Tom – Day 7 of 7 (Part 1)

Another Huge Day!

All my posts about Tom make it sound like he is the perfect man. He never gets it wrong does he? How he reads me, understands me, calm, controlled, precise, fair, his quiet dominance. And then there is the spanking, and the absolute mind blowing sex that just goes on forever! Sounds perfect right?

Tom can be an asshole too. Just making sure you all know that up front. I don’t often post the arguments between us as part of this series, they aren’t integral to the unfolding story, but this one was, and it is relevant to our journey. This one gave me the other side of Tom, it showed he had insecurities just like everyone else. He wasn’t perfect.

I’m a very early riser regardless of how much or how little sleep I’ve had. I’m conditioned to it. So, as is my norm most mornings, I can be found on the sofa at the end of the bed and I am content to drink my coffee, write my journal up and watch him as he sleeps. This morning without warning he sat up and rubbed his hands over his face angrily. I could feel his tension, it was in every line of his body.

I ignored the tension, ‘Morning baby’.

‘The sofa again Gem?’ He sounded narked. It’s a new one on me. I’ve not had this from him before. My scalp prickled a warning at me and I began to tread cautiously.

‘What about the sofa again?’ I ask confused.

‘You’re on that damned sofa every morning.’ He snapped as he swung his legs out of bed, and headed straight for the bathroom.

He normally kissed me good morning before he did anything else. He usually said good morning too, so the sound of the shower running gave me a small start. I put down my journal and sipped my coffee, waiting. My gut churned and I could feel anxiety building.

10 minutes later he came out of the bathroom naked, walked over to his closet and pulled on a pair of jeans. Something was going on! He came over to me and crouched down in front of me. I got a good look in his eyes. He was furious and I mean tight lipped furious!

‘What’s going on?’ I asked quietly. My heart was hammering in my chest.

I could see him struggling with his temper. I pulled my knees up against my chest and curled into a ball as I waited.

He studied my face for a moment before he spoke quietly. ‘We’ve been living together for three months now and just once in all that time I’ve woken to find you lying next to me. It’s driving me fucking insane!’ His voice was controlled and quiet but I could hear the anger in every word.

I attempted to placate him. ‘I’m awake really early Tom, too early to disturb you. So I sit here, write my journal, drink my coffee and wait for you. It’s not like I’m downstairs or something, I’m here at the end of the bed!’

He didn’t want my explanation, he wasn’t done yet. ‘You don’t get it do you? I want to wake up with you Gemma, I want to feel you beside me, curled into me, I want to roll over and take you before I even open my eyes. But I can’t do that, because you are never there. You are putting distance between us lady, and it will grow.’

Damn his words stung me! My own temper flared but I tried one more time to defuse the tension.

‘I’m not putting distance between us, I’m trying to be respectful of the fact that I am awake 3 hours earlier than you and it’s not fair to disturb you! How is that putting distance between us?’ I was not going to be made to feel like I was pushing him away!

He wasn’t having any of it. ‘You know what time I wake up, why can’t you ever come back to bed and just be there?’ His tone was cold and sharp and I recoiled from it.

I leaned into my knees and hugged them. I tried again, ‘Why are we arguing about this Tom? All you have to do is tell me what you want and I will happily give it to you. I didn’t know it was a problem until a few minutes ago!’

‘Come on Gemma, it’s not something I should have to ask for!’ He snapped. ‘And we are arguing because this morning sofa thing once again hides the bigger issue. I lie there every fucking morning, watching you disappear behind that damned steel trap and lock yourself away from me. I wake at 7 and watch you, you’re completely locked into your own thoughts, I’ve seen you crying, I’ve seen you go pale as a ghost, I’ve seen you get angry, I’ve seen you look unutterably sad. But as soon as I move your expression goes blank and you paste a fucking smile on your face and bang, that’s it, I’m shut out before I ever get the chance to know what’s going on and that burns me, every single day!’ He stood up and turned away from me before he carried on with his diatribe.

‘I want that sofa out of the bedroom. Today!’ He demanded. ‘You lady are going to try this my way for once.’

Tom had laid down the fucking law! I don’t think so.

‘No.’ I felt shredded and exposed and I was suddenly furious.

He spun on his heel and turned to look at me. His face was white with temper. ‘No?’

I sized up to him. ‘No! I will not take the sofa out of the room. I want it here. I like it here.’

‘You’re making this about the fucking sofa?’ He was incredulous.

I was angry as hell now. ‘No! I’m just making sure you know I have a bloody say in what happens here too! I haven’t done anything wrong Tom. I have sat and thought thoughts, I have sat and felt emotions and worked through them in the small hours of the morning. I don’t dump that shit on your head because there is no point. It’s the past. It’s a bastard, it crops up and blindsides me, it doesn’t need dissecting, it can’t be laid to rest, it happened, I lived it, I can’t change that and I deal with it. When you wake I put it away because it doesn’t belong here!’ I was shouting now, and the tears were coming.

He rounded on me but he kept his voice low and even. ‘From me. you put it away from me. You shut me out. You hide your pain from me, why? You never hid it from Stuart. He knows the whole damn story doesn’t he! Did he wake to find you next to him Gemma?’

And there we had it. He was jealous of Stuart. Fucking hell!

Men can be complete assholes when they think another man knows more than they do about their woman!

I was pole axed. I hadn’t seen this coming. I stood and retrieved my dressing gown from the end of the bed and pulled it on. Instead of going back to the sofa I climbed into the middle of the bed and pulled my knees up to my chest and turned myself into a small ball. He stood and watched me for the longest time before he spoke again. ‘We have to talk this out Gemma, it’s hurting what we have.’

It was my turn now. I threw him a look of disgust and I shook my head. ‘We have to talk this out? We? You’ve already made your mind up I am at fault here. The truth is Tom, you’re jealous of Stuart’s prior knowledge. You want what he had, why the fuck you would want that I have no idea! But let me just say this one last time. I do not want to trot my past out, I do not want to look at it all again, I do not want to open the steel trap and let it all out. Why should I? It’s my past and I own it. I refuse to lay it bare for anyone!’

He had put distance between us by taking himself across the other side of the room. He stood by the window and leaned against the wall. ‘You did for Stuart, you gave it to him.’ His voice was ice cold.

I saw red and launched myself off the bed and across the room. ‘I have known him 25 years! He was there throughout all the shit with my ex husband. He knew him. They were friends for a time until Stuart realised just how big an asshole my husband actually was!’ I was ranting at him and I hated myself for being this angry. I stepped back and took a deep breath to calm down before I continued.

‘Just so we’re clear here Tom, I never told Stuart a damn thing. I’ve never told anyone a damn thing! Don told him his version, spewed it all out every time he saw him. Stuart thinks he knows everything, he knows a fucking gas lighter’s version of my life and I promise you I will not have come out of that version well. What Stuart thinks he knows is utter bollocks. Don wouldn’t know how to tell the truth if his life had depended on it. He gas lighted everyone around us. And as far as Stuart waking up with me goes? He never fucking slept a full night in my bed. He slept in the spare room the one time he did stay!’

My anger suddenly abandoned me and I dropped down onto the end of the bed and hugged myself. I hurt. Deep inside, I felt ripped and raw and jagged. I took a deep breath and raised my eyes to his. He held my gaze.

‘Do me a favour Tom, deal with your jealousy first before you throw accusations at me. I’ve done nothing to deserve this from you. As far as waking up with me goes, I hear you, I understand what you’re asking for and I will do that for you because I want to. I had no idea it bothered you so much, but be clear on this, I will not spew out my life for you to appease your fucking jealousy over a man who after his childish behaviour last night, means a whole lot less to me this morning than he did before.’

‘Your making this my fault Gemma? You think I’m jealous of him?’ His voice was so cold! I was suddenly exhausted and I let out a deep sigh. Time to turn the tables.

‘You are. It’s written all over your face. Why didn’t you tell me you met him earlier in the day yesterday? What the hell did you two talk about that’s brought all this shit out this morning?’ I walked over to my closet and began to dress. I had my back to him and I kept it that way.

His voice came from directly behind me and I jumped at the sudden proximity. ‘Don’t turn away from me Gemma.’ he said quietly. ‘I didn’t tell you because you were already in a state over going to the party and facing him for the first time since he left. I didn’t tell you because you didn’t need to know. It would have served no purpose other than to upset you.’ He placed his hands on my shoulders and turned me to face him.

I railed against that. ‘So, it’s okay for you to lock things away behind your own steel trap, but I’m supposed to be an open fucking book? How does that work Tom? You get to decide what’s best for us both? You’re no fucking better than Don and Stuart if that’s how this works!’

And just like that he got it. I saw the realisation hit him. He stepped away from me and gave me space. He dropped down onto the sofa looking shell shocked. When his words finally came his tone was remorseful. ‘You’re right, I’m sorry. I never realised I was doing that to you.’ He said quietly. ‘I just felt it keenly yesterday when he was blatantly more knowledgeable than I about you. I didn’t recognise it for what it was. I won’t let it happen again Gem. I truly am sorry.’

