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It’s a fine spring day, sunshine, crocuses, birds singing, everyone glad to be alive. Make that almost everyone, for Chris is too preoccupied to enjoy the moment. What is it, he wonders, with Sally? Some women can’t pass a clothes shop without reaching for a credit card; she’s obsessed with interior decor. Antique shops, auctions, holidays; anywhere will do when Sally needs a ‘furniture fix’.
“Craftsmanship, the touch and smell of wood, the contrast between beauty and utility,” she replies when posed the obvious question, it’s just a hobby.”
“I admit the place looks great,” allows Chris, “but there’s just no more room.”
“Guess you’re right,” Sally reluctantly concedes, “sensible as always, you know how spontaneous I am.”
“In which case I’ll have to impose penalties to concentrate your grasshopper mind,” responds her husband.
“Penalties?” Sally echoes warily. “Like what?”
He whispers into her ear and Sally’s eyebrows shoot up, mouth agape in astonishment.
“You can’t be serious!”
“I certainly am.”
“On the other hand,” a slow grin gradually crosses Sally’s prettily freckled features, “it does present certain, um, interesting possibilities…”
“Oh no, if you reckon this a roundabout way to get into your knickers think again,” Chris cautions.
“Really? I suppose Mr Smug thinks he has a permanent access-all-areas entry pass to my hot little pussy?” Sally counters sarcastically.
“Hasn’t failed me yet.” Chris is feeling confident as he sounds. “I mean it, one more unplanned furniture acquisition and you’ll be suffering the most stringent of sanctions.”
“We’ll see about that, personally I’d say you had two hopes – none and Bob.” Turning on her heels Sally brings the conversation to an abrupt close, flouncing from the room. Honestly, she thinks indignantly, the whole idea is preposterous. He wouldn’t dare.
How wrong can you be? During the next few months Chris’s inventive system of penance was – as he predicted, and despite vehement protests – employed on several occasions.
“Hold the door open for me please, Chris. Thanks.”
“What’s in the box?”
“An office chair. We’re working from home so much lately I got a decent one to save us from back ache, it’s got loads of features.”
“Gosh, I’m sure I’ll play with it endlessly,” says Chris with leaden sarcasm.
“Grouch”, czech porno Sally admonishes lightly. Perhaps by distracting him with a spot of fun in the bedroom – or lounge or kitchen, Sally’s not fussy – she might escape the punishment for breaking their boring buying moratorium. “No reason why we can’t play something else, though…” she suggests seductively.
“I don’t recall agreeing to buy such a large and no doubt expensive item,” Chris pointedly ignores her sexy pout.
“All right, no need to nag,” she says sulkily, nascent escape plan clearly thwarted. “I admit it was an impulse buy.”
“With a consequence to be paid,” he says, darkly.
“Really” she answers nervously, feigning innocence in a last-ditch attempt to duck responsibility.
“I’ll bet no one else in this boring street has such a unique method of dealing with domestic disobedience,” Chris grins wolfishly, rubbing his hands in anticipation. “Mind you,” he adds, “as a means of stopping your irresponsible shopping habits something of a failure.”
“But ultimately more enjoyable than I first feared,” reflects Sally, “almost a christening ritual for new additions.”
“Usually beginning with you bending over the offending piece,” Chris recalls cheerfully. “Remember when you got that beautiful cherry wood chest of drawers?”
“I’m not likely to forget,” grumbles Sally, shivering not altogether pleasurably at the recollection. “As I recall you took off my knickers and hung them behind the bedroom door.”
“A particularly pleasant prelude,” muses Chris.
“Then, stretched me across the top, bare boobs pressed to the cold wooden surface – I can still smell the polish – tips of my toes barely touching the floor.”
“You put up a struggle,” Chris winces at the memory, “kicked my shins, it took quite a fight to force you into position and dish out a dozen strokes of the cane.”
“Too right, and you really laid them on.” Now it’s Sally’s turn to grimace. “My poor bum was a mass of red stripes, although you did subsequently kiss it better,” Sally sighs dreamily.
“And then?” queries Chris, although he knows full well.
“Mmm, long hard and from behind,” Sally reflects licentiously. “Sometimes a girl likes a touch of class, but on other occasions a bit of rough’s just the job. A masterful shafting, pinned down and helpless, doeda porno ramming your prick home so fiercely it lifted my feet from the floor.” Blushing at the graphic honesty of her soliloquy Sally is rapidly moistening. They stand for a moment, silently absorbed, each mentally replaying the scene.
