Bad Girl
Coming home from work, tired and hot, you walk into our cool, and
quiet home. You kick off your shoes, only to notice a pair of men's
shoes at your feet. Not your shoes. You call out my name, thinking
"whose here?" You notice a man's jacket hanging over the banister.
Also not yours.
You then hear the shower running upstairs. You race up the stairs,
two at a time. Although not a normally jealous man, you are now
suspicious. One of my red heels are on the stairs half way up. At
the top of the stairs you find more clothing, a skirt of mine, the
other red shoe, and a man's T-shirt, not yours. Your heart starts to
beat wildly with the images starting in
your mind, of me with another man. Someone else touching me.
At the doorway to our bedroom you find a blouse of mine, my favorite
push-up bra, and a pair of men's jeans in a heap. Not your jeans.
You grab my bra and the jeans. You look in the bedroom with
amazement as dozens of candles burn in an otherwise dark room.
Connected to our bedroom is our bathroom. The door is part way open,
and you see a pair of men's underwear and some large socks, and
finally a pair of my panties, ones that you gave me as a present.
The shower is still running as you kick open the bathroom door. Now
furious, you shake the jeans and bra at me and yell, "Where the fuck
is he?" Only then do you notice that I am alone in the shower, the
glass door clearly shows only me, naked and wet. "Where is who?" I
innocently ask.
You charge out of the room, and search under the bed, in the closet.
Nobody there. You race back into the hallway, and look in the other
rooms, the den, the spare room the other bathroom. Nobody there.
You come back to the bathroom slam open the shower door. I stand
there naked in front of you. "Cecilia, who's clothes are these?" you
ask me, now almost afraid to know. I answer, "I don't know but he's
naked where ever he is." I start to laugh. You look at me, and in a
very even and very angry voice ask me again, "Ceel who's clothes are
these?"
Smiling, I answer you finally, "They're yours. I bought them for you
this morning, the tags are still on them, and the sneakers downstairs
have never been worn. It was a joke, honey, I'm really sorry." The
look on your face tells me that you didn't find it funny. "Come in
here, and let me make it up to you, Lover. Perhaps you should spank
me?" I can see the hint of a smile start in your eyes, as you strip
off your clothes, and climb into the shower with me.
You get under the spray, and I begin to rub you with the soap, across
your chest and down your belly. I skip past down to your thighs,
rubbing soap into your skin. I can feel you start to relax under my
hands. You say to me, "Come here, woman," and pull me upright so you
can kiss me, hard. You press me up against the wall and grab onto
one of my breasts. Your mouth is hard against mine, your tongue
moves into my mouth.
Breaking the kiss finally, you ask me, "So how are you going to make
this one up to me?" I can see the look in your eyes, you are very
glad it was only a joke, but you are still a bit angry. Grinning, I
move away from the wall, and resettle myself on my knees at your
feet. I reach up and grasp your dick, now aroused from the heat of
the water and the heat of our kiss. You put your hand on top of my
head, as I kiss the end of your penis. The angry look fades from
your eyes as my mouth slips around your hard cock. You groan as the
heat from my mouth exceeds the temperature of the water beating down
over your shoulders. You lean one shoulder against the wall to hold
you upright as you close your eyes and enjoy the sensations coming
from your dick. My mouth slides up your dick, enveloping it
entirely. You can feel my tongue slithering across your cock as I
slide my mouth down to the tip. My tongue tickles the sensitive spot
under the head of your penis. I slowly run my hand up your inner
thigh, and gently grasp your balls in my soapy hand. I lift each
one, weighing it in my palm. My lips are still wrapped around your
dick, bringing you closer and closer to the end of your endurance.
You will soon loose all control and spill into my waiting mouth.
You murmur to me, "Ceel, stop, I can't......" your words are lost in
the thunder of the water. You feel the rush of semen from the bottom
of your balls, rushing up and crashing through your body. A deep
moan escapes your lips, as you spill into my waiting throat. You
circle my head against your belly, not wanting me to move away for a
minute.
Finally the tension leaves your body and you release me. You pull me
to my feet, and kiss me hard, spreading my lips with your tongue.
Your hand finds the hot wet spot between my
legs. The sexual tension overflows and you reach behind you to turn
off the water. You
pull me out of the shower, and with us both still dripping wet, lift
me and take the four steps it
takes to reach our bed. You toss me down, and cover my body with
yours, hardly allowing me a
breath. The urge to punish me is still strong. You reach into the
dresser, bringing out the silk ties you know I keep tucked away for
our "fun" sessions. You tie my hands together, kissing me all the
while. Thinking it part of our usual play, I let you tie my hands to
the top of the bed. Suddenly you move off my body, position a pillow
in the centre of the bed and flip me over on my stomach. You pull
out two more ties from the dresser and tie each of my ankles to
either side of the bed, stretching me out spread eagle on my stomach.
"Now its time for your punishment Ceel," you grin at me, "And I want
you to take it like a big girl and not cry out too much. Extra
whining gets extra swats." You move to your dresser and take out
your big leather belt.
Seeing you advance with your chosen tool, I start to beg you, "Honey
it wasn't that bad. It was a joke! Please, babe, don't do this!"
The pleading in my voice almost makes you stop, but an evil grin
overcomes you, and you continue to advance.
"That sounded like whining to me, add one more to the three I was
going to give you." The belt whistles as you swing it thru the air,
and the CRACK! as it hits my tender, freshly showered ass stings like
hundreds of bees. I let out an involuntary squeek, unable to help
myself. You stop to rub my ass where the welt had started to rise.
You let your hands wander down and caress my wet snatch. "Only three
more baby, and no more whining!" CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
My ass was on fire. You dropped the belt to the floor and bent to
untie my legs and then my arms. You took me in your arms to comfort
me. I wanted to be angry with you, but somehow I just couldn't.
"Youre a bad girl, Ceel. Sometimes I think im going to have to
punish you. And seeing how turned on we both appear to get...."
Your hand had strayed again to my crotch, now soaked with my juices.
Right again! It had turned me on tremendously!
As we lay there in the dark, I started thinking of ways to get you
riled up enough to punish me again....
