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Big Mac nodded in silent approval as he stepped back from the lit fireplace. The glow of the embers illuminated the room. He heard Marble moving heavy curtains to block the windows. The moon’s pale beams ceased to penetrate the bedroom and only the fire provided light. Their bedroom was simple and intimate. Their large bed was against the back wall and facing the new hearth. Two large dressers took up the corners of the wall that the bed rested against. The only window got a slight glare from the gentle giant. That would be tomorrow’s project. Winter was coming and the old house still needed a lot of work.
The sound of a crackling flame feasting on dry wood broke the silence. The soft glow from the fireplace continued to the room lit. Heavy curtains kept the last rays of the setting sun outside and strong wooden walls kept the winter cold from sneaking inside. Big Mac took a moment to admire the fireplace. Marble had a knack for masonry. Building the hearth with her proved to be infinitely more enjoyable than any other project within the old walls. There was something to be said about putting time and effort into everything. Whether it was field work, repairing a roof, or any other chore that needed to be done; the soft spoken man gave all he had to do it right.
He drew a long breath and repeated the thought about putting a real effort into everything. No matter what the task was, someone was counting on him. Big Mac never cared for letting anyone down. His wife was not an exception.
He glanced at his wife who sat on the edge of the bed. Her dark blue robe was snugly held closed by her clenched arms. The pajama pants he was wearing seemed to be of the same material; only his garment was an olive green. Her shy and loving eyes were locked onto him as if he was her entire world. Her hair was kept straight and her pastel grey skin somehow made her blueish grey eyes seem radiant. Big Mac swore to be her rock no matter what. The weight of his vow was easy to live by. Every act was a labor of love. Big Mac seated himself on the edge of the bed and offered her a smile.
“Ah'm gonna try tah give ya what ya want” he said in a stoic tone. “Ah'll see it through unless y'all let me know that ya had enough.”
Marble nodded silently as the words sunk into her. Confessing her physical needs were hard for her. Asking to have a very specific itch scratched was harder. Big Mac went on with the same tone he started with.
“What's yer safe word?”
“Clay” Marble replied softly. “My safe word is clay”
Her toes curled and her heart started beating harder. Big Mac nodded and offered his wife a soft smile. As she returned it he leaned closer and kissed her. The soft liplock seemed to make what was about to happen easier to go through with. Marble's breath was heavy with anticipation and she had neglected to hold her robe closed. Big Mac didn't feel in any way entitled to seeing his wife's body; it was always a gift. His brief glance of her supple breasts was appreciated but he made a point to avert his eyes and focus. Marble had needs and he was going to deliver. His eyes abruptly hardened and she blushed while shrinking back.
“Ah need tah have a talk with you.” Big Mac said abruptly in a calm yet firm tone. “Y'all take yer robe off and kneel in front of me, and listen tah what ah have tah say without interruptin'.”
Big Mac casually dropped a pillow on the floor and parted his knees. Marble's blush grew deeper as her mate suddenly became more dominant. The soft spoken man who never once raised his voice to her suddenly made her very aware of his physique. A distinct jolt went up her spine and she trembled slightly. She anticipated a few soft claps on her bottom; not her husband seizing the reigns.
“Ah gave you instructions” Big Mac said a little sharper. “Y'all ain't in any trouble but that will change if y'all ignore me. Take yer robe off and git on yer knees.”
Marble stood up and hurriedly removed the garment that hid her body. She gave a quick glance at the drawn curtains and relaxed a bit as it was cemented that only her husband would see her. The young woman carefully set the robe on the bed and took the spot on the floor that her husband had marked. As she sunk down her mate once more seemed to grow in raw presence. She averted her eyes from his and caught the sight of a distinct bulge in his pants.
“Eyes up here” Big Mac said sternly. “Ah want y'all to pay attention. Mah needs as a man aren't the subject yet.”
Marble exhaled an eager breath as his words cut into her. Usually he asked permission before making any sexual advance. The stern declaration that he would be having pleasure before the night was out proved to be very arousing. The small taste of having her lover take charge left her wanting more. Her mind burned with curiosity as she tried to guess at where he would lead her. He gave her an approving nod before he went on.
“Ah understand that being married tah me is still new. Ah like tah think that ah've been a fair husband. Ah've been faithful and honest, and ah always make sure than ah act as head of the household an take care of mah wife. Well ah've decided that today is where ah start enforcing not just mah role but your role as well. We've talked about it before. Y'all knew this was coming and what it means. Ah'm gonna go over it with y'all again and make it official. Ah'm gonna give y'all a moment tah let that sink in; but y'all are tah keep silent since ah ain't done yet.”
