Jason watched Sandra depart the room, shedding her only article of clothing, her yoga pants as she went. He remained, a statue of stunned silence, for several long minutes, attempting to process the unfolding events. She had brought him to the precipice of ecstasy, time and again, only to vanish, leaving him throbbing and unfulfilled. She had never before toyed with him so deliberately and then withdrawn.
Yet, as he observed the graceful sway of her flesh down the hall and towards the bedroom, a certainty settled within him. She had hinted at a reward should he excel in her pleasure. That promise was ample fuel for his resolve. Moreover, a long-held desire to explore her rear with his tongue now surged within him.
He rose on legs that felt strangely unsteady, wiping a bead of sweat from his brow, and followed her. He was still naked as his little penis dripped and swayed in front of him.
The instant he pushed the door open, he froze. There, upon the bed, lay Sandra, arranged in a posture he had never before witnessed. Naked, her posterior presented to him, her hips elevated, her face turned in his direction. God, he had never beheld anything so breathtakingly beautiful, so utterly alluring. He struggled not to spend right then and there.
“Well, are you coming, or shall I be forced to wait all night?” she inquired, a smile gracing her lips.
Jason hastened to her side, his gaze fixed as she parted her legs further and settled onto the mattress. She pulled a pillow under her hips, elevating her rear.
A smile touched Jason’s lips as he knelt between her legs. His breath hitched in his throat. She was perfection personified. Her form was virtually unmarred, her skin radiating an ethereal glow. His hands trembled as he reached out, touching her thighs, gently widening the space between them. Her skin was softer than anything he had ever known. He realized his senses had grown exponentially; every sensory nerve in his body tingled. The room felt like it was charged with electricity. His breath caught again as he gently spread her cheeks, his gaze centered on the delicate, puckered aperture nestled there, waiting for his mouth. He noted the glistening dew that already adorned her swollen sex lips, and it made his mouth water even more. He found himself questioning how he had become so complacent. He possessed the most beautiful woman in the world, right before him, and he had allowed himself to overlook her for solitary pleasure. What a fool he had been.
Jason began by lifting each of her feet, bestowing gentle kisses upon them. He moved to her ankles, then her calves, before tracing the path upward on the opposite leg. This time, as he reached her thighs, he continued his ascent, kissing and softly licking the silken skin. A moan escaped her lips, a sound that emboldened him. He moved at a measured pace until he reached the gentle curve of her buttocks, where he paused, then retraced his path down the other thigh. He could sense and see her hips shifting, knew he was igniting a fire within her. Soft whimpers escaped her, and he had yet to reach the heart of her desire.
His lips traversed the swell of one buttock, then returned, before moving to the other. Her hips moved with increasing urgency, and he understood he was driving her wild, mirroring the torment she had inflicted upon him mere moments before. It was time to reciprocate.
Finally, he ascended to where the opening to her cheeks began and began a slow, deliberate journey downward with his tongue. He parted her ass cheeks further with his fingers, his tongue tracing a tantalizing path, moving closer and closer. Upon reaching the sensitive rear opening, he paused. He looked at it as never before. It had always been a forbidden place for him. Although he had desired to pleasure her there, and would have in a second, but she had always gently refused. Now, it was as if she were begging him.
“Please,” she whispered as if reading his mind.
Jason smiled. He circled the exquisite opening with his tongue, eliciting deeper moans. He felt her respond, her tiny opening pulsing, as if craving the touch of his tongue. He held back, wanting her to experience the same exquisite agony he had endured. But the allure became too potent to resist. He finally plunged his tongue within her, forcefully, deeply and with purpose.
“Oh, God,” she gasped, her hips lifting instinctively, pressing back against his mouth.
Jason no longer held back. She wanted this as much as he did now, and he was going to give it to her. He worked his tongue, his movements slow, then rapid, deep within her. He continued his ministrations for a significant time before feeling her fingers reach between her legs, their touch arousing her clitoris. He smiled and persisted, her moans escalating in intensity. Soon, she began to climax. He remained, his rhythm unwavering, feeling her powerful contractions of her rear opening against his tongue. She climaxed with fierce intensity for a prolonged period, but even as the waves subsided, she was not ready to let him go. She reached back, drawing his head between her thighs once more. She had not been jesting when she declared he would be there for a long while.
