Saturday morning was a typical weekend morning.

And by “typical” I mean having a ball gag in my mouth, a pretty blue plug up my butt, and being cuffed facedown on my king-size bed as the shimmering rays of dawn streamed in through my window. Poetic? Maybe. Erotic? Definitely! That’s the position I was in, and my pussy couldn’t have been wetter. In fact, my entire body was primed and ready. Typical.

Some weekends, my husband and I have chores to do, or we find ourselves “tied up” with various obligations. But whenever we can, Matthew and I schedule a massively sexy S&M weekend that begins as soon as we leave our workweek behind on Friday evening and doesn’t end until the alarm blasts us awake on Monday morning. For as many of those hours as we can handle, we dedicate ourselves to our love affair with the kinkier side of sexual pleasure.

The night before, I’d tied Matthew up and performed a sexy striptease in front of him until his dick leaked pre-come and his eyes begged me for release. He hadn’t been able to ask me to take pity on him because of the gag in his mouth, but I had used my hand, sheathed in a velvet glove, to milk his cock to a glorious orgasm. The next morning was payback. My favorite kind of payback. I was completely at his mercy and loving every second of my helplessness.

My husband absolutely understood the state of anticipation I was in. I kept wriggling my hips on the mattress, insisting with my body that he take care of me. He was pretending he didn’t notice my desperation. At least, at first. Then he smacked my ass with his bare palm and told me to behave.

“Don’t make me get the paddle,” he cautioned.

“Make me” was the comical part of the statement. Cuffed as I was, I couldn’t make him do anything.

“If you can’t stay still, I’m going to give you such a spanking,” he continued.

That sexy threat amped up my arousal even further. I like when he spanks my bottom — especially when I have a plug tucked between my rear cheeks. That naughty device intensifies my pain and my pleasure.

“If I have to get the paddle, I’m going to make you count each swat. You understand that, don’t you?”

Promises, promises, I thought. I was lucky the ball gag was in place. My mouth would have gotten me in even more trouble than my writhing body already had.

Without the gag, I would have egged him on, been a brat, if only to force him to make good on his filthy promise.

“Now, let’s see if you can behave yourself,” Matthew said in a taunting tone. Then he was naked, standing in front of me, pulling away the gag and repositioning me so he could brush the bulbous head of his cock against my lips.

I opened up and stuck out my tongue, ready to tease him. That won me a shake of his head. He hadn’t told me I could lick him; he’d given no such order yet. The endorphins coursing through my body were clouding my judgment and making me impatient.

“Shall we try again?”

My whole body was trembling. I wanted to try again. I wanted to show him I could behave. But I also wanted to fail and make him punish me.

I wondered which want would win out.

“Now, Candace, I’m going to place my cock against your lips.”

His voice was low and soothing as if he was trying to hypnotize me with its cadence. But I knew better than to relax. I had to be on my guard in these situations.

“See?” he continued. “That’s just the tip of my cock resting against your lips. But you’re not going to open your mouth until I give you the order.”

It was a mean trick. If I answered him verbally, I’d be failing him by opening my mouth to speak. So I shook my head instead. I hoped he’d accept a nonverbal response, which wasn’t always the case.

Matthew laughed in response, a low hungry sound, and then said, “Good girl. Now that you understand, we can move on. Part those pretty lips of yours and let me in. You’re going to make my cock nice and wet.”

“Yes, Sir,” I said, and he thrust inward on my words. He lunged so quickly my mouth was full of dick in no time, and my pussy was tightening at the rude shock of it all. It turns me on to turn him on. I love sucking my husband’s cock, and I love it even more when he fucks my face and uses me for his satisfaction.

He’d told me what he expected of me, and I would not let him down. I used my lips and tongue to slicken up his dick, bobbing my head as he plunged his shaft in and out of my mouth.

I closed my eyes as I sucked him, reveling in the fact that my husband has such an enormous cock. He let me lick the head of it like a lolly before I took as much of his shaft into my mouth and throat as I could. Only when I had warmed and wet him entirely did he pull away.

I thought he would fuck me then, though I wasn’t sure where or how. I turned my head and saw him reach for the paddle. I shivered with an intoxicating mix of fear and delight.

“Candace,” he said, standing by my side, so I could lock eyes with him. “You have a choice. Either I can fuck you right now. Or I can spank you, and then tongue your pussy until you come. And then fuck you.”

Oh, the choices were so delicious. Which route to take? I bit my lip and stared at the paddle. I really wanted his tongue on my clit, but I’d have to earn it by accepting his punishment. I looked at Matthew standing there with his rock-hard cock. I could feel how wet my pussy was without even touching myself. I replied, “Spank me.”

“What was that?”

“I’d like a spanking, Sir,” I said. “Please.”

“I knew you’d want that. My bad girl will always choose to have a hot bottom — especially if it means her pussy will get eaten.”

Matthew positioned me properly across his thighs, with my hands still cuffed behind my back. I could feel his hard-on pulsing beneath me as the spanking began. I love the sensation of his skin smacking against my skin, but I made the mistake, however, of moaning. It was clear to both of us that the pain of the spanking was also bringing me pleasure. That’s when he introduced the paddle — to make a point, I think. He pressed the smooth surface to my already hot ass and said, “Ten, Candy. Count.”

That shouldn’t have been a difficult assignment. But then he wriggled the butt plug between my cheeks, and I almost climaxed right then. So when he landed the first blow, I still was lost in that dirty haze of bliss. I’d already forgotten what I was supposed to do.

“Candace…”

His tone itself was a stern enough warning.

“One!” I barked.

“Faster,” he said, and then the next few spanks fell like rain. I was counting quickly with him, for him: “Two, three, four…”

He paused to play with the plug once more. I squeezed my eyes shut tightly and held my breath. Then he resumed the spanking, and I thought I might come by the time he’d reached eight, but I managed to hold off. Then he stopped again to pull out the plug. I felt my asshole spasming and clenching around nothing. The last two blows were the hardest ones yet.

“Nine! Ten!” I cried out. Then he was unfastening my cuffs and pushing me off his lap. He wanted me on my back. I wanted that, too. Because he’d promised — promised to use his tongue to get me off before he fucked me.

I didn’t care that my ass was hot and throbbing. All I wanted was his tongue. His magic, knowledgeable tongue. He tied me to the bed, faceup and spread-eagle.

He knew the spanking had already set my orgasm in motion. I was teetering on the brink. But Matthew took his time, extending my anticipation — and my sweet torture. He got between my spread legs, and then did nothing. Absolutely nothing. I wanted his tongue on my clit. Or his fingers. I wanted something.

Please, Matthew, I prayed silently. Something. Let me loose. Take me there!

“To my delight, relief and great blossoming desire, he kissed my clit.”

But he was in no rush. He parted my nether lips, and then to my delight, relief and great blossoming desire, he finally kissed my clit. That’s all. A kiss. What might have been chaste on another day, or in another way, sparked my orgasm as if he’d struck a match. I would have held on to his shoulders if I hadn’t   been tied. I would have wrapped my thighs around him if I’d had the slack, but I didn’t.

He began to make love to my pussy with his mouth. I beat my hips on the mattress. He repeatedly plunged his fingers inside my cunt while he suckled on my clit. I told him I couldn’t hold on, a breath before I came for the second time, and then I creamed all over his face. After that he didn’t go slowly. He was up and jamming his cock inside me. I think I was still coming. Or maybe he’d triggered a series of multiple orgasms — because it felt as if I kept climaxing during the whole ride.

“I love our S&M Saturdays and Sundays,” Matthew said.

I looked over at the clock. It was only 10 a.m. We had the rest of the weekend to play.

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