She worked her fingers furiously along her clit while pressing the well-lubricated plug into herself, taking the wider girth of it more easily than she thought she could, pushing it in and pulling it out, pausing when the widest part of the thing stretched her wider than was comfortable. She rubbed her clit harder and pulled the plug back out just a centimeter then seated it deep inside her, her muscles closing around the narrow neck of the thing as she came, her hips bucking on the bed, her hand drenched with her own juices, the dread of her upcoming humiliation, her punishment only dawning on her once she had come down from the high.
Jake walked into the house to smell another one of his favorite meals cooking: a roast. He set his briefcase down and smiled, rifling through the stack of envelopes. Very much like the other night, he went to peek into the oven to find the meat and potatoes roasting, knowing exactly where he would find his wife.
He smiled, his cock growing hard before he even opened the study door.
“Couldn’t wait, could you?” he said when he found Megan naked but for her panties which were pulled to her knees, standing in the corner with her nose touching the wall, hands at the back of her head.
“It was impossible, you try it,” she said.
He smiled at her sense of humor. He adored her.
Jake took off his jacket and eyed her naked body, the lines of her back, her narrow waist, her softly swelling hips. She had braided her hair and it sat over one shoulder. He rolled up one shirt sleeve at a time, never once taking his eyes from her, glad to see she hadn’t broken position and stood still facing the wall.
“You wet now, Meg?” he asked.
“Yes, sir,” she answered without hesitation.
His smile widened and he walked to her as he finished rolling up the second sleeve. He kissed her neck softly while his hands gripped her hips and dragged her back just a little. “Put your forehead against the wall,” he said. She did so as he pulled her a little farther, she stood leaning forward, her bottom lifted toward him. He pulled her bottom cheeks apart and touched the base of the plug. “How did that go?” he asked, twisting it slightly, drawing a moan from her when with his other hand, he touched her dripping pussy.
“How do you think?” she asked. “I mean I’m standing here in the corner. You must have some idea how it went.”
He chuckled. “You’ve got a smart mouth, Meg. I think we’ll use the belt tonight.”
“Belt?” she asked, turning for the first time since he had walked in to look at him over her shoulder.
“Belt,” he repeated.
Her eyes went to his hand as he unbuckled it.
“That will hurt,” she said, still half bent over, hands behind her head.
“Yep,” he said, almost laughing out loud. She was so darn cute and so willing to please him. And he had no intention of punishing her hard. Truly in his mind this wasn’t punishment at all. Not a real one. “Just a little with the belt. I’ll take you over my knee first and warm you up with my hand. Go ahead and straighten up.”
“Um… Jake?” she began, then seemed to change her mind. “My arms are tired.”
“How long have you been standing in the corner like that?”
She glanced at the clock on his desk. “I guess about twenty minutes. I came in after I got everything finished and cleaned up in the kitchen.”
“Oh, honey,” he said, taking her arms and bringing them down, rubbing them as he pulled her in for a hug. “You can just clasp opposite elbows next time when it’s so long, ok?”
“Oh. Thanks, I guess.”
He moved toward the couch and brought her with him.
“But wait,” she began, hesitating when he sat down.
“Yes?”
“The belt. I’m not really sure about that.”
“We’ll go slowly, don’t worry. Maybe I was too light with my hand the last time if you prefer it?”
She shook her head. “Oh no no! Not at all. I’m just thinking the belt will hurt a lot worse than your hand and that hurt plenty already.”
It took all he had not to smile wider. She was completely serious.
“You know what, hon,” he began, pulling her to sit on his lap. “I’ll be honest with you, I would have been really surprised if you’d been able to get through the entire day without touching yourself.”
“You knew?”
Now he laughed. “Shall we get this done so we can move on to better things?”
“Will I be allowed to come?” she asked. “I’ve been on edge all day, Jake! I thought that one, and really it was just to get myself to relax so I could put the plug in, but I thought that one would do it and I’d be ok, but…”
He smiled, taking her face and bringing it to his, kissing her.
