She tensed as the first smack fell on her ass. She squirmed, instinctively trying to get away from his hand, but of course she couldn’t: she was laying over his knees, dress flipped up, one of his strong hands holding her firmly in her places. Still, she continued to squirm and squeal with each subsequent instance of his hand finding its landing spot. He continued to spank her with a practiced ease and the confidence of a man who knew exactly what he was doing. A man who was in control, both of his emotions and of his woman.
“This will go more quickly if you stop that squirming, pet.” Another thwack made her ass sting.
“Mhmm” was all that she could force out as she felt that familiar warming sensation on her tush. Another smack and another involuntary arch of her back, pushing his target closer to his hand.
As he took a small breather to rub her ass cheeks in soft circular caresses, he let his fingers move between her thighs. “Pet, you’re all wet. Someone might even think you were enjoying this, you naughty brat. You’re not supposed to be enjoying yourself. You are in trouble and you are learning a lesson.” He slowly slid a finger between her labia, parting them horizontally, and barely letting his fingertip touch her clit. That small touch was enough to make her gasp and was enough for him to feel how hard her little button was. He chuckled to himself.
“Tell me again what you did wrong, pet. I want to make sure you know why I’m doing this to you.”
“I…uhh…I…” She breathed heavily, trying to get her brain to cooperate long enough to answer his question. She didn’t want him to interpret her slowness as forgetfulness. “I was flirting with men online without telling you. I forgot to tell you.” She quickly tacked on a “Sir.”
“Is that so?” he asked, knowing full well that was exactly so. “Do I not allow you get that out of your system? Aren’t I a kind husband who allows his wife to share herself online, begging for attention like a, well, whore? Do I not give you enough outlets to ‘express’ yourself? And all I ask is that you let me know. You know I like to hear what men have to say about my whoreish wifey.” She could sense pride in his voice even as he chastised her. He did enjoy the fact that other men thought his spouse was attractive. She was suddenly very aware of how hard his cock was as she laid on top of him.
Her face turned red. “Yes, Sir, you do indulge my…tendencies. My need for attention. Most men wouldn’t allow it, much less encourage it. I’m sorry. I was so horny and I let my hormones overwhelm my better judgment. I’m sorry.”
“Have you learned your lesson, pet?” She nodded her head enthusiastically; her ass was sore and she wanted him to gather her up in his arms and provide forgiveness. “What have you learned?”
“To always tell my hubby about my attention-seeking, no matter how horny or ashamed I may be about wanting the attention.”
He gave her two more firm swats on her red ass, one on each cheek. She jumped. “That’s to help the lesson sink in.”
“Yes, Sir.”
He continued. “Are you embarrassed that you act this way? Are you embarrassed that you can’t help it?” He didn’t wait for an answer; he didn’t need to. He knew that she struggled with making peace with her high libido; the difference between her public personal and her private desires. With her need for affirmation from strangers as well as from him. She craved it. “Are you embarrassed that you’re a whore?”
She mumbled out a “yes.”
“Good girl. But remember, I like you this way. I like you exactly how you are: messy, needy, horny, lustful, embarrassed, willful, contrite.” His tone softened and he stroked her hair. “Beautiful, smart, strong. Sexy. Mine. You are mine. MY whore. MY wife. Mine in all ways.”
He pulled her off of his lap and tugged her over to stand in front of him as he sat on the bed. “Remove your dress, pet. Let me see you. Mine.” She tugged her dress over her head and stood in her bra and panties. “Turn around and let me see your ass.” She obliged, showing him her red cheeks. “I think you might bruise a little. That will help you remind you not to hide things from me again.” He rubbed her ass slowly and gently. Then he grabbed the back of her thong and pulled it higher, forcing the fabric between her pussy lips and pressing against her anus. She moaned. He loosened his grip on her panties and pushed them aside to run his finger between her labia. He worked one finger into her pussy, coating it in her juices. Then a second. Holding her around her stomach with his other hand, he slid his fingers in and out of her at a steady pace. He added a third finger, knowing how she loved to feel full.
“How does it feel to have three fingers in your pussy, pet?”
“Dirty,” she moaned.
He pushed his three fingers as far into her as he could, making her instinctively lean onto her tiptoes. “Whose are you? What are you?”
She was short of breath, but didn’t hesitate to answer. After all, there was only one response. She bent slightly at the waist, letting his hand support her waist and stomach. “I’m yours. I’m your whore. Your whore wifey. Please don’t stop.” She started to beg as he gripped her waist tighter and thrust his fingers harder inside of her. “Please fuck me with your fingers. As hard as you can. I can take it. I need it. Please use me. Please, I’m yours and I want you to use me. I need you to…” Her thoughts trailed off as she started to feel her orgasm building. His hand gripped her waist, digging his nails in. His fingers jackhammered in her soaked pussy. Her thighs were sticky. Her skin was moist from the excitement and exertion.
He knew the signs; he could feel the tension growing in her, hearing her breaths grow faster and more shallow. Usually he made her beg to release, but he was pleased with how she had just lost control. Usually he had to order her to beg, to debase herself. Not tonight. “Cum for me, pet. Cum thinking about how much I love knowing that you can’t resist showing off to strangers. You’re my little whore and I want you to cum thinking about how dirty you are and how much you love pleasing me.”
Her whimpers and moans grew louder. “I’m so close. I’m a whore. Your whore.” Her body started to shake as her orgasm began. He held her tighter and helped her ride it out, slowing the movement of his fingers, his forehead pressed into her back, feeling the rise and fall of her breaths as she gained control again. He pulled her down to his lap gently, aware of how sore her ass must be.
Wrapping his arms around her in a bear hug, he kissed her shoulder, and ran his fingers through her hair. “Such a good girl. My good girl. Was that nice?”
She could only giggle and nod, overwhelmed by the mix of emotions and hormones flowing through her body. She nestled her head on his shoulder. “Yours. All yours.”
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