by Jane Kemp
He harrumphed and walked away to the dresser, where he took something from the top. When he turned around, he was smacking something that looked like a tree limb on his open palm. “I’m afraid you will have to be punished.”
Korrine felt a strong thrill run all through her body as she looked at her husband standing there with the switch. Oh God, he’s going to spank me! She sat there mute and shivering, feeling her pussy twinge hard between her legs.
Her husband walked to her side and took the switch and used it to run it along her arm. She shook hard and looked at him with eyes full of lust. Then, he sat down on the edge of the bed beside her and turned to her. “Come here.”
She stood nervously and moved in front of him, actually leaning against him so that her sock covered shins were pressed against his legs. He looked up at her and a small smile crossed his lips before he forced himself to look stern again. He reached up and grabbed her arms suddenly and then, he yanked her forward and bent her over his knees. Her stomach felt them pushing in, and her feet barely touched the floor as she balanced precariously, her petite frame hanging in half, with her skirt-covered ass in the air.
She gasped when she felt the switch move under the skirt and rub lightly in circles on her cheek. He did one and then the other, making her pussy clench in anticipation of the first stinging blow. Her only memory of a spanking in her whole life had been when she had thrown eggs at the neighbor’s house and her dad had caught her mid-throw. It had been the one and only time she had been spanked, but it had been enough to make her stick to the straight and narrow for the most part.
Now, she hung over her husband’s knees and felt him play that stick on her sensitive ass cheeks and she felt a heat between her legs that seemed to totally overwhelm her. She jumped when he pulled the switch away and sighed in relief and disappointment when he simply moved it to the other cheek.
He went back and forth a bit longer, heightening her anxiety and her desire until she felt she was almost ready to cry, and then he used the stick to flip her skirt up, baring her naked ass. “What is this? What a naughty little slut you are. You really need to be taught a lesson.”
That was when the first whack fell and the sting hit her hard, making her cry out as she felt it radiate out from her ass to every nerve in her body. She shifted on Max’s knees and tried to not cry as the burn subsided. Then, quickly, two more whacks fell on alternating cheeks, and she felt her vision swim and her pussy clench hard. Her legs shook as the sting throbbed on her ass and she tried to turn her head to see Max, but he put a hand on her back and kept her from moving.
And then, the stick came down three more times and she felt herself pushed to the edge of an orgasm stronger than any she had ever experienced. While tears flowed down her face, her body shook with pleasure. She gasped at how strong her climax felt, her pussy clenching so hard, she felt like it would never stop, never relax.
Now, Max lifted her from his lap and bent her over the bed as he planted her feet on the floor. He had to help hold her steady as she shook with her orgasm, but he still managed to undo his pants and pull them with his underwear down to his knees. His hands gripped her sore ass cheeks and she yelped, fresh tears trailing from her eyes as his fingers slipped between them and began to probe around her tight hole.
She became aware of his fingers through the fog of her pain and the pleasure that still kept her squirming and quivering on the bed, and she shook at the thought of where things might be leading. Max had asked her for anal sex a few times, but she had never felt comfortable enough with the idea. Now, though, as her body felt out of control with her orgasm, she felt her resistance weaken, and as his fingers moved inside to explore her hole, she felt an intense sensation burn in the very center of her pussy.
His fingers were gone a second later and she felt the head of his large cock taking their place against her tiny little star. She tried to say something, but her voice was gone and then, with one hard thrust, he was inside her, stretching her ass wide and filling her with a pain that made her burning cheeks dull in comparison.
Max didn’t go slow, grabbing her sides and thrusting wildly as she opened and closed her mouth in shock. But as he pumped faster, the pain gave way to a stronger sensation of pure intense enjoyment filled her and drowned any pain she had been feeling. She began to talk, to yell at him and to urge him to move faster and fuck her harder. She felt her orgasm build again and roll over her, curling her body with the strength of the spasms.
Finally, she heard him groan hard and then, he began to thrust hard and slow, once, twice and then a third time. She felt him groan loudly and then, his body fell against her and his cock swelled in her tight hole as it began to spurt its hot sticky load inside her clenching ass.
Max continued to move inside her for a moment longer before he pulled out slowly, making her yelp again as her stretched anus began to instantly spasm and shrink. He turned and fell back on the bed, pulling her up beside him before he closed his eyes and lay exhausted. She moved a little closer to him before she too closed her eyes and let her body begin to calm down.
They laid there for a while as their breathing slowed and they recovered from their efforts. Wearily, Korrine cracked her eyes open to find Max staring at her. “What?” She smiled at him dreamily.
“Nothing, just that I have never seen a harder working schoolgirl. A+ for you.”
She smacked him lightly and then watched him get up from the bed and walk to the dresser, looking incredibly silly with his pants still around his knees. He pulled something from his jacket pocket and took a pen from the dresser and crossed an item off the paper before returning it to his jacket.
She admired his ass as he did this, and then she realized what he had just done. “Wait…was this is the teacher fantasy on the list?”
He turned and smiled at her. “Not anymore.”
