6 comments/ 57816 views/ 14 favorites Volunteered By: BrookMeier Anna's sister, Kelly, had called two weeks ago asking if Anna could help her move into a new apartment. Anna said yes, of course. Kelly being her big sister and only sibling, she wanted to help however she could. Both girls had been a little wild growing up. They got into all kinds trouble and generally drove their kind parents crazy. Now, in her early twenties, Anna had her act together, thanks to her husband. She married Ben, ten years her senior, when she was 19. Almost everyone thought it would be a mistake. The only person who encouraged the marriage was Anna's father. He said it would be just what Anna needed, and he was right. Kelly, on the other hand, was still a bit of a wild child. She didn't really get into any serious trouble, she was still just kinda flaky. Switching jobs, not paying her rent on time and getting a DUI here and there. Nonetheless, she was still the person Anna was closest to in the world, besides Ben. She would not deny Kelly's request for help. But, she also agreed on behalf of Ben, which is where she got herself in trouble. It wasn't that Ben didn't want to help. He was a good guy and was usually happy to lend a hand. But he had been working really hard the past few months. When the weekend rolled around he really just wanted to chill out. He had asked Anna to just hang low and not make any big plans for them. Anna tried, but then someone would call asking for help, or an invitation would come in the mail, and she wouldn't be able to say 'no'. Instead, she would say 'yes' and hope for the best, not telling Ben till the last possible moment what the plan was. He went along with it the first few times, just reiterating to his wife that he would like some down time on the weekends through the busy season. He owned a construction company and his summers were filled with jobs that he needed to get done before the first frost settled in. However, after about the third weekend of unwanted commitments, Ben saw that he needed to be a little more forceful with his wife. One Friday night, when they got home from watching a very long, very boring play Anna's friend was in, he decided it was time for a little discipline. He grabbed Anna and threw her over his knee. Her naked, tender ass receiving the palm of his hand, turned him on more than he ever thought. It gave him a rush, being the one giving her the discipline she needed. Taming his wife who had grown up wild and probably would have benefited from some spankings long ago. Anna also enjoyed this addition to their marriage. Maybe not so much when she was laying over his strong thigh, his blows stinging her exposed bottom, thrusting her forward and making her cry out in pain. Although there was a certain thrill, a feeling in her belly, from being in that position. It was what happened after the spanking that she really loved. Ben would take her in his arms and comfort her. She felt so taken care of in those moments. The spanking would relieve her of whatever guilt she felt from disobeying him and leave her with a clean slate ready for his approval. He almost always made love to her after he had spanked her. Whenever she was over his knee she always thought of what came after. How the same hands that were correcting her would later make her cum. Anna hadn't meant for Ben to find out about helping her sister move until Saturday morning. She had planned on telling him that Kelly's movers had cancelled and that she and Ben had to help or Kelly would be charged a huge fine for not vacating the apartment on time. Her plan was foiled when her sister called Ben on Friday asking him if he wouldn't mind bringing his hand truck along Saturday. Now that Ben knew the plan, Anna could feel a familiar twinge in her body. It was responding to the thought of Ben and what he might do to her now that he knew he would be spending his Saturday moving her flaky sister. She was glad her Kelly had mentioned talking to Ben when she spoke to her that afternoon. At least she had some time to get ready. Anna spent the afternoon doing as many things that pleased Ben as possible. She cleaned the house and prepared a lovely dinner. He always loved the way they house smelled when she roasted a chicken. She hoped the smell would soothe him as he walked in the door. She showered and blew her long hair out so her thick blond waves fell in bouncy smooth locks framing her body, landing just under her round firm breast. She worked her fancy shimmer lotion into her tight tanned skin, giving herself a golden glow. She looked at herself, undressed, in the full length mirror. She wondered if meeting her angry husband at the front door naked would get her in more or less trouble. Anna admired her tight body, running her hand,over her hard, dark nipples, down her flat stomach and then over the nice curve of her hips and rounded ass. She did have a killer body and was getting a little wet thinking about Ben coming home and taking charge of it, his hands claiming her. Her cell phone rang, bringing her back to reality. She saw Ben's picture pop up and her heart skipped a beat as she rushed to answer it. "Hey Babe," she said, trying not to let on that she knew she was in trouble. "Hey! Just checking in about dinner. Did you make something or should I pick something up?" he asked, without a hint of anger in his voice. Maybe he wasn't mad about Saturday, Anna thought. "Um, I made dinner," she said, a bit of hesitation in her voice, "I roasted a chicken and have couscous to serve with it. There's a salad and I can open a bottle of wine," she said, thinking they might have a quiet night after all. "Great, I'll be home in 15 minutes. And Anna?" he asked, not waiting for an answer, "You should be wearing the negligee." Anna's body tightened, the muscles in her pelvis sending a knowing wave through her in anticipation. She could feel a tingle in her nipples and nervous excitement run through her. Before she got it together to respond, Ben had hung up. The 'negligee' was a code between them. The first night Ben had ever spanked he had her put on a pink babydoll negligee afterward. Now whenever he told her to put on that negligee she knew she would be getting spanked. It was so humiliating putting it on knowing it meant