Confessions of a Kinky Wife. Justine Elyot

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      His fingers slipped inside the lacy elastic of my knickers, then down the suspender straps, pulling them out and letting them snap back so that I squealed.

      ‘Thought you’d like that,’ he said, his hands between my thighs now, pulling them apart. ‘Since you’re into pain these days.’

      ‘It’s not that I’m into pain,’ I said, my voice muffled by the cushion.

      ‘No? What then?’

      ‘Just … the whole idea turns me on, that’s all.’

      ‘The whole idea?’

      ‘Yeah. Being, I dunno, taken in hand. Dominated.’

      ‘Oh, so it’s a headspace thing.’

      ‘Totally.’

      ‘And I’m in charge, am I?’

      ‘If you want to be.’

      ‘So what if I just want to order you to get on your knees and suck me off?’

      I huffed. I hoped he wasn’t going to miss the point now.

      ‘If you want to do that, do it. But it’s about both of us getting what we want, not just one of us.’

      ‘Right. And what you want is a good, sound spanking, is it?’

      Oh, just hearing the words, spoken by him in his ‘arresting officer’ voice, could have got me off then and there.

      ‘Mmm, oh, God, yeah.’

      ‘Well,’ he said, his fingertips grazing the crotch of my knickers, stroking it up and down, up and down until my hips were undulating in sympathetic rhythm. ‘I’m not sure what you’ve done to deserve it. Apart from buy me a lovely anniversary present and give me three terrific years of marriage but … let’s say that you’re in trouble for having a bum that stops traffic.’

      I snorted and tried to kick my legs but, as he was kneeling on them, that didn’t make much difference.

      ‘Oh, yes, you stand accused of conducting your arse without due care and attention, so that everyone on the public highway was distracted by it. How do you plead?’

      ‘Guilty,’ I proclaimed, steeling myself for the first blow.

      It was much lighter than I anticipated, a little exploratory slap, so flimsy and weak-wristed I twisted my neck and frowned at him.

      ‘That’s it?’

      ‘Thing is, love,’ he said, his face crumpled in apology. ‘I’m not sure I can hurt you. Do you really want me to make it sting?’

      ‘Don’t hold back,’ I urged him. ‘I’ll tell you if it’s too much, I promise.’

      ‘Well, OK.’ He tried again, and this one made a most satisfying echo, his hand falling quite heavily across the meat of my right cheek. Oh, it hurt, but not too much. Really, just enough. I wondered how much it would take to get my arse really bright red, because that was what I wanted. No half-hearted blush pink, or rapidly fading warmth. I needed the full effect.

      ‘Harder,’ I said. ‘I’ve been bad.’

      ‘Have you now?’ More deliberate, forceful smacks landed on my rear. ‘You’ll have to tell me all about that. What have you done?’

      ‘I had bad thoughts,’ I gasped, starting to feel the burn spread through my lower body. ‘When you were on night shift, I thought about things you could do to me. All the time. And it made me touch myself.’

      ‘Oh, you naughty thing,’ he tutted, spanking steadily. ‘Perhaps we should have a rule. No touching, except by me. What do you think?’

      ‘Yes, yes.’ I grasped on to this eagerly. I had often fantasised about being punished for masturbating.

      ‘So we have a genuine rule break to address,’ he said. ‘I think that calls for no knickers, don’t you?’

      He paused and pulled the stretchy lace down to my stocking tops, baring my now rather warm bottom.

      ‘You’re wet,’ he said, crouching to inspect my exposed pussy. He prodded at the lips, holding them aside for a better view of the hidden guilty secrets. One long finger glided easily up inside me. ‘Very wet,’ he amended. ‘Not much of a punishment, is it, if it’s turning you on?’

      ‘I can’t help it,’ I protested. ‘My body does it for me.’

      ‘Perhaps we’ll have to think of something else. Something you really won’t enjoy. A nice big pile of washing up, maybe.’

      ‘Perhaps you’ll just have to spank harder,’ I prompted. This wasn’t funny, no matter what he thought, chuckling away up there with his finger shoved inside me.

      ‘Well, it’s worth a try, I suppose.’

      He emptied my pussy and reverted to heating up my arse, but this time his technique was different, much faster and less predictable. It was infinitely more difficult to take and I was quick to squirm and yelp and try to pull my legs out from under him. He was having none of it, though, and he held me down, his fist in the small of my back like a human paperweight.

      ‘Feeling it now, are you?’

      ‘That. Really. Hurts,’ I complained, jerking my hips as best I could.

      ‘Do you want me to stop?’

      I shook my head. The heat was building beautifully and I didn’t want to call time until my skin was tight with it.

      ‘Good,’ he said. ‘I wasn’t sure about this to begin with, but I think I like it now. I think I could take to this.’

      I stuffed the cushion into my mouth, suppressing a howl as he laid a particularly wicked volley on both cheeks.

       Be careful what you wish for.

      ‘Your arse looks gorgeous, all lit up and glowing,’ he gloated. ‘I think you might have created a monster, love. And we haven’t even got to the belt yet.’

      ‘Ow,’ I said. It seemed to encapsulate my emotions.

      ‘OK, let’s temper justice with mercy, shall we? I think that’ll do for your first time. Now.’ He put his forearm under my stomach and encouraged me gently on to my knees, with my face still buried in the cushion.

      I heard the business of trousers being unzipped, fabric falling behind me.

      ‘Poor little pickle,’ he crooned.

      I felt the tip of his cock butting into my juices.

      ‘God, you are so wet!’ he exclaimed, obviously impressed. ‘This’ll be like a knife going into butter.’

      And it was. An exceptionally blunt, thick СКАЧАТЬ