Archive-name: Bondage/spicy02.txt

Archive-author: Robert 42

Archive-title: Something a Little Spicy - 02





        Is it possible to look at a good marriage and be able to pinpoint

    exactly what keeps it together?



        Vickie Johnson, and her husband of 12 years, Jason had such a

    marriage. I would imagine that they are kept together by not letting

    the whole hoopla of marriage get out of perspective.



        No, Jason was no different from any other 32 year old Yuppie. Just

    knowing how many marriages end in divorce make one have to wonder

    exactly what Jason and Vickie had going for them.



        Vickie knew what they had. The understanding they came to earlier

    in their relationship is what invariably kept them together.



        She sat in their house at about 6:45pm when she heard the gentle

    whine of the car engine as Jason pulled into the driveway. Vickie was

    thinking to herself that their special understanding hadn't been

    exercised in quite some time. But she also knew it was going to be

    rekindled that very evening. She sat at the dining room table as she

    heard the front door opening, and the familiar sound of her husband's

    footsteps walking through the living room.



        "Vickie?" He called out "Where are you?"

    "In here, honey" she answered. somewhat nervously awaiting his arrival.

    She looked up when he appeared in the doorway.

    "Hi, babe" he said as he leaned over to kiss her.



        They made quite an interesting couple to look at. You've no doubt

    heard that age old cliche' of opposites attracting. Vickie and Jason

    are a prime example in appearance. While jason was very tanned with

    dark, thick hair. Vickie was almost ghostlike in contrast, with very

    light blonde, almost white hair.



        "Hi, honey" she said as they kissed. "How was your day?"

    "Same as usual, I guess" he shrugged. "Although I think the time is

    ripe to push for that promotion"

    "Mmmmm" she said thoughtfully "Yes, we could sure use a bit more money

    coming in the house" Jason was busying himself at the bar making a

    drink.

    "Hey, I thought you said you'd be home by six tonight?" Vickie queried.

    He took a sip of his scotch and soda and kinda shrugged. "Yeah I

    planned to, but I got kinda tied up at the office."

    "You could have called. Dinner is now sitting in the oven keeping warm"

    "I'm sorry. But that Winkerstein account is driving me crazy"

    Vickie raised her voice a little, clearing showing her displeasure.

    "Yeah, tonight it was Winkerstein. Last night it was CD&X. The night

    before it was some new account to put to bed."

    "Hey, it's my job you know" he offered defensively

    "Well when I make dinner for someone who says he's gonna be home to eat

    it at six, I damn well expect him to keep his word."



        Jason took another long swallow of his drink, draining the glass.

    "I can't help it if things come up at the last minute. Do you expect me

    to tell my boss I can't stay because you have dinner ready?"



        Vickie let loose with a sarcastic laugh.

    "I'll bet your boss doesn't have to eat reheated dinners." she shot at

    him, he couldn't answer that. she was probably right.

    "I'm sorry" was all he could say.

    "No, honey. I'm sorry isn't going to do it tonight" He looked at her

    quizzically. "Don't give me those puppy dog eyes. You know exactly what

    I mean."

    "Yes" was all he said. He stood near the bar, unsure of what to do.

    "Give me your belt, Jason" he looked down at his shoes when he heard

    her directive.

    "Please. I'll try harder. Don't use the belt on me" he pleaded like a

    young boy.

    "Don't argue with me" Vickie said sternly "Give me your belt, Now!"

    "Ok" he said in a defeated voice. He undid his belt from his pants and

    brought it to his wife, who took it and promptly doubled it in her

    hand.

    "Don't just stand there looking like an idiot. Get em down" she

    commanded. Quickly, his trousers and shorts were peeled away and fell

    to the ground, bunched up around his ankles.

    "Over the table... Hurry up!" She said impatiently.



        Jason sidled up to the dining room table and obediently bent over

    from the waist. Using his hands to pull his shirt and jacket over his

    hips while he laid his head on the hard surface of the table.



