Something was definitely up with my wife. Ever since she had returned home from work on Monday, she’d been very jumpy and secretive. I had caught her texting on her phone in the closet. When I had asked her what it was about, she explained it was about my Christmas present. I didn’t push the situation, but there was a nagging feeling in my gut that something was wrong with her.
“Hey sweetie, how was your day?” I asked, as I walked through the door, home from my job. I couldn’t wait to get out of my uniform. My partner and I had been on patrol in one of the worst neighborhoods in the city, which required me to wear a bulletproof vest. I knew how important this item of clothing was, but boy, was it bulky.
“Great,” she answered, not moving from the spot by the stove where she was stirring a big pot of something.
I walked over and wrapped my arms around her. Looking over her shoulder, I saw that she was cooking chili… my favorite! Nothing like a warm cup of this, with some cheese on top and handfuls of Fritos, to warm a man’s stomach on a cold winter night.
“That smells delicious, babe,” I murmured, as I pushed her hair away from her neck and began to leisurely kiss it.
She stopped her movements and leaned against me. I knew how much she loved when I kissed that spot.
“H-How was your day?” she asked, her voice shaky from my attention.
“Much better, now that I’m here with you.”
My hands slipped under the loose cotton of her shirt and cupped her naked breasts. “You aren’t wearing a bra.”
“And no panties,” she stated, shaking her behind into my groin, which caused my cock to harden instantly. The temptation to take her across the kitchen table was strong, but just as I was about to pick her up, her stomach growled.
She was hungry and I’d be damned if I took her when I knew she was. But that didn’t mean I had to stop playing with her right away. I pinched her nipples, another thing she loved. I counted to fifteen in my head before releasing them and rubbing away any of the residual pain.
I pulled her shirt back down and went over to the kitchen table. After we ate, I would claim what was mine.
“Hey!” she cried.
“We’re having dinner first and then if you’re a good girl, I’ll use my handcuffs on you.”
A smile crossed her face as she nodded. “Okay, Sir.”
I removed my vest, gun, and taser but kept my belt with my handcuffs. They’d be a constant visual reminder to my wife of what was to come soon.
A few minutes later, we were both sitting down to eat our food. It was as delicious as it smelled. My wife could sure cook. She seemed a bit more relaxed than the past couple of days. Maybe all it really was, was her boss bothering her. Besides her hiding her desire to ageplay from me, Morgan had never lied to me and I didn’t think she would. But something in my gut still told me that there was more to this story.
“So, has Mike finally backed off from picking on you?” I asked, popping some chips into my mouth.
She froze for a second, but quickly recovered. “Yes, we actually had a talk today and got everything cleared up. He shouldn’t be bothering me again.”
“Good, I’m glad to hear that.”
We finished the rest of our meal in silence, both of us apparently too focused on our own thoughts. Once the dishes and everything was cleaned up, it was time for the fun activities of the evening to begin.
“You ready to play?” I asked her as she put away the last dish.
“What, oh what should we start with tonight? Maybe a good spanking?” I asked, walking closer to her.
“I think I need to wear your handcuffs.”
“Only naughty girls wear those,” I said, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear.
“Hmm, I can help with that.” A moment later, I felt a hard poke in my side and my lovely wife was running away.
“Catch me if you can, Officer Castillo,” she called over her shoulder as she raced upstairs.
The game was on. I ran after her; she was fast for her small size, darting around everywhere. My cock hardened as I continued to chase her. Finally, I grabbed onto her waist just as we made it to our bedroom. Pulling her flush to my skin, I grinded my hard shaft into her behind. I wanted her to feel my physical desire for her. “Got you.”
“Someone seems very excited to use their handcuffs on me,” she joked, pushing her ass closer to my groin and wiggling.
“I’m always excited to see you. Now, enough chit chat,” I said in my stern voice. I spun her around so we were facing each other. “I want you to get naked. You’ve been a very naughty girl and I’m going to show you what happens to girls who misbehave.”
“Yes, Sir.” She didn’t say anything else as she removed her clothing.
Once she was fully undressed, I took a moment to appreciate the beauty of my wife. She had gorgeous curves that would make any straight man’s mouth water and cock hard. Her luscious locks of blonde hair fell down her shoulders. Her perky breasts were swollen with desire. I’d bet any amount of money if I dipped my fingers through her slit, they’d come out wet with her juices.
A visible shiver went through her body and I knew she was ready for more. “Turn around,” I ordered.
She did and I snapped the handcuffs around her wrists. “There we go. Now you won’t be able to move when you get your punishment. You’re going to lean over the bed as I redden that bottom of yours.”
“Oh, Sir, please, I’ll be good,” she cried.
“Nope, this is what happens to women who don’t listen and run away from a police officer. Do as I say or else you’ll increase the number of spanks coming your way.”
A moment later, she was bent over the bed, her delectable bottom at the perfect angle for me to administer her punishment.
