Sophia diligently applied sunscreen to every part of her body. Whoever invented the spray sunscreen had her undying gratitude. Sophia was picking some rose petals from the bushes next to the fence. She dried the delicate petals and used them to flavor teas and vodka. She squealed and jumped when a hard banging sounded on the back gate.

“Hey there, Sophia! Greg here. Just wanted to know if you and your husband would like to come over for a cocktail tonight! Notice I’m not barging in like yesterday. See, I can learn!”

The dogs immediately started barking and Sophia nearly dropped her basket of petals. 

“Yeah. Thanks for that, Greg!” she answered and leaned against the gate just in case he decided to come in without an invitation. “Today’s not really good for us, but I’ll talk to Micah and let you know?”

“Oh. Sure. That’s fine. No problem. I’ll stop by tomorrow on my walk,” he shouted back.

“No, no. Don’t trouble yourself. We’ll just stop by or leave you a note, okay? Look for us maybe sometime next week, okay?” she replied, sweat breaking out on her forehead and beneath her exposed breasts.

“Oh. Sure. Any night but Tuesday would be great. Bye!”

Sophia breathed a sigh of relief when she heard his retreating footsteps. She really needed to get a lock. In fact, she’d order one online right now!

“So you’re saying that his guy came by yesterday and you didn’t tell me” Micah shouted.

“I handled it. Like I said, he knocked today and didn’t even jiggle the latch on the gate,” Sophia replied, annoyed at Micah’s reaction.

“Yeah, but you were naked for Christ’s sake, Sophia.”

“Which is why a lock is coming tomorrow. Now chill out, Micah. You’re being stupid!” she yelled.

“What did you just say to me?” he said quietly and sternly.

Oh, shit, Sophia thought. One of the things she was supposed to work on was to speak to him with more respect which probably meant not calling him names. She rubbed her still-aching ass cheeks and blushed.

“Look. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that. . .”

“No. You shouldn’t have. I’m too angry right now to give out a punishment, so I want you to go to the MP room and wait. You can sit on the bed, feet together, hands on your lap. Wait there for me,” he ordered.

“How long will that be?” she asked.

He didn’t answer but gave her a look that seemed to burn through her soul.

“Yes, Milord,” she said in what she hoped was a humble tone of voice. 

With no need to undress, she retrieved the key from their bedroom dresser and stepped into the room. She quietly closed the door behind her and sat on the bed. Tears formed in her eyes as she thought about what she’d said to Micah. 

Micah poured himself a slight finger of scotch. He didn’t want to dull his senses, but he did need to calm himself. She had a point. She had handled the situation and had prepared for the next by ordering the lock. She should have mentioned the neighbor last night, but he could also see where it may have slipped her mind considering their other topics of discussion, not to mention the lovemaking which followed. With this in mind, he decided that punishing her for not bringing up the neighbor’s visit wouldn’t be right. However, using the “s” word was definitely cause for punishment. Still, he wanted to be fair and he liked the idea of having the punishment fit the crime. The problem was she had little control over what she said. She didn’t think before she spoke. Nodding to himself, Micah set down his untouched glass of scotch and made his decision.

“Open your mouth,” he ordered. 

“Milord, before you correct me, please just let me say how sorry I am. I shouldn’t have said that. Honestly, I think you’re one of the kindest, most intelligent people I know. I feel terrible about calling you stupid.”

Micah looked down at her, his eyes soft.

“Thank you for that. I believe you, but you still need a consequence,” he said.

“I know. And I’m actually glad you’re holding me responsible for my actions.”

“Good. Now open up, keep your tongue down, and bite. Comfortable?”

Sophia nodded, unable to speak. Micah had buckled a ball gag around her head. Luckily, the soft ball had plenty of open holes, so it in no way impeded her breathing and she could actually make noises, just not form words. It was also fairly small, so her jaws shouldn’t ache too much when he decided to take it off. 

“Perfect. Now that you can’t speak maybe you’ll learn to think a little before you say something you’ll end up regretting,” he lectured. “It’s also time, I believe, to start training that little bum hole of yours.”

Sophia squeaked and began to shake her head. Micah handed her a small squeaky dog toy. “That, my love, is your new safe word. Since you can’t speak, you are to squeeze that in place of saying ‘Shrimp’. Understand?”

Sophia nodded.

“Good. Is that a squeak I hear?”

Sophia closed her eyes, then opened them and shook her head.

