Sometimes, I like being punished.
My husband is one of the kindest, gentlest men I know, but when he gets turned on, and dirty, the tone he takes with me is enough to make me wonder how much is really an act.
I think he gets enjoyment from my pain, from my sense of fear. The fear he instills in me.
Take tonight, for example.
My only two asks today were to put away the dry cleaning and to make a batch of cookies. Sure, easy enough. But the entire time he was at work, I couldn’t stop myself from fantasizing about what he might do to me if I disobeyed those asks.
So when he turned the key in the lock at 3 this morning, tired from a long evening of work, the clothes were still laid across the back of the couch, and no cookies were on the counter. I heard his sigh.
“I thought you’d put away the laund…”
“I’m sorry, baby. I was bad. I know. I let you down.”
“It was lazy of me. You deserve better. I bet you want to punish me.”
Then he got it. He wasn’t mad. He didn’t actually care. But now he knew the game. He was about to get a chance to ruin me if he wanted. But what would he want? It’s a risk, instigating these games, but I’ve been so turned on today, I had to take a chance. Maybe he’d go a little easy on me. Just slap my ass, hard, a few times and fuck me from behind, pulling my hair a bit.
He walked to the closet and pulled out the leather box of toys. The box reserved for special occasions. I hadn’t seen this box in months. My heart crept into my throat and I started to get nervous, yet my pussy was throbbing wet.
“Yes sir,” I whispered. Waiting.
“Run me a bath. I’ll be there in a minute,” he demanded, carrying the box to the bed, carefully choosing his weapons. I knew most of what was in there: normal sized dildos. Benwaa balls. A glass anal plug, a rabbit vibrator. Nothing too frightening, just a box full of toys. Perhaps my game wouldn’t be too scary at all.
Once his bath was full, topped with bubbles, he sank in to his chest. Our tub is freestanding, with a nice wide edge, perfect for laying back and relaxing with arms outstretched.
“All you had to do was hang up 5 shirts,” he groaned, feigning disgust. “I don’t ask for much.”
“I know,” I apologized. Waiting.
“Put this on, can you at least to that you lazy fucking slut,” he spat, handing me a silk blindfold. Not too scary was starting to seem like a distant hope. I put it on.
I heard him moving about in the water, sloshing, and knew he was removing something from the box. I had no idea what it was, but I was dripping wet with anticipation. The blindfold and his tone of voice were unusual…maybe he really did want to punish me.
“Hold out your hand. You’re going to do as I say, when I say, and only speak to please me.”
I swallowed hard, actually nervous. I outstretched my hand. He poured a liquid into it. Not water, I knew. Oil. Drippy, soft oil. He guided my cupped hands nearer to the side of the tub, only a few inches from his face.
Grease it? Grease what, I wondered, until he laid my hands over a hard, veined, enormous dildo. It must have been 12 inches tall, maybe more, and bigger around than any dildo I’ve ever encountered. I couldn’t get my palm fully around it. He had suctioned it to the edge of the tub, eye level for his viewing pleasure. I don’t think my mind understood what was about to happen, but my pussy did. I was panicked, and oozing at the same time.
“You can’t expect..” I started saying, only to be shushed. “Turn around. Ass to me. No talking.”
I did as I was told.
I heard his hand emerge from the water. A wet finger slid inside of me, warm and soapy. Then another. Just as I started breathing again, his free hand pushed my back forward, exposing my ass and pussy to his face. Without removing his fingers, he licked me, hard, then shoved a finger in my ass.
“No sound,” he sternly warned.
After a couple of minutes of being violated by his aggressive fingers, he slid them out, allowing me to breathe. My relief was short lived.
“Get on it. Now!”
I didn’t know how. Or if i could. It was huge, definitely bigger than anything I’ve ever had in me. And, I couldn’t see. I wasn’t sure what to do.
He took my hand and placed the dildo in it, so that I knew how to begin. “Facing away?” I asked.
“Yes, for now.”
With my left hand, I spread my lips as best I could, trying to make room for this monster. When the cold head found me, I ached. It was too big. Too hard. There was no way.
I felt his hand rubbing the giant fake cock, adding more lube, covering my lips as well.
And I started to slide.
The enormity of it stretched me wider than I knew possible, filling me in places I didn’t know I had. I groaned in a way I never have. It was smoother than I imagined, yet ribbed in all the right ways. It hurt like a motherfucker and yet excited me at the same time.
“Ride it, bitch. Fucking ride it.”
Slowly, I tried. I pushed myself up and down using the side of the tub as leverage, letting the cock penetrate me over and over. I could feel his breath on my ass as he watched me take it. I wondered what he was thinking. As I slid back onto it, slowly, I felt his hand grab my waist, then once again, he began to finger my ass.
I nearly came.
I had never been so full, in all my body, at once. It was overwhelming and otherworldly. I wanted to cum so badly, but knew I couldn’t with that giant cock inside of me. I just couldn’t.
He started forcing me to ride it faster. Harder. I thought I may rip open, but at the same time, it felt amazing. Over and over his hand forcing me down, harder each time, and his finger went farther inside my tight little ass.
And then? He stopped. What happened next is a whole other story…