She starts undressing. It isn’t sensual or sexy and I still haven’t decided what I’m going to do, but my cock twitches as she slips off her blouse and skirt. She’s wearing lace underwear.
“Have you worn those with him?” I remark. She hesitates and I think she’s deciding whether to lie, but she simply nods.
“Take them off and give them to me.”
She complies, handing me the panties and bra. She stands naked before me, head bowed, shivering slightly, but not because it’s cold.
I need to decide what I’m going to do to her.
SANDY
*****
I’m trying to contain my fear. I think he’s going to spank me and I wish I hadn’t mentioned being punished, but I effectively asked for it so there’s really no going back. I deserve it anyway. This is my penance.
But there’s something else. A nervous anticipation. A gnawing in my loins. I don’t know why, but I feel a tinge of excitement about what’s to come. I wait patiently for his instructions. I’ve relinquished control. I’m in his hands now.
“Here,” he says, pointing at the floor next to his knees. I kneel again and he grabs a fistful of my hair and pulls me over his knees. My boobs hang free and my nipples brush against his leg, sending a spark of lust down to my pussy. I suddenly realise I’m wet. Jesus, I think I might actually enjoy this!
He stuffs my knickers into my mouth and I catch a pungent whiff. I saw David this afternoon after dropping off the children. We didn’t have sex but he got me excited and wet. I can taste the dampness of my pussy in my knickers. It feels crude and humiliating, but for some reason it stirs something in me.
Richard’s hands are warm when he strokes my back and buttocks. He’s always had smooth hands and delicate fingers that he used to explore my most intimate places. I’m aroused, remembering. But I’m also slightly tense as he runs his hands along my spine down towards my bum.
SMACK!
He hits me, but it’s just a tap. It stings, but only a little. I shudder and my pussy twitches.
SMACK!
Then he hits me harder and I yelp in pain.
RICHARD
*******
It feels good. Cathartic. I’m not a violent man and have never, ever contemplated hitting my wife, but she asked for it and I want her to feel just a little pain and humiliation. Is it revenge? I suppose. I’m slapping her arse, but in my head, I’m punching his face.
Her arse cheeks redden and I slap her harder. A welt forms. I feel a little guilty for marking her but my boner is rock hard in my jeans. I’m going to teach this bitch a lesson, I say to myself, smirking.
SMACK!
“Ow!” A muffled scream through the panties. “That hurts!”
“That’s the idea, slut,” I bark, pulling the panties out of her mouth and dropping them causally on the floor. “You deserve it for spreading your legs and giving it up like a whore. Have there been others? Are the kids even mine?”
I feel her shudder with the shock of the accusation and the implications.
“No, no, just him!” she squeals. “I promise. You’re their Dad. You’ll always be their Dad.”
SMACK!
“I’m sorry,” she cries. “Please stop!”
“Not yet. You’re getting a least…”
Then an idea crosses my mind and I lean over and whisper. “How many times have you fucked him?”
“What?” she says, then it dawns on her what I’m going to do. “No, please!”
SMACK!
“How many times?” I bark. “Ten? Twenty? Be honest or it’ll hurt even more.”
She’s silent for a moment and I feel a sob. “Maybe twenty,” she whimpers quietly.
SMACK!
“I think that’s six so far, isn’t it?”
SANDY
*****
It hurts! It fucking hurts! My bum is throbbing and I can feel the heat. Every slap stings like hell. And now he’s threatening another 14 of them!
But my brain is drifting away. I can’t really describe it. Physically he’s hurting me, but mentally I feel him taking control. Showing me he’s the boss. This is the man I married. Strong, confident, assertive. I remember the thrill of our first kiss when he slid his hands up my blouse, the cheeky bastard. But at the time I loved the naughtiness of it and pressed myself against his body, sucking at his mouth hungrily. This is that man, punishing me for my infidelity, and I deserve it.
He starts stroking my bottom between the slaps and I’m finding it soothing. My clit is crying out for attention and when his fingers brush against my vulva, I moan. I wriggle as I feel his hard cock pressing against my tummy. Oh, I so want that cock inside me again!
His fingers stroke my slit and I whimper.
“You’re soaking!” he says with surprise. “Are you actually enjoying this?”
He explores my vulva, drawing his fingers around my clit and then flicking it. I arch and moan. My bum is still sore but now there’s another heat, deep inside my vagina. He slides a finger into my opening and I can’t help but moan again.
“Yes, please,” I groan. The feeling of his fingers being pushed inside me is overwhelming. I’m so bloody horny. I want to scream ‘fuck me!’, but I’m trying not to sound enthusiastic. My body is supposed to belong to David now. That was my resolve. But I don’t recall David ever doing anything this sordid or dirty with me. I’m revelling in my submission, lying helpless over my husband’s knees, body throbbing equally with pain and desire.
RICHARD
*******
My fingers are soaked with her fluids. I’ve never known her to get this wet. She’s writhing on my lap, her belly pressed against my cock. Moments ago I just wanted to punish her but now I want to fuck her. Hard.
I pump her with two fingers, a third stroking her clit and my thumb circling her sphincter. Her reaction is extraordinary. She’s breathing hard, moaning. Fucking Hell!
I pull out and smack her again and she squeals. Then I push my fingers back into her sopping cunt and she arches her back, whimpering. I’m loving the power and control. This is how I should have treated her years ago. Shown her who’s in charge.
With my spare hand I grab her hair and pull her head upwards, leaning in to whisper.
“Ever done this with him?”
She shakes her head. “Nothing like this,” she whimpers, then gasps as I smack her again.
“You’re a dirty little whore, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” she sighs and I can sense that she’s accepted her admission and her place.
I pump her pussy with my fingers, forcing three fingers inside her cunt and my thumb into her anus. She tenses for a second then relaxes, pushing her arse back against my hand.
“Oh God, yes!” she cries and I can feel the urgency. Her legs are trembling and I know she’s close to climax, but I’m not going to give her the satisfaction. Pulling out I smack her hard and she howls. Then I wait, hand resting on her bum.
“Oh…” she whimpers, realising that I’m not going to bring her off. Then she turns her head and gazes up into my eyes.
“Let me suck you,” she whispers. “Sir.”
SANDY
*****
I’m tense. I don’t know how he’ll react. 10 minutes ago our marriage was over, relationship in ruins. We haven’t made love for weeks. Suddenly I’m craving his body. I’m wet with lust, legs trembling, pussy aching to be filled.
“What did you say?” he says, but it isn’t really a question. He wants me to beg. And I want to submit.
“Please let me suck your cock, Sir.”