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From: Uther Pendragon <nogardneprethu@gmail.com>
Subject: {ASSM} "The Choice" -- Uther -- MF wl span
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Date: Thu, 28 Apr 2011 21:10:01 -0400
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The Choice
by Uther Pendragon
nogardneprethu@gmail.com

MF span



"Faith, how could you have been so fucking stupid?" They were on a limited
budget -- both still owed student loans years later. Terry couldn't see how
his wife could have imagined that they could afford a new sofa, let alone
that she should buy one without even consulting him and then mention it so
casually while they were getting ready for bed.

"I'm sorry, Terry. I know I was wrong. Here. Punish me. I'll bend over so
you can spank me." She was in panties and bra; he was wearing almost as
little.

"Not that way. What you get for behaving willfully is a long, dull lecture."
The light was starting to dawn. "That's what it was about wasn't it?"

"What?"

"You didn't order the sofa 'cause you thought we could afford it. You
ordered it 'cause you thought I'd spank you."

"That's ridiculous. I never..." But she was beginning to think he might be
right. She sure needed more from him than gentleness. His gentleness was
great, most of the time. But, sometimes, she needed something more.

"Well, when you want to be spanked, there are rules." He marshaled the ideas
in his mind.

"What," Faith asked after the silence had exhausted her patience.

"Well, One -- Terry never spanks Faith. This is a slippery enough slope. You
want to play, play all the way. Two -- Nothing damaging. You want me to burn
you at the stake, I'll figure out a way, but not one that leaves a mark on
you. Three -- That means hand-spanks. I ought to get something out of this,
too. Four -- let's confine this to our bedroom as much as possible, and
never when there's anyone else in the house. That's all I can think of at
the moment."

"You'd really burn me at the stake?"

"Well, I'd be happy to tie you to the stake. The burning has to be
imaginary. Is that one of your wishes?"

"Not really. Don't we have a family meeting to negotiate this? Hand-spanks
sounds a little mild." Terry was sounding awfully dominant right now.

"Nope. You get your choice. Yes or no."

"What do you mean by playing all the way?"

"What I said. Terry never spanks Faith. If you want punishment, create a
scene where we're two different people."

She was starting to get it, although her usually-articulate husband wasn't
being very articulate right now. He wanted the punishment to be within a
role-paying situation. She could do that.

"And what is it that you get out of it?" Maybe he'd wanted to spank her all
along.

"I don't enjoy giving you pain. I do enjoy putting my hand on your ass. I
figure that putting it on hard and fast is a compromise. Is this a deal?"

"It's a deal." This new dominant Terry could get what he wanted from her.
And, after all, she did need a spanking. "Do we start now?"

He took a deep breath and thought for a minute. "Slave Girl, that vase you
broke was one of my most prized possessions."

"I'm very sorry, Master. I didn't mean to do it."

"That's very lucky for you. The punishment for doing it deliberately is
being disemboweled with a sword. Now, help me off with my clothes." She
helped him remove his trousers and shorts. She noticed the beginning of his
erection, but didn't know whether the slave girl should. He sat on the side
of the bed while she was hanging his trousers in the closet and putting his
shorts in the bedroom hamper. She saw that his right side was almost at the
foot of the bed. He was going to spank her, and she saw just how.

"Now strip yourself. It isn't respectful for a German slave girl to be
clothed when her Roman Master is naked."

Oh! That was the sort of slave she was; she'd been thinking an ante-bellum
plantation slave. She put bra and panties in the hamper and came over to
stand before him. She put her finger in her mouth.

"I'm really sorry, Master."

"No you aren't. You'll see in a few minutes what being sorry means. Now,
stand there." He pointed to the foot of the bed. "Bend down and lie over my
lap." She did. The bed sagged a bit and her legs had to stick way out. "You
may put a piece of cloth in your mouth to bite on." While she was putting
the bedspread in her mouth, he slapped her butt quite hard.

"Ow." He went on with the spanking. When she wriggled, he held her down with
his left hand. At each blow, his hand cupped her right butt cheek while his
fingers lashed her left one. Sometimes, part of his hand touched her lower
lips as her arousal extended them. Finally, he stopped with his hand on her
warm rear. It felt good there.

"Now, do you understand what being sorry means?"

"Yes Master."

"Then come to my bed and show me how sorry you are." She got up. He got up,
showing the erection which had been pressing against her side. She removed
the bedspread and folded back the bed clothes. "Lie on your back and spread
your arms and legs."

She realized that the game was still on. When she followed his directions,
he knelt between her legs. He came over her and put his tip inside her. He
thrust.

"Now, how sorry are you?" Her cunt didn't feel like she was sorry. Indeed,
it was juicier than he'd felt after minutes of more normal foreplay. He
luxuriated in the welcome she'd given his cock.

"Very sorry, Master." She wrapped her arms around him. When he moved, she
pressed against him. The cock driving in and out of her fed the warmth that
the spanking had started. She was nearly there when he turned them a little
sideways. He grabbed her still-warm left butt cheek. The grip and the harder
driving of his cock took her over. The heat spread from her ass through her
entire body.

"Terry!" He felt her clutching around his thrusting cock just when he heard
her. He took one more stroke before he pressed deep within her and erupted.

"Argh!" He rolled them over and then lay there panting. Finally, he asked,
"Satisfied?"

"In so many ways. You fill all my needs, even those I hadn't known I had."
The sex was great, but previous sex had been great. She'd almost known that
she'd needed the punishment. How much the domination added had been a
surprise.

"You fill all my needs, too."


The end
The Choice
by Uther Pendragon
nogardneprethu@gmail.com
2011/04/28



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