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AMY NEEDS
Sometimes life can be real strange. Often some of the strangest behaviourstirs from deep inside us and manifests itself as our sexual urges. A bewilderingmix of our past experiences and our present desires.
My wife, Amy and I have been married for almost 20 years. Our sex life isalways interesting, with mild bondage, spanking, and other variations, andthe lust has not diminished despite the years. However you would call our sexlife relatively normal, even if somewhat mildly kinky.
However there is another side of my wife, and another side to our sex life.The interesting thing is I never know when this other side of Amy will emerge,which adds to the intrigue. Often the first indication I get is when I noticeshe has disappeared into the bathroom and I hear the shower running, despitethe fact it is still only early evening. Sometimes I even sense it prior toher going to have a shower. There are subtle changes to her demeanour. Shebecomes quiet, pensive, and mooches around like a cat. Saying nothing and lookingat a loose end. I know better now than to say anything. It is better to letthings run their course.
She always showers for far longer than normal, and then lingers in the bathroom.I am not sure if she is pampering herself, or it is all part of her ritualto build her mood and her courage. And it does take her courage. Despite thefact we have played out this little ?game' several dozen times over the recentfour years, Amy is always nervous, embarrassed, and unsure of herself at theoutset. For whatever reason she needs to do it, despite the incredible humiliationit causes her. And despite my reassurances, I think, even after all this time,she still worries about how I might react, and what I may think of her. Thereality is I do not understand her desires, or needs. But then we are all different,and have different needs. I do not try to rationalize. I am more than happyto play my role, and I must admit I have come to find it exciting, unpredictable,and more than just a little sexy.
Tonight I was only vaguely aware she had disappeared early evening to shower.I was focused on getting a business report finished and Amy had been watchingtelevision. If I had been more alert I would probably have seen the tell talesigns. She had given me lovely sloppy cuddles when she arrived home from workshortly after I did, had picked away at her dinner, and her conversation wassomewhat distracted. Unfortunately I was also distracted by report deadlinesand the work I had ahead of me for the evening. So on this occasion I failedto see it coming, which is unusual.
As I punch away at the keyboard in my computer room I sense, rather than see,that someone is standing behind me. I swivel in the chair to be confrontedby an object of beauty. Even after all these years of marriage the sight ofAmy standing there wrapped only in a towel immediately lifts the heart rate.Her short-cropped hair is damp and combed back, bringing a fresh innocenceto her facial features. Her head is tilted to the side, and her hands are claspedtogether nervously in front of her. I quickly realise the signs, and mentallychastise myself for not picking them up earlier.
For a long moment I stare into her eyes, making sure I have not misread themoment. Amy responds with a nervous smile and a half-hearted shrug of her shoulders.There is no doubt what she has in mind. I briefly struggle with the dilemmaof needing to complete my report in time for tomorrow mornings meeting. Howeverit was only a brief struggle, and work commitments were never going to winthe day.
I reach out both arms and invite Amy to sit in my lap. She immediately doesso, and nuzzles her head into my shoulder. For several minutes she rests there,content, while I gentle stroke her damp hair.
Eventually I whisper into her ear, ?You go and get your things and I willmeet you in the study?. It is always the study we use. Not totally sure why.Perhaps because it is a smaller intimate room with bright coloured walls. Itis Amy's preference of course. This is all 100% about meeting Amy's needs.And there is nothing wrong with that.
Amy continues to cuddle up on my lap, nervous about going the next step. Herpetite body is alive and her skin flushed around her neck, and I hear her moaninggentle. I suspect if I were to reach down and touch her vagina at this momentI would already find her lips starting to swell and dampen. With my hands Igentle lever her to her feet, playfully spank her bottom, and point in thedirection of the door. Without looking back she slowly shuffles out of theroom.
I wait a lot longer than I need to. I have heard her open the door to thestudy, and know that she will be standing inside, waiting, full of apprehension,feeling humiliation at what she is about to do. But in the past she has confessedto me that she wants to be made to wait. I believe it gives her more time topsyche herself up fully into her fantasy, to regress into the sexual role shewants to play out. Amy needs. Amy needs.
