Covert Cravings (7 page)

When Scott returned home at 6:15 he walked in to a delectable aroma.  The table was set with candles, and the kitchen was spotless except for some bowls waiting for whatever it was that was cooking on the stove.  He poked his head in the living room and saw it too had been straightened up and vacuumed again.

Trotting up the stairs he walked into the bathroom to take a shower, and all her many jars and bottles were gone.  The counter had been wiped down and the towels were folded neatly in two separate piles: one for him and one for her.  Stripping quickly he stepped under the water and washed off his day.  He was smiling.  Amazing what a little lecture could do.  He wondered how it would be when he really started laying down the law.

Dressing in sweats he returned to the bedroom and saw the bag from
Nordstroms on the bed.  Peering inside he found two new T-shirts, and a note.

Sorry again, Scotty. 

Here are two –

Love you heaps ––

Emily

XXX

“Is that ok?” she asked, her voice soft, coming from behind him. 

He turned and saw her standing in the doorway of their closet.  She was wearing a sheer baby blue shirt with chest pockets that covered her breasts, and a short, white skirt. 

“It certainly is.  Thank you,” he smiled.  “Come here, you naughty girl.”

She ran across to him and buried her head in his chest, hugging him tightly.

“I’m so sorry,” she breathed.  “I’m just lazy and foolish sometimes.”

“I know, but not anymore, right?” he said, firmly.

“Right.  I promise.”

He grabbed the back of her hair and yanked her head back.  Her eyes stared up at him, and lowering his lips to hers he kissed her gently, then pressed harder, and harder still, until he was devouring her mouth.  When he pulled back, still clutching her locks tightly, she was breathless and her eyes were sparkling.

“Whatever is cooking smells so good – can it wait for a little while?” he asked, his voice husky.

“Uh huh,” she replied.

“Good,” he whispered, and releasing her hair dropped his hands to the back of her skirt and slowly lowered the zipper.  He heard her gasp as it fell to the floor.  His hands grabbed her naked bottom, squeezing her cheeks.

“Scott,” she whimpered, “
ooohhhh....”

Placing his arms around her thighs, he picked her up and carried her to the bed, and sat her next to him.

“I have something to tell you,” he said, staring at her intently. 

She felt her pulse quicken.  There was something in his eyes – something very, very sexy.

“Actually, I’m not going to tell you, I’m going to show you,” he said softly, and before she could think, he pulled her across his lap.

“
Aaarghh!” she cried.  “What are you doing?”

“Shush,” he said, caressing her bottom.  “I think you’ll really enjoy this.”

Knowing she was waiting for – dying for – his hand to smack her pretty cheeks, he instead slithered his fingers between her sex. 

“Baby, you’re very wet,” he crooned, sinking them, exploring her.  “Very!”

“Oooh, Scott,” she groaned, wiggling in an effort to press against his fingers.

“You know, Emily, your ass looks very
spankable,” he exclaimed, as if noticing it for the first time.  “Would you like me to spank you a little bit?”

He knew he was teasing her, driving her crazy, and that was exactly what he wanted to do.

“If you want,” she squeaked, feeling incredibly foolish over his knees.

“Perhaps just a bit,” he said, dropping his hand down on her lightly.

I can’t wait to spank you with that hairbrush,
he thought. 
At some point very soon you are in for quite a surprise!

He bounced his hand back and forth, lightly smacking, bringing a nice pink sheen to her flesh.  She squirmed a little but he knew he was barely making an impression. After laying on a dozen or so light slaps, he paused and ran his hand across her warm behind.

“Since I have you here,” he said slowly, “I think it only appropriate that I give you a hard smack for each of your sins today.  I think that would be fitting.  Don’t you, Emily?
“Um.  I guess so,” she replied, timidly  “But not too hard.”

He grinned.  She was so naughty.  He knew she wanted so much more!  But she was only going to get a taste; just enough to drive her nuts.

“Right then.  Let’s see – my shirt, the dishes, the bedspread, and leaving work for no good reason.  That’s four.   So four good smacks.  That would be two on each cheek.”

Emily wanted to scream!

No!   It’s four on each cheek.  And,  aaarrgggh…  they should be really hard.

Lifting his hand he smacked her lightly four times in total, just enough to truly frustrate her. 

“Do you think you’ve been spanked enough for what you did?” he asked, innocently.

Oh good grief.  What do I say?

“Well?” he asked.

This is your chance – take it.  TAKE IT!
  her voice yelled in her head.

“Um – well...” she whimpered.

“Yes, baby?”

“Would it be crazy if I said I think you should smack me harder?”

Scott stared at the ceiling. 
Thank you, God.

“You know, Emily, if you really want something, or need something, the best way to get it is to simply ask.  I happen to agree.  Yes, I do think you should be spanked harder.  Are you sure that’s what you want?”

A light went off in Emily’s brain.

Oh my gosh.  He just teased me with those silly slaps on purpose.  He’s totally in control right now. He’s making me beg him to spank me.  Oh my God!

“Yes,” she stammered.

“Yes...?” he pressed.

“I – uh – I’m not sure I understand,” she squeaked.

“
Hmmm.  Well, if you were being disciplined by a man in authority, how would you address him?”

“Um, sir?” she squeaked.

“So then, don’t you think you should use that since I’m going to spank you hard – just the way you want me to?”

God, I feel so weird laying here ––

“Yes.”

“Ok then.  Are you sure you want me to spank you?” he repeated.

“Yes, sir,” she whimpered.  This was turning into
something! 

