Dani stands in the corner, ruefully rubbing her burning red bottom.

She’s just endured a prolonged OTK spanking, and experience leads her to suspect the punishment isn’t over. yet Seemly sensing her train of wondered, her husband, Will, leans in close and whispers. “I’m not done with you, young lady, you’re in big trouble, should have known better than to forget Valentine’s Day.”

“Wasn’t deliberate,” she pouts, “anyway it’s a load of fluffy nonsense, just a cash-in by greetings card makers.

“Aren’t you the romantic,” he observes sarcastically. “No matter, you’ll suffer the consequences.”

Will leads Dani to the centre of the room and has her stand, hands on head; the few short steps make her panties slip from knees to high heels. “Since you’re unrepentant there will be a dozen penalty spanks,” he growls. “On your thighs.”

“Please no!” Nothing is worse, or as humiliating. Will hasn’t even begun, and she already wants to cry.

“Back and front, count them out loud.”

Dani’s lips tremble, apart from her shoes, she’s naked from the waist down, shaven pussy embarrassingly to the fore. No reason to blush, they’ve been living together for three years, but the girl just can’t help it. Dani’s braless breasts are covered by a T-shirt so tight her erect nipples are visible. Her buttocks smart horribly; ‘naughty girl’ discipline is a world apart from their fun spanking sessions. She shouldn’t feel aroused, but Dani’s body unilaterally overrules her rational mind.

Whack! A searing smart assails the front of her left thigh.

“You seem to be having difficulty staying in the moment,” says Will in a dangerous tone.

“What? No,” a livid handprint now marks Dani’s skin. “Sorry one,” she adds, recalling at the last moment that she’s meant to be keeping tally.

“Just in time,” Will responds, punctuating the remark with a similar slap to the back. Dani hops abjectly from foot to foot, calling out numbers in an increasingly anguished voice. When he finally pauses, the taut skin of her upper legs is crimson, matching her heat radiating, warm to the touch bottom.

“Ow,” complains Dani, petulantly, “hot and sore.”

“You know the rules, behave badly, pay the penalty,” Will chides as he soothingly strokes his partner’s glowing globes.

“Could you please?” she ventures, tentatively.

“What?”

“Make me better?”

“How?” Dani looks pointedly at her pussy, slick with excitement, for Will, too perfect an opportunity to resist. He holds her firmly around the waist, fingers easily inserted, seeking the g-spot, circling her clit; quickly taking Dani to the release she craves. Panting and quivering, her knees give way as she comes. Catching her, he carries Dani to the settee and spreads her legs. She’s earnt a second orgasm, even though the ‘confession’ of her memory lapse was a lie.

Will knows full well there’s a Valentine’s card, however grudgingly purchased, hidden in her lingerie drawer. So why the deception? Because from Dani’s perspective, nothing else matches the intensity of these encounters, taking her to the edge of endurance and the heights of sexual ecstasy.

Will is also aware of the special dinner she plans to cook tonight, the ingredients are already in the ‘fridge, something of a giveaway. Doh! Despite this, he understands Dani’s need to submit, plays along, indulges the charade, and fulfills his wife’s darkest fantasies.

“What are you gonna do to me now,” she enquires, wide-eyed with hope and expectation. In silent reply Will’s tongue traces her inner thighs and labia, licking the length of her vulva, stopping just short of Dani’s clitoris to create a pressure cooker of unrequited need. Repeats the process, building tension. deferring gratification His Finally, mouth alights once more on her wet pussy, tongue moving up and down the sweet folds, sucking Dani’s clit, and finally forcing entry.

“I’m gonna do this, until you think you cannot possibly come anymore, then roll you over, remove that butt plug and fuck your tight little arse to prove otherwise.” Will is a man with a mission.

She opens her legs even further, moaning deliriously, suffused by waves driven to a frenzy of desire. She grabs hold of a cushion as the intensity increases, vaginal muscles contracting, squirming and moaning, losing it. An orgasm begins in her clitoris, then rolls through her lower body in an electric wave, all too much, Dani scarcely remembers to breathe. She comes and comes.

“Think of this as an alternative Valentine,” gasps Will, surrendering to his own climax, pumping deep inside his wife.