While I was arranging the closet, I found our paddle behind a stack of shoeboxes. I picked it up, ran it across my hand, and then gave my palm a hearty smack. The word SLUT was emblazoned on the paddle’s leather face.

“Stephen?” I called out, smiling.

I heard a muffled response come from downstairs. It was Sunday, our chore day, and we’d split up. He’d headed to the first floor to vacuum, while I put away the laundry and organized the shoes. I gave my hand another hearty smack with the paddle and felt a thrill run through me.

It had been a while since either one of us had been paddled. It had been a while since we’d had some sexy fun.

He finally stuck his head through the bedroom doorway and said, “Yeah, babe?”

“Done yet?” I asked innocently.

“Um… no. I haven’t started.”

Facing him, I pulled a faux frown with the paddle hidden behind my back. My pussy was pounding, and it already felt tight and plump. I pictured Stephen on his knees, eating my cunt. I also pictured his ass emblazoned with the white word SLUT amid a sea of well-spanked, red flesh.

“That’s a damn shame,” I said.

He cocked his head, looking confused.

“I thought you’d do better. Be on top of your tasks,” I said, putting some steel in my voice.

There it was: a flicker of recognition in his brown eyes. Then a look of doubt as he appeared to wonder if he was mistaken — as if he may have simply imagined something lurking beneath my tone.

I stepped entirely out of the walk-in closet and smacked my palm with the paddle good and loud. He jumped slightly, but his gaze grew warm and his fingers absentmindedly grazed his fly as he adjusted his swelling erection.

I wondered if things were getting tight in there under his zipper. I bet they were.

Immediately, his face changed, and he muttered, “Sorry.”

“Sorry, what?”

My pussy was pounding, and I shoved the hand not holding the paddle into my waistband and pushed down my yoga pants. Next went the plain white cotton panties beneath. Fortune had smiled upon me because he found those non-descript undies a great big turn-on.

“Sorry, ma’am,” he said dutifully. I was aroused by his ingratiating attitude.

I stepped toward him, leaving my small pile of clothing behind.

“Put your hands out,” I said.

He immediately put his arms up and out before him as if in offering. I placed the paddle in his open palms and ordered, “Hold this while I take off my top.”

I dragged the tank up my middle, and his eyes tracked every inch of skin as it was revealed. Then I yanked my top over my head, letting my breasts tumble free as my hair flew loose around my face.

There was no bra. Why bother? It was just chore day at home.

I took the paddle back and tapped his zipper with it — hard enough to make him jump, but not hard enough to really hurt. I wanted everything in good operational order, after all.

I popped his button, slid down his zipper and pawed at his waistband until I had no more patience and told him, “Take those off.”

He pushed his pants and underwear down and kicked them to the side, then stripped off his shirt for good measure.

I took the paddle and gently tapped the tip of his cock just to watch it bob.

“You should get on your knees,” I said. Although there was no “should” about my command, and he knew it.

He obeyed, and I stepped forward and presented my pussy to his mouth. He gave me a swipe with his tongue, and I gave a grunt as if he’d displeased me.

I stared down at him, tipping up his chin with the edge of the paddle as I said, “Did I tell you to lick?”

He shook his head and said, “No.”

I glared at him and demanded, “No, what?”

“No, ma’am,” he responded.

“Hmm,” I replied, pretending to think before I ordered, “On your hands and knees. We need to remind you to wait for instructions and not just do whatever you want.”

I glanced at his cock and was pleased to see his dick stood out like a divining rod.

I moved to his side, making sure he could still see me in his peripheral vision as I bent low and whispered, “You’re a bad, bad boy.”

Then I laid into him, giving him six swats on the ass with the paddle. Every time a blow landed, my pussy got wetter — and his ass took on an even deeper shade of pink.

I stood in front of him once more and said, “Now let’s try again.”

I pushed my pussy to his lips.

“May I?” he asked reverently. “May I eat you?”

“Yes, you may,” I told him, cupping the back of his head and pushing his face into my pussy. He went at me furiously. My arousal was so high every drag of his tongue was heaven. I bumped my hips forward and tugged his hair.

I was so close to coming. So close. I exhaled long and hard, shivering and releasing a little moan.

And that’s when Stephen sat back on his haunches.

I looked down at him and breathlessly asked, “What are you doing?”

“Waiting,” he said, smiling smugly.

Uh-oh, I thought.

I tried to put that steel back in my voice and answered, “Waiting for me to what? Not to come — because you didn’t follow through.”

“And I won’t. I’m still waiting,” he said, getting to his feet.

I wanted to groan with frustration, but I swallowed it down. My pussy was literally pounding with need, and I shifted from foot to foot.

“For what?” I asked again, as if I didn’t already know.

He plucked the paddle from my fingers.

“If you want to come, darling, you better figure it out.”