MY WIFE BENT OVER BY A STRANGER
(My Wife’s Secret Desires Episode No. 3)
by Jane Kemp
All rights reserved copyright 2012 by Naughty Daydreams Press
Korrine woke up feeling happy and content for the first time in a long time. The night had been spent with her husband, Max, making love and then holding each other and talking into the night. Of course, that had been one night after she had been tied up and fucked hard by her husband’s best friend.
It had all been her husband’s idea. Life had thrown them some hard knocks the past year, with Korrine losing a job and then having to search for employment again while Max was finishing his internship at a local hospital. Then, as things had gotten better financially, Korrine had found a job with an advertising firm and Max had been one of just three interns taken on by the hospital as new staff doctors. Time had become the precious commodity they didn’t seem able to find.
Both their jobs, the advertising and the emergency room, kept them busy day and night. When Korrine wasn’t at work, she was bringing work home and when Max was home, he was almost always on call. So, things had been tense between them as frustrations, sexual and otherwise, built up. Korrine had been left alone for so many nights in a row that, out of loneliness and unmet desire, she had begun spending her nights cruising the internet, looking especially at sites that offered something helpful in relieving her sexual tension. Then one day, after reading about it in one of her fashion magazines, she’d she had hit on the one with a list of women’s top ten sexual fantasies. From then on, she had been hooked, reading them over and over and them imaging the individual scenarios for herself as she touched herself.
She had never meant for Max to find the list, but she had accidentally left it open on her computer and he had discovered it. In the end, it had worked out, because Max, rather than being angry with his wife’s sexual fantasies, had decided to fulfill them, one at a time, as a way for them to reconnect. Of course, the first one, being tied down and fucked—basically being dominated—had been a complete surprise for h
er. When the masked man had grabbed her from her restroom and had tied her down on her bed, she had been totally shocked and fearful. But she had also been physically aroused in a way that she hadn’t been in a long time. And when his friend, Darrin, had walked in and used her, she had come harder than she could ever remember.
And then she had gotten the shock of her life when Max had waltzed in holding the mask, making it clear that he was the one responsible for the whole event. He had confessed that he had seen the list and he had told her to expect the other nine fantasies to be fulfilled as time went by. They had made love then and her head had filled with visions of all the possible scenarios that Max could dream up. She had fallen asleep in Max’s arms, thoroughly exhausted and fulfilled in a way that she hadn’t been for months.
The next night, she had dressed in a schoolgirl outfit that Max had left for her on a chair in the bedroom and she had waited for her “professor” to arrive. When he had, he had tried to teach her how to behave like a good little schoolgirl slut, eventually resorting to a spanking that had ramped her body up to a continuous orgasm. As she lay in Max’s arms at the end, she had been completely overwhelmed by the thought that he had spent so much time making these fantasies real for her, and her loneliness was swept aside by a wave of gratitude and deep love.
Now, she sat up and wiped the sleep out of her eyes, happy to remember that today was Saturday and she didn’t need to be at work. She noticed that Max was already gone and she sighed, disappointed that for him, Saturday was just another day at the office. She slipped out of bed and put on her robe and shuffled downstairs and into the kitchen to start some coffee and regain some sense of awareness. As she sat at the table waiting for her coffee to be ready, she saw an envelope propped against the center piece. Reaching out, she saw her name written in Max’s hand on the outside and smiled, feeling the excitement of last night bubble up instantly. She opened the envelope and pulled out a note from her husband.
He gave her instruction to arrive at a place called Bailon Dance Studio at exactly six o’clock. He told her that everything she would need for the night was in the hall closet in a box marked Bailon. Dropping the note on the table, she ran for the closet, feeling like a little girl on Christmas. She pushed aside jackets and a golf bag and found the box leaning against the back wall. Yanking it out, she threw it on the floor and kneeled down beside it and lifted the lid off.
What she saw made her gasp. Under the tissue paper was the most beautiful dress she had ever seen, looking like a twenties’ flapper dress, all sparkly and in her favorite color, blue. Under the dress, was a pair of matching high heels. As she shook the box out to make sure she got everything, a matching headband and that was that. She immediately ran upstairs, everything bundled in her arms, and squealed in excitement as she quickly threw off her robe to put on the dress. She twirled in front of the mirror over and over, relishing the feel and look of the dress on her athletic body. She knew that this had something to do with her list and she felt a familiar stirring between her legs that was, this time, not born of frustration but anticipation.
It had been hard to wait for six o’clock to roll around, but as it got near, she finished getting ready and ran to her car, watching her dress sparkle in the setting sun. She knew the place that Max was sending her because she had pointed it out to him years ago when the thought of taking dance classes had been a thrilling thought. Of course, life had gotten in the way, but she was impressed that her husband had remembered the place.
She pulled up in the small parking lot and quickly grabbed her purse and shut the car door. Then, adjusting her dress, she stepped up to the door and, taking a deep breath, walked in. She wasn’t sure what she expected, but she had thought it would be only her in the building. She didn’t think Max was going to have something happen in front of a crowd. At least, she was fairly certain.
