Walking in the front door, I dropped my bag on the floor and said to my husband, “Spank me, Daddy.”

I sat down on his lap, blocking his view of the tablet in his hand. David had been reading the news. He glanced at me as I wriggled impatiently.

It only took a moment for his cock to grow hard beneath me.

He put down his tablet and hooked his arms around my waist. “Did someone have a bad day at work?”

I nodded. “Yes, bad. Bad, bad, bad.”

He slid his hand up my thigh, pushing the hem of my dress upward.

“Was it Stephanie?”

I wriggled some more. “Yes, that cunt Stephanie. I might have to kill her.”

“You don’t want to do that, sweetheart. You’re too pretty for... Read More