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Married Life by Emma Blue,
spanking
A young wife recounts
the details of her two favorite passions, sex and spanking.
Throw in some naughty exhibition and an audience, and you have
one hot true-to-life story.
Copyright (c)
2006 by Emma Blue, all rights reserved, not for sale
I know
where the phrase “weak in the knees” comes from. When I’m horny,
and my nipples are aching, and I run cold water over my
fingertips until they’re chilled, and then rub each nipple
across the tips or rub each gently between a finger and thumb,
my knees actually buckle a little. It feels so good that I do
get weak in the knees. I’m at the mercy of anyone who does that
to me.
In the
shower I sometimes imagine that I’m to stand still without
touching myself while someone bathes me. The important part is
when he (or she, doing it at a man’s instruction) soaps his
fingers and rubs my nipples. I wait, anticipating, and the
sensation is delicious when the gentle friction begins. There go
my knees again; sometimes I have to lean against the shower
wall.
My first
orgasms were from water. I learned from reading a book that I
could position my pussy under a running faucet, and wonderful
things would happen, so I tried it as soon as I could, and then
as often as I could thereafter. Seems innocent. You’re running
bath water. What could be nicer than that? What no one realizes
is that you have placed your feet in the tub, one on each side
of the faucet, raised your hips, and opened your thighs while
supporting yourself by your hands, and the gushing water is
coursing over your pussy, more specifically, your clit. The
water is soft even when turned all the way on, so it doesn’t
push you past the goal too fast by being too intense. But it
doesn’t take long before you can feel something building, and
when you go over the edge, you go WAY over, and it’s almost more
than you can bear. You move away and sit down in your innocent
bath, panting, still pulsing. It’s delicious. I got in the
habit. Once I was so anxious to feel that water that I heard
myself give a little “mew” just like a kitten as I was getting
ready. I’m not kidding.
If you
have a shower and not a tub, as I do now, it’s important to have
a detachable shower head. Then you can sit on the shower floor,
or a shower seat, at your leisure while you give yourself over
to coming. Not only does it feel very good on my clit, but
pulsing jets do really nice things to my asshole as well.
My husband
doesn’t like me to come all by myself. He doesn’t like to miss
it, ever, which I can understand. So he finally made me promise
not to come, even in the shower, unless he can watch and
participate. I appreciate the attention, but it’s hard to wait
sometimes. I can’t help but aim that spurting liquid, and before
you know it, it’s too late, and I’m in trouble. Because he can
always tell. When I get in trouble, I get something else I
really like: a spanking. So you can see how hard it is to be
good.
One
afternoon I was aching and horny, and knew he’d be out for at
least an hour more. I could lie on the bed and rub my pussy,
maybe watching myself in the mirror, or use my handy vibrator,
but I went for the water. And the sound of the water masks any
sound of a man coming home, so when he walked into the bathroom,
I was seated on my little shower seat with my legs spread as
wide as possible, holding my pussy lips apart with one hand, and
aiming the jets with the other right onto my hard clit. I was
just getting to the “going over the edge” part, and I was
moaning and even twitching a little, it was getting so strong.
Suddenly the shower door opened, and the water was shut off.
There I was. Didn’t matter that I hadn’t actually come yet. I
was obviously trying. No way to cover this up, and he was more
than a little annoyed.
But also
more than a little hard. I could see the big bulge in his pants,
and my mouth started watering. I reached up for him, but he
slapped my hand away.
“Oh, no,
you don’t. Stand up!” I was trembling (from the water, not
fear), but managed to get up with no help from him. “Turn
around!” I did. “Bend over!” I did, placing my hands on the
shower bench. “Don’t move.” I heard him take his pants off,
smiled, and enjoyed how horny I was feeling, arching my back to
push my bottom up as much as possible. I peeked back, assuming
that he was starting to get in a better mood. Why not? He had
missed one orgasm, but it looked like there would be at least
one more. Mmmm. I couldn’t wait.
Thwack!
Yikes, he had started right in. The slap on my ass stung, and my
butt cheek was still burning when he slapped me again, and
again, and more. When your ass is wet like mine was, the slaps
are even more effective. I had to concentrate on just holding on
to the bench and keeping my position. He was annoyed enough,
undoubtedly still picturing my working on coming all by myself,
that he was really lighting into me. And it really did sting. I
cried out more than once, but I liked it. He’ll usually
increase the strength of his spanking gradually, so my pussy
will be wet and I’ll be ready by the time the slaps are hard.
This time, of course, I was already horny, and my pussy was
already dripping wet, so I guess that made up for no spanking
foreplay. When he slowed down and finally stopped, we were both
panting, My pussy was dripping, my ass was red and stinging,
and it was definitely time for me to get fucked.
“I can
still see my hand print on your ass.” He got on his knees and
started massaging and kissing my cheeks. “Does it hurt too
much?”
“It’s
sore. But it’ll feel much better if you’ll fuck my pussy.
Please?” He laughed and pressed his big, hard cock against my
ass. “In. Please put it in!” He slid his cock up and down
against the crack of my ass. “Please!!!” Then he finally
positioned himself, and lunged deep into me. Mmmmm. That’s what
I was needing. I raised my ass high and spread my legs wide,
bending over with my face against the seat, encouraging him to
pump into me, not that he needed much encouragement. I was
loving it, grunting and moaning each time he pumped into me. You
can be as ladylike as you want in life, but when it comes to
being fucked by someone who knows how, there’s a point where any
woman will just have to give in to her most basic urges, enjoy
herself, and make lots of noise while doing it. When he came, he
pulled out to spurt all over my ass. He loves to watch it: the
cock pulsing; drops of come, and then spurts (I love that word)
making a lovely mess all over my ass, or my breasts, or my
tummy, or my face and dripping down my chin.
