Chapter Three
I woke up three hours later to the delicious smells of bacon, eggs, and coffee.
“Good morning,” Drew announced, walking into the room carrying a tray filled with food. There were pancakes, eggs, bacon, and two glasses, one filled with apple juice, the other filled with chocolate milk.
“Morning. What is all of this for?” I asked, sitting up in bed. When the sheets fell down, revealing my naked breasts, I pulled them back up and tucked them under my arms.
He gave me an amused wink.
“What? I don’t want to get cold or spill anything on myself. Now, can you tell me what’s going on?”
“Can’t a husband make breakfast for his wife every once in a while?”
“Yes. Thank you.”
He smiled and put the tray across my lap. All the delicious smells assaulted my nose. There was so much food on the tray, I wasn’t sure which item I wanted to try first. I finally settled on the pancakes.
I moaned as the soft, fluffy cake melted on my tongue. “This is delicious! Thank you again.”
He pulled me close and kissed my forehead. “You’re welcome. Eat up; I have a busy day planned for us.”
I wasn’t exactly sure what his busy day would entail, but just to make sure I wouldn’t go hungry later, I dug into my food, wanting to get started on all my surprises.
Before long, everything on the tray was eaten, and he took the tray and left the room. Sighing contentedly, I leaned back against my pillows. My tummy was full and all of a sudden I didn’t feel like getting out of bed. I wanted to relax for a while. I had the entire week off; I could relax all day if I wanted to.
“How are you doing, honey?” he asked, walking back into the bedroom.
“Good. Except, now that I have a full stomach, I want to be a little bit lazy.”
“Lazy? There’s no room for that right now. We have to get going. However, before we do that, I want to see your ass.”
“My ass?” That caught me off guard. I thought that we were going to be doing childish activities today. Checking my backside for no reason wasn’t something he did when I was acting little. When I was in my adult headspace, if he ever said that, it generally meant he wanted to play with my ass, but we had a strict no sexual activities rule when I was acting younger.
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“Because I said so.” When I still didn’t move, his hands went down to his belt buckle. “Do you need another visit with my belt?”
That had me scrambling onto my stomach and throwing the sheet off my bottom. I didn’t want his belt to smack my ass for a long while.
“Hmm, your butt is still a very nice shade of red. Is it very tender?” He ran his hand over my still heated skin for a few minutes.
I pushed my backside up to his hand, enjoying the caress. It stopped and a moment later there was a sharp slap on my bottom. The sting disappeared in seconds, but as soon as it did, my pussy began tingling.
“I asked you a question, young lady. I expect an answer.”
“It’s somewhat tender, but not bad, Sir.”
His fingers walked past my far from neglected cheeks to dip between my legs. “Someone is liking this attention. You like some pain with your pleasure.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Get up and stand in front of the window. Raise your arms above your head.”
I glanced at the window he was talking about. It was a floor-to-ceiling one and it didn’t have any blinds on it currently. If I went up to it, everyone would be able to see my naked body.
“Don’t make me ask again.” The warning in his tone was unmistakable.
Not wanting to risk another punishment with his belt, I jumped off the bed and dashed to the window. I was praying that our neighbors the Fitzgeralds weren’t home or if they were, that they wouldn’t look out the back of their house and see me. They were a sweet elderly couple and I was afraid of what they would think of me if they saw me standing there naked.
“Press your body against the window.”
I did as I was told, jumping when my entire front side came into contact with the cold glass.
“How does it feel, Chloe, to have the front of your body pushed up against the icy glass compared to the heat that is still coming from your punished ass?” He slapped my butt twice, creating more heat.
There was so much stimulation and it was turning me on. Between the freezing temperature on my front side, the heat coming from my backside, and knowing that my neighbors or anyone who happened to walk into our back yard would see me exposed, my head was in shambles.
A firm squeeze and then rub brought my attention back to the present, while sending even more tingles to my already drenched pussy.
“This is the second time that I’m having to repeat myself after I ask you a question. Don’t make it a third, baby, I’m not sure how much more your poor bottom can take.”
“I’m sorry, Drew. I’ll be good, it’s just that it’s so strange… I feel hot and cold at the same time. And it’s exhilarating to think someone might see me in this position, but also embarrassing; I can’t focus.”
“Good, that’ll make this next part even more enjoyable for you.”
That confused the heck out of me. Why would I find pleasure in having my mind scrambled?
Suddenly, I felt his fingers part my sore cheeks and something slick enter my behind.
“What is that?” I asked, alarmed, my muscles squeezing down on the intruder in my backside.
“It’s only my finger. Relax your muscles and let me in. I need to stretch you before I claim you here.”
