After a few moments she let Len up for air. His erection was tenting the front of his shorts, but he made no motion to do anything about it, and with a smile, she went inside. Turning, she watched as he adjusted himself, briefly palming and squeezing his dick, but he went no further. Instead, he rose and made his way to the shed in the back corner of the yard, and she continued inside to assess the house.
She needed to dust. Len was allergic to dust, so she hadn’t put that on The List, and she decided she’d dust with the windows open to get some fresh air into the house. With that task completed, she went upstairs to sort laundry and pull the sheets off their bed. From the upstairs bedroom window, she saw Len with the weed whacker and couldn’t help but smile. The man might not relish doing yard work, but he also hated it when the stuff he couldn’t get with the mower got out of hand.
By the time she’d sorted the laundry and started a load, Len was coming back inside. He’d never put on a shirt, and it looked as if his shoulders were burning.
“Did you put on sunscreen?”
He looked chagrined. “No.” Cissy sighed. Her grandfather had died of skin cancer and he knew how she felt about sunscreen. “I’m sorry. I was preoccupied.” Len shifted his weight from foot to foot. “So, um, I was thinking…”
Cissy’s eyebrows rose. “Yes?”
“I, um, I want you to spank me.”
Her vision went fuzzy and all she got out was, “Really?”
Way to make him feel comfortable…
“Yeah. I feel really bad about everything and I think I’ll feel better if you do this. I need the pain. I need to feel it, you know?” He bit his lip briefly, looking at her and then at a spot over her left shoulder. “Do you think you’d feel better? I mean, do you want to?”
“If you think this is something you need, I can try.” She thought about those pictures on the website of all the guys’ asses after they’d been punished and wasn’t at all sure she could do that to Len. “But I need a little bit of alone time first. Is that okay?”
“Yeah, sure,” he answered quickly as if he was relieved she didn’t want to haul him over her lap right then and there. That was not happening. “I’ll clean the downstairs bathroom. Just, um, let me know when you’re ready.” In what was surely an unconscious move, he briefly ran his hand over his ass and headed for the downstairs half bath.
Never in a million years did Cissy think she’d be in this place in her life. She knew she was as much to blame for letting their marriage get out of hand by not standing up for herself sooner. Cissy was glad she had now, but was afraid their marriage would be totally different after today. She wanted different, but did she want this kind of different? Would Len agree to an FLR? Would spanking him be a one-time thing? What would happen whenever he broke any rules she set forth? They had so much to talk about.
After thinking everything through Cissy still wasn’t sure how far she wanted to take this, but Len had specifically asked her for a spanking and she couldn’t let him down. She glanced at the clock. Fifteen minutes had passed. With a deep breath, she left the room.
Chapter Five
By the time she thoroughly perused that website and a few others, her pussy was throbbing and her breathing was shallow. She wanted this to work for so many reasons. With a deep breath, she went downstairs. Len was sorting the recycling, which was scheduled to go out that night.
“Hey.”
She bit her lip. “Hey.” Taking another deep breath, she then asked, “So do you still want to do this?” He nodded. “I need you to say it, Len. I need to have no doubt this is something you want, something you asked me to do. This isn’t going to be easy for me, despite what you might think, and I need things to be really clear.”
Len pulled out his phone and showed her what was on the screen. It was a BDSM website, and the page he was on talked about dominance and submission. “When I finished with the bathroom, I pulled this up on my phone. It makes me uncomfortable as all hell to admit this, but I think our marriage will be better if we try this. I work a lot better with rules and structure, I think, and if you can give me those I truly believe our marriage will improve. Part of those rules and structure is consequences when I break them. I hate the silent treatment you give me when I’ve done something wrong. I’d much rather have you tell me how pissed you are and then spank me. After that, I’d be forgiven and we could move on.”
“I’m not sure how dominant I really am.”
“That’s okay. The website said the level of dominance is different with every couple.”