Once a month, my in-laws have all the grandkids stay at their house for the weekend, leaving the parents free from Friday evening till Sunday dinner. We joke that it’s their way of ensuring there will be additional grandchildren, but seriously, my husband and I really enjoy being able to indulge our sexual appetites without worrying about being heard by the kids, so we screw all over the house, walk around nude or in our underwear, and use our toys.

This Saturday morning, I was in the mood for something special. When my husband went to the kitchen to make pancakes, instead of going to make the rest of breakfast, I washed up, put on my favorite super-short nightie and panties, and went back to bed. When Dave came to see what was keeping me, I was in bed, lying on my stomach with one hand across my butt and between my legs.

“What the hell, Janie?” Dave said, and the deep, almost angry tone of his voice got my cunt wet. I’d hoped he’d realize what game I was playing.

“I don’t feel like getting up yet, and you can’t make me!” I whined, pouting my lips for full effect. I love to play the slutty brat who needs to be disciplined.

“Like hell I can’t, you little bitch,” Dave growled, swatting my hand away from my pussy. “If you don’t get up now, I’ll have to spank you.”

“You wouldn’t dare!”

“Janie, get your ass out of that bed right now, or I’ll teach you what happens to girls who sit around play-ing with themselves instead of taking care of their husbands.”

I lay there, still pouting, silently begging Dave to carry out his threat. As always, he didn’t disappoint. He reached between my legs, grabbed my pelvis, and yanked my ass up in the air till I was on my knees. Another gush of liquid flowed from my cunt, and I knew Dave could feel it on his wrist. That made me happy, because when he knows I’m really turned on, he uses a heavier hand.

Dave ran his hand back and forth across my ass, before pulling back and smacking each cheek twice, just warm-up slaps. “Are you ready to get up, Janie?”

“Fuck off, Dave!”

“Did you just tell me to fuck off, Janie? You know that means you get more than my hand!”

“Fuck you, Dave!”

Dave brought his hand down hard—really hard—on each cheek, making my ass jiggle and my pussy clench. Then he reached for my chin with his other hand. He pulled my head back, turning me to look at him, and grinned, saying, “You know you’re going to pay for that, you brat.”

“Bring it on, buddy. Or are you trying to punish me verbally?”

Dave’s grin widened and he let go of my chin. “You’re going to regret that, little girl. Now you get the strap.” He moved away from the bed to get his belt, leaving me shivering with anticipation. My pussy was begging for attention, and I snuck my hand between my legs to rub my clit, happy to know that it would get me more smacks from the belt.

Sure enough, when Dave came back and saw my fingers in my pussy, he pushed my hand away. “Oh, no, you don’t. That cunt is mine for the rest of the day.” Then he ran the doubled-over belt in his hand across my ass, teasing me with the cool leather, before crisscrossing my sweet spot a half-dozen times, each swat more deliciously hard than the last. I was moaning in ecstasy with each strike, so close to climax already that I could barely stand it.

Dave ran his hand along my slit and my whole body shuddered.

“Who does this cunt belong to, Janie? Who owns your orgasm?”

I thought for a second about defy-ing him further, but I desperately wanted to come. “It’s yours, Dave. Always yours. Please make me come.”

As he teased my clit, he said, “I don’t know if you’ve learned your lesson yet, Janie. You know that bad girls who need to be disciplined don’t get to come.”

“Please, Dave, I’ll do anything for you if you let me come.”

“Anything, Janie?” He thrust three fingers deep into my dripping cunt and fucked me for a minute before pulling them out completely.

I whimpered at the emptiness of my pussy and cried out, “Yes, Dave, anything!”

Dave pushed his fingers back into my cunt, rubbed his thumb on my clit, and brought our small flogger down on my ass, alternating cheeks in time with his thrusting fingers. I came hard and rode it out on Dave’s hand, sliding right into a second orgasm as he continued fingering and flogging me.

As I caught my breath, Dave took off his boxers and pushed his dick into my pussy with one sharp thrust. After a second, he pulled out almost all the way and slammed back into me, then did it again, before he began pounding in and out, hard and fast. He fucked me so violently that my tits were bouncing wildly against the smooth sheets, causing my nipples to harden even more.

After a few minutes, I had another massive climax, and as my cunt milked Dave’s cock, he came, too. We both collapsed, Dave’s body heavy and solid on my back, and he whispered, “You told me you’d do anything, Janie.”

I chuckled and said, “What do you want this time, Dave?”

“You know when I went fishing the other day? The can of worms spilled in the cooler and it needs to be cleaned out.”

“Damn, Dave, that was last week-end! It’s got to be a hardened mess by now. I think you owe me at least one more orgasm.”

“Okay, babe, let me go cook the pancakes, since I knew earlier you were going to hold up breakfast. You take care of everything else, and then I’ll eat my food off your ass. The butter and syrup will lube you up nicely, and I’ll get you off a few more times.”

For the record, I was very well-lubed, and even more well-fucked, by the time I cleaned out the cooler.