Covert Cravings

by Maggie Carpenter

  “Scott! Oh, I’m sorry about the shirt. Why are you home?” she asked, frantically, putting the cup on their nightstand and holding the shirt away from her body.

  The television was blaring and Scott marched across to the bed and grabbed the remote, switching it off. He was seething. The $75 shirt was brand new.

  “I think it’s you who should be answering that question, and that shirt – why do you insist on wearing my shirts? You’ve stained three of them already. That one is brand new!”

  “Sorry, sorry,” she said, crunching her face.

  “Why are you home? Did something happen at the store,” he pressed. “Never mind, tell me later – take that shirt off and put it in the sink in cold water.”

  She was standing, staring at him, a deer in headlights.

  “Now!” he barked. “Then come back and tell me what’s going on.” If there was ever a time he wanted to throw her over his knee and spank her silly it was now. But he held back. He had read never to spank in anger. But there was more to it than that. The manner in which he planned to introduce discipline into their lives had formulated in his mind and he was sticking to it.

  Emily felt 12 years old again. She was mortified. Running into the bathroom she filled the sink with cold water and dropped in the shirt, pushing it under, making sure it was completely soaked, then wrapped a robed around her naked body and walked back to face him. He was staring down at the tea stains on the bedspread.

  “We’ll have to have this dry cleaned right away,” he said, pulling it off the bed.

  “I’m really sorry,” she simpered.

  “Just tell me what’s going on,” he asked, irritated, as he bundled up the coverlet.

  “I wasn’t feeling very well so I left the store early,” she said quietly.

  “Are you getting sick?” he asked. She looked and sounded perfectly fine.

  “No, I mean – maybe – not really. I just felt frazzled,” she admitted.

  He stared at her then cast his eyes across the room. There were a couple of pairs of panties lying on the chair by the fireplace, with some stockings on the floor next to it. A bra was lying on top of the dresser. He couldn’t help but think she had become even less tidy – even less reliable – in recent weeks. Well their sex life wasn’t the only thing that was going to change!

  “Hurry up and get dressed. I have to get back to the store, but you have some errands to run,” he said firmly.

  “I do?” she asked, feeling a flip in her stomach.

  “Yes, you do. Meet me downstairs – and bring that cup and saucer with you,” he ordered, then turned and left the room.

  Emily’s heart was in her mouth. She had never seen Scott so mad. Her sweet, easy-going guy never barked at her that way. Not ever.

  This is crazy, she thought, but jeez he’s so sexy when he’s like this.

  She pulled on some jeans and one of her own T-shirts, and slipped her moccasins on her feet. Grabbing the cup and saucer she raced down the stairs, and found Scott in the kitchen standing next to the sink. She gulped. She knew her breakfast dishes were still sitting there.

  “First, you’re going to wash up your dishes and put them away,” he said, staring at her.

  “Sure. I was going to ––”

  “The fact is you didn’t. You never do! Now you will. I’ve had enough, Emily. From now on when you dirty something you wash it dry it and put it away. Got it?”

  “Yes. Sure, I will,” she answered, thinking her voice sounded weak and feeble.

  “Next – you know where I buy my shirts at Nordstroms?” he asked. He looked very serious and Emily felt another little flutter in her stomach. “I always ask for Nigel – the English guy.”

  “Yes. I know who you mean,” she said softly.

  “You’re going there right now and you’re going to buy me another shirt. If you want one, you can get one for yourself but my clothes are now off limits. Got it?” he asked, repeating the two words firmly.

  “Yes, Scott. Sorry,” she said, her face flushing.

  “Quite honestly I would prefer you not wear floppy T-shirts at all. There’s nothing feminine or sexy about them,” he finished.

  Emily shifted on her feet. She was totally embarrassed and Scott suddenly seemed bigger than life.

  “But before you go to Nordstrom’s you can drop off the bedspread at the cleaners. I’ve put it in your car already, in a trash bag. And you’re paying for that as well,” he decreed.