“Please,” I said, instinctively knowing he wanted me to beg.

“Sorry?” He cupped his hand around the shell of his ear as if he hadn’t heard me.

“Please,” I repeated, in the same tone and at the same volume.

He tapped me on the hip with the paddle and insisted, “Louder.”

But I stood my ground.

He grabbed my wrist, turned me around and laid a strong blow across the meat of my ass. I hissed and felt my trem-bling pussy gush with a fresh wave of arousal.

“Louder,” he demanded.

I said nothing.

He landed another harsh blow on my ass, followed by another.

“Please!” I finally barked.

“That’s better,” he said.

He gave me a few more swats, and then he said, “I think it’s time you get on your knees.”

I dropped like a stone, willing to do anything to get the orgasm that was just out of my reach. I parted my lips without thought and stuck out my tongue to show him I was eager to suck him off — if that’s what it took for me to get off. My hand strayed to my pussy, and he immediately snapped the end of the paddle against my knuckles.

“Do not do that,” he said sternly.

I whimpered helplessly.

“It’s always fun when the tables turn,” he said teasingly. “Now it’s time for you to suck my cock.”

Stephen dragged the head of his dick along the length of my lower lip. I extended my tongue to lap at him. He grabbed a handful of my hair and pushed his cock into my mouth. He dragged his shaft out slowly, looking me right in the eye, before thrusting it back in. I sucked on him, hollowing out my cheeks. He groaned and pushed back in once more. I felt the crown of his cock brush the back of my throat.

He withdrew all the way and left me gasping and moving toward him with my lips. He brushed me off and instead held out his hand. I took it and stood, my legs a bit wobbly and my cunt very, very wet.

He pushed me on the bed, and I bounced on the mattress. During a more typical encounter, I’d have squealed and laughed. But we weren’t having a typical encounter. I was so hot and so horny that I simply flung myself onto my back.

“Please,” I said softly, wanting and needing him to give me relief.

He dropped the paddle and took pity on me. He climbed onto the bed and lay beside me. His hand slid down my belly and over my mound, before parting my pussy lips. He dragged his fingertip over my clitoris, and I jumped. He pushed a thick finger inside me and curled it, and I jumped again.

He worked me that way until I was panting, my body a taut line of desire. He added a second finger and curled both digits, dragging the tips of his fingers against my G-spot. The pressure rocked me, then it all slid away as the pleasure built and then built some more.

“You’re extremely wet. You’re drenched,” he whispered.

He moved his fingers in and out, and every time he thrust deep, he’d hit that perfect spot. He dragged his thumb over my clit, wriggling against it teasingly.

I was so close, and he could be evil — but I begged him to give me what I needed with another desperate, “Please.”

He finally gave in at the very last moment, leaning over when I was just about to come and kissing me square on the pussy. As I clenched around his driving fingers, he gave my clit a long lick. I shivered under him, coming like gang-busters, sighing long and hard.

He repositioned himself, pushing between my thighs and driving his cock deep inside me, while my insides still quiv-ered from the force of my orgasm. He shut his eyes and found his rhythm. I let him get into it — really into it. Then I clamped my thighs around his, inhibiting his movement as best I could.

His eyes flew open, and he gave me a look. But he knew. He knew what I was doing.

“Oh, I’m sorry, did you want to come?” I asked mockingly.

He chuckled, even as I used my body to piston up and flip him over.

When he was on his back, I hopped atop him. I straddled his pelvis and pushed his arms up to either side of his head as I dangled my tits in his face.

“Well?” I ground my hips from side to side, so he could feel the heat and swell of my pussy lips against him as my juices further slickened his cock.

“I do. I do want to come.”

“Huh, imagine that.”

I got up to rummage through my dresser until I found two silk scarves. I tied his arms to the bedposts, brushing my nipples over his hairy chest as I worked. I relished the way his eyes tracked my every move. I made sure I brushed my tits over his lips, one at a time. When he was able to latch on, he suckled each of my nipples desperately — but each time, I also pulled away.

I licked a hot line down his torso. He grunted, and I moved horizontally from one hip to the other, peppering his body with kisses. The whole time I kept eye contact with him.

“You really are a piece of work,” he said.

I reached down to stroke the inside of his thigh. He shifted, guessing what was coming next. I pinched him, trapping a tiny bit of skin between my fingertips and squeezing hard. He gasped but his gloriously hard cock — oh, it bobbed jovi-ally.

He liked that little bite of pain. He liked to be at my mercy as much as I liked to be at his.

I pinched him again, and his hips jumped.

I moved to the other thigh. I traced spirals on his skin and watched his cock twitch. I licked my lips, making sure he saw me do it.

He inadvertently tested his bonds by jerking spasmodically, but I’d tied him well. His hands stayed put.

Pinch, pinch and then a lick.

