I Sold My Bottom

We all know what it means to 'sell your soul to the devil' to get something you really want and you're prepared to go out of bounds to do it.

Well on the weekend I sold my bottom in much the same way, without giving a hoot for the consequences. It was foolish and greedy and motivated by raw and urgent carnal desire, which my evil husband took advantage of. I know you're shocked, I think you probably don't regard me as greedy, foolish sometimes as all girls can be, but no greedy. Well greedy I was and I suppose in a way I deserve what I have coming.

You see it was Sunday and I was being eaten out (correct that's eaten out not eating out) as happens at our house sometimes, circumstances permitting. It was getting very squirmy when P stopped and said "I haven't spanked you yet, have I?" It was true, he hadn't, but this wasn't the time to. I said no, but please don't stop and he lowered his head again. Then after a few moans from me he started teasing, tracing his tongue over the tops of my tights, very bloody nice P but not at this stage, I was right on the edge. He knew it too and he said "sorry, did you want my tongue back where it was when you were gasping?"

"Yes P, please." I said.

"What about the spanking, shall I give it you another time? Say, six strokes with the cane?"

"Yes six strokes, yes!" I said and his tongue returned to my eager clit, only to withdraw it again.

"Please P, stop teasing, you said six strokes....."

"Ah, I didn't say what six strokes would get you, did I? My service don't come cheap. Did you want more?" Of course I wanted bloody more, I wanted the full works.

"How many strokes of my lovely cane would you take if I were to fuck you, hard, with my tongue, right now?" Oh christ I think I was nearly coming at the thought of it.

"I'll take twelve," I said and my husband's tongue went back to work but retreated just as I felt the wave start, "No I'll take twenty-four!!! Please don't stop!!!"

He did the decent thing, I'm sure he was chuckling at my dilemma, I think he was about to say something too but he didn't get chance because my thighs wrapped round his ears and my hands pushed his head down with all my strength as hot waves of liquid fire convulsed through me. I had to pull a cushion over my mouth to scream into. After it was over P laid his head on my belly, he told me his face was soaking, and that I was a very naughty girl. Well, P, you do play your part in making me that way.

He didn't mention my caning, I doubt he'll forget it though, I mean a deals a deal, needless to say I'll let you know if and when. But twenty four! Ouch.

Picture from Miss Pink

Ronnie

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