Marble sat quietly as her husband spoke. The confident tone gave his words weight but his calm and composed manner made it clear that she was still safe and respected. The clearly detailed intentions of playing out her fantasy didn't leave her second guessing her ability to trust him. Whatever he was going to do was going to stay in the bedroom. The kneeling woman suddenly became more aware of how exposed her body was as the powerful man softly ran a hand through her hair. His gaze had grown stern as his eyes explored her features. She hesitated before leaning back slightly to present her teal bra and breasts. Big Mac nodded in approval before pulling his hand back and continuing.
“Like ah said, ah aim tah enforce mah place as the man of this house. Y'all have been diligent about yer chores just as ah have; but now we're gonna be adding how ah plan tah enforce how as run this family. From now on, twice a week y'all are expected tah humble yerself tah me like y'all are now. Wednesday nights; ah expect y'all tah strip down tah yer underclothes and kneel like y'all are now. Unless y'all are feeling ill; y'all will be submissive and give yer husband a blowjob. Ah expect y’all tah service me until ah give y’all mah seed. Unless ah give y’all clear instruction otherwise, it will be up tah you if y’all swallow or not. If y'all have any questions about the first half of mah new law under mah roof, then speak up. Otherwise ah'm gonna get into the second thing ah wanna make clear.”
Marble gulped and her eyes drifted briefly to the sleeping giant. It sounded like he was serious about mandatory blowjobs. The illusion of that level of sexual surrender added to her arousal. She wanted to get onto the part that involved the spanking she asked for earlier but she also wanted to play along. Marble looked up into his firm eyes and took a deep breath while fidgeting from the excitement.
“Do I have to pleasure you tonight like that” Marble asked in a tone that she hoped sounded timid. “It's Saturday but I will if you want me to. I'm ready to be the wife you want me to be.”
Big Mac paused after she spoke. The inquiry had him off guard. He expected her to silently agree, eager to have her bottom warmed up. Seeing her play along implied that he sold a very believable façade of a strict master of the home. He considered his words before responding.
“Yes, but after we go over the next part” he replied simply. “We will go over my obligations to you as my wife before we start on your obligations to me as your husband.”
Marble squirmed in place as her lover responded. She wondered how he was going to spank her.
“Will I also be expected to submit to sex” Marble asked while trying to hide her enthusiasm. “Or will I only be required to suck my husband's mighty cock?”
Big Mac's eyes briefly widened and he caught the mischievous grin on his wife's face. He gave himself a moment to steel himself. It crossed his mind to break the scene and ask about what her hard limits were; but elected to keep going. The game was slowly becoming more fun for him than he expected.
“Giving me a blowjob is mandatory when y'all are paying me tribute” he replied with a grin of his own. “Y'all may ask fer sex during that an ah will oblige if y'all satisfy me. Y'all ain't expected tah give up yer body that much but ah will remember and reward a dutiful wife. But don't go thinking that y'all can bend over the bed an present yer rump right off when yer feeling ornery. Mah cock in yer mouth is mah only demand on those days other than y'all minding yer chores and manners as usual. Anything else?”
“No, sir” Marble quickly responded as she playfully squirmed in place. “I understand.”
“Good” Big Mac said calmly before she could continue. “On tah the second part; an what ah expect tah be the harder one fer ya. Y'all have been a proper an polite wife so far. Ah am proud tah be yer man. Ah don't reckon that we will have much fussin or arguing; but ah swore that ah would make sure they there won't be any. Ah still have tah actively manage mah house, even if y'all never strayed an inch. Giving me mah conjugal rights every week is a start but it don't fully remind y'all who is in charge here. That's why ah made up mah mind fer two new rules. Every Saturday night, y'all are gonna kneel in front of me like ya are now. Ah'm gonna go over with you how ah feel about how mannered and diligent y'all have been. Y'all will have time tah talk about yer feelings on how ah have been as a husband and provider. Afterwards, y'all are gonna be given a good old fashioned reminder about who wears the pants in this family.”
“Wha…what do you mean” Marble asked timidly as she suddenly became aware that her arousal was plainly worn on her face.
“Well, ah'll tell you what ah mean” Big Mac said as he caught his wife's shifting. “After we've had a chance tah talk things out, y'all will come over mah lap an ah'm gonna give y'all a spanking.”
Marble blushed deeper as the words came out. She sat waiting and hoping to be told to get into position. The woman squirmed in desperation as Big Mac carried on.
“Ah will spank yer backside fer as long as ah see fit. Y'all can decide on yer own whether or not y'all want tah keep yer panties on. This time though, y'all are keeping yer bottoms on fer now. There are two kinds of spankings that will happen under mah roof. Ah aim tah give you a taste of both of them an make sure that y'all always know the difference.”
Marble shivered from the new information. What started to sound like a swatting over her panties just became larger. Her husband slowly sounded more firm as if it stopped being a game. She never doubted that he would respect her limits but it started to sound like he was going to be adventurous enough to push a little further than she originally requested. Anticipation kept mounting as she waited. Big Mac took a breath and went on as if it was just a normal chat between husband and wife over tea.
