("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text -------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2008. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. All rights reserved. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Spanked Husband by Short Skirt (wendellhenderson@hotamil.com) *** Once again I have to discipline my husband before I head out for my Friday night fun. (Fdom/M, oral, anal, cuck, huml, v) *** It was 6:30 on Friday evening and I was ready to snap. My husband is under strict instructions to be home before 6:00 on Fridays. It's his job to fix dinner while I soak in the tub. Then it's he who has to select something sexy for me to wear from my extensive collection of sexy skirts and lingerie. I get a kick out of knowing he has to pick out the panties that another man will remove later that night. Finally I heard his car pull into the driveway. The car door slammed and I suppressed a grin as I heard him running like crazy to the front door. He was blurting out an explanation and an apology before he was even inside. He knew what was coming. "Shut up!" I said. "Not another word!" He opened his mouth to say more but one look at my glare and he wisely decided to shut it again. "Bring me the hairbrush", I told him. His face fell but he obediently went to the bedroom to fetch it. By the time he returned I had brought a chair from the kitchen and had placed it in the middle of the living room floor. He handed me the hairbrush and stood quivering as he looked down at me. "What is the rule on Friday night?" I asked. "Be home by 6:00," he mumbled. "And you can't obey this simple rule?" "But, honey, the traffic..." "I've told you to listen to the traffic reports at work, haven't I? So you can leave early if you have to. Now my special night is way behind schedule, thanks to your rude and inconsiderate behavior. Well, you know what's going to happen now, don't you?" I motioned him to step forward so that I could undo his belt. Quickly, I unzipped and pulled his pants and underwear down to his ankles. I couldn't resist giving his cock a smack with my hand. He flinched. "It's this that has you in trouble", I told him. "If it was bigger and able to service me, I wouldn't have to go out Friday nights and have other men attend to my pussy, would I? Now get over my lap." He obediently positioned himself correctly. He'd been spanked often enough to know exactly where I wanted him. I didn't waste any more time scolding but started to apply the hard back of the hairbrush to his bare bottom. He took the first two well but then the writhing and yelping began. I tightened my grip and showed no mercy. He got 20 good hard smacks before I let him stand up and compose himself. "I'm going for my bath now," I told him. "Get dinner started and find me something nice to wear. It better be short and sexy. If I'm not happy, you might just feel the cane on that chubby bottom of yours." His face fell to the floor. He fears the cane more than anything, and so he should. I am a surgeon with that cane. I don't use it often but when I do he knows about it for several days after. The threat worked. When I emerged from the bathroom, I glanced into the bedroom and saw that he had laid out a sexy short pink dress with matching pink bra and satin panties. Beside them was a sheer white blouse. Oh, he knows how to make me look good, I'll give him that. Pink and white striped shoes with a 4" heel were placed at the foot of the bed. I made my way into the kitchen, where hubby had prepared a nice Caesar Salad and some linguini in a nice seafood sauce. I beckoned him over to me and hugged and kissed him to show that I wasn't mad any more. "Pour me a glass of wine, honey" I told him. He did so and we ate dinner. I could see he was uncomfortable having his sore bottom on the hard kitchen chair, but I pretended not to notice. (I don't let him put his pants back on after a spanking). He began cleaning up while I went and got dressed and put on my makeup. I look good, I thought, as I admired myself in the mirror. I did a couple of twirls in the pink dress and smiled as I saw the pink satin panties revealed. There wouldn't be any trouble getting a stud tonight. "OK, I'm leaving", I called to him. "Wait for my call." I always gave him a call if I was bringing a lover home. I preferred to go to the house of whoever was going to fuck me, just to avoid my neighbors seeing me bring home strange men, but occasionally they were married and I had to take them home with me. On these occasions I would always phone my husband and instruct him to stay in the guest bedroom. I would also always tell my lover that my husband was there, just to see their response. Some would be nervous about it till I reassured them, others would be quite aroused by it. Then there were the ones I always hoped to meet, the ones who wanted my husband in the room while they were fucking me. "What will I get tonight" I wondered, as I drove to my favorite club. I hooked a young stud in no time at all. He was buying me drinks and nuzzling my neck and trying to slide a hand up under my dress. "Patience", I told him, "You'll get everything you want before the night is over." That got him really worked up. He grabbed my hand under the table and brought it to his crotch. He was rock hard! And he was very nicely endowed. I decided not to wait. "Want to