Janalee was annoyed. She had tried on about 20 outfits and was not happy with any of them. Her husband of two years appeared at the door and whistled, “Fuck me, you just get sexier”.
Janalee was in no mood for him. “No, I don’t. I look like a sack of shit”
He smiled and grabbed his crotch. “I have a boner that says otherwise”
Janalee was past picking up on the hint, “Don’t be silly; I look awful”
His voice became firm - “No one ever, ever talks about my girl like that. I won’t have it; you have broken a rule and disappointed me.”
The words cut her, snapped her out of her self-loathing; she hated disappointing him. He thought she was the most beautiful woman in the world and he hated it when she put herself down.
He continued, “What should I do with a girl who is disobedient and breaks the rules”
“Punish them?” she stammered.
“That’s right, fetch the cane”
Janalee's mouth fell open “But…”
She headed off to their playroom, opened the cupboard and returned with the cane. She loved the release of being spanked; it made her feel so sexy. But the cane was something else. She had only ever received one stroke with it, and she had screamed and sobbed for hours; the pain was burnt into her soul.
She handed him the cane; he placed it on the bed and told her to strip naked. He did the same, his hard erection jutting out from his body. She loved that, loved making him hard, loved the way his body reacted to her.
She bent over, her hands on the end of the bed, ready to receive her punishment; her cunt oozed with wetness. She never understood why spankings made her wet…but they did.
He took the cane and delivered a stinging blow to her arse. She screamed.
He laughed while taking the opportunity to give his cock a tug, “only 19 more to go”.
Each stroke burned into her soul; the sting was off the charts.
By the 5th stroke, she had tears in her eyes; by 15, she was bawling her eyes out, no restraint, just sobbing uncontrollably as the tears ran down her face. He stopped at 20, and she looked back at him, a ruined mess. Tears pouring down her face as long strings of slut juice leaked from her pussy.
She looked into the eyes of the man she seemed to love more with every passing day, then down to his cock. She wondered if she would ever get used to seeing it hard for her; it always seemed to be hard for her. It was such a compliment.
“Have you learnt your lesson?”
“Yes sir,” she said precisely. She loved calling him sir; it signified her submission to him, but it was more than just submission; there was an acknowledgement that this man was the one man in the world who she thought deserved to be called sir.
“Good, but now I have this hard-on to deal with. Which hole shall I rape?”
“Whichever one you want, sir; my body belongs to you”, she replied. Saying things like that made her whole body glow with delight. The more she announced her submission to him, the more perfect the world seemed to be.
“Hand me the lube then, your backdoor is looking particularly inviting”.
She reached across and passed the bottle to him, saying, “Please don’t use very much; I need it to hurt this time”
He smiled, and his cock thickened; she always seemed to know just what perverted thing he craved.
Dribbling a small amount on her pucked rosebud, he lined up his thick shaft, ready to violate his beautiful wife.
“I love you”, he whispered. The words took her out of their kinky scene and deep into the emotional supportive world that he created for her every day. “I know, I love you too”, she whispered back…
“Now rape my shitter and don’t you dare be gentle, you dirty bastard”, she said loudly, almost shouting with the need for him.
Taking her cue, he slammed through her sphincter, deep into her guts.
He was rewarded by a scream followed by a “Fucking Yes!! Rape me daddy, pound my arse”
Grabbing her hips, he pulled out and plunged in again.
Her fingers found her clit, and she stroked; the climax was close. “Please daddy, may I cum?” she begged, secretly hoping that she would be denied.
“No, but keep rubbing your clit, babygirl”.
“Yes, daddy”, she replied as her face glowed with delight.
He knew what torture it was for her to be denied relief, but her obedience made his cock swell again. For a second, he was lost in thought, remembering the effect she had had on him the moment she sent him her first picture. Her beauty was beyond compare, and her pretty face had an immediate effect on his cock, an effect it still had to this day. He would always count himself lucky to have found her.
He was lost in a world of pleasure, testosterone coursing through his veins. She always made him feel so masculine, possibly because she was so perfectly feminine - everything he had ever dreamed of.
He could feel the pressure building in his balls, the need for release.
“Please daddy, I need to cum”, she begged once more.
“Ok, do it, my little butt slut, cum for me”
“Oh fucckkkk yesss”, came the response. Her body shuddering and shaking as he pistoned in and out of her most intimate place.
Her orgasm sent ripples down her shit chute, sending him over the edge. Pulling her shuddering body tight to him, he pumped load after load of thick white seed deep into her guts with a roar.
As they slowed, she collapsed on the bed and rolled over. He fell next to her and held her tight, their skin touching everywhere. The closeness confirmed the deep connection and emotional bond between them.
“You are perfect”, he whispered.
“No, I’m not”, she replied
“Don’t start that again”, he started to get angry.
“It’s just that a perfect girl would suck your cock clean right now”, she said with the smile that had stolen his heart and slid down the bed.
As she went to work, he said, “How did I get so lucky”
Lifting her head from his cock that was showing no signs of going soft, she said: “I’m the lucky one”.
Together they both smiled and said as one, “We are both lucky”…
