Julian smoothed the tips of his fingers over her bottom as if tracking the marks he'd made and the punishment he'd wrought. It taxed Alice more severely than the punishment itself had, and she squirmed and churned her hips, rubbing her crotch against his knee, massaging herself against denim clad muscle in an attempt to get relief.
She was more aroused than she'd ever been in her life, as well as being in the most complete discomfort she'd ever experienced too. Her clitoris throbbed and ached, the beat of it exactly matching the pounding ache in her hind parts.
"What do you want, Alice?"
Julian was leaning right over her now. She could feel his bare skin against her lower back and her arm. It was hot and silky and when she breathed in, he smelt wonderful, both fragrant with cologne and foxy with the sweat of his exertions.
She wanted him. In any way she could get him, the pain in her backside notwithstanding.
"Alice?" he prompted, and she realized she'd been drifting somewhere on a different plane of consciousness, buoyed up by pain endorphins and mind-bending sexual frustration.
"I… I want to come," she gasped, her voice sounding odd and hoarse, probably because she'd been shouting and squealing for about five minutes. Was it only that long? The spanks seemed to have been falling for a millennium.
"Come?" He said it low, and teasingly, like a caress in itself as his fingertips continued to torment her reddened bottom. He was dragging the very edge of his nails over her skin. Not heavily, in fact the action was almost feather-light, but it tasked her. It tasked her very hard. Every slow, taunting glide fueled her hunger.
Hampered by her jeans and knickers, she tried to part her thighs a bit more and rock her clit against him. Julian pressed down firmly on the small of her back, steadying her. "Now, let's have the proper terminology, shall we? It's no casual matter," he murmured.
Alice groaned, her brain barely functioning as he drew a forefinger right up the crease of her bottom and circled her anus. She had trouble framing words, and she sifted frantically through the English language for something that might make even the slightest bit of sense. Eventually, while he was still lightly playing with her vent, she managed to speak.
"I want to have an orgasm."
"You want me to
give
you an orgasm, you mean? I haven't given you permission to have one on your own." His fingers moved on, exploring the juncture of buttock and thigh, investigating a particularly tender zone. "And you won't get anything at all until I hear you ask correctly."
"Please will you give me an orgasm."
She almost said
sir
or
master
, but she was still Alice, and her own woman, despite the fact that she adored him, and what he could do for her.
His fingers stilled and he gave a soft, merry little laugh. Leaning over more closely, he kissed her, his lips like a blessing on the side of her blushing face.
"Darling," he sighed, just a breath, then she felt him straighten up again, somehow both literally and figuratively, all business and dominion once again.
"You'll have to sit on my lap for an orgasm, and that's going to hurt. Can you bear up for that?" He trilled his fingers over the crown of her buttock, as if playing a flute.
"Yes. Yes, I can," said Alice through gritted teeth.
"Up you get then." He withdrew his hand from her bottom, and as Alice hauled herself to her feet, hiding her winces, he supported her.
I feel such a fool, standing here with my knickers and jeans round my ankles and my bottom bright red.
True, but somehow she was filled with pride too. She'd endured. She'd met his challenge. She might look ludicrous to someone outside of their circle of two, but daring to look into Julian's lambent eyes she saw only desire and respect, and his love, unmistakable. Glowing with something other than her spanked bottom, she stood as straight as she could, confident and flaunting. She even tilted her hips a little, teasing him with the promise of her sex.
Julian laughed softly and shook his head, making his hair glint in the lamplight. "You're incorrigible." Taking her hand he drew her down onto his lap again, making her sit this time.
Alice bit her lip. The denim of her husband's jeans was rough against her punished skin, stirring her spanked flesh anew. Yet still she shuffled, edging her tenderized thigh up close against his erection. He was huge and very hard, and despite his masterful act, he gave a little moan himself when she jostled herself against his arousal.
