I have to leave on another three-day business trip. I hate being away from my wife, but unfortunately, it comes with the job.
Still, to make the time apart a little sweeter (or perhaps to make sure I wouldn’t forget her for even a second) Miss rummaged through her punishment box and found the perfect excuse to leave me with a few lingering reminders of her.
Twenty-seven strokes for the twenty-seven minutes I had gone over my allotted edging time.
She chose the steel cane with its sharp spikes. A dreaded instrument, because it doesn’t merely leave bruises. It leaves countless tiny wounds as well, the kind that make sitting properly nearly impossible for half a week.
Again and again, Miss brought it down while I counted every single stroke through gritted teeth, my voice increasingly strained.
When she was finished, Miss inspected her handiwork with satisfaction before promptly sending me between her thighs but not without promising me a night with a plug afterward.
At least my performance would determine which plug would be keeping me company for the next eight hours.
Fortunately, Miss was pleased.
I buried my soaking-wet face in the bedsheets as she eased the large glass plug inside me. A familiar intruder.
Her soft fingers traced over the marks she had left on me before wandering along my pussy. I pushed my hips toward her with a moan. It had been soooo long since she had touched me there (unless you counted the cold end of her belt or the crop striking against me).
“Please, Miss,” I moaned into the pillows.
“Please what?!” she snapped.
“You want to be fucked? … Nothing would make me happier.”
With that, she grabbed the base of the plug and yanked it almost completely out before driving it back into me.
She gave me a merciless plug-fucking that left me whimpering afterward. I should have known exactly where this was going, and I hated myself a little for falling for it anyway.
Once Miss had made absolutely certain that the inside of my ass hurt just as much as the outside, she pulled me tightly against her, locked me in place with her strong legs, and wrapped her hand around my throat.
My favorite position to fall asleep in.
Loved, aching, and impossibly aroused, I drifted off to sleep.
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