I went to him then, I crawled into his lap and I hugged him to me, the tears were flowing freely now, I couldn’t stop them if I tried. ‘It’s hard living here Tom, I warned you from the start that I am not easy to live with. I fixed myself, I butchered most of it in the fixing but I got here still sane and still relatively normal. I am not unpicking it now. I make no apologies for that, I will apologise for making you feel like I was putting distance between us. I wouldn’t do that. I crave you near me always. You will wake up next to me every morning from now on, I promise.’

He blew out a long sigh. ‘Thank you.’

‘But the sofa stays.’ I muttered grinning at him, he burst out laughing and just like that we were okay again.

But as a foot note, He isn’t perfect, He had behaved like an asshole. He just caught himself quicker than I am used to. That was his saving grace. he knew how to say he was sorry. It was easy to forgive him.

Tom – Day 6 of 7 (Part 4)

As parties go for me, Gray’s could be classed as a huge success. I hadn’t gotten into much trouble, made a fool of myself, or caused an argument (much). Go me! I had got a bruised bottom however, courtesy of Gray’s rash announcement to the room that I could take a caning from him better than any of his exes! After that little pearl of information came out, my bottom received so much attention from the Caning and Spanking community present, I spent more time yelping than I did talking. My poor bottom was swatted, squeezed, and slapped every time I moved!

Not quite the same but close enough. Oh and my curves are much fuller! Just sayin…

My main problem was that my dress had turned me into a moving target! Some commented that the ‘red under the dress’ attire made them feel a need to stroke my bottom! I was beginning to feel like a bloody Therapy Dog! Come stroke my ass and feel wonderful instantly!
It kept Tom highly amused for the better part of the evening! Especially as he was receiving one request after another to loan me out for a spanking/caning session! Thankfully, he gracefully declined all offers!

I took it all in good part for the main, but one woman really did push her luck a little too far and walloped me hard on both cheeks! I spun around and snarled at her and Graham quickly stepped in to guide her off into a different room where her particular brand of needs could be met more ably! Don’t ask, there was so much going on at this party it was very much an anything goes kind of gig. Like I said, a room for every kind of people with a special room for Gloria and her crew! But that is most definitely another story! Out of all of the women there, I think I liked Gloria’s approach best! At least she was tongue in cheek about it!

Tom had his own problems too, and because he had found my situation so hilarious I was less inclined to want to rescue him. If I left his side someone would instantly take my place. So I purposely left his side frequently and would then stand back and watch the parade! When I say someone, I mean, men and women alike. He was like a giant honey pot and they were all fluffy tailing him, buzzing around him, draping themselves over him. He stunk of a mixture of women’s perfume and a variety of men’s cologne. Not a pleasant mix for my nose but hey, he had it coming!

Things finally came to a head when a very drunk but lovely gay man called Colin decided that Tom was in the closet and he was going to out him by showing him the pleasures he was denying himself. He draped himself over Tom and began groping his crotch. Oh Boy! Both Todd and myself had to step in quickly on that one. Tom had yanked Colin up in the air by the scruff of his neck and looked ready to murder him! It did nothing to cool Colin’s ardour! ‘Magnificent!’ Colin kept giggling excitedly! I stepped in and calmly talked Tom down from his murderous intentions, he eventually dropped Colin who landed in a heap at my feet. Todd quickly led him away to pour a large amount of coffee down his neck and sober him up some!

Todd and I declared we had life saving abilities after that one! Tom was not amused.

Tom declared he was making himself off limits for the rest of the evening and evicted a young man from a large leather armchair and took it for himself. He pulled me down into his lap and there I stayed for pretty much the rest of the night which passed without event as we sat and listened to Gray entertain everyone with his stories.

So, now I’m sitting at my dressing table removing my make up and Tom is behind me distracting me with his big hands. He leaned in to kiss my neck and my nose was assaulted with the pungent mix of cologne and perfume! I recoiled and he was instantly alert.

‘What was that?’ He said quietly.

I grinned at him, ‘you smell like a well used hand bag! You stink of perfume and cologne!’

‘Just proves you should have come and rescued me more often.’ He laughed at my crinkle nosed expression. ‘I’ll go shower baby. Keep the dress on until I get back, and the lipstick. I have a task for you that requires both.’

I raised an eyebrow but didn’t think to question his instructions.

10 minutes later he appeared before me, freshly showered with a towel wrapped around his hips. I had taken up residence on the sofa by now and oh my, he was a sight to see. All glistening damp muscles, and predatory intent in every move.

I leaned forward and tugged at his towel letting it fall from my fingers to reveal his magnificent cock, fully aroused and glistening with precum at its tip. I glanced up at his face with hunger in my eyes.

His new rule since the maintenance spanking was that I had to ask for permission from him before I could touch his cock or taste his precum. I had absolutely no problem at all with that and I framed my words carefully, ‘please can I taste you baby?’

He smiled just that one request made me instantly submissive to him, his mood became dark and intense, ‘I have a task for you to complete. Kneel on the floor.’ I dropped a cushion on the wood floor and knelt in front of him, ‘Take all of my cock down to the base and if you leave a lipstick ring at the base I’ll give you multiple orgasms tonight. You have a maximum of three attempts to do it. If you don’t, you’ll remain dressed until you achieve it and you will get a good hard spanking for failing and no orgasms. I won’t be helping you in any way. Do you understand Gem?’

I nodded my head and said quietly, ‘I understand.’ I raised my hand and wrapped my fingers around his engorged cock. Firmly fixed in my mind was the thought that as I work his cock with my tongue, my mouth, my teeth, he gets bigger. I couldn’t afford to do that. I would never take him all the way in! His girth is huge. My hand won’t close around him. I need two hands. He’s a good 10″ in length. I have never been able to take all of him completely. I was going to have to rely on my gag reflex behaving perfectly if I was going to pull this off.

I slid my mouth over the tip and tasted his precum on my tongue, and I realised I would have my own kind of payment for this as I went along. I slid my mouth back again but did not release him. If I did, that would count as one attempt. My usual worship of his cock would include a lot of head play. It drove him wild and would make him thrust his cock deep into my mouth. He wasn’t doing that this time, I had no help. I didn’t care, I adore his cock, I adore the way he stretches my mouth to its limit, filling me with his salty taste. Feeling the pulsing veins around his shaft rough against my tongue. I would have to forgo my sensation play to achieve the goal but I would have what I wanted later, I would make sure of it. I slid my mouth along his shaft, withdrawing then plunging him deeper each time I drew him in, until he was right to the back of my throat and I could feel my gag reflex kicking in.

I breathed slowly and steadily as I waited for it to pass and then I slid him further down until I felt my lips touch the flat skin of his groin. I pushed once more to make the contact complete and I pressed my painted lips against his skin and left a perfect ‘O’ of lipstick there. I withdrew all the way to the tip and began to work him properly. He hadn’t told me I couldn’t and damn it I was taking my prize. I worked his cock hard, I sucked his tip until precum flowed like a river from it, I lapped and sucked until he gripped my hair and began to rock his hips thrusting himself into my mouth, holding my head still as he took his pleasure and rode the wave to a huge climax. He growled deeply as he shot his creamy load down the back of my throat and pulsed and throbbed and thrusted until he was done. He let go of my hair and I withdrew from him. I raised my eyes to his waiting for his approval. He grinned a really dark grin at me that had me so wet instantly I thought I might actually cum.

He turned away from me and inspected my lip work around the base of his cock in the mirror. It was a perfect cherry red O. Damn I’m good!

He thought so too. The admiration in his tone was enough for me. He turned to face me again and held my chin between his fingers and lifted my gaze to his. Lust, pure unadulterated lust shone from his eyes. ‘Well done baby, I thought it may take two attempts at least. I expect you to do it every time. Stand up for me and turn around.’
I did as he asked, he stepped up behind me, wrapping me in his own musky scent that was pure Tom and my senses went into overload. His fingers stroked my lips and smeared my lipstick from my mouth and down to my chin. He unzipped my dress and allowed it to slide down my body until it pooled at my feet. I stepped out of it and he scooped it up and threw it on the sofa.

‘Turn around baby,’ he murmured huskily, I turned in his arms and he lifted me and threw me gently onto the bed. His fingers slid and played and tweaked my skin everywhere. He smoothed his hands over the silky material of my lingerie dipping and sliding his fingers beneath the fabric, and he played with me for hours. Eventually I took his length inside me and I disappeared into a fog of sensations I thought I may never come out of.

Finally, exhausted, impaled on his cock, cradled in his arms his heart beating a tattoo against my cheek I slept the sleep of the truly satisfied on his chest.


As an aside to this post, before I finally fell asleep I asked Tom why I had been made to keep the dress on for the task, and his response was this.

‘I have been wanting to see you on your knees in that dress with my cock down your throat and your cherry red lips pressed against my skin from the moment I saw it in the window of the shop. The dress was integral to the image. The lipstick is a fantasy I have harboured for a very long time and you are the only woman I’ve ever known who I wanted to carry out that fantasy for me.