“If ah feel that y'all have been disrespectful or if y'all have been deliberately neglectful of yer duties; ah will give y'all a bare bottom spanking with yer hairbrush after explaining what y'all did to earn it. Y'all can take a moment tah think about what ah jus said. If y'all have any questions, jus go ahead and ask.”
Marble froze in her spot. The mental image of having her butt swatted by hand was arousing. The thought of being held in place while having her bottom roasted with a hairbrush was something completely different. Her mind raced with a cluster of new thoughts. The degree of surrender that Big Mac was asking her to take part in was more demanding than a few playful strokes. Her husband had just in his own way made it very clear how vital it was for her to communicate. Her eyes met his gaze and all she saw was the gentle giant she married. Marble exhaled and spoke in her more traditional, soft tone.
“Does this mean that you're going to spank me with your hand and my brush tonight?”
“That's right” Big Mac replied in a soft tone. “Ah'm gonna show ya how things are gonna go in this house. Y'all are gonna feel what it's gonna be like when ah repeat mah claim as the head of this house. When ah've finished with that, then yer gonna feel what it will be when you've stepped out of bounds. Mah mind is made up. When yer ready, come over mah lap an we will get to it.”
Marble's nerves were firing a lot of mixed signals. Part of her wanted to save her bottom and run. Another part was arguing that maybe the hairbrush was a steep too far and too fast. She looked into her husband's soft eyes and in an instant she remembered how much she trusted him. She remembered how much he respected her. All that muscle was about to pepper her bottom with love taps; and his strength wasn't going to do any more than she let him. No matter how far they got; she had a way to tell him to stop. Marble meekly nodded and rose to her feet. Big Mac smiled and shifted himself backwards so he was more on the bed.
Marble offered a gentle smile and was reassured be an equally soft one. She carefully laid herself across her lover’s lap. One hand rested on her lower back while the other hand caressed her bottom. Big Mac continued to trace his fingers across her cotton covered rump as his eyes appreciated the round cheeks. The submissive partner started to feel overwhelmed with her excitement. The man who she usually knew as a vanilla lover was about to accommodate a deeply desired request. A sore backside was inevitable but even the prospect of the discomfort inspired heated breaths. She slightly shifted her rump and almost jumped when she felt his stiff penis twitch under her. The hand on her back softly pushed down and Marble reached forward for a pillow. As she wrapped her arms around it, Big Mac spoke in the same tone he used earlier.
“Safe word.”
“Clay” Marble responded. “And thank you for this. I really”
A sudden clap landed on her left bun and she grunted in surprise.
“Y'all can holler and fuss, but no talking” Big Mac said in a distinctly strong voice. “Do as ah say and be submissive to mah decision.”
Marble squeaked as a wave of adrenaline shot through her system. Part of her wanted to straddle him on the spot. A firm swat came down on her right cheek and she bit down on the pillow. The shock of the impact shook her more than the blow had. Another pair of smacks landed and she yelped into the pillow. Her bum received a soft squeeze which was then followed by another pair of strikes. Marble grunted in sync with the blows. The delicious sting from each clap added to her arousal. Her grip on the pillow tightened and her rump clenched. More spanks landed and she received another squeeze. She wondered if Big Mac was enjoying himself. Another swift pair of smacks landed and she bit down on her makeshift gag.
Big Mac kept steadily raining down swats on his wife’s bottom. The sound of the claps along with her grunting was oddly exciting to him. The sight of her bum cheeks rippling and her squirms made for a very tempting sight. Part of him wanted to tug her panties down and take her from behind and turn the grunts into moans. His hand fell with equal force with each motion as his stationary hand kept her for the most part in place. Her rump remained vulnerable to his mock jugement and authority. The dominant partner smirked to himself as he paused in the strikes to give the rump a squeeze. A long time ago his father joking said that the only acceptable place to strike a woman was on her butt. At the time he had no idea what it meant. He continued to rain down claps on the lovely bottom and the grunts slowly turned into muffled squeales. Big Mac vigilantly kept his focus on listening for the safe word while delivering what he promised.
Marble lost count of the impacts that her backside had received. She started to feel a distinct heat in her rump and the increasing soreness kept steadily ticking up with each clap. The reflexive squirming was to a degree restrained by her hunger for more. Experiments behind closed door with one of her slippers did not compare to her husband's hand tenderizing her hindquarters. Her instinctive protests into the pillow got louder and her breath started to skip beats. Big Mac continued to steadily swat her. She wondered how long he had been at it. Marble started to wonder if sitting down was a reasonable prospect. The delicious feeling of helplessness made her loins ache for a very different reason than her bottom.
