True to his word, P gave a me a
sting on Sunday afternoon (not Monday as threatened), a humdinger which put last week's
wasp effort to shame. I got a massage too so I was floating on
air with a sore bottom grinning like a cat that got the cream.
I got that too as it happened, but a bit later, so all in all
a good long weekend for me and my spanking drought broken.
We've had a food festival in town
over the weekend, all sorts of artisan stuff, not just food,
from near and far. It filled the town and was nice, we visited and I tried Vietnamese
street food which I liked and P had some Lebanese stuff in a
wrap. We shared a bottle of Big Cock beer (true) between us.
When we got home P asked me how my wrist was and I told him it
was itching and I wanted to rub it; he told me he was going to
give me something else to rub, something to take my mind
completely off it. He ordered me upstairs and told me to strip
to my knickers and lay on the bed.
He joined me two minutes later,
he was down to a pair of shorts. He looked briefly in my
dresser for something he couldn't find (I learned later it was
massage oil) then grabbed a talc from the dresser top and
sprinkled it on my back and shoulders. He climbed on the bed,
sat astride my thighs just below my bottom and started massaging
me. He's a good masseur, he learned about it when he was
having deep tissue treatment for his back, and he does it
really well. He does the whole thing, feet, calves thighs not
just the upper body, he finds knots and causes sweet pain as
he makes them melt away. After 30 minutes or so I was in
another place. He'd studiously avoided my buttocks, I assumed
he was saving them till last, in fact I was still knickered,
wanting him to go there but not asking for it, I was more than
content. He asked me how I felt, he hardly needed to, my low
moans had been telling him all along. I said I was melty. I
felt him get off the bed and and he kissed me between my
shoulders and told me he was going to cane me now.
I nearly jumped off the bed. I
almost got out a "But I haven't done anything.." but he
stopped me and told me to shush and relax. He pushed my
shoulders back down and kissed them again and then his hands
took my knickers down to my thighs and I felt the air on my
bottom. I was willing him to talc it, to make his hands slide
smoothly over it, to knead it and caress it. Instead he
reached under the mattress and I knew he was withdrawing his
cane, I saw it from the corner of my eye, the straight handled
whippy one. I groaned.
After a couple of whooshes
through the air it landed across my bottom. I gasped but
the pain wasn't hideous. I felt his hand on my back and he
told me to relax, stop tensing. I did and the cane landed
again, it was the 20cm or so tip end of the cane, the
whippiest part and it stung but it stung evenly. I didn't
tense. He told me I was a good girl and to raise my bottom a
bit for him. I was going to anyway. The third stroke bit into
me and I whimpered "Oh P". He just said "Good girl, stay
relaxed" and he walked round to the other side of the bed. He
gave me three strokes from that side, they were stinging but I
didn't tense I really wanted to be a good girl for him. He
returned to the left side of the bed and told me he was going
to cane me harder now. He took my hand from the pillow and
gently pulled it down and to the side, lifting it and placing
it on his cock which was tenting powerfully in his shorts. I
said "Oh god" and moved to get up but he steadied me back on
the bed and repeated he was going to cane me harder now and I
was to be a good girl and I was to keep my hand on his cock
while he did it. Fuck fuck fuck!! What sort of things happen
in my husband's brain to make him do this kind of thing to a
girl I have no idea but I was tearing up inside, wanting to
eat him and wet myself and stick my bottom up and be a good
girl all at the same time. And yes, I realised, as well as
those things I wanted him to continue caning me, to make me
sting and ask for more and relax and be obedient and trust him
to deal with me.
I got six more strokes while I
held his boner and I raised my bottom after every one. I was
on fire. I got another six from the opposite side of the bed,
my husband likes symmetry, and then it was over. I felt talc
falling softly on my bottom, I thought of icing sugar dusting
a cake and him licking it. His firm hands pressed down into my
buttocks, weighing them and checking them and caressing
and kneading them and I winced at the tender bits and
pushed them harder into his hands. I felt a trickle between my
legs I was so turned on I wanted him to fill me with lust
bloated cock but I didn't want him to stop doing what he was
doing.
He did stop. He unexpectedly
pulled my knickers up then kissed me on the cheek and told
me to take my clothes and get dressed downstairs. He wanted to
do his exercises which he does routinely to keep his back in
good order. I must have looked empty, he smiled and told me to
get a move on and not to look so sorry for myself or I'd get
another caning and it wouldn't be such a yummy one. I scooted
out of the bedroom, thinking to myself that was just the right
word for the massage and caning I'd just had; yummy. I floated
down the stairs.
Half an hour later P came into
the lounge, he still had his shorts on, he came over and sat
next to me. He put my hand in his lap and asked me how the
wasp sting felt now, I said "what wasp sting?" He laughed and
I felt his cock stir. He asked me if I'd enjoyed my little
massage and I said I'd enjoyed all of it, the caning too and I
lowered my eyes in case he saw a light that shouldn't have
been there. "Hmm...you'd better show me how much you
enjoyed it then, hadn't you," said my husband. I'd hardly
need an invitation, I was no my knees in no time and sucking
away at my husband's cock, I whimpered when I felt it coming
and squeezed his balls when it started to pump into my mouth.
I stayed slurping until the spasms had finished and he had
nothing more to give me. I wanted sex and I didn't want sex, I
liked feeling exactly as I did; massaged, caned and filled and
horny as hell.
Ronnie
xx