All evening I have watched as one after the other of Gray’s friends has tried to touch you, tried to tempt you away for a spanking, one guy even offered to pay £5k for me to let him cane you. 3 guys wanted to fuck you in every hole and would have paid big money so they could. 5 women offered their bodies to both of us for a threesome. Gloria said she would have spanked you until the moon fell out of the sky and Graham said you in that dress had given him a semi hard on. It’s the most turned on by a woman he’s ever gotten. Even Todd who is the campest guy I’ve ever met said that you in that dress should carry a government health warning. Stuart couldn’t keep his mouth shut about it or his eyes off you all night.

Out of all those sexed up people, the only man you had eyes for was me. You wore what I wanted you to wear, you looked the way I wanted you to look and you behaved the way I wanted you to behave. And all because I told you that was what I wanted.

Does that answer your question baby?’

I was staring at him wide eyed and all I could do was nod. A minute later I was fast asleep.

Tom – Day 6 of 7 (part 3)

Graham’s 50th Celebrations! Party #1. (cont)

The party was in full swing, I had had two glasses of red, and I was relaxed! Who knew I could do that? Go me! Yeah, yeah, I know two very large glasses of red wine will do that for you. I didn’t care, the adrenalin rush I had every time someone new arrived was enough to scare the effects of the alcohol away! I was stone cold sober AND I was relaxed. I hate parties!

Anyway, a noisy debate between 4 of Graham’s exes was currently occupying everyone’s attention in the room . The subject was who had taken the harshest/longest caning from Graham in one session. They were batting numbers back and forth and I was laughing at them trying to out do each other. Tom and Todd (Gray’s partner) were grimacing at the numbers they were throwing around like gold medals! Graham chose that moment to come in from mingling in the other room, he leaned down and kissed Todd briefly before he sat down and joined in with the debate.

‘You’re all wrong you know.’ He said as they tried to one up each other. They fell silent and I chuckled, I knew that tone of voice, it could strike fear in the heart of the fearless, even Tom broke off from his conversation with Todd to listen.

Jason jumped up and waded in bravely, ‘No I’m not Gray! I took 24 full strength no holds barred strokes in one session from you and a paddle spanking that lasted for 15 minutes! I could barely sit down for two weeks! Everyone else is max 20!’ Jason is a pouter, and he pouted beautifully as he stood there, hip cocked, arms folded and lips pouting. In someone’s world, that look may have got him away with murder, in Graham’s world, it was more likely to earn him a swift caning! Everyone held there breath waiting to see what Graham would do next.

He laughed out loud at Jason’s posturing and then quite suddenly turned it off and said sternly, ‘Sit down Jason, you have no claim. None of you do. There is one person in this room that outranks all of you, and let me tell you, I spanked and caned her on two consecutive nights, full force, no holds barred. And just so we are clear, she took 24 strokes the first night and 30 the second night plus a strapping and a 45 minute spanking with a number of different implements!’

See me? I’m sitting there innocently scanning the bloody room for this awe inspiring woman with a no limits pain threshold! I was having flashbacks to the many canings and spankings I had taken from Graham over the past few years and my bottom was tingling with remembered pain!

Everyone was looking around for her! Tom burst out laughing as he caught Gray’s eye!

‘What’s tickled you?’ I said surprised.

‘Oh Gem you are priceless baby! He’s talking about you and you’re sitting here looking for the woman he’s talking about!’

‘Me?’ I squeaked! yeah it’s a thing, I squeak sometimes. I don’t know what that’s about, but it’s the only way to describe how I sound. And then I remembered! (See : An explanation (of sorts) and a shock! and Two Alpha Males, One Spanking Machine and One Very Sore Bottom.)

Graham was laughing now too. He came over and pulled me up to my feet and presented me like a prize fighter at a heavy weight boxing championship fight! ‘I present the winner of the Highest pain threshold in Graham’s stable! Gemma, darling, take a bow.’

I was crimson with embarrasment as I looked around at the four men staring at me in open mouthed shock.

I mumbled something and then immediately sat down so close to Tom I looked like I was trying to climb inside him. His big arm came around me and hugged me to him.

‘Not doing well under the microscope baby?’ He muttered, as he hugged me.

‘I’m just bloody embarrassed is all.’ I said a little sulkily. Tom twisted a little so he could see me properly, ‘Look at me’ he said quietly.

I raised my eyes to his. ‘do not go into a sulk lady, or we will be having a chat with you over my knee in the other room.’ His voice was stern enough that I snapped out of my sulk and smiled at him. ‘Sorry baby.’ Yeah, I know, submissive aren’t I? Ha! I just know when to quit sometimes is all!

Jason and the others changed the conversation to other things and the room resumed its general babble. I relaxed again. It was a good party, there was a room for every different kind of person to be in and have a good time. Those who wanted to be raucous were encouraged to go out on the deck and party wildly out there with the music cranked up high. The rest of us had the run of the house, there were at least 150 people there so there was plenty going on. A large group of people joined us in the main lounge and suddenly I was being squashed between Tom and a very large lady who had taken up two cushions on the sofa!

Within minutes she was patting her hand on my thigh and stroking my leg. I stared at her meaty paw as she stroked my thigh. ‘I saw you earlier when you arrived with the beefcake. You look gorgeous darling, that dress hugs your bottom beautifully! Just ripe for a firm spanking!’

Oh fuck!! Not a chance in hell!

I tugged Tom’s arm, ‘I want to sit on your lap baby,’ I whispered, I’m getting crushed and propositioned!’ He looked down at me laughing at my wide eyed scared bunny stare.

‘You want Gem?’ He said with a raised eyebrow. I caught his meaning and swallowed my pride, ‘I mean please may I?’ I stammered out hurriedly, the woman’s paw was now groping my behind and squeezing my right cheek hard! He smirked a little at my immediate capitulation and he nodded. I hastily stood and he parted his long legs, I chose the leg furthest away from the meaty pawed lady with the lewd suggestions and groping hands!

I sat down with my legs dangling between his and my hip and thigh resting along his groin. I was far enough away from her now and was happy! She less so but she smiled at me and winked, ‘I don’t mind a threesome gorgeous, he looks like he can handle himself too.’
My face must have been an absolute picture because Tom burst out laughing as he turned to her and said, ‘Come on Gloria, behave yourself, you’re frightening my lady!’ She grinned at him, leaned across and planted a big smacker of a kiss on his mouth and then got up and did the same to me!

‘It’s the red under the dress gorgeous! It’s like a written invitation to do naughty things with you and lord knows I would be happy to do Tom too, anytime he wanted!’ With that she walked away laughing, hopefully onto her next unwitting victim!
‘That was all your fault you know!’ I said as I poked him lightly in the chest. He raised that infernal eyebrow at me again ‘How’s that?’ he said.

‘You told me to wear the red under the dress! You knew this would happen!’ I feigned a pout.

He grinned unrepentantly as his fingers brushed the side of my breast in slow strokes. ‘Got you on my knee though didn’t it?’

I laughed and wriggled a little on his lap, pussy was definitely awake now and Tom growled as he buried his face against the side of my neck nipping the sensitive skin there. ‘Keep still woman!’ He muttered as he wrapped his big arms around me. I smiled a wicked little smile that made his voice turn husky.

You’ll pay for it later baby, I promise.’ His eyes were predatory again and I revelled in his hot stare. His gloriously hard cock was now throbbing beneath my butt cheek and pussy was singing along to the beat. Things were definitely looking up!

And then Stuart came in. I froze like a rabbit caught in the headlights! I had convinced myself he wasn’t coming. It was after 9pm, I figured he would come tomorrow night with his wife instead.

He stood in the doorway and cast a lazy glance around the room until his eyes rested on me.

‘Gemma!’ He boomed across the room. Tom’s head snapped up from my neck and I could feel every muscle in his body tense.

‘It’s just Stuart’ I said, much more calmly than I felt.

‘I know, I met him earlier this afternoon.’ He said tightly. He didn’t miss my look of surprise. I had no idea they had met each other, which led me to wonder what the hell had been said that had obviously resulted in keeping Stuart away from me for the past 2 plus hours!

Stuart strode over to us and pulled me from Tom’s lap into a giant bear hug. ‘How are you darling?’ He asked pulling away a little to look at me. ‘You look good enough to eat in this dress! Very daring style for you!’

I extracted myself from his hold and sat back down on Tom’s knee. I ignored his comment about the dress and answered with a very polite, ‘I’m good, how are you?’ My insides were doing somersaults and I could feel myself trembling. Tom sat up straighter and loosely wrapped his body around me protectively,

Stuart’s eyes narrowed at Tom’s possession of me but he kept it surface. ‘I’m great darling, are you here tomorrow night too? I’ll be bringing my wife with me to that party. You’ll love her! She reminds me a lot of you except she’s probably better behaved.’ He said laughing at his own snide remark. He thought he’d scored a hit. I could see it in his face, he thought he could upset me. Callous bastard was in for a shock!

