Tea Time Treats, a tale by JayTee

Simon walked into the house that evening, immediately sensing the stillness, confirmed by the two empty hangers in the clothes alcove. He quickly took off his work slacks and blazer and donned his dressing gown, as always feeling as if he shed the care of the job when he shed his clothes. He went through to the kitchen and began to look through the cupboards for food. Their marriage was a partnership, whoever arrived home fist just got on with the cooking. A saucepan was quickly filled with boiling water from the kettle and a boil in the bag of rice cooking. Simon added spice and garlic salt to the water. He defrosted some prawns from the freezer and chopped some vegetables into a dish. For a starter he opened a tin of mushroom soup, poured it into a jug and jazzed it up a bit by dropping some diced chicken into it. When he looked in the sweet cupboard he found a plastic bag that still had the last four meringue shells in it. Smiling he took two, poured some home made lemon curd onto them, and left the squirty fresh cream next to the plate. He made himself a coffee and pre cooked the diced veg in the microwave. He dropped the prawns into a flat dish containing his own personal mix of balsamic vinegar, garlic and honey. He prepared two woks with peanut oil then removed the rice from the water. Nodding in satisfaction he made a cup of tea and went into the dining/work room to set the table and wait for Meggie.

Just after five he heard the front door open went through to greet Meggie. “Hi babe” he smiled as he kissed her cheek, “I have dinner on, stir fry, about 5 minutes OK?”

Simon went back to the kitchen and put both woks on a high heat, put the soup in the microwave to heat then went back to drop the rice in one wok, the vegetables in the other. Just before the veg and rice was done he shared the prawns between the two woks, hearing them sizzle with the heat.

When the bell on the microwave rang he popped the rice and veg into two serving dishes and poured the soup into bowls. When he carried the tray through Meggie was already seated in her dressing gown, carbonated water poured into wineglasses. “Smells good” she said. Simon went back for crusty French bread for the soup. As was their custom they ate and chatted about their respective days, the weather, family and whatever else came to mind. When the soup and main course had disappeared, Simon went through to the kitchen for the lemon curd covered meringues and the squirty cream.

Meggie’s eyes lit up when she saw them, she had a wonderful figure, which she worked to keep, but she had a sweet tooth and loved to indulge occasionally. “Is that the home made curd your mother makes?” she asked. Simon nodded “Yes” as he squirted cream round the edges of the shells and then ran a line down the middle.” You tuck in, I’ll put the coffee on” he said and went to the kitchen to load the percolator. When he came back to the dining room he stopped in the door to enjoy the sight that greeted him. Meggie was just popping the last of her meringue into her mouth, she had a little dab of fresh cream on the end of her nose, and she looked like a little kid raiding the larder. As she swallowed the last morsel she started to lick the cream off her fingers. When she heard Simon she started slightly, turned and smiled.

“You enjoying that sweetheart?” he chuckled. “It’s wonderful” she replied. Simon came to stand alongside the table, still smiling down at Meggie. He looked down at the remaining meringue, then at Meggie, then the Meringue again. “Looks good” he said. “Do you want the other one?”

“Ohhh I would love it, but no, it is yours you take it” Meggie said with a wistful note in her voice. “You can have it sweetheart, I know how much you like them.” Meggie looked at the sweet and then shook her head “No, no it’s yours” she said. “I would feel guilty eating your food.” Simon picked it up and held it under Meggie’s nose and smiled. “You sure sweetheart?” Meggie laughed and said “You beast, get it eaten”

Simon put the sweet back on the plate and turned to Meggie. “You like your sweets, I like spanking your sweet bottom” he said. “How about we swap a sweet for a spanking? Then you don’t have to feel guilty about eating my food.” His wife looked at the dessert then looked up at Simon with the beginnings of a smile on her face.

Meggie showed only a small smile to her husband, but laughed inwardly, because she knew she had been set up. She knew her husband knew of her love of both spanking and sweets, so he knew that a spanking was hardly going to affect her guilt at taking his food. She also knew Simon preferred fruit to sweet desserts, and would probably eat an apple or banana later anyway. She also thought how typical and thoughtful of Simon to go to such lengths. “Well that sounds like a good deal” she said. “A sweet spanking for a sweet dessert. Done” Meggie reached for the meringue and was surprised when Simon intercepted her hand.

“Oh no my dear” he smiled. “You keep telling me that we shouldn’t buy anything unless we can pay up front. I would hate for you to get into debt, so I think it’s best you pay the price now, don’t you?”

Meggie stood up, sighed dramatically and hung her head in pretended shame. “You are right as always husband of mine. All things are best enjoyed if there is no weight of debt to drag round with them.” As she spoke she knew that this was going to be a fun spanking, one she would probably giggle through. It still didn’t prevent that hollow feeling in her stomach that she always felt.

