Grace sighed and looked at her watch. It was getting close to seven o'clock. Her husband was late. Again. He said to be ready by six and here she was. Primed, ready and then...nothing. It was Valentine's Day and it was looking more and more likely she spending it alone. Wasn't that what a lot of married couples did after the spice wore out? Maybe he had a business meeting that ran late. Did it matter? Not really. The result was the same. Lately she had more of a relationship with the Lifetime movie channel than her husband.
Eying herself in the mirror, Grace slid her hands down her curvy hips. She reached behind herself to unzip her dress. Might as well get comfy and throw on some sweats. Maybe she could call for a pizza. The really thick crusted kind with extra pepperoni and cheese.
"What are you doing?" Matt's voice slide along her spine, startling her.
Grace wobbled on her heels, trying not to fall. "I was getting changed."
Setting down his briefcase and a large bag, Matt crossed his arms over his broad chest and narrowed his eyes. A curl of ebony hair fell across his broad forehead, his lips thinning in displeasure.
"I had a meeting that ran late and I had to stop and pick up a few things for this evening. You were supposed to be ready."
"Oh." Grace blushed and edged the point of her black dress shoe against the carpet. "I thought maybe you forgot."
"Forgot?" Matt's eyes snapped up, his voice sharp.
Fingers gripped her chin and forced her gaze upwards.
"I would never forget. Change of plans. I want you to continue taking off the dress." Matt released her and stepped back, his eyes molten.
Letting the black fabric fall away from her shoulder, Grace let it slide down her body into a puddle of silk at her feet. The skimpy black lingerie she bought for this evening barely covered her ivory flesh.
"Lovely. Now. Come here." Matt picked up the bag and moved over toward the bed, sitting down. He patted the comforter. "I think naughty girls who don't do what they're told need to be reminded who holds the paddle, don't you?"
Grace stared at him, her mouth gaping open. "What?"
"Come here." Matt handed her two boxes, one small and one larger.
Grace started to slip out of her shoes but he stopped her.
"No. Leave those on."
"Okay." Grace stood in front of her husband, holding the boxes.
"Open the small one first."
Her lips curving into a tentative smile, Grace pulled at the tape and removed the lid. Inside were a pair of black panties with ribbons and a small item nestled in the paper. She gave Matt an inquiring glance.
"Take off your panties."
Thumbs hooked in the delicate fabric, Grace did as he asked, the black panties shimmying down her legs and onto the carpet.
"Now. Put those on."
It took Grace a moment to understand the mechanics of the tie up panties, but she secured them and finally knotted the bows at her hips.
"Good. Now bring me the small gadget."
Grace dug it out of the box and dropped it into Matt's palm.
Matt leaned forward and slid a finger inside the panties, deliberately brushing against her clit. Grace moaned as a second finger slipped something small and cool inside a pocket in the panties. Withdrawing his finger, Matt grinned.
"Good. Now open this one."
Grace opened the box slowly, her lips parting in surprise. "A paddle?"
"Not just any paddle my dear."
Grace picked it up and flipped it over. The flat portion of the business end had little hearts carved in it. "Oh-wow!"
"Now...come here my naughty girl. You obviously need some time over my knee."
Grace swallowed, draping herself over her husband's lap. It had been so long since he had given her a spanking. Until this moment, she hadn't realized how much she missed the intimacy of being curled around him, awaiting his touch.
"Count with me."
The shock of his hand smacking against her backside shook a yelp from Grace's lips. "One." Her voice shook. It stung more than she thought it would.
"Good girl. Now another."
Thwack!! The force of his hand against her flesh was harder this time. The undeniable rush of heat between her legs made her gasp.
"Two." Tears gathered in her eyes as stinging heat began to gather on her ass. Liquid seeped out of her opening and she squirmed against him.
Matt swatted her on both cheeks, bringing the crescendo of stinging sensation up a notch. The fire crawled across her flesh.
"Three. Four." Grace moaned, a tear sliding down her cheek.
"Good girl. Now hold still."
A vibration began to pulse between her legs. The little gadget he placed in the pocket of the panties was a vibe!
"Ohhhhh." Grace gasped as the pulse grew more powerful.
Matt rubbed his hand along Grace's ass, his finger edging between her skin and the lacy black panties from behind.
"How do you like that?" He whispered, voice husky.
"Oh. My. God!" Grace screamed as he slid two fingers inside of her at the same time as he cranked up the power on the tiny vibrator.
Matt pumped his fingers into her pussy relentlessly, taking Grace over the edge into a blistering hot orgasm.
"Oh!!!!" Grace moaned as fireworks shot off behind her eyelids. She ground her clit against the tiny vibe and the fullness of her husband's fingers filling her up sent her off the cliff a second time.
"Happy Valentine's Day, baby." Matt whispered in her ear.
"Mmmmm." Grace snuggled against the heat of his thighs, brushing the erection that pressed against her.
"What do you think about grabbing some dinner and coming home for some dessert?"
"I can't think of anything better." Grace stood up, angling her butt toward the mirror across the room. There, just visible under the lace of the panties were four hot pink Valentine hearts.
"Happy Valentine's Day." Matt stood up and handed Grace her dress. "Come on. I think there might just be a piece of chocolate mousse cake with your name on it later."
Grace giggled and smiled up into his eyes. "I love you."
"I love you too. Now hurry up or it's another spanking for you for making us miss dinner."
"You promise?" Grace grinned, squealing as Matt picked up the paddle. It was going to be a good night after all.
Erzabet Bishop has been crafting stories since she could pound keys on her parent’s old typewriter. She has only just learned that it is a whole lot more fun writing naughty books. She is a contributing author to Sweat, When the Clock Strikes Thirteen (upcoming), Unbound, Milk & Cookies & Handcuffs, Corset Magazine: Sex Around the World Issue and Man vs. Machine: The Sex Toy Issue, Smut by the Sea Volume 2, Hell Whore Volume 2, Slave Girls (upcoming) Anything She Wants, Dirty Little Numbers (coming soon) Kink-E magazine, Coming Together: Girl on Girl, Shifters and Coming Together: Hungry for Love. She is the author of the Erotic Pagans Series: Beltane Fires and Samhain Shadows. She lives in Texas with her husband, furry children and can often be found lurking in local bookstores. She loves to bake, make naughty crochet projects and watch monster movies.
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