Do You Remember Saturday Afternoon?

 

Do you remember Saturday afternoon babe? When I dolled up all hot and slutty for you? The way your eyes hungered for me as you watched me putting on my makeup? The way your cock was swelling inside it's tiny little cage while I slipped into that sexy, revealing outfit you love to see me in? Do remember the looks I was getting from all those other men as we walked through mall? Staring at my cleavage, my tits pushing against the thin fabric of my top? Staring at me strutting around in those tight pants and ultra high heels that you so love to suck on? I saw you once, looking behind us to see if that group of service men were checking out my ass after we walked past! Do you remember that? It was making me wet knowing what all those guys, and all those men walking with their wives were thinking! And it was making me want to do things to you, knowing that you knew, that I was getting off on being such a hot little show off!

Do you remember how I caught you sneaking glances at those young college girls! (I always do!) Girls dolled up for the same reason I did; to get the guys to stare! I know you remember being bent over in the living room when I got you home! Bent over with your pants around your ankles! And I know you remember the twenty licks from the strap you received for not keeping your focus on me!!! 

                                                              

But before that, do you remember holding the sacks of the things we had bought, and holding my purse as I browsed around that department store? Ah yes, you were so patient as I took my sweet time looking at everything! And then we came to the housewares dept. We looked at some really nice cookware for you to use in the kitchen. And then I saw the bar stools! The moist need I felt between my legs had my mind racing with all kinds of wicked, nasty things as I led you by the arm towards them. I chose one high backed model to inspect and pulled it out into the aisle for a better look. Do you remember how I had you put all the bags down, and how I whispered in your ear, "Assume the caning position."?

You looked at me, almost pleading with your eyes, but you did as you were told! I stood back and admired the way your cute little butt looked in those jeans. You were leaned over onto that chair with your legs spread (The way I require him to do, so that while I am caning him, I can reach down between his legs to squeeze his balls to emphasize a point!) as if a cop were about to frisk you! Do you remember how I slowly walked around the bar stool twice, as if deciding on whether or not I liked what I saw? You couldn't really see the look we got from a couple shopping several feet away. And by then, I saw the salesman glancing my way. He hadn't seen you in such a vulnerable position yet! But I knew from the way he smiled at me, he would be coming to my assistance soon!

Do you remember how I feigned disappointment with that particular stool, and had you bring out another one of my choosing? This one was about waist high on you, and had no back rest on it. This time I told you to assume the spanking position! I couldn't help laughing out loud at you! Your face was fire red as you bent completely over that stool until your hands grasped the very bottom rung! Do you remember me telling you what a good little boy you were for following your Mama's directions? And it was about this time, that the salesman approached. I watched amused as he nervously roamed my body with his eyes. He was staring at my boobs and was about to ask them if he could help me when he noticed you bent over the bar stool! It was hilarious to watch the play of thoughts passing over his confused face! He began to stammer out what ever it was he had wanted to say to me, and at the sound of his voice you instantly raised up. My eyes never left that poor salesman's face as I simply said one word. "Stay!" And you did! Do you remember that honey? I have you trained so well!

That man's face turned redder than yours at my blatant display of dominance. And I stepped away from you both, and with hands on hips, pretended to really study the usefulness of the stool you were draped across. Do you remember that? That long moment where nobody said a word as I scrutinized you with your backside in the air, and the chair that was holding you up? Do you remember the salesman being too transfixed to even do his job? "I just wanted to see how this model would hold up under rigorous usage." I stated. That must have been so humiliating for you! I hope you enjoyed your shame! I for one was having a helluva time! I was so flush with power, I could have fucked you right there for all to see! I circled around you once more, savoring the moment, before without warning, I soundly slapped your jean covered rear on the side that didn't have your wallet! I hit you harder than I had planned. I know because my hand was stinging like a sonovabitch! Do you remember how loud it sounded in that store? I pretended my hand didn't hurt. And I pretended not to notice all the heads that turned our way as I sweetly told you to get up and gather our things. That salesman watched in awe as you meekly rose and picked up our bags, shouldered my purse, and followed close behind as I proudly walked away from that section of the store.

Q

 

It's Really No Chore At All

Q has really been in the mood for dishing out discipline lately...today after Granma picked up our son for the afternoon...Q said She wanted to see me in the kitchen in ten minutes...naked..."and bring My strap with you!"...my heart began to pound in my chest with dread...laced with anticipation...Her leather strap is one serious spanking implement, and Q always means business when She uses it on me...for that matter...Q never "takes it easy" when it comes to spanking me...even when it's playtime...and this would be my third spanking in a weeks time...and i hadn't a clue what i had done to deserve one...though deserving a spanking is not necessarily a reason needed for my Wife to bend me over for a real ass burner!.... 

i went upstairs and stripped...retrieved that menacing strap from it's hiding place in our "toy box", and awaited the appropriate amount of time before meeting Her downstairs in the kitchen...i wanted to follow directions exactly here...not too early...and certainly not later than She had instructed!....

