by PT Winters
"I am not showing my breasts when Greg might see them." She argued.
"He promised not to look." Michael argued. "And even if he did, all he would see is your bare back. You have evening gowns that show your bare back."
Jane pondered what her husband had said. She had no desire to get topless, but it wasn't unusual for Michael to ask to she her breasts while she did her wifely duties. And Greg had promised not to look. Really, as she thought about it, it wasn't any worse than what she was already doing, and would likely expedite the whole ordeal.
Jane reached up and pulled her top down, around her waist. She quickly removed her brassiere, and before she could get his cock back into her mouth, Michael was reaching down to cup them. He squeezed at them for a few moments before he leaned back and allowed her to resume sucking him.
Greg, breaking his promise, looked over at Jane and Michael. The sight of her topless, even if all he could see was her bare back as her head bobbed up and down, was intensely erotic. He looked back at Andrea, whose eyes were closed as she licked at his shaft.
"Get on all fours." He told her.
Andrea was tempted to object, she wasn't an animal after all, but decided against it as it would actually be nice to not be sitting in her tender backside while she finished him off. As she shifted into position, Greg held her head, so that his cock didn't slip out while her hands weren't able to hold his member. He guided her head up and down his cock for a few moments once she was in position and then reached down her back and pulled up her dress.
She felt the cool air on her sore, pink bottom, it was soothing, and she thought it wonderful that Greg was being so considerate of her comfort.
Michael, at the same time thought it was wonderful that Greg was giving him such a great view of his wife's garter framed ass. It was still pink from her spanking, and the sight of it made him want to throw Jane over his knee and paddle her bottom. Her earlier insistence that she didn't need one making it all the more appealing.
"Jane, Get ready." Michael announced to the room.
"Oh god, I'm close too." Greg warned.
Their wives both, simultaneously redoubled their efforts. The room seemed to echo and amplify the wet, sucking sounds as both Andrea and Jane sucked and licked and pumped their man's cock. As the intensity build, the men began thrusting, Jane and Andrea taking it as they were face fucked by their respective spouses.
"Be a good wife!" Greg cried as he erupted. He pulled Andrea's head forward, driving his cock down deep. She half stepped-half crawled forward adjusting her position to maintain her balance as he came down her throat.
Andrea's sudden movement had spread her legs enough that Michael could see her pussy. Her lips were engorged, she was dripping wet and seemed ready to be fucked from behind. The sight of Andrea, in tandem with Jane's skilful mouth was enough, he felt the rush in his balls.
"Take it. Be a good wife and take it all." Michael groaned as he too came, forcing Jane to choke down his cum.
Greg released the hold he had on Andrea's head, and she wiped the mixture of saliva and cum that was on her lips. Greg put his penis back in his pants as she stood up, her dress once again covering her pink bottom.
As Andrea headed to the bathroom to clean up, Jane stood up. Greg snuck a peek as she tried to fix her hair without a mirror.
"You're hair looks lovely." Michael assured her. "Isn't that right Greg?"
Jane turned to look at him, forgetting she was still topless.
"Absolutely stunning actually." Greg told her, his eyes dropping to her bare chest.
Her eyes widened in horror, as she froze in shock for just long enough for it to sink in that she was flashing her cousin's new husband. A second later, though it felt like an eternity, she covered herself with her arms and darted from the room embarrassed.
The men chuckled as Michael got up and grabbed a couple of cigars. As the headed to the backyard to enjoy them, Greg turned to Michael and said, "And to think, I was originally going to suggest we play Parcheesi."
Jane Gets Spanked
Confessions at the Gala
Donna on the Back Deck
About The Author
Wifely Duties 3
Jane Gets Spanked
Jane had spent most of the week avoiding her husband. Part of the reason was that she was a little bit embarrassed about what she had done following her Sunday night dinner with her cousin Andrea and Greg. The women had openly performed fellatio on their respective husbands, but oddly enough, it accidentally flashing her brother in law that bothered her more. Mostly because Greg hadn't actually seen her with Michael's penis in her mouth, but had seen her naked breasts.
The main reason she was avoiding her husband however was that she was concerned about the things Greg had put in Michael's head prior to the accidental flashing, namely giving her a spanking.
Her cousin Andrea had been spanked right in the living room and Jane wasn't interested in having any part of that. It was one thing to go down on her husband, that she had come to realize was just part of his needs. It was something entirely different to have her bottom smacked for some made up reason.
It had been fairly easy to dodge Michael during the week. Between his job and her volunteer position on the neighbourhood watch fundraising committee, she'd been able to find a reason to be out late every night he was home or in bed asleep before he got in. Friday evening however, she could not avoid him.
