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Bad Girl

Bad Girl Coming home from work, tired and hot, you walk into our cool, and quiet home. You kick off your shoes, only to notice a pair of men's shoes at your feet. Not your shoes. You call out my name, thinking "whose here?" You notice a man's jacket hanging over the banister. Also not yours. You then hear the shower running upstairs. You race up the stairs, two at a time. Although not a normally jealous man, you are now suspicious. One of my red heels are on the stairs half way up. At the top of the stairs you find more clothing, a skirt of mine, the other red shoe, and a man's T-shirt, not yours. Your heart starts to beat wildly with the images starting in your mind, of me with another man. Someone else touching me. At the doorway to our bedroom you find a blouse of mine, my favorite push-up bra, and a pair of men's jeans in a heap. Not your jeans. You grab my bra and the jeans. You look in the bedroom with amazement as dozens of candles burn in an otherwise dark room. Connected to our bedroom is our bathroom. The door is part way open, and you see a pair of men's underwear and some large socks, and finally a pair of my panties, ones that you gave me as a present. The shower is still running as you kick open the bathroom door. Now furious, you shake the jeans and bra at me and yell, "Where the fuck is he?" Only then do you notice that I am alone in the shower, the glass door clearly shows only me, naked and wet. "Where is who?" I innocently ask. You charge out of the room, and search under the bed, in the closet. Nobody there. You race back into the hallway, and look in the other rooms, the den, the spare room the other bathroom. Nobody there. You come back to the bathroom slam open the shower door. I stand there naked in front of you. "Cecilia, who's clothes are these?" you ask me, now almost afraid to know. I answer, "I don't know but he's naked where ever he is." I start to laugh. You look at me, and in a very even and very angry voice ask me again, "Ceel who's clothes are these?" Smiling, I answer you finally, "They're yours. I bought them for you this morning, the tags are still on them, and the sneakers downstairs have never been worn. It was a joke, honey, I'm really sorry." The look on your face tells me that you didn't find it funny. "Come in here, and let me make it up to you, Lover. Perhaps you should spank me?" I can see the hint of a smile start in your eyes, as you strip off your clothes, and climb into the shower with me. You get under the spray, and I begin to rub you with the soap, across your chest and down your belly. I skip past down to your thighs, rubbing soap into your skin. I can feel you start to relax under my hands. You say to me, "Come here, woman," and pull me upright so you can kiss me, hard. You press me up against the wall and grab onto one of my breasts. Your mouth is hard against mine, your tongue moves into my mouth. Breaking the kiss finally, you ask me, "So how are you going to make this one up to me?" I can see the look in your eyes, you are very glad it was only a joke, but you are still a bit angry. Grinning, I move away from the wall, and resettle myself on my knees at your feet. I reach up and grasp your dick, now aroused from the heat of the water and the heat of our kiss. You put your hand on top of my head, as I kiss the end of your penis. The angry look fades from your eyes as my mouth slips around your hard cock. You groan as the heat from my mouth exceeds the temperature of the water beating down over your shoulders. You lean one shoulder against the wall to hold you upright as you close your eyes and enjoy the sensations coming from your dick. My mouth slides up your dick, enveloping it entirely. You can feel my tongue slithering across your cock as I slide my mouth down to the tip. My tongue tickles the sensitive spot under the head of your penis. I slowly run my hand up your inner thigh, and gently grasp your balls in my soapy hand. I lift each one, weighing it in my palm. My lips are still wrapped around your dick, bringing you closer and closer to the end of your endurance. You will soon loose all control and spill into my waiting mouth. You murmur to me, "Ceel, stop, I can't..." your words are lost in the thunder of the water. You feel the rush of semen from the bottom of your balls, rushing up and crashing through your body. A deep moan escapes your lips, as you spill into my waiting throat. You circle my head against your belly, not wanting me to move away for a minute. Finally the tension leaves your body and you release me. You pull me to my feet, and kiss me hard, spreading my lips with your tongue. Your hand finds the hot wet spot between my legs. The sexual tension overflows and you reach behind you to turn off the water. You pull me out of the shower, and with us both still dripping wet, lift me and take the four steps it takes to reach our bed. You toss me down, and cover my body with yours, hardly allowing me a breath. The urge to punish me is still strong. You reach into the dresser, bringing out the silk ties you know I keep tucked away for our "fun" sessions. You tie my hands together, kissing me all the while. Thinking it part of our usual play, I let you tie my hands to the top of the bed. Suddenly you move off my body, position a pillow in the centre of the bed and flip me over on my stomach. You pull out two more ties from the dresser and tie each of my ankles to either side of the bed, stretching me out spread eagle on my stomach. "Now its time for your punishment Ceel," you grin at me, "And I want you to take it like a big girl and not cry out too much. Extra whining gets extra swats." You move to your dresser and take out your big leather belt. Seeing you advance with your chosen tool, I start to beg you, "Honey it wasn't that bad. It was a joke! Please, babe, don't do this!" The pleading in my voice almost makes you stop, but an evil grin overcomes you, and you continue to advance. "That sounded like whining to me, add one more to the three I was going to give you." The belt whistles as you swing it thru the air, and the CRACK! as it hits my tender, freshly showered ass stings like hundreds of bees. I let out an involuntary squeek, unable to help myself. You stop to rub my ass where the welt had started to rise. You let your hands wander down and caress my wet snatch. "Only three more baby, and no more whining!" CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! My ass was on fire. You dropped the belt to the floor and bent to untie my legs and then my arms. You took me in your arms to comfort me. I wanted to be angry with you, but somehow I just couldn't. "Youre a bad girl, Ceel. Sometimes I think im going to have to punish you. And seeing how turned on we both appear to get...." Your hand had strayed again to my crotch, now soaked with my juices. Right again! It had turned me on tremendously! As we lay there in the dark, I started thinking of ways to get you riled up enough to punish me again....