Big Mac paused and slowly tugged his wife’s panties to her thighs. She squeaked as the cotton barrier lowered and exposed her bottom. With an aroused sense of curiosity he looked down at his wife's darkened rear. He took a moment to listen to what sounded like muffled whining. Her bottom had a dark pink hue and he swore that there was heat radiating from her tenderized flesh. For the first time all night, the weight of her trust and confidence seemed to physically hold him still. Marble genuinely wanted a sound spanking from a lover who could be dominant in the bedroom. It clearly looked and sounded like it hurt but the act had stayed within the limits of what she wanted of him. There was no desperate pleading or meek chanting of the safe word into the pillow. Big Mac tried to analyze the desire to have one's rump roasted for sexual release. He couldn't really find an answer that he understood but he did admit to himself that he enjoyed delivering. The rush of power over someone was mildly intoxicating. Hearing his wife's muffled resistance, feeling her body squirm, and watching her bottom ripple under his strokes; all added up to something he enjoyed. Big Mac vividly imagined taking her from behind again. The envisioned sensation of thrusting into her while watching her painted cheeks bounce inspired a desperate twitch in his organ.
Marble slightly wiggled her rear as she felt the penis under her move. She suddenly became very aware of just how hard her husband had gotten. Her shaken breathing and whimpers went into the pillow as her stinging bum burned from the pretend discipline. Even though her ass literally felt like it was on fire, she wanted more. The trust she put on Big Mac's shoulders was not misplaced. Marble never doubted her safety before or during the swats. Having her panties abruptly lowered felt a little embarrassing but that somehow added to her excitement. She wiggled her rump teasingly again. Even though she was on the brink of tears, she wanted to feel the hairbrush ‘correcting' her naughty bottom.
Big Mac grinned at the sudden, teasing wiggle. He couldn't remember being more interested in his wife's behind. The stoic giant gently patted her tenderized rump and heard what sounded like a mix of a moan and a hiss. Marble might have wanted more but he wanted to give her bottom a break. His mind flexed as a simple solution that maintained his role formed.
“When yer ready: he said calmly as he softly soothed her lower back. “ Stand up and remove the rest of your clothes. Kneel in front of me again. We're gonna go over what ah jus did and what is gonna happen next. Just like before; ah expect ya tah listen until ah say yah can speak.”
Big Mac's tone earned a coy moan from the woman across his lap. Marble imagined that whatever he was going to say probably would involve being told to fetch her hairbrush. She slowly got up and complied with the undressing command. Her bra and panties were set down near her robe and she planted her knees back on the pillow. She caught a glimpse at the bulge in his pajamas and snapped back to attention as he addressed her.
“What ah jus did was give y'all a firm spanking. Ah gave y'all a sore bottom because ah feel that ah have an obligation tah make sure that mah position is always remembered. Ah head of this house; ah have a responsibility to you. Ah swore on our wedding day that ah would always love and provide, and that ah would also always lead ya fairly and honestly. Y'all have been a good and obedient wife; but ah owe it tah you to step up an make sure it stays that way. A trip over mah lap every week will help you always remember mah place and yours. Ah will never do y'all any real harm but the spankings will always feel like the one ah just gave yah. Is there anything y'all want tah say before ah go forward?”
“Just this” Marble said lovingly as her mate held his role as husband higher than the role of master. “Thank you for being my husband. Thank you for giving me what I need. I know that this wasn't the easiest thing I've asked you do, and I hope that you keep doing this for me.”
Big Mac watched her reddened eyes as she spoke in cracked but adoring tone. It was clear to him that he stopped right before her threshold for crying. He caught her winking at him as she wrapped up. Before he could even think about it, his question escaped his lips.
“Y'all want tah live by the terms ah just laid out?”
“Yes” Marble said eagerly. “I want to be spanked by my husband every week. I want to feel this…this rush and closeness again. I want to…humble myself to you and submit to my husband as you just said. I know this was supposed to be just you experimenting with me so I could have my fantasy; but I do hope that maybe in time you'll be comfortable enough with it to do this on a weekly basis” Marble abruptly blushed as she realized that she broke character and laid her heart out. Without pausing, she went on. “I'm also ok with the new rule of giving you a blowjob regularly; if you think that would be a fair trade for my spankings.”
“Y'all want yer hide tanned once a week” Big Mac asked with a surprised and amused tone. “If y'all are sure about this; than ah can deliver.”
Marble's confidence surged at his words. Asking for her first round of having her rump tested was tricky to bring up. Imagining Big Mac actually raising a hand to her in any context was about as foreign as a peach to a pepper patch. His calm and caring eyes stayed locked on to her reddened ones. Not a word was spoken but the boundless love and respect was clearly communicated. Marble slowly swayed her hips and smiled. The tender moment was nice, but she was still excited and eager to move on. She wanted the rest of her spanking and was more than willing to pay his toll. The thought of him lording over her with his cock in her mouth was a very arousing image.