When i came into the kitchen She was talking on Her cell...laughing and carrying on with whoever was on the other end...without even bothering to look at me...Q held out one hand and i gave Her the strap...She continued to ignore me as She went on about Her conversation...and i stood there...naked and anxious...thinking about the inevitable...and despite my dread...my penis was beginning to swell...the sexual thrill of the impending beating was overriding any sensibilities i may have had...Q must have talked another ten minutes as i stood there waiting...by then i had a full hardon...as She said Her goodbyes...i saw Her glance at my crotch...."I gotta let you go...I need to go over a few things with my husband and he appears eager to get started!"....When She put Her phone down...She glanced at my erection and said..."Don't worry about that little thing...it won't be hard for long."

Q slid one of the chairs from the breakfast nook to the middle of the room and ordered me to bend over the back of it with my hands gripping the seat..."Do not let go of the chair...Do not leave position until I say you can...understood young man?"...."Yes Ma'am."...i was in position...waiting for Her to begin...sometimes She leaves me in position a few moments before starting...standing behind me...i can feel Her eyes on my nakedness...my balls suddenly feel very vulnerable and exposed...sometimes She will take the time to smoke an entire cigarette...making me to wait...causing me to dwell on what i 've done , or wondering why i'm being disciplined...anticipating what's fixing to happen to me...sometimes lecturing me as She smokes and walks around me...cat-like...circling Her prey...This time though, Q placed a piece of paper on the seat of the chair...it was a list of chores numbered one through six...though we have a cleaning service come in once a week...i still have responsibilities around the house...but these tasks  looked to be over and above the normal duties expected of me...i quickly realized Q was giving me tasks to simply amuse Herself...or to maybe just exercise Her right to have me do whatever the hell She pleases..."Read it to Me...from the top!", She stated....

"Number one...Vacuum all carpeting and rugs"....WHAP!!!....the four inch wide strip of leather struck my naked flesh with searing force!....the sound of leather striking skin echoed like a rifle shot in our kitchen..."Number two...", my voice already sounded strained...."Sweep and mop all the tile, and all the upstairs and downstairs hardwood floors."....WHAP!!!...again that vicious leather connected with my upturned backside..."Number Three- - - -" Whap!!!...indeed Q had been right...because by now my erection was gone and forgotten...."Number four- - - -" WHAP!!!...now the blows were lifting me up on my tip toes...i swear Q must have been swinging that strap from well behind Her back....i stammered on the next chore listed,"Number five- - - -" WHAP!!!..."YEEEEOOOWWWW SHIT!"...the fifth blow from the strap connected square across the backs of my thighs...i had a death grip on the seat of that chair...i was beginning to do that swaying, hopping little dance us spankees know so well..."Next one...read it to Me!", Q shouted..."Number six- - - -" WHAP!!!...."OOOOHH - OOWWWW GODDAMMIT!!!!"...this one too smashed across the very sensitive backs of my thighs.....my knees began to bend..."Do I need to wash your mouth out with soap also little man?"...i shook my head no...forcing myself to remain in position...to still myself...and to keep my bottom presented in the proper position for punishment..."Those are the chores I want done this afternoon...understand?"...."Yes Mam!"...i said....WHAP!!!...."And, I expect them to be done in ample time for you to cook my dinner tonight as well!"...WHAP!!!..."OWWWW PLEASE...", Q stopped the beating at ten licks from that leather strap....the last one She delivered so hard i thought She would knock me completely over the back of that chair!!!...After allowing me to stand...She handed me the strap, and told me to put it away...get dressed, and get busy with the housework...i almost wish She had required me to do  my chores naked...my jeans were really very irritating on my blistered bottom...

                                                                (Q-twin)

Needless to say...i spent the afternoon today hard at work...not only making sure my tasks were completed...but done as close to perfect as possible....there is nothing like a proper spanking before one's chores...to act as an incentive to do them right the first time...because after one has been spanked by my Wife....one doesn't dare chance another corrective session anytime soon!

As i worked...i noticed Q looking at some femdom porn on the computer...it appeared that She was collecting pictures...maybe to share with us on this blog once again...i really hope that is the case...later i chanced back by and saw that She was watching a movie where two young studs were really throwing it to a very hot MILF...Q's free hand was absently rubbing Her crotch through the thin material of Her running shorts...Her fingers began to slip inside through the leg opening...i knelt beside Her on my knees and asked if i could be of service...She smiled at me...turned off the computer...patted me on the head as if to say 'Good doggy'....and said "No babe...I can handle this one!"....then She was off ...up the stairs to our bedroom...so not only was my Wife watching internet porn while i was doing housework...now She had gone upstairs to pleasure Herself behind closed doors while i finished the ironing....i truly, truly love that Woman...being submissive to Her is sometimes as frustrating, and humbling...as it is satisfying...

                                                                (Q-twin)


i'm writing this on the laptop in bed with Q tonight...my backside is literally aching...i was hoping all that porn would have made Her horny and want to play....i guess She took care of that Herself this afternoon...because other than making Her a couple of cocktails...lighting Her cigarettes and holding the ashtray for Her while on my knees...the closest i've come to any sex tonight is when Q went to pee and She had me kneel before Her at the toilet to lick Her pussy clean when She was done!...But God knows i have dreamed of having to serve Her in this fashion for years...and now i am blessed to do so everyday...and that my friends...is really no chore at all!