The Gift That Keeps on Giving

Revelations -
The Beginning
by Soshyi

"Sweet Baby, you stay there now," he whispered. "Stay in your corner until I tell you to come out."

"Hmmmmmmmmmm?" I purred.

"Stay in your corner."

He backed away, eyes on her plump, red bottom. He brought his left hand up to his face, closed his eyes and inhaled her scent. He couldn’t breath deep enough. The musky odor she left on his fingers was intoxicating. His eyes drift open once again and rested on her body. His thumb reached his mouth and was sucked inside.

"Mmmmmmm…." Delicious. Indescribable.

He gave a glance at the fireplace. Logs still crackle. Flames dance upward. Perfect. He had prepared well. This was going to be a long night. One they both will remember.

Walking slowly towards the couch, he began to undress. One cuff was released, then the next. The buttons down his shirt separated revealing his chest. He stayed in control and had trained himself well. He’d had a worthy goal. The biggest challenge of his life was standing over in the corner. He turned, rested his gaze upon her and smiled. No doubt, she’ll challenge him still. He lays his shirt over the arm of the nearby chair. His hands drifted down over his stomach and released the top button of his jeans. Fingers ease the zipper down and he carefully lowered his pants and boxers.

"Ahhhh…" His erection bounced, free of its confinement.

Folding the remaining clothes, he placed them in the chair. His shoes and sox long since removed. Lowering himself to the sofa, he sat and contemplated his Love. He could see, by her breathing, that she was regaining her senses. He relaxed and remembered a year ago tonight. He wondered if she was remembering as well….

Revelations

He dropped the gym bad at the front door and headed into the kitchen. The swim at the Men’s Club felt good after a long day. He glanced down at the daily mail in puzzlement. She always went out to get it in the afternoon, soon after its arrival. Entering the kitchen he was surprised to see that it was empty. Where was his she? Placing the letters on the counter, he headed into the den.

Ah, there she was, on the computer. Something sure had her attention, he laughed to himself.

"Hey, Baby," he said, easing against the doorway. "What are you doing in here?"

No answer. She didn’t even glance up. He was about to announce himself again, but thought better of it. Now was a good time just to watch her. He liked watching her when she wasn’t aware he was doing it. He learned a great deal about her that way. His face took on a puzzled expression. She only rubbed her feet together when she was excited or sleepy. They were fast little movers at the moment. That was not all that was moving either. She was practically panting. He could see from across the room that her nipples were puckered. Her lower lip was being sucked and released from her mouth in a sensual manner. He was no longer relaxed.

"Baby, " he asked, "Can you hear me?"

Still no response. She was in a daze, staring intently at the screen. What was she so entranced with and what had gotten her into this condition? It usually took him a good hour to get her this worked up. Not that he minded.

Stealthily, he crossed the room, stopped about a foot behind her and looked inquiringly at the screen. Text. Before he can pick out even a word she whirled around.

"Oh! Honey!" she squeaked as her hand jumped to her heart. "You startled me! What are you doing home?" Glancing outside she saw dusk approaching. "Oh, I lost track of time." She turned back around and reached almost desperately for the mouse to close the window.

His right hand quickly closed over hers and guided the cursor to the left. CLICK. The page was minimized. He settled closer to her and slipped his left arm around her tummy to pull her back against the chair.

"Wait a second, Sweetheart," he said, "I want to know what you’ve been reading."

"Ummm. Uhhh. Nothing important," she hedged, suddenly very interested in the wallpaper.

He tightened the arm around her and stroked his thumb across her breast.

"Your nipples are awfully hard for it to be nothing," he teased, continuing to strum her tight peak.

"No really," she gasped, arching to his touch. "It’s just fantasy and stuff. Ooor maybe not. But still…"

"Shhh. Let me see." His hand attempted to bring the page back up.

"NO!" She frantically moved the mouse a safe distance away.

"Hey now," he tried to soothe and gave her a hug. "There’s nothing wrong with reading something sexy. I would love to know what has gotten you this worked up."

