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Sunday Evening
I shiver in expectation, looking down at Dean’s face covered in my come. I know I tried not to buck up and gag him, but sometimes when he goes down on me I get so excited I completely forget him and just at the point of orgasm, my body refuses to listen to me when I try not to move.
I know Dean isn’t really annoyed; he likes to give me blowjobs – hell he is fantastic at it, and he knows it. He also likes to give me punishments. Not that I have to do much to earn them. Nearly choking him with my dick will definitely be enough to earn one and I feel excitement at the idea of Dean punishing me.
Alone in the living room we start to untangle ourselves, me pushing my softened cock back into my pants and he getting up from his place on the floor to sit beside me. I’m waiting, partly nervous and partly excited to see what he decides the punishment for my heinous crime will be.
Since we became lovers Dean’s encouraged me to experiment in the bedroom department and I have to admit it did shock me at first, I mean who would think that he liked BDSM, spanking and ‘punishment?’ What shocked me more was that I really enjoyed it. I found I wanted to be bound up or spanked! I would get a shiver of delight rush through me whenever we decided to do something kinky, and my orgasm was always twice as good when I’d been spanked first. I never thought I would like it, but I tried it for him, because I love him and now I love it too.
So I sit waiting to see what he has planned for me.
“I think it’s shower time, don’t you?” he says very calmly.
As he looks at me I can see that he see’s my quiver and my nod of agreement. We stand and he leans forward to give me a long hard kiss and a fierce hug. He crushes his hips to mine and I can feel he is already rock hard. He really gets off on the shower sex, hell, so do I. He pats my ass and orders me to get undressed in the bedroom and meet him in the bathroom.
I think, as I stride to the bedroom, about our years together as a couple. We have survived due to our habit of identifying triggers for tension in our lives and we deal with them as soon as possible. Like when Dean behaves like a complete child and annoys the hell out of me, or when I annoy Dean with my talking about feelings. Dean’s way of dealing is to fall back on things our father taught us. Be strong, fight and never, ever show your real emotions. I, on the other hand, believe in listening to your heart and talking things through and it is a testament of our stability that Dean will, now, quite suddenly say he loves me, knowing that I will not make a joke of it or make him feel embarrassed for those feelings. I wonder if that really does make me the girl of the relationship? Not that one of us has to be the girl just Dean likes to tease and that’s one of his favourites.
I move to the wardrobe and hunt around the contents on the floor to find what I am looking for, once I have it I efficiently remove my clothes and chuck them over the chair on my side of the bed and walk into the bathroom. Dean is there and as I walk into the room I hear his gasp at what I have in my hand.
Thankfully, the bathroom is a big room as Dean moves to sit on the toilet.
“Are you sure?” he asks me
“Yes”
“But…”
“It will be fine.” I assure him, we haven’t used this paddle before so it will be a new thing for both of us. I bought it the last time I went out of town. I don’t often get the opportunity to leave Baggour Falls but there was a teacher conference in Austin and I was offered the place. Whilst I was there I went into a fetish shop and spent most of that month’s grocery budget on some things I thought Dean would like. I have the rest of the stuff stashed in my closet ready for his birthday, but I showed him the paddle as soon as I got back. I’m kinda shocked we haven’t got around to using it before. Wait till he sees what else I bought.
I hand him the paddle and then I silently but willingly put my body across his lap, in position for my ‘punishment’. Dean waits a few seconds, I think it is to make sure I stop squirming to get comfortable and then, when he’s sure I’m ready, he starts with a series of firm spanks randomly placed on the fullest parts of my buttocks. I try my best to take the punishment quietly, but after just a few spanks I start to fail, this is the part I want. I want him to conquer me, make me take more than I think I can, make it hurt and make me cry. I don’t want it to be fake. I start to squirm genuinely trying to get away as my ass heats up and I start to gasp and pant. He has to hold me firmly to stop me escaping. I know I’ll probably cry in a minute, and that makes me feel a bit ashamed of myself. He holds me firmly down on his lap and traps my flailing legs with one of his own to envelope me, and now I know I can’t get away, meanwhile he continues to bring the paddle down across varying parts of my ass; slowly getting harder. For the first couple of seconds I can feel Dean’s hard-on pushing into my stomach but after I start to cry it recedes. He continues to whack my ass as I continue to squirm and pant and sob. When he has reached twenty spanks, which he always does no matter how much I struggle, his hand drops the paddle and lies gently on my ass rubbing softly to ease my ache. I am sobbing as quietly as I can and I attempt to curl up in his lap for a kiss and a long cuddle, however since I am not a small man, that doesn’t work. It works in bed where there is a load of room, but not on a toilet seat!