Big Mac slowly reached down and unbuttoned his pants. With equally slow motions, he released his rock solid member. Marble playfully gulped as she watched him take his hand from it. The strong organ stood at full attention. She drew a heated breath as she leaned towards it. Marble gently gilded her tongue along the shaft. Her tongue traced down the length and back up to the tip before she gave the head a soft kiss. The kneeling woman gave her husband a submissive nod before slowly taking half his cock into her mouth.
Big Mac uttered a low moan as Marble slowly bobbed on his organ. Her warm and wet mouth worked his cock slowly and her lips snugly wrapped around him. He started to ponder how a blowjob was equal to a spanking but the building pleasure took his mind off the subject. Soft lips sucking on his stiff member while pumping him had taken his thoughts away from figuring out how his wife prefered her kicks. He shifted his position and Marble remained still. Instead of scooting forward, she leaned forward a bit more. Big Mac found himself looking at something more exciting than the top of her head. His height and the new angle gave him a generous view of that magnificent rear. Moans became slightly more vocal and Marble hummed softly while continuing to work him. His eyes rolled back briefly and he almost lost himself. He considered letting her finish him like this; but tonight was more about her needs than his. Judging on how her mouth was milking his dick, she was enjoying herself; but the main event was the fate of her rear.
Marble savored the taste of her husbands length as she moved. The occasional sample of his fluids was an acquired taste but the sounds of his moans and how he was breathing were much more rewarding. She continued facing downward as she rewarded him for her pleasure from earlier. Marble hummed coyly as she reworded the last though in her head. She was paying tribute to her husband. She was obeying her master’s desires. She was letting him know that she understood her place. The submissive woman paused and sunk lower. Her lips slowly took in more of his cock until she reached her limit. Big Mac’s sudden groan was what she was fishing for. For such a strong man to break his stonewall presence and buckle was always a treat. His strong hands gently gripped her hair and pulled her off his cock. Marble squeezed him a little tighter as she was raised and meet his powerful gaze.
“Tell me why y’all were doing that jus now” Big Mac said firmly as he met her still reddened eyes. “Why were y’all on yer knees with mah manhood in yer mouth?”
“Because” Marble said while playfully shrinking back from his tone. “My husband says that I need to show that I know my place by regularly accepting a spanking and sucking his cock.”
“And what ought tah be done now?”
“My husband is going to show me what a punishment spanking is going to be like.”
Big Mac nodded and released her hair. Marble sunk back more and stood up. He smirked to himself and sternly folded his arms.
“Did ah tell y’all that ya could stand” Big Mac asked in a firm tone as his eyes leveled on hers. “Knees. Now.”
Marble quickly dropped back onto the pillow. It was still a game but the rush of being reprimanded was sincere. She shifted on her knees and softly whimpered.
“This is what ah was talking about earlier” Big Mac said as he stepped back into the role as the head of the house. “Ah ain’t saying that y’all deliberately do it; but y’all do slip here and there. Tonight is all about making sure that ya understand the ropes. This is the one night where ah shouldn’t have tah fret much about y’all. Y’all took yer first spanking good and served mah cock proper but then ya go an get up without mah say so.”
Marble trembled for all the right reasons as he went on. The man who ordered her over his lap earlier was back on the edge of the bed. His firm cock and the aftertaste it left in her mouth were quickly ushered to the back of her mind. Her rump clenched and the still sore flesh became more noticeable. Big Mac didn’t raise his voice or lean towards her; and that somehow made it all the more convincing. Part of her was worried for her bottom. She gulped as he sighed and shook his head. She still had no doubts about her safety, but she was now very concerned about her ability to appreciate a soft chair.
“Ah planned on giving y’all a taste of what a punishment spanking is gonna feel like” Big Mac said in a disappointed tone. “But now ah ain’t sure if it would make any difference. Maybe ah waited too long tah make mah stand. Maybe ah should have stepped up sooner.”
Marble froze up for a moment. He sounded more like he was disappointed in himself. Without stopping to think, she spoke up and let words just fly out.
“I’m sorry, sir! I’m sorry I acted out of turn. This is why I need to be taught. I need you. Maybe we should have been doing this sooner; but better late than never. Please dearest” Marble pleaded while tearing up. “Please use the hairbrush on me. I...I deserve to be punished. I’ll submit to whatever you decide; but please consider correcting your wife. Help me learn to be better.”
Big Mac smiled softly and Marble blushed again. It seemed to him that this was the first time she truly gave into the role that she wanted him to put her in. He nodded and observed her position. She was actually trembling. Marble had just begged to be spanked with a hairbrush. It was actually a little funny how things had progressed. Smacking her on the rump with his hand started off feeling like a heavy task. Now he was eager to make her bottom jiggle. He gave her an approving nod.
“Stand up” he said calmly as he unfolded his arms. “Bring yer hairbrush over an come over mah lap again.”