"I don’t want you to read it." She kept her hand protectively on the mouse. "It was a mistake."

"Why would you not want to share with me?" he asked baffled.

"I just got carried away, that’s all," she said, quickly. "A friend sent me a link to a silly story. I cruised around the site after I read it, that’s all. That’s all!"

He slowly spun the chair around and crouched in front of her.

"No, that is definitely no all," he told her. "You seem very nervous all of the sudden."

"I don’t want you to read them. I told you it was a mistake." She panicked.

"Why don’t you want me to see?" he questioned, tilting his head.

"BBBecause, it’s embarrassing!" she emplored, rubbing her hands together. "You wouldn’t like it anyway."

"How do you know I wouldn’t like it?" he patiently teased. "You obviously do, so maybe I would too. Maybe we could even play a little."

"No! I don’t like it," she insisted frantically. "It’s not something I would want to ever do."

He rubbed his jaw with his hand, thinking. How did he go about this?

"You don’t want to do it, but reading about it turned you on. Is that correct?" he asked.

"NO!" she denied, shaking her head. "It didn’t turn me on."

He was quiet for a moment. This must be some reading and she was denying her feelings. Why, he wondered? Scared, he realized. She was scared about something.

"Baby," he whispered, looking deep into her eyes. "We’ve always been honest with each other, haven’t we?"

As he talked his hand worked its way under her little skirt. Gently, but firmly he separated her thighs. His nostrils flared at the unmistakable odor of arousal that was released and his eyes closed to better appreciate the scent. His hand crept up toward her soft inner thighs and found out very quickly that she had totally drenched her panties. His eyes snapped open. He looked up at her face. Her eyes were squeezed shut.

"Baby, look at me," he coaxed. "Open up those beautiful eyes, now."

She met his eyes reluctantly.

"That’s real good, Sweetheart," he said. Taking his hand away, he showed her his slick, damp fingers.

"Baby, have you ever been this wet before?" he carefully asked. "Be honest with me, please."

"Ohm god," she said pulling her dress up and looking down in shock.

His shoulders sagged as he breathed a sigh of relief. What ever it was that gotten her this hot he intended to share with her. Now he just had some convincing to do. She was terribly distressed about something.

"How long had you been reading, Doll?" Urging her along to get some answers. "It must have been for at least a few hours, because the mail was still outside."

"I lost track of time," she pursed her lips. "I already told that."

"But, you’ve been reading a while now, yes?" he questioned again, ignoring her pout.

"I guess sooo," she said reluctantly.

"That’s okay." More than okay as far as he was concerned. "Answer me this. What you read today? Was it new to you?"

Her eyes got huge, "Oh my, yes," she responded.

"That’s good, Baby," he said, patting her thigh. "Real Good. Can you tell me a little about this site you were on?" he coaxed some more.

She cleared her throat.

"It’s a ummm..story site," she blushed.

"Sexy stories?" he asked with a wink.

She smiled back, still blushing. "Yes, I guess sooo."

"Good." He stroked her knee. "And how is this site set up?"

"Mostly by authors," she grudgingly admitted, biting her lip.

"Thank you, Sweetheart," he responded. "And did you find any authors that you particularly liked?"

"Ummm, I guess," she murmured.

"That’s just fine, Baby. Now, I’m going to turn you around and I want you to open up the page…." he began.

"But..," she interrupted.

"Yes, I want you to do this," he told her. "Open the page up to the authors you like and bookmark them."

He slowly turned her around, took her hand and placed it over the mouse. They open up the page together. CLICK

"I don’t want tooo," she pleaded.

"Come on, Sweetheart. Do this for us," he whispered as he brushed the hair away from her neck and gave it a little nuzzle.

Her hand shook a little as it hit the back button. CLICK She moved to the author list and opened up one of the pages.

"Keep going." He gave her hand a tap. "Come on now."

CLICK bookmark. Back CLICK Another author. CLICK One more set. CLICK CLICK. 3 Authors pages were added to Favorites.

"Is that all?" he asked, tickling her ear, trying to ease her fears.

