I’ll Be a Good Girl… Next Time

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I don’t know what’s gotten into her, but for some reason, my wife’s been playing hard to get: acting aloof, avoiding my affection when I know she deeply craves it. Then, after I give her some space for a few hours, to my surprise… she starts to pout. I’m mildly irritated but taking copious mental notes of this peculiar behavior.

If my observations are correct, she will continue to pout until her willpower implodes and she forces herself to acknowledge her desire for my attention. She’ll try to make nice, apologize for being such a spoiled brat, and tell me she really just wants my full attention. Tonight she’s gonna get more than she asked for. I’m breaking this pattern once and for all.

It’s late after my rotation at the hospital, and I’m still wound up from working in the ER. Trying to relax by watching the news, I hear familiar footsteps approaching.

“Babe, are you awake?” she asks, casting a hook to see if I’ll bite at the first attempt.

I refuse to acknowledge her plea.

“Baby, what are you doing?” she asks again, emboldened by my audacity to ignore her first attempt.

Now in front of me wearing what I believe is my old t-shirt, she gives me an inquisitive look.

“Baby, are you ignoring me?” Her voice almost cracks. The tremble in it sounds familiar. Her mind is racing, wondering if her bratty behavior has gone too far this time and actually pissed me off.

“No, I’m just trying to relax,” I reply, matter-of-factly, almost cold. I wasn’t in the mood for her games.

She moves toward the couch and slightly lifts the shirt to straddle me, and that’s when I notice her nude silhouette underneath the thin material. Her nipples stand at attention, making their presence known before she collapses on me.

“Can you come lay down with me, daddy? I can’t sleep.”

This is new; now I know she’s desperate.

Slowly, I begin to caress her body underneath the faded shirt. She moans softly as she starts kissing my neck, her hips rocking languidly back and forth over my ever-hardening crotch.

“You know what? Sure, let’s go to bed, babe.” I click the TV off, and she can’t see the devious smile that has crept across my face as I lift her off the couch in my arms.

Once in the bedroom, she moans softly as I lay her on her back. I kiss her passionately and run my fingers in between her legs to feel the wetness that started dripping onto me while on the couch.

Now it’s my turn to have fun.

“Daddy, why are you standing there? Come lay down with me.” Her body starts writhing seductively as she pulls the shirt up to lure me to her side.

I reach into the dresser drawer and pull out the cuffs that we haven’t used in months.

“No, you’ve been misbehaving,” I calmly reply. There’s a gleam in my eye that she hasn’t seen in ages, and she immediately drops into “sub” space.

“I’m sorry, daddy. It’s hard to be a good girl all the time. But you were ignoring me, and I really just want to cuddle; that’s it.” She tries to reason with me, pretending she wants to get out of what’s coming next.

“So that’s why you’re naked and grinding your wet pussy on me? Because you wanted to cuddle???” I quickly reply.

“Well, yes.” A coy smile spreads across her face.

“That’s it; I’m done playing with you.” I quickly grab both arms and cuff her to the bed. She puts up a small struggle, but she’s to busy enjoying herself to really fight.

“I wasn’t misbehaving, I promise. I’ve been a good girl! I swear. What are you gonna do to me?”

“I’m giving you what you want.” Keeping my eyes locked on hers, I run my fingers down her midsection until I reach her pussy. There, I douse my fingers in her warm juices and concentrate all my motor skills on massaging her clit.

“Oh, my God. Baby, that feels so good!”

After a few minutes, I can tell she’s close. I let off the pressure I was applying to her clit, pulling back just enough for her still to reach me if she tries. Her hips start to strain against my hand, desperately trying to reach her climax. Using every muscle in her body to extend herself, she finally achieves the right pressure for her to cum.

“Daddy… ugghhh… I want you inside me.” She groans, wanting to cum again, her body now covered in a thin layer of sweat.

“Like I said, I don’t think you’ve earned that, sweetheart. You’ve been misbehaving a lot.” I slowly withdraw my hands from her soaked crotch, gradually reducing all stimulation to a minimum before removing my touch altogether.

“But, daddy, I want you to make you feel good,” she whines.

“Oh is that so?” I slip my pants down, allowing my raging cock to spring free, the veins that traverse my shaft fully engorged. I use the hand soaked in her wetness to massage my throbbing cock head as I stand over her handcuffed body. “Mmm, you’re definitely making me feel good. “

“Ugh… daddy, that’s not fair.” She strains against the cuffs.

“I know. Imagine how I felt, watching you.” I keep massaging the full length of my shaft and feel my dick throbbing, preparing a massive load. My toes curl into the floor and my knees begin to buckle as I feel my body tip over the edge. A deep guttural groan escapes my throat as my cum spews from my aching cock over her cuffed body.

“Babe, I would’ve swallowed that,” she says, slightly indignant that I deprived her of her favorite act.

“I had to teach you a lesson. Maybe next time.”

I uncuff her and help her take off the old shirt, now soaked in my cum and her sweat. Then, both exhausted, we collapse into each other’s embrace, her almost limp body lying on top of mine.

“I learned my lesson. I can’t make any promises, but I’ll try to be a good girl next time.”

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3 replies
  1. MarriedtoaHotBabe says:

    A fun little story but only because your wife was into it. I am married to a tall, slender, professional (surgeon) woman who behind closed doors likes for me to really take control. She has never called me "daddy" and I'm not sure that's our style, but she enjoys some spanks and, yes, we do use handcuffs and there have been times when she's been handcuffed and I've really had my way with her–AND vice versa. Good stuff.

  2. CrazyHappyLoved says:

    I *so* love being a sex toy for my daddy dom, too! But for us, BDSM is always a reward, never a punishment. I never got into the "bratty" side of DDbg play, but I know lots of other ladies do.

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