“Relax? I’m not sure if I’m going to be able to… Ohhh!”
While one of his fingers was in my rosebud, his other hand pulled me slightly away from the glass and slipped between my thighs in front. He homed in on my clit and started to play with it, causing me to loosen my muscles a bit.
“That’s my good girl,” he praised, slipping his finger all the way inside my back hole.
When he added another finger and made an unhurried twisting motion, stretching me as he did so, my arms fell to my sides.
Between the pain of the spanks he had given me, the attention my clit and back hole were receiving, and everything else, I couldn’t think straight.
“Arms stay above your head,” he ordered, stopping all motion. “And make sure to keep your breasts firmly against the window.”
I did as he asked, as he added another finger into my back hole. Now he was making a scissoring motion. It was all too much. I wanted to come.
As I was about to go over the edge, the strokes on my clit stilled and he pulled his fingers out.
“Naughty girl. You know I can tell when you’re about to climax. I don’t want you to orgasm until I have my cock buried deep and your muscles squeeze down on me as you find your pleasure.”
Heat filled my cheeks as I imagined what he had just described. My pussy flooded with my juices at the thought.
“I’m glad that you like my idea,” he chuckled, as he left my nub aching and aroused, then danced down to my channel and slid three of his digits right inside.
While he was doing that, I felt him at my back entrance. I couldn’t control my muscles as I clenched. He had never taken me there before and as turned on as I got by the erotic picture in my brain, I wasn’t sure if I’d like it.
“Relax.”
His fingers left my channel and danced back up to my clit to play again. I couldn’t help but relax slightly when he did that.
“It’s just me,” he cooed as he pushed himself into my back passageway slowly.
“Ohh!” My muscles clenched, clamping onto the intruder.
He moaned loudly and froze. “I told you to relax, Chloe.” The fingers on my clit squeezed, as his free hand slid up to my breasts. He pulled my entire body an inch away from the cold glass, and squeezed on my very cold nipples.
The bite of pain traveled from the beaded tip to my core and turned into intense pleasure as he slid the rest of his length in.
“You feel like heaven, baby.”
The compliment had my cheeks getting even more heated than they already were. “Thank you, Sir.”
“I want you to turn your face to the window. Look outside and know that someone at any time could come by and see me fucking your ass. See that you are mine.”
His dirty talk sent another thrill through me. “Oh, my God, Drew, the things you say and make me do…”
“It makes you hot, doesn’t it, little sub?”
“More than hot, Sir, like a blazing inferno in my ass.”
I turned my head, my arms still raised above me, my breasts, stomach, and mound pressed against the freezing glass again as my master had both his hands on my hips and fucked me from behind.
He began with a slow pace, but picked it up. For every thrust, it pushed my beaded nipples and distended clit against the icy glass even more, sending an incredible sensation through me.
The forbidden nature of my first anal taking and the danger of the exhibitionism sent a huge thrill racing through my body. With all of these sensations combined, I was on the verge of orgasming something phenomenal!
He slapped my ass twice, not breaking his pace once.
“Come, baby, now!” he growled, as I felt his balls tighten and the first burst of his seed enter me.
I was pushed over the edge. My body shook as all my muscles contracted and I screamed his name until my voice was hoarse. My hands gripped the frame of the window because I thought my legs might give out.
One of his hands slipped in front of me and began to play with my clit, sending another round of pleasure through me.
By the time it all ended, I was like a pile of inert goo, jelly legged and unable to stand anymore. I would have fallen, if not for my husband. With his strong, supportive arms around me, he pulled out and lifted me, carrying me to the bed and lying down.
“Stay right there.”
“Mmm…” I wanted to say, how the heck do you think I’ll move, but I didn’t even have the energy for that.
He came back a moment later, carrying two washcloths and a bottle of lotion. I hid my head in my pillow when he wiped my ass. That was so humiliating!
“Chloe, after what we just did, how can this be so embarrassing to you?”
I turned my head to face him. “Because you’re wiping my ass like some two-year-old who is being potty trained. I’m a grown woman.”
He rolled his eyes, tossing the used washcloth into the laundry basket. “You don’t need to feel that way. I’m your husband; I take care of everything for you.”
He squirted some lotion into his hands, rubbed them together, and started to massage my ass.
“Ouch! That hurts,” I protested, trying to turn away so he couldn’t reach me.
“Stay still or else it’ll hurt a lot more.”
I did as I was told, not wanting to get another spanking. That’d make three in a twenty-four-hour period. It’d be a record breaker for me, for sure.
“This lotion will help with the pain. Give it a bit of time.”