"Umm, yes." she giggled. Her ears were so sensitive.

"Should we make dinner now, then?" he laughed

She jumped up. "I’ll do it." Before she could make her escape, he grabbed her hand.

"Baby, no touching. You understand?" he told her seriously. "I want you to say on edge while I find out what’s gotten you this way."

Blushing again, she ran from the room. His laughter followed her hasty retreat.

She made a quick detour to the master bath before heading into the kitchen. Grabbing a washcloth off the rack, she wet it with warm water, yanked off her panties and began to clean herself. Maybe all this moisture meant she was ill? Obviously! She was so sensitive, too. Just washing herself was torture. Shivering, she tossed the cloth in the hamper. He’d asked her not to touch. Anyway, that stuff she had read should not have turned her on. It was wrong. She’d never….had never….ever thought of anything like that. Oh…my…but it was delicious. She jerked her mind back to the task at hand, and quickly slipped on dry panties. He would just read a little, get bored and that would be that. She hoped. Didn’t she? Dinner. Go make dinner, girl.

They both preferred their heavier meal to be at lunchtime, so dinner was always light. This night was no exception. She made salads, adding a bowl of fruit and muffins to the table.

"Honey!" she called. "Time to eat!"

"I’ll be there in a minute." he instantly called back.

Well, she thought. He must not be as distracted as I had been. Setting the tea on the table, she busied herself watering the plants in the corner. She hadn’t realize he’d entered the kitchen until she had straightened back up and turned around. He was standing by the door with his hands in his pockets. He had been staring at her bottom.

"Hi," she said, feeling quite shy all of the sudden.

"Hello yourself," he smiled. His voice was kind of raspy and he was looking at her like she was his next meal.

"Your dinner is over there," she gulped and pointed at the table.

"For now," he said under his breath.

He strolled over and pulled out her chair. She loved that. Even when they were home alone he was a gentleman. She cautiously approached.

They were both quiet during the meal. He watched her intently and she spilled her tea. After they’d finished, she was about to get up when he caught her hand. She looked up at him and raised her brows. He brought her fingers to his mouth.

"It’s okay, Baby," he reassured as he sucked one deep inside.

"Oh," she sighed as her knees turn to jelly. If she hadn’t been sitting down, she would have fallen. Her eyes become heavy.

She blinked as if to clear her mind. Understanding dawned on her. He’d said it was "ok". What did that mean? Oh my god. Her finger slipped out of his mouth and she popped up from her chair to do the dishes.

He came up behind her and rested one hand on the counter at her side. His other hand slid down to her skirt-covered bottom to massage her plump cheeks. She jumped, but couldn’t help reacting as she pushed back to his caress.

"This won’t take you very long." More stroking and now squeezing. "Why don’t you go upstairs and have a nice," he licked her ear, "long," more like nibbling actually, "bath." "Hmmm?"

"Ooookaaay," she said turning her head to follow his mouth.

"I’ll be up after a while," he continued ominously. "I want to do some more…..reading."

Her head jerked upward and met his eyes in the dark glass of the window above the sink He kept looking at her, and with one more pat to her bottom backed away, disappearing to the other room.

She took her time in the bath. Stalling. Surely, this would be just some simple slap and tickle. Right? She had worked herself up to quite a state by the time she got out of the tub. All the little hairs on her body were standing straight up. Making sure EVERYTHING was completely dry, she put on her sleepytime t-shirt and comfy cotton panties and headed into the bedroom.

He was standing in the middle of the room. Her oval, plastic hairbrush was resting in his hand.

She shivered. "Honey, I don’t…"

"Stop right there, Doll," he insisted. "I want you to stand and listen to me very carefully."

Her mouth snapped shut. Her throat went dry. Where did that voice come from? Her knees almost give out and she locked them in place.

"First, I want to make sure you understand that I loved the spanking stories," he told her seriously. "There was nothing wrong with them. There is nothing wrong with you."

Her arm reached out to the doorway and she sagged in relief. She felt at least 10 pounds lighter after his approval.