He made an animalistic sound that set my insides quivering.

I moved to his other side. Pinch… pinch… pinch… lick.

He groaned. It was a sound of hopeless longing.

“You hush,” I said, sitting back.

He hushed.

I worked my way to where his thighs met his crotch. I licked him there, then I pinched him hard.

He bucked and he hissed, but he didn’t say a word.

I sucked his cock into my mouth, pressing my palms against his hips. I held him down and took my time sliding my lips down his thickness.

But when he thrust up, I backed off.

“Sorry… sorry,” he muttered apologetically, acknowledging his submissive role.

I pinched his stomach and watched the muscles beneath his skin dance from the sting.

He bucked again, his cock as hard as ever, and I smiled.

I sucked his cockhead into my mouth, rolled my tongue over his crown, and finally sat back on my haunches as I said, “I’d like to ride your dick until I come.”

“What if I just go ahead and come — and ruin all your fun?” he asked.

“Go ahead,” I said, shrugging. “If that’s how you want to play it.”

But I knew he wouldn’t do that, if he could help it. I sank down on his dick halfway and hovered there, steady and waiting.

“That’s not how I want to play it,” he gasped, confirming what I already knew.

Stephen pushed up from beneath me, and I considered stopping my movement again to teach him a lesson. Instead, I just pinched the skin above his pubic hair. I watched it blanch, and then flush a rosy pink color.

“Fuck,” he sighed.

I rode him the way I needed, grinding his cock against my G-spot. My cunt was lush and wet, and every time I slammed my body down to take him, pleasure swirled through me. The intensity of my ecstasy kept rising. I was lean-ing over him, clasping his shoulders and swaying as if to music only I could hear.

He thrust up inside me, both eager to please and wanting to come as bad as I did. We were both hovering on the edge.

“Undo my hands, please,” he said. “I want to touch you. Please. Please!”

He knew that begging got me off. I finally relented. I untied one of his bonds and sank back down on his prick. The reentry was bliss. I began to ride him once again, but Stephen begged once more, pleading, “The other? Please, love?”

I sighed but decided to show mercy. I reached up to free his other hand — and that’s when he grabbed me and swiftly turned me over.

We tussled in bed, each of us trying to gain the upper hand, each of us panting and sweating — and each of us badly wanting to come.

We ended with him on top of my back. My breasts and belly were pressed to the soft mattress. I felt his cock sliding along the crack of my ass. As he gyrated, his erection slipped lower and brushed my pussy, but then he broke contact.

I found myself pushing back and arching up, wanting him to sink into my wetness. I was no longer interested in top-ping or being topped in particular. I was most interested in fucking and coming and letting my body get swept away by bliss.

I pushed back against him again, splaying my fingers against the bed as a sign of submission. He hummed eagerly at the sight. He knew me well enough to know what that gesture meant.

His cock revisited my slit without actually sinking inside me.

“Fuck me,” I begged.

Stephen inched into me, keeping me pinned beneath him. My legs were flat and close together, making the friction of his entry even more intense for me. He suddenly pulled back, and I gasped.

“Calm down,” he said with a chuckle. He yanked my hips, pulling me up onto my knees to give himself a better angle. I gleefully reared back toward him and wiggled my ass playfully.

“Truce?” I proposed.

He smacked my ass hard enough to make me jump and giggle.

I waited for him to echo me. Instead, he gave me three more spanks that took my breath away.

“Stephen, I asked you for a tru — ”

He reached beneath me and gave my pussy one rollicking smack. I gasped, and he slid his dick into me.

“Yeah, I know. Sorry. I just needed to get in a few more,” he said.

He gave me a couple of luxurious strokes of his dick, letting his fingers drag across my back, and I shivered.

“Truce is in effect,” Stephen finally said. He grabbed my hips and yanked me toward him as I pushed back to take his driving cock.

I moaned, loving the feel of him filling me up. When he retreated, I shoved back to keep him on point. I felt my pleas-ure swell, a warm flowing river of goodness that had me panting and gripping the bedding.

With one hand on my shoulder and the other wrapped in my hair, he thrust his hips forward vigorously.

I shivered, putting my head down on the mattress. I slid my hand beneath my body and smacked my clit, mimicking what he’d done. The thump of my hand made my clit sing. I did it again and then again, feeling my pussy grow ever wetter.

He tugged me to him, fucking me hard, as he said, “I’m going to come in you. So hard. I’m going to fill you up. I’m so fucking hot for you.”

All that pounding, coupled with his dirty words, seemed to trigger my climax. I came with my body shaking and my face pressed against the mattress.

He fucked me faster, and then he squeezed my hips as he unleashed his load. His body slammed against me roughly as he surrendered to his orgasm.

It had been awhile since our last power play, but with another longing look at the paddle, I decided our next time would be very soon.