and lust. Ethan moved behind her and flipped up the old cardigan, exposing her leather-clad rear. He placed the palms of his hands over her buttocks and squeezed firmly, as if testing melons for ripeness.

  "Ooh, that feels good, baby. What a derriere."

  Jason's hands clasped both Milly's wrists and she moaned softly.

  "Please don't do this. I don't want to be raped!"

  Ethan pressed his lips against the back of Milly's neck and she shivered violently. "Who said anything about rape, Milly? Rape is a crime. All we want to do is take some video of your sweet leather-wrapped ass."

  Jason opened the bulky bag and took out a small video camera while Ethan held Milly captive, his strong arms clasped tightly around her waist. She could feel his swollen cock pressing against her bottom, easily discernable through the fine layer of soft leather. To her shock, she discovered that she was aroused. The wispy thong beneath her pants was saturated. Ethan removed her cardigan and she shivered again as the cool air rushed over her exposed skin. She was only wearing a tiny little T-shirt and no bra.

  "To the kitchen."

  The two men maneuvered Milly into the kitchen and directed her to bend over the sink.

  "Pick up the dish-mop and pretend to wipe some plates."

  It was like some perverse sort of nightmare. Milly did as she was told, going through the motions of cleaning some dishes as the camera whirred. Were they truly not going to hurt her? How could she be sure they wouldn't?

  "Bend forwards a bit more and stick out your ass. That's it. Nice."

  Tears of humiliation prickled Milly's eyes. And yet there was something else happening. The slick place between her thighs was beginning to pulse gently with pre-orgasmic excitement.

  "Spread your legs a bit more. Let us see those thigh-high boots. Good job, Milly."

  Milly's mind whirled with the conflicting impressions it was receiving. Something within her desperately wanted, even needed to do just as the men instructed. What was it that Bill had said about her being submissive at heart, of requiring direction? It was as if she simply couldn't say "no". Her pussy was swollen and tingling, ready for a spanking.

  "Hot ass, girl! Big, plump and juicy."

  Milly wasn't sure which one of the guys had spoken but she turned, suddenly swaying almost drunkenly on the high stiletto heels. She desperately wanted them to fuck her, both of them. Her heart jumped when she saw that Ethan had unzipped his jeans and was leisurely stroking his erection. He sat on a chair at her kitchen table, coolly masturbating, his eyes fixed on her, a wicked smile playing about his lips. Her nipples were ri
gid in the tiny T-shirt, pushing hard against the thin cotton cloth.

  "Nice tits, too." It was Jason who spoke. Carefully, he laid the video camera on the table and began to unbuckle his belt. Milly's body responded to the soft clink with a visceral surge, the result of several months of regular domestic discipline. Butterflies danced in the pit of her stomach and she grew wetter than ever. Mutely, she watched Jason slide the belt out from his pants.

  "You really want this, don't you, Milly?"

  Unable to speak, Milly simply nodded, her heart thumping steadily. Ethan continued to massage his solid shaft. Jason stroked the edge of his belt with the tip of one finger.

  "Tell me how much you want this."

  Milly swallowed hard. Her eyes moved from Ethan's crotch to Jason's hands and back again. Her breasts were tingling along with her pussy. She was as horny as an alley cat in heat.

  "I want it." Her voice sounded pale pink in the quiet room and she instantly flushed with embarrassment. The guys laughed. Ethan didn't miss a beat, rhythmically massaging his cock. His fingers were broad and strong-looking. Then, without taking his eyes off Milly, he tucked his swollen shaft back inside his jeans, slowly zipping up the fly over the solid mound of his erection. Milly licked her lips as if at the thought of forbidden fruit.

  "I want you."

  Jason raised an eyebrow in mock surprise. "What? Both of us? Or just one of us?"

  "Both of you."

  She couldn't believe she had said it. It was true, however, she really did want them both, together, at the same time.