"Oh, Baby," he sighed. "Have you been thinking about this for a while?"

"No never," she insisted, shaking her head. " I just….wasn’t sure….I mean." She cleared her throat. "I knew I wanted….something," she finished lamely.

"You didn’t know what it was?" he asked very gently knowing she could spook at any moment.

She shook her head, looking down at the floor.

"You look at me," he insisted. "Keep your eyes on me."

After she looked up he continued.

"I think I know what you need, Doll. You need me to be more assertive with you. First though, we’re going to see what happens here tonight. We’ll start off real slow." He reached down to stroke himself through his jeans. "You can plainly see I’m hardly unaffected by what I’ve read, Baby."

Her chest was moving up and down quickly. Her eyes had taken on a dreamy quality.

"When I got home tonight you were extremely aroused, Sweetheart," he continued in that same quiet, controlled voice. "More aroused than I’ve every seen you before. I want to share that with you."

The room was reeling and she couldn’t catch her breath.

"I want you to know I did more than read the stories," he explained. "After we ate I did a little research. I would never want to hurt you."

Oh, god. I loved this man.

"I would absolutely love to spank you, baby," he said, licking his lips. "I am also fully prepared to use this brush." Indicating with his hand, "If I feel I need to."

"Ummm." She was nervous, again. Nervous, scared, confused and aroused.

"You trust me, don’t you Love?" he asked when he saw her hesitate. He was glad he’d read up on all that he could find in such short notice. His research told him she might react this way.

"Oh, yes," she assured.

"And, if this doesn’t work out we don’t ever do it again, if you don’t want to," he promised. "Okay?"

"Ooookaay." She shivered.

"Come here to me, please." He held out his hand.

He saw her feet shift. He kept his hand outstretched, welcoming. She took one small step. He willed her with his eyes to keep moving forward.

Oh, yeah baby. Keep coming.

She took another step and slowly her hand rose up to meet his.

Almost there, baby.

One more step and he grabbed her hand gently. He brought it to his lips for a sweet kiss while he kept her grounded with his oh so serious eyes.

He slowly moved backwards toward the bed, pulling her along. She was almost in a trance. Her lips were parted, her eyes were glassy, and he could see her nipples were hard through the cotton of her little shirt. The backs of his legs touch the bed and he lowered himself down, and sat on the edge. He placed the hairbrush behind him and brought both hands to rest on either side of her hips. Squeezing firmly, he adjusted her position to his right. She was making little sexy, anxious sounds.

"Shhh," he whispered, "Stop thinking. Leave the thinking to me." His left hand moved to her upper chest and his right one to her back. He tilted her forward and slowly lowered her over his lap. Her feet left the floor.

"Oh," she said.

"Shhh. Let me do it, baby," he said softly. "Just relax for me."

There bed was so high that her toes barely reached the floor. Her balance was off and she flailed her hands. She was losing her composure.

"Hold onto my leg," he instructed.

Her hands grabbed onto him like a lifeline. Pulling her forward a bit more, he adjusted her position over his left knee and carefully brought his right leg out from under her to wrap around her thighs securing her tight. Placing both hands on her lower back, he tried to settle both of them down.

Having gotten them this far, he felt a great sense of relief. He’d been winging it up ‘til now and had felt a great deal less confident than he had been letting on. Considering the fact that she was so frightened about the evenings more than interesting turn of events, he had tried his best to act calm and in control. Now, he truly felt that confidence he’d been lacking. He felt powerful and more than a little bit humbled. He was also extremely excited to see what her body’s reaction would truly be.

His hand slowly swept her t-shirt up to her lower back. Her white cotton panties were the only protection she had between his touch and her soft skin. Firmly he rested his palm in the middle of her bottom. He heard her give an, "Ahhhh." More like a sigh really. He looked down at her. He could barely see her face, but could tell it was flushed. He began to move his hand in a steady circular motion.

"Baby," he said. "Your safe word is ‘Bluebell’. I’m not going to stop just because you say, ‘stop’. Do you remember what a safe word is from the stories?"

"Yes SSSir." Her breath shuddered.

