She was sleeping so peacefully. I felt such strong love for her. I loved the way her hair was spread on the pillow. She has wonderful hair and like double the amount of mine. I used to have wonderful hair when I was a teenager... why aren't I a teenager, beautiful and young, then she would have something to love... Why does she love me... ? How can she...? How can I make myself worthy of her love?
- Hey, babe, what's up? - she startled me. I felt so happy to hear her voice as if I had imagined her gone and then she came back. A smile lit up my face and hers as well.
-Silly, what had you worried? You had such a look on your face... - I felt alive with love and decided that I could treat her like a queen and try to become the best me I can be and maybe actually give her a reason to love me.
- I wanted to make you breakfast, and bring it to bed, but I couldn't remember what would be special but healthy ....
- Some other time, maybe, but you can do something else for me.... - She smiled temptingly and I pulled the blanket off of her and started towards her breast when she stopped me.
- No, in the shower. - I loved the idea of making love in the shower but I felt so exposed there as well... My expression must have betrayed me. - You don't want to? - She was a bit surprised.
- No, no, no... I want to! Of course I do!
-Mhmmm - She smiled and kissed me. - I'll be ready in five minutes, OK?
-am... yeah, ok. - I was a little surprised. Our love making had been rather spontaneous on the previous 3 occasions, but my thoughts quickly led me to think about my body and I rushed to the downstairs bathroom for a quick shower and brushing of teeth, so I can smell nicely... Must have taken too long...
She awaited for me in front of the downstairs bathroom door.
- I thought we were going to shower together. - She was strict, worried and/or amused... I couldn't tell.
-am.. I am sorry... I ... I ... - I was already on the verge of whimpering - I just wanted to brush my teeth,... 'cause I thought you went to do the same... - she was awaiting more... - and then... I thought I could just wash up a little bit ... 'cause I felt like I smell... - I hated my body for not being perfect like hers. She never smelled, she was perfect.... - She stood there silently. Reflecting on something deep, because her reactions were usually quite quick. I felt like I ruined everything. I mean who would want to have sex with someone thinking about how they smelled badly... and I was getting nervous and I was worried that she would get a proof of what I am talking about.... this whole relationship thing is too tiring... you have to be perfect all the time... How can people live in the same house and be present for all the terrible, disgusting things....?
She finally looked at me seriously.
- This is something that requires a long discussion. - My hands went straight for my butt. She chuckled. - No, not like that. Verbal discussion. Unfortunately, we don't have time for that right now... - I must have looked relieved because she chuckled again. - So, now, you will march that little butt of yours into the bathroom. - and she gave me a rather hard slap on the mentioned butt to prove her point.
-Robiiin - I turned around with a relieved smile and kissed her. I made it my mission to satisfy her. She had prepared us a fuming hot bath (it felt like it's going to be too hot) and it was like a paradise in there. The candles with colored covers gave the bathroom a magical appearance, the lovely scents added to the atmosphere. I realized that while I was focused on myself, she was focused on mutual pleasure, and I kicked myself for it. I have to change. She distracted me soon enough.
She sat on the bathtub and held my hand.
- no.... but honey.... - I hated myself for whining... She cut me off with one strict look. I approached her and as I was placing myself over her lap she started talking.
- I will not address what we left downstairs, nor the lies you told me in bed - I stiffened. How could she have known!? My thighs received a couple of medium slaps for that one. - Relax. This one is supposed to be a pleasure spanking. - I wanted to say that it didn't feel like it, but I kept my mouth shut.
She started caressing my bottom. Sliding her hand from one side to another letting her fingers slightly slip between the cheeks and touching the lips of my vulva. The pleasure began to flow through my body. - However... - she continued in her role...- you have been a little brat - she put her hand in the bathtub and gently spread the water all over my backside... - and you do deserve a spanking. - With that she started - splat - splat... - she wasn't putting much force in them but they stung.
-Hey... that stings!
-I know... - she caressed my skin some more and bathed it in some more water... letting her fingers stay longer between my thighs... I was lifting my bottom and trying to get more pleasure but she took something from the sink. A brush!!! I panicked and wanted to get up when I got the first of it, rather hard one.
- Owwww....
- You know the rules.
- but it's pleasure spanking... it's not supposed to huurt! - She gave me couple of more fast ones on the cheeks and on the thighs and then she gently moved the brush over the rosy slightly stinging cheeks. As I started to open up my legs she went for my clit with her hand leaving the ominous brush in the other. The pleasure was mounting when she started to usedthe brush on my cheeks again. The teasing was unbearable, I needed to cum.
- please... I started to rub myself against her thighs which earned me couple of real brush spanks.
- Stop it! - she said in a most convincing voice just before she sank her finger into my vagina and turned on the purple vibrator with the other.
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I also made her cum, twice that morning and everything was perfect!
Well, until the weekend.
