My wife, June, and I lived life to its fullest and loved to play sexually with each other. I always would like to spank her and she would always do things to make me try and spank her, like bite me. We loved to be exhibitionist as she had a body people stared at and women liked my looks. We grew up in, and lived in Knoxville Tennessee, and we both came from successful families. Being an only child in each family, we were wealthy enough never to worry about money. We owned printing shops that we inherited from our families as they were in business together. It was how we met.
June started having some memory problems and we found out she had Huntington’s Disease. It is a terrible disease that slowly kills off nerve cells in the brain. She would tell me don’t worry, she will come back and find me again and we will be happy again with each other.
It was trying times watching her mentally disintegrate until she died. She was only 36 years old.
3 years later.
I was going through some old papers and found an old photo of June and I on the beach at my parent’s vacation home. June always said that’s where her heart was. So, I moved from Knoxville to Hilton Head Island, South Carolina to what is now, my beach house. Maybe I would feel closer to her. It was just a feeling, knowing she loved it here. I agreed, it was always my favorite places. Plus, one of my Print Shops was in Savannah Georgia.
One night, I had a crazy dream that June was chastising me for not cleaning out our closets. Some of the old stuff there belonged to my parents. So, I decided today would be that day. Cleaning out and boxing some old stuff to give to charity I found a nice airy button-down shirt June gave me that had a slogan on it that read, “Just Because I Am A Gentleman, Does Not Mean I will Not Spank You.” I remember the day she gave me that shirt. It was for my 30th birthday and she let me spank her as my birthday present. It brought back a good funny memory.
Laughing I kept it and decided to wear on the beach while walking to cover myself from the blazing sun.
I jog every morning two miles down the beach and back, it is cool in the mornings when I start but the sun is blazing on my return trip so I wear a light airy shirt to block the sun off my skin.
This morning as I was jogging, I passed a teen aged girl laying on the beach looking like hell, she looked at my shirt, all red eyed and squinting, and said, “Would you really spank a woman?”
I stopped and replied, “If they deserve it, yes, I will.”
I continued jogging and realized she had got up and started jogging next to me.
“So, how do you determine if they deserve it?”
“If they do something that annoys me and don’t stop, they deserve it.”
“Do you enjoy spanking women?”
“Maybe at times, and sometimes no, it’s about respect and discipline. Why are you so curious about this?”
“I never met anyone who would spank a woman and it intrigues me, I started having dreams about getting spanked and find the idea of it intriguing.”
“Well, when you turn 18 maybe you can look me up and find out what being spanked feels like.” I told her in humor.
“I just turned 19 yesterday and woke up on this beach drunk when I was supposed to be home at my parents’ house. It was the first time I ever drank and I fell asleep here. Does that qualify as a reason to be spanked.?”
“First, Happy Birthday, second if I was your parents and expected you home, yes that would qualify as a reason. I am sure they are worried about where you are and if you are safe”
“Thanks for wishing me Happy Birthday. My father is a wussy and would never spank me, I have him wrapped around my finger, anyway he is always too busy to notice if I am home or not. I make him feel guilty when he finally gets angry at me and he gives me money. My mother is so worried about how she looks to others, and she spends all her time socializing on the internet gossiping. I just tell her how good she looks and she lets me do what I want. I bet they don’t even know I haven’t been home yet. Besides, when they do try and make me do something or get angry with me, I just pout and cry and they give in to me. They are easy to manipulate.”
“I think you and your parents need a good spanking, if you want my opinion.”
“Well, maybe you can spank me and tell me how bad I am.” Sarah smirked.
By this time, we had reached where I turn around and jog back. No one was around and she had irritated me enough with her talk and then, that smirk; I might just spank her.
“What is your name?” I asked.
“Sarah.”
“Okay Sarah, take off your clothes, kneel face down in front of me, ass up high and using my belt, I will give you four lashes. You have to count each one out loud.”
I figured this would run her off or make her quit talking so much, but to my surprise, she smiled and started removing her clothes. She was beautiful; shiny black hair that almost reached the middle of her back, slightly slanted dark brown eyes, a sloped nose that fit her face, lips that looked like they came out of a magazine for lushes’ lips, smooth looking dark tan skin, medium sized plump breasts with large dark pink protruding nipples, a fantastic figure, long legs and an ass that looked like it was made for climbing on and fucking. Her pussy was shaved clean with no stubble, it looked like she never had hair growing there.
She got down on her knees, bent over and raised her ass to make an easy target for me. I couldn’t quit staring at her beautiful pink anus and puffy pink glistening pussy. She was the girl I would have invented if I could.
I took my belt off and asked firmly, “Are you ready?”
“Yep.”
“It’s YES, SIR” I emphasized.
“YES, SIR, I am ready.” She kind of smart talked back.
I wrapped the belt buckle end around my hand and using the tip of my belt slapped an ass cheek pretty good. I know she wasn’t expecting it to be that hard.
