Her flirtatious behavior makes her fiancé lay down the law — and pick up his paddle!

Whenever Jack thinks I’ve been too much of a flirt, he likes to “punish” me. Of course, I love the spankings he gives me when I’ve been a bad girl, so instead of deterring me, his usual reaction only makes me flirt more. Sometimes I’ll even tell him I’ve flirted with other men when I haven’t, in hopes that he’ll believe me and decide I need to be taught a lesson. Usually, though, I only misbehave when he’s watching, wanting both of us to enjoy my misdeeds.

Take last weekend’s dinner party. The weather was unseasonably warm, and our neighbors decided to have a barbecue to celebrate the first signs of spring. Most of our block showed up, as did some of the hosts’ friends from work. They had a packed house. The best part, though, was that there were quite a few attractive male guests. Jack hadn’t given me a spanking in a few weeks, and I was craving a nice ass-warming, so I spent most of the evening chatting up the men I didn’t know, batting my eyes and giggling at their jokes and making sure that Jack saw everything. My fiancé knew my actions were only for show and that I would never actually cheat on him, but he also knew that when I was that flirtatious, I really wanted him to put me in my place.

When we got home that night, Jack did his best not to smile as he scolded me for my behavior. “You’re such a tease,” he told me. “Do you know what you must do to those men? And how do you think it makes me look, my fiancée throwing herself at everyone in sight?”

“I’m sorry,” I said, feigning remorse. “I didn’t mean to do that.”

Jack laughed. “You think I don’t know you acted that way on purpose?” he queried. “I know what you’re up to,” he continued, “but that’s okay. If you want to be punished, I’m glad to do the honors. But you’re going to have to earn it.”

My pussy got wet as I thought about what his words could mean, and I hoped whatever he had in mind wouldn’t take too long. His sudden switch from annoyed fiancé to controlling taskmaster was turning me on, and I was already desperate for release. I clamped my mouth shut and nodded my understanding, then waited for his first command.

After having me undress completely, Jack ordered me to suck his cock. He stood in the middle of the living room, arms crossed in front of him, and told me to get to work, so I dropped to my knees and crawled over to him. I unzipped his khaki pants and parted the flaps before reaching into his boxers and pulling out his semi-erect cock. I was determined to get him all the way up before taking him into my mouth. I wrapped my hands around his cock, one at the base and the other halfway up the shaft, then started jerking him off. I twisted my hands around his dick as I caressed his length, and every few strokes, I teasingly ran a thumb over his crown. It wasn’t long before he was rock-hard. Then I took him between my lips.

I kept one hand on his shaft while I licked and sucked him, but my other hand wandered between his legs to play with his balls. When I began pulling gently on his scrotum, he groaned loudly, letting me know I was doing a good job. A moment later, his hands fisted in my long hair as he guided my head back and forth on his shaft, and I knew he was about to reach climax. I flicked my tongue against his cockhead and squeezed his dick in my fist, urging him on, then swallowed hungrily as he shot a stream of come down my throat. I moaned as his seed slid over my tongue, knowing that I’d soon receive the punishment I wanted.

Before I’d even finished swallowing, Jack pulled out of my mouth and helped me to my feet. He guided me to the couch and had me lean over the arm, my breasts dangling on one side and my ass sticking up in the air. As soon as I was in position, he got behind me and started to spank me with his bare hand.

“That was a good blowjob,” he admitted, “but it didn’t make up for your poor behavior at the party today. What have I told you about your little games of seduction?”

“You said I’m not allowed to seduce anyone but you, dear,” I responded as he smacked my right cheek, making my words come out in a gasp.

“And yet you were behaving like a tease all evening,” he said reproachfully. “I don’t think this spanking will be enough to teach you a lesson.”

I didn’t respond, wanting to see what he would say next. But he didn’t say anything. Instead, he stopped spanking me and walked away, leaving me hanging over the couch. I wanted to follow him or call him back, but I had no idea what he was up to, so I stayed where I was and hoped he’d return soon. He took a few minutes, but he eventually came back. He pulled me off the couch and led me into the dining room, where I saw several implements laid out on the table. He sat down in one of the straight-back chairs and ordered me to lie across his lap, ass up. Then he started spanking me again, this time using an old wooden paddle. Each slap of the wood against my ass stung, but it also excited me, and I felt my pussy dripping onto his khakis. While his spanking was intense, it was also bringing me closer to climax. There was no way I could deny my arousal.

Jack delivered a dozen swats with the wooden paddle before he switched tools. Next up was a slim leather paddle that felt much sharper. I had to bite my tongue to keep from moaning, knowing that making noise would only annoy him further.

After nearly two dozen swats from the leather paddle, Jack stopped again and chose a third toy: a textured rubber paddle with little pyramid shapes carved into it. Each time it struck me, I felt the rounded points dig into my ass. I’d never seen that paddle before, and I wondered when Jack had bought it. I couldn’t think about it too long, though, because he continued to paddle me and command my attention. I was squirming wildly, and he threatened to withhold my orgasm if I didn’t stay still. My ass was on fire, but I was seriously aroused. I imagined I could come even without Jack’s fingers on my pussy, but I didn’t want to be denied that joy, so I tried really hard to control myself.

When I’d been still for a full minute — which felt like an hour to me — Jack stopped paddling me and started to rub my warm ass with his hand. “Do you think you’ve had enough?” he asked, and I quickly nodded yes. He didn’t bother with the usual lecture after that. I guess he could tell how much I needed to come. Instead, while his left hand caressed my burning cheeks, his right hand slipped between my thighs and he began stroking my pussy. With only a few gentle strokes of his finger against my clit, I felt my cunt spasm and then release, gushing juices all over his hand and leg.

Jack rubbed my ass for a few more minutes, helping to calm me down, and then asked if I thought I’d finally learned my lesson. “Of course not,” I replied. “You’ll probably need to give me a refresher soon.” Jack laughed at my boldness and assured me that he’d be happy to remind me of the rules whenever I felt I needed it. Then he helped me to my feet and led me to our bedroom, where we made love until early the next morning.

As long as Jack is around to keep punishing me, I’ll never stop flirting with other men, but I’d ever take it any further. I wouldn’t give up Jack’s punishments for anything.

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