Simon pulled a dining chair clear of the table and put his left foot onto the bottom rung, which put his thigh parallel to the floor. “If Madame would care to step up to the payments counter” he invited and held his hand out in invitation to his lovely wife. Meggie couldn’t quite suppress a giggle as she took his hand and curtsied prettily. “Why thank you kind Sir” she said as she went forward, gathering her dressing gown and bunching it, passing it over Simon’s thighs so that when she bent over her pert bottom was presented with nothing but her thin panties to preserve her modesty. Simon never imposed a spanking on his wife, he felt emotion swell in him as his wife once again offered her submission to him with such easy generosity. As he was fondling his wife’s soft firm bottom, Simon could see that Meggie was wearing stockings with suspenders today. He knew she thought panties were healthier and wore her nylons either as stockings or pop socks. He caressed Meggie’s cute bottom, then those few delicious cool inches of thigh then her bottom again. “You wish to make your payment now?” Simon murmured. Meggie smiled happily, closed her eyes to heighten her other senses and replied “Yes payment in full please.”

Simon smiled and began to pat his wife’s bottom, loving every second of this, loving the sight of her panty clad cheeks, the feel as his palm landed the sound. He covered every lovely inch more than once knowing that Meggie would not be feeling any pain. He was hardly even stinging his wife’s bottom. He knew some sports masseurs that slapped at cramping muscles harder to loosen them. To his delight he saw that Meggie was pushing her bottom out and in to meet his palm, obviously enjoying this as much as he. When he saw pink just peeking out beneath her pants Simon slowed his spanking and then began to caress Meggie’s buttocks and thighs again, He removed his hand and gave Meggie’s left cheek a final gently smack and as he helped Meggie stand and said “OK Madame, payment received.” He picked up the meringue and passed it to her and continued ”here is your receipt.” He laughed as Meggie took the meringue in two hands and chomped into it with soft mewls of pleasure. He watched Meggie with almost as much pleasure as she was showing, when she had licked her fingers clean he went through to the kitchen for the coffee.

Meggie arranged her robe demurely round herself and went to the couch, smiling wide. She loved it when Simon thought up these transparent little ploys to offer her a spanking. She could still feel two delicious sensations, her taste buds reminded her of the food, and her warm bottom was keeping her on edge. She knew she would have to ask for more later, she felt like she had been given a glimpse through the gates of ecstasy but was now being denied admittance to explore further! When Simon came back with the coffee she wrapped her left arm through his right arm, her left breast warm against his upper arm. They sipped the strong brew companionably then Simon smiled down at her. “You like those meringues don’t you? And there are hardly any calories, the meringue and cream are all air.” “You know I do” she replied. That meal (and the spanking she whispered) was scrumptious and light. I think I might share a little fruit later if you decide to have some.” Simon nodded, smiled and kissed the top of her head.

Meggie shifted slightly where she sat, her warm bottom making her edgy, plotting how she might introduce the subject of finishing what she thought of as unfinished business. Then she heard Simon speaking almost to himself. “Of course there are two meringue shells left.” Meggie swung her head round to look at Simon who was struggling to keep a straight face.“ Of course” he continued, “because there are two it would be twice the debt, the spanking before was long enough so it would have to be firmer.” Meggie smiled and said “Of course, twice the debt.” She became far more aware of the heat in her loins and bottom now, felt her mouth watering at the thought of more meringues.

When Simon turned to look at her Meggie she smiled knowing what was about to happen. “Would you be willing to incur such a debt Meggie?” Should I go and fetch them?” Meggie giggled and replied “You sir, drive a hard bargain, but yes I am willing to accept your terms.” Simon laughed n delight, disengaged his arm and went to the kitchen. He got one of their largest plates, got the meringue shells and broke them into eighths, then used a spoon to dab a little lemon curd onto each. Placing the plate with the can of cream onto a tray he went back to the lounge and joined Meggie on the couch, placing the tray on the left arm of the couch. As Simon sat in the middle of the couch, Meggie rolled and crawled onto his lap, bunching her own robe to the right of her waist, exposing her scantily clad bottom again, sighing as she settled into this wonderful, familiar position. When Meggie had finished wriggling her lovely bottom about just inches from his face, Simon reached for the plate and put it in front of Meggie on the cushions with the admonition “Don’t touch yet!” Giggling Meggie said, “I know, payment in advance” She eyed the morsels hungrily.

“As you know it is my duty to maximise profits so I have to inform you that if you require cream for these morsels it will have to be a bare payment.” Simon said in an affected banker’s voice and pulled at the edge of Meggie’s pants as. Meggie smiled happily to herself, she had wondered how Simon would arrange for her bare bottom to be spanked, but she said “You, you usurer! To take advantage of a poor, drooling maiden desperate for sustenance.” She reached back, unfastened her suspenders and tugged her panties down, at the same time continuing “what choice do I have? I need the sustenance and I need the cream too.”

