Great Sex Continues...

Jay and I have been having some pretty fantastic sex these past few weeks. I just haven't had a lot of time to write about it with work, kids and family obligations. We had sex 6 out of 7 days this past week which has not happened since before our daughter was born to the best of my recollection.

We have not repeated our experience of adding a 3rd party into the mix again, but are actively seeking my next playmate so I imagine it will eventually happen again. I'm being pretty picky. I have more no's than yes's or maybe's on intial contact and receipt of a picture. I know what I want in a general sense...tall, broad shoulders, dark hair, educated, professional, beyond that I just want to feel some sort of immediate attraction upon seeing a picture the first time. There have been very few I have cared to pursue any further than that. There is one that caught my attention recently, so we shall see what happens.

On to the great sex Jay and I had earlier this evening. We were required to hole up in our bedroom closet again to muffle the sounds of spanking, but it was still hot. After returning from a trip to Sonic for some ice cream for dessert, I announced that I would like to go upstairs before we consumed our ice cream treats. I made sure that Jay knew I needed to be spanked in addition to being fucked.

He went into the closet with some pieces of rope, making preparations as I slipped into one of his favorite sheer nighties and a thong. When he had finished, he called me to the closet, closed the door and ordered me to kneel on the floor. He had the rope strung over the door on some sort of pulley device with a pair of handcuffs tied to the end. He had me slip my wrists into the cuffs and hoisted my arms above my head.

"Turn around," he commanded.

I twisted around, my back resting against the door, my hard nipples poking against the sheer fabric of my nightie.

He began to slap my breasts with the crop. Slowly at first, nearly caressing them with it, then harder and faster in a staccato rhythm. I moaned with the pleasure and pain of it.

"Is your cock hard, Daddy?" I mewed.

"Yes it is," he responded.

"I bet you'd like to see it, wouldn't you," he offered

I nodded my head as he pulled his shorts to the side to show me his stiff cock.

"Oh," I breathed, loving the sight of him, glad it made my Daddy so hard to punish me like this.

"Turn around," he ordered again.

I turned around,my arms still held above my head, the cuffs beginning to bite into my wrists, my face pressed against the door now, eagerly anticipating his next move.


"THWACK," went the crop against my ass.

"SLAP, CRACK," the closet was filled with the sounds of the crop meeting my flesh.

"Yes, Daddy. I need to be punished. I've been a naughty girl," I admited.

"I know you have," he agreed.

"I've been thinking about other cocks,Daddy," I confessed.

Silence...he moves to the paddle now.

"CRACK," as it meets my naked bottom.

"I want another cock in my mouth, Daddy," I blurted out.

Jay gathered my hair up in his hand, and twisted it into his fist.

"What are you doing, Daddy," I asked anxiously,unsure where he was going with this.

"Shut up," was his only response as he pulled my head back with the handful of hair and continued his discipline on my vulnerable bottom.

"Help me be a good girl, Daddy. I can't stop these dirty thoughts in my head," I plead.

"Turn around," he tells me again.

His pants are off, his cock is bobbing in my face.

"Suck it," he directs.

I lean forward and bend to his cock, hands still restrained above my head, and take him in my mouth. His head is sticky and salty with precum. He places his hand on the back of my head and shoves me further down his shaft, then proceeds to fuck my face. My nostrils are filled with his musky smell, my pussy is pulsing, I open my mouth and offer my tongue for a dick slapping.

When he has had enough, he unties the rope from the door, and tugs me, still cuffed, into the bedroom.

I get into the doggie postion on the bed, hoping for more spanking as I had not had my fill of it ( Jay seems to be traumatized by the ugly black and blue marks I had on my ass for nearly 2 weeks after the last really intense session of spanking we had a couple of months ago. He now spanks me with much less abandon keenly aware of not marking me too badly. I hope he gets over it soon b/c I am craving a good, hard spanking again).

"Are you going to spank me again, Daddy?" I prod.

I get one or two smacks on the ass before he moves my panties to the side to probe my pussy hole. Before I know it, his finger has moved to my asshole. He rubs it, probes a bit before moving to the nightstand for some lube.

"No, Daddy, no," I murmur.

"Yes," he growls as he lubes me up and slides part of a finger in. Another finger slides in my pussy. It feels so good, I find myself rocking my hips back and forth, fucking his fingers with my pussy and my ass.

"You like that, dont you little slut?" he says.

"Yes, Sir," I admit.

"Turn over on your back," he tells me.

I turn over, slide my hips towards the edge of the bed, and he enters me.

It feels so damn good, his cock fills me up in all the right places. My hands are still bound by the cuffs which turns me on even more.

He thrusts in and out with a nice steady rhythm. I bring my cuffed hands down to rub my hard little clit, and my hips thrust in time with him. I spit on my fingers, and rub furiously at my clit as he picks up his pace. I brace my legs against his chest, helpless to control the moans that escape my lips as I circle closer and closer to the prize.

He thrusts a little hard, a little deeper, and I am gone, falling over the precipice into orgasm. My head snaps back as I feel myself clenching around him moaning my pleasure rather loudly before I manage to shove a pillow over my face.

He thrusts in and out, going for his own orgasm now. He grips my thighs, his thumbs sinking into the soft flesh of my inner thighs, my legs splayed wide open for him now as my body bounces up and down against the bed.

"Harder," I plead through clenched teeth.

"Fuck, you feel so good. God, I love to get fucked," I tell him.

" You want to get gangbanged?" he spits out between thrusts.

"Yes, I want you to watch me get fucked," I tell him as my feet bounce against his shoulders.

That's all it takes for him. His face gets that familiar, slack look I have seen so many times before, his shoulders drop and relax as I feel his sticky warmth already beginning to run down the inside of my thigh.

We lie there, cuddling close for a few moments. I move for the key to the handcuffs to free myself, but he jerks me back by the rope still attached to them, telling him he will unlock them when he is ready which pleases me.

Eventually, he frees me, we dress and go downstairs to enjoy our all but forgotten Sonic Blast treats.