Houseguest, as much as I love her, has been intolerable of late. Constantly late for engagements, and quite curt and rude on occasion. This is simply quite unlike her.
Normally, she is a bundle of orgasmic joy. But For these past two weeks, she has been, well, a little bitchy!
At first, I thought I had done something to offend her.
Forgotten her birthday? No.
Failed to comment on hair cut? No.
Not noticed sexy high heels? Certainly not.
And then it dawned on me. I had truly let her down. I’d been thinking about myself and totally forgotten about her needs.
Damn you, Robert! You selfish fool.
I had not spanked my dearest in damn well over two weeks. The pangs of guilt brought me to my knees.
This had to be put right immediately. Houseguest was duly summoned to my townhouse.
Naturally, I could not apologize enough for my deviant behavior. She was quite miffed and unresponsive at first.
“Forgive me, my love,” I begged her, as I pulled her hair.
“You know I worship you,” I pleaded, as I bit her bottom.
“You’re mine,” I reassured her, as I slipped my hands around her neck and licked her.
She only began to believe me, after I had ripped off her lace panties. And as my thumb entered her bottom, I could feel her begin to relax and feel loved again.
Later on that evening, with my beloved on my bed, blindfolded, her wrists tied to the bed post, spreader bar between her ankles, and her pert pale bottom looking up at me, I told myself: Robert, you are going to grow old with this woman. But right now, you’re going to crop her bottom until she is dripping wet and begging to be fucked.
Let this be a lesson to all men; spare the crop, lose the love of your life!
Oh yes….and sorry for calling your mother an interfering old bag.
How do you act out, when you’re not getting what you need?
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