Marble stood up and walked to her dresser. Without even making an effort to chart out her actions, she picked up a simple wooden brush. The dark cherrywood tool had been the subject of more than a few fantasies in the past. It seemed to feel heavier than normal and her body shook with anticipation. Her body slowly turned and she saw her husband. He was in the same place he was in before but his stature seemed different. It was like the first time he told her to get into position to have her bottom tested; only this was much stronger. She realized that his pajama pants were gone. His naked form demanded much more respect. The still shaken woman marched forward until she reached the edge of the bed. Big Mac held his hand out and she watched herself hand over the brush. Her husband used the tool to pat his knee. The faint clap made her jump. The small amount of effort from the tap was a fraction of what her backside was about to feel. She laid back over his lap. The hard cock was again held down by her body and her rear was vulnerable for another round. She felt his free hand rest on her lower back the way it had before. Marble gripped the pillow and tightly held it against her chest.
“Jus like before” Big Mac said as he hefted the brush. “Y’all can fuss and holler all ya want; but y’all are getting spanked. Ah ain’t doing this to ya; ah’m doing it for ya. Ah made a vow that ah’d see it through. Yer rump might be sore now but it’s gonna be properly tanned when ah’m done. This is gonna be how ah punish you if y’all earn it.”
Marble murmured into the pillow as she waited for the main course. She could still taste her lover and his transformation through the session made her loins ache. Her arousal started to become very apparent to her husband's thigh. She shifted her bottom and received a faint pat from the back of the brush. A second pat landed on the same spot and she wondered if his resolve had run out. Getting spanked by a hairbrush for a pretend punishment was very different than being swatted by hand. Plus there was the face that her bottom was already tenderized. Her rump relaxed as she considered saying the safe word and stopping. Her earlier treat was delivered while her panties were still on. A bare bottomed spanking was also probably different enough. Another soft pat landed and she weighed her situation. Maybe Big Mac had enough.
Her eyes widened as she realized her miscalculation. He wasn’t hesitating. He was marking his target.
Big Mac brought the back of the brush down in a solid stroke on the thickest part of her right bum cheek. Marble bit down on the pillow and cried out as adrenaline shot through her body. The impact of wood on her already sore, bare butt hurt a lot more than her husband's hand. A soft pat landed on the opposite cheek and the tensed up her rump. Her excitement jumped to a new level as she hissed from the smack. The delicious sting combined with a firm hand on her back made her moan before she caught her breath. Another pat landed and her rump relaxed slightly. Her body shifted slightly and she received another pat on the tushie.
Big Mac gave her rear a second smack with the brush and watched with hunger as her flesh rippled. The subtle motion of her bottom made his cock twitch. The sound of the impact made his heart beat faster. Even the muffled scream into the pillow was exciting. Best of all; his lover had full confidence in him. Big Mac was given permission to be heavy handed with his wife. She asked him to spank her. Marble Apple-Pie begged him to give her a spanking. Big Mac paused and listened to her whine and moan into the makeshift gag. He never imagined that he would find pleasure from striking a willingly defenseless rump. He never dared think that he would be taking a position of authority over a grown woman; much less his equal. The brush gentle marked her cheek and she whimpered. Her body shifted to present the tapped bun. Another pat landed and he caught her clenched rump relax. After nodding to himself he lifted the brush back up to the height of his shoulder.
The brush cut through the air and made a distinct clap as it landed on Marble's backside. She cried out into the pillow and reflexively tightened her bum. The spankee wasn't trying to fight back tears anymore. She let herself sob into the pillow that now kind of tasted like penis. She shifted her position again to offer her other cheek to her spanker. The rush, the heat, the pain; it was almost orgasmic. She much preferred her husband over her slipper. Marble grunted as she felt the next marking pat on her rump. Big Mac had to have an iron will to keep going. The man who dropped everything when stubbed her toe somehow had the determination to give her a bottom on fire. The gentle giant of Sweet Apple Acres was punishing her posterior. The man who you could punch in the face and be calmly asked why you did it; was striking her rear. Another pat landed and she braced herself for the next strike.
The corrective tool came down just as hard as it had with the other strokes. Marble shrieked into her suppressor locked in her arms and basked in the sensations. Her favorite brush was now loved for another reason. She shifted and presented her opposite cheek and grunted. Saturday nights had a new reason for her to look forward to the weekend. A searing pain radiated through her bum and a marking tap made her whine into her puffy comfort. A second tap shot a jolt up her spine and she tensed up. Relaxing her rear was almost impossible.
“Y'all have done good so far” Big Mac said calmly as he gave her another light tap. “We're about tah get started.”
Marble's eyes shot wide open.
“What do you mean” she asked in a broken voice between sobs. “Did that not count?”
“Eenope” Big Mac responded as he started giving gentle taps to both cheeks in a steady rhythm. “This is new tah me too. Ah needed tah get tah know the weight of the brush. Y'all ain't getting off with a few claps. Ah said y'all are getting spanked. Ah meant that y'all were getting spanked. Ah suggest that y'all make sure that ah don't have tah use the brush terribly often. Ah rather like mah wife's backside; but ah'd rather be mounting it rather than punishing it. Ah won't slack off when it comes tah correcting you; so don't be disregarding mah expectations. Ah gave mah word that ah'd man up and don't y'al forget it.”
