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Chapter 2 - Naughty Marion
Gary's tired eyes immediately wakened as he watched his wife writhing in
ecstasy from the frantic motion of her own fingers. His cock stood
immediately
at attention causing a painful cramp in his dress pants. The sight was
nothing
new to him, he had found her this way on several occasions, and had given
her
exactly what she desired. Marion arched her back as the waves of orgasm
swept
through her body. When she open her eyes on her husband she smiled.
"I take it that dinner isn't ready," Gary said in a gruff voice sinking into
his role as an annoyed husband.
"Uh. no darling, I thought you were taking us out tonight," Marion lied. She
knew what response that would invoke and ached in anticipation for what
would
come.
"Don't lie to me you little slut. You knew damn well we weren't going out
tonight. You've done nothing but gratify your own selfish desires, instead
of
taking care of your husband and children."
Marion looked defiantly at him, her pussy soaking the covers beneath her
tingling bottom. "My desires are not selfish, and I worked as hard as you
did
today." They both knew she didn't. She put in approximately 4 hours at the
local university library, where she did little more than check out a few
books,
and gossip with the other ladies about this or that. Her work left her off
Fridays, and the weekends but kept her from going insane at home the rest of
the week.
"You," Gary said pointing at his wife, "are a spoiled little girl, and
deserve
to be treated as one."
Marion's eyes widened. She knew what was to come, but out of a mixture of
dread and anticipation she began to back away as Gary walked the few steps
necessary to reach her. He wrap his big hands around her wrist and dragged
her
whimpering body off the bed and then across his knee. Marion began to kick
her
legs and fought, more or less, his advances. Gary was much stronger than she
in any case and he held her firmly. She tensed as his hand raised fearing
the
impending smack and inviting it as she tried to push her bottom up to meet
it's
descent.
Gary's palm and fingers left a red print on her right cheek that spread
waves
of fire in all direction of her bottom. She arched her back upward and
yelped.
The warmth did not touch her hairless pussy, but she, in her deep
subconscious, knew that it eventually would. At the present she was
physically
trying to roll from her husbands lap, wondering what possessed her to
initiate
the game by not preparing is dinner for him.
Gary's hand descend again, this time smacking her well rounded left cheek.
The
ripples of pain and heat spread again mingling with the previous spank.
Marion
yelped again and kicked harder, but Gary's grasp held firm. He enjoyed
watching her kick, but would have to make sure she didn't kick her way off
his
lap. He let descend four more spanks in quick succession covering every part
of her bottom.
Marion bit into the covers of the bed trying to stifle the screams that she
knew her naughty son would hear in his room down the hall, not to mention
other
children who may have come home in the mean time. She was glad the bedroom
door was shut, they wouldn't come in and find her being spanked like a
little
girl by their father. As a seventh spank connected with her warming bottom,
she began to feel the heat spreading into the depths of her pussy, and she
knew
the next smack or two would reach her clit which was beginning to swell with
the pressure of her body against her husbands leg. "Damn," she thought, "he
isn't going to like getting my cum all over his slacks. I'm going to get
more
for that later tonight."
The eighth smack landed solidly on the soft underpart of her bottom where it
met her thighs and she couldn't help but scream aloud. The ninth and tenth
strokes landed in quick succession, touching places on her bottom as yet
unmarked by the previous spanks. Her clit now felt the heat rising and it
began hardening and aching with delight.
Gary paused for a moment to rub her bottom and the back of her thighs. Not
once did his hand dip between her legs, though she wished it would and give
her
the relief she craved. The stroking only made matters worse in her bare
genitals and she tried to rub against his leg. Gary had said nothing during
the first ten strokes, no scolding, no loving words, not even a "slut" or
"whore" which were favorites of his. As she began to feel the pressure in
her
pussy from the stimulation of his leg, he finally spoke.
"Still trying to satisfy your own urges aren't you. Look at you, your trying
to hump my leg and it isn't even stuck into that wet little hole of yours."
He knew damn well it didn't take anything actually inside her to stimulate
her
clit to cum. He had known that from their first date some 17 years ago.
"I think we are going to need the brush."
Marion shrieked. "No Gary, please not the brush, you know how hard it is to
sit after that."
"I know, but I also know what a naughty little slut you have been, and what
it
does that little cunt of yours."
Marion truly dreaded the brush. She never looked forward to it, but knew
exactly how it made her pussy feel, it opened the fucking flood gates is
what
it did. She'd be so wet when he finished, she'd have to towel off just to
keep
from soaking her own panties.
The brush sat on the bedside table and Gary retrieved it so easily that he
didn't even have to loose his grip.
The spanking resumed with some twenty smacks liberally applied to her
burning
ass, and twenty separate waves of heat rousing her pussy to ecstasy. On the
tenth stroke, Gary stopped again to lightly rub her bottom and thighs, again
never dipping his hand any lower than the uppermost portion of her thigh. On
the twentieth stroke he finally deign her punish enough to lightly brush her
outer labia with his finger. Marion could handle it no longer and the flood
gates did open soaking his pants leg. She was crying openly, but the release
was as welcomed as it was inevitable.
Gary, stood her up and looked sternly at his pant leg. "You will have to
clean
that tonight you understand?"
Marion, nodded meekly, not daring to look in his eyes, acting every part the
penitent young lady, instead of the spoiled slut.
"Give it a good presoak now, so it won't take so long tonight, and postpone
the
spanking you must receive for doing it."
Marion knelt and began to lick at the wet patch of cum on his pant leg. She
relished the taste of her own juices and relished even more the humiliation
her
husband put her through. Gary stood, "Now remove them." He commanded.
Quickly she removed his pants as he removed his coat, shirt and tie. She
looked up at him askance having completed the task.
Gary noticed she had removed his underwear as well letting his thick cock
feel
the fresh air of the bedroom. "Ok, you little slut, you can taste it," Gary
said smiling.
Marion smiled back and eagerly swallowed his prick sucking passionately. His
cock was already stiff and the attention only served to make it ache more.
Gary relaxed as she serviced his cock and then stiffened as the sperm came
boiling up from his balls. Marion could feel it travel up the length of his
long tool and pushed it all the way to the back of her throat withdrawing it
only after the first squirt shot straight down her throat. Each subsequent
ejaculation filled her mouth to overflowing. She loved the taste of her
husband as much as he loved giving her the drink. Both laid back on the bed,
Marion lying atop him with her glowing red bottom sticking in the cool air.
After several minutes passed, Gary asked, "So what are we going to do for
dinner?"
" You could always take us out," Marion smiled at him.
"I guess I will have to, but you will have to pay for it later young lady,"
Gary answered, smacking her bottom once to show what he meant, as if he had
to.
"Oh, I'm counting on it," Marion smiled then pinched the nipple on his chest
and danced away before he could start anything else at the moment. She was
hungry afterall.
The tasted wonderful to Marion as she looked forward to the evenings
continuing
festivities. And the festivities beat the dinner by half.
End Chapter 2