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Description

Carter and Lindsey, a married couple, are both submissive lovers. On the rare occasions they get to indulge in power exchange, the one forced to rule and the one who gets to obey is determined by the flip of a coin.

Categories 

Licorice Whips, Romantic Erotica, Novelette

Includes: spankings, married sex, love, submission and domination, humiliation, power exchange

Approx. 7,700 Words

Publisher: OC Press 
Publication Date: 12/8/2011

ISBN 13: 978-1-937898-02-1

Excerpt

Part One: Tails

The dime sat, tails-side-up, centered on top of her left hand, the shimmer of the fresh coin dulled by the diamond close by. “Now, don’t look glum,” Lindsey said. “Fair is fair.”

Carter nodded and smiled. He picked up the dime and dropped it in his shirt pocket, took his wife’s hands in his, and leaned in and kissed her. “Are you ready to go?”

She frowned. “Are you?”

As he rose and stood next to her, her expression changed. Her lips parted, her chin dropped down, her eyes brightened. He motioned for her to rise, and she, quickly and gracefully, slid her chair back, swung her touched-together knees toward him, and pushed up. She slipped against him, feeding her arm between his hip and the nook of his elbow.

He led her.

She remained just a fraction behind, drawing brief stares from men sitting with their dates at the dimly lit tables along the way. Her purple skirt wrapped around her legs, falling just past her knees. The white of her shirt, pressed forward by her breasts, emerged in his periphery even as his gaze stayed forward. She loved to play the part of eye candy to tease him.

The dime had come up tails four times in a row. Carter quickly calculated the odds: one chance in eight. He shuddered. Of course, the streak wasn’t that unusual, and had it been the fourth time in a row that the coin landed heads up, he would have been perfectly pleased with the result. She seemed to know what he was thinking and she squeezed his arm, bolstering his resolve.

A hostess opened the door and smiled good night to them. Carter said good night in return, letting his wife out ahead. She waited just beyond the threshold, giving the hostess only a nod, and slipped beside her husband again. He walked the length of carpet outside the restaurant’s doors under the canopy, and handed a ticket to the valet. The city lights were brightening under the arriving dusk.

The rarity of an evening out allowed them to splurge on an overpriced dinner and expensive wine, though a night at home alone, with the kids at her parents’, was the real treat—tempered only by the unfortunate flip of a coin. The car pulled around and Carter walked his wife to the passenger side. Lindsey slipped off his arm as he opened the door, and sat in the leather passenger seat. She smoothed the fabric of her skirt, which had ridden up, and let her hand trail down her knee.

Carter tipped the valet and got in on the other side. He gripped the steering wheel and exhaled a desperate breath. “Can we do two out of three, please?”

“Could we if I had won?”

Carter put the car into drive. “No.”

Lindsey crossed her right leg over her left and leaned against her husband as he pulled out of the lot into the street. “I always take my turn without complaint.”

“All right. Fine.”

The firm tone of her husband caused Lindsey to straighten and sit up. “Ooh, are we starting?”

“I guess.”

“You can’t guess, if we’re starting.”

Carter glanced down at Lindsey’s knees lightly rubbing together. “Lift up your skirt.”

She slid her hands down the sides of her thighs, keeping her knees touching, acting coquettish. Bunching the skirt, she drew the material halfway up and stopped.

“Farther. Show me your panties. If you’re even wearing any panties.”

“I am.” She obeyed, raising the skirt higher. She slunk a bit in her seat, the white strip of her underwear emerged, her pussy tightly encased within. “See? I told you I was wearing panties.”

“Watch your tone. You know what will happen.”

She squirmed under his glare. The band of her seat belt pressed between her breasts, pinning her blouse tight and accentuating the pertness of her nipples, which, even through her bra, showed hard in response to her husband’s strict demeanor. He returned his attention to the road, but surprised her by taking swift, firm hold of her thigh. A sharp intake of breath preceded a lengthy sigh, and Lindsey slunk down farther in her seat. Her skirt bunched around her waist and she nudged her panty-covered pussy toward her husband’s hand, but he kept her at bay. His eyes remaining on the road, he stroked her thigh without allowing her grinding lap the touch she craved.

Finally, the pinky-side of his hand grazed her, and the slightest of touches released her yearning breath into the quiet enclosure of the car. Carter remained stoic. She slid her hips down toward his hand, which once again moved towards her knee. “Oh, please,” she whispered, but he only glanced down, smiling, and shook his head.

“The minute we get home, you are going to report to the living room for an attitude adjustment, young lady.”

“Oh, yes, Sir.” She scooted back and sat up straight. When his hand moved close to her pussy again, she ground down and closed her thighs around him. She grabbed his wrist with her hands and clung. She rocked against him and moaned.

“You naughty girl.” Carter yanked his hand away. “You’re getting double, now.”

“Oh, please. Please, Sir.”

“Sit back and be still. Show me you can be patient and obedient, and perhaps you’ll earn a reward.”

