deepest love -- even though her well spanked bottom still throbbed. Her death-grip on Julian's neck relaxed as she did, and she laughed again when he drew in a huge breath as if she'd been throttling him.
"I should spank you again for nearly choking the life out of me." His voice was soft and amused as he kissed her lightly on the corner of her mouth, then stroked her hair out of her eyes. It was damp where she'd been sweating.
"I'm going to need another shower now. That was… well, pretty much indescribable." Even to her own ears her voice sounded strange and breathy, as if she'd just traveled through a whirlwind.
"Me too." Julian took her hand, and conducted it authoritatively towards his groin. "But maybe you could oblige me first, if you don't mind?"
"Oh crikey, yes. Oh, I'm sorry." Alice giggled, feeling a sort of mad, gleeful hysteria bubble up. She'd almost forgotten about Julian's raging hard-on.
"Don't be. I've enjoyed myself. It's been a while." His hand closed hard around hers, massaging. "But I could really do with the coup de grace now, love, whenever you're ready."
It's been a while.
Alice didn't stop laughing, but she did start wondering. It didn't surprise her at all that her husband was experienced in spanking. It'd been patently obvious that he knew precisely what he was doing. What did surprise her was that she didn't mind. She waited a second for jealousy to kick in, but it didn't. Her over-riding emotion was intense curiosity.
"I'll tell you afterwards, Ali. We'll share a glass of wine and I'll tell you everything," said Julian, his voice tight. It was his turn to have hips that lifted and hitched about now. Alice smiled in amazement at the way he'd seemed to read her thoughts. He'd always been good at that, but now the gift seemed more uncanny than ever.
"I'll keep you to that," said Alice sliding off his knee. She felt twinges of soreness in her bottom as she moved, but unless she was imagining things, they weren't quite as severe as they'd been before her orgasm. Had it acted as a kind of therapy, the release? She smiled to herself, gazing down at the vista of Julian's groin and the hefty bulge there. If a climax like that did ease the pain of a spanking, it was well worth enduring punishment on a regular basis. When she'd come it had nearly blown the top of her head off.
Her eyes flicked to Julian's and he waggled his brows at her in a get a move on gesture. Alice surveyed him serenely. She felt powerful now, as if that too was a byproduct of being punished. Had Mrs. Grayson experienced this? Or had she always been subservient to Mr. Grayson? He seemed to have ruled his household with a rod of rattan, but somehow that didn't seem quite the way for herself and Julian to conduct their relationship. She was too modern for that, and she sensed he wouldn't expect her to accept total subjugation -- even if he'd wanted to enforce it.
"What are you thinking about, love?" His blue eyes glinted, and she admired the way that he seemed prepared to wait on her convenience now.
"Oh, just stuff." With a creamy smile, Alice sank to her knees before him, not in obeisance but to get at what she wanted -- and what he wanted too.
Trying not to grab like a kid in a candy store, she attacked the button and zipper of his jeans. With care, she opened them up. He was so rampant. She didn't want to hurt him. There was pain and there was pain, and she loved her husband and his cock very much. As if he were a most precious treasure in the world, some rare and prized gem from the market they'd attended, she eased him out into the cool air to admire him.
Penises were odd sorts of things, but Julian's had a bizarre beauty. He was rosy and veined, with a large, well-defined glans. Silky pre-come glistened on the taut, shiny skin and his love-eye was distinct, almost winking at her. She'd never seen anything more tempting in her life. Extending her tongue, she swirled it delicately around his tip, and garnered a harshly
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