Taming the Tease
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What’s supposed to be a quiet morning at home has unexpectedly become very busy. Craig’s attempt to catch up on some dull but necessary paperwork is disrupted as Ashley reaches high to dust a light bulb (who does that, and in heels for heaven’s sake?) then bends to adjust a curtain hem. Tasks for some reason requiring close proximity to her increasingly annoyed spouse.
Craig recognises the signs; Ashley is in teasing mode. It’s all in her body language; a succession of apparently innocent, but unambiguously provocative postures ensures each dip and stretch thrusts her delightful bottom into prominence.
She’s recently made the uncharacteristic purchase of an extremely slim-fitting pair of white jeans. Where so many – let’s be honest, the majority of her friends have succumbed to the late middle-age malaise of thickening waistlines and spreading derrieres, Ashley’s derriere remains enviably shapely.
Craig can’t blame Ashley for flaunting the figure she’s worked hard to maintain – he just wishes she’d do so less annoyingly. When she bends over yet again – ostensibly to straighten a rug – wiggling her delightful moons just inches from his face – Craig finally accepts he isn’t going to get any more admin done today.
Far better to take the hint, abandon his fruitless endeavour and directly address a currently more pressing matter. “Just got to get something from upstairs,” he says, matter of factly, “back in a moment.”
From deep within a wardrobe he retrieves a very definitely adult toybox. Peering inside Craig selects a couple of items, then returns with studied nonchalance downstairs where an architrave is being pointlessly polished. Teetering on tiptoes Ashley’s alluring posterior is delightfully out-thrust, tempting Craig to give it a hearty slap. Her affronted expression fools neither of them. He laughs, grasps his wife’s hands and pulls her gently towards him. “We need to talk,” he says firmly.
“What were you thinking when you bought those jeans?” he asks pointedly. “I mean, trousers aren’t your usual thing, you’re usually more of a skirt wearer.”
“You know the old saying: ‘does my bum look big in this?'” replies Ashley rhetorically. Deneme bonusu veren siteler “Well mine doesn’t, even though most of the other women in the changing room were at least a generation my junior. In fact I thought the figure-hugging fit looked pretty dam good. And you my darling…” she continues artfully, “are very much an arse man.”
“As you’ve been unsubtly reminding me for the last hour,” replies Craig, “but, if I might resume my role as interrogator, what did you imagine would happen when you wore them?”
“Well, I’m not sure I’ve the courage to wear them outside the house, at least not without a long floppy shirt, and flats – rather defeating the point – but I thought they might turn your head at home.”
“Then you can count your mission a success so far,” continues Craig, “however I’ve decided it’s time to take you to task for your distracting behaviour.”
“And how do you intend to do that,” enquires Ashley with feigned innocence.
“Since you’ve been encouraging me to pay close attention to your lovely bottom I fully intend to spank it.” And, even though this had been her hope all along, those erotically redolent words make Ashley blush
Taking each hand in turn Craig buckles a soft leather cuff around Ashley’s wrists and hoists them over her head. Above the lounge doorway is an unobtrusive hook, ostensibly for Xmas decorations. Fastening her bonds there he turns Ashley sideways and grasps her firmly around the middle.
“You’re usually face down over my lap at this stage, so it’ll make a pleasant change to able to look you in the eyes as I smack your bottom.”
“Pleasant for whom… Ooof!” A firm slap across her denim-clad rump catches Ashley by surprise, Craig moves his left hand from her waist and grasps one of Ashley’s boobs, feeling the nipple stiffen against his palm as he delivers a rapid flurry of slaps to the target area.
Ashley purses her lips in an attempt to remain mute as the force of each blow makes her wobble a little unsteadily on her high heels.
“Don’t worry, I won’t let you fall,” Craig reassures her. By unspoken consent they kiss, lips and tongues Bedava Bonusu exploring each other avidly. The next succession of slaps draw audible gasps from Ashley as she feels her haunches grow hot beneath the cotton fabric.
“Oh dear,” says Craig, “are you a damsel in distress?”