she would be over his knee. She reluctantly went over to Ben's side of the bed. The negligee was kept in his bedside table along with some of their other 'supplies'. Sometimes he would make her retrieve the negligee along with a paddle as he watched. Then he would make her undress and ready herself for him, finally handing him the paddle and asking for her punishment. It was so humiliating and she felt a knot in her stomach as the soft material of the negligee fell over her body. She took one last look at herself and made her way downstairs to get dinner on the table. Ben couldn't wait to get inside as he pulled in the driveway, his cock already jumping at the thought of seeing his wife in that negligee. He loved the way she looked in it almost as much as he loved having her in his lap with her ass exposed. He thought of the way its thin fabric fell softly over her breasts, showing off her hard nipples. He loved that it fell just above the rounded crease where her ass met her thigh. The bottom of her ass cheeks just visible below its hem. He opened the front door and was greeted by the sight of his wife, slightly bent over the dining room table, reaching to put a wine glass near his place setting. Her muscular legs balancing up on her toes as she leaned over the large farmhouse style table he had made for them using barnwood. Her ass peeked out below the pink negligee she had dutifully put on, as he knew she would. He could feel his cock, now rock hard in his tight work jeans, begging to go over and dive into her tight ass. Ben reminded himself of this weekend and how his wife had again disobeyed him, promising his hard cock full access to that ass after he had spanked it. Anna jumped at the sound of her husband coming through the front door. She spun around, feeling a bit weak when she caught sight of his strong muscular outline. He had the rugged good looks of a man who had worked all day. The sweet smell of outside and sweat sent an intoxicating shiver through her as she walked over to greet him. Ben took his wife in his arms, grabbing her backside as she threw her arms around his neck. "Welcome home," Anna said, smiling up at her husband. "I made dinner," hoping to lessen her pending punishment as she reached up and kissed his lips. "It smells great, I'm starving," he said, smacking her playfully on her bare ass, "I'm thinking I will need some energy for tonight." Anna blushed, wishing they could just skip to the part where he takes her in his arms and finally fucks her, slowly making her cum. But, she knew it would be a long time till that happened. "I'm gonna go wash my hands. Have dinner on the table when I get back," he instructed her. Anna did as she was told and brought dinner to the table. She loved their house, and admired the handmade pottery she used to set table. They had picked it out together and shipped it home from their honeymoon in Spain. She always loved using that set, bringing back her cherished memories of their first few weeks as husband and wife. Anna felt self conscious walking around in the negligee. She kinda wished Ben would just take her over his knee now. Then she could eat dinner in her regular clothes and not think about her punishment beyond the lingering sting of her bottom. Ben returned, running his still damp hand through his thick black hair, slicking it back off his face in a loose tumble of waves. He was incredibly hot in a dark rugged way, she thought, admiring his muscular body. He poured them each a glass of wine and pulled out her chair, inviting her to sit. "Thanks," she said, as he joined her at the table. Ben dug in, taking a large serving of the chicken, couscous and salad. He was so active, between work and his daily runs he could literally eat whatever he wanted and had no problem maintaining his tight body. Anna however wasn't feeling very hungry. She found that the activities during their 'sessions' were best done on an empty stomach. She slowly sipped her wine and served herself a small plate of food. "You're not saying much" Ben, glancing up from his plate inquired, giving his wife a knowing glance. He love watching his wife squirm, it was such a turn on. "Are you mad?" she asked, pushing the food around her plate with her fork. "Mad? Yes, I guess you could say that. I bet I'll feel better in a couple of hours though," he said with a naughty grin, "Not sure about you, though." Anna squirmed in her chair, an uneasy feeling in her belly, both wanting and fearing what was coming. "Can't we just get it over with?" she asked, her eyes pleading with him, a slight quiver in her voice. "No, I think I want to take my time tonight," he said not even looking up at her. Angry with his response, she got up, grabbed her dishes and stormed off into the kitchen, throwing her dishes into the sink. She was hoping to just make some noise and let Ben know that she was angry. She let out a gasp as her dinner plate hit the side of their copper farmhouse sink harder than she expected and shattered, the beautiful deep blue pottery now just a pile of broken glass. Ben rushed in from the dining room to see what had happened. He assessed the situation, confirming that all the glass was confined to the sink and he didn't have to carry his barefoot wife out of the kitchen. He gave her an angry stare, his nostrils flaring in anger. "Explain yourself," he demanded. "I HATE THIS! YOU'RE PURPOSELY KEEPING ME WAITING," Anna yelled, she could feel her face turning red and tears come to her eyes, mostly because she had broken something that was so special to her. "I have been waiting for you all day. I spoke to Kelly this morning. I need you to get this over with, I can't take it anymore," she yelled, trying to make a point she knew was weak. They both knew she was just mad that she was in trouble and wanted to get it over with. As soon as the words were out of her mouth she regretted them. The look on Ben's face told her she was in more trouble than before. He quickly moved toward her and before she knew it, he had her bent over, in the middle of the kitchen with her hands on the sink for support. She could hear him unbuckle his well worn soft leather belt. A wave of panic rushed through her, he had never used a belt before. She could hear the snap of its leather as he formed