I broke a rule yesterday. I confessed and truthfully, he wouldn't have known if I hadn't.
He was not pleased.
After dinner with the kids and everyone had gone to bed, he asked if I was ready for my punishment.
I'm thinking he's going to spank me and you all know how much I love that. And so does he.
I asked what my punishment was.
He got a wicked gleam in his eye and told me to "strip."
When all my clothes are removed and I'm standing naked before him, I'm told to go stand in the corner.
I walk over and stand facing him hoping this will pacify him and I won't have to face the wall.
He gives me that look and twirls his finger. A silent sign for me to turn.
I turn and face the corner feeling like a scolded child. I'm so embarrassed standing here naked in a corner.
He's lying on the bed behind me and every so often I hear the channel on the TV change.
I look over my shoulder at him and I get another finger twirl.
Grrr...... its so frustrating but the longer I stand there, the more guilty I feel for deliberatly breaking that rule.
The timer finally goes off and I turn to him. He has a smile on his face and his arms open wide. "Now come here and give me some love."
I go to him and snuggle up and enjoy having his arms wrapped around me. He kisses the top of my head and brushes the hair from my face.
It feels so good to be in his arms. We kiss and cuddle and our hands start to roam.
Things become heated and passionate. He slips out from under me and pins me down from behind. He kisses his way down from my neck to my ass and back again.
He reaches over to grab some lube. It becomes clear what he has in mind as I feel some drops of coldness hit my crack and its massaged.
It feels so good as he slowly eases himself inside me. With him holding my arms above my head and his body pinning me down, I'm immobile. All I can do is grind my hips against his. He's in complete control.
We come together and as we lie there catching our breaths he tells me I'm "forgiven."