        It had been almost a year since Vickie had whipped his ass.

    Something about moving to Arizona had seemed to take away her

    aggressiveness toward him. His cock was already beginning to stiffen at

    the thought of the night ahead. Vickie, too was having a bit of trouble

    controlling her excitement as her husband's ass stuck out at her.



        Vickie stood and walked around behind him, holding the belt at her

    side, swinging against her leg as she walked.

    "You seem to have overlooked the possibility that I wouldn't stand for

    this." Jason said nothing at all.

    "I'll bet you thought i'd forgotten all about this, didn't you?"

    "No, I didn't" He said under his breath

    "WHAT?" she demanded. "I didn't hear you.. speak up!"

    "No Ma'am!" said Jason from over the dining room table.



        Thus after a year, Jason's hiatus from the fires of his wife's

    discipline ended. The serene quiet of their suburban home was

    shattered by the sound of his leather belt whistling through the air

    before it's flight was suddenly stopped by his muscular asscheeks.

    *SLLLLLLAP!!* The cracking sound sounded off like a firecracker. The

    weal was already beginning to rise on his ass.



        "Did you think you'd get away with this shit forever?" *SMMMMMACK!*

    "Owwwwww.. No Ma'am.. I didn't.. Ooooo please not soo hard" he pleaded

    "Shut up!" her voice boomed. She slammed the belt into him twice more.

    *SMACCCK!* *SLLLLLAP!*



        Jason could barely keep still. His petite wife was really setting

    his ass on fire. 3 more times in rapid secession his belt crashed into

    him. He hissed in pain and pleaded for mercy. Vickie's eyes had a

    glassy look about them, she felt the insistent heat rising from under

    her slacks and panties. She threw the belt at him again and emitted a

    slight moan when his voice started cracking.



        20 times did the leather slam into his ass and thighs. Jason had

    tears in his eyes by the time Vickie demanded that he stand and go to

    the bedroom.



        On the way to the bedroom, Jason knew better than to allow his

    shirt and jacket to fall over his ass. He knew better because Vickie

    always walked behind him and crashed whatever she was holding into his

    burning asscheeks.



        Vickie landed 4 more strokes before she stepped into their bedroom

    behind her husband and closed the door behind her. Jason stood facing

    the bed with his slightly shaking hands still holding his clothing over

    his hips. She looked down and saw the red welts that crisscrossed his

    muscled ass. Her own fires had been turned up to high. She took her

    blouse and slacks off, leaving her in only bra and panties.



        She made him turn around and get on his knees in front of her. When

    he shuffled in place, his hard cock stuck out at her, begging for

    attention. Vickie put a hand behind his neck and pulled his face into

    her panty covered crotch.

    "You smell my hot pussy?" She rubbed her crotch over his nose, knowing

    that her juices were probably beginning to seep through the material of

    her panties. Jason moaned into her snatch and stuck his tongue out to

    sop up the juices that WERE seeping through her panties.

    "I didn't tell you to lick it!" she berated.

    "I'm sorry ma'am" He said, taking a long deep whiff of her heady cunt

    juices. She continued to tease him like this until she was ready to

    turn up the action.



        Vickie then stepped back and slipped her panties off. Jason could

    plainly see the glistening moisture on the blond curls that framed her

    love hole. She slowly used her fingers to spread the puffy lips and

    reveal the dark pink hidden beneath. Jason was breathing very heavy

    while Vickie teased him by showing her tantalizing pussy.



        Her fingers began to swirl over and around her clit while Jason

    knelt in front of her, watching intently. Vickie spoke to him between

    sensations that coursed through her body.

    "Yeahhh.. I know how much you want my cunt. Mmmmmmmmm But you can't

    have it. " She began to move her finger more rapidly over her clit.

    "Ooooo wouldn't you love to bury your cock into this sweet pussy?"