“Let’s get in the shower.” He suggests, knowing that a post punishment shower seems to have a restorative affect on my backside and my mood!
I start to feel my cock rise in eagerness as I move towards the shower. Dean beats me to the shower however and pulls back the curtain to turn it on. The spray starts to hit the tiled wall as I step into the tub. Dean gets in and crowds up behind me, I know he’s trying to feel the heat from the hard spanking he just gave me. This is the part he likes, the post spanking snuggling and warmth (both physical and emotional). The warm water feels good and I start to relax. I feel his strong arms encircle me as he kisses my neck, just below my hairline. I grab my already half-hard cock and start to pump it, feeling Dean’s cock nestled between the crack of my ass, I wonder if he will want to fuck me again, I could really get on board with that plan.
I turn towards him and lower my head so that my lips meet his. I slip my tongue out and push into his mouth. We make out as I quiver with anticipation and, although steam is starting to rise in the bathroom; I feel goose bumps rise on my skin. I feel his rock hard cock and I don’t want this to stop. His hand starts to creep around my back and heads down to the crack in my ass, fingers slipping in between my cheeks and circling my hole, and then I know he is going to fuck me. I feel his cock rubbing against mine and I wrap my hand around them both. I lower my face and kiss his shoulder as his hand, which was teasing my hole, comes up my back, rubbing circles gently as he leans forward and kisses my shoulder too. He starts lightly humping me. He pets my hair with his hand.
“Are you ok?” He asks as he raises his head.
“Yeah fine, one day I’ll learn to control my hips.” I joke. I see his eyes crinkle at the sides when he laughs; I think it’s extremely cute.
I kneel down and take his cock into my mouth. It was hot, and so was he, so this isn’t a chore in anyone’s books. I take his cock in, in one gulp and I suckle on it for only a few seconds before he starts to grunt with pleasure. I like the feel of his heavy cock lying in my mouth. I raise my head and tease the sensitive head, pushing my tongue into the slit. He puts his hands on my hair and starts to pull it aggressively while starting to push his cock into my mouth, funny how he’s allowed to do that - I think. Dean puts his hand on either side of my face and I think he is going to stick his fingers in my mouth but that is my kink and not his.
The shower continues to pelt water at us as he pulls his cock out of my mouth and slides it all over my face, it’s insanely hot how just having him brush his cock over me can be such an amazing experience for me. I start to feel my cock begging for attention as I feel the water beating down on my back.
This is so hot, that I put my hand on my cock and play with it. I pump my cock, furiously fast, as he reaches up and grasps the shower rail. I lean towards him, desperate to be nearer to him and I lick his stomach. For a few seconds we make this bizarre tableau of him hanging from the shower rail and me on my knees kissing his stomach and speedily wanking my cock. He gasps with pleasure and leans down to clasp me under my arms pulling me up off the floor. My cock is painfully hard when I let it go so that I can concentrate on kissing him passionately instead; Dean rubs his hands up and down my arms quickly as he humps my side. My feet start to slip and he catches me before I fall and pushes me up against the back wall of the shower. The tiles are cold against my skin and I hiss.
“Sorry.” He mumbles as he licks a stripe up my neck.
Dean pushes his cock up to mine and we continue to rub up against each other with wild abandon.
“Turn around.” He orders, his voice full of passion and excitement. As I turn he covers my cock with his hand and pushes himself up against my back. I tilt forward leaning one hand on the shower wall as I feel his hot, heavy cock between us and feel light-headed as he starts to pump my cock in time with his thrusts. His right arm comes around and starts to play with my nipples, teasing and plucking at them. He knows this is one thing that really drives me nuts with desire and so he tries to remember to do it when we make love.
