My Wish Was Her Command

Chapter Three-1

Chapter Three

The next day, Justine grabbed my butt and asked, “How is it?”

“Still hurts,” I said.

“Hmm. Well, I’d say ‘poor thing,’ except I know that you wanted it that way. I’m inclined to feel a little sorry. But I’m working on that. And I know that you have some control over what you receive. I’m giving you chances to back out if something sounds too bad. Is that okay? Did you want to have less control?”

“No,” I answered. “You’re doing great. It’s a good system so far.”

“I’m glad,” she said, and gave me a kiss. “But I will tell you that we have to wait a while before doing it again. I know you can take the pain, but I insist that you heal fully first. I won’t do that kind of damage. I don’t want to see the slightest evidence of any marks when we do this next. You’ll just have to live with that, OK?”

“Sure,” I said. “Anyway, I’m just so happy that I finally told you about all of this and that you’re willing to accommodate. I know it’s not really your thing. I love that you’re willing to get into it. You can wait however long you want. You just tell me when. I’m almost always up for it. If I’m not, I’ll tell you right away.”

“Good,” she said. “And you’re right, it’s not really my thing, but it’s not that I don’t enjoy it. I’m just not practiced. But I’m getting the hang of it.”

“Yes, you are,” I said, embracing her.

***

“I’ve been looking at more of those websites,” Justine told me about a week later.

“You have?”

“Yes. I’ve been studying up, seeing what’s out there, what other people do, and putting it together with what you’ve told me you want.”

“Wow. You’re really getting into this.”

She smiled. “Just getting used to it all. Now, I know that a lot of people who do this also do a lot more, like with leather and gags and handcuffs. But that’s not your thing, right?”

“Well, maybe, in the future... but that’s not what it’s about right now for me. The spankings are really what I like best.”

“And some of the other sites seem to be about the women really being in charge of the marriage. Like, they talk about administering spankings, but in a larger context of being a little dominating all the time, telling the husbands what to do and demanding some level of service. These aren’t women who dress up in latex boots or anything; they just have an understanding that their husbands should be a bit submissive. Is that anything you want me to do?”

I thought about it. “Not really,” I said. “Well, at least not all the time. I don’t know. I guess it could be fun to try, but maybe just on special occasions. I don’t want to change our marriage drastically or live that way all the time. Maybe we could just do that once in a while, the way we do the spankings now. You could try mixing in a little of that power play, but in the same kind of way we’ve handled my punishment—you know, nothing set in stone, going slow, having some chances to back down and stop things. I don’t know. I’m not sure how to approach that, or exactly what it is you’d do.”

“Oh, I’ve got some ideas,” she said, winking at me.

“You do?”

“Yes. I’ve been doing my research, remember? Also, I’ve been asking for some advice.”

“What? From who?” I was more than a little surprised.

“Oh, online. I joined some newsgroups and checked out some chat rooms. I haven’t used our real names, of course. But I have found a lot of women who have husbands with needs very much like yours. The women are all very friendly and rational and matter-of-fact, and they all have helpful tips and suggestions. I’ve described to many of them what we’ve done and how you’ve approached me. A lot of them are naturally dominant women, and many of them went looking for submissive partners. But a surprising number of them were approached by their partners rather late in the relationship. Our situation isn’t that uncommon.”

“Wow... that’s impressive,” I said. “You really are getting the hang of this, aren’t you?”

She grinned. “Oh, yes. And I think you’ll be pleasantly surprised.”

***

About two weeks passed without any hint of our new games. One Saturday we slept late, as we usually did, opening our eyes for the first time around 11:00. We both got up early for our jobs during the week, and we always loved the luxury of staying in bed as late as we wanted to at the start of each weekend. We both began stirring around the same time and turned to kiss each other.

“Morning,” I said croakily, still heavy with sleep.

“Morning,” she said, smiling. Her smile was a wonderful thing, lighting up her whole face, and I could think of no better sight to wake up to.

I kissed her again, on the cheek, on her chin, then on her neck. I rolled into a comfortable position beside her and began running a hand slowly and lightly over her belly. She closed her eyes. I caressed her arms then, crossing her torso with the backs of my fingers to get from one arm to the other. I gave her shoulders light touches, sliding my hands down to her collarbone and just below. “Mmmm,” she hummed softly.

I stroked the whole length of her body on one side and then began caressing her legs. I touched the tops and outsides of her legs, but only went as high as the knees in touching the insides. She began sliding her legs around just a little.

I shifted a bit, moving my head under the blanket and softly kissing her ribs, her sides, her thighs. When she moaned a bit more loudly, I began using my tongue more, leaving wet trails across her body, drawing half-circles just below the lines of her breasts. I moved my own leg over hers, shifting my weight to massage her with my whole body. I placed her arms at her sides and began more long caresses, from her palms to her sides to her hips and then back. I brought my hands gradually closer to her breasts on each pass, finally lightly brushing her n*****s as my fingertips slid by. She whimpered slightly, and I lowered my head to nibble at her breasts, starting on the outside and working my way toward the center as I shifted my hands back down to her legs. This time I dipped my hand into the insides of her thighs, rubbing a bit more firmly as I worked my way higher.

