Ruined Orgasm got me into trouble

I was flopped like a rag doll across my husband's lap the other day after a particularly lengthy and vigorous spanking. I was, you might say, spanked out. Actually drained of 'spankness', my backside throbbing to almost numbness but the warmth inside making me want to sleep, really, I could have had it not been for my husband's impatience. I didn't even have the sex imperative driving me, I was at peace and drifting until my husband told me to get on my knees.

I noted the bulge in his trousers as I slid down, he had dealt with me expertly and clearly believed his expertise deserved some reward, something I'm rarely in disagreement with and even though I wasn't fussy about sex, I whimpered at the prospect of having it in my mouth as I unzipped him. It must have wakened a devilish streak in me and as I pulled his underwear down and tugged at his trousers to give me some wriggle room, and saw how much reward he needed, I decided to be really naughty. I hovered closely over it, let saliva drip from my mouth onto him and trickle down the shaft, lightly flicked my tongue against his glans and licked tears of shiny precum, my hand clutched his balls which I felt tighten, ooh this was lovely and so fast, then I felt his hips raise and his muscles stretch and his hand moved to my head and I had to push back against it as I withdrew and became a spectator with just my one hand steadily holding his balls while his cock tried desperately to find anything other than air as it spurted its gooey load, landing on his trousers and falling back over itself as the spasms diminished. All the while him saying my name and gripping me as a drowning man must, desperate for my intervention which didn't happen.

He lay back, his cock was still hard and twitching. I was smiling. "Why the fuck....why the fuck.." were his words, he's normally more articulate than that.

I just leaned forward and licked a milky dollop from his belly and told him he better get a damp cloth for his trousers. I think it was my cheek that snapped him out of his stupor, he shot forward, told me what a wicked girl I was, I could tell he had anger, frustration, humour and bewilderment milling inside is head, he decided the best thing to do was spank me. Again. And he did, he pulled me across his lap, retrieved his paddle from the floor and walloped me good and hard, christ it hurt after what he'd already given me but did it feel good!

After a few minutes, which was all it took to have me yelping my head off, he lifted me off his lap, stood up with me and bent me across the little desk we keep in our home office. He lifted my shirt tail out of the way and his cock, which was still bloody enormous and wet with its own ejaculant, was immediately pressing hard between my cheeks, it was so slippery I thought it was going into my bum hole and so I pushed back for him, but he found me lower down and rammed me forcefully, it made me cry out and he made satisfyingly deep groans as he did it again and again, his hips slapping against my scorching bottom each time. He came with a roar and my own orgasm made a frightening squeal and made me shudder like a dog does when it comes out of water. I stayed there panting, I wanted another but didn't get it, I could feel his cock retreating and when it plopped out of me he smacked my bottom playfully and said "Let that be a lesson to you". 

Oh it was a lesson alright, P, but I'm not sure whether it's taught me not to do it again or to repeat it:)

Have a good week.

Ronnie

xx