Oh Man, his head swelled. She’d called him Sir. Oh Sweetheart, I wish I’d known you needed this sooner. Her hips were clenching and releasing his left knee and her bottom was pushing up against his hand making it very clear that even though she may not be aware of her actions, he most definitely was. She was seriously aroused. She had a firm hold on his calf, digging her nails into the material of his jeans.

He grabbed the cheek closest to him and gave it a hard squeeze. She made the sweetest noise and pushed back against his hand. Encouraged, he moved back and forth between the two round globes giving a rather rough massage to bring circulation to both areas.

"Oh." She couldn’t believe how good this felt. She couldn’t stop moving. Sounds were forced from her throat. Sexy excited sounds. Her hips were clenching his thigh, but she couldn’t help it. Release, clench, "Ah." His hand felt sooo goood. He’s patting now. Patting.

Slap.

"Oh."

Slap, slap.

"Um."

"You doing ok, Baby?" She heard him talking. He’s talking.

"Okaayokaay," she answered as best she could, holding on tight, not believing this was happening.

Slap, slap, slap, slap.

Left cheek. Right cheek.

Slap, slap, slap, slap.

"Please, please."

Slap, slap, slap, slap.

"Ohh, umm."

SLAP!

"AH!" Not to hard.

SLAP! SLAP!

Stings just a little.

SLAP! SLAP!

"HUM."

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

Holding on tight to him. Her hands and hips clenched in sync.

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

"Ahh"

Oh, oh, he’d stopped. More rubbing. Nice. Panties. He was taking down the panties. Her bottom was exposed.

"Ummm. No, wait."

"Oh, yes," she heard. His thigh lifted. She felt her panties slide down. Past her knees all the way down to her ankles and feet. He could see everything. She felt so embarrassed.

"Umm."

Did he just kiss one cheek? His thigh is back.

Rubbing more rubbing. Nice. Fingers. He’s touching.

"OH!" His fingers easily slid.

He was entranced with the view. Her sex looked like an exotic Orchid, soft, silky, and sensitive to his touch. He began to salivate at the thought of what it would be like to lick her, to suck those swollen, sensitive inner lips between his. She was moving to meet his fingers, gasping in her obvious pleasure. When he had taken her panties off he’d noticed her feet were rubbing together a mile a minute. He’d given her a soft kiss to one cheek on the way back up. Her bottom, usually a lovely shade of peach had turned a light rosy pink.

"OH PLEASE!" She sounded almost desperate as he stroked her.

"Oh yeah, Baby. You like this, don’t you?" His fingers were coated with her essence. She smelled delicious.

"Tell me that you like this." She felt his finger tickling the entrance to her vagina. "I want to hear you say it," he demanded.

"OH!" she gasped.

He removed his finger.

SLAP!

"OOOW!" She jerked in his arms.

She felt his left arm reach around her holding her close to his body.

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

"Tell me Baby."

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

"Do you like this?" He’s talking again. What did he say?

"UM YYES!"

"Yes who?" he questioned.

"YYES SSIR."

"Gooood Girl," he praised.

Keeping his hand pointed down his middle finger slid deep inside her to curl around and hit that special spot that drove her crazy. She was as silky smooth, tight, convulsing around his finger.

"OMG!" she squealed humping back to meet his hand. His finger continued to press and tickle. Her thighs begin to tremble. Her breath caught in her throat.

"Oh, no Baby," he said as he brought his hand back to her cheeks and gave one a hard squeeze. "We’re not finished here, yet."

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

"OHOH! OW!"

SLAP! SLAP! Harder now.

"UH! OW!"

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

"UM!"

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

Her body heaved with each SLAP and collapsed when he stopped for a moment to tickle her some more. Squeeze some more. He slid his middle finger between her soft, swollen inner lips and pinched them between his second and fourth finger. He held on tight so they wouldn’t slip away and gave a few gentle tugs.

"OOOOH!" She ground he hips down on his leg.

"Oh Sweet Baby, you are being sooo good." More gentle tugs. "Yes you are."

