Story Three - My Dominant Husband Part Two
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Story Three - My Dominant Husband Part Two
He’s sitting on the side of the bed. Head in his hands. Is he…is he crying, I wonder? No matter, I get in front of him and push him back. I’m yelling at him now.
“How dare you take advantage of our play time to punish me!”
His head snapped up, he quickly hid the anguish in his eyes. I guess he thought he would get a different response from me.
“I guess now I’m the laughingstock of your entire office? They all know you’re cheating on me. Why don’t you tell me some of the jokes you were all passing around the office at my expense!”
My mouth agape, I just stared at him. He’s gone way off the deep end and I don’t know what to say to reel him back in. Except maybe the truth.
He looked so forlorn, I almost felt like consoling him. Almost, being the most important word in that sentence. I see he’s in deep emotional pain, but I’m still yelling when I answer.
“You foolish man! What exactly do you think you saw? I know for a fact that I didn’t touch anyone at that table, not even the ladies. If you were there, why didn’t you come over and say hello? How could you even think that I was doing something inappropriate, especially with my employees! I did nothing that would embarrass you. It never occurred to me! Even if I had 'cheated', it would embarrass me and make me look bad as well! These are the people I work with. We had a working lunch!"
"What the hell were you doing there, since we are accusing? You never mentioned to me that you had lunch there today! Who were you with?” I am so exasperated! I’m spitting out everything I can think of to bombard him. He’s not using his brain, obviously. We’ve been together 12 years! I’ve never given him reason to believe for a moment that I’m not totally committed to him!
“I saw you laughing it up and having a good time. I took a client there for a consultation, to solidify a deal. You and your buddies were the loudest in the room. My client was not impressed, so I didn’t walk over and screw up the deal I was making.” He practically spat his answer at me.
“Look, you big dummy. I’m not the one that owes an apology here. The person you are jealous of is a gay man!”
It took him a moment to process that. Then I could see the realization form in his eyes. I could tell he didn’t want to believe me. He’d gotten himself so worked up. I could see him deflate a little.
“That big guy sitting next to you is gay?” He asks this with an incredulous tone. I was done with this bullshit conversation!
“Matt is married to Hector. Remember me telling you that they got married last year? We were invited, but we already had that vacation planned with the kids and couldn’t make it.” My tone was almost back to normal though I was still pretty mad.
“Baby,” he started to say, and reached for me. I could see regret forming in his eyes.
“Don't you f*****g dare, 'baby' me. I don’t want to hear it. You have totally ruined our evening, our one evening during the week without the kids!” I was back to yelling.
“I cannot believe you used our s*x play as a way to punish me. Punishment for your insecurities!”
He reached for me again but I jumped back. He was still naked. I was still clothed. I tried walking away but he was quicker. He grabbed my arm and pulled me into him. I did not reciprocate his affections. I was stiff as a board. He sat back on the bed and pulled me in between his legs. He laid his face against my chest.
“Baby, I love you so much. When I saw you with that guy, my mind went to some pretty dark places. It was like a dark haze covered my brain. I finished up a few things at work and took off early. I couldn’t concentrate. I thought I was losing you.”
I have never heard him so remorseful, but I was really hurt. I mean I get it. I was once in the same situation when we were first married. A woman he worked with was really after him and didn’t care he was married. She deliberately put him in a compromising position that made me doubt him for a few days before one of his other co-workers witnessed this woman’s antics. The co-worker was able to clear some things up, and I had a showdown with the 'other' woman. That situation was actually the catalyst for our 'playtime adventures'. But that’s a story for another day.
“I’m really wounded by your actions. Not only emotionally but physically. I can’t trust you right now, especially because you didn’t trust me!” My heart is aching now. I actually reached up and rubbed my chest. Then I looked at my watch.
“The kids will be home in an hour. We need to get dinner started.” I sighed. I had been so hopeful when I walked through our front door earlier.
He was still holding me. I was still not leaning into his embrace. He started rubbing my back gently as if I might break. I tried to get out of his hold. His hands worked down to my bottom. I jerked because I was sore there. I could feel his hands running over the welts. Nope, not doing this. I redoubled my efforts to get away.