She stood in the foyer and could see there was a class going on in the room behind. She waited, beginning to feel foolish as she stood there in her sparkly outfit as if she were waiting for a dance recital. Eventually, the class broke up and children came running through, followed by tired looking parents. Behind them, came a man, obviously the instructor, and Korrine felt her heart start pounding.
He was like a Latin god, with dark wavy hair slicked back on his head and a thin mustache that seemed right out of a movie from the forties. He was tall and had the dancer’s physique, broad chest, narrow waist, lean legs. He moved with an obvious grace that made every motion seem effortless. His skin was a Mediterranean bronze and his eyes, when he turned and caught sight of her, were a beautiful green hazel. He was stunning and Korrine was certain that he would form some part of Max’s surprise.
Thinking of Max, she wondered if he was somewhere around or if he was going to show up later or what. Last time, he had been just in another room and had actually involved himself in the beginning of the escapade. This time, he had so far only been involved with the note and, of course, her lovely dress. She thought of their lovemaking the night before and she blushed as she felt a warmth flood her body.
“Senora?”
The voice interrupted her thoughts and she turned, suddenly embarrassed, which made her blush a darker red. Breathing in deeply, she smiled. “Um, hello, I believe I’m signed up for a class.”
He smiled. “Ah, you are Korrine?”
She nodded. “That would be me. I’m not sure what my husband signed me up for, but . . .”
“No worries, I have it all under control. Now, please come with me.” He took her by the hand and as their hands met, she felt a thrill travel from her fingers through her body and all the way to her toes.
They walked into the now abandoned classroom and he left her standing in the middle, taking her purse from her shoulder and depositing it on a chair along the wall. Then, he fiddled with something and there was suddenly music filling the small room. He returned to her, his body already swaying to the beat of the music. He stepped up to her and took her hand. “Okay, today, we are going to learn the salsa.”
Immediately, he started to move with her, his body moving gracefully as she awkwardly stumbled along trying to follow his instructions as he moved her over the floor. He pressed her close for some parts and each time, an electric hot thrill went through every nerve of her body. When they danced close, he put his hands on her hips in such an intimate way that she began to feel a wetness gathering between her legs and each twirl made her legs move in a way that sent small spasms through her pussy.
They practiced over and over, until her legs were screaming and her lungs were aching, but she felt exhilarated as he moved with her around and around again. Finally, the music stopped and they stood still in the middle of the room, his hands on her hips, her arms around his neck, and her chest rising and falling as she tried to catch her breath.
When he leaned in and kissed her, her body came alive and she pressed herself against him. He breathed along her neck, trailing his lips down to her collarbone, where he gave her gentle kisses that made her pulse jump even more erratically. He kept one hand on the small of her back, but moved the other one to the front, resting it lightly on one breast and then giving it a tender squeeze.
Korrine felt herself losing control already, with the dancing already making her feel so dizzy and sensitive. When he let her go and moved his hands to the thin straps of her dress, pulling them down to reveal her breasts heaving in her bra, she felt almost like she was going to swoon.
But her dance instructor was skilled and he took her in his arms and carried her to some mats set along a mirrored wall on the opposite side. He laid her down and kneeled beside her, deftly removing her dress with a small tug that slipped it over her hips and ass in one fluid movement. She rested on the mat as he lowered his face to her breasts, breathing warmly over her nipples through the lacy fabric until she moaned softly, feeling them harden. Then, his hands gripped her bra and pulled it down, working it o
ver her body like her dress a moment before. His mouth returned to her breasts and she sighed as he sucked on each nipple in turn.
As his mouth worked on her breasts, his hands were moving down over her taut stomach to her panties. Cupping her already wet mound through the material, he squeezed hard, making her cry out at the sudden touch on her pussy. He pulled his mouth away from her breasts and smiled at her, his dark hair falling into his eyes, and then he moved down her body until he was between her legs.
He took her panties in his teeth and she giggled and gasped as he dragged them down her legs and then, his hands pulled them off, over the high heels that were still on. He reached up again to pull at her stockings and she lay, finally, naked under his touch.
He spread her legs and touched her folds delicately, making her shift and cry out for more. He looked up at her and then he lowered his head to kiss her belly and, suddenly, she felt his fingers thrust into her pussy and begin to explore as she cried and moaned and moved on the mat beneath the mirrors.
She turned her head and she could see him between her legs, moving his hand frantically in her pussy as he kissed the insides of her thighs and the image made everything that was happening much stronger. She lifted her ass and pushed her wet lips into his face, making his mouth move on her until his tongue hit her throbbing clit and she jumped at the sensations that hit her body.
He moved swiftly then, sliding all the way up her body until he was straddling her chest. He maneuvered until he had his pants open and pulled down enough to free his already hard cock and he pulled her head forward as he thrust, sliding his thick shaft into her mouth. He pushed until his balls were on her chin and her nose was buried in his pubic hair. She gasped and gagged as he began to thrust with short shallow movements, not really pulling out, but moving his cock around in her struggling throat.