He brought his hand back to her now very warm, getting pinker by the minute, bottom.

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

"OH! OH! PLEASE!"

He’d started putting quite a bit of force behind his hand now. He couldn’t believe she’d taken as much as she had.

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

His hand had begun to sting a little. He could only imagine how her bottom felt. He brought his left arm out from under her to rub her lower back in a distracting manner. Grabbing the t-shirt he lifted it up over her head. She was totally nude now. His left hand continued to sooth, sliding down in the wetness to play. She was pushing back to meet his touch, crying out for relief. His right one reached back to retrieve the hairbrush.

"Goood Girl." His warm approval helped sooth her. She was too excited to slow her breathing. Far to gone to be embarrassed anymore.

Praise. She loved his praise. Her bottom felt so hot and tingly. She needed to cum so badly. She couldn’t stop the noises forced from her throat. His fingers. Oh, his fingers felt so good.

"Please, please." Grinding her hips up and down on his thigh.

Something hard and cool touched her bottom. What’s that? It’s rubbing a little. Brush!

"OHNO!" She tried to get away.

"Oh, yes, Baby." His left arm reached around again to secure her, pulling her back tightly to his body. Lifting her a little, he raised her bottom high, exposing her totally.

SMAACK!

The brush landed right where one lower cheek met the thigh.

"OOOW! STOP!" Stings. Noisy. Little Scary.

SMAACK! SMAACK! SMAACK!

"OMG! STOP! NOO!" He was alternating. Right. Left. Chills were running up and down her spine. Down all the way to her clitoris. Tingling. Throbbing.

"Yes!" She heard. "Did you lie to me?"

"NO! WHEN?" She was confused. Head spinning.

SMAACK!

"OUUCH!" Loud. That sound was so loud.

"Have you ever been to that story site before?" he harshly asked.

SMAACK! SMAACK! SMAACK!

"NO!NO!" she screamed. She’d begun to cry. "NEVER!"

"Never, who?" he reminded

SMAACK!

"NEVER, SSIR!" She had never….where were the Sirs coming from?

SMAACK!

"Are you sure? You’re not lying to me?"

SMAACK!

"NOLIE! OW! SSIR, STOP!"

He could see she was crying in earnest now. When was the last time he’d seen her cry? He couldn’t remember.

"You like calling me Sir, don’t you?" he insisted.

"Ummm" Did she?

SMAACK!

"Answer me!" he demanded.

SMAACK!

"YYES!"

"It makes you feel vulnerable, doesn’t it?" He needed to know. "It’s okay that it does, Baby. Just tell me. You need this, don’t you?"

"Yes," she whimpered in a quiet voice.

He wasn’t really hitting her all that hard with the brush. He thought it was more the psychological aspect that was affecting her this way. His tone was affecting her as well. She was so submissive and uninhibited like this. He loved it! After reading those stories he hadn’t been sure. He was now. Hmmmmm, he thought. He’d have to do more research. Giving himself a shake, he gazed down at his sweet Love.

"Why didn’t you tell me, sooner?" he questioned softly.

"I dddidn’t rreally knowww," he heard her sniffle a little. Maybe a hiccup or two.

She never could lie to him successfully. He read her like a book. Well, at least in most things. Damn. Her bottom was red hot. Bright pink.

"Just a few more, Doll. Five more. I want you to count them. I want you to feel what will happen if you ever lie to me," he said emphatically. He was going to give her a few really strong wallops just to see if she liked it and felt he needed an excuse.

SMAACK!

"NO! ONE! BLUEMONKEYS!"

"Blue Monkeys?" What the hell did that mean, he wondered? "Ah!" He chuckled. "No, that’s not your safe word, Baby." Was it even a word? He shook his head not believing she could get him to laugh right now. Hmmm. Apparently, she didn’t like the stronger swat of the hairbrush.

SMAACK!

"TWO! STOP! THAT HURTS! BLUE MOUNTAINS!"

"That’s in Kentucky, Sweetheart. We’re not in Kentucky." he said, wanting her to remember her safe word.

