#aerowrites

how did you get here? that is the only question that runs through your mind as another particularly hard slap reigns down on your already sore ass.

‘told you to count them princess,’ his gruff voice rings in your ear after a moment, his large hand rubbing over your red tinted cheeks.

‘start over.’ he grumbles, his hands gripping at your flesh, ‘count after each slap. i stop at fifteen. understood?’

you nod your head, tears tracking your cheeks as small broken whimpers leave your parted lips. he grins at this, at your mental torture, his hand coming down again.

‘one,’ you say, your voice shaking, ‘’m hurtin’ John.’

he chuckles, he actually chuckles, his hand coming down again, ‘if you’d have counted the first time we wouldn’t have to start over.’

‘two,’ you thrash away from his hand.

‘keep goin’ baby. count ‘em for me sweetheart.’

your body shudders against his thighs, the bulge in his pants glaringly obvious against your side. you feel it twitch whenever any noise passes your flushed lips.

‘three,’ your voice is a soft whine now, your ass searing hot as he lands another blow to the slightly swollen skin, ‘four.’

‘that’s it baby, doin’ so well. keep goin’.’

‘five, six,’ you all but cry, your voice borderline gone, your mind mushy, ‘John please.’

he doesn’t answer your muffled begging, his hand delivering three swift, yet hard, slaps.

your bottom lip trembles as you try to speak, tears blurring your vision, ‘seven. eight. nine.’

your words are said through gritted teeth, a sadistic grin on his face as your voice floats to his ears, ‘drop the attitude princess or the last six will be somewhere much more unpleasant, i promise you that.’

a choked sob makes it way out of your mouth, frustrated and sore, ‘i don’t have an attitude.’

he clicks his tongue at your words, shaking his head, ‘attitude.’ his voice is firm, stern even, as he lifts you from over his knee, sitting your sore ass directly onto his rough pants.

you hiss as your raw skin comes into contact with the fabric, tears falling from your face, your eyes screwed shut.

‘what did i say would happen if you gave me attitude?’ he asks, your chin between his fingers, ‘what did i promise, hm?’

at that moment you wish that John Price was a dishonest man, one who didn’t keep promises, one who let you get away with your attitude. unfortunately your husband was not that kind of man.

‘what did i say baby?’ his fingers tighten their grip, his muscles tense.

‘no more attitude or you’ll spank me somewhere more unpleasant,’ you recite his words back, keeping your eyes on his.

‘that’s right sweetheart, now are you going to behave and lay on the bed for me, hm?’ his tone taunts you, dares you to disobey, his eyes narrowed.

you don’t say anything, getting up as soon as he releases your chin from his grip and laying on your shared bed. he follows your movements with his eyes, standing at the side of the bed as he watches you intently. his pretty little wife.

‘legs spread,’ he commands, staring as you comply with his words, no resistance, ‘that’s my good girl.’

your pussy throbs at his praise, your ass stinging as it presses against the cool cotton sheet.

he stills for a moment, taking you in, almost giving in to his leaking cock and fucking you right there. however John Price isn’t the kind of man who lets his wife get away with disrespect. he slowly lowers himself on the bed, his head almost between your legs, all he had to do was push his head forward and he would smell the arousal that flowed out of your throbbing cunt.

‘you’re wet,’ he murmurs, not a taunt, just an observation as his finger comes down to trace the wet spot over your panties, ‘think i should give her some attention,’ he speaks but nothing registers in your mind, the touch of his fingers leaving jolts of pleasure up your body.

‘please,’ is all you can muster up, pushing your hips forward, his finger against your cunt applying more pressure as you let out a whimper of need.

‘punishments not over yet sweetheart,’ he taunts, pulling your panties off in one swift movement, your glistening pussy finally out in the open, ‘she’s so pretty,’ he praises, a sadistic smile on his face.

before you can say anything his hand comes in contact with your poor pussy, the sound of the slap ringing in your ears as you let out a sharp scream.

‘count baby,’ his eyes are on your face, watching the way it contorts.

‘ten,’ you continue, your breathing heavy and laboured.

he brings his hand up again, slamming it down onto your swollen clit, ‘eleven.’

‘good girl,’ he praises, swirling his thumb over your clit before delivering two more harsh slaps.

the tears gather in your eyes once more, falling silently as you throw your head back, ‘twelve. thirteen.’ your voice is rough, soft pants huffing out between parted lips, ‘please John, no more. i’ll be good, promise.’

