I sat there waiting for him to come home staring at the tv but not really taking in what was going on.
I knew he would be mad about the car - not so much the damage but that I wasn't wearing my glasses.
The scent of the food is filling the house but my stomach is in tight knots thinking things through my mind else where, my hands flattening the new skirt I brought in town.
I didn't hear him come in until the front door slammed shut .
Quickly pressing the remote I moved to the floor my legs slightly parted kneeling, making the skirt raise higher up my thighs I reach out adjusting the position of the switch slightly, just seeing it there sets my mind racing my stomach in knots again the heat
between my thighs making my mind spin.
Bowing my head I am glad as my hair falls forward covering the blush I
can feel rising in my cheeks my hands move to my lap as he walks in the
room.
The moments silence seems to last forever as he takes in the scene my blouse pressing against my bare breasts I try to control my breathing biting my lip head still bowed I wait for him to speak.
What happened he asks his tone somewhat sterner than I expected makes me look up enough to see him staring down at me, his stature seemingly dominating the room.
I try to explain beginning to feel a little like the silly schoolgirl I am dressed like my hands pulling on the end of the skirt I catch myself fidgeting as he stands listening, my voice trailing off as he asks if I was wearing my glasses into a whispered
no sure he already knows this.
He steps towards me I still don't look up as he asks if I'm hurt I barely mutter a reply of no feeling so stupid now, why did I think this would be a good idea? We had spoken about it before but what was I thinking and why was I so turned on, the heat and wetness
between my legs is obvious and I can't take my eyes off the switch.
A half muttered apology is all I manage,
he stands there silent again for what feels like a lifetime his breathing the only sound in the room.
I stand up slowly reach out to touch him my hand hesitates as he steps away making me look up at last not quite meeting his eyes but I can feel them staring at me making me blush again.
Unsure now I bend to pick up the cane my skirt rising cursing myself for not wearing any panties, as I hear a small intake of breath from him.
He must be able to see the wetness between my legs I'm sure if he were closer feel the heat.
I straighten turn arms outstretched a slight tremor in my arms offering him the cane.
Eyebrow raised he continues to stare 'What's this?' He enquires as much as I feel ridiculous having to answer the sound of his voice alone is making me blush again, my voice as I reply hardly disguising my need.
He takes the switch from my hand and I move without direction to the settee lifting my skirt just high enough as I bend over the arm revealing my bare skin my hands moving to the cushion gripping it I turn and look see the hesitation in his eyes the swing
of his hand with the cane cutting through the air making me suck in my breath body tensing, the atmosphere in the room heavy with anticipation.
His hand touching me lifting my skirt sends a small shiver all the way down my spine a small moan escaping from my mouth, his words making me laugh nervously.
The first touch I'm not expecting it lands a small sound but seems to fill the room.
I feel the slight sting as it lands the small heat spreading not realising I had been so tense waiting I feel myself relax my shoulders drop twice more quite quickly he strikes and I feel the initial sting where it lands the heat afterwards spreading.
I feel him hesitate a moment hand still holding my skirt up, the cool air against my reddening skin soothing it.
My head raising I turn and catch the steely glint appear his eyes feel his hand already holding my raised skirt pressuring down on my back so I'm unable to move his grip tightens on the end of the cane I turn my head as it cuts through the air this time it
strikes harder than before I knew it was coming and exhale a long breath the sting and burning from the strike making me bite my lip hard I try to wiggle free but his hand is firmly placed on my back holding me still, the next few in quick succession the whistling
of the cane cutting through muffled as the sting increases the white noise everything becomes fuzzy and as the strength of each strike increases the only thing I am aware of is the wetness between my legs the need for more.
He strikes again, this time a moan of pleasure escaping my mouth, and again harder still, I know I must be red raw by now, I can feel where each strike has landed picture the stripes standing out livid across my pale skin.
What seems like forever he continues going across previous spots I cannot help but after a while each strike making me cry out in equal parts pleasure and pain the tears rolling down my face hot and sweaty hardly able to catch my breath soaking the cushion
my face is buried in muffling my sobs, my legs shaking feel like jelly under me, his hand I'm sure is the only thing holding me up.
He stops as suddenly as he started, pulling me up my skirt falling against my stinging skin his arms around me feel so good wiping my face as best I can I see
the concern in his face but that is not what I need now, before he has
a chance to think on it I
pull his tie loose holding it in my hands wrists close together looking
up into his face my eyes pleading with him what I cannot put into words,
he hesitates only for a second before taking it from me bounding my wrists tightly without saying another word I move back over the arm of the settee.
The next strike comes quickly as hard as the last the shock making me
curse out loud a few more strikes and the tears start again harder now
each one seems to hurt more than before.
I hear the clatter of something hit the floor then another strike this
time though his hand skin against skin the pain no less on my already
sore butt but still makes me jump, his hand stays against me a moment
before moving a finger running softly pushing
between my thighs into me in one movement, my body betraying me making me
gasp in pleasure my wrists pulling at the tie, trying to stand a little
embarrassed at how turned on i am,
his voice clear and stern chastising me his hand in the small of my back holding me down on the arm of the settee.
A few more strikes his skin meeting mine each one loud in the room making me moan and cry out.
His movement changes behind me, hand still on my back holding me down but the spanking has stopped.
I can almost feel him touching me, I know he has moved, then slowly
just the tip at first pushing in, entering me, taking his time I make a
half hearted protest until he's buried deep inside me adjusting to his
size as his rhythm builds, my protests turning
to gasps and moans of pleasure, the tie loosening around my wrists as I
go to move my hands I feel his full weight on top of me pinning me down
his one hand grabbing both of my wrists holding them, his shallow
breathing in my ear my teeth sinking into his
arm biting down fingers digging into the cushion as he looses himself
thrusting harder still into me.
My blouse straining tight against my chest as it gets caught between us
wriggling and squirming under him feeling it open up at the chest
My head now buried in the cushions I feel my own needs taking over my
moans of pleasure with no attempt to hide them now sound distant, the
white noise taking over everything becoming fuzzy as I feel myself
moving closer to the edge, his change in power each
thrust made with purpose tells me he knows how close i am keeping me
hanging there, as what feels like hundreds of small jolts of electricity
run through me across my body making me tense and cry out tighten
around him the heat of his body pressed on mine the
sting of my sore skin the cane marks burning from where he is leant
against me I feel him swelling in my tight wetness closer himself now
pushing me over the edge my whole body taut his pace not changing as I
squirm under his weight trying to push up to meet
his thrusts the need to have him in me completely taking over my stomach
tightening my breath catching the waves of my climax crashing like a
storm around me his grip on my wrists tighter his urgency and need now
taking him over deep hard loosing its rhythm
until he holds inside me buried deep breathing heavy a deep moan the
tension leaving him as he collapses a dead weight on me before we fall
to the floor laying there silent in our own thoughts, I turn cuddling
into him as we catch our breath everything starting
to ache now in the most beautiful way.
I stand adjusting my clothes the best i can smiling down as he lays there.
"Hungry?" I ask before heading towards the kitchen.