come home with me?" I asked. We were out of there in less than a minute. I gave him directions to my house so he could follow in his car. I told him how to find the alley and come quietly to the back door. It's dark out there and the neighbors can't see. As I drove home I called hubby and told him my plans. He was surprised that I was coming home so early but didn't complain. He knew better. I got home and found a bottle of wine in the ice bucket and candles burning. Damn, I have that man well trained. I let my young stud in and brought him to the living room. I poured wine and told him to make himself comfortable. As we necked I whispered to him that my husband was in the house. He leapt to his feet in a panic, staring wildly around as if expecting my husband to come from the shadows with an axe. "Relax" I said, "He isn't going to bother us. He won't come out unless I tell him to." He calmed down and we began smooching again. I couldn't keep my hands off that rock hard bulge in his pants. I had to have it. I unzipped him and pulled that piece of meat out and began sucking on it. He was moaning and gyrating his hips, fucking my mouth. He grabbed my head and stopped me sucking him. He shoved me on my back on the couch and with one hand reached under my skirt and pulled my panties down and off. I thought about my nice dress and made to take it off but he wasn't waiting. He pushed it up round my waist and spread my legs. He positioned himself so that his cock was an inch away from my pussy. God, I so wanted him to fuck me. He didn't disappoint. He slid his cock up into my eager pussy and started to pound away. It felt so good. To my surprise he began to talk about my husband. "Can he hear us?" he asked. "Oh yes," I replied. "Can he hear me fucking his wife?" He was talking louder now. "Oh yes, he can hear you fucking me good." "Does he know I'm going to come in his wife's pussy?" He was practically yelling now. "Oh yes, lover, he knows you're going to fill his wife's cunt with your hot come!" I was enjoying the image of my hubby in the bedroom trying to cover his ears to no avail. "Does he like other men shoving their big hard cocks into your slut pussy?" "Yes, he knows his wife is a cock-hungry slut that he can't satisfy. He knows she loves strange men fucking her and shooting their hot jism into her!" That did it. He went rigid and I felt him spurt inside me again and again. When he rolled off he was breathing heavily. "Damn," he said, "that's the hottest sex I've ever had." "Glad you liked it," I replied. "I hope you want some more." He smiled. Don't worry," he said, "I got lots more for ya. Might be fun if your husband got to see it, what do you think?" My heart skipped a beat. "I think that might be fun, yeah" I said. I called to the bedroom. The door opened and my husband made his way to the living room, head down and very embarrassed. I instructed him to sit on the armchair and be quiet. He complied and for the next hour watched as my young lover and I sucked and fucked each other in a variety of positions. He was insatiable. Finally I had to call a timeout. "I can't get you hard again," I told him, "My jaw hurts." "Why can't hubby do it, then?" he asked. I was shocked. "What, you mean suck your dick?" "Yeah, why not, it'll give you a break and I don't mind." I looked at hubby and his expression of horror was priceless. "Well, honey, will you do it? Will you help out?" He shook his head. "No, I won't! You're pushing me too far, I won't do this!" It made me mad to hear him lip me off like that. I stormed to the bedroom and reached for the cane hanging behind the door. He saw me coming with it and tried to run for the kitchen but my lover realised right away what was happening and got him in a headlock. Together we brought him to the living room and I made him bend over the back of the couch. Lover boy held him in position while he cried and pleaded for mercy. His cries fell on deaf ears. I whipped down his sweat pants and waited for his feet to stop dancing. When they did, I brought the cane down in a perfect stroke across his chubby ass. The wail issuing from his lips was deafening. Uh-oh, I thought, the neighbors. I looked for and found my discarded panties and stuffed them in his mouth. Then it was back to work on that insolent bottom. Even my young stud flinched as I went to work with the cane. After 4 strokes I told hubby that when he was ready to co-operate he should nod and the caning would stop. No response, so I brought the rattan in with a vengeance on his ravaged butt. That was it. He began to nod violently. I nodded to lover boy to release his grip and hubby stood up. He was weeping openly and holding his bottom. I comforted him and sent him to the bathroom to bring me the jar of cold cream. When he returned, I rubbed some on the wicked welts on his butt. Lover boy was sprawled on the couch, grinning. I smiled and led hubby by the hand. "Kneel down," I told him. "Open your mouth and service this young man's cock." The cane is a wonderful tool. He obeyed every command and took the cock into his mouth. I told him how to work his tongue around it, how to lick the shaft and balls, how to get lots of spit on the head. "Don't worry, honey," I said. "You won't be perfect right away, but I'll get you lots of practise" And I did. END ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 54