  “Yes. I should,” she replied, her voice very small.

  “Of course you should. It’s time you started taking responsibility.”

  “You’re right,” she sighed, unable to look at him.

  “When you get home you’re going to tidy up your stuff. Put away your clothes and clean up the mess in the bathroom. I’m not picking up after you anymore,” he announced, his voice calm and controlled, but very serious. “Got it?”

  “Of course. I’ve got it. I’ve got everything,” she simpered, feeling near tears. “I’m sorry I’ve been a bit…”

  “I’m glad you’re sorry but sorry won’t cut it anymore. Get it together, Emily,” he scolded, moving away from the counter. “I’ll be home at the usual time.”

  She watched him stride from the kitchen and out the door to his truck. She wanted to run after him, to beg him for his forgiveness, to feel his amazing, powerful arms around her. She wanted him to tell her it was ok, that he understood she was a little forgetful sometimes, that dishes weren’t her thing and he’d deal with them. But even as the thoughts raced through her mind, she didn’t really want him to do or say any of those things. As much as she was stinging from her scolding, as embarrassed as she was, he had just said and done everything exactly right.

  Chapter Eleven

  When Scott returned home at 6:15 he walked in to a delectable aroma. The table was set with candles, and the kitchen was spotless except for some bowls waiting for whatever it was that was cooking on the stove. He poked his head in the living room and saw it too had been straightened up and vacuumed again.

  Trotting up the stairs he walked into the bathroom to take a shower, and all her many jars and bottles were gone. The counter had been wiped down and the towels were folded neatly in two separate piles: one for him and one for her. Stripping quickly he stepped under the water and washed off his day. He was smiling. Amazing what a little lecture could do. He wondered how it would be when he really started laying down the law.

  Dressing in sweats he returned to the bedroom and saw the bag from Nordstroms on the bed. Peering inside he found two new T-shirts, and a note.

  Sorry again, Scotty.

  Here are two –

  Love you heaps ––

  Emily

  XXX

  “Is that ok?” she asked, her voice soft, coming from behind him.

  He turned and saw her standing in the doorway of their closet. She was wearing a sheer baby blue shirt with chest pockets that covered her breasts, and a short, white skirt.

  “It certainly is. Thank you,” he smiled. “Come here, you naughty girl.”

  She ran across to him and buried her head in his chest, hugging him tightly.

  “I’m so sorry,” she breathed. “I’m just lazy and foolish sometimes.”

  “I know, but not anymore, right?” he said, firmly.

  “Right. I promise.”

  He grabbed the back of her hair and yanked her head back. Her eyes stared up at him, and lowering his lips to hers he kissed her gently, then pressed harder, and harder still, until he was devouring her mouth. When he pulled back, still clutching her locks tightly, she was breathless and her eyes were sparkling.

  “Whatever is cooking smells so good – can it wait for a little while?” he asked, his voice husky.

  “Uh huh,” she replied.

  “Good,” he whispered, and releasing her hair dropped his hands to the back of her skirt and slowly lowered the zipper. He heard her gasp as it fell to the floor. His hands grabbed her naked b
ottom, squeezing her cheeks.

  “Scott,” she whimpered, “ooohhhh....”

  Placing his arms around her thighs, he picked her up and carried her to the bed, and sat her next to him.

  “I have something to tell you,” he said, staring at her intently.

  She felt her pulse quicken. There was something in his eyes – something very, very sexy.

  “Actually, I’m not going to tell you, I’m going to show you,” he said softly, and before she could think, he pulled her across his lap.

  “Aaarghh!” she cried. “What are you doing?”

  “Shush,” he said, caressing her bottom. “I think you’ll really enjoy this.”

  Knowing she was waiting for – dying for – his hand to smack her pretty cheeks, he instead slithered his fingers between her sex.

  “Baby, you’re very wet,” he crooned, sinking them, exploring her. “Very!”

  “Oooh, Scott,” she groaned, wiggling in an effort to press against his fingers.

