When the kiss was over, Grey said, �Now my love, candles seem appropriate for such a day. I want you to lie on the bed. I've put your favorite coming towel on our bed. I think it is folded the way you like it.�
With out a word, Rose laid down on their king size bed, laying her clitoris onto the rough towel. It was her coming towel because it had long fibers that were rough. She would lie and move around on it, rubbing her clitoris till she came when Grey was not around. She began to move softly over the towel.
�Not yet my sweet. First I have something, a special item.�
Rose heard her husband rumaging in the bag again, but she could not see what he was doing. She heard him move to the back of the bed.
�Oh baby, you are lovely. From back here I can see your bottom, portruding up from the mattress, lifted by your towel. And there is just a little hair coming out from under your legs. You are so beautiful. But I want to add something to make the picture even better.�
Rose heard him unscrew a tube of something and then squirt something out. She heard Grey walk to the side of the bed, then get on it, kneeling next to her. She tried to turn around to see what he was doing.
�No, no Rose. No fair looking. I want you just to feel this.�
She felt him rub her cheeks and massage her hole with is fingers. Then she felt him spread her cheeks and then a hard pressure on her hole. Not much at first, then slowly increasing, till something hard entered her. It slid in as if Grey had shaped it to do its job without pain. She still didn�t know what it was. But then she heard him light a match and she knew what he meant by candlelight. He had put a candle in her hole and was now lighting it.
He walked over to the other side of the bed.
�Now want to see? Look over here.�
She did and noticed he held a mirror, she saw the reflection of her butt raised on top of the towel, and a red candle sticking out.
�Daddy, I�m not sure I like this.�
�Give it a try baby, you will I think.�
�But the wax, it will drip on to me and burn.�
�It will cool as it slides down, don�t worry. I think you will like the heat.�
�But how long will I have to stay like this?�
�Rose, you are protesting. You are mine, all of you, and I may do as I please. Besides you will like this. Now stop talking. I want you to come for me. I want to see you have an orgasm, and make it a big loud one.�
�With the candle in my ass?�
�Rose!�
�Yes daddy.�
Rose began to undulate on the towel. Groaning and moaning almost instantly as her wet clitoris rubbed over the fibers. This shook the candle and wax began to dribble down the sides of it, into her crack. Grey was right, the wax was warm, but not too hot. The heat of it, dripping down the length of her crack and filling its length, made her need intense. She wanted to come now, come with a huge rush of feeling. She moved one hand down and tucked it under her pelvis to form a ridge that her clit would rub on. She continued to move, arching her back, wax dripping and Grey watching with delight as her breathing became deeper and louder.
�Yes baby, come for me. Come long and hard.�
Rose did just that. With a long loud groan she came and stopped, breathing hard and totally relaxed.
�Good baby. But you were too anxious to come before and to suck on me. You did things before I asked, you must be punished.
�Please yes, punish me daddy,� said Rose, still lying on her stomach unable to move with the candle in place.
Grey stepped over and pulled the candle out of his love.
�Now get up my baby, and you know the position.�
Again, Rose complied, getting up and now leaning onto the foot of their bed. She leaned over and spread her legs just a little. Waiting for a cue from Grey.
Grey simply slid his hand between her legs, up close to her butt, and pushed each leg out. He ran a finger into her vagina from behind and grabbed on its lips to pull it a little. He tugged on the hair around her vagina.
�Oh baby, you are very wet. I like it. And I can feel your clit is swelling. But I promise it will be even more full when I done with her.� Reaching up and tugging on her clit he said, �She is a beautiful big clit. I love her.�
Now he got up and stood beside Rose. He kneaded her butt cheeks some more and let his fingers slide between her cheeks. Then without warning he stepped back and slapped her hard with his hand, and quickly again, and again. The followed with more slaps on each cheek. Then stopped to rub her warming butt.
�Baby, you take your punishment well. Does it sting?�
�It does and it makes me hot all over.�
�well your butt is now warm and red. But you need more.�
Now he pulled out the paddle with hearts and brought it down on her. It left a bright red mark with the impression of a heart in the middle.
�Lovely baby. I wish you could enjoy the sight of your butt like this.�
He smacked her again, paying attention to each cheek. She received four more spanks on each cheek and now she was bright red. Rose could feel the heat in her bottom, and now it was spreading up her back, down her legs and through her, centering on her pulsing clit. She wanted more. Now something went through her mind. She was uncomfortable when Grey described her body, but now it all made sense. Somehow being spanked and admired worked for her. She felt beautiful and she felt owned. It worked together and she had a rush, filling up with joy and love for her husband. She found healing in his touch and in the submitting to him.
Now Grey took the end of the leash that bound her to him, and gently danced it over her back, down her bottom, the backs of her legs, letting it gently slide up again, he let run up her crack. Rose felt her knees buckle and she shivered with this gentle touch. Then he whipped the leash on her back, not hard, just a gentle slap, and then on her butt.
�This is just one thing that connects us, my love. This is a reminder that you are mine.�
�Yes my Daddy. I love you.�
Grey responded by kneading her cheeks, running his fingers through her crack, and then spanking her swiftly again and again.
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