Good job I like squid

"It smells like squid," said my husband as I smeared a blob of his semen across his lips. I'd just been spanked for wilful naughtiness and made to take a gobful of it, kneeling at his lap with my knickers at my thighs and my bottom seething. I laughed and nearly sputtered some of it onto the open fly of his shorts, then swallowed in one to avoid such a waste. I smelled the fingers that had just coated his lips then bent further down and licked the end of his shaft, still yummy with post ejaculation dribbles.

"Not to me is doesn't," I purred.

"Well you're not familiar with the natural smell of squid, I do the preparing and I can assure you it does," he said licking his lips. "You only do the eating and when it's cooked it's different," he added.

I was so horny I couldn't get enough of it, I wanted to keep him hard so that he'd fuck me after a little breather, I asked him if he'd got any more but he said I'd had a good gobful (not one of my words) and to be grateful for it. The bastard. I whimpered that I needed more so he pulled me back up across his lap and spanked me again, hard, for about five minutes switching hands as required to maintain continuity. That's a long spanking with no punctuation for verbal reprimand, play or dirty talk and I was wriggling, begging and banging the floor with my fists it was so bloody hot. Good job our neighbours were out because I made a lot of noise.

When he stopped he rested his hand on my backside, I could sense its weight but not feel its shape, the outrageous heat in my bottom was overpowering. He asked me if I still needed more and oh god I was tempted to just push my bottom up and be cheeky and say yes please sir! Beg him to spank me so hard the lust would subside and give me peace at least for a while. He knew what I really wanted though, he touched between my legs and I almost exploded, he laughed and grabbed my thigh holding me still so I couldn't grind against him. 

"Please..." I whimpered.

"I'll deal with you later," he said and patted my bottom dismissively. Oh god if I'd been wearing my knickers I'm sure a damp spot would have appeared instead of the little trickle I felt.

I got off his lap and pulled them up awkwardly, making a fuss and pouting as I pulled them over my swollen cheeks. Oh I'd make sure he dealt with me later.

When we were talking downstairs later with mugs of tea I asked him what my wilful naughtiness had been, he said he couldn't remember. I feigned shock and said "What you spanked me like that and you can't even remember what for? Gosh I can't imagine when you do remember." I shuffled in my seat, the lust was returning already, it had never really subsided. As for the squid I made a mental note to check it out next time we're having some. I do love it, perhaps now I know why:)

Have a good week.

Ronnie

xx