a loop in his hand. She tried to stand and apologized for her behavior, for being quick to anger and childish. But his other hand was now between her shoulder blades, holding her in place. Her firm rounded ass fully exposed under the short negligee, its hem had now fallen around her waist. "Get it over with like this?" Ben asked, sternly, as he brought the belt down on his wife's ass, using the same force as he would for the paddle or his hand. He quickly realized that the flexible leather belt gave a much more intense blow than the hard paddle. Anna cried out in pain as the tender skin under the belt immediately began to turn bright red. He had a moment of pity for his wife, bent over the sink, and gave her a moment to recover. The truth is, he usually tried to keep their 'sessions' on the lighter side, but she had really made him mad with her childish behavior and this first spanking of the night was going to be a real punishment. He brought the belt down again, adjusting his force to give her a blow that had a good sting and thrust her forward but left just a nice rosy glow to her upper thigh. He was aiming lower to avoid the angry red mark on her backside. "You are acting like a child breaking things out of anger. I expect you to control your emotions," he said calmly and slowly, bring the belt down on his wife's thighs in between each word, dragging the sentence out. Anna thrust forward with each blow, bringing her gaze into the sink where she was reminded of why she was getting spanked, the shattered shards of the once beautiful plate in her view. By the last blow, tears poured freely from her eyes, falling onto the shattered pieces. The belt, even with Ben's adjusted force, had a much more intense sting than a paddle or his hand and her cries were from real pain. Ben could tell that his wife was reaching her limit, knowing he had other things planned for her, he stopped, giving his wife the okay to stand up by bringing the negligee down over her ass. She stood up and turned to him, her face streaked with tears, and he could tell she was looking for him to comfort her as he always did after he disciplined her. Still angry with her, he wasn't quite ready to give her what she was looking for. "Clear the table and clean the kitchen," was all he could bring himself to say as he turned and went upstairs. Anna was left feeling humiliated and a little scared of how angry her husband had been. She splashed some water on her face in the sink, drying her eyes and trying to compose herself. She was fully reminded of his anger as her thighs burned as she cleared the table and put away the food. He had always comforted her after a punishment, she always looked forward to him holding her as she calmed down, crying in his arms. She felt so lost, alone in the kitchen. Tears swelling in her eyes, she carefully picked up the remains of the beautiful plate, seeing it broken was hurting her almost as much as the belt. Anna was finishing up, just doing a final wipe down of the counters when Ben called her into the living room. She hadn't even noticed him come back downstairs she was so out of sorts from his harsh punishment. She made her way, timidly, into the living room not knowing what to expect after his behavior in the kitchen. As she entered she saw her husband standing in front of their large leather couch in front of the coffee table. The temperature had dropped outside, and Ben had turned on the gas fireplace, casting a soft glow over the rustic room. "Come here," he commanded, pointing to the space directly in front of him, his other hand behind his back. Anna's nervousness grew as she wondered what he was hiding behind his back and what he had planned for her. She quickly made her way to her husband not wanting to give him any more reason to be mad. She stood so close to him, in the small space left between him and the table, she had to look straight up at him. He stared down at her without saying a word or changing his fierce expression. She felt him push her legs apart, accessing her sex, parting her slit with his thick finger and then penetrating her, practically picking her up with the force of his thrust. Anna was taken by surprise, falling into him, her cheek resting on his muscular chest. She need his support both from the sudden intensity of his thrusting and the unexpected wave of pleasure deep in her pelvis. "My original plan for tonight was to spank your ass and then spend the night making you cum," he whispered in her ear, sending chills down her spin with the tickle of his breath on her neck. "But you made me mad and now you're going to make me cum. If you're good, do as you're told, and I'm happy with your performance, I'll let you cum later but not before you receive your second punishment," his words falling heavy on her as he continued his deep thrusting, making her pussy wet with pleasure, "Now, take off that negligee." Anna did as she was told, sliding the soft negligee off over her head, leaving her standing naked in front of her husband, his finger still deep inside her. She felt so small in front of him. She could feel herself submitting to him as he worked her pussy, anxious to please him. Ben brought his other hand from around his back and ran the head of a large rubber dildo over his wife's hard nipples. "Lick it," he said, bringing the rubber cock up to her lips. She did as she was told and ran her tongue around its rubber head. She parted her lips, teasing its head, knowing that she was turning Ben on as she looked up at him, meeting his eyes with a playful look and recognizing the desire in his eyes. "Lick it, here," Ben demanded as he turned the hard rubber shaft around. Anna noticed that the bottom of the dildo was a suction cup. She obeyed and ran her wet tongue around the base of the cock, moistening it with her spit. "You are going to ride this cock while you suck my dick," Ben said as he slammed the dildo down on the hard surface of the coffee table. "And when your tender, well spanked thighs hit the table, you will be reminded of why you are sucking my cock instead of getting fucked by it." "SIT," he demanded, pointing to the cock as he unbuckled his jeans and took out his rock hard cock. Anna lowered herself onto the realistic cock, circling around it until she found