Sunday, November 10, 2013

In The End

Sarah bend over the kitchen chair and grasped the seat. The back bit into her soft stomach. Husband had flipped her skit up, exposing her bar bottom. While in the house, she was prohibited the wearing of underwear. She bit her lip, waiting. She had done nothing wrong, had not disobeyed, had not broken any rules. This pleased her. Yes, Pain was in her immediate future, but that did not concern her. Her only concern was pleasing Husband. And this she would do. As first, she felt only coolness, the the coolness morphed into warmth, then heat, then an almost unbearable fire. She had been chopping raw ginger to add a lovely spice to Husband's butternut squash soup when he had decided to a bit of spice to her. He had told her to cut off a large finger of ginger and peel it. Then he had instructed her to cut tiny slits into the sides of the finger. Now, he inserted it into her anus. She moaned and wiggled and cried a bit. This pleased him which, in turn, pleased her. Then, he began his work. Using her wooden spoon, he began to spank her. First one cheek, then the next. Again. Again. Again. Only when she was sobbing in earnest did he stop. Sarah let go of the chair, dropped to her knees and kissed his crotch.

"Go ahead."

Grateful, she unzipped his jeans and began to kiss and suckle his penis. She looked up at him, knowing he liked this, her eyes shining with tears, her ass red as fire. He fucked her mouth. She welcomed him. Finally, he shot his sweet, sweet cream down her throat. She continued to lick him, gently, cleaning him. He helped her to stand and removed the fig.

"Finish cooking now, wife. After dinner, I'm going to fuck your ass. Hard. Until I cum."

Smiling, she took up her spoon and stirred the soup.

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