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punishment.
Landon let me cry for minute while he rubbed my back. “What do you need to do now?”
Taking a deep breath, I blurted what I knew he expected. “Please punish my bottom with your big cock. Take my ass hard.”
He pulled the plug from my ass and squeezed my sore bottom, spreading it open wide for his lubed cock.
I groaned as the head of his cock began to press inside; it burned as I felt myself open wide as if welcoming him home.
Landon began to take my ass in a hard pounding rhythm that was uncomfortable at first, but soon I was pushing back to meet every demanding thrust.
“Oooohhh… Landon…” I groaned as the pleasure of having him inside me began to far outweigh the punishment.
“Who does this naughty bottom belong to?” he asked as he pounded into me even harder.
“You… only you…” I panted.
“My naughty girl… naughty girls get it in the ass, don’t they, baby?”
His dirty words were bringing my need to an even higher level. “Yes, sir. Naughty girls take it up the ass hard.”
“That’s right,” he said, slapping my ass as he rode me, then reaching between my legs and thrusting three fingers inside my weeping channel with his knuckles rubbing my clit. “Naughty girls take it up the ass. Come for me.”
I screamed as I came harder than ever before, little sparks dancing in front of my eyes as everything inside me seized up at once, pulsing and squeezing Landon’s fingers and cock tight as I shuddered beneath him.
Then he gave one last hard lunge and I felt the heat of him releasing inside me. “That’s my good girl.”
He pulled free and then brought a cloth from the bathroom to clean me up, crooning the whole time to me about how much he loved me and that I was his good girl again.
Once we were both cleaned up and snuggled together in my bed, I thanked Landon for my punishment.
Landon kissed me sweetly and looked deep into my eyes. “Thank you, baby. Thank you for trusting me and agreeing to domestic discipline. I never thought I’d find someone as perfect for me as you are, Shannon. To me you’re perfect in every way.”
We are a perfect match. I have finally found my home… my port in the storm.
Grilling My Buns
It had started out as such a lovely day. Company was coming. We were going to grill steaks on my front porch with the new little portable grill we had gotten the week before at Wal-Mart.
I cleaned the house all morning, but when I went outside to arrange the chairs on the porch, it was raining. Raining hard too! Oh, no! I was sure it would ruin our barbecue.
I ran inside hollering, “Landon! Landon! It’s raining!” I was fit to be tied. The first time to entertain in our home since we’d moved in together and it was all ruined!
“What are you yelling about, Shannon?” Landon asked, entering from the bedroom.
“It’s raining! The barbecue is ruined!” I cried dramatically.
“No, it isn’t, honey. We’ll just do the steaks in the oven. No big deal.” he said, kissing me on the forehead.
“That isn’t the same.” I pouted.
“You’re being silly. Everything will be fine,” he said, shaking his head. “I’m going to meet dad at the hardware store and help him get the stuff to sheetrock the garage. If you’ll take care of the steaks, I’ll do the salad when I get home. Okay?”
I nodded, still a little upset about the barbecue. The steaks wouldn’t be nearly as good cooked in the oven.
Landon had been gone about an hour when the idea occurred to me. It was a portable grill. Why couldn’t I just bring it in? I grinned, happy to have a solution to my problem.
At a quarter to six I had everything ready. The new grill was sitting on the kitchen counter, charcoal ready to be lit. The steaks had been marinating most of the afternoon.
I had everything timed just right. If I got the fire going now, the steaks should be ready shortly after everyone arrived.
I sprinkled lighter fluid across the briquettes and then lit
Landon let me cry for minute while he rubbed my back. “What do you need to do now?”
Taking a deep breath, I blurted what I knew he expected. “Please punish my bottom with your big cock. Take my ass hard.”
He pulled the plug from my ass and squeezed my sore bottom, spreading it open wide for his lubed cock.
I groaned as the head of his cock began to press inside; it burned as I felt myself open wide as if welcoming him home.
Landon began to take my ass in a hard pounding rhythm that was uncomfortable at first, but soon I was pushing back to meet every demanding thrust.
“Oooohhh… Landon…” I groaned as the pleasure of having him inside me began to far outweigh the punishment.
“Who does this naughty bottom belong to?” he asked as he pounded into me even harder.
“You… only you…” I panted.
“My naughty girl… naughty girls get it in the ass, don’t they, baby?”
His dirty words were bringing my need to an even higher level. “Yes, sir. Naughty girls take it up the ass hard.”
“That’s right,” he said, slapping my ass as he rode me, then reaching between my legs and thrusting three fingers inside my weeping channel with his knuckles rubbing my clit. “Naughty girls take it up the ass. Come for me.”
I screamed as I came harder than ever before, little sparks dancing in front of my eyes as everything inside me seized up at once, pulsing and squeezing Landon’s fingers and cock tight as I shuddered beneath him.
Then he gave one last hard lunge and I felt the heat of him releasing inside me. “That’s my good girl.”
He pulled free and then brought a cloth from the bathroom to clean me up, crooning the whole time to me about how much he loved me and that I was his good girl again.
Once we were both cleaned up and snuggled together in my bed, I thanked Landon for my punishment.
Landon kissed me sweetly and looked deep into my eyes. “Thank you, baby. Thank you for trusting me and agreeing to domestic discipline. I never thought I’d find someone as perfect for me as you are, Shannon. To me you’re perfect in every way.”
We are a perfect match. I have finally found my home… my port in the storm.
Grilling My Buns
It had started out as such a lovely day. Company was coming. We were going to grill steaks on my front porch with the new little portable grill we had gotten the week before at Wal-Mart.
I cleaned the house all morning, but when I went outside to arrange the chairs on the porch, it was raining. Raining hard too! Oh, no! I was sure it would ruin our barbecue.
I ran inside hollering, “Landon! Landon! It’s raining!” I was fit to be tied. The first time to entertain in our home since we’d moved in together and it was all ruined!
“What are you yelling about, Shannon?” Landon asked, entering from the bedroom.
“It’s raining! The barbecue is ruined!” I cried dramatically.
“No, it isn’t, honey. We’ll just do the steaks in the oven. No big deal.” he said, kissing me on the forehead.
“That isn’t the same.” I pouted.
“You’re being silly. Everything will be fine,” he said, shaking his head. “I’m going to meet dad at the hardware store and help him get the stuff to sheetrock the garage. If you’ll take care of the steaks, I’ll do the salad when I get home. Okay?”
I nodded, still a little upset about the barbecue. The steaks wouldn’t be nearly as good cooked in the oven.
Landon had been gone about an hour when the idea occurred to me. It was a portable grill. Why couldn’t I just bring it in? I grinned, happy to have a solution to my problem.
At a quarter to six I had everything ready. The new grill was sitting on the kitchen counter, charcoal ready to be lit. The steaks had been marinating most of the afternoon.
I had everything timed just right. If I got the fire going now, the steaks should be ready shortly after everyone arrived.
I sprinkled lighter fluid across the briquettes and then lit
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