After a full ten minutes, that I know to Amy will seem like an eternity, Ienter the study. Amy is standing in the middle of room, still wrapped in thetowel. The flush of her skin has now spread from her neck to her chest also.She has her hands clasped under her chin. As I enter the room her eyes lockonto mine. They are wide with intensity and apprehension. I lock into her gazefor a moment before glancing down at the carpet. At her feet I see the largefluffy towel carefully laid out. Beside the towel I see the talcum powder,baby oil, her favourite vibrator, and the adult sized diaper. The thought ofwhat lies ahead makes my penis uncomfortably hard in my trousers, but I knowthere will be no release for me for a while yet.
My gaze gradually travels up, taking in Amy's lithe body as I do so. At 42years of age, she is in her prime, and a sight to behold. She wears her naturallyblonde hair short cropped to less than an inch in length. She is slim, 5ft9inches, with pert breasts, and small nipples that go rock hard when she isexcited. Despite her slim build her buttocks are full and tight. The sort thatalways seem to beg to be squeezed, spanked, or both. Her pubic hair is blondand absolutely straight. She shaves it very short, and combined with beingblond it hides very little of her vagina. Not that I can see any of this atthe moment as Amy's modesty is still protected by the towel around her body.
My eyes lock into her gaze again. I can feel the intensity in the room. Afterseveral minutes she breaks away from my gaze, looking around the room, thenfinally down at the towel. It is time to move on.
?Take off the towel, little one?, my voice sounding surprisingly calm.
Slowly she shakes her head from side to side.
I smile, trying to look reassuring, and then repeat the command
?Come on little darling, take off the towel?
I know she will. I know she wants to. I don't hurry her.
Eventually her hands move to the top of the towel and she loosens it. Sheholds it in place for a long moment before I hear her sigh heavily and thetowel falls in a heap at her feet. She is, of course, totally naked.
Now it is my turn to dictate the pace. I take in her nakedness for several,long minutes. From the movement of my eyes she can see me take in her breasts.Her nipples are already hard, and the fact that I can see she is so visiblyaroused will embarrass her. My eyes slide down to her pubic region. I can seethe swell of her lips protruding from the short blond hair. I glance up ather and give her a knowing smile. I see the humiliation well up in her eyes.Her eyes are moist, and her bottom lip quivers.
I decide to give her a short respite.
?Turn around and let Daddy have a look at that tight little butt of yours?
She needs no second prompting this time, turning to face the far wall thatcontains our library of books.
That is one gorgeous arse. I fight off an overwhelming desire to grab herbuttocks and pull her closely to me.
Referring to myself as ?Daddy' is obviously deliberate. She wants me to doit. I use to find it very hard to call myself ?Daddy' to my own wife, and althoughI still find it strange I happily do it during these fantasy charades. Amyhas largely written the script over recent years, but I am a willing actorin our own X-rated live show.
Fortunately for Amy she does not know all the outcomes, which adds to theanticipation and ultimate pleasure.
Eventually I request she turns back to face me. I swear her body is almostglowing with sexual tension. Her skin is flushed, she has goose pimples, andher little nipples are as firm as rocks (and it is not from the cold as theroom is very warm).
Again I take in her body. Amy has admitted to me in the past that althoughboth of us frequently see each other naked, it is a totally different feelingto stand in front of someone who is fully dressed, even your spouse, and striptotally naked and stand there while they blatantly soak up your nakedness.I agree with her. I am not sure I would want to do it. But then my needs aredifferent to Amy's. She does need it. Why? I am not totally sure, and I amnot sure even Amy does. She has said it is a part of giving away her ?adultness',whatever that means. And she also confesses to getting very turned on, despitethe very real feelings of humiliation she feels at such times.