‘you need to learn baby,’ his voice is like a soft hum, lulling you into a false sense of security as his hand meets your wet pussy once more, ‘need to be a good girl and count, m’kay?’ his hand comes down again, the tips of his fingers catching your clit, the bundle of nerves getting confused between pain and pleasure as you let out a strangled moan.

‘i can’t do any more,’ you hiccup, tears streaming down your face.

‘count baby,’ his demand is simple, only two words, leaving no room for debate, ‘just two more.’ another harsh slap.

‘fourteen.’

‘that’s my girl,’ he blows cold air onto your clit, your muscles contracting at the searing heat being contradicted with the cold air, ‘last one now.’

you prepare yourself for a slap, one that never comes, your eyes screwed shut, muscles tensed up.

‘open your eyes,’ he demands, ‘eyes on me baby.’ you will yourself to open your eyes, your bottom lip quivering subconsciously, ‘there’s my pretty girl,’ he smiles.

‘no more John,’ you beg softly, ‘please no more.’

he ignores you, his eyes set firm on your face, wanting to watch the way you scream when he delivers the final slap, the one that makes you jolt. he does it. he does it hard. your head flies back, fingers gripping at the sheets as you scream, he doesn’t even let you recover before his head is dipping down to suck on your clit.

he pulls away just as quick as he attached himself, ‘forgetting something baby?’ he teases, his lips back around the place you needed him most.

your hand flies to his hair, ‘fifteen. fifteen. thank you John, thank you,’ he grins against your cunt as the words leave your mouth in a loud moan.

his mouth opens, tongue licking down your slit, facial hair scratching you in the best way, ‘please John,’ you beg.

with that his tongue is in you, noisily slurping at your dripping cunt, his cock practically jumping at the taste as he humps at the bed.

John was great at eating pussy. he knew it. you knew it. the way his tongue flexed and expertly flicked had you begging hundreds of times over the years, the fact he could cum from pleasing you being the icing on the cake.

his arms wrap around your thighs, dragging you closer to him, his mouth making the most embarrassingly wet sounds as he eats your cunt, his eyes closed, savouring the taste.

‘fuck John, feels good, please- fuck,’ his hips move faster at your slurred praise, his hard cock physically straining in his pants as he fucks the bed.

he can feel your impending orgasm, the slight twitch in your thighs, the tightening of your hand in his hair, the way your moans managed to go six octaves higher, ‘gonna finish baby?’ he teases between your legs, his mouth not stopping their movements.

before you can even answer your orgasm rips through your body, your hips bucking wildly onto his tongue, your hand gripping his hair so tightly he hisses and cums in his pants.

your breathing is still heavy when he lays beside you, your eyes on the ceiling, ass and pussy sore, ‘’m hurting,’ you mumble to him.

‘how about i run us a bath?’ he whispers softly, pressing a kiss you your cheek, the smell of you still thick in his facial hair.

‘please.’

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'Johnny, honey i'm home,' you yell into the seemingly empty house, 'Johnny?'

you make your way into the kitchen, setting down the shopping bags on the counter. you hear a sniffle from the living room and walk towards the noise.

'Johnny baby, are you okay?" you can't see him but the shaking blob under the blankets on your sofa tells you he is under there.

you sit next to him and slowly move your hand to take the blanket off of him.

'go away please baby,' his voice is low, broken, you don't like it at all.

'what's wrong my love?' you ask, hand still on the blanket.

he sniffles again and when he makes no effort to move you pull the blanket off of him completely. there he is, your Johnny, knees bent to his chest, his eyes red and puffy. It broke your heart to see him quivering and sniffling like that. your sweet, sweet boy. So small and broken yet still so beautiful. the whites of his blue eyes had turned bloodshot, his lip quivering slightly.

"what is wrong Johnny?' you ask again, a few more tears escape his eyes.

'it's nothin' i'm bein' silly,’ his accent is particularly thick when he begins to talk, little voice broken.

'Johnny, it's okay,’ you assure him, cupping his face in your hands, 'you can tell me.'

'on the mission,' his voice breaks, 'i was tryin' to help Price take down these two guys and i missed and hit him.’

‘awh, baby,' your hand moves to his hair, 'it's okay, Price is a big guy, he will be okay.’

he finally looks at you. his face is tear stained and it breaks your heart a little.

'really?' he wipes his nose on the back of his sleeve, 'you think so?' your heart breaks a little at the sight of the man in front of you.