I smiled a huge relaxed smile and said, ‘I’m so happy I finally get to meet her! I confess I did wonder why there was no invite to the wedding after 25 years of friendship, but hey I understand, you obviously took the easy road out! I believe you’ve met my partner, Tom?’ I looked between the two men and continued smiling.

Fuck you Stuart! I thought. and I wondered when he had gotten that mean streak. Tom sat back and pulled me with him so I was almost laying on his big chest. My trembling stopped and I suddenly realised I didn’t have anything to worry about. I leaned in and kissed Tom full on the lips and he responded beautifully. By the time we had broken the kiss Stuart had left the room.

The rest of the evening went by in a blur of laughter and recounting of spanking stories, as one by one each of Graham’s exes gathered around Tom and myself to ask about that spanking and caning session. Graham happily filled in the missing details from my account and then held court as he regaled us all with his many spanking and caning stories. He stopped short of talking about Tom’s brief but painful experience with him. I think we were both relieved about that.

By 1am I was dropping asleep on Tom’s chest and he rumbled something to Gray about taking me home. I barely remember getting back to my house but I do remember, in glorious detail, what happened once we closed our own front door.

But, that’s for part 4.

Tom – Day 6 of 7 (part 2)

Graham’s 50th Celebrations. Part 1.

Tom has just informed me he has selected the outfit he wants me to wear this evening. With the exception of spanking attire being chosen by Graham I have never had a man choose my wardrobe. I don’t know how I feel about it, but Tom has asked me to trust him and I do so I will wear what he’s chosen.

I sat at my dressing table naked, I had just finished drying my hair and applying a thin layer of make up when Tom stepped up behind me his image filling the mirror, looking absolutely drop dead gorgeous in a pristine white silk shirt open at the neck and black slacks. A slim black leather belt snaked around his hips to complete the look. Jesus, I was gonna be fighting gay men and horny women off with a big stick all bloody night! He looked darkly handsome and broody as all get out! HOT!!!

‘Don’t put your lipstick on yet I’m only gonna smear it.’ He murmured against my neck. his masculine scent wrapped itself around me and I groaned as it assailed my senses filling me up with his essence. His hands slid under my arms to cup my breasts. His fingers tweaked and rolled my hard nipples shooting sharp sensations straight to my pulsing clit. Pussy began her siren’s song and I wriggled on the seat to try and quiet her.

‘We don’t have time Tom, we have to be there in just over an hour!’ My words came out breathy and hungry, even I didn’t believe me!

He laughed a deep chuckle that filled me full of need as his fingers continued to travel over my skin and down towards my needy pussy. I leaned back against him, giving him access to my thrumming clit.

He didn’t take the offer. Damn him. Instead his fingers skimmed over pussy’s lips and stroked them, it did nothing to sooth her. I pulled his hand away, ‘You’re a bad man! Stop teasing!’

He laughed and pulled my head back gently so I could see his face, his predatory intent was clear in his eyes. ‘Turn around Gem, I want your mouth.’

I spun around on the seat and he slid his zip down and released his engorged, gorgeous cock into my hungry warm wet mouth. I raised my eyes to see his face and a jolt of excitement ran through me at the hunger I saw there. He held my head fast as he used my mouth for his pleasure. I sucked hard on the throbbing tip as he withdrew his full length, he groaned and filled my mouth with all of him again, pumping faster and harder as I sucked and licked and wrapped my tongue around his veined shaft.

I slid my fingers inside his pants and up to his sack and cradled and rolled his balls, massaging them, as he thrust harder and faster, his thigh muscles tensed, his expression dark and intense, he was utterly focused on his goal, all I had to do was work my fingers along that thick pulsing vein to his tight sphincter and dip inside deep. He growled, gripping my hair tightly, thrusting his cock down my throat, I slid my finger further into his passage and rubbed over his gland and he groaned deeply as he filled my mouth with his seed, shooting it down my throat, almost choking me as I swallowed as much as I could before he withdrew and spilled his final full spurt onto my breasts.

Still holding my hair tightly, he crouched down in front of me, his eyes boring a message into mine, his hand smoothing his cream into my skin. ‘You will wear me on your skin tonight baby. No perfume, just me.’ I ran my fingers over my breasts, I could feel the sticky texture the now dried sperm had left as a coating. I smiled.

He smoothed his finger across my lips and wiped up his juices. ‘You will smell of me, taste of me, and dress for me tonight, I am going to be inside you, on you and all around you baby. Nothing else matters, okay?’

Wide eyed and hungry for him, I sucked his finger into my mouth and nodded.

‘Good girl, now get dressed, we’re going to be fashionably late.’ He smiled as he bent down and kissed my swollen lips. I sighed against his mouth.

‘Can we stay here instead?’ I whispered.

He grinned and withdrew himself from my stroking fingers. ‘No. Now come on, shake it baby, we need to leave in 30 minutes.’

I laughed as I repaired my make up and applied the finishing touches. I stood and walked to my closet where he had hung two very different dresses up for me that I had never seen before. He was laying on the bed watching me carefully.

The first dress was a black affair. Copious amounts of skin would be on show beneath the black lace and the material hugged every curve and line of my body like a second skin. The second dress was cherry red but was more sedate and covered my curves while revealing enough of my breasts as to be attention grabbing.

I turned to him and he pointed to the first dress. That’s for tonight the other is for tomorrow. He had laid out lingerie on the bed, and he had alternated the colours. A pair of high gloss black stilettoes sat on the floor next to the bed. He had thought of everything.

He jumped from the bed and kissed me, ‘ put the the red lingerie on, I want to see it so don’t cover up until I get back.’ With that he disappeared down stairs. I had just fastened the last of the suspenders to my stockings and slid the shoes on when he came back in with his phone.

‘Sit on the bed with your knees pulled up and spread wide for me.’ His voice was tight with lust, his eyes were heavy with hunger and my body responded instantly. Pussy was soaking my red lace panties and a damp patch darkened them. I sat on the bed and positioned myself the way he had asked. I rested my arms on my spread knees and looked at him. He took a number of photographs, then satisfied he had what he wanted he took the dress from the closet door and held it out for me to step into. He arranged the dress over my skin and smoothed it in place. Finally I was ready. I took a step back and turned to see myself in the mirror.

I was shocked at the transformation. I had never worn anything like this in my entire life and I had no idea I could look like this. The hunger in my eyes was clearly evident, my full lightly bruised lips looked used, I looked at his face in the mirror, if we had not been seriously strapped for time, and his look was anything to go by, this dress would have been off again in an instant.

I turned and kissed him and leaned down to pick up my purse. He spanked me hard on each cheek once before I straightened up yelping at the sting.

‘Remember Gem, you are inside me tonight, no one can undermine you. No one can get near you. I’ve got you and I’m not letting go.’ He kissed me briefly and ushered me out of the bedroom and down the stairs.

It was time to go…

Tom – Day 6 of 7 (Part 1 )

This new dynamic has forced me to look at who I am and how I can be what Tom needs. A fighting submissive? I don’t know, we are still working out the details.

Since he came into my life, mentally and emotionally, I am stronger than I have been in a long time. I find I am eager to give myself up to his desires and go where he leads and give what he wants. I am more content to follow and not lead but not quite always.

The single thing that has changed the most is that my sticking plasters holding me together are tougher these days. I don’t bleed fear so easily now. I trust Tom. This is a huge breakthrough for me.

I am still broken, I will not talk about my emotions, the depth of them, the feel of them, the shape of them. I will not open up the steel trap and release demons to be slayed by him. They are my demons, I earned them. I decide when they leave. They were 40 + years in the making. 3 months of happy will not slay them.

There is an even deeper fissure inside me filled with pain and anger and damaging memories that cannot be held together with any amount of sticking plasters, bandages or even the mighty steel trap! That well of raw emotion is what drives me to test Tom on a daily, sometimes minute by minute basis. I push him so hard so fast and without reason, I fear one day he will bow to the inevitable and leave. He says not, I believe him today. Today is a bad demon day, today has stirred some fears and anxieties in me I have not faced before.

Tonight is the first of two parties. Graham’s 50th Celebration has been divided into two parts, the first one is for those friends who he openly and happily shares his passions with, people he has disciplined, lovers, like minded friends who know about the other side of his life. A party so that we can all relax knowing we are not going to shock the hell out of some distant aged Aunt because we mention canes, or whips, or paddles etc. The other party tomorrow night has been dubbed his Vanilla 50th for family, friends and acquaintances.

So, there in lies my demons. We will be attending both nights, as will Stuart. This evening will be the first time my past will collide with my present and two of my lovers will meet. For most people this would just be an uncomfortable moment and then it would pass. For me, it’s all tangled up with Stuart’s longevity as a friend of 25 years, before he became anything more and his association with my ex-husband. His depth of knowledge of me and my past. Those are the memories that are running through my head, they are excruciatingly painful to revisit. Events, parties, gatherings were always a source of terror for me. I never knew what my ex-husband would say or do once he had a drink on him, but it would usually involve him humiliating me, or berating me, or he would flare up in a raging temper and drag me away stating I had embarrassed him and myself with my stupid chatter in front of friends, family and work colleagues, and then the row would start again once we got home, and would go on and on and on until I wanted to die.