SMAACK!

"BLUE SUEDE SHOES! OH! STOP!"

"That’s an Elvis song, You Little Heartbreaker. And you didn’t count that last one."

"Umm, THREE!"

"Thank you, Baby."

SMAACK!

"BLUEBALLS! FOUR! STOP!"

"Well, yes I most definitely have those," he laughed. "How did you know?"

He raised his hand for the last swat.

"BLUEBELLS! BLUEBELLS!"

"That’s it." He said proudly. It was so important to him that she remembered what to say get him to stop. Especially in the heat of the moment. He was playing off her reactions after all. "Good Girl!."

He dropped the brush and gently turned her over. Cuddling her in his arms, he gently soothed her and wiped the tears from her eyes.

"You remembered your safe word," he praised, rocking her. "Always remember it, Sweetheart." His praise seemed to be a key in controlling her fears.

She was so limp. Her bottom rubbed against his jeans and she flinched. He reached under her and gently caressed her with his hand. Tilting them back on the bed, he rolled them over until she was resting on her tummy.

"Baby, I’m so proud of you, yes I am." He pulled her hair back from her face and ran his hand down her back. Supporting himself up on one arm, he touched her bottom. It was hot! Raspberry in color. Leaning over he peppered it with light kisses.

"Ooooh." Her bottom eagerly met his lips. She rocked gently back and forth as if trying to find some inner relief. He smiled and slowed his tempo, working in sync with her gyrations. Ragged sounds were coming from her mouth. Kissing his way up her back, he carefully rolled her over. Her eyes were so shiny and clear. Her chest was rising up and down quickly. She has a blush running up her body. Her nipples were so hard, dark in color. Leaning down he gave them a soft kiss and sucked one deep inside his mouth.

He could hear her gasping. Her hands captured his head, keeping his mouth to her breast and arched up to meet him. He loved sucking on her breasts. She loved it too. She was making sexy sounds that drew his eyes to her face. He saw her grinding her swollen lips between her teeth. Swollen lips. He remembered... Grinning, her nipple popped out of his mouth as he pulled away.

"Nooo," she moaned.

"Shhh," he reassured

Moving quickly, he stood by the side of the bed and, keeping eye contact, drew her body towards him. She blinked up owlishly. As her hips reach the edge he gently flipped her onto her tummy. He dropped to his knees. Her legs were dangling down. Her bottom mere inches from his face.

"Ahhh," he heard her coo.

"Baby, hold still for me." He gazed at her bottom, hastily removing his clothes. Her sex was protruding out from the soft curls. He noticed for the first time its color was a touch lighter than her well-spanked bottom. Well, that was definitely new. With the last of his clothing gone, he leaned forward to lightly bite the plumpest part of her right cheek. Raising his hands to the very tops of her thighs, he curved his thumbs inward and pulled her wide open.

"Ooooh," she mewed, pushing back against him. Her hands grabbed tightly to the covers.

"Beautiful," he sighed. Had he ever seen such a beautiful sight? She was so swollen and wet. Clear down her thighs. The opening of her vagina was winking at him, needing attention. Each vulva was pulsing before his eyes. His mouth moved in and captured those tender inner lips to suck. "Mmmmm."

Ohm god. Ohm god. That felt……..sooooo……..gooood. Her body was shuddering, thighs trembling, cries coming from her mouth. Nipples so hard. Almost painful. Felt good. Felt sooo damn good. Her hands were kneading the covers over and over. He was sucking her and it never felt this good. Licking her. She moved against him. Couldn’t stop. Didn’t want to. Moans raw moans escaped her throat. She could hear him growling. Or was that her? No, she was squealing now. He just kept sucking and licking and humming. Crying out one last time she shuddered against him with a huge orgasm.

"OH! OH YES!" The feeling continued. Riding it out. He didn’t stop. Just kept the perfect pressure to hold the feeling in. So long. She kept cumming. "Ummmm." Pulsing slowing. Slowing. Slower now. Slower. Peaceful. Sliding. She was sliding across the bed. He was pulling her back up the bed. Pulling her hips up and back. He brought her to her knees and separated her thighs as he came between them. He was not wearing clothes.