She did as she was told, and his hand backed up between her legs. Heat emanated from her pussy, but he made her wait, thighs opened, her breath shallow and rapid. Faint, pleading sighs escaped her lips.

With one quick rub up the smooth, cool flesh of her leg, his hand suddenly nudged back. He pressed the pinky side of his fist against her damp, hot panties. She cried out and closed her legs around him. He didn’t scold her. She scooted forward and turned toward him. As he kept firm hold of her left thigh, he allowed her to grind against him. She nuzzled his shoulder, sucking on the material of his shirt. “Oh, Carter, Carter.”

He waited until she sounded close. “That’s enough.”

She opened her legs and he removed his hand. She sat back, tense and wanting from the nearness of her climax—but a glaze of pleasure drenched her, and Carter had to fight off a pang of jealousy. She gazed over at him, a look of blissful surrender in her eyes.
He pulled in and stopped at the back of their driveway. “I ought to make you walk in from here with your skirt held up to show the neighborhood what a naughty girl you are.”

She grinned.

“And wipe that grin off your face.”

Her grin grew. “Yes, Sir.”

He opened the garage with a button on the visor and pulled the car in. He reached for the button again, but didn’t press it. “Get out and wait for me. And keep that skirt held high.”
She looked at his finger on the button and then into the rearview mirror. The neighborhood was soaking up the last of the sunset and was still gray with light. With another glance at his finger, she opened the door.

Carter waited till she started out, then pressed the button and the garage door closed as his beautiful wife emerged with her panties exposed. No one could have seen into the corner of the garage, but when he got out of the car and walked around, brushing past Lindsey, who trembled with her eyes cast to the floor, he could tell she was caught up in the illusion of being shown. He opened the door into the house and motioned her in.

She tensed for a spank as she walked ahead of him, but he didn’t give her one. Instead, he ordered her to fetch him a drink and bring it to him in the living room.

Carter drew the front window’s blinds closed and sat in his recliner. Lindsey carried a brimming vodka cranberry in a martini glass in her right hand. She took slow, even strides, keeping the sloshing liquid from spilling over. Her other hand held her skirt high above her waist. The pouches of weight she’d gained through her pregnancies formed fleshy borders that wedged with every careful step she took against the tiny, precious triangle of panties that covered her beautiful pussy. Panties he could command off at his leisure.

Carter’s cock in his pants was a log caught crossways in a narrow pass of river. He was enjoying himself, but the thought of that thin dime spinning in some arbitrary rotation, landing in his wife’s palm, being slapped onto her forearm, and sealing his fate just wouldn’t leave him. Lindsey appeared immersed in submissive rapture, and she wasn’t rubbing it in. She was just enjoying her turn. She was excited to get spanked—could he blame her?

Her argument was that he ought to be able to enjoy giving her commands, discipline, and punishment the same way he enjoyed receiving these things when the coin landed on heads. Heads meant giving her foot rubs and oral sex, at her direction. Tails meant he gave the commands. Either way, his focus was on her pleasure. However, he only had to look at her—and her grin—and her logic was rendered immaterial. They both knew what each of them craved—to be the submissive.

So the dime came out when the kids were away and ruled them both.

Lindsey crossed slowly toward Carter and stood at his side. She set the drink on the table beside him. As he picked it up and sipped, she waited, as if intimidated, for him to nod his approval. When he did, she curtsied.

Carter leaned forward. “Undress for me. Remove your skirt and shirt.”

She shimmied her skirt down to her ankles and stepped out. She slipped her heels off, knelt, and put them under the table. She stood before raising her shirt. Her breasts, cupped in a velvety red bra, lifted as she untangled her shirt from around her head, and then fell heavily when she dropped her arms. She covered the pooch of her belly by crossing her forearms over it, but Carter moved them back to her sides and ordered her to keep them there.

“Yes, Sir.”

Carter tapped an ice cube, causing it to plunge into his drink. He touched his finger to his lips. “You recall you have a punishment coming, correct?”

“Yes, Sir.”

Carter glanced at his wife’s downcast face, then draped his gaze over her trembling body.

“For what?”

“I deserve to be spanked for my insolence in the car, earlier,” Lindsey said. Carter nodded, then, as he took another sip of his drink, Lindsey added, “I believe you said double.”

When Carter looked up, she met his gaze, and the beginning of a grin appeared before she bowed her head again. He grabbed his wife by the upper arm and drew her to his side. Lindsey squealed with trepidation. A terrible actress. Carter tugged and she gleefully spilled over his lap. He grasped her right arm with his left and pinned it against her lower back. Her wide bottom splayed across his thighs and over his knees. “Oh, please,” she whimpered.

Oh, please, Carter thought. It was amazing how she feigned timidity. Every time they talked about their play with the dime, she hinted—and even directly declared—that she wished he would spank harder. She sometimes taunted him for being too soft, but he struggled with inflicting pain on her, no matter how badly she wanted it. He reached back with his flattened palm. She seemed to sense the spank coming. Her wriggling appeared more like impatience than worry.

