"Erin?"
"Kevin?"
"Can we do that thing that we do sometimes?"
"I have a morning off in another couple of days. Maybe after we drop the kids off at school..." she said, softly, and he was instantly aroused. He started to nibble on her neck a bit. "Oh, don't start that," she said. I have to leave for work in an hour."
"There's a lot we can do in that time," he whispered in her ear.
"If we start down this road, I won't want to go to work," she said, kissing his lips softly.
"Think about how naughty it is for me to make you late for work," he said, kissing her down the front of her body between words.
"I think you want a smacking right now," she said, and her voice trailed off as his tongue flicked across her clit. He immediately hardened at her words.
"Never," he said, his words muffled by the soft flesh between her legs. His breath tickled her and she giggled. It had been so long since he tasted her that he lingered for some time. He could feel her legs tremble and hear her quiet moans.
"Kevin," she said, firmly, and when he looked up, she beckoned him. He moved up to her neck and began to kiss her softly as he slid inside of her. He could feel her nails in his back as he began to thrust. She pushed her hips into his in time with his thrusts and moaned, lightly arching her back. He knew she was close. He nibbled her neck more and she dug her fingernails deeper into his back.
"You're getting such a smacking for this," she said, in a breathy voice, and he thrust harder. "I may have to use your thick strap," she said in a sultry voice. He could feel her warm, wet lips around his cock and his mind wandered just for a moment to the last time she spanked him. She grabbed his ear and bent him over the chair in their bedroom. Her small stature continued to fool him into thinking that she wasn't as strong as she really was. As soon as her palm made contact with the bare flesh of his backside, he didn't doubt her strength. He was close to orgasm now.
"I want to come," he said, breathlessly, and a sinister grin spread across her face.
"Are you close?" she said, sweetly.
"Yes."
"Yes, what?"
He groaned. "Yes, ma'am."
She slapped him, hard across the face.
"Get off me," she said, firmly, in the tone that both aroused him deeply and made him shiver. He whimpered a little, relishing the sting in his cheek. He knew what she was going to do. He immediately complied, his erection throbbing painfully. She sent one sharp slap across his naked bottom.
"Bend over."
"Yes, ma'am," he said, putting his palms flat on the bed.
"Do you think it was right for you to make me late for work like this?" she said, and he heard the closet door slide open.
"No, ma'am. I'm sorry if you found your orgasm to be… inconvenient."
WHACK!
The paddle came down hard across his left butt cheek. The pain was heavy, and he gasped as tears of pain sprung to his eyes. She sent another hard smack across his right butt check.
"Do you really want to sass the woman holding the paddle?"
"No, ma'am," he said, in a small voice.
He shifted nervously from foot to foot until he felt her hand on the small of his back. The devil's grin played along his lips when he thought of asking if the strap idea had gone to the wayside. By the time the thought almost made it to his lips, he found himself suddenly squirming and gasping under the regular descent of the paddle. She wasn't whacking him as hard as the first two, but she could maintain a ceaseless rhythm of regular smacks that made him long for the harder, slower ones. He didn't have a chance to feel how his bottom throbbed between strokes.
"Please, ma'am," he begged in a small voice. "Please no more paddling. I’m sorry I'm making you late for work."
"Not as sorry as you will be," she said, continuing her brisk smacks on his already bright red bottom. She paused to run her fingernails along the tender skin, and he breathed for a moment. His bottom throbbed and felt hot, and his hand shot back to rub the throbbing away.
"Oh, no," she said, grabbing his wrist with one hand and delivering another hard stroke with the other.
It caught him a bit by surprise, so he hollered and shot straight up.
"Bend over," she said, pushing him back down. She held the paddle against the soft underside of his bottom, threw her arm back, and smacked him with almost all of her strength. He grunted loudly as the immediate burst of pain dulled to a throb that he felt he could feel in his balls and cock. He wanted to come so badly that he could taste it, but he knew that's exactly how she liked it. She smacked the other side with equal force.
"Please-," he begged. "Please-, let me-,"
"Ten more."
"No-," he whimpered. "I won't make it."
"You will make it, and you will count."
WHAP!
"Ugh! One!"
WHAP!
"Two!"
WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!
By the time she was done, he needed a moment to catch his breath. She threw the paddle on the ground.
"Was that too hard?" she whispered, in her normal Erin voice.
"No," he said, catching his breath. "That was amazing. And now I must have you, horrible beast woman!" He said, grabbing her gently and throwing her on the bed. He slid back inside of her, feeling as if he would explode. He tried to breathe deep to control it, but between the delicious throb, ache, and heat in this bottom, her creamy skin of her face at his fingertips, and her wet, warm pussy, he groaned and buried his face in her warm neck.
"I love you," he said, softly, as his cock throbbed inside of her. She closed her eyes and moaned slightly.
"I love you," she said. "And you did make me late for work."
He started to laugh and couldn't stop.