“Ouch.” She jumped up.
“I figured one good lash would make you change your mind. Go home and take a bath, tell your parents you’re sorry for being out all night.”
“No, I want this. It just surprised me how much it stung. Please Mister, don’t stop.”
She bent back over and I gave her another lash on the same cheek and she said ouch again.
“I said count, not say ouch. Do you want more?”
“Yes, SIR,”
“Okay, we start over.”
Smack! “One, SIR”
Smack! “Two, SIR”
This went on for all four of her lashes with my belt, two on each side of her ass cheeks. Her ass was bright red and she had tears going down her face.
“So, now you know how it feels to be spanked. Are you okay?”
Sobbing she looked me in the eyes and said, “Yes sir. Thank you for spanking me for being bad. I should had gone home and not have my parents worry.”
“I have a good soothing lotion at my house you can take to put on your bottom side, it will help take the sting out and moisturize your skin. It will be a lot better tomorrow.”
Sarah put on clothes but could not wear her panties as her ass was too sore and she jogged with me back to my house quietly. I let her come inside to put lotion on her behind and told her to keep the bottle.
“Sir, what is your name?”
“You can call me James in public, but Sir or Mister otherwise.”
“Thank you, Mister. I will see you tomorrow morning if you go jogging. I will be waiting for you.”
With that, she left and I went inside wondering what the hell just happened. I was so turned on I got in the shower and jacked off. I orgasmed so intensely it made me weak in the knees.
The next morning, as soon as I walked out my door, Sarah was there waiting for me.
“Good morning, Mister. I brought your lotion back, it really worked well.”
“Good morning, Sarah. How are you feeling? You can keep the lotion, call it a late Birthday present.”
“My butt is still stings a little but I feel a lot better today than I did last night. I had to sleep on my stomach. When I got home no one said anything about me being out all night. They didn’t even tell me Happy Birthday. It made me angry they didn’t care enough to notice I wasn’t home or even remembered it was my Birthday. I packed my backpack this morning and walked out. Can I stay with you?”
“Sarah, you just turned 19 and I am 39, you need to find someone closer to your age.”
“I thought about this all night, I know you are older, but I need someone like you to keep me focused in life until I finish college and start my career. I am using you to grow up, you seem right for me. I don’t want to be a loser and I will if someone doesn’t firmly guide me. Besides all that, you are a very handsome and well-built man. I would love to be seen hanging on your arms.”
My mind was racing and I knew I was pushing it, but said, “You can, but by my rules. After our jog, we will talk about what I want from you in return for a place to live.”
“Yes, Sir, Thank you Sir. I will do as you ask.”
As we jogged, we chatted about her schooling, what hobbies she had and what were her goals in life. She was taking night classes during the summer to prepare her for college. She was studying to be a business accountant and took art classes. Her dream was to open an art gallery. She told me she was very good and would make some drawings and paintings for my house as partial payment to live there.
So many similarities to June I thought, and for being bratty, did very well for herself when it came to schooling.
She asked what I did for a living and I explained I owned 6 print shops around the country. I didn’t say how my wife and I had inherited our parents’ business and expanded the business outward. It was still painful for me to talk about.
“My clients are regional and nationally based, I do advertisement posters, and presentation copy for them. Since everything is under contract, I don’t have to be around for the contracted work except to show face once a month. The only time I get involved heavily is during new designs and clientele meetings. One good thing COVID did was force me to hire a program designer so I could run my business from home and have control over every aspect of it if needed. I have 6 very good managers, one for each store.”
“So, you travel a lot to your businesses?”
“The first of every month I go spend a day at each one. Sometimes longer if needed. We stay in touch regularly using video conferencing otherwise.”
We got back to my house and I showed her where to put her backpack and where to shower. While she was showering, I thought about what I had gotten myself into.
“I swear she reminds me of June, did she come back? That’s silly, but she said she would. Sarah is her in almost every way. June even knew the type of woman that turned me on, Sarah is that girl. You can’t back out, she said she needs this, June would say the same thing. She did agree to a set of rules. You want that ass, you know it. She’s too young for you. You will be her Mister, Ha, she will comply. June made this happen, I am sure of it.”
These were the thoughts going through my head. My head was spinning.
Sarah got out the shower and came into the living room where I was sitting with nothing but a long tee shirt on. My breathing stopped looking at her.
“Is it time to go over the rules?”
I thought of rules June would approve of and answered,
“Yes, it is. They are firm and not negotiable. Inside this house, you will address me as Sir or Mister. You will say please and thank you. I expect respect and politeness at all times.”
“You will keep a clean room and bathroom; I keep my house clean and orderly, you will also, I don’t like messes.”
“I expect you to keep up with your studies. You have life goals and I will help you achieve them. I will be hard on you to achieve your goals.”
“No guest, no parties, no loud music.”