“Very well then.  I will spank you as hard as I think you deserve to be spanked.  But it won’t just be for today.   It will be for the last several weeks that you’ve been very messy and unreliable and inconsiderate.  Is that what you want?”

His voice had changed.  It was thick and deep and would brook no nonsense.

“Yes, sir,” she mumbled, scared of what was to come but aching for it.

“I think, Emily my sweet, we are getting somewhere,” he said.  “Here we go.  Your first real spanking.”

Emily gasped at the words, and the way he spoke them sent an electric shock through her loins, but she didn’t have time to consider them very long.  His hand landed with a hard, stinging slap, quickly followed by another, and another and another. 

He spanked her hard and fast, much harder and faster than she thought he would, much harder and faster than she ever imagined she’d feel from him, and she was writhing and squirming and crying out for him to stop.  But he didn’t – not for a moment, his hot palm spanking across her entire bottom.  He spanked and spanked, until finally, when she thought she could take not another moment, he stopped.

Scott let out a long deep sigh.  Emily’s ass was bright red.  It looked like the photographs he’d seen on the Internet.  Half way through he had considered pulling back but something urged him on.  It was as if a force compelled him forward, and the more he spanked her bottom, and the more she cried for him to stop, the more she wriggled and writhed, the more he felt she needed it.  Only when his instinct told him to pull his hand from its work did he do so.  Spanking, he realized, was like everything else in his life.  It was all about instinct.

“Naughty little Emily finally got what she deserved,” he crooned, running his hand across her backside, soothing and caressing her.

“You spanked me so hard,” she bleated.

“Are you saying it was too hard?” he asked, gently.

She was silent. 

“I asked you a question, and I expect the truth,” he said firmly, his hand still moving gently across her scorched skin.

“No, sir, it wasn’t too hard.”

“Good.  I’m glad we’re in agreement,” he replied, pulling her up and putting her on her knees in front of him.

He stared down at her.  Her face was red as her bottom and there was a bright glaze across her eyes.  Reaching forward he sliced a finger through her pussy. 

“My god, Emily.  I thought you were wet before,” he murmured, thinking his cock was as hard as she was soggy.  “Is there anything you have to say to me?”

“Thank you.  I don’t know what’s wrong with me but I really, really needed you to do this – everything – all of it, what you did today,” she whimpered, stifling a sob.

He reached out and stroked her face. “I know, baby,” he said softly.  “I know.”

“Scott?”

“Yes?”

“Please will you make love to me?” she begged.

Scott knew this moment would come.  And he knew exactly what to say. “If you show me that you really want me.  I have been feeling lately that you almost take me for granted,” he said, staring at her.

She felt her pussy twitch.  God he was so damn sexy.  And he was right. “Yes – I guess maybe I have,” she confessed.

“So how are you going to convince me that you really do love my cock?  That you really do deserve to have it slide into your hot little twat?” he asked, touching her again, circling her clit.

“May I suck you?” she asked, placing h
er hands on the inside of his thighs.

“May I suck you
…?” he whispered, reminding her.

“Oh.  May I suck you, sir,” she said, feeling the gymnasts come to life.

“Yes, you may.  And if you do it really well, I’ll fuck the daylights out of you,” he promised.

She let out a cry, and immediately reached to pull down his sweats.

“Hold on a minute.  Close your eyes and don’t move,” he said, and as soon as she did as he said, he stood up and pulled them off himself, then reached down and unbuttoned her shirt, slipping it off her body.  He wanted to see her luscious tits as she licked and suckled him.  Settling back on the bed, he grabbed her hair and pulled her forward on to his dick.

“Ok, baby, you can open your eyes now.  I expect this to be the best blowjob you’ve ever given me.  If it’s not, there’ll be no sex and I’ll spank you again.”

The sentence threw him.  He hadn’t planned on saying it, hadn’t even thought it.  But as the words had slipped out of his mouth he felt them.  The Dominant who lived inside him was coming alive and taking over.

She looked up at him with softness in her eyes – a softness he’d not seen before.  Then lowering her head she tickled his knob with her tongue then slid it down the length of his shaft and up again.  Her lips opened and she took him in, all the way in, and held him there, swallowing at the back of her throat, causing a gentle sucking against his knob.

“Emily, that’s divine,” he murmured.  “Do that again!  Then slide your lips up and down, pressing them against me.”

Oh my God!  Another first,
she thought, and six gymnasts did consecutive tumbling runs.

“Move up now,” he said, his voice deep.  This was not just another first; it had a whole new feeling to it.  Never before had he told her how he wanted her to suck him.  He had just enjoyed whatever she offered and thought himself lucky.  How things were changing.

“Faster,” he said, grabbing her hair and moving her rapidly up and down his shaft.  “Next time we do this I’ll bring a training device.”  He had read those words along with hundreds of others, but they had stuck.  When he spoke them he almost felt as if he was outside his body, watching.  It was all so natural and it felt so fucking great!  “A nice long dressage whip,” he continued, “think about that while you’re sucking me.”

She gasped and sucked as fast as she could, his words sending a scintillating shudder through her sex. She could taste the first drops of his pre-come and brought a hand up to tickle his sack.

“Oh yeah, baby, that’s good.  You’re doing great.  You’re earning that reward.”

She let out a muffled groan and felt him swell between her lips.  He let her continue for a few more moments more before pulling her head back.

“Lean over the bed,” he said, gruffly, and she stumbled up to her feet placing her torso across the sheets. 

I’ve always wanted him to take me this way.  Oh my God.  I can’t wait!
she thought.  How many times she had almost put herself there, hoping he’d like what he saw.