“Enough, happy memory overkill, I’m developing nostalgia fatigue; I’ll see you in the study in five minutes sharp,” Chris reasserts control.
“The study, I thought we were..?”
“About to get down to seriously X-rated sex?”
“Well, yes.”
“We are.”
“Ooh, goody.”
“When, and only when, you’ve received your just desserts for this latest overindulgence.” Chris clearly has no intention of showing clemency.
“I hoped you might have forgotten.”
“Nope, nor forgiven, so do as you’re told,” demands Chris, slapping Sally’s rump.
“Whoa, not fair, we haven’t started yet, I’ve got to select what lingerie with which to delight you.”
“No delaying tactics. I’ll choose.” Chris says firmly.
“My, who’s the dominant one? Okay, but I get a say in what you wear too.”
“What’ve you got in mind?”
“Something suitably masculine; black jeans and a T-shirt to match — let’s see those biceps.”
Drumming his fingers, Chris awaits his profligate partner.
“You took your time, I said five minutes Sally, and that was a quarter of an hour ago.
“Really?” Well then, Mr Punctuality, what are you going to do about it?”
“Don’t take tone with me, girl, or you’re likely to regret it. Since you’re spent so much on this bloody chair we’ll try it for size. To begin with sit facing the back.”
Unfazed by this strange request Sally instantly obeys. In order to maintain her balance she’s forced to lean forward, arms resting on the chair-back, feet spread wide on each side. Best of all, and just as Chris had intended, her rounded buttocks overhang the seat. Flicking up her satin skirt he admires the view.
“What are you doing, Chris?” She enquires uneasily.
“Just looking.”
“Then what’s that in your hand?”
“That is half of the appalling pair of fluffy slippers you apparently love so much.”
“What’s wrong with them?”
“They’re a crime against good taste. I should call the fashion police. Whatever possessed you to choose such Ensest porno horrors?”
“They keep my feet warm.”
“And are about to warm something else as well.”
Sally’s apprehension proves well warranted. A prolonged spanking ensures Sally’s pretty posterior soon glows with the intensity of a furnace, stimulating a simmering sexuality. The sound of this chastisement accompanied, sadly not in harmony, by Sally’s increasingly animated and vocal complaints.
“Stand up,” he orders eventually. Shakily Sally clambers to her feet, flushed, chastened and aroused. Eyes heavily lidded and breathing rapidly she allows him to remove her skirt and knickers without protest
“Kneel on the seat.” In a daze she does so. “An infinite variety of positions to suit every taste,” comments Chris. With careful deliberation he loosens his leather belt. “A dozen should suffice.”
Unselfconsciously she pushes back her buttocks, mutely inviting the leather’s harsh caress, no choice but to comply. Doubling the belt and measuring his distance, Chris resolves to ensure she feels each and every stroke. Crack, smack!
Two blazing lines of fire instantly bisect Sally’s alabaster-white moons.
“Yeow!” Her hips dance and wriggle wildly, moisture-soaked slit openly visible. “Ooof!” The impact of the belt forces the breath from Sally’s lungs in a yowl of protest. “Nooo,” calves crossing, thighs rubbing and feet drumming Sally somehow manages to maintain position.
“I think your fortitude merits a brief respite.” Chris, calm and collected, rubs her swollen clitoris, simultaneously sinking a finger deep into Sally’s pouting pussy and taking his already over-stimulated wife to the brink of a climax. Sally has no illusions as to what happens next, body as tense as a bowstring she manages to force her buttocks up high. The belt whistles mercilessly down, driving her forward on the seat, cutting cruelly across hitherto unmarked porcelain-pale skin.
Hair awry. Make-up all but dissolved, traces of mascara streaking her cheeks, Sally transcends the pain to connect with a deeper, more atavistic emotion – pure unabashed lust.
An unbearable heat scorches every inch of her belted behind; Sally craves release. Urgently Chris pulls her to her feet, seating himself on the chair instead.
“Get on my lap,” he orders. Frantically she frees his erection and straddles her man. An exultant sigh of pleasure escapes her lips as Sally is firmly impaled on his cock. The seat spins and moves back and forth on its castors. Chris’s cock pistons in and out until at last they slump triumphantly together. Eventually Sally breaks the silence.
“We really should replace the bed this weekend…”
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