Stuart had been a stalwart friend and supporter of me throughout that horrible time and that is where my feelings of affection for him are rooted. Without him, I’m not sure I would be sane now.

After the maelstrom of emotions yesterday, I’m not sure I am ready to stand between these two giant pillars, so ably represented by Tom and Stuart. I believe June will be present as well, I will deal with that when it happens, that holds no fear for me.

I have examined how I feel when Stuart’s name is mentioned, I feel nothing. Not even a slight pang for what might have been. We were not right for each other, he wanted to control all of me, he wanted to change me in a way that was too similar to my ex-husband’s control of me. He wanted to break the mould and remodel me into his version of an acceptable Gemma. He could have pulled it off too, if he hadn’t shown his rage to me. That was enough for me to turn away from him. It had been the beginning of the end of a very messed up time between us. It was the moment anything I felt for him became trapped behind steel.

I say I feel nothing, it’s safe to say you feel nothing when that person is not stood in front of you. I don’t know how I will feel when I see him. My biggest fear is that I will somehow betray Tom’s faith in me, in us, in who we are together. I still don’t call this ‘relationship’. I do call him mine. I do see myself as his.

If I wilfully ignore Stuart, it could be misconstrued as an act to hide how I really feel. If I speak to him, it could be misconstrued as me still feeling something for him. If I stick to Tom’s side like glue for the whole evening, it could be misconstrued as fear or that I don’t trust myself around Stuart. I have no idea how to calm my mind on this.
After much thought I have concluded my biggest fear is hurting Tom with my inability to be civil and polite with my past. I feel like I’m standing on quick sand.

Over the past three months Stuart has been mentioned a smattering of times in Tom’s presence usually by Graham or Sam. He has reacted mildly, shuttered eyes, tight lipped but no verbal reaction. He has never once said anything to me or asked me about my time with Stuart. Whatever his feelings are on the matter, he’s dealing with it privately.

Today I decided I needed to take the bull by the horns and broach the subject with him and clear the air. I need to know where his head is at. I need to get brave and trust he will be his usual supportive and understanding self.

In the end it was simple because he found me, I was sitting brooding at the kitchen table when he came in from the garden. He leaned down and kissed me briefly before heading for the coffee.

‘Can we talk about Stuart please Tom?’ I blurted the words before I could bury them again. I watched his broad back tense and then relax. He turned around and leaned his hip against the counter, ‘Are you sure you want to Gem? He’s been a no go zone since we met.’ His tone was neutral. I was encouraged by that.

‘I don’t want his past position in my life to affect us baby, I would like to clear him out and put it to rest. Can we do that?’ I had no idea what I wanted to say, I just wanted him to know we were sound.

Tom brought the coffees over to the table and sat down close to me, he sighed heavily. ‘Baby what do you want to hear? That I don’t care about your past lovers? I don’t. But, I’ve been watching you mull this over today and every other day this week when you’ve been alone and that tells me this Stuart is still a big deal for you.’ He was still neutral.

I sighed, ‘He’s not a big deal for me as a past lover, that’s gone. But we were very close friends for almost 25 years before that and I do still hold a deep affection for him in that regard. What came after was, in my opinion, a mistake and I am happy with the way things panned out. My concern is that in my head I know that’s how I feel, but I haven’t seen him since we parted company, and I don’t want you misunderstanding my reaction when I do see him. I don’t know what it’s going to be, I can’t predict the future, but I don’t want it to rock what we have. I don’t even know if I’m making any sense, I just need to know you understand that you and me is what I want, what we have is what I want and need and…’

Tom cut across my rambling half assed explanation. ‘Gem, it’s okay, I get it. I know you’re going to react to seeing him. You wouldn’t be human if you didn’t. Don’t get upset baby, I’m good with this.’ He leaned across and wiped a tear off my cheek with his thumb. I jumped, I hadn’t realised I was crying! I lifted my hand to my face and felt the wetness against my fingers. I looked at them in surprise.

He barked out a laugh, ‘you didn’t know you were crying? Damn baby, you really send my head places y’know.’

I wiped the tears from my face and smiled. ‘We good Tom?’ I asked cautiously.

He reached across and pulled me into his lap, wrapping his strong arms around me holding me to him. I looked up to see his face smiling down at me.

‘We are better than good Gem, you came to me. You opened up. You trusted me with us. This Stuart guy? He’s past history, you just gave me the present and future. I’m all good with that.’ His husky timber reached inside and turned me to liquid heat. He grinned, he knew the exact moment I went from wrung out to turned on, and he made full use of my change of mood.

He had caught the curve ball again and hadn’t dropped it. It was going to be okay.

Tom – Day 5 of 7 (Part 3)

Day 5 was a huge day! The levels of frustration, the pain and pleasure, the mind fucks were off the chart that day! Tom became unstoppable, there was something different about him. He was edgier, darker. This maintenance session had changed the shape of ‘us’ and he was embracing it with arms wide open. Denying me had turned him on more than giving me what I craved. He wanted me hungry. I was in deep trouble.

The kiss at the end of my after care blew my mind. It was hot and probing, his tongue thrust between my lips and danced around mine, he pulled me up hard against his chest, his hand dropping down between my thighs to my pulsing clit. He flicked that hard little nub and I let out a sob. His tongue plundered my mouth, taking my breath, sucking me in making me want more. I stirred against him and sat up, plucking at the buttons of his shirt, wanting to feel skin under my fingers. I tugged and pulled until I got where I wanted to be, his shirt fell open and I broke the kiss and wrapped my teeth around his hard nipple and I nipped then sucked then nipped again. He growled deep in his chest and I felt it rumble through me. Pussy reacted instantly, tightening her muscles deliciously, sending tiny shockwaves through me, lighting my insides up and fuelling my hunger.

His fingers stroked and flicked and slid inside pussy’s wet walls I closed my muscles around their full girth and rode them. He stopped thrusting and pulled my head back by my hair.

He trapped me in his gaze with a dark look, his lips were curling into that half smile that told me I was in dangerous territory. I didn’t care, I tugged hard against his tangled fingers and tried to attach my teeth to his nipple again. He pulled harder and I winced and stilled.

‘I will tame you Gem.’ His voice came out husky and low and his words vibrated through me. I snarled a little. He was hurting me, my head ached where his fingers gripped my hair.

‘Like hell you will, I will fight you!’ I ground out between clenched teeth as his fingers pushed deep inside me and opened up, stretching me wide, forcing his knuckles through, filling me up until I bucked hard to pull back and stop the pain that was making me so damned wet I could drown us both in my juices!

He laughed against my neck as he nipped and bit, his fingers pushing deeper inside, ‘I expect nothing less from you.’

Suddenly I was being lifted and turned and positioned over the spanking bench again, panic rose in my chest, I struggled against his grip on my hips, and he slapped my ass hard twice. ‘Be still woman.’ he demanded. I twisted in his hold but couldn’t break free, he pressed the weight of his whole body against the back of me and pinned me there while he dragged my arms into position and secured them on the arm rests. I snapped and snarled as he fastened the restraints against my calves.

‘Give it up baby, you won’t break these bonds.’ He murmured as I felt the coldness of his freshly lubed fingers slide between my cheeks, pushing them apart, revealing my tight bud, he slid his finger inside my ass and pushed and pulled and pumped, adding another finger then another. I was bucking and thrusting my ass back onto his fingers, he pulled them out and spanked my cheek. A feral growl escaped me as he plunged his cock in where his fingers had been and I howled as he filled me with his full length in one long thrust. I ground my backside against his thrusting cock and took him all the way in on every stroke.

The pace increased rapidly as he gripped my hips tightly, pounding my ass until I was begging for release, I screamed for him to make me come, I could feel my juices flowing down between my thighs. I was desperate and reaching but he knew I was close and slowed his pace and then pulled out of me. He walked around to the front of the bench and disposed of his condom before taking his time cleaning his cock, wiping his fingers. I had red hot rage burning through me. ‘I want off this damned bench’ I snarled at him.

He laughed, a full throated sound that came up from his belly. He crouched down to eye level with me and gripped my chin.

You want Gem? You’re not getting this are you? I already told you this morning You are going to damn well do as you’re told. But you don’t listen. You demand, or more precisely, our hungry little pussy demands and you facilitate. You can learn how to wait for me. I will deny you my cum, I will deny you my heat until I am ready and you are tamed and I have your complete submission.’ He leaned forward and kissed my mouth, running his tongue against my lips, smiling against my closed mouth.

‘What? You don’t want to open up for me?’ He grinned. I’ll take what I want then.’ He walked around the bench and stood behind me, his fingers probed my wet pussy and pinched my clit as he thrust his engorged cock in and began a long slow deliberate stroke, in and out as he pushed two fingers in my ass and stretched me wide again, I groaned, sobbed, begged for him to let me come. I needed him hard and fast and his measured strokes built the heat inside me but not enough to push me over the edge. My mind was spiralling and the only thought in my head was my hunger for Tom.