‘of course, we can go see him tomorrow, how's that sound?' he gives you a weak smile, eyes still glassy.

'okay,' he leans forward and gives you a big hug, "thank you baby,' he speaks into your hair.

he pulls back and you give him a kiss on the lips.

'i feel so silly,’ he wipes his eyes free of tears and chuckles to himself a little.

‘don't. it's okay to cry in front of me, you know this,' you assure him.

"thank you,' he mumbles, 'for everything.'

'don't thank me silly,’ you get up, and go into the kitchen.

you unpack all the shopping and find Johnny asleep on the sofa, a movie playing on the tv.

you walk over to him and shake his shoulder a little, the time that is displayed on the living room clock reads 9:03pm, 'Johnny baby, wake up.’

he opens his eyes a little and squints a little, 'im awake.’

"you coming to bed?" you ask.

'mhm, you coming too?' he replies, eyes shining in the light.

'of course,' you smile down at him.

you go to our shared bedroom and get in bed, Johnny comes in a moment later. he undresses and slides into bed beside you and pulls your body into his until he is spooning you.

'goodnight my love,' he whispers into your neck.

'goodnight,’ you sigh contently.

an hour or two must pass before you're awoken, Johnny is still asleep, his short breaths coming out rigid against your neck. his hips are rutting against the curve of your ass, his dick hard. he's having a wet dream.

little whines are come from his parted lips. you open your legs a little, moving until his dick is between your thighs. you close them slowly, clenching slightly. he's still sleeping when his pace picks up, pulling you closer to his chest. he's fucking your thighs at a good pace, whimpering into your neck, still sleeping.

you move my hand down to where the head of his cock pokes out from between your thighs and lay it flat. every thrust forward his tip is pushed against your hand. he gets louder at this and speeds up. humping your thighs like a deprived animal.

you smirk to yourself. you can tell when he gets close by the urgency of his thrusts. before he can cum however, you move my hand and open your legs. with nothing to rut against he lets out a huff of air. you wonder what he is dreaming about.

'Johnny,' you drag your hand up his arm that is tight around your waist, 'Johnny baby wake up,’ you push your ass against him.

he jolts awake, pulling away from you ever so slightly.

'Johnny?' you question into the darkness.

'mhm,' he responds, tiredness creeping into his voice.

"you horny?" you know he gets shy when you're vulgar.

'shh,' he scolds, knew it.

"want me to take care of you baby,' the hand on his arm reaches between your legs to stroke his dick.

he winces, 'please.’

your hand comes off of his dick and turns on the lamp at the side of your bed. you sit up and turn to look at him, his eyes are tired but his dick is rigid and swollen with need.

'lay on your back for me,' you pull the blanket off the both of you.

he obeys instantly and lays his head back on the pillows.

'good boy,’ your hand travels down his chest towards his thighs.

when you get close to his erection he bucks his hips up, so needy.

you tut, 'that how much you need me?" you give his right thigh a light slap.

his eyes are now clouded with something other than tiredness.

"yeah, just please,' he whines, bucking his hips up again, 'touch me.'

'beg,' you state simply, sitting back, legs crossed.

his eyes meet yours, then rake down your body. they falter slightly at the sight of your hard nipples but continue down til he just stares at your increasingly soaking pussy.

'Johnny,' you warn, 'my eyes are up here?’ his eyes shoot to yours, cock throbbing a little.

'beg.' you say once again, reaching for his dick but stopping just before touching him.

'please baby, please touch me. fuck, i need you so bad. make me feel good. i promise ill be a good boy, just touch me,’ he shudders when your palm comes in contact with his leaking tip.

'such a good boy, Johnny,’ you praise, finally wrapping your hand around his cock.

he closes his eyes, whines and whimpers leaving him when you begin stroking him at a slow pace, he needs more, you know this. you don't give him it though, wanting him to be a writhing mess by the time you're finished with him. he moves his hips up when you get to the head of his dick on the fifth stroke. when he does so you take your hand away.

his eyes shoot open, 'why did you stop?' his cock pulses once again.

"you get what i give you. don't take more. do you understand?' you look expectantly at him.

he nods, 'i understand.'

'so if you understand that why do you still move your hips when i'm touching you. am i not good enough? would you rather go back to sleep with an aching cock? huh? would you rather have me pressed against you all night, so close to slipping into my pussy, but knowing you can't?' you're teasing him.