“If, we ever decide to have sex, it will be what I want and how I want. I will be in control of how we have sex. Most of the time. But I will never force sex upon you.”
“You can ask for anything, but you must accept my answer. If you feel I misunderstood what you are wanting, ask, to please listen to your request again, but be clearer on what you are wanting.”
“You will be spanked if I believe you earned it. Break any rule and it will be more lashes.”
“I will give you a weekly allowance of $100 to keep the house and kitchen clean.”
“We will write up the rules and sign an agreement.”
“These are my terms. If you don’t agree to any of them, I will give you one week to find another place to live and give you enough money to make a good start.”
“Sir, I agree to your terms. I will sign your agreement. And Sir, I do want to have sex. I am still a virgin and I want you to teach me all about sex.”
I almost orgasmed in my pants when she said that. I wondered if she knew enough to see I had a massive hard-on.
We wrote up the agreement and both of us signed it. I agreed to pay for her college as long as she lived with me. I was a walking hard-on waiting for our first sexual encounter.
That night, after we ate, cleaned up and took a short walk on the beach, Sarah asked if she could sleep in my bed with me. I had to think about it for a little while and told her I think she should sleep in her own bed, but she could come lay down with me and watch TV before bedtime or read if the TV is off.
That evening, Sarah came to my bedroom door wearing just a long tee shirt and asked if she could watch TV with me. I told her yes. Watching her body move almost naked as she entered my room and standing at my bed before getting in, made my whole body come alive. After a little time had passed, she curled up against me and brushed my hard cock.
“Wow, that is big. Is that normal?”
“It’s plenty big enough, above average to be sure.” I told her back.
I couldn’t stand it, a beautiful almost naked girl cuddled up in my bed next to me, the feel of her against me and the hardness of her nipples poking me in the chest. I turned over and started kissing her. She responded in kind and after a minute of heavy petting, and our hands exploring each other’s bodies, I got up and put a piece of plastic cloth and an old towel under us. If she was a virgin, I didn’t want to ruin good bedsheets. She removed her tee shirt and I removed my underwear and shirt.
“Sarah, are you ready for this?” I asked.
“Yes, Mister, please take my virginity and make me your woman.”
I needed no more encouragement. I moved in between her legs and had her raise them so her knees were against my waist and I aligned my cock just inside the lips of her silky pussy lips. They were hot and slippery with pre-cum.
Using some lubrication, I slowly pushed my cock inside her pussy until I felt it up against her hymen and pushed past it quickly just far enough to break it, then stopped.
Sarah gasped and held me tighter. Her eyes were closed and her lips were pressed tightly, I heard a small whimper then I felt her start moving her pussy further down my cock. Her eyes opened and her lips opened to reveal their fullness.
“Oh, Mister. It hurt so much at first but now I need it all. Please take me fully.”
I took her as deep as my cock could go and slowly fucked her until I could feel her orgasms begin, then I sped up my strokes and had her orgasming again. I could feel her juices flowing between our bodies.
“Oh, Mister, Oh Sir, this is wonderful, thank you, thank you.” She said in a pleasingly whisper.
I couldn’t take much more so I pulled out and released my load of cum all over her stomach. I knew then she was a true virgin as I could see some blood mixed in with my mess.
Sarah rubbed the cum all over her stomach and chest just feeling the texture of it with an amazed look on her face. She put her fingers to her mouth and smiled.
I carried her to the bathroom with her giggling and we showered together. When we got back in bed, I started kissing her again and moved down her body slowly tasting as much of it as I could. Her hard breasts and firm nipples felt good on my lips and when I got to her pussy, I felt intoxicated with her smell and taste. As I sucked on her clit and fingered her G-spot her back arched and she grabbed my hair and cried out,
“YES, Oh my god, YES!”
She was flooding my mouth with her juices.
After a while of this she pulled away and looked me in the eyes.
“May I suck on your cock Sir?”
“Yes, you may,”
“Please, Sir, tell me how to do it to please you.”
Sarah needed very little instruction, I explained how to suck a cock properly and she caught on instantly. She worked my cock and licked my balls and anus like a pro. I stopped her before I had my orgasm.
I still wanted to feel that hot pussy around my cock again so I pulled out of her mouth and had her sit on top of me and fuck me. It was divine, that hot, wet pussy riding my cock.
“Sarah, I am about to cum. We need to stop and let me pull out until we get protection for you.”
“Will you cum in my mouth Sir?”
“Yes, I will be happy for that to happen.”
Sarah sucked my cock to completion and with a big smile, showed me her swallowing it.
“Yum, I like this.”
We had more sex after I got aroused again from licking her pussy and tonguing her anus, and again, we had to take a quick shower. She curled up against me and slept with me that night.
I woke up thinking it was all a dream because I was in bed by myself, then I smelled bacon, and coffee.