her wet waiting hole. She felt the tip of the head part her soft lips, opening her up as she continued to lower herself slowly down its length. Its shaft was long enough to fill her space, stretching her to capacity, the head hitting the deepest part of her. She closed her eyes with pleasure, her body instinctively started to grind the fuck stick she was sitting on. The mounded base of the cock rubbing against her clit, bringing her pelvis alive with pleasure. As she started a slow, rhythmic grinding with her hips, the back of her thighs called out in pain, feeling the hard surface seal to her tender skin, making her wince with the friction, burning with a reminder of her punishment. She looked up at Ben, the conflict showing in her eyes. So much desire from a pleasure that could only be achieved with pain. "I know, its not easy to want something and not be able to get it. I feel that every weekend," Ben told her, grabbing her hard nipple and rolling it between his fingers. Anna threw her head back with the strong pleasurable sensation. He put his other hand on the back of Anna's head, grabbing her hair in his fingers. He brought her head toward him, feeling the intense euphoria of her lips parting around his cock. He pushed her toward him, feeling his length enter, her tongue sliding down the most sensitive part of his throbbing head. He thrust into her, bringing his hard cock to her full capacity, the back of her throat surrounding him. Volunteered Ben looked down at his wife, her soft pink lips wrapped around his cock, his long shaft moving slowly, but forcefully, in and out guided by his hand on the back of her head. Anna moaned, the vibration surrounding his excited member. He loved the way she gave head. She always enjoyed it, moaning and taking his whole length with a passion that made him want to give her his cum deep in her throat. Her naked tits were bouncing softly from his thrusts. He reached down to caress her, tracing the heavy round bottom of her ample breast with his hand and then working his way up to her protruding nipple. Anna was sure, if not for the sting of the hard table on her naked thighs, she would have cum by now. The dildo was hitting her deep inside as she softly grinded her clit with the base of the cock. She loved how her husband got so turned on when his cock was in her mouth. She let out a deep moan when he locked her sensitive nipple in his tight grip. She loved when he played with her nipples. She could tell that her moans turned him on, his cock pulsing in her mouth, reaching its maximum girth. He rode her mouth, in and out, not holding back his thrusts. Ben could have held off his orgasm for a long time allowing himself to enjoy his cock in his wife's mouth. But he knew her tender skin must be burning from his belt. He watched her, trying to grind on the rubber cock that had her spread open, while not moving her thighs. He took pity on her, knowing he wasn't done with her and knowing he would have a chance to cum again later in her wet pussy. "Stroke my dick," he ordered her. Anna grabbed the base of her husbands hard cock and tightly wrapped her hand around it, pulling and pushing his shaft, extending his pleasure. She knew he was reaching his climax whenever he told her to stroke his cock. She loved knowing she was the one who made him cum and sucked his hard pulsing cock with excitement, anxious to taste his cum. She found her perfect rhythm, her mouth and hand gliding up and down his hard shaft as she bounced around grinding as much as she could on the rubber cock. Looking down at his wife, Ben allowed himself to loose control, feeling himself almost at the point of no return. When Anna looked up at him, he could feel her desire when their eyes met, and it pushed him over the edge. He pulled her into him, his hand still on the back of her head as he pushed his cock deep into her. He could feel his hot juices shooting the back of her throat as the waves of his orgasm pushed his thick jizz into her. A few more deep thrust and he finished, moaning with pleasure. "God you're good at that," he said, looking down at his wife and he pulled his cock from her. She sucked his cock dry as he pulled out, keeping all his cum in her, swallowing the thick juices, knowing it turned him on. She was happy to get his approval and work her way back into his good graces. "May I get up?" she asked, hoping he would allow her to now that she had made him cum. She wiggled on the table, trying to shift her weight from her thighs to her ass, easing her pain. Ben looked down at his wife, her lips still wet with his cum. She was so cute, trying to be good and stay seated. He knew she wanted some relief and figured he would allow her some. He admired her naked body, exposed, her magnificent crimson-tipped breast rising and falling with her wanting breath. He reached down, cupping her in his powerful hands. "Don't worry, you will have plenty of time to stand. You may get up. The next time you loose your temper like that you may find yourself sitting on your naked backside for a good long time," he said, still fondling her breasts. Anna slowly pushed herself up, feeling her sex close as the girth of the rubber shaft left her. She winced her flesh burning as she peeled the back of her thighs off the coffee table. She was sure her skin must have remained on the table as she stood, but when she looked, there was nothing. "Good, now put this back on," Ben demanded, as he handed his wife the soft pink negligee. He watched as she lifted her arms, the soft fabric caressing her skin as if fell perfectly around her, slipping down her tight body. Again it settled on her, showing off her swollen nipples, revealing her ache for him. He circled his arms around her, pulling her close to him and speaking softly but deliberately, "I want you to go upstairs and wait for me." He released his arms and walked toward his office, leaving her alone, again. Anna felt her stomach sink, a nervous wave igniting in her pelvis. When Ben told her to go wait for him, he didn't mean go flop on the bed and read a magazine until he was ready to deal with her. There was an ever changing series of humiliating positions in which she was made to wait for him. It started with just standing in the corner by his side of the