Time dissolved as Jason continued to pleasure her, an eternity seemingly passed in an instant. Eventually, he turned his attention to her swollen, slick lips, beginning anew, licking upward before settling at her rear opening once again, this time his tongue wet with her juices as he pushed in deeply. He felt her climax again, her rear opening squeezing his tongue with each contraction, until she collapsed onto the pillow again.
Then, Sandra flipped over, pulling Jason’s mouth to her incredibly wet pussy. She wrapped her legs around his head, imprisoning him in her swollen wetness. She gushed juices like he had never felt before as she experienced several even more potent climaxes. Jason kept licking her until she finally collapsed onto the bed.
Jason remained there for a long time, his tongue gently caressing her, barely touching her sensitive and still swollen clit. When she had not stirred for a while, he pulled back, realizing she had succumbed to exhaustion. He glanced at the clock and realized that he had been at it for two hours. A smile gracing his lips, he rose and adjusted her position upon the bed, ensuring her comfort. He then covered her with the sheet and retreated to his office. He required solitude to reflect, to comprehend the events of the past few hours. He sat, naked, his own desire still a palpable throb. He doubted it had ever remained so hard for so long.
As he sat there on his chair, the very place he had been caught masturbating, the urge to do it again was almost overwhelming. For a moment, anger welled up inside him. How can she do this to me? She hasn’t let me inside her in a year. Sure, he couldn’t pleasure her with my equipment, but that shouldn’t mean that he never gets to be inside her?
Yet, as swiftly as his anger flared, it dissolved. His love for her was a force that dwarfed all else, and in a strange twist, this very situation had somehow underscored it. His devotion had deepened immeasurably in the past few days. He marveled at her restraint, her lack of fury at his self-indulgence. She had been so calm, almost… deliberate. Could she truly mean to deny him release indefinitely? Surely not. How was he to endure such a deprivation? This, he reasoned, must be a fleeting phase, one she would eventually overcome, seeing reason. A compromise would surely be found. In the interim, he would dedicate himself to her every whim, to serve her in any manner she decreed. If he proved himself worthy, perhaps he’d earn his reward.
But a formidable obstacle loomed. He now recognized the stark reality of his addiction to pornography and masturbation; addicts did not simply cease their compulsions. Left to his own devices, he was certain he would falter. He hadn’t truly stopped; a few days without the act hardly constituted abstinence. In that very moment, it took every fiber of his being not to succumb, to simply stroke himself a few times. It would be so effortless.
He needed help, but the path to seeking it remained obscure. Without it, he knew he would falter, jeopardizing the single most precious element in his life: Sandra.
Returning to the bedroom, he found Sandra awake, propped up, still naked, the sheets cast aside, her legs parted. A wide smile graced her face. “That was marvelous. You completely wore me out. But, I’m ready again.”
Jason’s eyes widened, then softened into a smile. She had never done this before. “Of course,” he murmured, crawling onto the bed and settling between her thighs again. He brought his mouth to her slick lips, eliciting an immediate moan.
After an eternity and countless climaxes, Sandra was finally sated and soon asleep again. Jason, however, remained unfulfilled. Sleep eluded him. He could only endure so much before his own needs asserted themselves. He slipped from the bed and made his way to his office. There, despite his fervent efforts, his hand found its way to his still-erect penis, drawing it from his panties. A moment later, with the slightest touch, he climaxed, spraying his sperm all over himself and Sandra’s panties.
As the sexual urgency subsided, a wave of self-loathing washed over him. He couldn’t even go a few days without masturbating. He peeled off the soiled garments and dropped them into the hamper. Then, tiptoeing back to the bedroom, he selected another pair of Sandra’s white panties and put them on, trying to mirror the state of the ones he had on.
Even as Jason slipped into bed beside Sandra, sleep remained elusive. He had disappointed himself, no, he had disappointed them both. Tears welled in his eyes as he finally drifted into unconsciousness.
The following morning, Jason was up early, still weighed down by guilt over his unintended climax. He resolved that he would do better, whatever it took.