I went in the kitchen and Sarah was standing over the stove naked and beautiful. She looked over at me, smiled, then came and stood before me awaiting a kiss. It made me smile back and I gave her a kiss and told her good morning.
“Sir, I found the turkey bacon and made coffee for you. Would you like some eggs?”
“Yes please, two eggs over medium.” With that I patted her ass lightly and kissed her neck and sat at the table.
“Sometimes, they are called Love Pats,” I told her.
“Thank you, Mister, I feel great this morning.”
“So do I Sarah, so do I,” I smiled. “It has been a long time since I was with a lady.”
We finished having our breakfast and Sarah asked if I was going for my jog. I told her yes.
She asked if she could jog with me and I again said yes.
While waiting for her to clean up the kitchen and put on some clothes, I looked up and said, “June, is this you? If so, thank you. I love you so much.”
When we got back from our jog, I went to shower again and walked past Sarah’s bedroom and saw her backpack on the floor and some of her clothes just thrown on the bed. I got out of the shower and called Sarah into her bedroom.
“What did I tell you about messes? This just earned you 4 lashes. Undress and bend over the bed while I go get my riding crop.”
“Yes Sir,” Sarah said.
It almost looked like she smiled. Well, we will see how long that smile lasts.
“You will count as I spank you. Are you ready?”
“Yes Mister.”
Smack, I whipped her ass cheek pretty hard. “Ugh, One, Mister.”
Smack, again with a little more force. “Oh, ugh, Two, Mister.”
Smack, this time on the other side of her ass cheeks. “UGH, Three, Mister.”
Smack! “Four Mister. Thank you for reminding me of my duties.”
I had her stay bent over while I applied some soothing cream on her welts. The feel and sight of her smooth, red, hot ass and the sight of her beautiful pussy gave me a hard on. I wanted that ass.
“Sarah, I want to fuck you in your ass so don’t get up. Spread your ass cheeks open for me so I can see your anus and prepare it to take my cock. But I do want you to understand, you can say no and I will not be angry with you.”
“Please Mister, fuck my ass, I want to feel you inside me.”
Apparently, this excited Sarah because I could see her pussy start to glisten as I inserted a well lubricated finger then a second one inside her anus. I could feel her relaxing and I saw her orgasm while being fingered.
I removed my fingers and put my hard cock against her anus and slowly pushed against her sphincter. I heard her moan in a little pain so I stopped, pulled out just a little, added lubrication and slowly pushed back in. I repeated this until I was fully inside her tight ass.
I could feel her anal muscles relaxing so I started fucking her tight ass. I felt her muscles tighten up and she cried out, “Oh, Mister, I am having orgasms. Please Sir, fuck my ass more.”
I could feel her ass tighten as she orgasmed so I quickly picked up my pace and just started fucking that fine smooth feeling ass until I felt ready to explode inside her.
“Sarah, you feel so good. I am about to fill you with cum deep inside your wonderful ass.”
“Please Mister, fill me with your seed.” She gasped.
My cock felt like it exploded I orgasmed so hard. Sarah squeezed her ass muscles as I was orgasming and it felt like my cock was being pulled off. I spanked her ass hard once and hearing her cry out made me spank her ass again hard.
When we finished, I explained why I swatted her ass. I know she didn’t realize what she was doing and to be honest, I really didn’t mind, she didn’t either.
“Thank you, Mister. It all felt so wonderful. I had no idea anal sex could feel so good. I mean it mentally made me wake up to sensations I did not know existed.”
We showered again, and I rubbed soothing lotion on her ass again.
I had to go into town and take care of some business and did not get back until late that evening.
I didn’t see Sarah anywhere but as I passed her room, I saw her laying naked on the bed asleep. I stopped and just stared at her wondering.
The next morning after eating the breakfast Sarah had made, we took off jogging down the beach, and she asked, “Would you mind if I got a small tattoo?”
“I am not a fan of tattoo’s but a small one that doesn’t glare out is not bad. What do you have in mind?”
“This morning, fixing breakfast, a Dove landed in the window. I noticed it in the reflection off of the exhaust fan and it looked like it was sitting on my shoulder. So, I decided I would like a small Dove tattooed on the back of my right shoulder.”
I stopped jogging and started crying. Sarah stopped, turned around, and saw me crying and ran back and hugged me wanting to know if I was alright.
It took me a few minutes to compose myself to talk and I told her, “I would love for you to have that tattoo. I will happily pay for it.”
We started jogging again and I told her about June.
“June was my childhood friend and we were pure soul-mates. Our love was pure from the beginning. Her parents and mine were business partners in the printing business. We married when we were 18 and helped run our parents’ business. They were killed in a private plane crash when we were 25 and we took over and expanded our Print Shops. June had a pet Dove when she was a teen and when it died, she had a tattoo on the back of her right shoulder made of the Dove. It is why I got so emotional.”
“May I ask what happened to her?”
I cried a little more and told her how June died. I didn’t tell her June told me she would come back to me.
