My Husband and I Tried BDSM for the First Time - Part 3

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The rest of that Wednesday afternoon passed in a haze of delicious anticipation.
After James finished his important video call, he found me still bent over his desk, legs trembling, his cum slowly leaking down my inner thighs. He didn’t say a word at first. He simply stood behind me, running his hands possessively over my sore, spanked ass.
“You were very naughty today, Emily,” he said quietly, his voice low and controlled. “Interrupting my meeting like that… sucking my cock under the desk while I was trying to close a major deal. That kind of behaviour deserves a proper punishment.”
A shiver of fear and excitement ran through me. My pussy clenched involuntarily, pushing more of his cum out of me.
“Yes, Sir,” I whispered, keeping my eyes down like a good submissive. “I’m sorry for being such a greedy slut.”
He chuckled softly, but there was no real amusement in it - only dark promise.
“Go upstairs to our bedroom. Strip completely. Kneel in the centre of the bed facing the headboard. Hands behind your back. Eyes down. Wait for me. Do not move.”
“Yes, Sir.”
I walked upstairs on shaky legs, my heart pounding. I removed the last of my clothes and knelt on our king-sized bed exactly as instructed - knees apart, back straight, hands clasped behind me, head bowed. The afternoon light filtered through the sheer curtains, casting soft patterns across my naked skin. I could feel the cool air on my wet pussy and the sticky trail of cum on my thighs.
I waited.
Ten minutes felt like an hour. Then I heard his footsteps on the stairs - slow and deliberate. The bedroom door opened and closed. I didn’t dare look up.
James moved around the room quietly. I heard drawers opening, the soft clink of metal, and the rustle of fabric. My breathing grew shallow with nervous excitement.
Finally, he stood in front of me.
“Look at me.”
I lifted my gaze. He had changed into a black shirt with the sleeves rolled up, showing his strong forearms. In his hands he held several items: soft black leather cuffs, a riding crop, a blindfold, and a thick vibrating wand.
“Tonight,” he said calmly, “you will learn what real punishment feels like when you disobey your Sir.”
He stepped closer and fastened the leather cuffs around my wrists, then clipped them together behind my back. He added ankle cuffs and connected them with a short spreader bar, forcing my knees wide apart. I was now completely exposed and helpless.
He placed the blindfold over my eyes, plunging me into darkness. The loss of sight made every sound and touch infinitely more intense.
“From now on, you will count every strike and thank me after each one. If you lose count or forget to thank me, we start over. Understood?”
“Yes, Sir.”
The first touch was the soft leather tip of the riding crop tracing slowly down my spine, over my ass, and between my legs. He teased my swollen clit with it, making me whimper.
Then the first strike landed - a sharp, stinging snap across my left ass cheek.
“One… Thank you, Sir.”
Another on the right.
“Two… Thank you, Sir.”
He built a steady rhythm, alternating cheeks, occasionally striking the sensitive skin where my ass met my thighs. The pain was sharp and bright, but each strike sent a jolt of pleasure straight to my core. By the twentieth stroke, my ass was burning hot and I was dripping onto the sheets.
James set the crop aside and picked up the vibrating wand. He turned it on to a low setting and pressed it firmly against my swollen clit.
I gasped and jerked against my restraints.
“You are not allowed to cum,” he said firmly. “This is punishment, not reward.”
He held the wand there, letting the vibrations torture me while he continued spanking me with his bare hand. The combination was maddening. Every time I got close to the edge, he would pull the wand away or turn it off, leaving me whimpering and begging.
“Please, Sir… I need to cum… I’m so close…”
“Not yet.”
He edged me like this for what felt like an eternity - bringing me right to the brink, then denying me over and over. I was crying behind the blindfold, my body shaking with need.
Finally, when I was a sobbing, desperate mess, he removed the blindfold.
“Look at me.”
I blinked, tears streaming down my face. James was standing in front of me, his cock hard and thick.
“You’ve been such a good girl taking your punishment,” he said softly, stroking my cheek. “Now you’re going to ride me and show me how grateful you are.”
He lay down on the bed and helped me straddle him, my wrists still cuffed behind my back. He guided his cock to my entrance and I sank down slowly, taking every inch until he was buried deep inside me.
“Ride me,” he ordered. “Slow and deep. Show Sir how much you love his cock.”
I rode him as best I could with my hands bound, rolling my hips in long, sensual movements. My sore ass stung every time it slapped against his thighs. James reached up and played with my breasts, pinching and tugging my nipples until I was moaning loudly.
After a few minutes, he grabbed my hips and started thrusting up into me hard and fast. The angle was perfect — his cock hitting my G-spot with every powerful stroke.
“Sir… please… may I cum?” I begged, my voice breaking.
“Cum for me, Emily. Cum hard on your husband’s cock like the obedient little slut you are.”
My orgasm hit me like a freight train. I screamed as waves of pleasure crashed through me, my pussy spasming violently around him. James groaned and fucked me through it, then flipped me onto my back, spread my legs wide, and pounded into me with deep, possessive thrusts.
He came hard, flooding me with his cum while growling my name.
Afterwards, he gently uncuffed me and pulled me into his arms. The dominant mask slipped away and my loving husband returned. He held me close, stroking my hair and kissing my forehead as I trembled with aftershocks.
“You were perfect, my love,” he whispered. “I’m so proud of you.”
I looked up at him with watery eyes and smiled.
“Thank you, Sir… for giving me what I needed.”
He kissed me softly. “This is only the beginning. We still have so much more to explore together.”
As I lay there in his arms, sore, satisfied, and deeply in love, I realised something important:
I had never felt more cherished, more desired, or more completely owned in my entire life.