Microfantasy Monday ~~ Books (1)

Microfantasy Monday is the brainchild of Ang of Sweltering Celt.

"Robin! You get your ass up here right now!" His voice echoed through the house.

~Oh, god, what now~ I thought as I followed the audible trail of his angry muttering up the stairs and into our bedroom, where I found him standing in my closet.

"What the hell! Where did all these books come from? Look at this," waving a bookstore bag and receipt in my face, "you just bought these last week. I clearly remember telling you 'no more books', at least not without checking with me first. And I also clearly recall you agreeing to this rule, however reluctantly. Didn't you?"

Without moving my eyes from his, I slowly nodded in agreement. I did remember him telling me he didn't want me buying any more books, and that there would be 'consequences' if I did. But, while he always threatened consequences, there never were any, and after a month of no book purchases, and no questioning from him on whether I was following the rule, I just figured he had forgotten, again, and didn't really care. So, I went to the bookstore, planning just to get two books by authors I like, but instead, as usual, I found many more I just had to have. Of course, I knew better than to just leave them lying around, so I put them in my closet thinking he'd never see them there.

Apparently, I was wrong.

"These books are going back to the store. Uh uh, don't even try to say anything right now. I am so pissed. Pissed that you would go and do something I specifically told you not to. And it's so obvious you were trying to hide these from me too." He advanced towards me, forcing me to back out of the closet and into our bedroom.

He was shaking, he was so angry.

"I am too angry to deal with you now. I'm going out for a while, but when I come back, there will be a punishment for breaking the rule. You will stay here in our room until that time. And I will be checking." And with that, he stormed out.

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He returned about an hour later, still angry and upset, but much calmer than when he had left.

"I've thought about this, a lot. You've said often that you'd like more of a DD aspect to our marriage. I haven't wanted to, but I feel like you've pushed me to this. I asked you to follow one simple rule ~ do not buy any books ~ and not only did you buy books but you deliberately tried to hide that from me. I honestly feel that this is the only way you will truly listen to me." He closed and locked the bedroom door, closed the curtains, and turned up the volume on the TV. "Remove all your clothes and stand in that corner."

I slowly and fearfully did as instructed. While in the corner I could hear him moving around, obviously setting things up for my punishment. I figured spanking, but with which implement, how many, how long... We'd never done this for anything but play...

"Come to the bed and lean over the side."

Sitting on the bed were not only all our standard implements, but also the books I had bought. I could hardly move... but I managed to get into position.

"I think we'll start with 10 per side with each implement, including each of the books you bought, then I'll see if I think you need more. You will stay in position and you will count out each strike. Ready..."

And with full force, he began...

Microfantasy Monday #58

Okay, not so micro or so much a fantasy as a story, but here you go...

Carl checked his watch again. With traffic the drive home was taking longer than expected, but with any luck he still wouldn't be too late. At least not as late as the last meeting.
Carl slumped down into his seat on the bus. Work had been so stressful lately, ever since the new management with their new processes and procedures had taken over. It seemed that no matter what he did, no matter how many hours he worked, he still couldn't get caught up.
Marie had been patient, so far, but he could see the stresses wearing on her as well. He rarely made it home for dinner lately, and their sex life, well, there wasn't much of one lately. He knew he missed it, missed feeling her body beneath him, missed watching her bottom twitch and redden with each spank, watching her writhe during a flogging. Carl was so tired, his dick didn't even twitch at these erotic thoughts.

As Carl entered the house, he could see the lights downstairs were dimmed. Walking into the kitchen he saw the the foil wrapped plate on the table. Marie was already upstairs, hopefully not sleeping yet, but probably in bed. Carl had no appetite so simply put the plate in the fridge then trudged upstairs.
Marie was in her robe in bed reading. She looked up as he came in.
"Hi."
"Hi."
"Another stressful day?"
"Umhmm."
"Why don't you go take a shower before bed. I think it will help you relax."
Carl nodded slightly at this suggestion and headed into the bathroom, closing the door behind him.