“Distinctly overheated, “murmurs Ashley, her voice low and sensual.
In response Craig undoes her tight jeans and tugs them down over Ashley’s hips to her knees. A flattering and pricey pair of blue silk panties does little to cover her curves, already pink from his punitive attentions.
“Look at me,” instructs Craig, sliding his hand between her thighs and forcing it up between Ashley’s thighs, eliciting a moan of a very different timbre.
Ashley fixes him with a sultry gaze. “I may, ahem, be a little damp down there,” she ventures quietly.
“A little, that’s an understatement, but don’t apologise,” replies Craig, “this is what you want, what you’ve been angling for all along, isn’t it?”
“Definitely what I need,” answers Ashley huskily.
Craig tugs the skimpy knickers up tightly into her cleft, leans forward and whispers in her ear. “Brace yourself, the next spanks will be on your sit spot and upper thighs. And that’s going to hurt a whole lot more.”
Ashley screws her eyes shut and tenses. Craig lifts his arm, then waits, asserting his dominance, allowing her trepidation to build before delivering a series of sharp percussive slaps.
Ashley’s eyes open wide in shock, lips forming a perfect O as she wails in distress at the sharp, smarting pain. Simultaneously she forces her crotch forward, grinding it hard into the heel of Craig’s hand, seeking an altogether different sensation. A succession of grasps and groans ensue as he continues his chastisement of her lower buttocks; Ashley stamps her feet in a futile attempt to dissipate the heat.
“Better keep still, unless you want to feel my belt,” warns Craig, stepping back to admire his handiwork. Each of Ashley’s pale thighs shows the imprints of overlapping livid palm prints. He tugs the panties down to her knees before resuming the smacking of Ashley’s increasingly Deneme Bonus sore bottom. All the while he reddens her increasingly animated arse Craig adeptly caresses her shaven pussy. Amid cries and sighs he again looks directly into Ashley’s dark brown eyes. “Tell me out loud what’s happening to you,” he demands.
“You’re smacking…” Ashley winces as an exceptionally hard blow tenderises her burning cheeks, “…my poor bottom.”
“And how does that feel?”
“How do think it feels you brute? Bloody sore!”
“This might be a prudent time to be a little more polite,” advises Craig, “since you’re a little tied up right now and in no position to defend yourself.”
“Oh bloody ha, ha,” pouts Ashley, groaning and twisting as her punishment continues. Her eyes brim, mascara smudges; she’s all the more alluring for becoming increasingly dishevelled.
“And what else am I doing?”
Ashley lowers her gaze and looks away.
“Eye contact please,” growls Craig
She obeys immediately, “It’s rude…” Ashley falters.
“Bit late in the day to be coy,” suggests Craig. “Now try again: What am I doing?”
Ashley is panting heavily and forces her answer out amid increasingly loud moans. “You’re rubbing my clit and…” almost shrieking now, “…fingering my pussy. Oooooooh, slower on the spanks and faster with the fingers please darling.”
Craig duly obliges.
“Oh fuck, you’re going to make me come.”
“Soon,” promises her husband, “focus on your breathing, control the hurt, concentrate on the pleasure.”
“Please let me come,” pleads Ashley, aroused and losing control. Abruptly Craig ceases his chastisement of her hot-to-the-touch cheeks and thrusts his fingers deeper into Ashley’s sopping sex. Sensing her impending climax and likely collapse he holds her tightly as Ashley buries her head in his shoulder and surrenders to a shuddering orgasm.
Released from her bonds she clings limply to him, overwrought and exhausted. “You’ve made me weak at the knees, and oh, my poor bum.”
“Would you like me to rub something cool and soothing on those burning cheeks?” asks Craig solicitously.
“Would I ever?” groans Ashley “but first…” awkwardly, still hobbled by the tight white jeans and surrendered knickers tangled around her ankles, she sinks to her knees and reaches for his zip, “…I think it’s time your wanton wife demonstrated just how contrite and grateful for her spanking she can be…”
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