As our
breathing came back to normal, he raised me up and turned me so
that I could sit on the seat. “Spread wide. I want to see your
pussy.” I obliged. “Spread your lips with your fingers.” Oh,
yes. He picked up the shower head from the floor, and turned it
on to pulse. Oh, my. Then he aimed it right at my pussy, teasing
around my clit and sometimes blasting water right onto it. I was
dying. I had been waiting so long to come, and I could feel a
big orgasm building. He was merciless with the water; when I
came he kept it aimed, and I bucked and jerked and cried out and
moaned, it was so strong. When I opened my eyes, the first thing
I saw was a really hard cock aimed straight at my face, and I
greedily opened my mouth. That was all that was missing: a cock
in my mouth.
That’s
another great feeling, that fullness as you deep throat a hard
cock, and the satisfaction of thoroughly licking and sucking
your loved one until he comes down your throat. Mmmm, yes. And I
really like attention to my nipples while I’m sucking cock;
actually I love attention to my nipples while doing anything of
a sexual nature. Coming is always best when my nipples are
involved.
Yes, we’re
back to my nipples. One thing that makes me really hot is when
my husband tells me what to wear when we’re going out,
especially what to wear secretly where only he and I know about
it. I have a bra with cut-outs right around the nipples. The bra
makes my breasts stick out, and my nipples are then sticking
even further out, very vulnerable and open to anything, only no
one else knows. He can casually rub his arm against my breast,
or maybe lightly stroke my nipple during a movie. It drives me
wild, my panties are getting wet, and I want to sit on his cock
and fuck him right there, but we look quite innocent if you
don’t notice that I’m flushed and breathing a little quicker
than usual.
Once he
instructed me rather sternly (which I love) to wear that bra
(which is white) under a dark, slightly sheer top that fits a
little tightly across my breasts. To wear my short, flirty
skirt, with (again instructed sternly) no panties. And to wear
my thigh-high stockings. Mmmm. When I walk with those stockings
on, especially with no panties, there’s friction against my
pussy, and it feels really nice. Walking across a restaurant
floor becomes extremely erotic.
Dinner was
lovely in a darkened place we frequent that has good music and
food. What made it especially lovely was during the meal when he
sneaked his hand up my skirt and gently rubbed the top of my
thigh, inching slowly over to the center, and then lightly
rubbed back and forth across my pussy lips. Wow. I think I held
my breath for a bit, and then I wanted to sit up on the table
and spread my legs so he could kneel and eat me out. If people
watched, that would be ok, too. But instead I was genteel, and
gradually managed to finish my meal, while stroking his bulging
cock through his pants, of course.
He took me
to a particular bar after that, and when we danced, I realized
suddenly that the black light was making my bra light up like
neon under my shirt, and the fact that my nipples weren’t
covered was becoming very obvious to anyone who was interested.
My husband grinned; he had planned it that way. While we were
dancing close, he gave me another instruction: “During the next
dance I want you to stroke and play with your nipples through
the entire song.” I gasped and protested, but no use. So I did
it. It was a crowded floor, but every man around me, and several
women, had their eyes glued to my breasts by the time the song
was over. My knees were a little wobbly as my husband led me to
sit at the bar, directly under a black light. I was actually
enjoying the attention, so I did a little improvising on my own,
pinching my nipples through my shirt as the bartender was
bringing my drink. Stuff like that, deliberately planned to
irritate my husband. On my own, instead of only at his command.
I even danced by myself once, flaunting myself to the crowd. By
the end of the evening, he was more than ready to exert some
major control, as I hoped he would, so he pulled me to a back
room where certain regulars hang out, and proceeded to spank the
living daylights out of my sweet ass, in plain view of all in
the room. Not the first time, I must say. And I’m not the only
one to be spanked back there for the edification of all who are
there. But it was the first time I’d had no panties. I saw the
men start grinning when my skirt was pulled up. Spanking AND
bare pussy. Hardening bulges all around.
But first
my husband sat down. Then he commanded me to unbutton my blouse.
My fingers were trembling, but I finally got it done. I waited.
“Take it off!” I hesitated.
“Do it!” I
slowly pulled it off, and there, in their glory, were my big,
hard nipples sticking out for all to view. “Bend over my knee!”
I did. He pulled my skirt up and told me to hold very still. He
held my hands together behind my back with one hand, and
proceeded to methodically, thoroughly spank my ass cheeks with
the other. My nipples were at attention, my ass was stinging and
red, my hands were held tightly, and there was nothing I could
do about the chastising I was receiving or the rapt attention of
the men in the room, all of whom I knew. Does it sound awful? I
have to tell you, I was so hot, and my pussy was so wet, I’m
sure it was dripping. I was exposed to these men; I was totally
under the control of my husband; and I was safe to enjoy it and
cry out and moan, and know that I was going to get fucked to a
great orgasm later. I love to get spanked, as my husband knows.
I also am a bit of an exhibitionist. So he knows just what to do
to make me happy.
I couldn’t
really walk after it was over. My legs were trembling, and I was
breathing hard, so he picked me up in his arms and carried me
out the back door to our car. I thought we’d never get home. I
was loud, crying out when he pumped into my pussy; moaning and
groaning as I sucked him deep. He came in my mouth, and I sucked
in and swallowed every drop. Then I lay back while he licked,
probed, and sucked my pussy. My hips bucked as I came really
hard, and I tried to move his face away, but I was pinned down,
and he wouldn’t stop licking my clit until I couldn’t stand it
and finally begged. He moved up beside me, and we kissed.
Thoroughly fucked and happy. And I can’t wait to do it all over
again.
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