"Uh oh, what do you think you're doing, Alice?" he warned, but there was a smile in his voice, and his mouth was soft and accepting when she leaned in for a kiss.
For just a second or two, his lips yielded to her, and the sensation was as thrilling as it was confusing, their roles tilting like a see-saw. Then the world seemed to right itself again, and Julian slung one arm around her waist, and, with the other, cradled her jaw. His tongue plunged into her mouth and all was level again. With him in charge.
He kissed her hard and long, mastering her with his mouth and tongue as much as he'd done with his hand, the action as erotic as the spanking had been, if not more so. Waves of lasciviousness surged through Alice, a tide of lewdness. Despite the pain in her bottom, she writhed through the kiss, pressing her parted thighs down against his lap, knowing she was wetting the denim beneath her with her dew. She'd been holding onto him hard with both arms, but even as they kissed, she released with one, and tugged at the buttons of her cotton cardigan, opening it down the front. Her breasts were smallish and firm, and her bra was flimsy. She pushed and tugged it down to reveal herself to him, offering him the sight and the naked feel of her hardened nipples.
"Very nice. Very nice indeed," he whispered against her mouth, in between thrusts with is tongue, "I wonder if Mrs. Grayson was as naughty as you are. I'd like to think she sat on her hubby's lap afterwards so he could play with her pussy."
"Oh, I'm sure she did," gasped Alice, her breath catching as Julian rolled one of her teats between his finger and thumb. The rough little action made her wriggle harder, and that made her bottom ache and burn. Between her legs, her clitoris throbbed, calling for contact.
"Ask. Ask for what you want," Julian growled as if he'd read her mind again. Or perhaps he'd simply read her body.
"Please… Please Julian will you stroke my clit and make me have an orgasm."
His answer was one firm pinch to her nipple, which made her squeal, and then his hand sped swiftly to her sex, cupping it possessively. He didn't dive straight in, but just squeezed her pubis in a slow relentless rhythm.
Oh please.
The plea was silent this time, but Julian still heard her. Working with his long, nimble middle finger, he parted her thatch and slid through the curls, dividing her labia to find her clit.
"Oh God… oh yes."
Aware that she was babbling clichés, Alice laughed aloud as she came, almost immediately and very hard. Her hips jerked, lurching up as if spring-loaded, jamming her pussy against Julian's hand as waves of pleasure beat and crashed through her body. In violent motion, she barely felt her soreness. It was there, but wasn't pain any more, as she understood it. All sensation served the ecstasy of orgasm.
Still chanting nonsense, she clamped her arms around her husband's neck, kissing more yeses and oh Gods against the side of his face, his ear and his soft, clean hair. She wasn't sure how long the climax lasted. It could've been seconds, but it felt like hours of bliss.
Eventually, and inevitably, it ebbed, but not with a sense of let-down, or post coital
tristesse
. Alice floated back to reality with a smile on her face, a sense of peace and joy, and deepest love -- even though her well spanked bottom still throbbed. Her death-grip on Julian's neck relaxed as she did, and she laughed again when he drew in a huge breath as if she'd been throttling him.
"I should spank you again for nearly choking the life out of me." His voice was soft and amused as he kissed her lightly on the corner of her mouth, then stroked her hair out of her eyes. It was damp where she'd been sweating.
"I'm going to need another shower now. That was… well, pretty much indescribable." Even to her own ears her voice sounded strange and breathy, as if she'd just traveled through a whirlwind.
"Me too." Julian took her hand, and conducted it authoritatively towards his groin. "But maybe you could oblige me first, if you don't mind?"
"Oh crikey, yes. Oh, I'm sorry." Alice giggled, feeling a sort of mad, gleeful hysteria bubble up. She'd almost forgotten about Julian's raging hard-on.
"Don't be. I've enjoyed myself. It's been a while." His hand closed hard around hers, massaging. "But I could really do with the
coup de grace
now, love, whenever you're ready."
It's been a while.