Simon almost automatically stroked Meggie’s bare bottom as he reached for the cream and squirted a generous amount on each piece. “OK here is the offer, as it is a bare payment account so you can take advantage of the pay as you go system” Simon said. “So each time you take a piece of dessert sweetheart I shall extract a payment.” He continued to caress Meggie’s bottom tracing each inch of her rosy cheeks. As Meggie reached out for the treats he stopped and placed his hand on the top of her beautiful right cheek. As she lifted it off the plate he lifted his hand and snapped it down, not hard, just stinging her bottom. He had smacked her bottom harder in fun but was conscious he had only just warmed her bottom earlier and it was only faintly pink. He saw a white mark appear as her cheek flattened then sprang back to its’ usual exquisite shape, then began to turn a lovely rosy pink. He heard her gasp of surprise turn to a long purr of pleasure as she popped the treat into her mouth. As Meggie reached for another treat he raised his hand and spanked her again, choosing his target at random. This time Meggie just smiled over her shoulder, wriggled her bottom and deliberately reached for another treat. Simon again raised and snapped his hand down at a random spot on Meggie’s sweetly offered rear, this was repeated again as Meggie took the fourth treat. . He saw Meggie’s hand reach out twice quickly and snatch two at a time and stuff them in her mouth. Before the second pair of treats was in Meggie’s mouth Simon was already laughing and his hand was beating a rapid tattoo of four spanks on her cheeks, eliciting a soft “oww.” Then Meggie half coughed, half giggled as she thoroughly chewed the mouth full of treats.

When Meggie reached for the first treat she was taken by surprise as her spouse smacked her when she lifted it off the plate, she had expected the smack to land when she popped it into her mouth. She quickly realised that though he had taken her by surprise Simon had no intention of offering anything but fun. The sting was enough to heat her bottom and loins but she knew she could happily submit to this all night. As she slowly and deliberately took the next three treats she felt her bottom being smacked at random places, felt a well of emotions, the heat spreading through her body, the cool air on her legs, the feeling of sharing the most secret of passions with Simon. When she snatched the four treats she counted the spanks as they landed, hoping she could cheat Simon out of part of the debt, even though she knew she would demand to pay later even if she did. He got it right of course, but the spanks were so rapid and close together that they felt like one large, spank, not hurting at all but inflaming her passion as the heat in her bottom and loins increased dramatically. Meggie laughed so much at this she almost choked, her eyes watering, but she revelled in the fun she was having. She buried her head on the sofa and allowed her mind to drink in everything she was feeling, both physically and emotionally. She thought about that rapid tattoo and the way the pain had done nothing but increase her pleasure, loving her husband again for being so careful not to hurt, to let them both just enjoy the sheer fun of the moment. Meggie’s bottom was now so sensitive she felt every movement of Simon’s hand as he slowly caressed her, patient as ever, content to wait for Meggie to assimilate all her feelings.

Meggie eventually smiled over her shoulder at Simon and said “please don’t spank me till I actually remove it from the plate sweetheart,” she said as she reached out and rolled four of the treats together into a sticky mess, some cream and fragments falling onto the plate. Meggie did the same with the remaining four fragments. She now had two sticky, sweet balls in front of her. She cupped her hand over them, sighed, buried her head and closed her eyes and opened her mind to that sensitive warm area she was so wantonly wiggling at her spouse.

Simon smiled as he saw what his spouse was doing, rested his hand on the middle of her right cheek and took note of any areas he considered not as pink as others, most noticeably the lower part of her sweet buttocks. He saw Meggie cup her hand over the mess and bury her head, and as she lifted the remains he beat a rapid tattoo all over her bottom, not any harder, just a continuous rapid roll of smacks. Watching Meggies sweet flesh bouncing and jiggling under his palm lost in the sight and the sounds. When he stopped he drank in the way Meggies bottom slowly took on a gorgeous deep pink hue. Almost reverently he traced the colours watching his wife’s bottom wiggling so invitingly, watched her raise her head and begin to suck at the meringue. Her hand was covered in the mess and she was purring as she took the time to lick every trace.

As soon as she lifted the meringue away from the plate she felt Simon’s hand as a continuous rolling spank all over her bottom. She felt no pain just the most intense heat forming in her bottom and loins as each spank made her bottom warmer. She could feel herself pushing her groin into Simon’s lap even as she was wriggling her bottom, begging with her body for more. The heat and the emotions were still increasing even after the spanking had stopped, Meggie lifted her head and began to suck and lick the meringue from her hand. While the meringue satisfied one hunger the spreading heat was setting another need on fire. She knew she NEEDED just a little more spanking, then she wanted to lay here and drown in the love she shared, let the passion build until neither of them could deny themselves. She felt Simon’s caresses even as she began to lick her fingers clean she was SO aware of Simon’s caresses, clenching and relaxing her buttocks, opening and closing her legs to increase all the sensations. Eventually as the heat became steady with no further increase Meggie sighed deeply, looked over her shoulder at Simon. “That was wonderful sweetheart,” she said. “Delicious in fact, but I am a greedy wretch, I want just a little bit more.”