bed. Usually he would instruct her on what she should be wearing or how she should be wearing it. Very often, as with the current position in which she was to wait, she was to wear the negligee. Anna slowly climbed the steps to her bedroom, wondering how long he was going to make her wait in her newest position. She entered the bedroom and went to her husbands nightstand where, in the drawer, there was a key neatly labeled 'Anna'. Taking the key she went into to his walk-in closet and over to a large black leather trunk. She unlocked the trunk, which revealed Ben's growing stash of 'supplies'. Whenever he sent her to the trunk, she tried to avoid looking through its contents, afraid of what she might see. For tonight, she grabbed two leather wrist cuffs that were attached to locking reels and two ankle cuffs attached to each other on a short chain. She carefully closed the lid, locked it and returned to the bedroom, putting the key back in her husband's nightstand. She stood on the bed so she could reach a hook attached to the ceiling over the lower right side of their black four poster bed. She attached the two locking reels to the hook and flipped the lever that allowed her to pull a long length of sturdy plastic coated wire out of the reels. She lowered the wrist cuffs down onto the bed where they waited for her. She climbed down, off the high bed, grabbing the ankle cuffs which she wrapped around the leg of the bed. A nervous rush flooded her pelvis and belly. She could feel her cheeks blush with embarrassment as she fumbled with the double buckles on each ankle cuff. With both feet firmly buckled in and the chain secured around the leg of the bed, she stood up, carefully, as she now had to keep her legs against the corner of the bed. She grabbed ahold of the tall post of their bed, pulling herself upright. She slipped the wrist cuffs over her hands, buckling them tightly around her small wrist, knowing that Ben would check to make sure she hadn't left them too loose. Anna thought back to Ben's instructions when he put her in this position the first time. He had instructed her to pay attention so that she could do everything correctly by herself the next time. When she was sure she had followed all of his instructions, she gave a quick tug to the wire attached to the wrist cuffs, signaling the reels to retract, and followed the wire up as far as her hands would go. Now she was standing, her feet locked on either side of the corner of the bed by the ankle cuffs and her hands, cuffed, straight over her head. She gave a small tug down on the wires, to engage the lock on the reels, and panicked as soon as she heard the click of the lock. Now, with her hands locked straight above her head, she realized she had forgotten a very important set in her instructions. "SHIT," she yelled out loud, to no one. She pulled forcefully on her hands, hoping to get them to lower, but she knew she was stuck as she wiggled to get free. She had been instructed to lower the neckline of the soft pink negligee so that it sat under her full round breast, exposing them and allowing the black post of the bed to slide in between them, separating her mounds around it. She had forgotten and now, locked in place, it was too late. She tried to catch the neckline of the negligee on the bedpost, riding it up and down through her breast with the little give she had to move. But, it wasn't enough to get the soft material all the way over her ample breast. Hanging her head back, the ends of her hair brushing the curve of her ass, she held back tears. She had wanted so badly to please her husband and now she would be in even bigger trouble when he came to check on her. She had no choice but to stand there, trapped, and wait. Ben sat in his office thinking of Anna, locked to their bed. He liked the thought of her standing there, awaiting his arrival and anticipating his punishment. He had planned a surprise trip to Cabo for them and needed to confirm their booking before midnight. It was a few months off and he couldn't wait to spend ten days with her in paradise. He killed a little more time putting together a lumber order for an upcoming job. When he felt his dick jump at the thought of his wife upstairs, waiting for him, he decided to go join her. Walking into the bedroom, his wife's beautiful form, long and lean, cuffed to their bed, was plenty to get him turned on. He was impressed with her ability to get herself into those cuffs, knowing it would not be easy to stand with her legs locked to the bed. He noticed, right away, that she had forgotten to expose her breast before she released the wires and locked her hands over her head. He loved the way her bare breast looked with the hard post gliding between them. He could tell, by the look in her eyes, that she knew she had disobeyed and wanted so badly to tell him. But, she was not allowed to speak while she was waiting, unless he instructed her to. He walked over to his wife, enjoying the look of anticipation in her eyes. He tucked her long hair behind her ear, tracing his finger down the curve of her long neck and continuing down, around her breast and then finally with a swirl around her nipple, now swollen with excitement under forgotten fabric. "It seems to me that you missed something," he said, staring into her eyes with a look that made her stomach leap. He forcefully pulled down the neckline of the negligee, allowing it to catch both nipples as he exposed them and letting the material come to a stop under the rounded bottom of her breasts. She gasped from the sting of the negligee being stretch over her nipples, knowing that he had meant to get her attention with the pain. She longed to tell him that she was sorry, but she didn't dare disobey further. She lowered her eyes, submitting to him. Ben walked over to his side of the bed and retrieved the key. He noticed that Anna had lifted her eyes, trying to see what he was doing, and he gave her a naughty grin, letting her know she had been caught. After he had spent some time in his closet, he came up behind her, gently kissing her neck. He laid in front of her, on the bed, three items. A black satin blindfold, a paddle and a small jar with a gold lid. In his hand he still had something, but she couldn't get a good look at it. "I