“Give it to me” Marble groaned as she slightly grinded her womanhood down. Character be damned; her husband was just too hot. She wondered if he would be inclined to give her a different kind of pounding later. “Punish my ass. Please, sir…teach me to behave.”
Big Mac gently ran a hand across her back. The request was easily accommodated. He raised the brush and brought the smooth, flat side down and firmly clapped her rear. In a fluid motion he raised the brush and struck the opposite cheek. Marble's muffled cries and reflexive protests were almost drowned out completely by his focus. The smacks continued to land in a steady pace with consistent force. He continued to keep his ears alert for the safe word, but gave himself some room to enjoy himself. The strokes seemed to mirror his heartbeat and the darkening bottom seemed to be begging him to take her. Marble displayed a great deal of restraint by not kicking her legs. Her upper half however; did thrash about. She wasn't moving her hips to offer up the next cheek for a stroke; but she probably wouldn't have been able to move at his pace. Big Mac continued to bask in her continued faith in him. He continued to let himself enjoy being part of her hidden desires. He wondered if she would be willing to satisfy one of his more closely kept fantasies. He grunted to himself softly as each stroke pushed her body slightly. Marble’s body kept rubbing against his dick with each brush stroke. Big Mac wondered if the stimulation was intentional as he continued to be the disciplinarian she wanted him to be.
Marble let herself scream into the pillow as the blows steadily rained down on her bottom. She could only imagine what her friends might say if they knew where she got her kicks from. Part of her wondered if maybe he would be willing to tie her down for a session. Marble had been in her own way experimenting with being gagged while getting her rear scorched. Every bite down and wail into the pillow turned into the illusion of having a soft bit gag strapped into her mouth. Big Mac's hand on her back was replaced by the fantasy of a leather strap securing her to a table. Raw electricity and euphoria drowned out her screaming bum as she uttered a shriek of a much higher pitch and chased it with heavy breathing.
Big Mac paused in his actions and grinned with amusement. Marble had just announced her orgasm. He set the brush down on the bed and let the thought sink in a little deeper. His wife just reached the peak of sexual fulfilment from having her hide tanned. Her rump had a rather angry hue and he wondered how long he had been at it. She wept into the pillow as she had been but a new reason for it had surfaced. The man paused and tried once more to figure out how something painful could give the recipient pleasure. The small town rumors surrounding the ‘Kinky Pie’ sisters might not have been completely unfounded. Careful fingers traced along the heated flesh of his wife’s rump and she hissed in an almost suggestive manner. A thorough inspection of her bottom suggested that there wouldn’t be much bruising. Big Mac wondered how many nights she had tended to her own secret tastes in the privacy of closed doors.
He paused as it occurred to him that his wife went through as many slippers as she went through boots.
Marble writhed in the afterglow of her treatment and slowly swayed her bottom as if asking for another. Big Mac softly caressed her back and addressed her in the same manner he started with.
“Y’all get what ya wanted?”
“You have no idea” Marble responded as she flexed her legs. “No one’s spanked me like that before.”
Big Mac took a moment to bask in the pride of a job well done. He shifted slightly and with a firm tone, he clocked in for some overtime.
“Every Saturday. No exceptions unless y’all are feeling ill. Y’all are expected tah humble yerself tah me. Ah expect yah stripped down ah yer underclothes and kneeling. Ah will explain what sort of spanking y’all are getting and why.”
“And what happens if I really get in trouble” Marble asked in a mischievous tone while giving her rump a wiggle.
“Ah won’t be pleased” Big Mac said calmly. “Ah expect ya to be respectful. When y’all submit tah me; y’all will get a chance tah weigh in on how the week was. Y’all will be expected tah tell me what y’all feel y’all earned.”
A new jolt of adrenaline shot through her as he spoke. A hairbrush spanking upon request was a very delectable proposition. Gentle hands softly massaged her back and thighs as silence took over the room. Only her heavy breathing and the crackling of the flames could be heard. Marble stretched her arms as she released the pillow. The woman slowly moved onto her knees next to her lover. As she fixed her eyes onto his loving orbs, she slowly placed her hands on his shoulders. With equally careful motion she moved herself over his standing cock. Marble slowly sunk down and took his throbbing organ into her womanhood. Her decent continued until she seated herself in his lap. A moan escaped her lips as she was penetrated and a playful wince came out as her roasted rump touched down on his thighs. Big Mac softly breathed into her shoulder as her snug vagina swallowed his dick.
