Out To Dinner
by Rosey
copyright © 2002

Craig was just plain worn out and peeved as he drove home. He didn't have a job; he had a sentence! And he didn't have clients; he had fruit-loops wandering around loose! He pulled into the driveway and hit the garage door opener. The lawn caught his eye. It looked odd. No bikes, no roller-blades, no basketballs. No kids, either. What the hell was going on? He didn't want to know, whatever was up. He got out of the car wearily and trudged into the kitchen, stopped short and stared at his sweet Iris.

His sweet Iris was standing there wearing just about nothing and those black high-heeled boots he liked, holding a beer. Craig couldn't have said what she was wearing, but he did notice the lace at the top caught on her nipples and her pussy-hair shadowed the lace at the bottom. He dropped his briefcase absently.

"Hi, honey. Need a cold one?" Iris smiled. Her voice was quiet but her eyes were laughing.

"Uh, yeah," Craig took a long swallow. "Where are the kids?" He took off his tie with the other hand and draped it over the door handle, undid the top, strangling shirt button.

Iris grinned. "At your sister's. For the night."

"I see." Craig started to feel better. He grinned back at her. "Hi, honey. I'm home. What's for dinner?"

"Me."

"Uh huh. Sounds good." Craig drained the rest of his beer and set the can down on his briefcase.

"Um, so you want a shower or anything? Or, um, you want to go upstairs?" Iris seemed uncertain of quite what to do next. Craig grinned at her.

"Upstairs, you little minx. And we can discuss why you are running around downstairs with no clothes on."

"Oh, but it was just for you! You know it!" Iris protested teasingly. "And anyway, I have clothes on. Just not many."

"Yeah. Just me and the mail man!" Craig was ready for a little silliness and some fun and games. "And I don't think that thing counts as clothes!"

"Yeah? So? What are you gonna do about it?" Iris continued teasing, wondering how far she should take this.

"You know damn well what!" Craig grabbed for her, but she danced out of the way and scooted toward the stairs. Unfortunately, boots can be hard to run in. Craig got a couple of solid slaps in before Iris reached the top of the stairs. The sight of that lovely ass going up the stairs, emphasized, not hidden by the lace was very inspirational. Craig scooped Iris up at the top of the stairs, went into their room and tossed her on the bed. He saw the slim oak paddle on the nightstand and grinned. The lady could read his mind. He felt a rush of tenderness too. He knew she had mixed feelings about spankings and liked very much that she set out the paddle. Iris, not thinking and still on her tummy, started to squiggle back off the bed. Unfortunately, it made the teddy ride up and put her right over the edge of the bed, her ass high. Craig took full advantage of the situation.

Planting one hand in the small of her back, he gave Iris's ass a good smack with the paddle. She yelped. And kicked out involuntarily. Craig swore.

"Hey. Wait a sec," he said. Iris froze. Craig pulled off first one boot and then the second. "That's better." Iris laughed. She quit laughing and moaned as he drew the edge of the paddle lightly up from one ankle to one cheek. Craig replaced his hand in the small of her back. Iris clutched the bedspread. He smacked her full bottom lightly. Very lightly at first, all over, on and around her bottom, Craig smacked with the paddle. Iris moaned some more. Craig smacked just a bit harder, and then harder yet, dancing the paddle all over her bottom and thighs. He saw his wife's body quiver and he wasn't ready yet to grant her the pleasure.

"Here, you. Undress me. On your knees," Craig ordered.

Iris, her eyes luminous with tears, giggled with delight. "I can't reach you that way. Let me do it my way."

"Just this once," he acquiesced.

Iris started unbuttoning his shirt very slowly, kissing him places as she worked her way down. She knelt and took off his shoes and socks, rubbed his feet. Undid his belt, which he grabbed before she could toss it to the side. Slid off his pants, kissing her way down as she had done with the shirt. Tugged off his shorts, kissing there too. Craig groaned. He tugged at her hair to direct her attention where he wanted it. He doubled his belt and took a swat at her ass. Iris groaned. Freed her mouth.

"No, sweetie, no. Please . . ."

"You love it and you know it. Suck me!" He smacked again harder. She moaned and complied. Craig smacked a bit and when he felt her starting to shake, reached down and touched her clit, very, very gently. Iris moaned around his cock. He tossed the belt on the bed, kept her head where he wanted it with one hand and with the other caressed her clit until she came with a huge gush and a muffled shriek. Craig grinned. He pulled her to her feet and hugged her, steered her gently towards the bed, kissing her neck. Craig lay down and, taking Iris by the waist he lifted her onto him. He kissed her breasts and ran his hands down her back. Sucked those lovely breasts. Bit the rosy nipples ever so gently. He pushed Iris up, made her sit up straight and reach behind her and touch his balls. She did, just the way he liked. He pulled her down again, and spanked that cute butt. She yelped and he muffled her noise with his mouth and his tongue and spanked more firmly. Moving within her, he felt her quiver before she noticed she was close. Pulling his mouth from hers, he bit her on the shoulder as he smacked her sharply. Iris came again with a gush. It was all he could do to wait. He was very ready, but he wanted a little more fun with his woman yet. But, god! She was hot and willing and pliant.


Craig cuddled Iris for a few moments as the waves of pleasure washed over her and made her tremble. She was breathing hard and Craig felt very pleased with himself. She was all his at this moment. No distractions, no stray thoughts, just his.

A new desire occurred to him. Craig pushed Iris off. "I want you on your knees. With your head down." He reached over to the nightstand and got out a short black strap.

Iris didn't like that position or implement much. It was what Craig usually used when he had a point to make.

"Hey, babe. No. Please," she pleaded. "You're not really mad I was downstairs like this, are you?"

"No. But just do it."

"Oh, come on. Please no. Please?"

"Look, you naughty little slut, do what you're told!" Craig was on the edge of annoyed. Iris did it. Craig started strapping her. He had a shade of red in mind for that pretty ass. Iris yowled into the bed and started to cry. Craig couldn't stand it another second. That red ass, that creamy pussy, oh! He plunged into her hot wet pussy, pounding hard. Craig's balls bounced against Iris's clit and she shrieked. That definitely set him off and he came all the way from his toes. And Iris gushed all the way from hers.

They collapsed into a heap.

After a bit, Iris and Craig curled up snuggling: drowsy, replete, and contented. Craig felt definitely smug. Much better. Iris felt tender but gleeful. She'd been really naughty and gotten just what she wanted. Well, maybe a little more than, but hey.

Craig mumbled, "So what *is* for dinner, honey?"

Iris chuckled. "I forgot about dinner. I was thinking about you. Can we go out for dinner?"

Craig rolled over and groaned. "Goddamn woman! Okay, fine." Always was something, with this one!

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