It had been a long day. We were both tired, it was evening and with the warm weather, the one thing we both wanted was a nice, refreshing shower.
Just as I was about to say I was to get in the shower, he beat me to it. We were both in our underwear because again: hot weather. I’ve not been able to stand this heatwave and I become so whiny for cooler weather to come along!
So he heads off to the bathroom and while I give that cat some love. He’s rolling round on the carpet demanding attention as usual, the cutie. I have a mischievous thought. To jump in the shower as he’s coming out of the bathroom and beat him to it.
I hear the door go and I rush to the shower, completely stark naked, but my rushing wasn’t nimble as I would have liked. I hear him ask, “What was that?”
“Ummm, that was me.” I say, trying to think of something good, but alas I can’t. He comes in with a quizzical look on his face. I sigh.
“I was going to get in the shower before you to play a prank…but it kinda went wrong.”
He laughs and gives a melodramatic gasp.
“You cheeky mare!”
I laugh while he jokes about me, “trying to steal his shower”. I joke that in that case, he should come and join me. I lay down the bath mat, knowing full well he’s going to slap my ass (99% of the time I bend over to do anything, he’ll give me a spank). I really wanted him to and sure enough, he did.
Stinging spanks land on my behind while he jokes about, “how bad I’ve been, trying to steal his shower”. We’re both getting more and more turned on by this and the more turned on he gets, the harder he spanks me. He got to my limit and I nearly called red, but he knew to ease up as I said, “Ow!” as I felt that sharp sting of his hand. He eased up lovely (the man doesn’t want to hurt me, of course) and we carried on.
I was really enjoying what he was doing, yet I could feel a little spike of anxiety in the back of my mind. Some of my instincts were reacting in the way they used to, conflating being spanked for being “bad” as something distressing to me.
I began to feel a little uneasy with this thought. But I rationalised and saw it for what it was: a, “what if I freak out during this?” moment that comes with newfound territory. I pushed this little panic to the wayside. I wasn’t going to let a few stray thoughts ruin this delicious moment for us.
We both like spanking, we both enjoy it, we’re both wholeheartedly consenting and I know he wouldn’t do anything to hurt me. I wanted more.
I felt him come closer and begin to rub his cock against my entrance. I balanced myself, holding on to the sink when he began fucking me from behind. I bent over, holding on to my ankles, holding on to the sink while he spanked me again.
“Is this for being bad?” I joked. He spanked me again, telling me I had been. Repeating his words that I’d been a bad girl felt so wonderfully naughty, along with a, “Thank you, Sir.” as he spanked me again, and again.
Plus, standing doggy feels amazing. I love the angle and how jelly-like my legs go. It’s the kind of sex that’s so primal and animalistic and I feel thoroughly, deliciously wiped out afterwards. We both got so worked up, with him holding on to my boobs while he fucked me, me clinging on to the sink as I climaxed, him climaxing not long after.
I was glowing, giggling and smiling while we enjoyed our lovely showers after that.
All my love,
*Picture – Pinterest