His soft but stern voice belied the amused smile on his face “Young pet, did I tell you to bend over the counter?”

“uh, no…Sir. No, Sir”

“So you do things I do not tell you to do AND you think I am the kind of man who will punish your for no reason? Apparently you are going to need more correction than I originally thought.”

This had not been his plan but since he would have very little opportunity to spank her and since his handprint was already on her. “Whap”. His hand landed solidly on her ass. But this time he kept his hand on her. Feeling the softness of her skin, the firmness of the muscle underneath. His finger slid between her cheeks, until the tip of one rested on her ass hole. She felt a slight push and then it was gone. “Whap”. Another hard stinging slap.  This time his hand moved down the back of her leg and up the inside of her thigh. The tips of his fingers light as feathers tracing the edges of her flower, a tip just parting the petals, then gone. “Whap”. She is so wet  two fingers slide easily into her and she thinks she may come.  Then they are gone. She is not sure but she thinks he licks them. “Whap” “Whap” “Whap” “Whap” The slaps keep coming, hard and steady. She feels her knees buckle at the same time as the orgasm crashes through her. She does not always climax with sex but this man had literally beaten one out of her.

She was hanging from the countertop, her legs lifeless when she felt his fingers rubbing her inner lips. When he started pushing them in she realized is was not his fingers. He was sliding his cock into her. Yes, she thought. Yes. Fuck me. I will do anything you want if you will only fuck me. She felt him going deeper and deeper until his body was hard against hers. He was still. She felt the urge to move but was wedged between him and the side of the island. When he slowly pulled out she stood on her tiptoes and arched her back. Offering herself. Using her body to say ‘I am yours. Please take me.’

“Stand up and turn around.” She stood and slowly turned to face him, searching his face for any clue as to what he was thinking, what he was feeling. He lifted her and set her on the counter and told her to lay down. “Put your hands under your back and do not move them.“ After placing a folded dish towel over her eyes, effectively blindfolding her, he moved to the other end of the island. He place her feet on the counter top and tied something, she found out later it was neckties, around the upper part of each leg and ankle. After tying the last leg her pushed her knees apart. She was in the kneeling position again but this time while laying on her back. On top of a kitchen island. She couldn’t decide if she felt like she was at the doctor’s office or a sacrifice on a marble alter.

She was surprised with a soft kiss on the lips. His hands found her breasts as his lips moved down her jaw to her ear, down her neck, her collar bone, onto her shoulder. She hadn’t noticed the kissing had stopped until she felt the sharp pinch on her nipples. First one and then the other. She expected him to pull her up and lead her to another part of the house but he started kissing her stomach. His beard was tickling her skin and when he drug his fingers down her ribs she would have giggled if not for the pain in her nipples. The exquisite pain that ran straight down to her dripping wet pussy. It was then she realized if his fingers were on her ribs he could not be pinching her nipples. He had put some type of clamps on them. When his hands had  slipped down to her hips, when his lips had gown below her navel, when she could feel his breath on her wet flower, he disappeared.

Her nipples felt numb and she could feel her nectar running down between her cheeks and dripping onto the countertop. She was straining to hear what he was be doing, trying to imagine what he might do to her next when she felt his hands on her knees, pushing down, spreading her legs as far as they would go. Then she felt his lips, his beard, on her thighs. Alternating from one to the other. Kissing, licking, nipping the tender skin of her thighs with his teeth. Slowly moving closer. She shivered and goose bumps covered her body when he licked her. Tongue flat and broad just like a dog. One long slow lick from the bottom to the top of her pussy. More kisses and licks, close but never touching her lips. Another shiver and a jolt of energy ran through her when he flicked whatever was clamped on her right nipple. She arched her back when he slipped his fingers into her. As one hand fingered her the other kneaded a breast. She could feel an orgasm building like a huge wave rising from the sea. Then he did something that froze her. His finger moved from her pussy to her ass, and he was pushing it in. He was using her own wetness as lube as he worked his finger in deeper. Yellow! Red! She screamed in her mind. I don’t think I want to do this. She had never had anal. She had never had a finger in her ass. If her husband had touched her there it was by accident. It wasn’t ‘clean’. His finger was all the way in and he was beginning to make short gentle thrusts with it. Before she could process how it felt, before she could say ‘red’ his face was in her pussy. He attacked her pearl with his tongue. Licking, flicking, teasing, sucking. And he was finger fucking her ass. The wave broke and crashed onto her. Pushing her under, tossing her body with its unseen currents.

She was aware of him pulling her hips to the edge of the counter. A sudden rush of blood to her nipples meant the clamps were gone and when he sucked each of her nipples the sensation intensified the orgasm. His rubbing the head of his cock on her pussy. ‘Not yet’ she thought. On the rare occasion she came first her husband had to wait because she was sensitive. It took her a few minutes before it was comfortable to continue. But He didn’t care. He was fucking her. Now. Slow deep strokes. They were growing harder, deeper, faster. He was grunting with each thrust and the impact was knocking a grunt out of her. The thrusts came harder and faster until the grunts sounded like one long growl. She had lost her sense of time. How long had he been fucking her? Then she heard it. The howl. She thought ‘Holy crap, he’s howling‘. But he wasn’t. It was her. She realized the howl-like moan was coming from her, ushering in another orgasm. Quickly followed by a groan of his own as his cock throbbed and she felt him come deep inside her. He untied her legs and pulled her up off the counter. “Clean me.” She dropped to her knees, exhausted, but she cleaned him. She sucked and licked his softening dick, tasting his come and her pussy. A taste of things to come.