        It had been too long for the attractive blond. Every inch of her

    5'2" frame felt on pins and needles. "Ma Maybe if you're real good...

    I'll let you jerk off for me. Ohhhhhhhhhhh!" Vickie's climax came upon

    her like a tidal wave. She groaned in bliss while the warming waves of

    orgasm cascaded throughout her body.



        Jason could only watch longingly while Vickie enjoyed herself. he

    wanted so badly to grab his stiff prick and pump it until he shot his

    load all over the place. But he knew Vickie wouldn't like that at all.

    And he knew better than to displease her, she had in the past done some

    pretty mean things to him.



        Vickie recovered from her climax and held her finger close to

    Jason's face. "Do be a good boy and clean that pussy juice from my

    fingers." she cooed at him. He quickly licked her fingers clean.



        "Mmmm You like that don't you?" She taunted him.

    "Yes ma'am" he said between licks. Satisfied that her hand had been

    sufficiently cleaned, she pulled her hand away from him and reached up

    to unhook her bra.

    "Oooo Look at how hard my nipples are!" She took them between her

    thumbs and forefingers, gently rolling them. Jason shifted slightly on

    his knees as he watched the show his wife was putting on for him.



        "I see you staring at my tits, you nasty boy. But you don't deserve

    these titties, do you?" She asked him coyly.

    "No ma'am" he confessed. "No.. you know that... There's only one thing

    you're good for"

    "Yes ma'am" he whispered. Knowing fully well what she was referring to.

    "Then tell me" she ordered

    "Licking your ass, ma'am" he said in a barely audible voice.

    "That's correct.. and do you know why?" She pressed on.

    "Because i'm an asslicker ma'am."



        "An asslicker. Not really a very good one.. But an asslicker all

    the same" She said critically as she turned around, bending over slowly

    and using her hands to spread her asscheeks.

    "Well, asslicker. Get over here and do your job"



        Jason had to walk on his knees, still holding his shirt and jacket

    over his ass. He moved forward until he was only inches from his wife's

    rounded ass. She was moving it slowly back and forth while she waited

    for his tongue. He pressed his lips to her ass and began planting

    little kisses up and down the crack.

    "Hurry up, asslicker.. Get your tongue in there!" She hollered at him.



        He finally presses his lips to the crinkled hole and let his tongue

    move forward against it. Vickie squirmed her ass back at him when she

    felt the warmth on her asshole. Jason let his tongue flutter around her

    anal orifice for a few moments before stiffening his tongue and taking

    direct stabs.



        Vickie released one of her asscheeks and brought her hand around to

    cup her pussy. Her lips were parted while Jason dutifully lapped at her

    asshole. Soft murmurs of delight escaped her lips when his tongue

    became rigid and began boring inside the puckered grommet.

    "Mmmmmmm, you ARE starting to become a good little asslicker. Oooooo

    yeah! Deeper" Her hand once again started to manipulate the sensitive

    bud of her clitoris while having his rough face plastered to her

    asscheeks.



        She heard his slurping sounds and felt a lot of saliva dribbling

    from her ass, trailing down her thighs. Her mouth was opened wide in a

    silent scream as Jason's probing tongue and her swirling fingers

    brought her once again to the brink of orgasm.

    "Oooh yeah.. that's ittt baby!.. lick my ass... I'm gonna come again..

    yees!" Her hand was moving a mile a minute over her clit as another

    orgasm juiced out of her cunt. She pressed her ass back farther while

    Jason did his best to keep his tongue inside her while she came.



        Once Vickie recovered from her second come, she stood up and

    wiggled her shapely ass in Jason's face before stepping away.

    "Have you been practicing on me?" She said sternly, but teasingly.



        "No ma'am" he uttered. He had already been subjected to a whipping

    with his own belt, made to watch while his wife played with her pussy

    until she came. Made to admit he was an asslicker, then prompted to

    perform that very same act. He could only imagine what else was on her

    mind.



