Think Carefully 2

Cream Pie

By Jonathan Quincy Graves

{ Note: This is the second installment of this story. If you have not read the opener, I recommend you do so. It can be found here: Think Carefully. }

Gloria’s eyes flashed a look of lust like I’d not seen in years, and I followed her up to our bedroom. I’d signed an agreement that gave her unlimited rights to roast my backside, which might have been stupid and was definitely scary. But if that was the cause of her sudden flash of passion, it may not have been as stupid as I’d thought. At least I expected to enjoy the near-term benefits. The long-term consequences had yet to be determined.

We stripped as we came through the bedroom door, neither of us wanting to delay long enough for our partner to do the honors. I almost fell on my ass in my hurry to untie my shoes, and with the lust radiating from my wife, I was fully hard before my pants and jockeys were discarded on the floor. Still, despite my haste, Gloria beat me onto the bed and was spread on display for me to mount.

I crawled up from the end of the bed, first kissing each knee, then nibbling my way up her right thigh. I desperately wanted to flop on top of her and bury myself to the hilt, but if I’d done that, the entire scene would have been over in less than a minute. When I reached the point of convergence of her legs, I slid my arms under her thighs to raise them and rotate her lips up to meet me. I kissed her left thigh before centering my attentions. Breathing a long, soft sigh, I approached her labia and made contact with a kiss. The kiss turned into a nibble of her outer lips, her inner lips, then focusing on her clitoris.

I wet a finger with saliva—probably unnecessary, given her state of arousal—and penetrated her while putting my tongue to work. One finger became two, and I continued to work on her until I sensed she was approaching orgasm. Then I backed off and worked the rest of the way up her body. There was no lack of lubrication as I entered her, and she applied Kegel exercises in time with my thrusts.

It’s embarrassing to admit—I thought I was in control of myself and the scene before I moved up Gloria’s body—but after very few thrusts, I lost it. I was suddenly straining to drive as deep as I could go, and I came.

Gloria cupped my ass with her hands, pulling me in even tighter. She kissed my neck where it meets my left shoulder, then whispered in my ear, “You just earned a trip over my knee.”

My cock didn’t care. In fact, my cock seemed to revel in the idea as it continued to spasm.

As I came down off the precipice, I apologized. It is the goal of every loving husband to see that their wife achieves orgasm before they do. Women are much more capable of achieving multiples than are their men, so it is just polite for the man to take the “after you” approach to sexual satisfaction. That way, when the man comes, there is a chance they will come together—her with her second or third. However, if the man comes first, that may be the end of his ability to perform for the night, which is justifiably frowned on by the ladies.

“I’m sorry, darling,” I said. “You got me so hot I couldn’t hold off.” As I withdrew, I put my fingers to work on her clit. I’m usually able to last long enough when we have intercourse, but, rarely, I will come before she does. When I do, my dancing digits usually bring her off.

“By the way your body acted, I doubt you’re sorry,” Gloria said. “I will ensure sorrow later, but first you have a job to do.” She placed her hands on my shoulders and pressed me down her body.

“But I just… I mean, I’ve never…”

“You should have thought of that earlier, my dear. I’ve already pronounced sentence on that sweet ass of yours. The intensity and duration of that sentence is yet to be determined. Think carefully, your ass is in jeopardy.”

I gave into her pressure and worked my way—slowly—down the length of her body, still looking for an out.

“You told me when I signed the agreement, I’d be spanked if I broke one of your rules. You’ve yet to tell me what your rules are. How was I to know I’d get spanked for coming first?”

“It’s common curtesy, John. Every man knows, or should know, that sexual pleasure is meant for both partners. Which requires the man to come after, or at least no sooner, than his wife.

“The agreement you signed was essentially an open-ended proof of your consent. And you consented to any ‘punishment’ I might deem appropriate. In the past, we’ve never needed to worry about safe words in our activities. We’ve never played that hard. Now, with that signed consent agreement, safe words or hard limits no longer apply. I already have your consent to whatever I may choose, in writing.”

I turned pale at those words, suddenly imagining the expanse of activities I signed up for at Gloria’s hands.

She laughed. “Don’t get your panties in a twist, darling. I love you, and I’m still the woman you married. You know I’m not into any of the extreme kinks. However,” she continued, her hands still pushing my shoulders, “keep moving down. This is your chance to redeem yourself. And, in all honesty, the idea of you eating a cream pie—fresh from the oven, as they say—is really hot!”