Sandra woke a bit later to the smell of coffee and bacon drifting from the kitchen. She stretched, slipped into her exercise clothes, and headed out. When she walked in, she smiled at the sight of Jason—still wearing her panties, and nothing else. She moved up behind him and wrapped her arms around him. Lost in thought, he jumped with surprise and then laughed.
“You scared the crap out of me,” he said.
“Sorry, you just looked so huggable,” she replied, squeezing his panty-covered ass. “How did you sleep?”
“Seriously? Not that good. I was a little… uh… agitated, frustrated.”
Sandra laughed and said without sympathy, “Well, you’ll get used to it.”
He wasn’t sure about that at all.
“That was wonderful last night,” she added. “I know you’ve wanted to do that for a long, long time, but I had no idea how amazing it would feel. I loved it. It will be on the menu often from now on.”
Jason had absolutely no problem with that. He had loved it even more than he expected. Just thinking about it made his little penis twitch and rise. He jumped again when he felt Sandra’s hand wrap around him and grab his little guy.
“Wow,” she giggled, “it doesn’t take much to get you hard.”
He shivered as she squeezed him, then reluctantly removed her hand. Even after climaxing the night before, he was ready again. His release hadn’t been completely satisfying, coming almost spontaneously. Still, he was stunned by how quickly he was hard now. “I’m on the edge,” he warned.
Sandra smiled—that was exactly where she wanted him… permanently. She pulled her hand away and went to sit down for breakfast. Jason hurried after her, pouring her coffee and bringing her the newspaper. She pretended to read while quietly studying him. He kept glancing at her, tracking almost every move she made. He was so preoccupied that he burned a few pieces of bacon.
Jason didn’t think he had ever felt this ready, this tightly wound. Whatever she was doing to him, it was driving him crazy with wanting her.
It had been a long frustrating week for him. At every turn, she had taken the opportunity to dress sexy, to touch him, to kiss him, all of which he loved, but it was driving him mad. Twice during the week, she had teased and denied him; each session was harder for him to control, but Sandra was getting better at it and could read when he was close. She never allowed him to spurt.
Alas, he had once more yielded to the urge to pleasure himself. This time, it was not wholly a lapse of will. He had, in fact, employed her panties as a means to his end. His release was more potent, yet the familiar sting of shame and self-recrimination followed swiftly. He found himself utterly unable to master the insistent clamor of his body. Beyond this, he recognized a disquiet in the abrupt ebbing of his desire. He had grown accustomed to its perpetual hum. The subsequent void felt akin to those childhood Christmases, where the anticipation, nurtured for days, dissolved into a hollow ache once the last gift was unwrapped. The joy had vanished, and he mourned its absence.
That morning, after breakfast, Sandra went to their gym and spent an hour on cardio before heading out to do some shopping. She stopped by the laundry room to change out of her exercise clothes, but paused when she noticed a pair of her panties hanging halfway out of the hamper. She picked them up—and froze.
They were wet. And it was immediately clear the moisture wasn’t from her…
Jason had used her panties to masturbate. A rush of anger hit her, sharp and hot. She started to turn toward the kitchen to confront him, but stopped herself. This, she realized, was exactly what she needed for the next step. She knew he would masturbate eventually—she just didn’t know how or when she would catch him. And now the opportunity had fallen right into her hands.
She let the anger settle. Then, instead of storming back to Jason, she folded the panties and set them aside, gathered her things, and headed out.
She needed a plan now.
By the time she arrived home, a plan had formed in her mind. She just needed to do a little research before confronting Jason. It took her some time, but she eventually found what she was looking for. It was time to add discipline to the equation. She had no experience with such things, but there was plenty of solid documentation available. She ignored the more severe methods, focusing on something moderate but effective—something that would make the point clear to Jason.
She decided on a simple tool: a hairbrush. She had the perfect one, too. It had a long handle and a wide, solid back. It would do nicely. The only thing she didn’t know was how much discipline to give him. The articles all agreed that it had to be enough to make a lasting impression. She had no idea how many swats it would take to make it memorable for both of them. She would decide that in the moment.
When she finally stood, she noticed her legs were shaky and her heart was racing. She understood how important this would be. Everything depended on it. And she had no idea how Jason might react. She certainly couldn’t force him to take discipline—he first had to agree that he’d violated their agreement. Once that happened, she would need to lean on his guilt. It was going to be a delicate balance.