        Things hadn't always been this way in their sex life. Until 6 years

    ago, Jason would merely paw her tits for a few moments, rub her pussy

    until she began to get wet, then climb between her legs and pound away

    until his quick orgasm put an end to their "romantic interlude". The

    change came about when Vickie started reading certain publications and

    taking her idea from that, literally laid down the law to her husband.



        Jason didn't exactly take to her ideas with a lot of enthusiasm at

    first. But he learned to look forward to Vickie's discipline sessions

    as her imagination was only outweighed by her almost endless appetite

    for sex. On more than one occasion she mentioned to him that she just

    might have him bring home a friend one night. He wasn't sure if he

    could do that, but luckily the idea hadn't come to light as of yet.



        Vickie sat on the edge of their bed and used her feet to tease his

    maddeningly hard prick. Jason remained on his knees holding his shirt

    and jacket over his bared ass.

    "Whoooooo, this nasty old cock sure is nice and stiff" she giggled at

    him. She tousled her own hair and laid back on the bed.



        Jason looked hungrily down on her pussy as she laid back and

    continued to play footsie with his prick. Her tits were rising and

    falling with her heavy breathing. His cock felt as if were ready to

    explode and she knew exactly where she wanted it when it did,



        "Oh gawd, baby.,. Fuck me now" She sighed. Jason didn't need to be

    told twice. In no time at all, he got himself on the bed between her

    lovely legs and found his cock in her firm grip. She guided the spongy

    tip to her waiting hole while he rested his weight on his knees, his

    hands still occupied with their assigned task of keeping his naked

    asscheeks uncovered.



        Vickie's legs wrapped themselves around his flanks and her heels

    dug into his still stinging asscheeks as his cock began to slide into

    the warm cavern that awaited between her open legs.



        He sighed loudly when his dick entered the nearly steaming confines

    of Vickie's sopping pussyhole. "Ohhhhh so goood, Honey... give it to

    meeee!" she squealed and threw her arms about him. She knew she could

    look forward to about 30 good, strong strokes out of his cock before he

    would spill his come into her. She just held on to him with heels and

    hands while his prick pistoned into her wanting snatch.



        As predicted, Jason's dick jerked inside of her and he groaned in

    the throes of his orgasm. Vickie squealed in delight when she felt his

    hot load being discharged into her warm pussy. She kissed him hard on

    the mouth as she neared another great come of her own...



        Jason never could continue once his load shot out of his dick. It

    was no more than 30 seconds before his cock softened and slipped out of

    her.



        "Goddammit!" Vickie screamed in his ear " I was ready to come

    again.." She lifted her heels and brought them down on his ass,

    prodding him. "Get down there and finish me with your mouth!"

    "Yes ma'am" he said quickly and slid himself off of her and knelt

    between her legs, getting an eyeful of her open cunt with his cream

    beginning to ooze out.



        He leaned over and surrounded her clit with his lips and let his

    tongue trace circles around it.. Vickie squirmed in pleasure but told

    him to stop "Put your tongue inside me.. Finish the job your dick

    couldn't."



        Without hesitation, Jason brought his mouth to the opening and let

    his tongue dart out and enter her pussy, where the combination of her

    juices and his own come mingled over his tastebuds. Vickie quickly

    attained the level she was at before he came and stopped her from

    coming again. Jason obediently surged his tongue into her and fucked

    her that way until her orgasm peaked and ebbed away.



        He was planting little kisses on her cunt and thighs when she told

    him "Come up here and lay with me, baby" Now satisfied that the session

    was over, Jason climbed on the bed beside her and took her in his

    muscular arms. She nuzzled up close to him. "Mmmmm that was nice"



        Jason didn't particularly care to discuss their sex relationship

    because he didn't like the way she belittled him and made him feel

    inadequate about it all. But he knew that she could just as easily

    exclude him from her games and have almost as much fun with a vibrator,

    so he never complained.



        All in all, Vickie and Jason had a pretty good life together.



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