  “You know, Emily, your ass looks very spankable,” he exclaimed, as if noticing it for the first time. “Would you like me to spank you a little bit?”

  He knew he was teasing her, driving her crazy, and that was exactly what he wanted to do.

  “If you want,” she squeaked, feeling incredibly foolish over his knees.

  “Perhaps just a bit,” he said, dropping his hand down on her lightly.

  I can’t wait to spank you with that hairbrush, he thought. At some point very soon you are in for quite a surprise!

  He bounced his hand back and forth, lightly smacking, bringing a nice pink sheen to her flesh. She squirmed a little but he knew he was barely making an impression. After laying on a dozen or so light slaps, he paused and ran his hand across her warm behind.

  “Since I have you here,” he said slowly, “I think it only appropriate that I give you a hard smack for each of your sins today. I think that would be fitting. Don’t you, Emily?

  “Um. I guess so,” she replied, timidly “But not too hard.”

  He grinned. She was so naughty. He knew she wanted so much more! But she was only going to get a taste; just enough to drive her nuts.

  “Right then. Let’s see – my shirt, the dishes, the bedspread, and leaving work for no good reason. That’s four. So four good smacks. That would be two on each cheek.”

  Emily wanted to scream!

  No! It’s four on each cheek. And, aaarrgggh… they should be really hard.

  Lifting his hand he smacked her lightly four times in total, just enough to truly frustrate her.

  “Do you think you’ve been spanked enough for what you did?” he asked, innocently.

  Oh good grief. What do I say?

  “Well?” he asked.

  This is your chance – take it. TAKE IT! her voice yelled in her head.

  “Um – well...” she whimpered.

  “Yes, baby?”

  “Would it be crazy if I said I think you should smack me harder?”

  Scott stared at the ceiling. Thank you, God.

  “You know, Emily, if you really want something, or need something, the best way to get it is to simply ask. I happen to agree. Yes, I do think you should be spanked harder. Are you sure that’s what you want?”

  A light went off in Emily’s brain.

  Oh my gosh. He just teased me with those silly slaps on purpose. He’s totally in control right now. He’s making me beg him to spank me. Oh my God!

  “Yes,” she stammered.

  “Yes...?” he pressed.

  “I – uh – I’m not sure I understand,” she squeaked.

  “Hmmm. Well, if you were being disciplined by a man in authority, how would you address him?”

  “Um, sir?” she squeaked.

  “So then, don’t you think you should use that since I’m going to spank you hard – just the way you want me to?”

  God, I feel so weird laying here ––

  “Yes.”

  “Ok then. Are you sure you want me to spank you?” he repeated.

  “Yes, sir,” she whimpered. This was turning into something!

  “Very well then. I will spank you as hard as I think you deserve to be spanked. But it won’t just be for today. It will be for the last several weeks that you’ve been very messy and unreliable and inconsiderate. Is that what you want?”

  His voice had changed. It was thick and deep and would brook no nonsense.

  “Yes, sir,” she mumbled, scared of what was to come but aching for it.

  “I think, Emily my sweet, we are getting somewhere,” he said. “Here we go. Your first real spanking.”

  Emily gasped at the words, and the way he spoke them sent an electric shock through her loins, but she didn’t have time to consider them very long. His hand landed with a hard, stinging slap, quickly followed by another, and another and another.

  He spanked her hard and fast, much harder and faster than she thought he would, much harder and faster than she ever imagined she’d feel from him, and she was writhing and squirming and crying out for him to stop. But he didn’t – not for a moment, his hot palm spanking across her entire bottom. He spanked and spanked, until finally, when she thought she could take not another moment, he stopped.

  Scott let out a long deep sigh. Emily’s ass was bright red. It looked like the photographs he’d seen on the Internet. Half way through he had considered pulling back but something urged him on. It was as if a force compelled him forward, and the more he spanked her bottom, and the more she cried for him to stop, the more she wriggled and writhed, the more he felt she needed it. Only when his instinct told him to pull his hand from its work did he do so. Spanking, he realized, was like everything else in his life. It was all about instinct.