I knew what a cream pie was. I am a male, and I have the internet. The idea of eating one had never appealed to me, and it didn’t now. Cum is a normal body excretion, so what’s the big deal? In answer, I might respond: “There are several ‘normal body excretions’ that come from that area of the body, and I’ve no desire to consume any of them!”

The pressure of Gloria’s hands on my shoulders was relentless. When I was finally in position, she clenched her fists in my hair and wrapped her legs around my body. I closed my eyes, stuck out my tongue, and with much trepidation, went to work. It was slimy, as I’d feared, but there wasn’t much to the taste. I didn’t enjoy it, but it wasn’t awful.

After the first few minutes, I realized what the actual goal of this exercise was and spent most of my time ensuring I cleaned up all the cum on and around my lovely wife’s clitoris. I quickly brought her to one orgasm, and after a brief pause with her pushing my face away from her pussy, she pulled it back in, harder than before. She came twice more before she let me free.

“Thank you, dear,” she said, once she’d stopped convulsing and her breath was back in control.

“You’re welcome, darling,” I said, wiped my face on the sheet, and crawled up the bed next to her.

As I moved up, she did likewise until she was sitting with her back to the headboard.

“There’s one more job to take care of,” she said as she steered my body across her lap.

“You’re not really going to spank me after I… uh, I brought you off, are you?”

“Absolutely! You earned this, and sentence has already been passed.”

She leaned forward and had me put my left arm behind her back. My right she put into a hammer lock.

I’d asked her to spank me, after a lifetime of wishing. She was making my wishes come true. To my surprise, I got hard as she brought her hand down with a firm swat to my left cheek. I stayed hard as she continued to rain spanks on all parts of my ass. It stung, but not worse than I’d feared. I might have come over her lap if I had not come already. I was sure she was turning my ass a nice rosy red, and I enjoyed both the image and the actuality.

After many spanks (I was not counting.) she released both my arms and said, “Run to the bathroom, John, and fetch my hairbrush off the counter so we can start your spanking.”

“Is that really necessary?”

“I feel your hardness pressing against my thigh. You’ve enjoyed yourself so far. So, yes, it is necessary. Now, scoot.”

I didn’t want to leave Gloria’s lap. I was enjoying my first ever spanking as an adult man, by an adult woman, but I did as ordered. When I returned to the bedroom, I found Gloria sitting on the side of the bed with her feet on the floor. She accepted the hairbrush from my outstretched hand and took hold of the wrist as well. She pulled me over her left thigh, my upper body lying on the bed. Her right leg wrapped around mine to hold me in place and, as before, she put my right arm in a hammer lock. My cock was still semi-hard, though it seemed to wilt in response to what it feared might be next.

Neither one of us had spoken as I was placed in position. Me, I was growing fearful. I can’t say what Gloria felt, but her actions were performed with considerable enthusiasm. The silence was broken by a  SMACK!!  delivered to my right ass cheek, soon followed by a similar  SMACK!!  to my left. That got a verbal response from me, “Ouch! Damn!” but there was no response from my wife. At least nothing verbal.

Gloria set up a rhythm, relentless in its inevitability, and it was not long before she had me kicking—to the extent her leg-lock allowed—and begging for her to stop. As for my cock… Well, shit if I know. That is not where my attention was focused. She spanked forever, and I actually cried real tears before she was done. That’s something I had not expected.

When Gloria finally relented, she dropped the hairbrush on the bed next to me, smoothed her hand over the surface of my flaming ass, and said, “I think that will do for tonight.” She released my arm and unclasped my legs. With a swat of her hand, she said, “Up you go. Put the hairbrush back where you got it, so we will know where it is the next time I need it.”

I struggled to my feet, and put my hands, tenderly, to my bottom. The amount of heat that flesh was radiating was amazing. It was on fire, both inside and out.

“Take care of the brush, now, John, and come back to bed,” Gloria said as she climbed under the covers.

I picked the brush off the bed and walked, or limped, to the bathroom. If it would have fit, I’d have flushed that hardwood tool of torture down the toilet, but I put it back where I got it instead.

I looked at my ass in the mirror. It was certainly red and purple in some spots, but had not swollen to twice its size as I’d expected. I turned off the lights and crawled into bed with my back to Gloria, emitting only a few groans and whimpers. She pulled me into a spoon position.

“You’re so warm down there,” she said. “I love it.

“That was perfect,” she added with a sigh. “I needed to burn off energy in order to sleep tonight, and that really did the job. I had no idea how cathartic spanking your little red bottom would be. We may have to adopt bedtime spankings as part of our standard routine.”

Damn! I hope she’s kidding.

THE END

The story continues with: Think Carefully 3 

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