I bucked back against his throbbing shaft and tried to increase the pace, he leaned over my back and whispered in my ear. ‘I can keep going like this for hours, and I do mean hours baby. All you have to do is submit to me and you can have what you want.’

‘Fuck you.’ I ground out as he lifted his weight from me and he held my hips tightly and continued with his long, slow torturous stroking of my pussy walls.

We were locked in that battle of wills for three more hours before I caved in and gave him what he wanted.

I promised to submit to him whenever he wished. No matter the circumstances, no matter the company. I knew he was referring to Gray’s upcoming 50th celebrations at the weekend, I also knew Stuart would be there. I had finally worked out what was driving Tom.

Tom was claiming me, privately and publicly and woe betide Stuart if he got in the way of that. My submission was his ultimate prize.

He released me from the bench and wrapped me in a huge towelling robe to walk back up to the house, as we entered the kitchen he placed me on the table and we tore into each other. I cried when he gave me my release. It hit me so hard it hurt me, I held on to him so tight I gouged tram lines down his back with my nails. We were primal animals in full glorious lust and it blew our minds. Then he kissed my tears from my cheeks and took me to bed. I was exhausted, Tom was quietly triumphant, he never said a word.

We had changed the shape of everything again and I was once again exhilarated and terrified in equal measure.

Tom – Day 5 of 7 (Part 1)

Tom had beaten me to the sofa this morning and was sat legs spread wide, one arm stretched along the back of the sofa his other hand stroking his long thick cock slowly, his eyes dark, his mood dangerous. He filled the room with his intensity, it stirred an answering call deep inside me as I lifted my head from the pillow to watch him.

‘Want…’ my sleep filled voice was husky and I saw his hand spasm around his cock tightly as my single word reached his ears, he resumed the pace and continued to stroke, his eyes snagged mine and held my gaze.

I crawled down the bed and lay directly in front of him with my arms folded under my chin. I broke free from his gaze as I greedily took in every detail of his magnificent body. His cock was loaded with precum. I pouted a little, ‘please?’ I whispered, never taking my gaze from his throbbing stiffness.

His breath quickened as his hand pumped his shaft, pulling the precum down to lubricate him as his fingers slid over the bulging tip. A small disappointed sigh escaped me.

More precum oozed. ‘My turn?’ I whispered, licking my lips holding his eyes with mine.

‘No.’ He growled. His lip curled in a half smile as I made a sad face at his denial.

‘But I want…’ I gave him doe eyes, pouty lips, breathy sighs.

He remained unmoved. ‘You can’t have it, you can only watch.’

My pout became real, ‘Why?’

‘Because today baby, you do as you are damn well told.’

His grin was evil! I mean pure evil. Pussy contracted and pulsed. His pulsing cock drew my hungry gaze again. He let out a short laugh and stroked and pulled and smoothed that tight skin over his rock hard cock. He was actually enjoying creating this hunger in me just to deny me. It wasn’t fair.

My inner brat came out to play, I was seriously miffed. I sat up and swung my legs over the end of the bed.

‘Don’t you want pussy wrapped around your lovely thick cock, squeezing it, pulling it in deep, soaking it in my juices? Don’t you want that baby?’ Two could play at this game.

‘I’ll take that later… maybe’. His voice rumbled in his chest, he was close to climaxing, his leg muscles were taught, his face tense, his eyes shuttered.

Maybe?? What the hell? I was incensed!

‘Well maybe I should just get out a toy and wrap pussy around that instead then.’ I jumped up off the bed and walked to the night stand where I kept a myriad of different toys.

‘Use the smallest one you can find baby. You don’t get filled till I say so.’ There was something dark in his tone and it stilled my haste to play this my way.

I felt my juices soaking the top of my thighs, I was confused by my own body’s reaction to his words. My hand had closed around the biggest dildo in the drawer and it was as big as Tom for sure, I hesitated then moved to the slimmest and shortest one, stuck at the back out of sight. I pulled it out and spread lube along it’s 6″ length.

‘Climb on the bed, hands and knees so I can see our pussy eat that dildo.’ His growl rolled over me, my skin shivered with a layer of goose bumps. He had climbed inside my head and was driving me, again!

I did as I was told, I moved down the bed to the end and positioned myself on hands and knees with my pussy so close he could see her swollen lips coated in my juices. I parted her lips and exposed my core to him, he grunted, and she spasmed. juices oozed, I ran my fingers through her and stroked and probed for a moment, enjoying the slick wetness coating my fingers.

‘Don’t fucking play! Use the damned dildo, Now!’ His tone was harsh and gritty.

I was shocked and then inexplicably excited at the same time. I pulled the dildo through my juices and along pussy, it’s cold impersonal touch did nothing to cool her down.

‘Fuck it baby.’ He ordered.

I pressed the tip of the dildo into pussy’s waiting hole, it slid in with no resistance. I was accustomed to the size of Tom’s cock, this was a poor substitute. Half the girth and nowhere close to his length. It was going in the bin after this!

It didn’t matter, Tom groaned deeply behind me as he watched me fuck that dildo for all I was worth. I ground my hips down on it and pulled it deep inside me. I squeezed my muscles around it, aching for my orgasm. It remained out of reach.

‘You can’t get there can you baby? You need my cock in you to make you come don’t you.’ He leaned forward and gripped my butt cheek with his hand and squeezed hard. I yelped and groaned and ground down on the ineffectual dildo.

Frustration bubbled up, ‘Fuck you!’ I swore as I withdrew the dildo and turned to face him, I sat at the end of the bed again with my legs spread, fingers buried deep inside pussy, and I lifted that ridiculous little dildo and licked it clean of my juices, wrapping my tongue around it, curling it under the silicone head, lapping at it, sucking it in deep.

Tom was not immune. He leaned forward and pinched my hard nipple between his forefinger and thumb. I squealed and then groaned.

He growled deeply and came in jagged spasms over his stomach. I crawled off the bed towards him and he placed his foot on my shoulder to stop me getting to him. He shook his head and grinned as he picked up the wipes and cleaned his stomach of his juices.

I was furious! ‘You are being really mean Tom. I wouldn’t deny you like that.’

He smiled lazily at my frustration. ‘I know baby, but then, I’m not due a spanking and you are. That makes all the difference.’

‘That in mind, get dressed and go wait for me in the shed. We’re going to put the new bench through its paces today.’ He said laughing as he got up and walked to his closet.

I stormed off to the bathroom in frustration, the sound of his laughter filling my ears.

Tom – Day 4 of 7

Yesterday kick started a hunger deep inside me, I can feel it crawling through me, pussy throbs heavily, incessantly, not her usual mild song of ‘can we play’! This is insistent, demanding, find him, take him, feed me! It’s early, too early to wake Tom, but I don’t care.

I paced at the end of the bed, I’ve tried soothing pussy with masturbation but she’s not giving it up. It isn’t flirty fingers she wants it’s Tom. All of him. My pussy is in control of my mind and body right now and I have no control.

I’ve gone feral. This all consuming feeling is new to me, I am predatory. I want to bite, scratch, fuck and drain him and then start all over again. I’m hungry.

He is sound asleep, arm thrown over his eyes against the early morning sun streaming in across the bed, sheet barely covering his hips, naked chest covered in a light sheen of sleep sweat. His massive frame makes the whole picture raw and rugged and I hear myself growl low in my throat. I am so damned hungry!

I stood at the bottom of the bed and tugged the sheet away from him slowly revealing his beautiful rigid cock. This was more than his usual ‘morning glory’ erection. Either he was having a hot dream or he was awake and waiting.

I didn’t care, if it was a hot dream, I would add myself to his dynamic. I would control his dream from the outside. I wanted him inside me. If he’s awake, then he’s already aware of my mood. He knows, he can feel it coming off me in waves. His cock twitches and jumps as I let out a small snarl. Precum glistens at his tip.

He’s awake. I slid up the bed, stroking his leg lightly running fingertips along his thigh across his flat stomach, I flick my finger tip across the tip of his cock and collect a small prize, I suck the taste of him off my finger on my way up to the smattering of hair on his chest. Just enough for me to fist my hand into a ball and tug. Pussy contracts at the taste of him, my thighs are wet, dripping with juices.

I’m on all fours at his side, I want to straddle his hips and take him, but he’s resisting. Staying on his side. Denying me. I tug at the hair again and he drags in a sharp breath. I smile and mount his hip.

He doesn’t move, his breathing is ragged but he’s denying me access to my prize. I run my nails down his chest, sharp jagged needles across his skin, a flurry of goose bumps shower his torso at the light pain I’m inflicting. I can hear a low rumbling growl coming from deep inside his chest but still he doesn’t move.

My frustration mounts, I rub my wet mound across his hip, I rock myself over his hip bone and mimic the act, still with one hand tangled in his chest hair, the other travelling down to his thick shaft. I find my prize again, more clear precum. I swipe my finger and raise it to my lips and suck. I close my eyes and savour his salty gift. I drop my fingers back down and wrap them around his thick pulsing shaft and I stroke, and grip and slide them along the length of him and then back down to the base. Slowly, steadily, methodically robbing him of his breath, forcing his pulse to pound, driving his hunger for release.

