Sexy post ahead.
Last night was date night. We’d had a pretty huge miscommunication argument earlier in the day, and had mainly gotten over it by the time we left the house. I’d picked a bright red shade of lipstick for the evening to match the blouse I was wearing, something that is unusual for me. Sort of reminded me of the Red Dress Lady from The Matrix, funny enough, though our date was casual so I traded the skirt for some tight jeans and boots. Important girl game tip: Find a reason to wear red lipstick.
It still felt a little tense, but we got the restaurant and settled in. We usually use dates as an opportunity to talk about how how relationship is going, both sexy and non-sexy. We got on the subject of disciplinary spanking, which I’ve been curious about. He expressed his hesitation; he’s pretty much been raised his whole life that such a thing is considered aggravated assault (what man hasn’t?), but that he thought I needed it. I could only smirk, because I think he’s right. We’re not talking huge spanking sessions that leave me crying or anything, but maybe just the occasional couple of swats to remind me he’s in charge when I’m acting out of line.
Needless to say, it was getting my gears going.
We drove to a huge used bookstore that we love and hung out in the coffee shop portion for a while, snuggled on the couch with a couple of cups of coffee and a slice of Black Forest chocolate cake. It was so nice to just be there, and not worry about what time it was or what we needed to do. I’m not even sure how long we sat there.
We eventually got up and walked around a bit. We headed over to the relationship section, because I wanted a copy of “Screw the Roses, Send Me The Thorns” and he looked for “No More Mister Nice Guy”. Unfortunately neither we’re to be found, so we walked around some more and found some Christmas gifts for family. I picked up a copy of “Love in the Time of Colic: The New Parents Guide to Getting It On Again”. If it’s any good, I’m going to go back and buy a bunch of copies to give as baby shower gifts (they were only $1 a piece! Love used book stores). We flirted quite a bit while walking around, parting ways for a few minutes to go to separate areas, then coming back together again to touch each other in some way.
We got back home and chatted with the grandparents a bit before they left. Kids all tucked snugly in their beds. Once they left, he grabbed me and said “I want to see that lipstick on my dick”, swatted me on the ass, and sent me to take a shower. I put in a black nighty and some pink lacy panties. (Side note: I originally went for the red panties to match the lipstick, but realized those are too big for me now. SCORE. Nothing like that to make a girl feel sexy.)
He let me wait a few minutes, then came in and we got down to business. Without going into graphic play-by-play, there was a blindfold, a belt, and lots of spanking. And hairbrushes sting like a motherfucker. I’m not even sure how long I was pushed face down on the bed, but by the time he flipped me over, I felt like I was in a place I’d never been before. He made me beg for my orgasm, and when I finally did…. Erm, well, it was rather messy, if you know what I’m saying. First time for that. It was so intense, I started crying and nearly hyperventilated. First time for that too. He held me close, stroked my hair, and calmed me down because I think he thought he hurt me, but I told him I was fine, and he finished soon after.
I woke up this morning feeling completely destroyed, in a wonderful way. I’m kind of drifting off trying to recall the feeling as I’m writing, because it was so amazing.