was looking forward to coming up here and seeing you beautiful breasts," he said, fondling them. "I guess I need to help you remember all of your steps." A look of nervous excitement came over Anna's face. "Open your mouth," Ben ordered, lifting whatever he had in his hand to her mouth. She obeyed, releasing her jaw as she felt something smooth and round being placed in her mouth. She could feel Ben pulling the object, a ball, she guessed, back and then tying the laces attached to it tightly behind her head. Her eyes grew wide, wishing he would come in front of her so he could see her look, pleading for him to stop. The ball felt uncomfortable in her mouth as she moved her tongue around it. She felt a strong urge to push it out of her mouth and an overwhelming frustration at not being able to move it. It was firmly placed, making breathing through her mouth difficult. She became nervous, afraid the ball would choke her. She forgot her rules and started to try to protest, her words just coming out like desperate moans, producing saliva she was not able to swallow. Ben moved to the side of the bed. Now, looking into Anna's eyes he could see her pleading with him, her frantic moans escalating into muffled shrieks. He cupped her head softly in his hands, trying to calm her down. He stroked her belly with his strong hand, trying to relax her breathing. He wanted her to submit, to play along, but he needed to make sure she was okay. "Tell me, all this shrieking you are doing, are you trying to tell me to stop? Are you saying our safeword?" he asked, looking into his wife's eyes to decipher her answer. A moment passed. Anna could feel a calmness come to her now that she could see Ben's reassuring eyes. She thought about his questions. Did she want to safe word this? She had never used it before and she knew if she shook her head 'yes' right now Ben would take the ball out of her mouth and release her from the cuffs. She knew he would take her into his arms, apologize for pushing her too far and make love to her. Part of her wanted that so badly she could feel her body begging for him around her, inside her. She realized, that while she was deep in thought, her breathing had regulated. Her tongue had relaxed under the ball and the panic had left her. She closed her eyes for a moment, making sure she was making the right decision. "Good girl. I'm very pleased," Ben said, smiling at his wife who had shaken her head 'no' to his safe word question. He was glad she wanted to continue. "Now, you keep giving me new reasons to punish you this evening. Before I spank you for volunteering my time this weekend, we have to deal with you robbing me of the pleasure I get from seeing your bare breasts. When I showed you this position I instructed you to have your breast exposed. Your breasts bring me great joy and it disappoints me when I expect to see them and you deny me," he said, bring his hands down from her face and again fondling her breast. She moaned, feeling herself submit to him, her body longing for him. She watched as he picked up the blindfold and slipped its tight elastic over her head. She stared into his eyes as he lowered it, her line of vision getting lower and lower until, darkness. "Good girl, just relax. This will help you remember when I give you directions." Anna could hear him moving in front of her and she thought she heard a lid unscrewing as she remembered the small jar on the bed. The room filled with strong smell that Anna recognized as eucalyptus. Ben looked at his wife, her arms straight over her head lifting her already pert breasts even higher as they were separated by the bedpost. He felt his cock pulse as he pictured it taking the place of the post, grinding the space between her breast and shooting his cum all over her chest as she licked his head, circling its rim with her tongue. Fully recovered from his previous orgams, his cock grew in his pants, pushing against the his tight jeans. He ran his finger over the top of the Tiger Balm, barely gracing his finger with the strong ointment. He reached down, grabbing his wife's pussy and was pleased to find it wet with desire. He caressed her swollen clit with the balm, working it into its hidden head. He knew it would take a minute for her to feel the warm sensation of the balm. Starting out as a tingle and working up to a burning rage driving her wild. He continued to work her, rubbing her, careful not to enter her with his finger, even though his cock tried to convince him otherwise. He brought his luscious lips down to her waiting breast and took her into his mouth, sucking and teasing her with his tongue. He could feel that she was beginning to feel the burn as she began writhing around on her restraints, picking herself up by her wrist cuffs to escape his hand and then lowering herself down wanting more. Anna threw her head back and moaned deeply. The burning in her pussy and her husband sucking on her was giving her a deep pleasure. She could feel the heat between her legs intensifying by the second and she wondered just how intense it would get. Her pussy was so alive with a sensation so intense it bordered on pain. She wanted so badly to have Ben's big cock inside her. Grinding her sex into his hand, she hoped he would break down and fuck her, relieving her of this throbbing desire. Ben loved watching Anna, her hips circling, begging him to enter her. His fingers having their way with her engorged clit, knowing that the thick balm was working its way into her most tender parts delivering a sensation that was sure to have her begging him to relieve her desire. 