His growl erupts from his chest and I am elated by the sound. Excitement courses through me as I slide from my mount and drop down to slide my hungry mouth along his thick pulsing cock.

He grabs a handful of my hair and pushes my head down further, forcing his cock all the way in and down my throat, I gag, and gasp as he begins to thrust his hips and grip my head until I choke on his length. Only then does he allow me to withdraw for air. Spittle runs from my lips, hangs from my chin as he pulls my head back and our eyes lock. His powerful lust calls to my feral hunger and I snarl as he tightens his grip on my hair. Excitement courses through me and arrows down to my pussy. I’m so wet and slick, it’s a crime to waste it all.

I bring my body around so he can have me with his mouth as I slide my lips down his length and then pull back to suck on his swollen tip, my tongue flicks along the sensitive rim and I feel him buck and thrust deeper into me. He releases my hair and grabs my hips and grinds them down onto his face as he rolls onto his back and pins my hips with his powerful arms. He sucks and strokes, and flicks his tongue everywhere, my clit is pulsing heavily, I am desperate to cum, his perfect tongue thrusts deep inside pussy’s wet walls and he brings his fingers into play. My face is impaled on his thick shaft and he fucks it, harder and faster as his passion grows. I take it all.

I feel the sharp sting of the first hard slap across my ass and it sends a shockwave of painful pleasure straight to my pussy and she begins her steady climb to the top. He spanks again and again, measuring his spanks with my rhythm on his cock.

His cock thickens impossibly, I am stretched to my limit but I can’t stop. He thrusts up into my mouth as his fingers sink deeply into my pussy and invade my ass and I rock back on them and growl loudly around his girth. I explode inside and a scream rips through me. I soak him in my juices and shudder and rock harder against his probing fingers as my orgasm tears at my insides.

He arches and roars his satisfaction as his hot cum shoots down the back of my throat, he bucks and pumps harder, I swallow and suck and take all of it and still there is more. His hand grips my hair again and pulls me off him, his last shot of hot cream hits my cheek and lips and now it’s his turn to snarl. His lip curls and his eyes are dark and dangerous.

I woke a sleeping beast and I am his prey… now he will feed my hunger.

Tom – Day 3 of 7

I sat at my desk reading the computer screen, my leg hooked over the arm of the chair with my fingers lazily stroking my pussy. Technically, I wasn’t masturbating, I was soothing her. She had kicked up a fuss at something I had just read and I was putting her back to sleep! Honest!

A client had sent me the first draft of her new work to edit. She was worried about the sex scenes in particular. With oodles of every kind of sex thrown in for good measure, it was my job to see if they worked, I was very distracted with abstract images of hot sweaty, bodies filling my mind.

From nowhere Tom’s arm came over my shoulder and his hand covered mine over pussy. I jumped and looked up at him. His eyes were intense, horny and determined.

‘Keep stroking baby, put more effort in, I want to feel those fingers slip inside you.’ He growled low against my neck,

I groaned as he pushed my fingers inside pussy along with two of his own, he came around the front of the chair and lifted me, dropping down into the seat with me now on his lap and our fingers still inside me.

‘What you readin’ that’s got our pussy so hot and wet baby?’ He muttered as he focused on our fingers driving inside me.

‘I’m working…’ I gasped, ‘editing… sex scenes, make sure they work… umm… ohh…’ I was writhing against our fingers. I moaned deeply as his thrust deeper taking mine with them. I was full and my hips rose up insistently to meet our down thrust.

He locked his gaze with mine, as he pushed for control. ‘Uh huh, read it out loud, so I can hear it.’

I pushed back a little, raising an eyebrow at his request. ‘Uh, have you run out of ideas or something?’ I bucked up against his hand, letting out soft little cries as his big hand began thrusting our fingers in harder and faster, his thumb was stroking my clit and I was climbing towards a huge orgasm! I could feel it low and deep, building steadily.

‘Uh uh, nowhere close, we haven’t even scratched the surface of what I’m gonna do to you. Read it baby, I wanna know what’s got you turned on so good.’ His voice rumbled low in my ear and I let out a feral cry. He was in full marauder mode. No stopping him.

I began to read the words that were now dancing on the screen, I could barely focus. He laughed against the side of my neck, ‘poor baby, you sound a little distracted, you want me to read it out loud for you?’ His voice rumbled through me and it was all I could do to nod weakly as he got busy popping buttons on my shirt, freeing my breasts into his waiting hand. His big palm cupped and squeezed my breasts together, nipping my neck with his teeth and plunging his fingers inside pussy keeping mine trapped there with him. I was under a full on Tom assault and I was drowning!

‘Pull the screen forward Gem.’ he muttered. I pulled the screen closer and zoomed the page so he could read it easily from behind me.

As his fingers continued the physical onslaught that had me gripping his powerful arm for dear life as I rode our fingers he began his verbal onslaught of my senses.

‘Sofia lay legs spread wide on the king sized bed, her hands gripped the sheets, her head tossing from side to side as she moaned softly. Aiden had his head buried between her legs licking her pussy. She was groaning and begging him to make her cum hard in his mouth… ‘

Tom stopped reading and stared at me, ‘This got our pussy all turned on? This? Where’s the heat? Where’s the passion? It needs dialogue! I think we need to examine how this really works and you can tell her how to spice that flat piece of writing up and put real sex in it baby.’

I was laughing in between moans, I couldn’t help it, ‘Tom stop it, she’s a good writer… she struggles to write sex scenes that’s all. It’s a first draft…’

‘How the hell did this turn you on baby?’ he was genuinely confused.

I laughed, moaned and shook my head simultaneously. I grabbed at his fingers and stopped the steady thrusting. ‘Not that, wait… I’ll show you…’ I sat up and clicked on a second screen, a fully edited version of an earlier section popped up. ‘It was this..’ I was gasping again as his fingers had returned to their thrusting, my own fingers were soaked in pussy’s juices, I turned into him and relaxed against his chest, opening my legs and bracing one foot on the edge of the desk as the other hung over the arm of the chair, I sank into the fire that was steadily licking at my insides, burning me stripping my defences away and then the first wave came and hit me, I moaned loudly, I grabbed his arm tightly as my orgasm rippled slowly and built to a tidal wave crashing over me. I trembled in his hold, and he stopped reading for a moment and caught my mouth with his, his tongue took my mouth, his fingers took my pussy and I got lost inside him.

He broke the kiss and smiled against my mouth, I opened my eyes to see his face, I lifted my hand and stroked his cheek, ‘it’s only the first draft baby, it still needs work.’ I mumbled.

He chuckled, ‘what does? the story or you?’

A wicked smile spread across my lips as I stretched against him, ‘um… both.’ I whispered as I worked my fingers inside his shirt and found a hard nipple to tweak and play with.

He pushed the chair away from the desk and I shrieked delightedly as I was suddenly upended on his lap with my legs over his shoulders and my back along his chest. He wrapped his powerful arms around my hips and pulled them up to his mouth, I clamped my legs around his head as he buried his face in my pussy sucking my clit so hard I saw stars, I threw my head back and moaned loudly, ‘Oh God Tom, don’t stop…’ I sobbed out as I thrust harder against his probing tongue.

He lifted his head for a moment and grinned at me, You know the section I just read was about anal sex, right?’ he mumbled as he buried his clever tongue deep inside my soaking pussy while he used his thumb to work my clit into a frenzy. I thrust my hips up and pressed pussy harder against his mouth. ‘I know… it’s why she’s so wet…’ I gasped as my second orgasm began to roll through me, it hit hard and fast with fireworks exploding in my head as I screamed in ecstasy.

I was shuddering and sobbing as he continued his onslaught of my clit with his tongue sucking it in and nipping the sensitive little bud with his teeth. I yelped and squirmed as he dragged me upright and into a straddle across his hips.

His fingers stroked me, one of them probed my ass sinking in deeply, stretching it, I growled and pushed back against it.

‘It’s time this tight little bud got stretched to its limit,’ he muttered against my mouth, I sobbed and nodded, as his fingers worked me front and back until I was rocking and moaning against him, begging him not to stop, grasping at him, grabbing handfuls of his hair as another orgasm ripped through me while images of his cock filling every hole one after the other flooded my mind. He opened his jeans and slid his cock out and lifted me onto him. With one thrust he was inside me, and I clamped down on him gripping him with my muscles, riding him for all I was worth. He gripped my backside hard and held me still as he thrust up until we were flush. No space between us, he growled against my ear, ‘imagine what this would feel like in your tight little ass baby, you think you can take it?’ His fingers were playing with my ass as his cock pulsated in my pussy, my mind was being blown, I could barely lift my head up, I was so lost in all the sensations exploding inside me.

I wanted him to fill every hole too… ‘oh god yes…’ I ground out between clenched teeth and it was his turn to groan deeply and for a long time as he shot his cum deep inside me filling me with heat, my head dropped down on his shoulder as my orgasm rolled over his dragging us both down with it’s force. I clamped my muscles tightly against his throbbing cock as he spilled himself till he was done.