Justine was sighing now, her breaths heavy, and she twisted her torso a little, thrusting a n****e toward my mouth, its rosy stiffness pleading for the moist warmth of my lips and tongue. I hesitated a moment and a drop of saliva fell onto the n****e, her chest quivering in response. Then I bent forward and took the whole n****e in my mouth, sucking hard, and she let out a loud gasp.

I moved from one n****e to the other, mouthing her lovely breasts, groping them. She clutched the back of my head, pulling my face against her sweating bosom. I sucked furiously, at the same time sliding my hand up her thigh until it covered her p***y. The heel of my hand pressed gently just above her c******s, and I drummed my fingers ever so slightly against the outside of her moist, delicate labia. Her legs moved further apart as if on their own, and I began massaging in circles with my whole hand. I felt wetness and slipped two fingers between those lips, not yet inserting them, but scissoring them back and forth. Justine’s moans were growing louder, and I let her n****e slip out of my mouth as I licked my way down her panting chest and stomach.

It was stiflingly hot under the blankets, but I didn’t care as I slithered further down until my face was between her legs. I lay on top of her and moved my arms so that I was hugging her thighs and holding them apart, savoring the sweetness of her scent and the lovely sight of her rosy, eager flesh. Then I lowered my face and began tonguing her slit slowly, down one side and up the other, in long, delicious ovals that made her begin bucking her hips against me, wanting more. I licked the insides of her lips with slow, short, delicate motions, then brought the tip of my tongue to her clit, where I made just the tiniest circles, our flesh sliding easily against each other’s in her fragrant juices.

I shifted slightly once more, pulling her right leg up further with my right arm. I moved my left arm over the top of her left leg. Then with my palm facing up, I extended two fingers and slid them slowly inside her as I licked. Her sudden loud moan was slightly muffled by the blanket and by my position, but it drove me to please her more. I f****d her more quickly with my fingers, inserting a third finger and then curling them slightly to rub against her G-spot. Her bucking and panting grew rapid, and I pressed my face firmly against her tenderly exposed flesh, flattening my tongue.

I was rewarded with a series of convulsions against my face, her sweet pink lips pulsing against my lips and tongue, her insides gripping my fingers convulsively. I remained where I was, savoring her orgasm until it had subsided. Then I slowly pulled out my fingers, gave a few last caresses, gave her lovely s*x a final kiss, and slid my head out from between her legs and out from under the blankets. I was soaked in sweat, and it was good to get a lungful of fresher, cooler air.

She looked at me and sighed with pleasure, and I smiled and kissed her. “I love you,” I told her.

“And I love you,” she said, throwing her arms around my shoulders and pulling me to her. My erection pressed heavily against her abdomen as I moved into a straddling position. “Ooo,” she said. “What’s this?” She worked her hand between us, and I raised my torso a little to help her.

She gripped me suddenly and firmly, and I let out a little “Nnnggh!” as she tugged.

“Hmm,” she smiled up at me as I winced slightly. “What happens if I tug a little more?” She pulled my stiff c**k forward then, toward her head, and I had no choice but to follow it by scooting my waist further up her body until I straddled her chest, her hand holding my d**k between her breasts. She lifted her head slightly to lick my right n****e, at the same time moving her hand back and forth, up and down my shaft.

“Oooohhh,” I moaned softly.

“You like that?” she whispered.

“Oh f**k yes,” I whispered back. She started jerking me off more quickly, and I began thrusting forward into her grip. Just as I was building up a good rhythm, she suddenly let go of my d**k and put her hands behind her head.

“Straighten up,” she said in a more normal voice. I sighed with thwarted desire, accepting her teasing and straightening my back. “Hands on your head,” she continued. “I want to enjoy that torso of yours.”

I did as she told me, lacing my fingers together atop my head, throwing my shoulders back. “Just look at all those muscles,” she said. “The gym has done wonders for you.” She put her hands on my ribs and slid them around, caressing my lats, my abs, my chest, then sliding around to feel my back muscles, to squeeze my shoulders. “You’re so hard,” she said, running her hands all over my lean, tight frame.

“Yes, I am,” I whispered, my boner throbbing with excitement as my lovely wife groped me admiringly, smiling, her still-sweaty breasts moving in delicious ways as her arms danced around my body.

At this, she stopped a moment, then reached under my arms and tickled me. I flinched automatically and dropped my hands, but she said, “Hey! Hands on your head.” I resumed my position, and she resumed caressing for a second or two, then began tickling me again, her curled fingers jumping around and poking me softly, this time not just under my arms but all over my sides, my abdomen, and my chest. I winced with a smile and squirmed above the waist, my legs remaining still as I straddled her. “Stay still!” she said, and I whimpered as I struggled to remain in place while she teased and taunted my sensitive flesh.