Eventually I quietly ask her to lie down. It is an invitation, not a command.And I know when she is ready she will comply. Amy steps onto the towel, brieflycurling her toes into the soft material, before slowly lowering herself toa seated position, her knees curled up under her chin. Her arms wrap aroundher legs tightly. She looks vulnerable and unsure. I kneel in front of her,smile reassuringly, and wait.
Again the deep sigh of resignation, as if she is letting go of the naturalinclination to not reveal herself any further, both physically and mentally.In a graceful movement she unwraps her arms and lowers her upper body ontothe towel. She is hidden from me by her legs, which are still bent at the kneesand tightly pressed together.
Gradually, almost imperceptible at first, Amy begins to move her knees outwards.Wider and wider they rotate outwards, and I delight at the first sight of herlovely blond tush. Soon she has reached the point where she has strained herknees to the widest she can go, The palms of her feet are touching together,tucked up tightly against her buttocks. Her vaginal lips are open. Her clitorisis engorged. It is a heady sight and I take it all in.
Amy has confessed to me that this moment to her is like an unveiling, a momentof release. It is a turning point. It takes her maximum courage to expose herselfin this manner, and once she has done so it gives her the strength to continue.
We remain motionless, as if captured in a photograph. The exhibitionist exposed,and the voyeur enjoying.
I reach down and touch her vagina. She is warm and damp. Gently I stroke myfingers up and down, while my thumb encircles her engorged clit. She moanslong and low. A primal noise of need. Amy's need. She strains to open her legswider, but they are already as wide as her nimble muscles will allow her. Herbuttocks rise off the ground, reaching up to me, asking for more. Her modestyand embarrassment now gone, replaced by a need to be satisfied.
I continue to stroke Amy, and I feel her orgasm building. But now insteadof stroking her, the palm of my hand begins to spank her pussy. Very lightlyat first, but the spanks soon increase in frequency and hardness. She fightsto keep the momentum of her orgasm, wanting to come. But the stinging painof the spanking on her pussy stops the orgasm in its tracks. Her hips remainin the air, her legs as wide open as is physically possible. She does not tryto pull back. She is holding her breath, teeth gritted, nose and eyes screwedup as if in intense concentration. The only noise filling the room is the soundof my palm spanking her pussy with increasing intensity.
I begin to see the tears well up in her eyes. The spanking continues, slowingthe frequency but further increasing the severity of each spank. Eventuallyshe is crying, her breath coming in sobs, tears rolling down her cheeks. Shecan take no more, despite the fact she doggedly holds her pelvis up and legswide open as if inviting more pain. I stop, but it takes several seconds toregister in her brain that the spanking is no more. She lowers her butt tothe towel, but her legs remain open, either in abject surrender or becauseshe is too drained to close them.
I reach out for the baby oil, and gently massage it over her very pink pussylips, soothing the tenderness I know she must be feeling. Initially I justrub her nether lips, but soon my fingers work towards her inner labia. Againmy thumb begins to encircle her clit. The low moaning returns. I apply moreoil and continue my ministrations, moving away from her clit if I feel sheis working too close to an orgasm. I try to hold her close to the brink foras long as I can.
Her hips begin to buck up and down and her hands claw away at the towel. Amyneeds. Amy needs. Amy needs!
I reach over and pick up her favourite vibrator, coat it liberally with herbaby oil, turn it on, open her pussy lips with my other hand, and slide thevibrator in deep. Amy's eyes widen in ecstasy. She is literally in seventhheaven and I am sure a runaway truck could crash through the study and shewould be totally unaware of it.
She quickly builds to her first orgasm, her pelvis held luridly high in theair, her calf muscles straining, her hands now balled into fists holding handfulsof the towel. She screams noisily. The first orgasm is quickly followed bya second. If the first orgasm was akin to a runaway bull, the second is morelike a charging buffalo. For a little lady she makes one hell of a statementwhen in the throws of an orgasm. If only you could see it, I am sure you wouldbe suitably impressed. I am sure the walls vibrate.
