Male dominant, female submissive

It was a late night at the office for him, and he came home exhausted. “You hungry, I can make you something,” she offered.

“No, I just need to lie down, I think,” he responded, and they worked their way upstairs.

Without bothering to strip off his clothing, he found his spot in the bed. And she, just a second later, was the “little spoon,” with her head on his left shoulder. “Tell me, my pet, what did you do today?” he asked.

“Well, I worked out. Had breakfast. Work was boring, but I made it through the day. Had dinner. You know that craft I’ve been working on?”

“Yeah, baby?”

“Well, I finished it!”

“Oh, that’s wonderful! What did you eat today?” he asked.

“For breakfast, toast and a banana. I had a grilled chicken salad for lunch. Dinner was tilapia and rice and asparagus.”

“That’s incredibly healthy, my pet.”

“Well, you know, I try. And tomorrow my pee is gonna be stinky!” she said, holding her nose.

“So you ate healthily,” he said, trailing his right arm down her spine. “You worked out,” he continued, starting to force her yoga pants over the curve of her ass. “You were productive,” he said, wrapping his left arm firmly around her. “I think you deserve your reward.”

And with that, his right hand smacked her left butt cheek.

She squirmed and squealed, biting into his bicep.

“You are beautiful,” he said, smacking her ass.

“You are beyond smart,” delivering another spanking.

“You are gorgeous.”

*SMACK*

“You are wonderful.”

*SMACK*

“Your work ethic amazes me.”

*SMACK*

And with the spanking delivered with “I love you,” tears started flooding from her eyes and she started openly sobbing.

“I”

*SMACK*

“Am”

*SMACK*

“So”

*SMACK*

“Fucking”

*SMACK*

“Proud”

*SMACK*

“Of”

*SMACK*

“You”

*SMACK*

She bit into his bicep as she continued sobbing. He rested his hand on her sore butt cheeks, admiring the radiating heat.

With two fingers, he pressed down on her hip, and she repositioned herself, placing her butt down on the bed, spreading her legs. The fingers of his left hand found her left nipple, and he started to squeeze while his right hand ventured between her thighs. His fingers found the lips of her sex wet and inviting, and with three fingers he pressed solidly, making little circles over that most sensitive of areas.

His left hand pinched tighter and tigher.

Her hips rocked.

She moaned aloud.

He released her nipple and grabbed the whole of her boob, fingers pressing as hard has his dexterous hands could press. She screamed in pain, convinced he was, somehow, trying to pop her boob. Yet, as she did so, the motion of his right hand picked up fervor.

She bit into his shoulder to hide the admission of pain and evidence of orgasm.

He released her breast. The pressure against her sex lessened. She laid in ecstasy for some time – though she had no idea if it was truly seconds, or minutes, or hours, while she came down from the high.

He kissed a tear off her cheek.

“So I assume I did good today?” she asked, licking her lips.

“Oh, my pet, you were perfect today,” he responded.

“So,” she continued, unfastening the button of his work trousers, “I know you’re tired. But maybe I can have dessert?”