“That’s my girl. I’m going to go very, very slowly. First, let’s get you in the proper mindset. Lie back.”

Sophia did as he said, leaving her legs dangling off the end of the bed. He nudged her knees wider, opening her petals. Already he could smell her excitement. His mouth went dry and his cock sprang to life. God, she was perfect. Slowly, he also removed his clothing. It was far too soon to take her virgin anus, but he could certainly make love to her! First things first, though. 

He knelt between her splayed legs and placed one hand on each thigh. He looked up at her face and saw acceptance in her eyes. He flashed her a quick grin, then licked her wet slit from front to back. She moaned and let loose a bit more of her own lubrication.  Then, he got down to business. The business of turning his wife into a writhing mass of need. 

Inserting one finger into her slick tunnel, he concentrated his tongue’s attention on her clit. At first, he simply flicked it while slowly working his finger in and out. In and out. Once she tried to close her legs, but all it took was one sharp slap to her right thigh for her to snap them open again. He progressed from flicking to circling, pushing his finger deeper inside of her. With his free hand, he pressed against her mound. When he nipped at her engorged clit, Sophia bucked against his palm and he heard what he thought was his name coming from behind the muffling of the ballgag. 

Keeping his mouth against her clit, Micah withdrew his finger, beautifully lubed, and tapped it against her anus. Sophia jumped but didn’t pull away. He listened carefully and glanced at the squeaky toy in her hand before shifting to her face. Her hazel eyes sparkled with desire and she gave him the smallest of nods. Knowing he must proceed slowly, he continued tapping, but not inserting. Every few seconds he would relubricate his finger from her growing pool of moisture. 

Eventually, he pressed inward, loosening her tight rim. He went no further until he felt her body relax. Lifting his head for her most precious parts, he murmured, “You’re doing great, love. I’m so proud of you.” 

She blushed with obvious pleasure and lifted her hips slightly. He took this for an invitation and pressed forward, past her sphincter. She tensed, gave a little cry of surprise, and he again began to suck on her clit and lick her puss. She relaxed for a moment, then her entire body convulse in a beautifully executed orgasm. 

Micah didn’t stop, but kept going, lapping up every drop of honey that come from her body. He wondered if he’d end up with a broken finger, her body clenched so tightly around it. If he did, he decided, it would be worth it to see her eyes roll back in her head like that! Finally, her body began to relax and he extracted his finger, giving her puss one last kiss. 

He stood, pulling her to him and placing her ankles on his shoulders. He loved this position. Him, obviously in control and her, soft and perfect beneath him. Knowing what she liked, he grasped both of her nipples and squeezed firmly as he sheathed his cock deep within her wet tunnel. She screamed again from behind the gag and came immediately. 

“Look at me,” he ordered. “I demand to see your eyes when you come.”

She obeyed, showing him her unseeing, glassy eyes. She was, he knew, on a different plane now. He might have let himself come in the past, knowing he’d given her pleasure first. But she looked so perfect and submissive with the red ball gag in her mouth, her cheeks flushed, her hair a complete mess, and her eyes sparkling. Micah bit down on his own desire and continued to fuck her. 

“That’s it. You’re going to love getting it in the ass, aren’t you? One day soon you’ll be ready. I’m in no hurry,” he assured her. “In fact, I think I’ll wait until you actually beg me to take you there. I’m going to finger your ass. Several times a day. Until you’re used to it. Eager for it. Then, I’ll move on to plugs. Every. Single. Day. Eventually, you’ll beg to be fucked in the ass, won’t you?”

Sophia’s eyes widened, and she began to pant and nod her head. 

“Shouldn’t be too long. We both know what a horny slut you can be, don’t we?”

Sophia nodded enthusiastically, her fingers clutching the soft sheets.

Micah through his back and laughed. He’d never really been one for dirty talk, but maybe that needed to change. She looked positively delectable!

“You ready? You ready for me to come inside of you, my horny slut?”

Again, Sophia nodded, her eyes pleading.

Shouting a blessing to the sky, Micah released. He released all of his frustrations from the day, all of his fears for her safety, and all of the pleasure he had kept under control to make sure Sophia’s needs were met before his own. He released everything.

Lying on his back with his wife in his arms, he gently stroked her tangled hair. “You were perfect, Sophia. Absolutely perfect. Another thirty minutes, I think, and I’ll remove the gag. I’m pretty sure you’ve learned your lesson."