He came back into the bedroom about 15 minutes later, feeling if not truly relaxed, at least a little refreshed and ready to sleep. Until he looked at the bed. Laid out, in orderly fashion, were all their implements ~~ the leather paddle, the wood paddle, a hairbrush, the crop, even a cane.
"Whaaaa____?"
Carl stared at Marie.
"Marie... I know we haven't had any fun of this sort, heck, of any sort, in a while, but really, I just can't do this right now. I barely have the energy to crawl into bed; there's no way I can muster up enough to spank you."
"Oh, Carl, my sweet, stressed out Carl," Marie walked to him and gave him a hug. "These aren't for you to spank me, they're for me to spank you."
Carl started out of her arms and backed away.
"You've been so stressed, and you know how much a good stress relief spanking is for me when I'm so worn out by it all. I thought that perhaps you might find a stress-relief spanking good, too."
"I don't think so... You know I don't consider myself a switch..."
"This isn't about switching... this is about me trying to find some way to help the man I love destress. Please, let's just try it. If it doesn't work, it doesn't work, and we don't ever have to try it again. Please."
Carl looked at Marie and the love and concern were clear. He had no desire to be spanked, never had, but maybe, just maybe it would help. And he knew just being willing to try would make Marie feel better.
"Alright, let's give it a try. I suppose it can't hurt to try."
They both laughed at Carl's little joke. Then he climbed on the bed, positioning himself comfortably over the pillows and waited for Marie to start.

Marie sat on the bed at Carl's side and caressed his bottom. She started slowly and gently with her hand, mixing rubbing and stroking with the spanks. As his bottom started to pink and warm, she began with the leather paddle. Marie paid close attention to Carl's reactions, making sure not to spank too hard.
"Turn your head to face me, Carl."
He did, and Marie watched as she continued with the spanking. Carl's eyes were closed, his mouth relaxed, pursing only with a slightly more painful blow. It was clear he was relaxing.

Marie started to speak softly while continuing the spanking, telling Carl how much she loved him and cared for him, how hard it was for her to see him so distressed, how much she missed being intimate with him, that she would do everything she could think of to help him, to help them, to make things better.
Carl's breath was slow and steady as he opened his teary eyes and looked at her. Slowly he reached a hand up as he turned on his side and took the paddle from her. He shifted off the pillows and guided Marie down next to him. He opened her robe and began to caress her body. Before long Carl had Marie pinned beneath him on the bed as he pounded into her. It wasn't long before Marie screamed in orgasm, and as her pussy clenched tight around his cock, he couldn't hold back any longer and came, too.

After a quick cleanup, a much less stressed Carl and satisfied Marie spooned as they drifted off to sleep.

Certain Photos

Microfantasy Monday ~~ Thanks to Ang over at Sweltering Celt

Lindsay saw the envelope stuck under the windshield wiper as soon as she left the store. She slowed and glanced around but didn't see anyone obviously watching her or the car.

She put the groceries in the car, removed the envelope then got in. Lindsay knew she shouldn't open the envelope ~ it probably wasn't for her as she was driving a friend's car ~ but curiosity overruled her hesitation. She examined it closely ~ there were no marks of any sort, no writing, no indication of who it was for, or who it might be from. It was just your standard Manila envelope.

Lindsay opened the envelope, tilted it, and caught the stack of photos that slid out. All were 8x10, full color, high def, close ups as well as well as ones that took in the entire scene.

And scene it was. Lindsay fought to hold back the laughter, for front and center in each photo was George, the husband of her best friend and neighbor Cindy. And George was not alone; George was enthusiastically taking part in what appeared to be a men only orgy. Well, she and Cindy had wondered about George for years, and here was the proof.

Someone had obviously recognized Cindy's car, they just hadn't realized Cindy wasn't driving it.

Lindsay knew she'd share the photos with Cindy, the only question was when ~~ before or after they fucked each other senseless.

*hugs*
Robin

MicroFantasy Monday ~ Week 13

Thank you, Ang at Sweltering Celt

Meredith shifted nervously as she waited in the security line. She had been dreading this part of her trip ever since Jason had sent his list of detailed instructions.

She already knew that she would set off the metal detector, thanks to her collar and matching cuffs. And there was no way she could remove them herself, even if Jason had given permission. They could only be removed with a special tool, a tool that Jason kept securely attached to his key ring.

