And I didn't, well not properly, not the big wave
that rushes through me and leaves me sated and limp. I got ripples, very
pleasant ripples, but not the big one. And that left me horny for the rest of
the day which, my husband says, makes me more interesting. Oh really, P, well
you try getting in my skin and see how 'interesting' it feels when you're told
you're not going to be allowed ('allowed', for gods sake) to bloody well cum,
especially after your cock's been thumping into me and exploded all over my
arse.
This was on Saturday afternoon, late, and I'd just
been caned, or should I say spanked or looped, I'm not sure because it had been
with the 'loopy johnny' (not for beginners) but there isn't really a verb
specific to the beastly implement. It doesn't see the light of day often, it was
bought years ago and used on me somewhere in Spain for the first time and caused
me to safeword, I think the only occasion I can ever remember doing that, it was
so bad and unexpected. Since then it's been used just a few times, but with much
less fervour, by my husband and I've acclimatised to it a bit. Anyway so as not
to bore you, I'd been a bit cheeky with P (his take, I'd say flirty) about the
'banquet' he was apparently going to prepare for the evening as we had guests
coming and he took me upstairs to teach me not to be so cheeky.
He put me over his knee, wrestled
my jeans down to my thighs and applied the loopy johnny to my
knickered bottom. It wasn't hard at first which gave me confidence to come up
with some more cheek, the sting from the loopy increased then subsided and my
husband's firm hand kneaded my buttocks as he told me what happened to
cheeky girls, my husband's voice alone can sometimes start me off, it's deep but
soft and convincing, I started rubbing, or humping as he calls it, against his
thigh. The loopy started again, harder now but I was 'humping' so it excited me
and made me do it harder, my husband can play me like a musical instrument at
times, he gauged pain with pleasure just right, with words of admonishment
thrown in for good measure, I asked him to put his left hand down under my
tummy inside my knickers, he wouldn't, I said please I was close, he still
wouldn't and said I was rude to ask and I thought what a bastard, and
then he said rude girls got their knickers taken down and thrashed harder and I
felt his thumbs in the waistband and the wash of cool air over my bottom as he
pulled the back of my pants down just below my cheeks and I started
wriggling like a rattlesnake it just tipped me over the edge and as he whacked
my thrusting bottom with the loopy I 'rippled', what do you really call it,
a pre-orgasm, a mini-orgasm, I don't know but it was nice and I wanted more and
stayed in position waiting expectantly.
My husband put his hand inside my knickers and felt
me and told me I was wet. I said I didn't want to cum, I often say
that when I really do, I wanted him to spank me more first though,
greedy girl that I am. He told me to get up off his lap, shit I
thought it was over, then he bent me over the little desk we have in our spare
room office and told me I wasn't going to be allowed to cum, then he pulled
my knickers a little further down and shoved his cock into me, he told me
he was just going to 'master' me (what the hell does that mean),
use me as his cock's plaything, oh christ I was writhing on the desk in an
instant, I just kept whimpering please please but each time I pushed back
onto his cock he moved back too so I didn't get what I wanted and I
can tell you I wanted it so bad. Then I felt the lovely head of his cock pull
out, no no don't do that and I pushed my bum back searching for it
and then I felt him spraying his load over my hot cheeks and into my crack and I
kept saying oh fuck, oh fuck but managed to keep still so that none of his spunk
missed me. When he'd emptied he tugged at my knickers to wipe his cock and
then pulled them up over my spunk covered bottom and told me he'd finished
with me and I could pull my jeans up and come downstairs and he'd find
me a few jobs to do in the kitchen.
Oh dear, how wicked did I feel working alongside
him in the kitchen, my spanked and spunked bottom still stinging and sticky
from him, being given menial tasks to perform which I was sure he could have
done far quicker than me but I wouldn't have wanted it any other way.
I brushed against him whenever possible and chatted away happily
not mentioning at all what he'd just done to me but wishing deep down he'd do it
again or just plain take me over the counter when he'd got as much done
as he needed to.
Well he didn't fuck me, instead we each had a mug
of tea when he'd got himself organised and sat together on the sofa looking
through some stuff on my laptop. Near 6pm I said I was going to get a shower
before our guests arrived, my bum was sticking to my knickers which had
gone hard in parts, I thought he might join me but he made no move. Then as I
went out the door he told me to stomp the floor when I was done, I
thought it was so he could grab a shower himself but I was wrong.
Instead, after my stomp, he came up into the bedroom where I was sitting on the
bed in my robe, sat next to me and pulled me across his lap and gave me a
burning hot hand spanking on my bare bottom, I asked him almost breathlessly
what that was for and he just said it was to keep me horny. Then he kissed
me on the cheek and went back downstairs.
I stayed horny for the rest of the evening, I
wondered if our guests noticed, does one exude horn? I don't know but I kind of
enjoyed being not allowed to cum and even after they'd gone and the evening was
over and P came into the kitchen to help me finish tidying, I still wanted it. I
had to wait till the following day to get it and when I did there
was no question of ripples, it was one great big wave. So I kind
of liked not-cumming, perhaps P's right and it does keep you on a sort of
high, but I still prefer actual cumming. I think:)
Have a fun weekend.
Have a fun weekend.
Ronnie
xx
Let me know if the picture is yours.
Let me know if the picture is yours.