She found the hairbrush and slipped the still-damp panties into her pocket. Then she walked into the club room. Jason was on the sofa watching a college football game, wearing only his shorts, just as she had instructed for around the house. She assumed he had panties on underneath. But she realized that they had to be from her dresser since she had the pair he had worn last night in her pocket.
He looked up, startled. “I didn’t know you were home,” he said.
“Just got home a few minutes ago,” she lied.
“Can I get you something? A beer, a glass of wine?”
“Some lemonade would be nice,” she said. She saw him glance at the brush in her hand, puzzled. She knew that he had no idea what she was planning to do with it.
Jason hurried to the kitchen, returning with a lemonade for her and a beer for himself.
“Thank you,” she said as she took the drink, making a show of setting the brush on the sofa.
“Did you have a good shopping trip?” he asked, eyes drifting back toward the game.
Sandra noticed his distraction. It was his alma mater playing their biggest rival. Without warning, she picked up the remote and turned off the TV.
“Why did you do that?” he blurted. His face flushed immediately at his own reaction.
“Because it distracts you, and we need to talk,” she said. She reached into her pocket and pulled out the panties. Jason’s face went red instantly. He knew exactly what they were.
His mouth opened, but no sound came out.
“I found these in the hamper,” she said quietly. “It seems you couldn’t even last five days without masturbating.”
Jason stared down, panicked. “I… uh… I tried. I really did,” he said softly. Of course, he didn’t admit that he had gotten off once before.
“Not hard enough. Jason, this is not going to work…” she said, letting her words hang.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’ll do better,” he rushed out. He didn’t know what ‘this is not going to work’ meant, but the thought of divorce immediately came to mind, and it scared him.
Sandra could see, as he apparently had, that the phrase this is not going to work had frightened him. “Let me finish,” she said. “This is a critical point for us. Either you stop this, or… we are not going to make it.”
“Please,” he said. “I can try harder. I can do it. I just… I mean, I’ve been masturbating forever, all men do. It’s going to be really hard to stop. But, I promise I’ll try harder.” Deep inside, Jason knew this was a hollow promise.
Sandra pretended to consider this before she spoke. “I have a proposal that will help. But you have to agree to it, and you have to decide right now.”
“Okay, okay, I’ll try anything,” he said with desperation in his voice.
That was exactly what she needed to hear.
“From now on,” she said, “when you screw up—not just when you jerk off, but when you disobey me—I will give you discipline.” She saw him glance at the hairbrush and then look back at her warily.
“Discipline? I mean… I’m not some little kid,” he protested.
“Well, you certainly acted like one,” Sandra replied, trying to keep her voice calm.
He couldn’t argue that, but he still asked, “What kind of discipline?”
“That is for me to decide. Today, it will be a paddling with this hairbrush.” She picked it up.
“You’re going to spank me with a hairbrush? Really?” Jason asked, incredulous. He almost smiled, thinking it couldn’t be that bad.
“That’s exactly what I’m going to do. Then you’re going to stand in the corner for half an hour and think about what you’ve done.” She could tell he still didn’t think the punishment would be very difficult to handle.
“Uh… okay. If that’s what you want,” he said.
“No, it’s not what I want. It’s what you need. This is serious, Jason. I don’t know what else will work. You have to understand there are consequences for disobeying me.”
“Well… if you think it will help,” he said, still thinking it was no big deal and that he was getting off easy. He was wrong.
“I don’t know if it will work or not. But we have to try something. You have to learn to control your basic carnal instincts. You have to understand that giving yourself pleasure is a thing of the past. And as I told you the other day, you must learn to get your pleasure from pleasuring me. You don’t believe that’s possible, but everything I’ve read says it is not just possible—it’s preferable. It has saved many marriages. Do you want to save this one?”
“Oh God, yes. I love you and I love our life,” he said, tears filling his eyes.
She pointed toward his shorts. “Now, let’s get those off.”
Jason’s eyes widened. “We’re doing this here and now?”
“No time like the present. Get undressed,” Sandra said.
