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She makes the rules“Are you sure you want to go through with this?” Brooke asked.“Yep. I said I do, and you said you wanted to do it, too,” Clay said.“Well, just making sure!”“So, where and how do you want to do it?”“I make the decisions around here, buddy! Meet back here in twenty minutes.”“Yes, Mistress,” he joked.“You don’t know what you’re playing with, mister,” Brooke retorted, giving him a withering look.Rather than argue with her, Clay wisely left the room and wandered into the bathroom. When he finished his business, he went into the bedroom and poked around on his phone. He got involved in playing a game and was startled when he heard his wife yell at him from the living room.“Clay? Clayton Shelby! Come here this instant!”Clay knew it was on. He turned off his phone, got up and went into the living room. His eyes nearly popped out of his head when he saw her.She was dressed in a black leather, split-front pencil skirt, and a black, sleeveless crop top. The outfit, worn with a pair of black pumps, made her look like the dominatrix of his dreams. A black, studded choker around her neck completed the look. When onstage playing the oboe in the orchestra, Brooke always looked sexy but demure. In this black outfit, she looked sexy and dangerous – the girl mama warned you about.“Get those pants off, Clayton,” she said, a haughty and threatening look on her face.Clay never expected to feel anxious about what his wife could do to him, but he did. He eyed her warily, seemingly unable to undo his jeans. Brooke squinted kocaeli escort at him, folded her arms, and stood back on one foot. She looked like she meant business.“Now,” she said sharply.“Boxers, too?” he asked.She sighed in frustration, as if unable to fathom how he could ask such a dumb question.“Yes!” she said, drawing out the word as if it should have been obvious. “No, instead, take all your clothes off. I won’t stand here and have you question me like that.” She tapped her foot impatiently.“OK,” he said humbly.“OK, what?”“OK… Mistress?”“Yes, that’s correct. You will call me Mistress. That’s ‘Yes, Mistress,’ or ‘No, Mistress.’ That’s all you’re allowed to say until I’m done with you,” she said with a smile. “Understood?”“Yes, Mistress.”“Good! Now take your clothes off.”Brooke watched as he removed his jeans, shirt, shoes, socks, and boxers. His cock seemed shy, hiding from her bold persona. She smiled with an air of amusement and superiority. Then, she turned and sat down on a straight-back chair set in the middle of the living room.“Across my knees, Clayton. Now.”“Yes, Mistress,” he replied obediently.She calls the shotsIt was awkward for both of them to have him over her knees. They found it worked if he stretched his arms to the floor at her side. But even then, it wasn’t ideal. Brooke had done some reading up online about the proper way to spank so as not to seriously hurt the spankee or her hand. She cupped her hand slightly above his butt and let it fall forcefully. Clay yelped, and instantly a red mark appeared kocaeli escort bayan on his ass. Brooke was fascinated with this reaction, preceded by hand striking flesh.She brought her hand down hard again on his other cheek and got the same response. Again, the sight of a red mark welling on his bare butt fascinated her. She thought for a moment how she might like it if Clay spanked her. Of course, that lovely pink color would appear on her ass, too.Brooke felt the slit in her skirt drop open. His cock welcomed the freedom of this opening because it rubbed against her bare thigh. The sensation made his cock stiffen a little, but Brooke ignored it. She laid another swat on his butt, on the starting cheek again. This swat upon swat made his flesh turn a brighter shade of pink.Once again, she switched cheeks, laying another swat on the second. She forgot to cup her hand this time, which made a bright pink handprint on his butt, as well as a loud yelp. His butt had jiggled with that one, which interested her. She felt a twinge of arousal in her loins. That was something she never expected!On the next swat, she made sure to catch a glimpse of the impact of her hand on him. Sure enough, the flesh on his butt flattened for an instant from the impact. Brooke gave him a quick break. He was breathing hard.“How of these do I have to take?” he asked.“As many as it takes until I feel you’ve atoned for your sins,” Brooke said.“How many is that?”SMACK!Her hand came down on his anus. She hadn’t meant to swat him there. His izmit escort cock had become hard and stiff. She hadn’t expected this either, but it was a natural effect of rubbing against her thigh.“You will address me as Mistress, naughty boy!” she barked, spanking him as hard as she could.Clayton yelped and started to sob, but his hard-on didn’t go away. Could it be that a spanking turned some men on like she’d heard it turned some women on? It was something about the act, and additionally, there was the heightened possibility of clit against knee or cock against thigh.Next, she lay six swats in quick succession, bringing her strong and handsome husband to tears. She thought that that made a dozen swats, but she wasn’t sure. Brooke then lay down two sets of four, slowly. She felt he was done.Clay lay across her lap, his butt a burnished pink color. He was no longer breathing heavily, but his hard cock still rubbed against her thigh. Then Brooke got an idea.She went into the kitchen and got a dinner plate and the tub of coconut oil she sometimes used for cooking. Brooke brought these into the living and set them on the coffee table. Then she told him what she wanted from him.“Do it. Squirt your load on the plate.”“What?” Clayton asked dumbly, unsure why she would ask him to do such a thing.“You know, jerk off,” she explained, making a jerking motion with her hand.“But…” he began.“You’re being punished, young man! You don’t get any say in how you’re punished! And you’ll get no relief from me! Now get going!”Clayton felt surprised and excited by his trim, demure wife talking like this. She played in a major US orchestra, led by a well-known conductor! No one would believe him if he told anyone, not that he’d want to.She makes the commands
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