“Yes, Sir.”
He continued to massage my ass and even my sit spots. After the session we just had, I was spent. I was starting to doze off, but was woken to the sound of my husband’s voice.
“I’m all finished.”
“Now what?” I asked, turning toward him.
“I need to clean one more thing.”
I watched as he went over to the window and washed away the spot where my mound had been and where some of my juices had gotten on the window.
I was so mortified! My husband just had to clean the window where he fucked my ass. The most taboo place to be taken.
“What’s the matter, sweetheart?” he asked, sitting on the side of the bed next to me as he began to rub my back.
Turning to face him, I exclaimed, “You had to wash the window where you, uh, fucked me…” unable to look at him, I buried my face in the pillow, which muffled my voice as I finished, “in my ass and I came all over the glass!” Suddenly, a thought occurred to me and I twisted around. “Oh, my gosh! What if Mr. or Mrs. Fitzgerald saw us?! I’m never going to be able to look either one of them in the eye again.”
“Don’t you remember, hon? They’re in Florida on vacation.”
I had completely forgotten about that. Suddenly, I felt a lot calmer.
“I would never let people see what is for my eyes only, but that doesn’t mean that I don’t like the thrill of doing it in public. And the way that you became so aroused, I think you feel the same way.”
Feeling embarrassed again, I hid my face back in the pillow.
“Sweetie, there’s nothing to be ashamed about. Especially around me.”
“Mmm.” I wasn’t ready to talk about this with him. It was all new to me.
“How about if we table this discussion for another day?”
I moved my head to look at him.
“Fine.”
“Let’s get you dressed now, baby girl.” He stood up, disappeared in the closet, and came out a few minutes later carrying some items.
Without needing to be told, I sat up and swung my legs off the bed.
“Did you grab my Christmas tree sweater?”
“Of course, and your Rudolph socks.”
“Thank you!”
I clapped my hands together as he placed my outfit for the day on the bed, except for a pair of pink cotton bikini panties.
“Stand up and step into these.”
I did and he pulled them up.
“Now your bra.” The matching pink bra was soon around me and he deftly clasped it in the back. “You look so cute like this; I think this is all you should wear today.”
“No! I’ll freeze, Daddy!” He couldn’t be serious.
A smile crossed his face before he said, “You’re right, you would freeze. What do you want to put on next?”
“My socks,” I answered as I grabbed my Rudolph socks and put them on. I loved these! They were brown and at the top by my ankle they had a picture of Rudolph with a glowing red nose! I never had to worry about monsters coming out and attacking me at nighttime ‘cause I’d be able to see them.
“Leggings next,” Daddy declared.
He guided my left leg into the black leggings, followed by my right, and pulled them up.
“Almost finished!” I announced as I reached for my Christmas tree sweater and pulled it over my head. My most favorite sweater! It was so soft, fuzzy, and kept me super warm. And best of all, it was snowy white with a big picture of a Christmas tree in the center.
“You’re all dressed. Now we need to brush out your hair.” He reached for my hairbrush on my nightstand.
I felt my cheeks heat up when he grabbed it. I was still remembering how he yielded it last night.
“Turn around. This shouldn’t take too long because we brushed your hair out yesterday.”
“Yes, Sir.”
I did as he told me to and he began to run the bristles of the brush through my hair.
As he did, I imagined what we could do today. With all the snow we had gotten last night, we could go out and build a snowman, make snow angels, or go sledding. Then again, it might be better if we stayed inside. We could build a gingerbread house or make gingerbread men cookies, while drinking hot chocolate.
“All finished. It’s time to brush your teeth.”
I raced to the bathroom, excited about what we were going to do first. I scrubbed my teeth for the two minutes the dentist recommended. When I finished, I put my brush back in its cup and went to my daddy.
“I’m ready to play!”
With that gentle smile on his face again, the one that melted my heart, he took both of my hands in his.
“Are you sure that you’re okay after this morning, Chloe? You aren’t too sore or tired?”
Touched at his extreme kindness, my heart felt like it was swollen with love for this man.
“I’m great, sweetie. This morning was amazing.”
“I love you, baby.”
“I love you too, honey.”
Leaning down, he planted a soft kiss on my lips. When he pulled away, I couldn’t help but smile up at him.
“Since we’ve figured out that you’re ready, what do you want to do first?”
I thought about all of the options and ended up not being able to decide. How could I pick only one thing to do right now?
As I shrugged my shoulders, he let out another chuckle.
“How about if we go downstairs and make some cookies? Then while they’re cooling, we can go outside and play in the snow.”
“Yeah!!”