Friday's were their date night. No matter what else was happening, they made sure they had time for each other for dinner at the very least.
As she served him his supper, roast with carrots and potatoes, she waited for the hammer to fall.
It didn't. She cut the pie she made for dessert, and still nothing. Then finally, when she spilt his after dinner coffee, he asked, "Is everything okay dear?"
"Of course, why wouldn't it be?" Jane replied, defensively.
"You just seem a bit, distant. Are you mad at me over something?" He looked at her concerned.
Jane looked at her husband, and mustered up the courage to just ask him outright. "Are you planning to spank me?"
"Spank you?" He asked confused. "Why on earth would I spank you? Did you do something you shouldn't have?"
"I mean, because of last weekend. Greg and Andrea. You seemed to, well you seemed to enjoy seeing him spank her." She told him. "I didn't, I don't want you treating me like some sort of petulant child."
"Honey. That was curiosity. It was unusual to me." He told her. "Is that why you've been acting so funny all night?"
"Yes." She admitted embarrassed. "It's why I was avoiding you all week."
"Wait, you thought I would just spank you? For no reason? You really thought that?" Michael asked confused.
"Well, I thought..." Jane didn't want to admit it but she didn't really have a choice at this point. "...you might want to spank me for... for always delaying my wifely duties till the last minute."
"Well. I have to say I'm disappointed. I thought we were adults. I thought we had the sort of relationship where we talked to each other about our concerns." Michael told his wife.
"We do. I'm sorry. I was scared and, well I didn't act very maturely," she apologized.
"No, you didn't. In fact, I'd go so far that you acted like a petulant child," he paused just a moment, holding in a grin before he added, "and I think you need to be treated like one."
"Ha ha, very funny." Jane said, trying to laugh him off. "You're joking, right?"
Michael shook his head.
"Michael! Are you saying...you are going to spank me?" She asked, nervously.
"Let me ask you this," he started, "if it was someone else who had acted like you have, would you think they needed to change their behaviour?"
"Change their behaviour, yes, of course, but I hardly..." He cut her off.
"And what changes behaviour better than negative consequences?" He asked.
"But, no. Michael! I don't want you to...to spank me." She pleaded.
Jane followed him in silently, and when they reached the living room he took the same position Greg had when he had spanked Andrea. Michael even patted his lap, signalling her to climb over his knee.
"Michael, please. You don't..." Without a word, he patted his lap again. She reluctantly laid across him "I really don't…"
Spank.
He silenced her with a slap to the centre of her bottom.
"Are you prepared to act like an adult?" He asked her.
"Yes, I promise. There is no need to..."
Spank.
He hand hit her bum hard once more, again cutting her off.
"Are you prepare to act like an adult and take your punishment?" He asked her.
"Fine." She said, resigning herself to it but clearly not agreeing with his decision.
Spank.
"I'm disappointed Jane," he told her. "I had hoped to make this quick, but clearly this spanking is long overdue if you think this continued behaviour is acceptable."
Spank.
"I'm sorry." She whispered.
"What was that?" He asked, punctuating his question with yet another slap to her buttocks.
Spank.
Jane cleared her throat and spoke louder. "I'm sorry."
He caressed her bottom, "Thank you."
Jane shifted, as if she was going to get up. Michael stopped her. "Umm, Where are you going?"
"I...we're not done?" She asked.
Spank
He swatted harder, dead centre on her ass.
"Did I say we were done?" He asked.
"No." She conceded.
"Okay, let's get these off of you." He said, flipping her dress up and revealing the garter belts holding up her stockings. They framed her backside, which was encased in tight, lacey, white panties. Even through the material, he could see her well toned cheeks.
"Michael, please." She pleaded struggling a little as he undid the garter belt’s snaps. As she listen to each one being undone, her mind raced for a way to make him stop. She wasn't about to just let him paddle her bare backside! She tried to reach back to stop him, but stopped her struggling suddenly as she felt his erection poking into her.
"Good, I'm glad you've decided to behave." Michael told her, mistaking her surprise at his boner for acceptance. He began pulling her panties off her bottom, down to her knees where he left them.
"Now, if I remember correctly, Andrea got 10 spanks for breaking a dish." Michael pondered aloud. "How many would be right for your behaviour?"
"Um, 10?" Jane offered, not wanting to suggest any at all.
"I suppose." Michael said pretending to be unsure. "You should probably count them, like Andrea did."
Spank.
"Um, one?" Jane said, unsure if she had to say anything else.
Spank. Michael hit her rump even harder. her whole body shifted forward, as did his legs and then they shifted back. The movement had her grinding against his erection.
