‘Why do I have to come with you Andrew? You know how much I hate these boring conventions!’ Lisha moaned at him as she packed their short stay bags.
Andrew came out of the bathroom with toiletries and threw them on top of his clothes in his bag. ‘Because you can’t be trusted to be good by yourself.’ His response was clipped, he wasn’t really paying her that much attention. He was used to the whining when he insisted she came with him.
Lisha sat down on the bed and pouted her perfect red lips at him. ‘Once, just once I was a little bit naughty! It’s not fair you keep punishing me for it.’ She flicked her long dark hair over her shoulder and sighed heavily.
‘You exposed yourself to the neighbours Lisha, Mr & Mrs Johnson were shocked and upset at you flaunting yourself naked in the hot tub. I still don’t understand what got into you!’ Andrew’s handsome face was flushed with annoyance.
He really didn’t understand what was going on with his wife right now. She had never behaved so wantonly in the 15 years they had been married!
‘I was just feeling a little … umm… I don’t know, just a little horny… I suppose. I didn’t think anyone would see me, I just wanted to be naked in the hot tub. It’s not a crime!’ She jumped immediately to her own defence.
‘Enough now I’m tired of this argument. You’re coming with me and that’s final. Please finish packing, we need to catch the train in just under an hour.’ His tone brooked no argument!
He saw the naughty expression cross her face as she began rearranging her clothes in her bag, and he shook his head and sighed. ‘It won’t work Lisha, you will go without clothes if you aren’t packed in time.’
She threw her hands up in frustration, ‘Fine! But don’t expect me to be nice to anyone while I’m there! Those men are creeps and are always trying to touch me up when you’re not looking!’
Andrew grunted in agreement, ‘The answer to that is, don’t leave my side and they can’t can they?’
‘Oh shut up! You always think you have the answer don’t you!’ She looked around the room for any final items that needed to go in her bag, she spotted her wooden flat backed hairbrush sitting by his hip on her dresser.
‘Give me that hairbrush please… ‘ she said offhandedly as she bent over the bed to retrieve a bottle of shampoo that had bounced out of his case.
Andrew reached down and picked up the wooden hairbrush. He weighted it in his hand and glanced across at his wife’s firm plump cheeks. He stepped across to her and placing his hand in the small of her back he pressed her down firmly and kept her in position.
Lisha gasped, ‘What on earth are you doing?’
‘Something I should have done a long time ago.’ Andrew said firmly. With that, he pushed her skirt up over her hips and pulled down her lace panties revealing her creamy globes. He lifted the brush and brought it down hard, ‘thwack’ the first smack landed and her cheek turned a lovely shade of pink. She yelped at the shock.
‘Oh my GOD! Are you spanking me? How dare you spank me!!’ She was furious and tried to lift herself up. Andrew grabbed her arm and held it firmly as he sat down at the side of her and pulled her unceremoniously over his knee until her bottom was raised up high in perfect position for a sound spanking. ‘It’s time you learned a lesson Lady. This is long overdue!’
He wasted no more time as he went to work smacking that hairbrush all over her creamy globes until they were bright red and glowing and she was howling and kicking, begging and pleading with him to stop, but on he went, smack, smack, smack, smack then he paused for a moment to rub his hands over her hot bottom and scraped his fingernails across her overheated skin. She tried to pull herself up and scramble off his knee. Andrew gripped her around the waist and held her firmly in place.
‘We are not finished here Lisha, keep still or I shall take my slipper to you after the hairbrush!’ He had really gotten into his stride now and was thoroughly enjoying having his harping wife in this position! She lay as still as she could and began to plead quietly.
‘I’m sorry Andrew, I promise not to moan at you anymore, please stop spanking me, it hurts!’ Her voice had turned into a whine at the end and he laughed at her weak attempt at contrition.
Oh Lisha, spankings are supposed to hurt, otherwise it wouldn’t be a punishment would it! Now do be quiet please.’ He ordered as he began to lightly pat her bottom and stroke her cheeks, and she moaned and writhed on his lap. His fingers slid down, along the surface of her pussy. He was surprised at how wet she was, ‘Oh you naughty girl, you are very wet, I think you might be enjoying this far too much!’
His fingers slid inside her with no trouble at all and she whimpered and pushed her bottom up to give him better access, he grunted as he began to slide them in and out of her tight pussy until she was grinding her hips on his lap. He stopped when he felt her clench her muscles tightly around his fingers and he withdrew them and picked up the hairbrush again. He brought home another volley of spanks that had her howling and crying in earnest.
He stopped abruptly as he realised he had left her thighs alone. That wouldn’t do. ‘I missed your thighs, careless of me.’ He said distractedly. He put down the brush and rubbed his hands along the sit spot of her cheeks and thighs and then he let loose with a dozen hard hand spanks to each thigh. She groaned and squealed and began to buck over his knee as her pussy leaked her glistening juices down her red thighs.
He stood her up and turned her over the end of the bed.
‘Open your legs wide.’ He commanded. She did as she was told and presented her soaking wet pussy to him. He unzipped his trousers and allowed them to drop around his ankles as his cock sprang free and nudged her hot wet opening. He slid his cock in and began fucking her hard and fast. She moaned and wailed underneath him, her pussy walls gripping his thick rod as tight as she could. He grunted and groaned loudly as he came in a rush and filled her sopping hole with his cream.
He withdrew and wandered into the bathroom to get a washcloth to wipe her. He was shaking with excitement, he had never felt so turned on in years! She had certainly never been that wet or ready for him before! He walked back in to the bedroom to find her thrusting on her own fingers and rubbing her clit furiously. He brought his hand down hard on each cheek as he spanked her over and over again, ‘Come on Lisha, work those fingers harder. I want to see your juices flow out of your pussy.’ She grunted as she increased the number of fingers to four and fucked herself hard and fast in time to his hard, fast spanking rhythm. Suddenly she clenched every muscle as her orgasm flowed over her and she groaned deeply and bucked her hips hard into the bed, humping it and shuddering as her juices flowed from her pussy and down her reddened thighs.
Andrew couldn’t help himself, he was rock hard again, he stepped up behind her and parting her cheeks he displayed her rosebud ass hole to his view. He slid a finger inside her pussy and coated it in her juices, he rammed his cock into her pussy again as he pushed his finger inside her ass and heard her squeal as she pushed back onto him. ‘Oh Fuck, please Andrew, fuck me hard this time. Make me cum hard , fuck my ass …. pleeeease!’
Andrew went at her like a jack rabbit and fucked her pussy as he rammed three fingers into her arse. She bucked and moaned and swore at him as he rode her, she clenched everything all at once and came hard around his thick cock, gripping it so tightly he could hardly move it inside her. She gripped his fingers with her arse and humped and thrust back screaming in ecstasy, He rode her home with a huge thrust as he shot his load deep inside her gorgeous pussy. He collapsed along her back as he trembled from head to foot with the exertion.
She giggled underneath him and turned her head to catch his mouth in a kiss.
‘Wow Andrew, I think I might be naughty a lot more from now on…’
© Gemma Strong 2020