Sarah, hugged and kissed me and we jogged back to my house in silence.
We made love to each other and then I took her into town to see a Gynecologist to get birth control pills. We also bought condoms until she was protected.
June had come back to take care of me. I could feel it.
We cleaned house the rest of the day, and worked outside getting it straighten up after some high winds during the night, and again, Sarah slept with me. I needed a larger bed.
I woke up to the smell of coffee again and Sarah made me pancakes for breakfast. I didn’t even question how did she know that was my favorite. I asked her if she brought any good clothes and she admitted she had not. Let’s take our jog and shower. We did our jog and showered together and had fun washing each other’s body.
After we dried off I told her, “Get ready, we are going shopping for you and we will go by my local Print Shop.”
She was all smiles and cleaned up the kitchen and put on the best clothes she brought, which wasn’t much. We got to Savannah Georgia just as the shops were opening.
We had fun shopping for all types of clothing. I loved watching the glow in her face as I told her yes, every time she found something she liked. Going out wear, casual wear, school wear, hanging out wear, beach wear and plenty of underclothes and pretty lingerie. We bought several pairs of casual shoes and several pair of dress shoes and, of course, matching purses; Sarah was in heaven. My car was full of stuff we had bought. Thank goodness I had a SUV.
We did stop at a bedding store and I bought a queen-sized bed that would raise and lower. It was all one piece because I did not like the dual twin set-up. It would be delivered the next morning.
We had a light lunch during that shopping spree and then I took her to my office that afternoon to let her see what my business entailed.
Sarah flitted around like she belonged and talked to my manager and workers, they all fell in love with her, my manager swore she was a young version of June. It made me tear up and smile.
Sarah was an exceptional lover; she became obsessed in her love making and in her raw sex abilities, and made sure she wasn’t the only one having full pleasure. She liked being tied up, something June did not care for, and having her pussy spanked. We would have spelling lessons. She would call me a name, let’s say Bonehead, and I would spank her pussy for each letter spelling it out. She would leave a flood of pussy juice on the floor when we did that.
She loved her nipple clamps that also had a chain and clamp that reached her pussy. She would wear them out to dinner or for walks sometimes. It would be funny to hear her moan in pleasure or have to quickly wipe her orgasms clean while walking or sitting.
Another favorite of hers was to be double fucked with a dildo that had a cock ring on it so I would have two cocks. She would climb on top and ride them both while I squeezed her breasts and pinched her nipples.
But the one thing we really enjoyed together, was something me and June loved to do. Be exhibitionist. We would take late night subway rides with Sarah wearing a wrap-around dress and me wearing jogging pants and a fly open shirt. Sarah would stand in front of me and I would start kissing her neck and slowly pull back her dress to give people glimpse of her pussy and breasts. She would reach down my pants and stroke my cock. On rare occasions she would kneel down and suck my cock with others watching.
There was a sidewalk downtown that had a ventilation fan blowing up, so Sarah would wear a short skirt with no panties and we would walk over it causing her skirt to fly up and show everyone her lower naked body.
Another favorite was to go out to restaurants that had corner seating and give each other hand jobs under the table. Most every waiter knew what was happening and sometimes a few customers also. Especially ones who would stare at us.
We had fun.
Five years later.
Sarah graduated from college with full honors. I took her shopping a let her pick out some very nice jewelry for her to wear as a gift; and after expediting passports, using a connection I had, we went on a European tour for 6 weeks to celebrate. We spent time in Italy, Spain, France and Amsterdam. We vowed to take a Mediterranean Tour one day.
When we got back Sarah had started entering some of her paintings at a local art museum to sell and was doing fairly well. She painted scenes from our European trip from memory and they were her best sellers.
She kept her promise and made drawings and paintings for both of my houses. She was extremely talented.
She stayed engaged in my businesses and knew every employee at all my locations. Being as she had just finished college, and was an extremely talented artist, she brought new ideas to the company. She was a favorite for sure, she asked questions and wanted to learn every aspect of the Print world. I paid her a very nice salary with perks and a travel card for introducing new concepts to my business.
I was still Sir and Mister in our house and once in a while she would do something to deserve a spanking. It was just like stuff June would do.
I caught COVID and had a rough time with it. At one point I thought I was going to die so I had my lawyer write up my will and gave everything to Sarah. I did not tell her.
Sarah would never leave my side during the entire process except when they made her leave to get sleep, and never even caught a sniffle. She nursed me back to health and even gave me a so-called spanking for never taking a COVID shot.
She had her dream come true when we found a small shop for sell and bought it so she could open a small art gallery. She named it Sarah’s Art Emporium and advertised for local artist to display and sell their art there. She would post all of the paintings and drawings in her shop on the internet and did online sales. She got a commission on every sale that wasn’t hers.