I bend forward more, pushing my ass back towards him; I really want him to put it inside me. He leans back and gives me a few playful slaps on my ass. I gasp and can feel my heart beat increase in anticipation. I like it rough sometimes, and so does Dean. I wonder what he’s going to do now.
As I stand back up Dean reaches for the glass cabinet where we always keep the lube in the bathroom.
“You’re not going to need that.” I protest.
“I don’t want to hurt you when I shove my cock up your ass.” He smirks, knowing I hate it when he gets crude.
He grabs my hands and squirts loads of lube onto them. He encourages me to rub them together and reach for his eager cock. As I touch it Dean hisses and subconsciously pulls away so I just grab him by the cock and, expertly, lather the lube over him. He leans forward and we kiss passionately as I continue to rub the lube over his substantial cock.
We turn back around again; I bend forward getting a face full of shower spray as Dean steps up behind me. I feel his fingers at my entrance and I attempt to relax to let him gain entry. I feel first one then another finger slide into my channel. It’s tight and slightly burns and I’m slightly disappointed that he isn’t just gonna ram it in. I know he’s worried about hurting me but I want him so badly I just don’t care, plus my ass is already hurting from the spanking a little stretching burn probably won’t even be noticeable. I know that the activity coming will wipe that pain away quickly, but Dean continues to push his fingers in scissoring them to make sure I’m stretched enough for him to fit in. I surrender to his resolve.
Dean twists his fingers inside me, he knows exactly how to hit my prostate so that my knees want to buckle, bastard. He’s teasing me now. I jump and groan as the sensations rise. I can feel my orgasm beginning to build.
“Stop. I’m ready, just do it now!” I plead, panting.
Dean lowers his face and, again, kisses my shoulder as he takes forever to position himself with his cock at my entrance. Slowly, oh so slowly, he pushes in and the burn that I feel turns to pain. I pant and gasp, he’s not exactly an under endowed man and, although he tries to be gentle, it still pains a bit when he is going in. Okay I’m glad he prepared me maybe I overestimated how loose I was tonight.
We both grunt when he hits bottom and without pausing at all he starts to pull out and slam back in, forcing me to use both hands to stop from bashing myself insensible against the wall of the shower. He picks up speed and begins to really pound into me. This is what I wanted. I feel like I’m on a roller coaster as my heart picks up and I can feel my heart beat in my ears, the blood is pulsating and above that I can hear him gasping for air and grunting with the force of him pounding into my ass.
“Oh yeah, baby.” He cries against my shoulder.
I grab my cock and start to pump it in time with him and I groan as my balls start to tighten and rise up towards my cock. I feel my orgasm thundering in like a steam train.
“Oh god… I’m gonna come, slow down.” I say but he continues to pound me.
“Nope.” He grunts, “This is for you, for taking your punishment so well.”
At this second I feel so loved and so close to him I don’t want this moment to end, but I’m not in control and before I can stop it my whole body clenches and I start to feel like my cock has exploded as I shoot all over the shower wall. Serenely I watch, as my seed disappears down the drain.
Dean continues to pound my ass, chasing his own explosion and I know he is getting there by the way his hips jerk erratically. Unexpectedly he stills and I can feel his breath at my neck as he wraps his python like arms around me and holds me still as he grunts to completion. I feel his heart beating wildly as he pulls out of me and cuddles me fiercely as he comes down from his climax. He’s twitching as the sensations recede. Under the noise of the shower his cock slips out of my used hole and I feel his come and lube drain out of my hole and down my leg to join with my own offering in the plug hole.
I feel sore both from the spankings and the sex, and wonder how lucky I am to have him in my life as my lover, as a brother he was great but as a lover he is imaginative, funny, sexy, as hell and I love him so much.
I twist my head around to kiss him again; it’s not pretty or elegant but it’s heartfelt. His arms surround me again and we stand there for a few seconds getting our breath back when he turns to me, smiles and says,
“You’d think with all this showering I’d be really clean by now.”
“Dean” I say laughing, “You’ll always be filthy!”
The End?