Simon looked into his wife’s eyes with love and lust and said “There is no meringue left, but I suppose if you were to lick the plate I would have to administer a lick for a lick for your bad manners wouldn’t I?” Meggie burst out laughing and looked at the plate, with its bits of sugar and curd and cream. She sobered and considered the state of her bottom and said in a soft, clear voice “Very well, I accept. But please wait till I have finished licking and we agree on the count.” Simon leaned down and planted a kiss on each warm sweet cheek, traced the pinker patched with his tongue, felt his wife shiver, then murmured “Of course my love.” He watched as Meggie who was smiling like a Cheshire cat lifted the plate and made four slow long licks starting at one edge and working across to the other. He said, “I make that four sweetheart, you agree?”

Meggie felt like a naughty child as she licked the plate, but knew Simon would love the contrast between her childish behaviour and her bare bottom offered so wantonly to a spanking. When she heard his words she turned to look into his eyes so he would be sure she wanted to offer this gift and said, ”Will you make this a slower, more formal and firmer spanking please? I think I need a little more heat.” Then she smiled and said “Oh and yes I concur with the count, and worth every one!” With that she buried her head on the couch and waited, ever iota of her mind concentrating on her blazing cheeks.

When he heard his wife’s words and saw her eyes close as she lowered her head to the couch, Simon placed his hand on the top of her right cheek. He heard her take a deep breath and hold it, saw and felt her bottom lift slightly. Lifting his hand he snapped it down a little more firmly on her soft, pink pert cheek, knowing this was so much gentler than some of their shared experiences, but knowing that his wife was so near the edge of her passions. Simon, in a slow steady rhythm spanked the top of her left cheek, then repeated the two smacks on the lower part of her pink buttocks. He noticed Meggie was still holding her breath. As each spank landed his wife squirmed, thrust her hips downwards, and then immediately lifted her bum to receive the next gift. This sight as well as the colours, sounds and the sting in his palm entranced Simon. When he finished he whispered “All over sweetheart, you look and feel wonderful. How do you feel?” He felt his wife collapse over his lap, heard and felt a shudder as she started to breathe again. Then began to caress those sweet, lovely, warm cheeks, running down over her thighs and back to her cheeks.

Meggie felt Simon’s hand lift and felt it land on her cheek. Instantly the pain was transformed to heat which spread throughout her body, she made no sound, held her breath wanting nothing at all to come between each wonderful gift. As each subsequent smack landed she felt the heat driving deeper and faster, felt herself becoming light headed, both from the heat and holding her breath. When the last spank landed she let out the long held breath in a shuddering sigh and collapsed over her husband’s lap. She knew now that no amount of spanking could raise her senses, knew it might maintain the high but couldn’t lift her further. Meggie heard her husband’s question as if from a distance but just purred her reply so he would not become alarmed. All she wanted to do was float on this sea of heat and ecstasy, she wasn’t aware of her hips rotating on Simon’s lap as though she was making slow love.

Eventually she descended from this plateau and became more aware of her surroundings. She still felt the heat in her bottom, still felt the need running through her. She rolled off her husband’s lap and stood before him. With eyes half closed she let her knickers fall at her feet and kicked free of them. Then still moving slowly she shrugged her gown off, unbuttoned her blouse letting that fall too. Reaching behind herself she unfastened her bra, as it fell she held her head high and thrust her shoulders back, proud of the effect she was having on Simon. Meggie turned her back to Simon and unfastened her suspender belt and then bending from the waist, keeping her legs straight, rolled her stockings down and off her legs. She knew this would allow Simon to examine every glowing part of her bottom and let him see by the moisture between her legs just how much he had aroused her. Meggie wondered at her own shameless behaviour but felt absolutely inhibitions sharing this with her husband. Indeed she was proud to be able to share this gift with him.

Meggie straightened and turned to Simon. “I don’t know whether I say thank you often enough Simon,” she said. “But I want you to know how grateful I am for everything you do for me.” Simon swallowed the lump in his throat, suddenly humbled by his wife’s words. Still naked in front of her husband Meggie continued “I need a shower, will you join me and let me show you a little of just how much I love you?” With that she turned and walked slowly towards the stairs and bathroom.

Without a word Simon rose and followed his wife’s gyrating hips, all the time watching those sweet red cheeks.

He left a trail of clothes all the way up the stairs.

The End. © Copyright J{t}.