"OH!" He slid his cock easily inside her vagina.

He couldn’t believe she’d cum so hard, licking his lips. She was still throbbing. She was butter smooth. Clenching him tight. Her fiery bottom pushed back to meet his strokes. The heat added a new element to his pleasure. She grabbed onto her nipples. Every time she pinched them she shuddered, clamping down hard on his cock. Clenching his teeth he grabbed her hips and plunged inside of her. In and Out. In and Out.

"Oh yeah, Baby. Push back against me," he said, trying to hold onto his sanity. "I want you to cum for me again." His left hand reached under her and lightly tickled her clit. It was protruding outward. Begging for his touch.

"OH! AAH!" She jumped. Sensitive.

Cries were being torn from her throat. Sexy, erotic sounds. He didn’t know how long he could hold out. She clamped down on him. He felt the fire start in his legs. Rising higher. He thrust hard. His left hand at her clitoris kept her lower body cupped tight against him. Bringing his right hand away from her hip he gave her a resounding…

SMAACK!

Right on the back of her upper thigh.

"AHHH!"

She stiffened and screamed. Convulsing over and over against his finger, around his cock. He pulled her hips tight against him and with a shout he erupted. Her pulsing was milking his cock over and over. Sweet Heaven, had anything ever felt this good? Moving together they both road out their pleasure. Deep moans and soft purrs of satisfaction echoed in the room. With a final groan he collapsed against her back.

Keeping inside her, he gently rolled them onto their sides. Her hot bottom rested against his groin. The heat felt good. Sliding tight behind her he cradled her in his arms as they fought to catch their runways breaths. His hands gentled as they stroked the hair from her face.

"Baby?" he whispered after he’d calmed down a bit. "Are you okay?"

No answer.

"Baby?" He leaned up on an elbow and peeked over her shoulder. Fast asleep. Purring. She was fast asleep.

"I don’t blame you, kitten," he chuckled softly, more than a little pleased with himself.

Cuddling her some more, he thought back on the evening. Wow! What a revelation it had been. And all because her friend had sent her a link to a silly story. Thank god for his Baby’s curiosity. He’d had no idea she’d been missing anything in their relationship. He also truly believed she had not known what the "something" was until today.

He wondered, scratching his chin, two of those authors she’d bookmarked were discipline stories. He’d been shocked at first and because she’d been so nervous, assumed it had been an error. Until he had looked at the other stories. Did she want that? Did he?

He reached down for the quilt and dragged it up over them. He would have to talk with her about it tomorrow. He could think of a few things he’d like to see change around here. She didn’t take care of herself properly. She hurried to complete chores and usually ended up tripping or sometimes hurting herself. Of course, he’d have to seduce her out from under the covers tomorrow, first. He laughed, yawning. That might just take all morning….

He shuddered, bringing himself back to the present. His Love was still standing in her corner, bless her heart. Her head resting against the wall. Laying his head back on the couch he stroked his erection and glanced over at the fireplace. It was still going strong. Fire crackling. Flames dancing upwards, bouncing light off the walls. His gaze once again returned back to her. Tilting his head he wondered…what had she been thinking of all this time? She had better been thinking about why she’d gotten her fanny smacked! He could see its hot pink color from clear across the room. He wanted that bottom closer to him. Now, he thought, stoking himself once again.

"Baby, come here," he whispered. "Come over to me."

Hearing his voice she jerked her head up. Startled that she was still in the corner, still totally nude. Had it all really started just a year ago today? "Come over to me." She heard. It wouldn’t bode well for her if he knew she’d been daydreaming instead of thinking about why she’d been punished.

Slowly she turned around. Shyly she looked up. He’d taken off his clothes, legs spread, sprawled out on the sofa. His hand was stroking his erection. Her gaze continued up to his mouth. He was licking his lips. She shuddered and their eyes caught. He was sooo sexy. Strong. She loves him like this. Taking a deep breath she walked toward him…

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