His hands carefully caressed her lower back as she rested her face against his chest. She murmured wordlessly as she sat there. She offered herself to be taken in one of his favorite poses in a very direct way. Usually he would be standing upright, taking her with him. Typically such an act resulted in a fairly rough ride. His tender touches continued and she remained still. Marble shifted her body and tilted her head to face him. Big Mac leaned closer and softly kissed her.
“Ah’m jus gonna hold ya” he whispered after their lips parted. “Tonight is about mah wife and her needs. Y’all just relax. We ain’t gotta do anything else if y’all had enough.”
Marble slowly traced fingernails down his solid chest. The spanking took a lot out of her and the powerful orgasm took more, but she wasn’t about to throw in the towel. She softly nipped his ear and slightly clenched his pecker. He uttered a low moan as she teased him by squeezing and releasing. He might be hesitant to take her standing upright but she guessed that she could entice him another way. Marble gave his shoulder a playful bite before lifting herself off his organ. Big Mac moved slightly as if he was prepared to leave things where they were. Marble softly hummed as she moved herself onto her hands and knees.
Big Mac paused at the sight of his wife presenting her thoroughly spanked bottom. He watched her front sink onto the bed as her rear lifted slightly. Her wrists moved under her body towards her ankles. With a smirk he nodded to himself. He was willing to let her rest but he also wasn’t about to turn down such an open invitation. Big Mac stood up and placed himself in front of the edge of the bed. His strong hands gently gripped her ankles and he tugged her towards him. Marble let out a surprised squeak as her legs straightened and her pelvis flopped onto the bed. She felt her legs being pulled further down until her knees slipped off the bed. She reflexively propped herself up on her elbows and planted her feet on the floor. As she stabilized herself, she felt his hands grip her waist and his manhood tease her love tunnel.
“Ah suppose ah can accept taking y’all from behind instead of having mah cock sucked” Big Mac said as he took hold of his role as a struct husband. “But ah expect y’all tah swallow mah seed.”
“Yes, sir” Marble said with a meek moan.
Big Mac slowly pushed into his wife. The snug passage gripped him as he penetrated her and her writhing enticed him to go deeper. He slowly inched deeper inside her until his hips pressed into her reddened rump. Marble gasped and bit down on the sheets as the contact was made. The delicious feeling of being filled while having her sore bottom touched made her hungry for more. Big Mac slowly rocked his body back and forth. His throbbing penis claiming her soaked sex while her heated cheeks remained presented for him. He groaned in pleasure as his thrusting slowly gained speed and force. The sounds of his mate and her writhing helped push him to the edge. He watched her hands tightly grip the sheets as he gave a hilted thrust. The faint rippling of her magnificent ass reminded him of the earlier smacks. Big Mac made a mental note to tug down her panties during the hand portion of the weekly reminder next time. There was truly something hypnotic about bouncing cheeks. With a firm groan he pulled out of his wife and stepped back. Marble swayed her rear as he left her.
“Kneel” Big Mac said calmly as he positioned himself near the pillow on the floor. “Ah gave y’all instructions.”
Marble slowly slid off the bed and onto her knees. She looked up at his cock and playfully whimpered. One of his hands lightly gripped her hair and pulled her mouth closer. She parted her lips and squeaked as the head pushed inside. The taste of his cock and her pussy was sampled by her tongue as the intruding organ sunk halfway into her. With a soft hum, she sucked down on his dick as he started thrusting on his own. She was scooted herself about for a more comfortable position and caught her husband uttering a very pleased breath. Marble blushed upon realizing that the angle allowed him a view of her bottom. Her blush deepened as his other hand took a small amount of hair. Big Mac pulled back until only the head remained. With an almost carnal growl, he shot his thick load into her. Marble looked up at him as she relaxed and accepted her lover’s fluids. She let out an exaggerated gasp for air as he fully removed himself from her mouth. He knelt down in front of her and gently kissed her. Marble let her body fall against his and he caught her in his arms.
“Are y’all satisfied” Big Mac whispered softly into her ear.
“You have no idea” Marble said in an almost equally quiet voice. “I’m looking forward to next Saturday.”
Big Mac gently scooped her up as he stood.
“Ah’m looking forward to Wednesday” he replied with a smirk as he laid her on the bed.
Marble winced slightly as her bottom touched the surface. She watched her lover take her garments and brush from the bed and slowly nuzzled her pillow. With a tired giggle she lightly pushed it off the bed.
“My pillow smells like penis breath”
“Mah pillow is still on the floor.”
Marble slipped under the covers and rolled over to face her husband. She nestled close against him and let her exhaustion consume her. It crossed her mind that sitting down tomorrow might be a chore but concluded that it was worth it. Her head rested against his chest and she heard his slow heartbeat. The rhythmic thumping made her eyes widen as she realized that she was very familiar with the tempo. Big Mac softly kissed her head and deeply inhaled her presence. He looked at the fireplace again and nodded to himself about having done two jobs with all he had.
He glared at the window before drifting off.
