by Madison Faye
He nodded. “All right, Kate.”
I smiled at him, leaning up on my tippy toes to give him a kiss. As I did, he ran his hands down my back and squeezed my ass before giving it a smack. How I loved it when he did that.
I broke the kiss and went down on my knees, excited for what was to come. His dick was already leaking little droplets of pre-cum.
“Mmm,” I moaned, as I dragged my tongue from base to tip.
I hungrily took him inside and face fucked myself on his cock. I curled my fingers into the back of his thighs and bobbed up and down, bringing most of it out then opening wide and taking it to the back of my throat. Not all of course, because he was too big for that. I glanced up seeing him staring down at me. He had told me before how hot this was to watch. The needy look in his eyes spurred me to go faster.
When I tasted a few drops of pre-cum in my mouth, I decided to slow down. I didn’t want our play time to end too quickly.
Bringing just the head of his penis into my mouth, I ran my tongue all around it and across the slit as I started to fondle his balls.
“Oh, baby, that feels so good,” he moaned, running his hands through my hair.
His comment made me so happy. Blowjobs weren’t honestly my favorite thing to do. But knowing exactly how turned on and happy I was making my husband and the knowledge that it was because of my actions that he felt this way, made doing this activity so worth it and enjoyable for me.
“Daddy, your cock tastes amazing,” I said, before taking it back into my mouth and sucking hard.
His grasp in my hair tightened, so I couldn’t move my head. He thrust himself into me a couple of times before I felt his seed shoot down my throat. I swallowed every drop.
Once he finished, he put his hands under my arms and stood me up. Once I was on my feet, he pushed me against the shower wall and kissed me. His hands grabbed mine and pinned me, so I couldn’t move.
When we broke the kiss, we were both panting while staring into each other’s eyes.
“What am I ever going to do with you, young lady?”
“Spank me?”
He chuckled. “There’s an idea. Now come on, shower time is done for real and it’s back to bed.”
I groaned. I wanted the fun to continue, but based on the look he sent me, I knew there would be no arguing. When it came to my wellbeing, he was very strict.
He turned off the water, got out first, and dried himself off, before motioning for me to come out. He ran the towel over every inch of my skin, getting all the droplets of water, before leading me to the chair in our bathroom.
When he reached for my comb, I said, “You know, I can brush my own hair. Don’t you have to get ready for work?”
“Nope. I’m working from home today.”
“What? Why?” I asked, turning to face him. He only did that if he or I was sick. I felt fine, so something must be up with him.
“Because I woke up at 5:30 this morning, and my wife wasn’t in our bed. Your side was cold, meaning you’d been up for a while. When I went to find you, you were running like a mad woman. I called your name three times. It wasn’t until the fourth try, with me standing next to you shouting at the top of my lungs, that I finally got your attention.”
Oops. I hadn’t heard him. When I had been working out, I’d been so focused, especially since I wanted to forget about what Jasmine had said to me yesterday and about the nightmares I’d had. “I’m sorry, hon. I got swept up with working out.”
The look he gave me told me he didn’t buy my excuse at all. “First off, babe, in the years I’ve known you, you’ve never gotten up this early on your day off to work out. Second, you hate running and only do it when you have something on your mind, which we will get to the bottom of after your nap.”
“Michael, I really don’t—” I began, but he cut me off.
“Don’t make matters worse for yourself, Kate. I knew something else was up last night besides a recipe not working out. I planned to wait to talk to you about it until this morning and give you a chance to come clean, but I think we’ll have to try a different approach. Now, face forward and let me finish this.”
I did as he requested, knowing exactly what he meant by a different approach and I didn’t want to add to it. One of the few rules he had for me was no lying. If he ever caught me in a lie, which I rarely ever did, I got punished for it.
I sighed. I hated punishment spankings; the smacks hurt more than the ones he gave me when we played. We had talked about this before. He said it was because I wasn’t turned on at all, so there weren’t as many endorphins in my brain to help take away the sting. Plus, he’d wallop my behind a bit harder than when we played. Furthermore, there was the feeling like I had done something wrong and thus disappointed him, which made punishment spankings so difficult. I hated when my husband wasn’t proud of me.
On the bright side, once he was finished, we’d curl up together and he’d tell me all was forgiven. That felt really good. It was like we’d wiped the slate clean. Without getting punished, the guilt from my mistake, and letting him down, would eat at me for weeks.
As much as I hated these very real spankings, I’d take them in a heartbeat over the mental anguish I put myself through otherwise.
To my surprise, he pulled out my hair dryer and dried my hair. In no time, he was guiding me back to bed.
A quick glance at my clock told me it was 6:45. I didn’t feel tired at all so I wasn’t sure how I was going to be able to sleep.
Michael got into bed on his side and pulled me flush against him. “Close your eyes, honey.”
“I’m not tired,” I murmured.
“Yes, you are. I felt you tossing and turning for a good portion of the night and this was before you got up for your crazy run. Just relax and catch a few more zzzs.”
“All right.”