It was open Thursday thru Sunday since she was involved in my business and was working on her Master’s Degree. Sarah didn’t need the schooling; she needed the challenge.
Life had been a dream for me, June kept her promise and gave herself back to me as Sarah. I could not have been more blessed to have the Love they gave me.
When my 50th Birthday was coming up, Sarah had been putting together an Asian tour for us. We would be gone for 8 weeks. Two of my business mangers retired so instead of rehiring and training someone, we decided to sell them. We also sold another one to a manager that had been with me since the beginning so we had three shops left. These were pretty much self sufficient and needed little attention since the contracts we had kept them busy. Plus, they were all within an hour’s flight or 4-to-5-hour drive.
Sarah played “The week before your birthday” game. Every day for a week before my birthday she had something planned. They were all surprises.
Since my birthday fell on a Sunday, we started on Monday morning. Sarah chartered us a flight to New Orleans and had made us a reservation at a place called Fred Pierre’s. It was a darkened restaurant that had topless waitress wearing thongs and male waiters that wore just cock socks. Each table had a male and female server.
During wait times for food to be placed we took full advantage of the situation and made teasingly love to each other. When we left, we hurried to our charter jet and fucked on the way home.
Tuesday afternoon, we boarded another chartered flight and went to a Burlesque Show. It was very good and again, we wanted to hurry to our flight home and have sex.
Wednesday night was easy night. We went to a rooftop restaurant and had a light dinner and a few drinks. It was a beautiful night with a full moon, so it was romantic just sitting there.
Thursday, we took a chartered flight to New York and went to a Cabaret Show, this was something June always loved. We had a great time and was very lucky they were doing a Femme Fatale show and even had a great “Some Like It Hot” performance. We flew back home after the show.
Friday, we flew back to New Orleans and Sarah had us go to a very posh Strip Club. We sat in the VIP section and had private dancers come and tease us with exotic dances. One couple, a male and female, even performed sex right in front of us. It was awesome. This was another sex in the jet trip back home.
Saturday was the coup de gras, Sarah had invited managers and employees she had got to know well for a surprise birthday party. She knew they were the only friends I had since June died. She actually found my cousin I grew up with, who I haven’t talked to or seen since June died. We had gotten in some stupid argument and in my grief never reached out to him again. She paid for them to have a motel room and paid their travel expenses. She had rented a large business suite, had it set up with four small stages and paid performers to do exotic dancing, and a caterer to supply light dinner dishes. She had a local baker make my favorite, a Carrot cake, for my birthday cake.
We started the day having wonderful sex. Sarah was insatiable sometimes. No complaints. The she had us go into town under the pretense of going shopping for some clothing she wanted and to buy me some new clothes for our upcoming trip to Asia. According to her, we needed better luggage also. Who am I to argue? She told me we had reservations at a nice hotel for the night and dinner at a very nice restaurant.
We checked in to the hotel and three carts of items we bought that day delivered to the room while we went to the lounge for a drink. It was only 1:30pm and had been a long day already, so Sarah suggested we go upstairs and take a short nap so we would be fresh for the night. Again, no complaints.
The alarm went off at 3pm and I was amazed I slept solid for just over an hour. Sarah had been awake and had just walked out of the shower. She looked radiant.
“Hello Mister, I hope your nap was good. Would you like for me to wash your body in the shower?” She asked with a smile that looked devious.
“When you ask like that, yes please, I would enjoy it very much.”
Sarah took her time washing my body down with a special cloth she had bought and even rewashed my cock using her mouth. Just to make sure my anus was clean she made sure by tonguing it until my knees started buckling. As I reached to grab her and fuck her in the shower she got out.
“Not yet Mister Birthday, I will give everything to you tonight. Right now, please come here and let me dry you off.”
“Not fair,” I told her. “You tease me like that then make me wait. Bad girl.”
“Yes, Sir, bad girl, you will have to discipline me later.”
Someone knocked on the door and Sarah told me,” “I have a hairstylist and makeup artist meeting me here to fix my hair and do my make-up. I will also get a pedicure and a manicure. I set one up for you also. I hope you don’t mind.”
I stayed in the bedroom and checked my emails and an hour later, Sarah walked in smiling so I could get a good look at her being made-up.
“Good Lord, Sarah, you look stunning. People will be staring at you for sure.”
“Wait until you see my dress,” She smiled.
“Your turn, go in the living room, they are waiting on you.”
They trimmed my hair, gave me a shave, trimmed my brows and put a moisturizer on my face. I also got a facial massage and pedicure and a manicure. I never would have believed it could feel that good.
“Wow, you look handsome all groomed, I think we will do it at least once a month.
Sarah had put out a pair of black trousers and a light blue shirt for me to wear along with a dinner jacket. She had made me buy new underwear, socks and new shiny shoes also.
She put on a stunning red dress that showed a lot of leg and a lot of cleavage. The jewelry she bought accented her attire. Her red shoes and small red purse completed the ensemble. For the first time, I actually felt like a few million dollars. June would always say one day we would go out in style.