He slipped off his shorts, leaving him in the stretched panties. His little penis was half hard. Sandra noticed and smiled, knowing she’d be taking care of that shortly.
“Panties too,” she said.
With a red face, Jason removed them. His penis actually stiffened even more.
“Now, over my knees. And if you move around, it will be worse,” Sandra warned.
“How many… uh… how many am I going to get?” he asked.
“As many as it takes. I’ll decide when your ass is red enough,” she said.
Jason swallowed hard. He had never been spanked in his life. He recognized now this wasn’t going to be the playful spanking he had imagined. He could see the simmering anger in Sandra’s eyes—he’d seen that look before. With a resigned sigh, he climbed over her lap and settled face down toward the floor.
Sandra smiled at how much easier this had been than she expected. She looked down at his very white ass cheeks. She had never really examined him like this before. They looked almost boyish—smooth, nicely shaped, without freckles or blemishes. A chill of excitement ran through her at the thought of how different they would look when she was done.
A moment later, she wrapped her arm around his waist and raised the hairbrush. The sound of the first blow was startling in the quiet room. Jason let out a strained, halfhearted moan. The sharp red outline of the brush bloomed instantly on his cheek, sending another shiver through her. She raised the brush again, and again, each smack adding deeper color to what were still mostly pale cheeks.
Jason sucked in a breath as she built a steady rhythm. Each smack stung more than the last. After about twenty, he started to squirm.
“Hold still, or I will add more swats,” Sandra warned.
Jason tried, but within a few minutes, the pain was real. A small gasp escaped his lips. Sandra didn’t relent. She kept the strokes coming. He could hear her breathing grow heavier, though he couldn’t tell if it came from effort or something else.
Sandra felt something she usually only experienced in the courtroom—when she took control and methodically dismantled an opposing attorney, usually a man. That same heady thrill washed over her now. Her heart raced, and suddenly she realized she was getting wet. The realization shocked her, yet it pushed her on. Her strokes grew harder, faster, the room echoing with the crack of wood on bare flesh. She barely noticed Jason’s moans growing louder. Before long, he was begging her to stop.
She didn’t. She wouldn’t. Not until she was finished. She hadn’t really counted, but she had to be passing one hundred.
Then she heard him sobbing. He was actually crying. The sound hit her sharply—so sharply that she suddenly and spontaneously climaxed. That had never happened to her before. Yet, she didn’t let that stop her. In fact it made her continue longer than she would have. She didn’t stop until her arm finally weakened and she felt herself growing tired. With a shiver, she tossed the brush onto the sofa.
“Stand up,” she said.
Jason jumped to his feet, grabbing his ass cheeks. His face was twisted in pain, tears streaming freely. She had never seen a man cry like that. The sight sent a new chill through her—one that almost frightened her.
“Turn around,” she ordered. A gasp almost escaped her lips. His ass and even down the back of his upper thigh was as red as she had ever seen skin.
In some places, it had already begun turning purple. She suddenly knew she had gone too far, but she couldn’t admit that to him. She was a little embarrassed. But, she needed to stay strong and learn from this. She realized she had let her anger take over, and that was never a good thing. Still, what she saw both intrigued and excited her. Never in her life would she have believed she was capable of something like this, yet the proof was right in front of her.
She couldn’t help herself. She reached out and placed her palm on his swollen and very red ass. He moaned softly, still sobbing a little. The heat under her hand told her exactly how much it must hurt. Again, she fought the urge to comfort him. Instead, she said, “Now, first put thirty minutes on your phone, then go to the corner and stand there with your hands on your head until your alarm goes off. Then you will come join me in the bedroom. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” he said with an involuntary sob.
“Yes, what?” she replied, smacking her hand with the brush for emphasis. She saw him tremble.
For several seconds, he didn’t answer. When he finally did, he said, “Yes, ma’am.”
“Okay, over to the corner,” she said. She watched him walk away and didn’t leave until he was standing with his nose to the wall. Only then did she slip out quietly. With every step, she felt the wetness between her legs.
In her room, she stripped quickly and stretched out on the bed. With her hand between her thighs, she replayed the spanking she had given Jason and climaxed several times. Now it was Jason’s turn to pleasure her with his mouth.
To Be Continued