Alice didn't stop laughing, but she did start wondering. It didn't surprise her at all that her husband was experienced in spanking. It'd been patently obvious that he knew precisely what he was doing. What did surprise her was that she didn't mind. She waited a second for jealousy to kick in, but it didn't. Her over-riding emotion was intense curiosity.
"I'll tell you afterwards, Ali. We'll share a glass of wine and I'll tell you everything," said Julian, his voice tight. It was his turn to have hips that lifted and hitched about now. Alice smiled in amazement at the way he'd seemed to read her thoughts. He'd always been good at that, but now the gift seemed more uncanny than ever.
"I'll keep you to that," said Alice sliding off his knee. She felt twinges of soreness in her bottom as she moved, but unless she was imagining things, they weren't quite as severe as they'd been before her orgasm. Had it acted as a kind of therapy, the release? She smiled to herself, gazing down at the vista of Julian's groin and the hefty bulge there. If a climax like that
did
ease the pain of a spanking, it was well worth enduring punishment on a regular basis. When she'd come it had nearly blown the top of her head off.
Her eyes flicked to Julian's and he waggled his brows at her in a
get a move on
gesture. Alice surveyed him serenely. She felt powerful now, as if that too was a byproduct of being punished. Had Mrs. Grayson experienced this? Or had she always been subservient to Mr. Grayson? He seemed to have ruled his household with a rod of rattan, but somehow that didn't seem quite the way for herself and Julian to conduct their relationship. She was too modern for that, and she sensed he wouldn't expect her to accept total subjugation -- even if he'd wanted to enforce it.
"What are you thinking about, love?" His blue eyes glinted, and she admired the way that he seemed prepared to wait on her convenience now.
"Oh, just stuff." With a creamy smile, Alice sank to her knees before him, not in obeisance but to get at what she wanted -- and what
he
wanted too.
Trying not to grab like a kid in a candy store, she attacked the button and zipper of his jeans. With care, she opened them up. He was so rampant. She didn't want to hurt him. There was pain and there was pain, and she loved her husband and his cock very much. As if he were a most precious treasure in the world, some rare and prized gem from the market they'd attended, she eased him out into the cool air to admire him.
Penises were odd sorts of things, but Julian's had a bizarre beauty. He was rosy and veined, with a large, well-defined glans. Silky pre-come glistened on the taut, shiny skin and his love-eye was distinct, almost winking at her. She'd never seen anything more tempting in her life. Extending her tongue, she swirled it delicately around his tip, and garnered a harshly in-drawn breath for her efforts. "Oh Ali," he moaned as she parted her lips and slowly engulfed him.
Oh, he was so fine. His texture was smooth against her tongue, and his flavor so salty and raunchy. She swirled at him, sucking and teasing and reveling in the sounds of pleasure he uttered, and, as she redoubled her efforts, the elegant profanities he shouted.
"Oh, you beauty, you beauty," he growled, grabbing her head, his fingers digging into her hair. He was rough, but she could feel the tension in him. He didn't want to hurt her while she was pleasuring him, which was a fine irony after what he'd so recently done. Alice laughed around his flesh, and then attacked him even harder with her tongue, while wiggling her fingers into his jeans to cup his testicles and stroke his perineum.
"Oh, Jesus God, Ali!" It was Julian's turn to wail, his hips pumping as he filled her mouth with semen. He pulled her hair, holding her on him, but she barely felt it. She just caressed him and loved him, her heart swelling.
*** *** ***
Later, they adjourned to the bathroom, and showered together, washing each other companionably. The wild events of the spanking and its aftermath seemed to have released all trace of tension and frustration. Temporarily, at least. They handled each others bodies with care and tenderness, and Julian was particularly solicitous, particularly gentle when he soaped Alice's bottom. In fact he handled her as if she were made of spun glass.
"Don't worry," she said, kissing his wet neck as they stood against each other, "It barely hurts at all now. You don't have to treat me with kid gloves."