I am writing this while I am using a stand-up desk. The following story will explain why I am standing today and why I am being extra gentle when I sit down.
I have to admit, having a Friday off of work as an adult makes me feel the same way I did when it was spring break as a high school student. Instead of sleeping until noon and saying I am bored all day long, I get up at my normal time, leisurely enjoy my coffee, and take the time to read.
Cassy had the day off too, but, decided to go in and get some organizing done, knowing she would not be disturbed with regular work. It would have been nice to spend the entire day together, but, I know it would make her feel better to take that time to create order in her hectic work environment.
I told her I would fix dinner and would like to have her for dessert. Her goodbye kiss and grabbing my shaft through my pants told me she liked the plans.
“Why don’t you invite Tina and Phil over for dinner,” she asked, “With them here, it will keep you from neglecting your food and trying to go straight for dessert.”
She leaned in and kissed me again, biting my lower lip as she pulled away.
I smiled as I messaged Phil, inviting them over for dinner. I wanted to tell him about Cassy being my dessert and I expected him to make an excuse for him and Tina to leave right after dinner but decided not to include that in the message. If it were to slip that I sent him that message and Cassy heard about it, she would be embarrassed.
Teasing and slightly embarrassing one another was a game we played. The banter ranged from reaching under a table while in public and fondling the other, or exposing a “naughty bit”, allowing the other to see and watching their reaction.
Cassy won the last round, of our little game, by sending me a video of her masturbating with a dildo. She made sure she proclaimed her orgasm as loudly as she could. She purposely sent it while I was in a conference meeting, hoping the volume was turned up on my phone when I checked the message. However, I was onto her game and had my volume turned down and my phone on vibrate. She still earned and received a punishment.
She was bound, blindfolded, and spanked until her bottom glowed red that night. The scratch marks on my back and butt she gave me after I unbound her, turned her over, and stretched her with my hardness was all the confirmation I needed from her that she needed and wanted her punishment.
I was hungry for dessert. Famished. I did not want to mess up the potential of having my face buried between her thighs, so I kept the comment to myself.
Suddenly, an idea came to my mind. I felt like the Grinch when he decided to steal Christmas. I felt a grin stretch across my face and I may have even begun to knead my hands together as the thought was forming in my mind. It was mean, unfair, and had the potential to be embarrassing. I had a quick flash in my mind telling me to not do it, but, fortunately, it was only a quick flash. I was able to remove that thought and proceed with the plan.
Cassy has an issue with eating any type of dairy product. If she consumes anything with dairy, she becomes gassy Cassy. While we were dating, I noticed she stayed away from sauces made with cream. She would never order anything with cheese or have an abundance of butter included. I asked her why she avoided dairy and she told me she had an allergy. It wasn’t until after we got married, I found out the result of the allergy.
We had gone out to eat and she had unknowingly eaten something that had a significant amount of milk in the recipe. She had medicine she takes that will help her if she knows about the milk. It settles her stomach and keeps her from tooting a tune from her backside. However, that particular night, she was already in bed and had fallen asleep while I was taking a shower. When I lifted the blanket to get in bed, my olfactory nerve was stretched to its limit with the aroma she had released.
I immediately got back out of bed, went into the living room, and emailed the restaurant asking for the recipe of the meal she had. Somehow, she had no clue it had dairy in it and I decided I needed that recipe in order to get her back for the video she sent. The restaurant sent me the recipe the next day and a message stating they were pleased I was happy with the food and looked forward to seeing us again.
Knowing I may not get the chance to lay her back, open her legs, and enter her holes with my tongue. Tasting her deeply with each lick. Listening to her moan, feeling her clench, watching her lips swell as my tongue flicked and licked her rosebud. It was worth the chance to delay my hunger for her holes in order to return the chance of embarrassment.
I went to the store, got all of the ingredients, and began to follow the recipe. Music was playing, a smile was on my face, and a bulge was in my pants thinking about how she may end up punishing me for doing this to her. To say it excited me was an understatement. I was ecstatic.
Dinner went well. The food tasted great and I made sure I had a card game ready as soon as the table was cleared. I wanted Tina and Phil to stay long enough for the dairy to work on Cassy. I wanted to see how she would handle the first onslaught of gas with them present. Would she jump up and run to the bathroom? Would she kindly excuse herself, get up, and go to the bedroom and get her medicine? Or, would she slip and greet them with a toot-toot tooting from her puckered yummy spot?
After a few hands of cards, Cassy looked up at me with a look in her eyes that was a mixture of terror, embarrassment, and “I am going to kill you for this,” all rolled into one.
“Potty break,” she said as she stood, “I will be right back.”
I hid the smile on my face as I took a drink of coke. Inside, I was howling. I could see her in my mind’s eye, grabbing for her medicine, running in the bathroom, sitting on the toilet while playing a symphony of burps from her butt.
When she returned to the table, I caught a slight whiff of a burnt match she had lit to try and hide the smell. I winked at her and surprisingly, she winked back.
At that point, I knew I was getting punished. That wink told me she returned from the bathroom as Sassy Cassy and I wanted Phil and Tina to leave so I could experience that sass. The excitement of Cassy punishing me filled my mind and filled my pants.
Our sex life is one that is very fulfilling and exciting. I am her Dom. She receives spankings, floggings, and many other forms of escape from her stressful career. I know how far I need to take her in order for her to find release. She is mine. I own her and she knows that she is my priority. Every part of her, her mind, her wants, her needs, her desires is a priority for me. I want and need her to be satisfied.