I’m holding this position for what feels like hours…probably just a few minutes…shaking with anticipation and a whole lot of f*****g dread. Dread about what my body is feeling. What it's craving. What the hell is this bastard planning to do next? My ass is already aching from all that spanking…what more does he want before he's finally f*****g satisfied?
Finally, he climbs back onto the bed. I feel his grip on my left leg, then click. f**k. My heart catches instantly. Is that a f*****g cuff? Before I can even register it, he snaps it around my ankle, locking it to the bed. Then the other one….same thing. Cuffed to the bedpost.
“What… what are you doing?” I ask, my voice shaky as hell. I feel exposed, stretched out in this position.
“What do you think I’m doing, wife?” His voice is low,
