Loading...Mike read the terse text message from his wife Sunny. She was working late, yet again, and had texted not to ask how his day went, but to demand he take care of dinner plans. Again. A second text amended the list: feed the dog, take all the trash out and start washing her work clothes.
Sunny had been a real bitch lately, and he was getting tired of dealing with it. He knew part of it was hormonal.
Perimenopause, her doctor had called it. Batshit fucking crazy, he called it. He knew what menopause was of course, but had no idea it was preceded by ten or more of years of insane hormonal fluctuations. That is, until earlier in the year when his previously good-natured 45-year old MILF of a wife had begun erratically alternating between being insatiably horny to downright bitchy, to sobbing at the drop of a hat.
Apparently today was a “downright bitchy” day. Problem was, it had been a solid week of “downright bitchy”, and he hadn’t seen “insatiably horny” in a couple of weeks.
Their sex life was pretty hot, most of the time, even with these new hormonal fluctuations. They’d played around with light BDSM activities for a few years, but nothing too intense. Hey, after twenty years of marriage, you have to try new things to keep the excitement going, after all. Despite her tendency to be a ball-busting bitch when she wanted to, Mike had learned she had a submissive streak and liked spankings, light bondage, and rough sex. She liked feeling dominated—well as long as he was dominating her exactly the way she wanted.
This combined with his anger over her bitchy behavior got him thinking. He decided tonight might be just the time to deliver a little attitude adjustment. Fuck her dinner, and fuck her laundry. He went to the bedroom to make a few preparations.
Sunny came in the door bitching about her shitty day at work and asking why she didn’t smell dinner cooking. Wordlessly, he grabbed her arm and pulled her into the bedroom.
“What the hell do you think you are doing, Mike?” she demanded. “I’m not in the mood; I have shit to do tonight. And what are we doing for dinner?”
He picked up the leather cuffs and stared at her. “Here’s the thing, Sunny. I don’t give a shit whether you are in the mood or not. And I haven’t decided when or if you are getting any dinner. Now strip.”
She flushed, and Mike knew she was starting to get just a teensy bit horny.
“Oooh, someone’s feeling all bossy tonight. Are you going to spank me?” she asked seductively.
Mike smiled. She probably thought tonight was going to be all about her and her pleasure, with her topping from the bottom.
“Yes, Ma’am, as a matter of fact I am going to spank you.”
Her stylish dress she’d worn to work came off in short order, and her underwear followed it. She stood in front of him naked, and he admired her body: soft round ass, curved-in waist, and firm little titties that looked more like those of a 20 year old than a 45 year old. A couple extra pounds over what she’d been when they met, but hey so did he.
He held eye contact with her as he strapped the leather cuffs on her wrists, then he made her sit while he attached the matching pair to her ankles.
“Get on the bed and lay face down with your ass across those pillows.” He had stacked pillows several feet high in the center of their king size bed.
She squealed in delight when she saw it. “Oh God, Mike, you’ve really laid out a scene for us, haven’t you. You are a very naughty boy.” She walked around the bed slowly, admiring his handiwork.
“Sunny I told you to get on the fucking bed,” he said, his voice ominous.
“Yes sir,” she said, feigning meekness. Yes, she loved being dominated, as long as it was according to her parameters. She lay down with her hips over the pillows and wiggled her butt suggestively at him.
“Spread your arms and legs,” he commanded. She complied immediately. He pulled heavy straps from each of the four corners of the bed from where he’d hidden them under the mattress, and quickly clipped them to her wrist and ankle cuffs. She was spread eagle and high-centered with her ass sticking up in the air and her head conveniently hanging right at the edge of the bed.
“Oh God, you went all out for this didn’t you, Mike. What are you going to do to me?” she asked.
“I’d say whatever the fuck I want,” he replied nonchalantly. He walked behind her and rubbed her bare buttocks with his hands. He knew she was expecting him to spank her with his bare hand. Her pussy was already wet. He gave it a single stroke with his finger and she gasped excitedly.
“Sunny, you’ve been a bad girl this week,” he began. “A real bitch, in fact. You’ve been a bitch to me, to your family, to the dog. Oh, and let’s not forget the girlscout who knocked on our door selling cookies.”
“Fuck her! I had already told her the day before I didn’t want any—”
“Sunny, it was a fucking ten year old girl! You’re really just proving my point here.”
“I know Mike; I’m sorry. I need a spanking, don’t I?” She wiggled her bottom again.
“Yes, indeed you do.”
Mike walked around to stand in front of her head. She never even knew what he was up to until he had the ball gag secured around her head.
She let out a string of muffled yelps. Yep, that pissed her off for sure. Mike smiled. This was turning out to be even more fun than he thought.
“Mrph! Mrph! Mrph!” she said angrily.
“What’s that, baby? I can’t understand you.”
“Mmrrrrrpphh!”
“Anyway, as I was saying—please listen up because I’m only going to explain this once. You need you butt busted, dear wife. But here’s the thing, Sunny. You’re getting a real spanking tonight, not the kind where I stop as soon as you say “ow” too loud. Not ten whacks and then we fuck in the position of your choice. Not a spanking with safe words, and not a spanking where I eat your pussy out between strokes.
“You need your ass beat until it is red and glowing and you can’t sit down for a week. You need your ass beat until you have learned to get your emotions under control and reel in that bitchy behavior. Do you understand?”
She was silent, likely still processing the full implications of what he’d said. He smacked her hard with the wooden spatula he’d decided to try for the occasion. Her whole body jerked, and she let out another muffled, angry yelp.
“I said, do you understand?”
“Muh huh,” came her muffled-yet-obedient reply.
“That’s better. Now, after I spank the bitch out of you, I’m going to fuck you however I want. I’m thinking about either face-fucking you, or reaming your ass. Or maybe both.”
She moaned. So far, it was all just a story he was telling her, and it was turning her on. Shiny pussy juices were streaming out of her exposed cunt. A similar stream of drool was oozing out of the ball gag. She looked up at him pitifully.
“And it’s going to be all about my pleasure, not yours baby. If you happen to get off, great for you, but I’m not catering to your whims. But on to the task at hand, it’s time for your spanking now. Feel free to yell and scream and call me whatever names you want.”
He started off with some easy whacks, alternating buttocks. He wanted to warm her up for the main event slowly. He gave her a few seconds to recover from each, but not quite enough to stop the pain from slowly building up. After five minutes or so, she was yelping with each whack, and he paused.
He saw the tension in her body relax. She was hoping it was over.
“Good job, baby,” he said encouragingly. “You made it through your warm-up. Now you’re ready for your actual punishment.”
She let off another stream of angry “mrphs”. They turned into high-pitched squeals when the first serious blow hit her right buttock. He quickly laid a matching blow on her left side, and she screeched louder through the ball gag.
He continued, reducing the recovery time to only about a second, and placing the blows around different areas of her butt cheeks, so that her whole ass was slowly taking on an angry pink glow. She was still screeching after each blow. After another five minutes, her voice was becoming hoarse and dry.
He gave her several hard blows to the same spot in rapid succession, then did the same to a few more spots. Oh, she didn’t like those at all. The screeches now had desperate sobs in between them, and she had tears streaking down her face.
He stopped and examined his work proudly. He wanted to make this as painful as possible without doing any serious damage to her beautiful butt. So far he seemed to be doing a good job of it.
He walked around to the other edge of the bed where her head was just barely hanging off and squatted down close to her face. “How are you doing, sweetheart?”
She sobbed.
“Do you think you have learned your lesson?”
She nodded her head vigorously.
“Okay, let’s see if we are finished. I’m going to take this gag off, and you are going to suck my cock. No complaining, no yelling, no bitching. Okay?”
She nodded again.
He unbuckled he gag and pulled the ball out of her mouth.
“Mike, you goddamn motherfucker! I’m going to ki—” She had started screaming at her, but he just cut her off by shoving the ball gag back in her mouth.
“Sorry, baby, it looks your spanking isn’t over after all.”
He gave her 10 rapid whacks to the same spot on the center of her right buttock, then did the same to her left. Her screams were even louder than before. He then went back to a steady alternation between right and left. She was still screaming after each one, but she sounded like she was running out of steam. Her ass was now a bright red shade.
He stopped eventually and went around to her face again. “Okay baby one more time. I can do this all night long. If you are ready to suck my cock without a single word, your spanking is over. Do you understand?”
She nodded meekly. Tears were streaming down her face freely now.
He took the gag off again, but this time she didn’t say anything. She just hung her head sobbing. He undid his pants and freed his cock. Damn, he hadn’t been this hard in years. He pushed it to her lips and slid in without resistance.
She started sucking him weakly.
“You’re just phoning it in, baby. I suggest you suck my cock like you want me to forget about spanking you any more.”
Her enthusiasm quadrupled instantaneously.
“Oh, yeah, that’s fucking great.” He started thrusting into her mouth, trying to maneuver down her throat.
“Stop blocking me with your tongue, baby. Take it all the way down.”
She relaxed and let him deep throat her for a few thrusts every so often. He grabbed the hair at the nape of her neck and began thrusting harder. Her eyes were watering, both from her emotional state as well as the gagging effect from the throat fucking she was getting. He was getting so close.
He pulled out of her mouth and stroked himself to completion so he could spew his load on her face. He knew she hated that.
“Holy fuck, Sunny, that was great! You are one amazing cock sucker,” he praised.
He stepped back to take in a full view of his beautiful wife. She was still bound spread eagle with her ass in the air. Tears, cum, snot, and drool dripped off her face, and her hair hung in a stringy mess. Her ass still glowed, and there were a few raised whelps and the beginnings of some faint blue bruises here and there. There was a long trail of her pussy juices running down the stack of pillows she was laying on.
“You look gorgeous, sweetheart,” he said earnestly. He started freeing her limbs.
“Sunny, I’d like you to go clean all the bodily fluids off of you, and then go rustle up something for our dinner now, please. It doesn’t have to be anything elaborate.”
“Okay,” she replied meekly.
“Then go and start your laundry. I will take care of the dog and get the trash out,” he continued.
Later, they sat in the living room finishing a dinner of fried eggs and toast. Mike was on the couch flipping through the TV stations. Sunny was finding it difficult to sit on her spanked ass, so she was kneeling on the floor by the ottoman, leaning forward on her elbows, sullenly eating her dinner.
“Babe, does your butt hurt?” Mike asked.
“Yes.”
“Good! You look really tempting leaning over that ottoman. I may have to fuck you again.”
He could practically see her body shudder as she flamed back towards her former state of arousal. He had left her extremely frustrated after the spanking session.
“Your pussy is already wet, isn’t it?” he asked her.
“Yes,” she replied shamefully.
“Want another spanking?” he suggested teasingly.
“No! Please, I—”
“Just kidding, baby. No more spanking tonight, as long as you behave. Strip down and get your knees up on that ottoman, ass in the air,” he commanded.
Eager to get some relief from her ongoing sexual frustration, she complied immediately.
“Remember, sweetie, tonight is all about me, not you. You’re submitting, and I’m doing whatever the fuck I want to you. If you start trying to order me around, we may have to have round two on the spankings.”
“Yes sir.”
“God, you have a nice ass, Sunny. And your juicy pussy is already making a mess here.” There was a long string of slime running from her cunt down to a small puddle on the ottoman.
He scooped up a handful of the juice and ran it up to lube her ass. She made a whining noise and tried to move her ass away from him.
“Baby, I already told you what I would be doing to you. I fucked your mouth earlier, and now I’m taking your sweet ass.”
“Mike, no,” she protested weakly. Despite her protests, Mike noticed an additional surge of pussy juices flow out of her as soon as he told her what was about to happen to her. Sunny loved anal—as in multiple orgasms, lose all control, wake up the neighbors screaming love. But he knew she had major hangups about it; it made her feel shameful and dirty, so she always had to go through the motions of pretending not to want it.
“Sunny, don’t make me warn you again. Another spanking on top of the first is really not going to feel good, and you’re getting ass-fucked either way. Now, stick your ass up in the air as high as it will go.”
She complied. Damn, her pussy and ass were laid out like a smorgasbord in front of him. He lubed up her ass more.
“Bring your arms behind you and spread your ass cheeks for me,” Mike commanded.
“Oh God, Mike, don’t make me do this,” she whined, humiliated.
Mike slapped her inflamed buttock flesh sharply with his hand. As if by magic, two hands whipped back and spread her cheeks wide. He smiled and ran his finger around her tautly stretched asshole, and she moaned.
“You like this don’t you?”
She moaned some more.
“Don’t you?” he repeated ominously.
“Y—yes.”
“Ask me for it, baby,” he commanded. When she hesitated, he just started rubbing her butt on the last area he’d smacked her.
“P—please…please fuck my ass,” she whimpered.
He lubed his cock up with another sloppy handful of her copious pussy juices and pressed it against her anus. He drilled his cock into her ass slowly. Damn she was tight!
“Ow…OW!” she cried out as his nob popped past her anal sphincters, at which point he stopped going slow and thrust fully into her ass so that his balls were pressed against her wet pussy.
“Mike, it’s too big; you’re stretching me!”
“Damn straight I’m stretching you, baby. I’m going to fuck your ass raw.” He began to pump his cock in and out of her tight ass. Her moans of pain started to turn to pleasure.
“God, Sunny, I can’t believe you like being drilled in the ass. You are a dirty, dirty girl.” Her moans began to turn to cries.
He continued fucking her vigorously. She was so tight, it was actually a resistance workout: her ass resisted each thrust inward, then gripped his cock like a vise each time he pulled out. It felt amazing!
“Oh, God, Mike! Please let me touch myself. Please?” she begged. Her hands were still on her ass spreading her butt cheeks.
“Knock yourself out baby.”
Her moans intensified. “Oh, Mike, ahh! I’m going to cum! Ohh!”
She screamed wildly as she came, her ass muscles clamping down even more around his cock. Mike felt his balls drawing up.
He let out a growling noise and pounded her hard as he came, shooting his load deep into her ass. He held her hips in place until he’d filled her with the last squirt.
He pulled out of her and admired his work again. She still had her reddened buttocks high in the air. Her asshole was now a matching shade of red from being vigorously fucked, and she had a little jiz dribbling out of it. Her pussy had made a slick, sopping mess all over her legs and their furniture.
“Damn, Sunny, you’ve made enough pussy juice to lube an orgy,” he commented. “Go get something to clean the ottoman up.” She complied immediately.
They spent the rest of the evening watching a movie together, with Sunny draped on her stomach over Mike’s lap to keep the pressure off her ass. Mike couldn’t believe what a change the ass beating had on Sunny’s attitude.
He decided he was going to have to make this attitude adjustment a monthly thing, whether she needed it or not.