Sophia couldn’t help but glance around the bedroom, the MP room, before she took her place in the corner. On the surface, everything looked the same. The king-sized bed with the simple earth-toned comforter and piles of pillows, the old Ethan Allan dresser, the stand-alone mirror, and the rag rug she’d made herself from their old and worn-out t-shirts. The whites, tans, and greens complimented the earthy, boho-chic feel of the room.
Remembering why she was in the room, she quickly positioned herself in the eastern corner, grateful that the sheer curtain faced their back acreage. Their land was posted as well as secluded, so the chance of someone catching a glimpse of her naked body was slim to none. At thirty-six years of age and a healthy size 12, Sophia was quite self-conscious of her body. Her D-cup breasts had always been, in her opinion, too large and saggy. Her ass was beginning to develop “hail damage” and no amount of exercise seemed able to banish the cellulite. Nonetheless, she’d always loved her bright red triangle, a surprising contrast to her darker auburn hair. Focused on her thoughts, she jumped when she heard the click of the door opening.
“Very good. I’m happy to see you in position,” Micah complimented, his voice low and deep.
Sophia felt her nipples harden. His voice had always held sway over her body. He ran his hands down her sides causing her to shiver.
“Let me begin by explaining my redecorating items. Turn around and look about the room. First, I cleaned out all of the dresser drawers. They now contain clean sheets, lubrications, and other toys.” He opened the drawers to show her the treasures now resting inside of them. “The bed has several O rings drilled discreetly into the frame and the inside closet door also has the same. Hanging inside the closet is a variety of implements I can use for your maintenance and punishments. Would you like to know what hangs there?” he whispered to her.
Sophia’s eyes widened, her labia softening. “Yes.”
His hand came down swiftly and hard on her plump bottom. She jumped and squealed. “Hey!” she cried, then rubbed her bottom with her hands.
Quicker than thought, Micah grabbed her wrists and placed them on the wall. “You will address me properly!”
Breathing heavily, Sophia’s mind spun. This just got real! Her ass stung where he’d spanked her, but she also realized that she was more excited than she’d been in months.
Still a bit dazed, Sophia answered, “Yes, Milord, I would like to know what is in the closet.”
Micah leaned close to her ear and said quietly, “That’s better. Now, I’m going to warm you up. Once your skin is nice and pink, I’m going to choose an implement to begin your maintenance. While your first maintenance is being delivered, I’ll tell you what’s in store for you.”
“Yes, Milord.”
“Good. Face the wall again. Now step back a bit and stick your ass out. Keep your hands on the wall and do not break position. What’s your safeword?”
Sophia blinked several times. Safeword? Oh. Now she remembered. “Shrimp.” It was her least favorite seafood.
Another hard smack.
“Shrimp, Milord!”
“Perfect. Don’t hesitate to use it if you need a break. If you behave well through this first session, I’ll show you everything in that closet. If you not, I’ll use everything in there on your pretty bottom.”
He began a steady rhythm of firm spanks. They stung, Sophia had to admit but didn’t really hurt. Still, after what seemed like hours but was probably only minutes, Sophia was wiggling her ass and shifting her weight from foot to foot. Finally, he stopped and said, “There. A perfect shade of rose. Are you ready to begin your first spanking?”
“I think so, Milord.”
“Sophia, you need to be sure. How are you feeling?” Micah asked, concern lacing his voice and a strong, comforting hand on her shoulder.
“I feel. . . good,” she admitted hesitantly, surprise laced into her voice. “It’s rather, this may sound odd, but relaxing? Cleansing? I’m not sure. But it certainly is exciting. I didn’t expect that! I mean it’s not like you haven’t paddled me before. You know I like it rough, but damn. This is a whole new level.”
Micah chuckled, then said, “That’s perfect, Sophia. That’s exactly what I was hoping for. Now, since this is your first maintenance I’m going to set the timer for ten minutes. You can’t see it, but you can hear the ticks. I’m going to start with a wide leather paddle.”
She heard him step away and open the closet door. He was humming offkey, a sure sign that he was enjoying himself.
“Brace yourself, Sophia. If you take your hands off the wall, I will start the time over. But don’t clench your ass cheeks. That might cause bruising. I want you tender, but not bruised. Ready?”
“I am, Milord,” she answered breathily.
She heard the ticking of the kitchen timer then felt the searing impact of the first blow. Her breath came out in a gasp and the thudding pain spread across her cheeks.
“In the closet hangs two wooden paddles.”
WHAM
“One solid, one with holes.”
WHAM
“A riding crop.”
WHAM
Sophia whimpered but didn’t move. A strange yet familiar flame began to heat her body from within.
“A soft suede flogger.”
WHAM
“A ping pong paddle.”
WHAM
“A variety of belts.”
WHAM
This time, she cried out, dropping her head between her outstretched arms. Despite the increasing pain, she felt moisture coating her labia.
“A cane.”
WHAM
“I’ll only use that when you’ve seriously disobeyed.”
Musky liquid now glistened on her thighs.
“And finally, a split leather tawse.”
“Micah!” Sophia shouted, her hands clawing uselessly against the wall.
