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Minx was horny. Hornier than she could ever remember. They hadn’t had any fun in a while and she needed her bottom spanking hard and planned to get one, and soon.
She ripped open a package she had ordered from the net. It was a pair of bottomless & crotchless fishnet tights and a pair of seamed nylon stockings. She stripped off and tried them both on. Hmm she liked the stockings but guessed EH would be quite taken with the crotchless tights.
She dug out some slutty silver heels for that hooker effect & put on a half cup see through bra with her nipples peeping out of the top.
Firstly she set up her digital camera to self shot & played around with it until she finally got a decent picture of her arse. She attached it with an email and entitled it “Am I bad?” & sent it off to EH through cyberspace. Next she got her nipples erect & took a self portrait sending it off, giggling as she did. He was due home in a few hours and she bet he couldn’t wait that long to get hold of her.
Silence followed, so next she scanned an old photo of her sucking EH off and faxed it to his office; she scribbled by the side “surely on really naughty wives do this sort of thing?”
Nothing was happening. Not a sausage so she got out the digital video camera thingy and sat there for half an hour trying to work out how the damn thing worked. Eventually she got it and went upstairs to shoot her own personal movie.
Somehow she managed to position it so that she could enjoy herself on the bed and get some of her in the shot! Much moaning & writhing followed with a detailed description of how much she wanted his cock deep inside her mouth and then up her sex with force. She got so involved with herself the camera was forgotten until she shivered and came. She lay there enjoying the moment and heard her mobile ringing downstairs. She ran to get it but missed the call. It had been EH.
She decided not to call him back but to try & send the movie somehow. This took much longer than she planned and in the end gave up. There was a voicemail on her phone saying he would be home by
She had a better idea. She found a long trench coat of his and decided if she was gonna get her arse sorting she might as well push it to the limit. She threw it on over her undies and the tights and went out to the train station to pick him up.
Driving in the silver slut heels wasn’t too funny, but she was desperate to turn him on, please him, feel the heat of his hand across her bare backside and get the fucking she was craving. She kicked them off until the train station and as she parked started to send him more messages:
IM OUTSIDE THE STATION, NEARLY NAKED APART FROM A COAT, IM FINGERING MYSELF THINKING OF YOU
HAVE I BEEN A BAD WIFE? IVE GOT SOME CROTCHLESS TIGHTS ON FOR YOU?
IM NOT REALLY NAUGHTY AM I? I JUST WANT TO SUCK YOU OFF & FEEL YOU DEEP INSIDE ME.
EH couldn’t even text back. He was desperately trying to hide his hard on on the train. By goodness when he got hold of her……………
She saw him walking out of the station and got out of the car. Within seconds he grabbed her close and kissed her. He put his hands inside the coat and slipped his fingers up her cunt.
“I think it’s time to take you home”
Her knees almost gave way with the relief of having him close, she got in the car and saw to his erect cock whilst he drove them home.
To be continued
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Daily Butt Whacking- Part Two of Phucking Fone
Monday was a funny day. Her bottom was a serious reminder of the caning the night before. In the bath, getting in the car, sitting at her desk. Every time she put her bottom into contact with a seat she felt each stroke. What was worse was that it wasn’t over. Because of her stupidity she was on daily discipline. Goodness knows what that would entail.
Mondays tended to be meeting days. Often she had to present which would have been an opportune way to stand up for most of the morning. She sat, shifting around and trying to concentrate. A co-worker asked if she had “ants in her pants” which she laughed off. She listened to the constant drone of directors updating the MD on the week’s events. All she could think about was getting her getting bottom another warming later.
Every conversation seemed to have a innuendo in it. Somehow every other word she heard she managed to relate to her punishment. “Book” made her think of her punishment book, coffee with *whipped* cream, deadlines (she had one of her own of
And then it went form her mind, she was back into work mode. Dealing feverently with the pressure and stress she had to on a daily basis. Between 3 &
As she pulled up outside the lights were on. Crikey he must be keen, he rarely got home before her. She sat in the car for a while trying to work out her plan, her strategy. She didn’t have one! This was home, where she swapped her tough girl role for submissive disciplined wife. She wouldn’t swap it for the world, and turned the key quietly in the front door. Why she did it quietly she wasn’t sure! EH was in the hall with his arms folded.
“Upstairs to my office please, seeing as you are home early we can crack on”
Hmmm crack on didn’t sound too pleasant. She arrived in his office and saw a table and chair set up which she guessed was for her. EH was behind her and began to take off her skirt.
She had to parade her cane marks for him and be stripped from the waist down.
“Your bottom looks like it needs a rest. Sit it on the chair and write out a hundred lines please. “I must not disobey, disrespect or be dishonest to my Master”. If you finish within the hour please move upstairs for Corner Time.
She honestly would rather another caning. Lines were so demeaning. And Corner Time with no spanking? What was the point of that? This weekly discipline was losing the appeal fast. Bloody lines. This was ridiculous.
She finished quickly and reckoned as she walked upstairs if he came to check she would get a few swats at least. He didn’t appear and called her down to dinner. She got a hug and a glass of wine on her arrival. And that was it for the night; nothing else was said or done? She just didn’t get it. She knew if she questioned anything she ran the risk of the cane which on her already sore cheeks she didn’t fancy.
Tuesday wasn’t quite the same, the cane marks were subsiding fast and the thrill of daily discipline just wasn’t cutting it. She concentrated at work and got home just in the nick of time. EH stripped her bare in their entrance hall & took her into the living room and promptly took her over his lap. Now this was more like it. The spanking was just what she needed. Her marks were a little tender but she loved this position & began writhing in pleasure.
But this was discipline rather than erotic & quickly she was feeling the pinch. She got lashed soundly for what seemed like ages and then began her earnest appreciation of his cock as a thank you. And then EH fetched a Chinese meal for them. Heaven as far as they were both concerned.
Wednesday she was based near home all day & got home early. She decided to cook & leave it on a low heat so she didn’t incur any extra discipline. As it was EH got home late and was shattered. They ate & watched TV and went up to bed. Out came the wooden paddle. It was funny how EH suddenly came alive when it was time for swatting her arse. She took a sound , harsh paddling bent over the bed. She yelped & cried, screamed and almost used her safe word. He helped her into bed and she settled her bum into his crotch and they fucked hard before sleep.
Stuck in a meeting at
EH took Friday off. He had said this would be the last daily session. She knew it wasn’t going to be an easy night. She managed to finish early & jumped in the bath when she got home. EH helped dry her off and rubbed cream into her bottom “In preparation for later”.
He made her wait. He knew she would be horny as hell and he intended to milk the last night. She got a long lecture whilst bend over & shackled up across the punishment stool in the shed. He tweaked her nipples whilst she promised never to earn weekly discipline again. She got leathered with most of their implements. The strap, paddle, whip & crop crashed down on her sensitive sore buttocks. And finally The Cane. He delivered each lash with precision & took his time over every one of the thirty strokes, building up the anticipation for each one. She thanked him through her tears. He shoved his rampant hard cock up her anus for effect. She squealed in a mixture of hell & heaven all mixed up & rolled into one.
And that was it. As he unshackled her, she lunged into his arms. They went upstairs & collapsed into bed, all be it her lying on her side. She couldn’t decide…did she want this again?
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