“Let me make this up to you. What can I do that will make this better? I know I screwed up, baby! I want to make this right.” He sounded a little like he was begging. I liked it.
“You know there may be one thing that will make me feel better.” I surprised him and was able to step out of his arms. He was ready to hear me out, so he let me go. I looked around the room on the floor and found what I wanted.
“Bend over.” I demanded as I pointed to the end of the bed.
His eyes widened; his lips parted. I was pretty sure he wasn’t going to do as I asked. Well, it was worth a shot. Anyway, I had other ways to make him pay for jumping to wrong conclusions. I just think this way might be more fun, at least for me. (evil grin)
“But babe,” he started. His eyes looked a little panicked. I gave him a stern look. A “don’t f**k with me” look.
“Don’t make me say it again.” I almost smiled; this was fun. I was throwing some of his sayings back at him. But I had to be strong if I wanted to punish him. That means he has to take me seriously.
I am in control right now. He was in the wrong and if he wanted to make things better, this was a start.
“I’m going to give you ten licks, just like you gave me. Only you deserve them, don’t you?” I asked in a growl.
“I didn’t. If you don’t let me do this, we are going to have a problem,” I told him. I meant it, I was going to make his life hell for the foreseeable future, and he knew it, I could see it in his eyes. He really hates it when I am mad at him. The anger I felt right now was one for the books.
He slowly stood up and bent over the edge of the bed. “Spread your legs wider.” I scolded him. I was really enjoying this!
“Count each one and thank me” I explain. Wow, what role reversal!
“Do you understand?” I leaned down and spoke directly into his ear.
“Yes, mistress” he answered. Oh, that was a nice touch. I told you he has a good imagination; I think I just creamed my panties. I ran the belt down his shoulder towards his ass cheeks, and then to his thigh. I saw him shiver slightly. I got a good grip on the belt and SLAP!
“One, thank you mistress!” he uttered.
SLAP!
“Two, thank you mistress!”
Crack!
"Three! Thank you, mistress!” I could see the welts forming. My n*****s were rock hard.
Bam! I was taking turns on each ass cheek.
“Four, thank you mistress!”
Whap! “Thank you, mistress!” He forgot to count. Now we had to start over. This was delicious fun!
We started over, and he ended up with 15 spanks. His ass was as red as an apple. I gently rub my hand over each ass cheek. I saw him wince, his butt was on fire! He was a little out of breath. Oh, what to do next? I was running out of time. The kids will be home soon. I know just the thing….
“Stand up.” I told him. Whoa! His d**k was hard as a rock. I can see that “playtime” is going to get an upgrade soon. I got up on the bed, he is still facing it. I crawled around and lay down in front of him and spread my legs. I grabbed his c**k and direct it towards my dripping p***y.
“f**k me, but you are not allowed to cum.” He was shocked. He wanted to protest. I could see the devastation on his face. I just pointed towards my crotch.
“Fuckkkk” he complained, and he thrust his hips forward almost like a mini-tantrum. He pulled me by my legs and positioned me, so he could more easily thrust into me. He kept my legs spread by hooking my knees over his forearms at the crux of his elbows. He slid the head of his c**k up and down my dripping slit. I could hear the slurping like sound our bodies were making together. He shoved into me. I gasped at the fullness.
“f**k me hard”, I demanded while reaching between our bodies to place two fingers over my c**t. He got into a rhythm and angled himself inside me for maximum pleasure while I fingered myself. Soon, I was close to orgasm. I watched him watching our conjoined bodies. I watched his face and loved seeing how much he enjoyed his current job. All of a sudden, I started convulsing around his shaft and screamed out my pleasure. He thrust a few more times and let me ride out my orgasm before he pulled out, our combined c*m dripping everywhere.
"You disobeyed me. I told you not to cum." He started to smirk. "You will be punished for that." I told him coldly.
The smirk dropped off his face.
I could hear knocking on the front door.
“Be a good boy and get the door. The kids are home.” I ordered. Now it was my turn to smirk.
The End. For Now.
- Writer
