It was a Wednesday night; mid-semester for my night classes in Engineering Management. The classes were fascinating, my classmates brilliant, and the time demands, intense. 9:15, the class is over, and I'm headed home, tired, but mind churning. My friend, Paul, calls: "Hey, how about a beer?"
It doesn't take much to persuade me--it's been a stressful day at work, an intense class, and I could use a bit of relaxation. "Just a couple--I've got to get home."
I met him at the bar, and with the conversation and the beer, the time got away, and it was almost 11 when I walked out of the bar, a little unsteady.
I pulled into the driveway, quietly opened the door, and walked slowly up the stairs.
I looked up, and there was my Wife, Peggy; She was standing at the top of the stairs, dressed in a leather miniskirt and black boots, a shimmering ivory satin blouse, smoking a cigarette and tapping her thigh with a riding crop. "You're late!" She remarked. I had a nice surprise planned for you tonight; but I think I've changed my mind!"
My cock instantly stood to attention, and the zipper on my slacks strained at the sudden pressure. I paused for a moment--"Get your ass up here, and pull down your pants!"
I tried to say something, but nothing came out, as She swished the crop in the air and pointed to the sofa.
I could see that She'd had a couple of glasses of wine while waiting (the half-empty bottle was on the side table) and besides the crop, Her favorite paddle was laid out on the arm of the sofa. She'd clearly been thinking about this.... She stubbed out the cigarette, and exhaled an exasperated plume.
As i came up the stairs, i unbuckled my belt, unzipped my pants (the zipper shouted relief) and as i walked across the living room, She laid the crop across the seat of my briefs, and i pulled them down, releasing my stiff cock.
"BEND OVER!" She shouted, and i did, placing my hands flat on the sofa just as She began to whip me with the crop. Over and over the tip found the insides of my thighs, the hips, and my sit spot--i could feel the welts rise, and i tried to dodge the blows; but Her aim was unerring and my ass was soon crisscrossed with grill marks like a rare steak.
She stopped for a minute to take a sip of wine, and picked up the paddle--a wooden Jokari paddle, drilled with about a dozen holes--Her favorite, when She wanted to make a point--and proceeded to even out the color of my welted bottom. i could feel it swelling, becoming hot and puffy--and my cock was dripping!
Finally satisfied, She dropped the paddle and said, "Now--I think you won't be late again without asking permission, will you, dear?" "Oh, God, no!"
"Good! Now fuck me!" and She turned around, raised the miniskirt--and by God, i fucked Her!