'no lass, you're more than enough. i just need you so bad. please touch me again,' a streak of precum makes its way down his dick, pooling at his pelvic area.

you take a finger and follow the trail of precum up to his tip. he moans, loud, and throws his head back.

you wrap your hand around his aching erection once more and begin stroking him a little faster than before. picking up the pace when tears fall from his eyes but stop when you can feel him tighten under you, knowing he is about to cum.

you bring your hand completely away and wait for him to recover before speaking, 'we're going to play the fast and slow game, okay baby? you think you can do that for me?'

he nods, 'yes, i can do it.'

'good boy,’ you praise, 'let's get started then, start slow.’

his hand slowly begins pumping his cock, you watch him making sure his pace doesn't slow down nor quicken.

after a few moments you speak up, 'a little faster baby,’ he obeys.

the head of his cock had turned an angry red shade now, needing release.

"go as fast as you can sweetheart,' his hand moves fast, almost inhumanely so.

you see his orgasm approaching, 'stop,’ you tease, his hand stops and moves away from his cock.

‘you're doing so well baby. you're listening so good,’ he's panting and his cock leaks some more with each praise.

he gets calmed down again, 'start fast baby,’ he does so.

his strokes are messy, he needs release and he needs it soon.

‘you think you can slow down a little for me baby, and only work on the bottom half of your dick?' you ask, a plan formulated in your head.

he nods breathlessly, moving his hand down, going at a medium pace on the base of his cock. you lean over and take the top of him in your mouth.

he hisses, 'fuck baby. i'm going to cum.’ you pull your mouth away and slap his hand from his cock.

‘i'm going to suck your cock, you're going to eat my pussy. is that understood?' you plant your dripping pussy right over his face.

'yes bonnie,' he replies obediently and you lower yourself onto him.

he licks and sucks on your clit like a starved man, you grind yourself into his face and lean forward, taking his strained dick in your mouth. you take him into your mouth and hum around him, he thrusts his cock deep into your throat but you don't scold him. with the way he is devouring your pussy you don't want to stop him. he moans against your clit, hands on your hips, digging into them. he's holding you down, almost as if he didn't you'd pull away. you're still working on his cock when you cum on his tongue, a moan escapes your lips, sending vibrations down his cock. he's still sucking and licking on your pussy, sending you into overdrive. you take him deep in your mouth one more time before his nails dig into your hips and he jerks forward one more time, emptying himself into your mouth. you swallow everything and give him a few more sucks before pulling away from his dick with a pop.

"you did so good baby,’ you say, trying to lift up from his mouth, his hands are still gripped into your hips and his mouth is still working on your pussy.

'Johnny, let go or i'll make you cum another three times,' you warn.

he lets out a groan and lets you get off of his face. it's all glossy in the dim light of the lamp and it makes you chuckle.

"you look pretty,’ he comments, head tilting to the side, a wide grin on his lips.

"you look slimy,’ you crinkle your nose. he laughs but pulls you down into him, kissing you.

you can taste yourself on him and you'd be surprised if he couldn't taste himself. regardless of whether he could or not he continued kissing you like his life depended on it. only pulling away when he needed to breathe.

"thank you for taking care of me baby,' he gives you another short kiss before getting up to wash his face in your shared bathroom.

you follow him a moment later to brush your teeth. you don't speak til you are back in bed, facing each other.

you truly are my favourite thing in this entire world,' he moves a strand of hair out of your face, 'i love you so much.'

'i love you too,' you move closer and give him a long kiss, 'goodnight baby'

you turn around and turn the lamp off, Johnny moves closer to you and you both fall asleep spooning once again. this time not waking up til morning.

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𝖒𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙

𝖗𝖚𝖑𝖊𝖘

⁀➷ 𝐧𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝. 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐬𝐦, 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐚, 𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞. 𝐢 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐧𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐝.

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𝖋𝖗𝖊𝖊 𝖕𝖆𝖑𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖊

⁀➷ 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

⁀➷ 𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐟: 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐆𝐚𝐳𝐚

⁀➷ 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐞𝐯𝐚𝐜𝐮𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐚 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐆𝐚𝐳𝐚

⁀➷ 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐡

𝖍𝖊𝖑𝖕 𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖌𝖔

⁀➷ 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

⁀➷ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝𝐰𝐢𝐝𝐞: 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐨

𝖍𝖊𝖑𝖕 𝖘𝖚𝖉𝖆𝖓

⁀➷ 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

⁀➷ 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐒𝐮𝐝𝐚𝐧

⁀➷ 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐒𝐮𝐝𝐚𝐧

𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐛𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐮𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦. 𝐢𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐦 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐝𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦.