It had been a really long day at the office. It was a Monday. I’d been grumpy on the phone with my hubby Mike when he
called to cheerfully see how my day was going. “It’s a Monday!” I snarked. He ignored me and said, “I like those tights you wore this morning,” which did perk me up a little. I had worn a black chiffon button-down blouse tucked into a burgundy pencil skirt that fell just above the knee, with black diamond-patterned tights and black t-strap heels. Mike likes a subtle, classy “naughty librarian” look on me, but honestly I don’t often put in the effort. I had loved the patterned tights while shopping the previous weekend, so had put the outfit together for him. His noticing it made me feel a little tingly. Before ending the call, he purred in a low voice over the phone, “You have something waiting for you when you get home tonight.” That tone in his voice certainly gave me something to think about for the next hour before I left the office!
When I got home, Mike was waiting for me at the door with a sweet smile but also the slightly “stern” look that makes my heart skip a beat and drives me wild. Without a word he took my hand and led me to our bedroom. There were two pillows stacked on the bed, and he guided me over them, still fully dressed. This position placed my bottom up high, exactly where he wanted it. I smiled, with my face pressed against the bed sheet. Mike caressed my lower back and bottom a bit before beginning to spank me lightly over my skirt. I squirmed a bit on the pillows, and he ordered me to hold still while easing my skirt up, leaving nothing but those diamond-patterned tights protecting my soft skin. Mike spanked a little harder and a little faster, first one cheek then the other, causing heat to spread all through me. I moaned softly, spreading my legs for him and arching my back, pushing my bottom up for his hand. The bed shifted slightly, and I saw Mike pick up the wooden bath brush lying next to me. A thrill raced up my spine and prickled my scalp. The wooden bath brush came down on my sensitive backside with a “whack” and I moaned again. He didn’t spank hard, just paddled me firmly enough to cause a good sting that caused me to feel increasingly hot, wet, and like I wanted to lose my mind with longing for him. While paddling my bottom, he playfully scolded me for being a naughty, grumpy girl today. I could hear his breathing becoming ragged while he scolded me. Next thing I knew I suddenly felt my hubby’s strong hands ripping open the fabric of the tights, quickly exposing my bare bottom, and there was suddenly cool air on my hot, bare skin. Oh, that man was so freaking hot. I wanted him so badly I couldn’t stand it.
“Oh please…please Mike!” I begged, arching my back even further and pushing my now bare bottom up as high as I could, legs spreading slightly more. The satisfying crack of the wooden bath brush landing against my bare bottom brought forth more of my cries of pure lust and pleasure, spreading through me like a hot wave.
“Please…” I moaned, and Mike teased, “Please what, babe?” I groaned and sassily snarked “Oh you…you’re cuuuute“. “WHACK!” the bath brush sizzled against my bottom, causing me to gasp and moan loudly. “Please…what?!” demanded my hubby’s sexy, stern voice. I pleaded in my sweetest voice. “Please….please fuck me, babe. Please?? Please fuck me hard!”
I felt his fingers firmly, slowly slide up against the inside of my still silky tight-covered thigh, and slooowly slide up past the torn fabric, ripping it a little further open to expose me further, and then his fingers delved into my hot wetness, as he brought the bath brush down again at the same time on my upturned bottom. I cried out in ecstasy, begging, pleading, up on my knees and opening my legs as far as I could for my husband. Finally I heard rustling and felt movement behind me, and felt his hands firmly grip my hips and finally – finally – his throbbing cock slam deep into me, claiming me. I cried out over and over, rocking my throbbing, hot bottom back to meet each of his hard, deep thrusts eagerly until both of us exploded into a fireworks display of a climax together, completely spent. Mike tumbled down on the bed next to me and wrapped me in his strong arms, ruffling my hair, both of us ecstatic and laughing together. He rubbed my warm, tender bottom and I giggled.
“So…” purred my handsome hubby in my ear, “How was your day, babe?”
I contentedly purred back, “Mmmm. It was a Monday. An awesome Monday.”
He chuckled and whispered “Maybe we can have more Mondays like this one?” and I smiled, nodding against his chest, and he added “But I guess we’re gonna have to replace those tights. Uh…oops.” and we both burst out laughing.
called to cheerfully see how my day was going. “It’s a Monday!” I snarked. He ignored me and said, “I like those tights you wore this morning,” which did perk me up a little. I had worn a black chiffon button-down blouse tucked into a burgundy pencil skirt that fell just above the knee, with black diamond-patterned tights and black t-strap heels. Mike likes a subtle, classy “naughty librarian” look on me, but honestly I don’t often put in the effort. I had loved the patterned tights while shopping the previous weekend, so had put the outfit together for him. His noticing it made me feel a little tingly. Before ending the call, he purred in a low voice over the phone, “You have something waiting for you when you get home tonight.” That tone in his voice certainly gave me something to think about for the next hour before I left the office!
When I got home, Mike was waiting for me at the door with a sweet smile but also the slightly “stern” look that makes my heart skip a beat and drives me wild. Without a word he took my hand and led me to our bedroom. There were two pillows stacked on the bed, and he guided me over them, still fully dressed. This position placed my bottom up high, exactly where he wanted it. I smiled, with my face pressed against the bed sheet. Mike caressed my lower back and bottom a bit before beginning to spank me lightly over my skirt. I squirmed a bit on the pillows, and he ordered me to hold still while easing my skirt up, leaving nothing but those diamond-patterned tights protecting my soft skin. Mike spanked a little harder and a little faster, first one cheek then the other, causing heat to spread all through me. I moaned softly, spreading my legs for him and arching my back, pushing my bottom up for his hand. The bed shifted slightly, and I saw Mike pick up the wooden bath brush lying next to me. A thrill raced up my spine and prickled my scalp. The wooden bath brush came down on my sensitive backside with a “whack” and I moaned again. He didn’t spank hard, just paddled me firmly enough to cause a good sting that caused me to feel increasingly hot, wet, and like I wanted to lose my mind with longing for him. While paddling my bottom, he playfully scolded me for being a naughty, grumpy girl today. I could hear his breathing becoming ragged while he scolded me. Next thing I knew I suddenly felt my hubby’s strong hands ripping open the fabric of the tights, quickly exposing my bare bottom, and there was suddenly cool air on my hot, bare skin. Oh, that man was so freaking hot. I wanted him so badly I couldn’t stand it.
“Oh please…please Mike!” I begged, arching my back even further and pushing my now bare bottom up as high as I could, legs spreading slightly more. The satisfying crack of the wooden bath brush landing against my bare bottom brought forth more of my cries of pure lust and pleasure, spreading through me like a hot wave.
“Please…” I moaned, and Mike teased, “Please what, babe?” I groaned and sassily snarked “Oh you…you’re cuuuute“. “WHACK!” the bath brush sizzled against my bottom, causing me to gasp and moan loudly. “Please…what?!” demanded my hubby’s sexy, stern voice. I pleaded in my sweetest voice. “Please….please fuck me, babe. Please?? Please fuck me hard!”
I felt his fingers firmly, slowly slide up against the inside of my still silky tight-covered thigh, and slooowly slide up past the torn fabric, ripping it a little further open to expose me further, and then his fingers delved into my hot wetness, as he brought the bath brush down again at the same time on my upturned bottom. I cried out in ecstasy, begging, pleading, up on my knees and opening my legs as far as I could for my husband. Finally I heard rustling and felt movement behind me, and felt his hands firmly grip my hips and finally – finally – his throbbing cock slam deep into me, claiming me. I cried out over and over, rocking my throbbing, hot bottom back to meet each of his hard, deep thrusts eagerly until both of us exploded into a fireworks display of a climax together, completely spent. Mike tumbled down on the bed next to me and wrapped me in his strong arms, ruffling my hair, both of us ecstatic and laughing together. He rubbed my warm, tender bottom and I giggled.
“So…” purred my handsome hubby in my ear, “How was your day, babe?”
I contentedly purred back, “Mmmm. It was a Monday. An awesome Monday.”
He chuckled and whispered “Maybe we can have more Mondays like this one?” and I smiled, nodding against his chest, and he added “But I guess we’re gonna have to replace those tights. Uh…oops.” and we both burst out laughing.
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