Maria tries to be obedient. It’s just so difficult when Kenton keeps pushing her boundaries. To him, it’s ‘daring’, to Maria dangerous and transgressive. His imagination is dark and she a compliant apprentice, indulging an inventive array of spanking positions and implements. Maria knows her man’s favourite roleplays and strives to please by dressing up and acting them out. They’ve drawn up a punishment bucket list and painstakingly, in every sense, worked through it almost to the end. Faced with these final challenges, Maria is uncharacteristically hesitant.
“If you choose to be difficult,” warns Kenton, “I’ll be stricter.”
“I’m scared,” whispers Maria.
“You don’t trust me?”
“Of course,” she answers sincerely. “You’ve never inflicted more pain than it takes to get me off. I’m just not sure how much I can take and don’t want to disappoint.”
“Then you decide if we proceed,” says Kenton. “Being sexually submissive doesn’t deny you a voice.” He wears a tight black T-shirt and jeans, emphasising his muscular frame; radiates calm, confidence and control. Quite the package.
In contrast, Maria is naked save for vertiginously high heels and a platinum necklace, black hair a sharp contrast to his blonde locks. Already wet between the legs at the thrilling prospect of complicit surrender, she gathers her courage and stands tall, green eyes flashing. “Game on,” Maria announces.
Seizing the moment, Kenton pushes her face down onto their bed, pulls Maria’s ankles wide apart, and fastens a broad leather cuff around each before clipping them to a length of steel tube.
“No, please,” she slips easily into character.
“A spreader bar assists intimate discipline.” As he speaks, Kenton’s hand spanks her pussy, transmitting jolts of carnality to Maria’s lust-swollen clitoris. She cries out, struggling against her bonds.
“Going to obey my instructions?”
“Yes,” she replies instantly, already subdued and sore.
“Spread your bottom wide.”
Crimson-faced with shame, Maria reluctantly obeys, painted nails sensually separating her cheeks.
Kenton squirts a sliver of cold lube into the dark divide of her cleft, and spreads the lubricant with a probing digit, pushing against Maria’s rosebud clenching in involuntary reaction until it yields. Teasingly withdraws his finger, knuckle by knuckle, then substitutes a butt plug, working it in a few centimetres at a time until only the base is visible.
“An exercise in self-control, to be kept in place while I chastise you, I’ll start from the beginning if you let it fall out.”
“Oh, Kenton, it’s too embarrassing, just fuck me instead,” Maria pleads, persuasively jiggling her rear.
Ignoring this plea, Kenton delivers six lusty lashes to his wife’s pert posterior with a small martinet, entertained by the spectacle as Maria tries to absorb the horizontal lines of hurt. She tenses internally, trying to retain the plug stretching her tight back passage, derriere hot and stinging, cunt throbbing and aching to be filled, a mix of confusing sensations. The final blows from the stinging leather tails fall across the fullest swell of her tender lower buttocks and thighs. Losing all composure, Maria writhes in distress, the plug slipping from her sore arse.
He caresses her glowing, whip-streaked behind, bending to kiss each crimson buttock, slipping two fingers into her slippery sex. Legs forced apart, bottom blazing, Maria’s hips gyrate wildly, expertly bought to orgasm, squirting copiously when she comes.
He undoes her bounds and helps Maria, still euphorically in the zone, get shakily to her feet. She rubs her tender rear with both hands, embarrassed by the wetness streaking her thighs.
Kenton holds her tightly until Maria’s heartbeat slows. Wordlessly, she turns and bends over provocatively, and asks him to penetrate her virgin arse, the final item on their list.