Gradually the second orgasm subsides and her sweat covered body lowers downonto a very dishevelled towel. Amy is well and truly spent. Gently I retractthe vibrator, switch it off, and lay it at her side. She looks at me with avery satisfied expression, mouths ?thank you', and closes her eyes contentedly.She needs a rest before we move on. Quietly I stand up, my legs stiff fromkneeling all that time. And yes, something else is quite naturally stiff aswell. But my time will come. I exit the room and close the door. I know shewill soon be asleep, if she is not already.
Generally I will let her sleep for 30 to 45 minutes. I return to my computerroom and attempt to refocus on the report I had been constructing. Not a chance.My mind is elsewhere. I give up and go to make myself a cup of coffee. I flickon the TV and channel hop aimlessly. I constantly glance at my watch, willingthe time to race by.
Not before time, I see that thirty minutes are up, and I am impatient to continue.Amy may initiate all this sexual fantasy we are acting out, but you can seethat I am a willing participant. My initial reticence has been replaced witha desire to play my role as if an Oscar was at stake. Improving on my performancewith each curtain rise. Becoming more inventive, pushing the boundaries, andtrying to keep an element of unpredictability in what I do.
I open the door to the study. Amy appears to have not moved since I left herthirty minutes earlier. I study her naked form from head to toe, before kneelingdown beside her. I flick my finger gently over her right nipple, then the left.They respond instantly, even before Amy has opened her eyes. She smiles andreaches out to hold my hand.
?Come and have coffee with me?, I request as I stand up and pull her to herfeet.
?Can I put something on first? she asks sheepishly.
?You know Daddy likes you naked little one?. She knows I will decline. I alwaysdo, but she still asks. She is genuinely embarrassed by the fact that I havecalled myself ?Daddy', and that she will walk around naked in my presence.She looks down at the carpet and cannot meet my gaze. Holding her hand I leadher out of the study and down the hallway to the kitchen. All the curtainsare closed, but still she looks around furtively, as if the neighbours aregazing upon her nakedness.
I make her a cup of coffee and hand it to her. She goes to sit down but Iask her to remain standing. I do not do her the same courtesy. I pull out achair from the dining table and sit down directly in front of her. Her breastsand pubic hair are directly in my view. My gaze very deliberately travels fromher breasts to her pubic region, over and over again. Occasionally I glanceup into her eyes. She is clearly embarrassed, and her body begins to twitchnervously.
With some difficulty she finishes her coffee and places it on the kitchentable beside her.
?Right my little angel, it is time to move on?. Amy begins to walk from thekitchen back to the study, however I reach out and stop her in her tracks.She looks back at me, puzzled.
?The punishment will take place in here tonight? I add, trying to sound authoritive.
Amy is alarmed and unsure, but I place my finger over her lips in a clearsign that I do not expect her to question me.
I should at this point explain a couple of things to the reader. The firstis that during these fantasy sessions Amy is spanked twice, but each of thesespankings serve a different purpose. The pussy spanking she has already hadis a necessary, and powerful, prelude for Amy to her orgasm. She has frequentlytold me the orgasms that follow the pussy spanking are some of the most intenseshe has had. Her second spanking is on the bottom. This is a punishment. Ifyou ask for what misdemeanour, I do not know. To Amy, it is a humiliating,and painful, spanking. It hurts, but Amy needs it. Amy needs. Amy needs.
She has explained to me that during these spankings she feels like a teenageragain, going over the knee of her father for a good old-fashioned hand spanking.Amy has confessed she was spanked as a teenager, right up until she was seventeen.Initially I was quite shocked, even angered by this revelation. But to be honest,it does not bother me now. Is this a root cause of her ?deviant behaviour'?Who knows, who cares. Life is too short to analyse, particularly if the manifestationgives us pleasure.
The second thing I need to explain is that this bare bottom spanking normallytakes place in the study with Amy draped humiliatingly across my knee. TonightI plan to be different. This is the unpredictable element I like to introduceto an otherwise predicable script.