Jesus, Tom…’ I mumbled, when I could speak again.

He barked out a short laugh and slapped my ass as he lifted me and turned me to face the screen. He pointed a finger midway through the first paragraph. ‘It’s the next part on the page, but it’s narrative so I gave you dialogue.’ He grunted, ‘I’m just gonna remind you though, you have agreed…’

I lifted my head slowly and looked at him. I had my predator back, he was finally going to get what he wanted. All my holes would be his to claim.

He growled deep in his chest, stood up and carried me up the stairs. It would be a long time before I got back to work…

By the end of day 3 I knew my client had a lot of reworking to do for those scenes! Tom was nothing if not thorough!

Tom – day 2 of 7

Tom is still in full marauder mode, but he has a meeting this morning with a client so I have a reprieve. Tom in a dark suit and white shirt! YUM! Oh baby, that look on him is downright rude! I was positively panting when he came to say goodbye. He laughed and slapped my ass and said, ‘Be good until I get home, then you can help me take it off.’

I grinned, ‘Okay, I’m in!’ I said as I kissed him. I watched as he walked out of the house. Damn! Tom in a suit is a fine sight to see, but Tom naked is a whole different feast for my eyes and one I never tire of seeing. I was getting turned on just thinking about it. I despair of my own body sometimes, I’m aching in muscles I didn’t even know I had due to the Marauder chasing me round all day yesterday and here I am looking for more of the same! A lot more…

At one point yesterday, I thought I might actually be in danger of begging him to stop as he’d predicted. It didn’t happen, but it was a close run thing! He did get the tears though, that kind of erotic, feral onslaught is pretty much guaranteed to bring tears with it, and those tears are his pay off. They slow him down, he takes his time then, savouring the taste of my submission.

I asked him later about the tears aspect and he said, ‘It’s the only time you’re vulnerable and show it. I revel in the fact I’ve made you feel that way.’ I could hear the growl in his voice as his mind went back to the moment he had tasted my tears. I saw the same powerful lust appear in his eyes again as I had earlier.

I am fascinated with the many layers of this man. He is never one thing for very long, he is never one mood for very long. He is never, ever submissive himself anymore. Probably a good thing really, I’m a handful even on my most well behaved days!

Tom has taken over the role of disciplinarian in my life, Graham happily took a step sideways and relinquished his duties. It was a conversation that did not include me, but then, why would it? I need that structure in my life and as long as I get it, I’m all good with Tom taking care of it. As is he. He is in the process of updating my spanking implements to some that are big enough for his hand to hold comfortably. My hairbrush looks ridiculously small and ineffectual when his big hand closes around it.

He doesn’t really like using the cane. He worries he will be too harsh. I remind him of Graham’s brand of caning and I tried to reassure him that even though it hurts like blazes at the time, it cleanses me inside and makes me feel whole again. We’re still working on finding some middle ground with that. Right now he’s adamant that there will be no caning.

Regardless, we’ve had some very long and interesting conversations about my spanking needs and the upshot is, I will be spanked once a week for an hour (not all at once, hopefully) for maintenance and twice a week because he can and he knows it turns me on. If I do something that deserves a spanking, well, that’s quite a different story.

Due to Sam being at home with us for the majority of the time, spanking in the house has to wait until he goes out for a couple of hours. Tom is nothing if not resourceful. He has decided that the shed is perfect for delivering a punishment or maintenance spanking, and he has sound proofed the shed and cleared out all the old detritus to make room for a purpose built spanking bench with some Tom modifications that quite frankly do not bode well for my ass! No escape will be possible! Once those doors are closed, no one can hear a thing outside. I know because I put the stereo on full blast, stepped outside and locked the doors and I could barely hear it at all. It was booming loud enough to rattle windows!

People, this means my ass is toast!

My squealing, shouting, yelling, swearing and general howling while undergoing a spanking is going to go entirely un-noticed by my neighbours. In other words, Ms Ashton. Shame, she really would lock her doors and never come out again if she heard me taking a spanking from Tom!

I am being exceptionally well behaved at the moment because I have already had two extra spankings this week and my bottom is still hot and sore from the last one yesterday. But…I’m horny. It’s Tom’s fault, he was wearing that suit! I haven’t been able to get his image out of my mind all morning and now I am the one who is on a rampage looking for feral sex!

By the time Tom came home I was chock full of lust. Plain and simple, I needed fucking hard and fast right now or I might actually pop with frustration! I know I’ve grown into a highly sexual being since I started on this self discovery thing, but… even at my wildest I have never experienced feral lust the way I feel it right now.

Tom’s mood was distracted when he came in my office to let me know he was home. He leaned down and kissed the back of my neck and then stood back as I turned my chair to face him.

I looked up at him and could see the tension in his jaw. ‘Meeting not go well?’ I asked.

‘Not as well as I hoped, the damned woman spent more time trying to get into my pants than concentrating on the presentation. I actually feel fucking dirty.’ Wow he was upset, rightfully so too, he is a total professional when it comes to work. He barely even notices gender difference at all. I’ve seen him in action once or twice when he’s held meetings here. Deferential but firm and no nonsense. This woman must have been a piece of work!

I stood up and wrapped my arms around his waist and stood on tip toe to reach his jaw with my lips. Unless he bends there is no reaching his mouth! He bent and took the kiss I was offering. But… he didn’t bite. He didn’t let it grow and he extracted himself after a few moments.

‘I’m sorry Gem, I need to get hold of her boss before she has time to rubbish the presentation because I turned her down for a fuck.’ His eyes were cold, a rarity for brown eyes. I let go of him and sat down again.

‘Go sort it baby, I’ll still be here when you’re ready.’ I smiled at him and he bent down and kissed me once and then left.

I followed him and stood at the office door to hear his conversation with his client. He did not hold back. He gave him the full account of what had transpired between the man’s assistant and himself. I saw his shoulders relax a little as he went quiet and listened to whatever his client was saying at the other end. Obviously this was not ending well for the randy assistant! 5 minutes later Tom hung up the phone and sighed deeply.

I walked up behind him and placed my hands on his shoulders and massaged them through the material of his crisp white shirt. He leaned back and reached for me, pulling me around him and onto his lap.

‘All sorted?’ I probed as my fingers worked on his shirt buttons slowly.

‘Uh huh, she came in while I was talking to him, I think she’s got some trouble coming. Upshot is, I have sent Paul the presentation via email and he will assess it himself. So, no harm done.’ His fingers mimicked my own actions as they began undoing the buttons of my blouse.

I leaned down and sucked his nipple in between my teeth and nipped gently making him growl deep in his throat, my hands were working his belt buckle and zip, deftly removing obstacles on my way to what I was craving.

He caught my mouth with his and I could feel his smile against my lips. ‘You hungry baby?’ He murmured as I released him from his pants and caught his rigid cock in my hand and stroked it.

‘Uh huh… hungry…’ I muttered as my hand stroked the length of him and my finger circled the head collecting his pre-cum. I raised my finger to my mouth and slid my lips over it tasting him.

The phone rang. Tom laughed at my expression of frustration as he leaned around me and answered.

It was Paul again, Tom was laughing at something that he’d said, so I slid off his knee and settled myself between his legs. I slid my mouth down the full length of his cock and took it all the way to the back of my throat, slowly, slowly, I drew back to his throbbing tip. I locked eyes with him and saw primal lust gazing back at me, his big hand covered the back of my head and held it as he thrust his hips forward at the same time, I held on to his thighs, gripping them tightly as his cock filled my mouth to the back of my throat again, he tangled his fingers in my hair and tugged and pushed as he fucked my mouth with long firm strokes.

I had no control. It was all Tom and he was watching my face intently as he talked politely and professionally to his client. His voice betrayed nothing. His eyes exposed him. He was my marauder again and he was getting real close to filling my mouth with his seed. His thigh muscles tensed against my sharp nails and he thrust his hips up and buried his cock again and again deep into my waiting mouth. I sucked, hard, applying suction to his full shaft, I was desperate to make him cum and cum hard! I wanted all of him and I wasn’t stopping until I had him.

I worked my hand inside his pants and cupped his balls, rolling them between my fingers and he jerked, his jaw tightened but his voice never changed. I ran my finger backwards along the throbbing ridge behind his sack to his ass, I pressed the tip of my finger just inside and he bucked up hard and began pumping my mouth with his cock hard and fast, a few moments later his head fell back as he tensed every muscle and silently shot his hot seed straight down my throat, filling my mouth, I swallowed he gave me more, it spilled down my chin and he shot more. He continued to buck, and thrust and I maintained the pressure of my finger in his ass rubbing the sensitive skin, rolling his balls as he pumped and fucked my mouth until he was spent.

He hadn’t made a single sound and continued his conversation for a further 10 minutes. Me? He kept me on my knees with his hard cock still in my mouth as he pumped slowly in and out. I was in my own version of heaven and I was soaking wet and ready for when this damned conversation ended. I was riding my marauder all the way home to my own raging orgasm and nothing was getting in my way!