We were just a short distance away from the place where Sarah had set up a dinner reservation for us, so we walked.
“I never knew this place had a top floor restaurant,” I told her.
“Well, it is by special appointment only. I think you will love it.”
The door greeter let us in and using a key, set the elevator to go to the top floor. Little did I know he placed a call to inform them we were on our way up.
We reached the top floor and when the door opened a scantily clad lady and man greeted us and brought us to the restaurant door. I never heard of this place.
When the door opened, we walked into a darkened foyer and then when we entered the main room, everyone shouted “HAPPY BIRTHDAY!”
I was in shock; Sarah was beaming with excitement and my jaw was wide open.
“Happy Birthday my love,” Sarah told me.
I grabbed her and kissed her with a burning love. This was something I never expected.
After the initial excitement was over, we walked around thanking everyone and laughing about how good the surprise was. I was amazed at the set-up and loved the stages with the dancers. The music wasn’t too loud and the caterer had laid out all the food and deserts so people could eat a la cart as they wanted.
“I have one more surprise for you, follow me.”
Sarah led me around the corner and I saw my cousin Eugene. I started tearing up and ran and hugged him. I apologized at least 5 times for being an ass and not staying in touch with him.
We laughed and cried together over old times for nearly an hour. He told me Sarah was June re-incarnated and I told him he was righter than he knew.
My love for Sarah grew to a dimension I didn’t know I had in me since June died.
The party was on a scale I could never imagine, Sarah was stunning and everyone had a great time. I was the luckiest man in the world.
I had my surprise for her. We had joked around looking at rings and I knew what she liked and what size she wore so I hired a jeweler to make an engagement ring for her and clean up June’s old wedding band.
After everyone had settled down and was just mingling, I led Sarah quietly to one of the stages and announced to everyone I wanted to say thanks. They all cheered and then I dropped to a knee and asked Sarah if she would marry me.
After tears of joy and finally releasing me from her hugs she accepted. Again, huge cheers. I asked Eugene to be our best man. He accepted.
Obviously, I had to walk Sarah around to show off her ring and for everyone to hug and bless us. I thanked June at least 20 times. I knew this was her doing.
We finally got back to our room at 2 am, and got undressed for bed. Sarah walked in naked with bondage straps and a riding crop and said, “I was bad today to my Mister, teasing him in the shower and not letting him touch me. Please, punish me.”
I strapped her to the bed post and using the riding crop, gave her 3 lashes across each cheek of her ass. I added 3 more soft lashes on her pussy for the fun of it.
I undid her restraints and we fucked in every possible position we could until we passed out from exhaustion.
Today is Sunday my Birthday. Sarah woke me sucking my cock to completion and kissed me so I could taste myself. She knew I wasn’t a fan of it but did it so I could use it as an excuse to spank her butt. I used my hands and swatted her a few times on each cheek. It was in good humor.
We went to the restaurant downstairs for brunch and then went to see an Art gallery that Sarah wanted to visit and drop off one of her business cards. It turned out to be a huge success for her as the curator had heard of her gallery and was going to reach out to her.
Finally, we got back home and just rested.
We got married 3 months later. My Knoxville mangers wife, Brenda, had a bridal shop and Sarah flew back and forth having it made. It wasn’t elaborate but it was custom made for scratch. Brenda also found an estate that hosted marriages and did all the set-up, the flower, the booze and foods. She basically did everything but marry us. We were so grateful to her to put this together so fast.
We invited Sarah’s parents but they did not show. Eugene was our best man and Debra; my Georgia manager was Sarah’s’ maid of honor. They had become very close friends. There were 48 people at the wedding.
For a quickly put together wedding it was fabulous. Sarah and I thanked everyone and gave each one a very nice wedding gift. We gave Eugene and Debra each $10,000 and a trip to St. Johns with all expenses paid for. They had been dating since they met at my birthday party.
Sarah finished her Master’s Degree and then got her PhD. She now jokes I have to call her Dr. Sarah Montgomery, and I would.
On her 40th birthday, it was my turn to give her a surprise party. I knew she enjoyed BDSM and secretly watched video’s containing dungeons. I made a few calls and found a Dungeon Master, in Sarasota Florida, who was considered the best. He agreed to let us rent the dungeon with him taking charge. I gave him all the medical information he needed and let him know what her limits were and what she was most interested in.
I had secretly got into her computer and watched video’s she had been watching and knew what turned her on. We did mild versions of most of it, but for her birthday, it would be by a professional. He gave me an itinerary of how she should eat for a few days before we arrived.
I told her I had to eat a certain diet for a few days because of stomach issues so nothing seemed out of the ordinary. I took her to Sarasota Florida a few days before her birthday using its beautiful beaches as the reason.