I really didn’t think I would be able to, but I did as he asked, closing my eyes and in no time, I was out like a light.
Chapter Four
The midday sun high in the sky streaming through my window woke me. Wow, I guess Michael was right, I had been tired earlier. When I turned onto my side, my husband was nowhere in sight.
I rolled out of bed and started to look for him. I ended up finding him downstairs in the living room. He had his laptop open and his cellphone in the crook of his neck. He appeared busy, so I went into the kitchen to grab something to eat.
The fridge was stocked with plenty of meals he had pre-made earlier in the week, but nothing sounded appetizing to me right now. Instead, I pulled out eggs, some cheese, and ham. Scrambled eggs for lunch would do just fine.
In no time at all, I had the eggs cooking in the pan. I was mixing them with my spatula when two arms wrapped around me from behind.
“Hey, babe,” Michael greeted me, kissing the back of my neck, which sent chills down my spine. It felt like all my nerves lit up when he did that. On top of that, being trapped in his arms was a great feeling. I felt so safe and like nothing would ever be able to hurt me when I was in this position.
“Hey, yourself. Would you like me to make you some eggs too?”
“You know how much I love anything you make. But hon, it doesn’t appear you’ll need to make any extras. There’s already so much in the pan.”
He was right. I had expected him to want some of what I cooked, so I’d intentionally made extra.
“I had a feeling you’d like some,” I said, turning to smile at him.
“Thank you, sweetie.” He kissed my cheek and went to go set the table. A part of me wanted to tell him to come back because I missed the contact between us, but I knew it’d be crazy to do that. We couldn’t be touching all of the time.
A couple of minutes later, I scooped heaping portions of what I’d made onto matching plates and we took our seats at the table and dug in.
“Mmm, once again, Kate, you’ve made an absolutely delicious plate of scrambled eggs.”
I could feel my cheeks heat up at his complimen
t. “Thanks.” I wasn’t the best cook when it came to fancy stuff, but I made yummy scrambled eggs if I do say so myself.
We sat for a few minutes in silence, each of us focused on eating. When I was about halfway through, I asked, “How’s your work going today?”
“Not bad,” he said, taking a quick sip of his juice before adding, “We’re thinking about acquiring this new company and I’ve been on the phone with them all day getting all of the facts before my boss makes a final decision.”
My husband worked for a tech company. He had already been employed there before we met, so he’d been there for a long time. I always forgot what his job title was, but from what I understood he was the company’s researcher before they purchased a new group. It was a very important job from my understanding because he did all the investigative work. He was the one who advised his boss if some place would benefit their company or if it wouldn’t.
“And do you think this place will be a good addition to your work?”
“Ehhh, there are pros and cons to it, but yes, I do. It’s a pretty tiny tech company. There’s only a dozen people working there, but from what I can see they all seem to know their stuff. They don’t have that great of an ability to talk to people about what they do, so that’s why they’re suffering.”
I knew exactly what he meant. The couple of times I had to go into a place for tech support, it seemed like all the employees were very shy. Michael had been there with me and explained that the workers were basically geniuses when it came to computers, but since they spent so much time behind a screen, they didn’t develop the best social skills.
I placed my hand over his and sent him a big smile. “I’m sure you and your company will help them out.”
He smiled back at me and asked, “Are you finished eating?”
“Mhmm.”
“Why don’t you go watch some television in the living room, while I clean up?”
Early on in our marriage, we had come to an arrangement. Whoever did the cooking wouldn’t have to clean up the mess. At first it bothered me because I liked helping my husband with whatever he did. However, he wanted to pull his own weight in our marriage and explained if I helped when it was his turn he wouldn’t be doing that. I didn’t want to fight over something trivial, so I’d caved and agreed then, as I did now.
“All right.”
I went to the living room and took a seat on the couch. Flipping through the channels, I decided on the show Cupcake Wars. This was one of my favorite shows, especially since I sometimes picked up new ideas and recipes to try at work. On top of that, it had always been a half dream of mine to compete on the show. Then again, I didn’t like being under pressure, so I didn’t think I’d be a good fit. Hence the half dream.
I got really into the show and didn’t pay attention to Michael until he took the seat next to me. I curled up against him and he soon started to run his fingers back and forth over my back. I loved whenever he touched me.
“Get any new recipes for work?” he asked, watching as the contestants worked frantically to make sure they finished before the buzzer.
“No.” I had to admit I was a bit bummed. With the final three left, they all decided to make classic recipes for their cupcakes like mocha, chocolate, strawberry, blueberry, and lemon curd. I needed to watch the part of the show where the contestants had to use a mystery ingredient. That’s when the true inspiration hit and I got some new things to try.
“Don’t be disappointed. I’m sure there will be other episodes on later today and you can learn new tips and tricks then.”
“I hope so.”
When he reached for the remote, I was ready for him to turn the television off so we could get down to business. Instead, he just raised the volume.
I tried to get into the big finish at the end of the show, but it was difficult knowing what was about to happen afterward. Part of me hoped my husband would forget the promised spanking, but fat chance of that. The other part wished he’d get it over with and all would be forgiven.