'Oh, Ben, please, that feels so good, please, fuck me,' she formed the words in her head, with no way to get them out, the ball still snuggly in her mouth. Ben felt his cock, so hard his tight jeans, release a bead of his fluid, making him want to give Anna what she clearly was asking for. He longed to leave his pleasure deep inside her. Releasing his hand from her wet pussy he longed to enter her warm , wanting tunnel. He felt the shift in her breath, her pleasure turn to frustration. "I will be back for you," he said, giving her nipple one last hard suck, his tongue teasing her as he suck her into him. He backed away, slowly as his absence hit her and she whimpered, wanting him back. He went into the master bath and she heard the door close behind him. Anna, cuffed to the bed, standing with her breast exposed, blindfolded and gagged, wanted to scream. She pulled on her restraints, wanting to follow her husband into the bathroom. To feel his arms around her and lower herself onto his waiting cock. She wanted to feel him deep inside her, the lotion he had applied to her intensifying that desire so much she could hardly stand. She felt herself shift her weight to her wrist, allowing her legs to straddle the post, trying to rub her clit along is long, smooth length, her clit screaming with pleasure with the movement. As turned on as she was with the incredible sensation between her legs, intensifying by the minute, it was not enough to bring her to her climax. She need Ben, she needed his strong hands on her body. Ben leaned on the back of the bathroom door, fighting the urge to get behind his wife and sink his throbbing member deep into her ass, his hands working that pussy till they both came, her waves of pleasure milking his cum into her waiting ass. He knew the balm must be reaching its full intensity as he pictured his wife with so much desire and no way to relieve it. He was glad he decided to use the gag, knowing that, by now, she would be calling out to him, begging him to take her. He doubted he would be able to resist. He pulled himself together, still needing to spank his wife for volunteering him this weekend. If he didn't, he would spend tomorrow mad and really, he didn't want to spend the day mad and lifting boxes. He wanted to spend the day with thoughts of his wife's red ass and his cock in her pussy. He turned on the shower, the water set colder than he would normally set it if he didn't have a raging hard on. He took his time, thoroughly cleaning every part of him, his strong hands gliding over his well defined body. He killed as much time in the bathroom as he could, enjoying the thought of his wife's body alive with desire. He wondered how she could keep him waiting for hours when she was in the bathroom getting ready. After brushing his teeth and shaving he was pretty much out of things to do. Anna was burning with desire. She could feel the cuffs digging into her soft skin, leaving their marks. Her clit screaming to be touched, she didn't know how much longer she could take this. She thought of her husband's naked body in the shower, his hard cock standing up, waiting for her touch. She wanted so badly to follow him into the shower and jump into his arms, his strong hands grabbing her ass as he pulled her onto him. Just when she thought she was going to go mad, the waiting and the intense sensation in her clit, getting the best of her, she heard the click of the bathroom door opening. Volunteered Ben stepped into the bedroom, a thick towel wrapped around his waist, the terry material lifted where it fell over his hard cock. He had planned on releasing his wife from her cuffs and spanking her, getting them both hot and ready to finally find themselves in the passion that the events of the night had been leading up to. But, seeing his wife's long, lean body waiting for him, made him want to leave her there, taking advantage of her vulnerability. Her head turned toward him, even though she couldn't see, and she was not surprised when she felt him behind her. He wrapped his arms around her, one cupping her breast, the other plunging into her pussy, his fingers bringing her the touch she had been longing for. He buried his head in her neck, inhaling her scent and sucking on her sweet skin. She arched, her breast thrusting into his grip and her ass pushing back, feeling his hard cock pressing into the cheek of her ass. She let out a moan, muffled by the ball, wanting to beg him to continue. He reached around her, his hands rubbing down her thighs, making her quiver as he reached out to the bed and grabbed the flat, black leather paddle. Anna didn't notice what he had done, although she did notice his absence on her pussy. His other hand working her firm breast, sending waves of pleasure through her every time he took her hard nipple in between his fingers and rolled the sensitive flesh, claiming what was his. He untied the gag in his wife's beautiful mouth, the paddle hanging from his wrist, alerting her to it's presence as it gently swung into her back. He threw the gag on a chair in the room as he again began to kiss his wife's neck. Anna, moved her jaw, feeling the freedom of release with the tight ball gone. She turned her head, looking for her husbands waiting lips as he kissed her, plunging his tongue passionately into her, filling the space the ball left. She continued to push her body into him, signaling her desire, hoping he would take her. "Not yet, my love. You still have a punishment coming," Ben reminded her, putting some space between him, leaving only his hand on her breast. She wilted at the reminder, her body feeling heavy on her wrists. "You seem to need a little help remembering that I don't want you to volunteer me every time someone needs some help," he traced circles on her ass with the hard leather of the paddle as he spoke. "I'm going to help you remember, and every time you feel this paddle hit your tender ass, I want you to respond by saying, "I volunteered for this." Ben took a step back, wanting to be able to get some speed behind his blows. He did not plan on going easy on his wife's ass. He brought his arm back, over his head, and then down, letting the paddle fall firmly on her ass, her flesh jiggling from the impact as her body jerked forward from the blow. The sudden sting of the paddle made her forget her line, not responding to Ben's blow she stood silent, trying to recover. Ben grabbed tight onto her breast, bring her backward until she was against his hard body. "Don't forget your response. If you can't remember with the paddle, I can switch to my belt," he whispered forcefully in her ear, pulling her into him. He released her, her restraints pulling her back into the post. "I volunteered for this," she yelled, breathless from the blow, she forced the words out afraid of his belt. "Call me sir," he said sternly, bring the paddle down again hard, wanting to feel his wife submit to him. "I volunteered for this, sir," Anna