Carter landed the initial swat centered over Lindsey’s panty-covered bottom. She cried out with excitement, and he landed a hard second, halting her excited cry and making her gasp. “Oh, please, Sir. I’m so sorry, Sir.” She rocked over his lap. A succession of crisp, firm spanks that he knew had to sting did nothing to quell her obvious thrill, and Carter spanked harder and more quickly as the inevitable jealousy struck: Once again, he was forced to give, and she had the pleasure of receiving.

“You naughty girl.”

One cheek’s worth of her panties had slipped into the crack of her ass, and he landed a resounding slap on her bare flesh.

“Please, I’ll be good.”

The harder he hit, the more aroused she became, increasing his jealousy and making him spank harder, arousing her all the more.

He collected the material of her panties in his fist, baring both cheeks. A light pink flush covered her skin, and a few layered handprints were raising on her ass. He passed the handful of panties to his other hand, tugging the wedge and causing Lindsey to emit a lengthy, orgasmic sigh. She began to grind against the material that clung tight against her pussy. With the panties wedged between her cheeks, Carter landed a volley of spanks on her bare ass. “Look at you, daring to try and come without permission. You defiant brat.”

She pleaded an apology but continued to grind all the harder.

Carter tipped her farther over, lifting her feet off the floor. They flailed in the air as the flat of his palm landed again and again on the bottoms of her cheeks and the tops of her thighs.

The pink sting spread over her skin, splotched with red. He’d spanked her as hard as he ever had, and he could tell she wanted more, but he had reached his limit. He couldn’t hurt her any more. He gave her a few more light smacks, landing his hand on her bottom and leaving it there, fondling her, soothing the pink skin with soft strokes.

He ordered her to stand. She pushed herself up and stood between his knees.

“Take your bra off.”

She unsnapped her bra, letting it fall off her arms. Her breasts tumbled forward. He ordered her to strip out of her panties as well, and as she stooped to obey, her boobs lightly swayed. Her erect nipples dangled and he took hold of both between his thumbs and the knuckles of his index fingers. She gasped and paused, her panties around her ankles. She was waiting for him to pinch hard, wanting him to, but he only played, teasing her, and then released his grip. She stepped out of her underwear and kicked them aside and stood.

Her pussy glimmered with wetness; tiny spheres clung to some of the hair nearest her lips. The scent beckoned him. He craved her taste, the feel of her on his tongue. For Carter, the taste of his wife’s pussy was always exquisite, and he had developed the notion that as wonderful as she tasted on other nights—such as on the nights when the dime landed in his favor and he was ordered between her legs to deliver multiple orgasms—the taste of her fresh after a spanking would be exponentially more satisfying. He could do it. He was in charge. He could order her to lie back on the couch, drape her legs over his back, and submit to him, and he could devour her pussy until she collapsed from exhaustion after coming for an hour. But the coin would land in his favor, eventually, and she could try the same trick on him. How would he feel?

Carter stood and unzipped his fly. He pulled his cock out. His naked wife stared at it with wide eyes. “Do you know what you’re to do?” Carter asked.

“I’m to suck your cock.”

“Down on your knees.”

Lindsey sank down, her hands traveling along her husband’s sides. She drew her bangs back, collecting her hair in a ponytail with one hand. Her other hand took hold of the base of his cock. She aimed the head toward her mouth as her lips parted.

She kept her lips firm as she bobbed forward, letting his cock penetrate her mouth. She moaned as her sealed lips slipped past the head, and Carter gasped. She noticed. Her submissive gleam paled for a moment. Naked and on her knees, servicing him, she seemed empowered by her ability to give him sexual pleasure. Carter took swift hold of her by the back of her hair and squeezed a tight fistful. Lindsey cried out, but didn’t stop. With each slow stroke, her lips met her fist at the base of his cock. Carter guided her with his hand. He even managed to say, in a gruff voice, “Yeah, suck it baby. Suck it good,” but his voice cracked in pleasure. He told her that was enough and pulled her off.

Her tongue looped around his cockhead before she sucked the tip and drew away. As she sat back on her heels, she rolled her eyes up and looked at him with pitiful regret. She wiped her bottom lip with her finger.

Carter moved out of her way and pointed toward the bedroom. “Crawl.”

“Yes, Sir.” She pouted up at him. She seemed a little bit too proud of her ability to get Carter so close to climax so quickly with her mouth; as she crawled past him, he gave her a hard slap on her already punished bottom.  

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• "The sexual scenarios are artfully constructed but graphic enough to be arousing. The result is reminiscent of viewing a risqué Beardsley illustration."
  --Jim Loftin, OystersandChocolate.com
• "The author delivers a package which lives up to the promise of the premise. It comes down to a question that's simple to ask, but that has many layers: what is a couple to do when they're both submissive?"
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