After a couple more minutes the winner was crowned—lemon curd, how anticlimactic—and I reached for the clicker and turned the television off. I couldn’t take it anymore.
“You ready to get down to business, honey?”
“Yes, Sir.”
He gently took my hand in his. Even when I was in trouble, he was there to comfort me and help me get through it—another quality I loved about him.
“Tell me what happened yesterday.”
I took a deep breath and dived into the whole tale. When I finished talking, it was as if a weight had been lifted off my shoulders. It was moments like this where I didn’t understand why I tried to hide things from my husband. It worked out so much better when we were honest with one another.
“Honey, I wish you’d told me this earlier.”
“I know. I’m sorry. I was embarrassed that something we’d already gone over got me into trouble at work. I shouldn’t have let Jasmine’s comments bother me so much.”
“I can understand why they did. It wasn’t until very recently that anything besides a vanilla relationship was talked about in society. People are still getting used to the idea that it’s acceptable to like different things in the bedroom than missionary with the lights off.”
It was true with anything; people always needed time to accept change.
“On top of that,” he continued, “I didn’t expect you to be fully okay with this after discussing it once. I know when it comes to new stuff in the bedroom, you need to be reassured especially if it’s something as taboo as you calling me Daddy during sex.”
He knew me so well. I wasn’t a person who rolled with changes and went on. I looked at it from all sides, good and bad, right and wrong, worried about it and often had to talk it through several times before I got to the moving on stage. And keeping it to myself only made the process more difficult.
“I’m really sorry I didn’t tell you all this, honey. I should have.”
“I accept your apology and I hope in the future you come to me for help. You know I’ll always be here to help you in any way I can.”
“I do, which is another reason I love you so much.”
“Good girl. Now, there is a matter of a spanking to attend to. You lied to me last night when I asked if anything was wrong and then this morning you went off the deep end with running.”
“Yes, Sir.” I bowed my head and looked down at my hands. Disappointment washed over me full force for letting myself down, and even more so, Michael.
With a gentle yet firm touch, he raised my chin until we were looking at one another. “I want you to get your wooden hairbrush from upstairs and bring it back down here promptly.”
Ugh! I hated that horrible thing! It was heavy and hurt like the dickens. Normally, he only used it for very serious infractions.
“But, Michael, I apologized already. Can’t you just use your hand?” I pleaded. I’d try anything to keep him from using that hard, inflexible piece of wood on my tender bottom.
“No. You knew what the result would be if you lied to me. Stalling doesn’t sit well with me either. Grab your brush and be back here in two minutes. For every extra minute you take, it’ll be an extra two smacks.”
I dashed off the couch and headed upstairs to do what I was told. The evil implement was hiding under the bathroom sink. I’d left it there after my last punishment hoping my husband would forget about it.
I held it in my hand and looked down at it. Right now it appeared so innocent and lightweight, but in my stern husband’s hand it would be anything but. Once he finished, he’d rub my bottom to ease the sting and spread the warmth all around. It was then that the sting would turn to pleasure and travel to adjacent areas, making them tingly and swollen and very wet. My orgasm afterward would be very intense.
But I didn’t want to risk more licks by trying Michael’s patience, and for darn sure didn’t want to postpone getting to the good parts. With brush in hand, I scurried dow
nstairs ready to face my consequences.
My husband was waiting in the same place I had left him. Except for this time, he had moved a bit forward on the couch, so his back was perfectly straight and when I went over his lap, I wouldn’t be able to lay my upper body against the couch.
He reached for the hairbrush. I gave it to him and watched as he placed it off to the side. Phew! Looked like he was going to give me a nice warmup hand-spanking first. That would help me out.
“You know the drill, honey. Pants and panties off, then over my knee.”
I did as he asked and once I was bent over, I closed my eyes and tried to relax. I wasn’t crazy about being in this position. I had both my hands forward pressing against the floor to support my weight. My feet couldn’t touch on the other side, so they were dangling slightly in the air. I had to balance on Michael’s leg. I knew he wouldn’t let me fall.
He ran his hand over my backside and I jumped. Oh, how I wish he wouldn’t prolong this part. I wanted to get the spanking over with.
I didn’t have to wait long. He landed four smacks on each of my cheeks.
“Mmm,” I murmured. These weren’t painful, but they didn’t feel the best either.
“Relax, sweetie. I’m just warming up your skin.”
Again, he gave me four smacks on each side of my bottom and this time, he added two additional swats to each of my sit spots.
My bottom was starting to warm up and I tried wiggling, hoping to be able to get away.
“Stay still, young lady,” he commanded, placing four harder smacks on my ass.
“Ouch!” I screeched. Those hurt much worse than the previous ones. The sting was strong across my entire ass and I was sure if I looked back it would be a lovely shade of pink right now.
“You’re doing great, sweetie,” he said, as he rubbed my heated skin, giving me a moment to catch my breath. “Keep your body relaxed.”