On her birthday morning I surprised her with breakfast in bed and gave her a decorated shirt box for her present. She excitedly opened it and found the deeds and documents giving her half of everything I owned and full ownership after I die. She started crying and made me promise not to die. I laughed and promised I would hold of as long as I could. We made love that seemed so much more than that.
We had an early lunch eating just light salads as I told her we had a special dinner planed. I made sure she had what the Dungeon Master said so she would not be bloated or get sick.
My arrangement for the dungeon was to have a limousine pick us up at the hotel and bring us to the dungeon. There they would take her by each arm as we got out the limo and escort her to be prepped for her appointment.
I told her not to wear any panties or bra and just wear the sundress I liked so much. The place we were going to did not require formal wear. She liked the sound of that.
The Limo was there at the appointed time and the driver had us put on blindfolds. I was able to remove mine after Sarah got hers on.
We pulled up inside a dark underground parking lot and when Sarah got out, two men took an arm and started to escort her.
It startled her at first and I told her, “It’s ok, this is your real birthday present from me.”
She relaxed some and when they got her inside, they handed her off to two ladies wearing leather BDSM clothing. After they put on hand cuffs, they removed her blindfold with the Dungeon master standing in front of her.
Sarah looked around wild eyed then looked at me. I smiled and told her I knew she wished for this secretly and this was my present to her.
“If you want out, say so now,” the Dungeon master said. ‘If not, I will give you a safe word and a safe finger movement to do when you have enough.”
“I will first put you on a Saint Andrews cross and have a little fun, then if you want more we will move on to different activities. Are you ready?”
Sarah gave it about 5 seconds and emphatically said yes. Here eyes were wide and her pussy was dripping.
He escorted her to a Saint Andrews Cross and secured her arms and legs.
Her voice quivered as she asked, “How long will this last?”
He responded, “As long as I want or until you say the say word.”
He retrieved an 8 tailed flogger and turned on some light music. I could see Sarah holding her breath in anticipation.
The Master skillfully used the flogger around her body getting a little harder each time around. He especially made sure to get the sides of her breasts and on her pussy and ass cheeks.
Sarah was moaning in pleasure. I was learning.
After he finished with her, he escorted her to a bondage bench. He had her lean forward and bound her to the bench. He opened a cabinet and pulled out a riding crop.
The way he used the crop was amazing to watch. He would skirt her ass cheeks and the sides of her breast with it, then when she would relax some, he would swat her good with it. It would make her body jump up. You could see her pussy just red with lust and dripping fluids.
Finally, he moved on to what I saw Sarah watch the most. This one had me a bit worried, but I knew she enjoyed watching it.
He took hemp rope and tied her in a way she could be lifted up and just hang there. She had a ball gag in her mouth, and he blindfolded her, but he reminded her how to signal with her fingers when to stop.
With her hanging, he took a metal rod that would emit a light shock to areas he touched. He started at the bottom of her foot. When he touched it, she ached and let out a scream. The ball gag muffled the scream, but you could tell, it was real pain. No finger movement. He asked if she was ok. She nodded yes.
Next, he touched the bottom of her other foot, again she screamed. I was getting a hard-on.
When he touched one of her breasts, not only did she scream, but now she was sweating in pain. Still no finger movement, and still she agreed for more.
This went on a few more times and each time was the same result.
“Now for the finale,” he said.
He touched her pussy. Not once, not twice but three times. Sarah was screaming like crazy. I was so worried I just about called it off.
She was sweating and panting, her body was still convulsing a little, the Master walked to her and using his hands lightly rubbed her body and talked low and smooth to her. It truly was a Master at work.
He let her down and the two ladies came and took Sarah back to the dressing room. The Master told me she would be ready to leave in about 45 minutes. The ladies were hydrating her and washing her down, then would apply a soothing lotion all over her body.
Sarah came out of the dressing room looking fresh and ran and gave me a big hug.
“That was so awesome. How did you know?”
“Do you feel ok? Not hurt too much anywhere?”
“Surprisingly no, at the time, the pain was extreme but somehow felt good.”
One of the ladies said, “That’s what makes a great Dungeon Master. Knowing how to inflict pain and not causing damage.”
Sarah hugged and kissed me, “Thank you Mister. This is one of the best birthdays I have ever had. My best was my first one with you.”
Sarah wanted to have a child and after consulting with a doctor it was determined she could carry without problems. So, we got her pregnant.
9 months later, Sarah delivered a very healthy set of fraternal twins. We named our daughter June Marie, after June and Sarah’s grandmother, and we named our son Warren Michael, after my father.
Sarah’s gallery is doing great. She is getting top ranked exhibitions and had to get a larger building. She stays open 5 days a week now. Wednesday through Sunday.
We sold all but the Print Shop in Georgia. That one has all the government contracts so it’s easy to operate.
Our lives together are great every day. The kids are growing fast, and I know with all my heart; June came back to me and is making sure my life is great.
The End