Walking over to her dresser, I grabbed her hairbrush. I’d use that after I prepared her. Morgan might pretend that she didn’t want this spanking, but I knew how much she got turned on by it.
I took a seat next to her. “It’s a shame that I’m going to have to redden this butt of yours. It’s such a beautiful shade of cream.”
She shivered as I ran the tips of my fingertips over her flesh.
I landed eight swats to each of her cheeks. “How are you feeling, Morgan?” I asked, rubbing her heated skin. She shifted her bottom under my hand, which was now a pretty pink color.
“Good. I think I learned my lesson.”
“That’s for me to decide, young lady.” Placing another dozen swats on her ass had her wiggling all over the bed. One might think it was from pain, but I knew better. My wife was trying to get some friction for her clit. She always got turned on by our play as did I. My cock ached wanting to sink into her wet depth, but we weren’t done yet.
“Just what do you think you’re doing?” I asked, grabbing her hips to stop her movement.
“I… nothing,” she sheepishly answered.
“Spread your thighs for me.”
It took a bit of nudging, but she finally did and revealed her glistening pussy. “Hmmm, it seems like someone is very aroused. Are you enjoying your punishment?”
“Yes,” she mumbled into the comforter.
“I didn’t hear you,” I said, thrusting two of my fingers into her wet channel.
“Yes, Sir,” she answered loudly.
“Good, because it isn’t over yet.” I pulled my digits out and gave her two harder swats before reaching for the brush and getting back into position.
“You’ve been a naughty girl and you need to get punished.” I gave her backside six additional spanks.
“Ouch!” she cried, jumping back and forth on her tiptoes. I knew the pain was more intense for her right now, but in a few seconds the pleasure would be equally as intense. Sure enough, her body relaxed as she released a quiet moan.
“You like this brush and being spanked with it,” I stated, running the bristles over her behind.
“Oh,” she gasped, trying to move out of the way.
“No moving or else I’ll shove my cock into your ass to keep you still.”
Her squirming stopped.
“Good girl,” I praised her, rubbing her back before administering the last eight swats I’d be giving her for the night.
“Oh, my gosh,” she cried out once I finished.
I massaged the globes of her bottom until she let out a louder moan than before. Her inner thighs were coated with her juices.
“Are you ready to come, my lovely slut?” I asked, unclasping my belt and freeing my shaft.
“Please, Sir. Fuck your naughty slut.”
“As you wish.” Not a moment later I was shoving myself inside of her. She gasped and I stilled, letting her get adjusted to my size.
After a few seconds, I began thrusting in and out of her nice and slow.
“I’m so close,” she groaned and I could feel her try to move underneath me. After her spanking and having my dick inside her, I knew she’d be ready to orgasm any moment. But she’d have to wait.
“Not yet. We come together and it’ll be awhile before I’m ready. I want to play with my naughty girl.” Truth be told, it wouldn’t take me much longer to find my release, but she didn’t need to know that… yet.
“Hurry, Sir,” she whined.
I stopped my movements instantly and grabbed her ponytail. Pulling it, I lifted her head off the bed. “Look at me,” I commanded.
She turned her head to the side, until our eyes met. Her pupils were dilated and her brown irises were so dark, they almost blended in with her pupils.
“I’m in charge. You’ll orgasm when I say so. Understand, my naughty slut?”
I leaned in and kissed her. She melted into me. I knew to outsiders I would sound like a jackass, but Morgan loved it when I got dominant and talked dirty to her in the bedroom.
As I released her hair, her head fell back onto the bed. I pressed my body into hers, which allowed my cock to go even deeper inside her. I could also feel the heat from her backside radiating into my lower abdomen.
I thrusted in and out of her a few more times before I finally grunted, “You may come.”
Not a second later, I could feel her body spasm underneath mine. Her vaginal walls clamped down onto my hard shaft, squeezing it, until it became almost unbearably pleasurable.
I shoved my cock as far as I could, felt my balls pull up, as my orgasm came over me. My hot seed filled my wife’s pussy as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me.
I panted and leaned against Morgan until finally I had had enough and I pulled out of her. Reaching for my pants, I pulled the key to the handcuffs out and removed them from her wrists.
“Stay right where you are,” I commanded, before going into the bathroom and coming out with some lotion.
I didn’t think she moved a muscle. Glancing to the side, I could see that she had her eyes closed.
“Sweetheart?” I asked, shaking her shoulder.
Her eyes lazily opened. She looked like she was stoned. “That was awesome!” she exclaimed, smiling, before closing her eyes again.
I took that as a good sign. Chuckling, I rubbed the lotion into what I was sure was a tender bottom. Then I did the same to her wrists. I wanted to make sure she hadn’t hurt herself on accident.
After that, I cleaned her vagina with a wet washcloth, before I repositioned her and then climbed into bed and pulled the sheets over both of us.
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