"Oww!" Jane cried. "Two."
Spank. Michael hit her bum harder still, and again she shifted, again he enjoyed it.
"Owww! Michael, that's too hard!" She pleaded.
"I didn't hear four, I guess we're starting over." He said
"Four! Four!" She said quickly, not wanting another swat, let alone having to restart. "I'm sorry, I meant to say four."
Michael began caressing her cheeks lightly. "Ahh, much better." He told her, "Now I think you can get some of that encouragement Greg had mentioned."
Michael's fingers slipped between her thighs and brushes her lips. She gasped at his touch.
"Jane.!" He said playfully as he discovered how wet she was. "Does someone actually enjoy being spanked?"
"Michael Smith! How you could even say... oh!" Jane's denial was cut short as he slid a finger inside of her. "Oh, that's, that's quite nice."
Michael removed his finger and brought his hand down hard on her bottom.
Spank!
"Five!" Jane squealed with surprise.
"Very good!" Michael told her, as he again dipped a finger inside of her. "I didn't think you would remember to count."
Jane wriggled, an uncontrollable reaction to the combination of the stinging in her bottom and the pleasure of his finger in her pussy.
"M-Michael. Please." She asked him.
"Please what?" He asked back while twisting his finger, causing her to moan.
Michael pumped his finger in and out of his wife, while waiting for her to respond. When it was clear from her heavy breathing that she wasn't going to say anything, he pulled his finger out and once again slapped her ass, hard.
Spank
"Six." She told him.
Her rear stung but she accepted the discomfort as she anticipated his finger in her cunnie once more.
Instead he spanked her for the seventh time.
Spank
"Oww! I thought...I mean, seven!" Jane caught herself.
"I'm still waiting for an answer. Please what?" He asked her.
"Please...use... your fingers." She told him, embarrassed to have to even hint at what she wanted aloud.
"Like this?" He slid two deep into her pussy, twisting his fingers around and around once they were inside.
"Yes. God yes, Michael." She moaned.
"Or like this?" He slapped her ass harder than ever. She squealed in pain, and he excitedly slapped her other cheek just as hard.
"Owww!" She screamed, her eyes watering as her ass cheek turned from a light pink to a deep red. Michael realized that was probably too hard and felt a bit bad. He began caressing her ass.
"Please, not so hard." She begged. "I won't put off my duties any more, just don't spank me that hard!"
Michael's cock throbbed at the thought of her performing her wifely duties on him.
"Okay dear, that seems fair." He made a mental note to be more careful next time he spanked her, while his cock throbbed again at the thought he would be spanking her again in the future.
He pushed his hips into her slightly, as he resumed fingering her drenched pussy. Despite his over enthusiasm, she clearly had enjoyed at least part of the spanking.
"My my Jane, you're quite wet." Michael told her. "I think someone is enjoying her spanking a bit too much."
"Don't, don't say such things." Jane told him, very embarrassed that her body was responding as it was. "I, I'm not..."
"Now Jane, you're being punished, so keep in mind you're not allowed to, cum." He teased he.
"Michael, don't say such things." Jane hated when he used such blunt, dirty language.
"Well, don't look like you're about to cum than!"
Jane was horrified. Not only was he repeating such a dirty word, he was right. Her orgasm was building as her husband fingered her pussy.
Spank.
Michael slapped her ass an eight time. It wasn't as hard as he had be hitting her, but her already tender bottom stung as it turned a brighter red.
"Ouch. Please stop!" She begged.
"Stop? You still have 2 more spanks to go honey..." He slipped his fingers into her again and she moaned in delight. "And I don't think you're taking this seriously. You can't just orgasm when you're being punished!"
"But... it's not my fault." She tried to explain he was the one that was going to make her cum, but couldn't find a way to say those words.
"Michael, please...if you...don't stop..." He fingers found her clit.
"Jane, don't you dare cum. Not while you're being punished. I forbid it." He ordered her.
"But, but...oh god Michael! Oh my fucking God." She couldn't contain herself as he continued to finger her.
"Jane, I said no." Michael told her flatly.
"Oh, God, oh god...I...can't..."
"Jane." Michael said disapprovingly, never stopping playing with her cunnie. He knew that she was beyond the point of no return.
"I...can't...stop..." Jane was desperate to contain it but completely unable to!
Michael smiled as his wife, still laying across his lap, climaxed with a scream, "OHHH GODDDDD!!"
He waited unmoving as she caught her breath, then removed his fingers from his wife's soaking pussy. He caresses her bright red bottom, as she cooed, too embarrassed to say anything.