“And really, I think I should get something for telling you the truth. I could have lied and pretended I’d been good.”
“Let me ask you something then,” he said, a little more serious this time. “Do you want me to let you off the hook?” he asked. “I gave you one restriction and you ignored it. You felt guilty enough that you came to stand in the corner yourself. I think you want me to hold you accountable. Or am I misreading things?”
“I just don’t really want the belt. I think that will hurt a lot.”
“Answer my question. Do you want me to let you off the hook? Would it be fair to either one of us if I don’t follow through?”
She considered for a moment, her expression also growing more serious. “You should spank me,” she said.
He smiled. “You know we’re playing around and you’re not in real trouble, you understand that, right?”
She nodded.
“Do you remember your safe word?”
She nodded again.
“If you feel like the belt is too much, use it and we’ll go from there, ok?”
“Ok.”
“Where do your hands and feet stay while you’re being spanked?” he asked.
“On the floor.”
“All right, slide your panties off and get in position.”
She stepped out of her underwear which had slid to her ankles and got up from her seat on his lap to lean over it, holding on to his thigh as she lowered herself and put her hands on the floor.
“Do I need to hold you in place?” he asked.
“No, sir.”
He started softly, just caressing her bottom and thighs first, spreading her open to press on the base of the plug. He wanted to take her ass. His cock throbbed beneath her belly as she wriggled about and he realized what she was trying to do, moving just a little forward. He shook his head and smacked her ass.
“Ow!”
“Don’t try to come. Remember that’s why you’re in this mess to begin with.”
“Sorry. Ow!”
He spanked fast, covering both cheeks and the very tops of her thighs. He gripped her waist to keep her from moving so much and he could see the effort it took for her to keep her hands and feet on the floor. She made some sound but just like the other night, she wasn’t one to scream or call out. It didn’t surprise him, actually, he would have been surprised if she was a screamer. She kicked now and again but only once did he have to remind her to keep her feet on the floor. When her bottom and thighs were a pretty shade of pink, he lifted her to stand. She stumbled but he caught her as he rose to his feet. Her eyes were wet and her face flushed, hair sticking to her forehead where she’d broken a sweat. He pushed them back from her face and kissed her temple as he reached to pull his belt from its loops.
“Bend over the arm of the couch, Meg,” he said.
She glanced at the belt, then back at him. He nodded to reassure her and she moved toward the couch, draping herself over the wide arm with her hands on the seat.
“Down flat on your torso, you can keep your arms underneath you.”
She did as he said without a word, laying her face on the seat and looking up at him.
“We’ll do ten. You’ll count out loud and thank me each time. If you rise, the stroke won’t count, understood?”
She lifted her face from the sofa and nodded, looking forward. He saw how she had fisted her small hands beneath her chest to brace herself. The belt would hurt but he wanted to use it, he wanted to mark her with it. He wanted to line neat stripes along her ass and thighs and he wanted to do it with his belt.
Before moving to take up his place behind her, he went to his desk and retrieved a tube of lubricant, slipping it into his pocket. “Straight legs, don’t bend your knees. Feet flat on the floor and thighs together. Good girl.”
She sucked in a breath with the first stroke and he waited, watching the quickly reddening stripe on the center of her ass. His cock grew even more rigid, if that were possible, and he was certain fucking her wasn’t going to last long.
“One, sir. Thank you.”
He brought the belt down again and waited for her to count, wishing now he’d given a lesser number or not asked her to count because he wanted these strokes done and he wanted to fuck her. The third stroke lay just above the last and she clenched her bottom, tucking her arms deeper beneath her as she called out the count. The next four he did quickly, barely giving her enough time to count out the strokes. The last three he concentrated in one place along her sit spots. She counted each one and when it was over, she turned to face him but remained in position. Her eyes were red and her forehead shone with sweat. He dropped the belt to the floor and before sliding his pants off, he reached underneath her to find her clit. She lifted her hips to him and he rubbed the slippery nub while with his other hand, he gripped the base of the plug.