Amy's face continues to be masked with puzzlement as I navigate her to thedining room table. I move the chairs out of the way.
?Your behaviour, my little one, has been a lot worse than a father can reasonablyexpect from a young lady? I chastise her while staring directly into her eyes.She is concerned, uncertain, embarrassed, but I can read in her eyes she isalso very excited. Uncertainty for Amy is laced with a surge of sexual enticement.
?Tonight you will be dealt with here in the dining room. I have a good mindto open the curtains.?
Amy's eyes are like saucers.
?In fact I almost think your behaviour is so bad I should invite the neighboursover to see you being naked and punished?
Amy's bottom lip drops and quivers. Her eyelids flutter. She does not darecall my bluff, fearing I might be nuts enough to carry out my threat.
?Now move over to the dining room table, face it, and open your legs as wideas they can go?
Amy does not hesitate to follow my instructions. Almost instinctively sheputs her hips forward so that her pubic bone is resting level with the tabletop.I rest my hand on her back and slowly lever her forward. She bends at the waist,and lowers herself until her pert breasts are flattened on the tabletop. Notfor the first time tonight I get a delicious view of her vagina, moist andpuffy.
Amy groans, but this time it is not ecstasy, it is humiliation. She has neverbeen in this position before; never had to expose herself in such a mannerbefore. She is not emotionally prepared for it, and I expect she is downrightembarrassed. At least I hope so, because I know this is what Amy needs.
I rest my hand on her bottom. She shudders
?Open your legs wider?
Amy obliges.
The spanking begins, but unlike the pussy spanking I do not start lightly.The first spanks are hard enough to take her breath away and she cries out.After ten spanks her bottom is squirming, trying to lessen the blows. Aftertwenty she begins to close her legs. I command her to open them again, butI do not stop. She only half opens her legs, however I take sympathy. She isgiving all of herself she can.
I stop after thirty blows. She is sobbing quietly into the tabletop. I lether recover for a couple of minutes, before helping her upright and leadingher down the hall to the study. She is shaky on her feet so we move slowly.
In the study I smooth out the ruffled towel on the carpet and help Amy tolower herself so she is lying down on her back. I tap her knees and she raisesthem and once again ratchets her legs open so that she is exposed.
I pick up the talcum powder and sprinkle it liberally over her nether legions.I lift up her feet and push them above her. Her very red bottom comes intoview, as does her tight little puckered anus. Nothing of Amy's body is private.I sprinkle talcum powder on her bottom, and rub it in with my hand. She flinchesat the pain but doggedly holds her position without complaint. I lower herfeet and as her bottom connects with the towel a brief cloud of talcum dustrises around her. It is a strange sight.
?Take a look at yourself little lady.?
Wearily Amy sits up and stairs down at her pubic region. Her blond hair isnow totally white, as is much of her mid-drift. She is clearly humiliated byher unladylike appearance. She smiles sheepishly, but her eyes are transfixedon the talc-covered area of her body.
I reach over to the adult sized diaper. I have no idea where Amy gets thesefrom. Obviously there is a store or website where they can be purchased. Iunfold it, and slide it down under Amy's thighs. She winces as the diaper contactsher tender bottom, but she does not look away, as if to do so will break theintensity of the charade being acted out. Amy needs. Amy needs.
Without being asked she lifts her hips and I slide the diaper into place.She opens her legs widely for one more time, and yet again I take in the sightof her open labia before enveloping her in the diaper and sealing it with thelittle blue self-adhesive tabs on the side.
Amy started the evening as a mature married woman, became a recalcitrant teenager,and is now Daddy's little baby. It is enough to make a Psychiatrist's headspin in wonderment.
I allow Amy to soak up the sights and sounds of her regressed state of dressbefore taking her hand and leading her out of the study and off to our bedroom.
My thoughts wander back to when Amy first ?came out of the closet as a sexualdeviant', as we jokingly refer to it between ourselves. It was around fouryears ago.
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