  “Naughty little Emily finally got what she deserved,” he crooned, running his hand across her backside, soothing and caressing her.

  “You spanked me so hard,” she bleated.

  “Are you saying it was too hard?” he asked, gently.

  She was silent.

  “I asked you a question, and I expect the truth,” he said firmly, his hand still moving gently across her scorched skin.

  “No, sir, it wasn’t too hard.”

  “Good. I’m glad we’re in agreement,” he replied, pulling her up and putting her on her knees in front of him.

  He stared down at her. Her face was red as her bottom and there was a bright glaze across her eyes. Reaching forward he sliced a finger through her pussy.

  “My god, Emily. I thought you were wet before,” he murmured, thinking his cock was as hard as she was soggy. “Is there anything you have to say to me?”

  “Thank you. I don’t know what’s wrong with me but I really, really needed you to do this – everything – all of it, what you did today,” she whimpered, stifling a sob.

  He reached out and stroked her face. “I know, baby,” he said softly. “I know.”

  “Scott?”

  “Yes?”

  “Please will you make love to me?” she begged.

  Scott knew this moment would come. And he knew exactly what to say. “If you show me that you really want me. I have been feeling lately that you almost take me for granted,” he said, staring at her.

  She felt her pussy twitch. God he was so damn sexy. And he was right. “Yes – I guess maybe I have,” she confessed.

  “So how are you going to convince me that you really do love my cock? That you really do deserve to have it slide into your hot little twat?” he asked, touching her again, circling her clit.

  “May I suck you?” she asked, placing her hands on the inside of his thighs.

  “May I suck you…?” he whispered, reminding her.

  “Oh. May I suck you, sir,” she said, feeling the gymnasts come to life.

  “Yes, you may. And if you do it really well, I’ll fuck the daylights out of you,” he promised.

  She let out a cry, and immediately reached to pull down his sweats.

  “Hold on a m
inute. Close your eyes and don’t move,” he said, and as soon as she did as he said, he stood up and pulled them off himself, then reached down and unbuttoned her shirt, slipping it off her body. He wanted to see her luscious tits as she licked and suckled him. Settling back on the bed, he grabbed her hair and pulled her forward on to his dick.

  “Ok, baby, you can open your eyes now. I expect this to be the best blowjob you’ve ever given me. If it’s not, there’ll be no sex and I’ll spank you again.”

  The sentence threw him. He hadn’t planned on saying it, hadn’t even thought it. But as the words had slipped out of his mouth he felt them. The Dominant who lived inside him was coming alive and taking over.

  She looked up at him with softness in her eyes – a softness he’d not seen before. Then lowering her head she tickled his knob with her tongue then slid it down the length of his shaft and up again. Her lips opened and she took him in, all the way in, and held him there, swallowing at the back of her throat, causing a gentle sucking against his knob.

  “Emily, that’s divine,” he murmured. “Do that again! Then slide your lips up and down, pressing them against me.”

  Oh my God! Another first, she thought, and six gymnasts did consecutive tumbling runs.

  “Move up now,” he said, his voice deep. This was not just another first; it had a whole new feeling to it. Never before had he told her how he wanted her to suck him. He had just enjoyed whatever she offered and thought himself lucky. How things were changing.

  “Faster,” he said, grabbing her hair and moving her rapidly up and down his shaft. “Next time we do this I’ll bring a training device.” He had read those words along with hundreds of others, but they had stuck. When he spoke them he almost felt as if he was outside his body, watching. It was all so natural and it felt so fucking great! “A nice long dressage whip,” he continued, “think about that while you’re sucking me.”

  She gasped and sucked as fast as she could, his words sending a scintillating shudder through her sex. She could taste the first drops of his pre-come and brought a hand up to tickle his sack.

  “Oh yeah, baby, that’s good. You’re doing great. You’re earning that reward.”