 | The room was warm; warm enough that Kirk was thankful for his nudity. |
 | Kirk stood as proudly as he could while still on the leash. |
 | He counted fifteen of them and shrank away, frightened. |
 | You were right! |
 | It had to have been at least as big around as a softball and as long as his forearm! |
 | On Friday nights, we eat dinner late, just the two of us. |
 | He works out of town all week, and comes home late Friday, sometimes on Thursdays, but almost always Fridays. |
 | I always cook dinner at home for him, and eat with him when he gets in. |
 | He had called me about an hour before to let me know his route and when to expect him. |
 | I spent that last hour working on dinner, and checking through the house, picking up and getting ready. |
 | I can see him climb slowly out of the truck, his body stiff from hours on the road. |
 | I moan into his mouth, hungrily returning his kiss. |
 | Slowly he pulls away from me, and nods towards the house. |
 | We chat easily and freely, as I make him a drink and bring it to him. |
 | The oven timer chimes, and I busy myself serving him dinner. |
 | Amidst everything else, he is the center of my world, and pleasing him is my constant goal. |
 | He motions for a second drink, which I bring him, and I clear the table. |
 | With just a few dishes to wash, I decide to do them then, rather than let them sit until morning. |
 | Suddenly he stands behind me, pressing against me, his lips gentle against my neck. |
 | My body hums with need, and I arch back slightly into him, feeling his hard cock straining against his pants. |
 | My very favorite part of Friday nights is the reconnecting sex we have, after a week apart. |
 | My breath catches in my throat. |
 | More than the idea of not having wonderful reunion sex is the disappointment at his being upset with me. |
 | With my son gone for the night, the house is silent as my bare feet pad up the stairs, and I enter our room apprehensively. |
 | I slip my dress off and hang it up, and walk slowly to the bed. |
 | My hands clasp together over my head, and I reluctantly spread my legs wider. |
 | The minutes seem like hours as I wait for him. |
 | I jump slightly as he enters the room. |
 | His hand grasps my hair and lifts my head up. |
 | Silent tears slip down my cheeks already. |
 | I hate being punished. |
 | He never restrains me during a punishment, he expects me to stay in that position on my own. |
 | The first few strokes are rapid fire, and loud, and I gasp in surprise and pain. |
 | I want to roll over and get away from that hairbrush and his hard strokes. |
 | I know he can feel the change in my body, and he loosens his pushing grip down on me. |
 | I shriek loudly with each blow, sobbing in between. |
 | Nothing deters him from delivering all 40 strokes. |
 | He stands there, watching me sob, for several minutes. |
 | His hand explodes in a sharp slap against my ass, and I cry harder. |
 | He grabs my ankle, ordering me to move back several inches towards the end of the bed. |
 | Still sobbing, I manage to crawl back, dragging the pillows with me. |
 | The cold lube dripped on my ass makes me shiver, and I moan softly. |
 | He slides two fingers into my ass, spreading the cold lube inside me. |
 | Suddenly his cock fills my ass, and I whimper at the pain and grip the bedding with my fists. |
 | He stands there, still inside me, for several minutes as he catches his breath. |
 | As his cock slides out of my ass, I whimper again at the flash of pain. |
 | When he returns, he turns down the sheets and reaches beneath me to pull the pillows back to the top of the bed. |
 | My sobs subside into soft hiccups and occasional tears. |
 | I crawl up towards him, sore and exhausted. |
 | He wraps his arms around me, kissing my temple; smoothing back my sweaty hair from my tear stained face. |
