My husband and I are both involved in law enforcement.

I’m a detective on the local police force, and he’s an attorney. A lot of people think that makes me the more powerful partner in our relationship, since my job is more rough-and-tumble, but that’s not how it is at all. At work, I may be a dominant woman with a harsh attitude, but at home, it’s Richard who’s the dominant one — at least in the bedroom.

When it comes to sex play, we prefer a dominant/submissive relationship. After a long day at work, I like having someone I love and trust take control of me, and I know Richard enjoys it, too.

When I got home from work last Friday, Richard was waiting for me at the door, a pair of handcuffs dangling from one hand. As soon as I saw the cuffs, I knew I was in trouble — and I was thrilled!

“You’re late again,” he told me. “And you didn’t call. You know what that means.” It meant I was about to be punished, and that seemed like the perfect end to a long Friday.

As soon as the door was closed, he ordered me to strip, and I shed my clothes slowly, doing the most seductive striptease I could manage, considering my excitement. He watched, amused by my attempts to arouse him, but I could tell that he was turned-on, too.

When I was naked, Richard cuffed my wrists behind my back and guided me into our bedroom. He helped me kneel on the floor, then moved around in front of me. While I was naked, Richard was still fully dressed, but as soon as I was on my knees, he pulled off his belt and unzipped his fly. His cock was already hard, and when he pulled his pants open, it immediately sprang out. It was right in front of my face, and the tip bobbed only an inch from my lips. I wanted to suck it into my mouth, but I knew I couldn’t do anything until Richard told me to.

I had to remind myself over and over again not to act until I was given permission. And Richard was in no rush to grant it. With a hand wrapped around the base of his cock, he stood almost perfectly still, only moving his hips slightly to bump my lips with his dick and tease me further. It was nearly impossible to not react, but I tried my hardest to control my desires as long as I could.

Finally, he rested his dick against my lips and commanded me to open my mouth. His cockhead slid easily between my lips, and I sucked him in deeper. Richard jerked backward, pulling his cock out of my mouth, and scolded me. “I never told you to suck,” he said. “You’re to do only what I tell you, nothing more. Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir,” I replied, chastened.

I waited, my lips wrapped around his dick once more, until he pushed forward again. This time, though, I made sure not to suck or swirl my tongue without being told. I didn’t want to upset my master again. He stroked in and out of my mouth a few times before he let me act. When he did, I followed his orders to a T. When he said to suck, I sucked, and when he said to lick, I licked. He knew exactly what he wanted, and he directed me to do it, but soon enough he was getting excited, and he finally let me do whatever I wanted — at least as far as sucking his dick was concerned.

I sucked and slurped with all I had, not wanting to disappoint him. I usually jerk my husband’s cock when I give him head, but without the use of my hands, I had to make do with only my lips and tongue. I made sure to slide my mouth back and forth, stroking him with my lips. My tongue swirled around the head when I slid back, then traced lines up and down the shaft as I took him deeper. I knew Richard was enjoying my attention, but I was having a good time, too. I love sucking my husband’s dick, and doing it while in the midst of our dom/sub game was even better. I loved the challenge!

Richard was on the verge of a climax when he pulled out of my mouth while I was mid-suck. His dick popped out from between my lips, surprising me, and I gaped up at my master, waiting for his next command.

“You didn’t make me come,” he scolded a moment later. “Did you not think I would want to come?”

“No, sir. I’m sorry, sir,” I apologized. We both knew he would have come if he’d given me another moment, but it was all part of the game, so I played along.

“I wanted to come,” he said again. “But because you didn’t let me, you must be punished.”

My pussy tingled when he said that, and I knew I was about to get spanked. Whenever he thinks I’ve misbehaved (or whenever he wants to pretend I’ve misbehaved), I always get a spanking. And Richard knows exactly how to deliver the perfect punishment.

He zipped his dick back into his pants, letting me know that I wasn’t getting any action until after my punishment, then he moved behind me. He grabbed my arms and helped me onto my feet before guiding me over to the bed. He sat down on the edge of the mattress and pulled me over his lap. He hadn’t put me over his knee in a long time, and I got more aroused as I felt his hard-on pressing against my stomach while I lay across his sturdy thighs. I wiggled a bit to get into the correct position, and then I waited for Richard to deliver the first thrilling smack.

His initial slap was gentle, but it ignited a fire in me. I couldn’t wait to feel my ass get warm as my husband’s palm hit my butt over and over again.

The second smack was a little harder, and I bit my lip to stop the moan that wanted to break free. Letting my husband hear how much I enjoy my punishment is a surefire way to end my spanking early, and I didn’t want that. So I sucked down my sounds of pleasure and waited in silence for the next strike.

Each smack got progressively harder, and my ass jiggled as he made contact. It felt good, though, and as my flesh got warmer and warmer, it got harder for me to keep my excitement to myself. When I felt my juices start to drip out of my pussy, I knew they were going to soak into Richard’s pants. And unlike a moan, I couldn’t try to hold in my pussy juice. I knew the second my wetness had seeped into my husband’s slacks, because his cock twitched against me through his pants. Feeling my excitement had obviously turned him on, and I hoped that meant he would give me what I wanted — what we both wanted — instead of punishing me more and making me wait.

It seemed Richard needed a minute to decide on his course of action, and he continued to spank me as he thought about what to do. His smacks weren’t as hard as they had been, but it was enough to keep my arousal up, and with each slap, drops of juice dribbled out of my pussy and onto my husband’s pants.

After a half-dozen spanks, it seemed Richard had made up his mind, and he stood up, nearly dropping me to the floor. He acted quickly to catch me, however, immediately helping me to my feet and then getting me onto the bed. He left my handcuffs in place and positioned me facedown on my knees. I propped myself up on my shoulder and looked back at him as he shed his clothes with record speed.

As he stripped out of his pants, his rock-hard cock sprung up and bobbed several times before he grabbed it and aimed it at my pussy. He started to push into me, then stopped and looked at me. “You’re not to climax until I tell you it’s okay,” he said. “After your behavior, you’re lucky I’m going to let you come at all.”

“Yes, sir,” I said, knowing I’d have to try hard to make sure I didn’t come before I was supposed to.

Richard started to thrust into my pussy, his hips slapping against mine as he did. When he fucks me, he usually starts off slow and builds up to a quicker pace, but he was so turned-on by our game that he didn’t bother taking his time. He started off with deep, rapid strokes, and as he got closer to his orgasm, I felt his dick begin to throb. The closer he got, though, the more aroused I became, and when he felt my pussy get wetter and start to clench around his cock, he pulled back and forced me to calm down. He reminded me that he was going to come first, and if I wanted him to let me come, too, I’d better pull myself together.

When my breathing returned to normal, he pushed into me again. I tried to control my urge to climax, and I let Richard pound into me at full force as he tried to get off. He was so excited that it only took him another minute of thrusting before he came. He didn’t stop moving until he was spent, and then he finally allowed me to come, reaching under my body and fingering my clit until I exploded.

Only after I came did he uncuff my wrists, and I rolled onto my side. Richard joined me a minute later, curling up next to me for a nap. Our game was over — at least for a little while.