Meredith moved forward a few more steps, pulling her carry on behind her. The carry on that was not full of clothing for the long weekend... The carry on that was almost completely full of 'toys'. Sex toys ~~ paddles, floggers, cuffs, ropes, vibrators, clamps, etc. Everything that Jason had insisted she pack.

Setting her purse and the carry on on the conveyor, Meredith stepped through the metal detector, smiling shyly at the security person as the detector went off. She pointed out her collar and cuffs, and with an apology explained that they couldn't be removed.

As she moved to the side and stood as directed, she could clearly see the person monitoring the bags as they went through the x-ray machine. He squinted his eyes, concentrating... then they went wide and he motioned the other security personnel over to take a look. Meredith knew, with a sinking feeling, that they were looking at her bag. She wanted to just sink in on herself and disappear, but she stood still while she was wanded.

"Ma'am? Ma'am? If we could please see you over here?" Meredith looked towards the voice, seeing that it was a security person with her bag. Pasting a wan smile on her face, Meredith squared her soldiers and walked towards the table as her bag was unzipped.

Microfantasy Monday #11

As always, thanks to Ang over at Sweltering Celt.

Maggie thumbed excitedly through the catalogs. Now that their youngest child was finally moving out, John had agreed it was time to refurnish the house. And he had put Maggie in charge, within reason.

She knew that at a minimum they needed new furniture in the kitchen, family room and the master bedroom. Maggie was hoping that the game room in the basement could also get a few new things.

What John didn't know was that Maggie was not only looking at the attractiveness of the furniture but also at their functionality.

Tables had to be sturdy enough to hold their weight ~~ should John ever decide to have his wicked way with her in the kitchen.

At least some of the chairs had to be straight backed and armless ~~ perfect for those over-the-knee spankings John gave her.

Couches needed to be comfy and wide enough that they could easily cuddle together, and more.

A nice ottoman in the family room ~~ just right for kneeling and bending over for spankings, sex, whatever John would dream up.

And the master bedroom... A sturdy four-poster bed with sheer fabric panels for added romance. Maggie fantasized about being tied securely to the posts, spread eagled, at John's mercy. Or maybe she would turn the tables and tie him to the bed.

She giggled with delight as she very carefully picked the furniture that would assist in making her fantasies come true.

Microfantasy Tuesday Monday

Thanks to Ang at Sweltering Celt.

I walked into the bedroom, looking forward to a long hot shower before bed. A long day at work, a sweaty session at the gym ~ I just wanted to stand under the warm relaxing water & then crawl into bed.

He, however, had other ideas.

He was seated on the bed, a towel spread out next to him & another towel obviously covering something.

"We need to talk about your hair."

"My hair?" I reached up to touch my hair where it was piled on top of my head. "What about my hair?"

"You haven't been keeping groomed lately. Not the way I like it."

I didn't say anything, just stared at him in bewilderment.

"Close & lock the door, remove all your clothes, & come sit on this towel," patting the spread out towel on the bed.

*What the hell!?*

"Now! Or do I need to get the bath brush?"

*Yikes!* I quickly did as I was told, sitting on the towel and leaning back against the pillows.

He picked up the other towel, revealing hair remover, shaving gel, & razor.

"Now spread your legs..."

Something New

Microfantasy Monday - Week 7
inspired by Ang at www.swelteringcelt.com




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I woke to the sensation of my arms and legs being gently pulled apart and bound to the bed. I slowly opened my eyes to see – darkness. The soft blindfold had been slipped over my eyes while I slept. Wiggling a little I could feel towels beneath me.

“What…?”
“Shhh. I’ll be right back.”

I trembled with anticipation, wondering what was in store. I could hear him, in and out of the bedroom, up and down the stairs, but no other sounds to clue me in on what he was planning. Obviously, he didn’t want me moving, and the towels beneath indicated that things might get messy, but beyond that…. I waited, trying to keep my breathing calm.

I heard him approach, then felt the bed dip as he set his weight upon it. The air around him was cold as he leaned in, cupping my face with chilled hands and kissing me with increasing heat. I moaned and struggled to get closer. He pulled a way with a low laugh.

“Not yet.”

A strange rustling, crunchy sound. And then I felt it… scattered across my body, tightening my nipples, cooling my heat, making me shiver and shudder with it’s intensity.

Snow.