DING!
Sophia sobbed, unashamed of her tears. She heard what must have been Micah placing the paddle on the dresser then his strong hands gently rubbing her fiery bottom.
“You were amazing, Sophia, despite using my name there at the end. So, you now know what is in the closet. Maybe next time if you can remember to use my title, I’ll show everything to you,” he murmured.
His finger dipped into her slickness.
“Please,” she whispered.
He said nothing, but put one hand on the small of her back, gently holding her in place. Slowly, he delved deeper, sliding his finger back and forth, barely brushing her engorged clit. Over and over again he did this until she thrust her well-marked ass higher and screamed, “Please, Micah!”
“Please what?” he asked, tapping her clit firmly.
“Please, Milord!” she corrected.
He drew his finger back slightly, curling it, finding the source of her deluge, added a second, then a third. He pumped his fingers back and forth, moments later, she screamed again, her body a perfect mass of tremors, and she coated his fingers with her sweet rain. Once she was breathing almost normally again, he gathered her in his arms and carried her to the bed where he sat with her on his lap.
Sophia cuddled against him, sobbing quietly into his neck. He simply held her tightly and hummed to himself, the sound reverberating peacefully into her mind. He kissed the top of her head and rocked her.
“Micah? I mean, Milord?”
“Yes?”
“I feel so free. I didn’t expect that. It’s overwhelming. The spanking, the coming, the crying. It’s like every negative thing in me has been purged,” she said, her voice soft with wonder.
“That’s precisely how I’d hoped you feel. Ready to end your maintenance?”
She raised her head to look at him, confused but accepting.
“Slide down between my legs, Sophia. Thank me properly. Today was a very quick, very light maintenance. In the future, I will increase both the time and severity. However, you will show proper gratitude after each session is complete.”
Understanding shone in her eyes. She grinned and did as he said. Sucking Micah’s cock was one of her greatest pleasures. She simply didn’t understand why anyone would consider this demeaning. For a man to trust a person enough to put his cock in her mouth, making himself vulnerable to teeth, was a gift, she felt. Quickly, she unbuttoned and unzipped his trousers. She reached in and gently extracted his engorged cock.
Poor thing, she thought, it must have been uncomfortable, pressed against his jeans so tightly.
She cradled his balls in her hands, but stopped and looked up at him when he touched her shoulder.
“No hands. Not for this. And keep your eyes open and up. Whenever I look down, I want to see them.”
“I’ll try, Milord.”
Sophia folded her arms behind her back, gasping her elbows. She knew that if she didn’t do this, she’d forget and touch him. Beginning at the base, she kissed her way up to the crown, licking the sweet droplets of pre-cum. Opening her mouth wide, she slid her lips down his shaft, trying to keep her eyes up. Learning that this was nearly impossible, she leaned back slightly, adjusting his cock so it was parallel to the floor. Finding this position more feasible, she pulled back until her mouth was again at his sensitive tip.
“That’s it. Now suck,” he ordered. “Don’t stop until I pull out. If I come inside of your mouth, you will swallow. If I come on your face or body, you will leave it there until I give permission for you to wash.”
Sophia nodded, keeping his cock in her mouth. I must look ridiculous, she thought, but realized she didn’t care. All that mattered to her now was this moment, this cock, this new freedom to completely enjoy worshipping her husband's cock. While she wasn’t all that keen on having dried cum on her skin, she absolutely adored swallowing it. It was like a tasty reward for a job well done! Actually, in her current mindset, having Micah’s cum drying on her skin seemed rather like a prize as well. Peace wrapped its gossamer arms around Sophia, her body softening with acceptance. Micah knew how much she loved sucking his cock and swallowing his cum, so if this is what he wanted, this is what she would do in the hopes of receiving her just dessert.
Keeping her lips tight around his shaft and her tongue pressed against the underside of his length, Sophia bobbed back and forth, making love to Micah. No, more like worshiping him. Soft little sounds emanated from her throat. Twice she closed her eyes, then when Micah tapped her shoulders, she quickly opened them. The moment his cock thickened and twitched, she felt her own body react. Micah grabbed a handful of hair, pulled her head back with one hand and with the other took hold of his cock.
“No!” she shouted as hot cream spread fire across her neck and breasts. Sophia opened her mouth wide, hoping that he would allow her one taste. Nonetheless, as the hot stream painted her skin, she felt an unexpected pride in both herself and him. Only when he had finished, however, did he give his final command.
“Clean me.”
Grateful that she’d at least get a taste of him, Sophia licked and sucked every drop of cum from his satisfied cock. Too soon, Micah gently pushed her back so that she was sitting on her heels and stood up. He tucked himself back into his jeans and said, “I was going to come in your mouth, but you closed your eyes twice, thereby disobeying a direct order.”
Sophia looked up at him, now understanding his decision. “I see,” she said. “Thank you, Milord. I’ll do better next time.” As the white cream slowly dried on her breasts, neck, and face, Sophia was shocked to realize that this had not annoyed her at all. In fact, she felt an odd sense of peace and well-being in being able and willing to accept a consequence of an obviously broken order. Maybe this would work out after all.