said, trying to recover from the harsh impact of the paddle and not wanting to provoke Ben. "WHACK" "I volunteered for this, sir" "WHACK" "I volunteered for this, sir" He was relentless, continuing their duet a dozen more times until his wife's ass became bright red, heat radiating off of her, making him want to push into her hot flesh. She persevered with her responses, not missing a beat, even as he could hear her voice crack and her breath deepen as the pain settled in and brought on her painful cries after his hard blows. His last few blows came fast, one right after another, coming down hard on her. They were too fast for her to recover and say the words and she started to sob, fearing the belt, sure her husband would get it. Her head hung low, her body resting on her wrists, red and raw from the restrains. Ben dropped the paddle, his anger gone. He pulled his wife into him, comforting her sobs. He could feel his cock pulsing, wanting to take her right there, slamming her into the post as he sunk himself into her. But, he could tell from her sobs and her raw wrists, that she needed to be released. He softly kissed her neck, telling her it was okay. He left a trail of soft kisses down her body as he lowered himself to his knees, gently kissing the burning flesh on her ass as he reached down and unbuckled her ankle restraints, freeing her legs. Running his hands up her long legs, he stood, caressing her body up the curve of her hips and the valley of her waist. He slid his hand up her body, brushing the outside of her breast and following up her arms, unbuckling her wrist, allowing her to be free. He quickly took her by the waist, catching her as the weight of her release overwhelmed her tired body. She spun around, circling her arms around his neck, looking up at him with her teary eyes. There was nothing left but tenderness and desire for his wife. Ben gently kissed her soft lips, caressing her body. He could tell she needed the closeness of their love now, to feel him in her. He dropped his towel, exposing his erection. He knew how sore she must be as he reached down, placing his open hands under her ass, he motioned for her to come up into his arms. She jumped up, wrapping her legs around her husband, resting her head on his shoulder and allowing herself to feel the full impact of their 'session' so happy to finally be in his arms. She allowed herself to release and she sobbed into his shoulder. Ben held his wife in his strong arms, comforting her as he felt the shudder of her sobs. He whispered in her ear, telling her how much he loved her. Allowing her time to recover, knowing she would signal when she was ready. He played with her long hair as her tears fell down his back. Finally, her sobs quieted, her tears slowing. Taking a deep breath, she sat up, her body firmly resting on her husband's strong hands. She looked into his eyes, grateful that he gave her the time she needed and seeing in his eyes the desire that was so hard for him to hold back. She reached down, grabbing the bottom of the negligee, pulling it up over her head, leaving herself naked in his arms. She shook her long hair as it fell around her body, caressing her round breast. She gave Ben a flirty smile, letting him know she was ready. Ben could hardly control himself as he felt all the blood in his body rush to his cock. He was so hard he thought his dick might shatter, his naked wife now ready in his arms. He couldn't wait a moment more as he brought his pelvis back, allowing his cock to find her slit as he guided her hips onto him. He pulled her down as he thrust, needing to be inside her, slamming his cock into her welcoming wet walls. "Oh fuck, I want you," he moaned, bringing them over to the bed he leaned over, Anna's back now on the bed as he stood over her, his hands grabbing the mattress as he plunged himself into her sex. He filled her with his hard cock, his desire turning him into an animal, sure he had never been this deep inside her tight pussy. Anna pulled him into her, her legs around him, lifting herself off the bed with his thrusts, opening up her sex to receive him. She felt the passion between them, so much buildup from the night, all leading to this moment of them becoming one. She ran her hands up his back, digging into him, trying to get every bit of him as close to her as possible. In this position, she could feel her clit being pulled tight by his thrust, the lips of its hood being pulled into her with the girth of his cock. She could feel herself reaching her climax as he pounded into her. She pulled herself up into him, she was barely touching the bed now. "OH FUCK ME. PLEASE. You're gonna make me cum," she practically sang the last word, holding onto the 'u' and letting it slide into the moans of her climax. She went wild, pulling him into her with her legs, she came around his cock, feeling her orgasm start deep in her pelvis and move through her body, her toes twitching from the hit of the final waves. Ben felt his wife cum on his cock. Her body holding onto him as he shouldered their weight. He could feel her soft, tight hole contract around his cock as he thrust inside her, squeezing him as he pulled out and then welcoming him back. He loved making her cum, knowing that his dick was bringing her this pleasure. He watched her cum, her head falling back on the bed, her face soften from the deep pleasure his cock was giving her. Only when he was sure she was finished did he allow himself to finally release. He grabbed her hot ass, pulling her pussy into him, her legs spreading further, allow him to access every part of her length. "You feel so good," he moaned, allowing his shoulders to fall, pinning her to the bed as he collapsed on top of her. He came, deep inside her, shoot his waiting load in her as his body shuddered on top of her. He grabbed onto her shoulders, his last few pumps keeping his orgasm going, his eyes rolling from the pleasure. They laid still for a moment, their breath in sync, neither one of them wanting to break the bond of their bodies. Worried that he was crushing Anna, Ben slowly pulled out of her, falling onto the bed and holding her in his arms as she placed her head on his chest. He kissed her on the top of the head. 'I'm so glad I volunteered for this,' he thought.