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Views: 1857 Created: 2020.09.23 Updated: 2020.09.30

On the Couch

That Night-Part 1

By the time her husband got home from work, Samantha was almost asleep on the couch in her red nightgown. Mark put his things down in the hall and came up to her. He knelt down and gave her a kiss hello. His lips tightened and brow furrowed a bit and he moved up to kiss her forehead. It was warm to the touch.

“Hmmm” he said. He went upstairs to the bedroom and came back down with a jar of Vaseline and a thermometer. He sat down with them in front of his wife.

Almost instinctively, and without speaking, Samantha rolled over on to her side so that her back was facing her husband. She knew what was coming. He was going to take her temperature and he was going to take it rectally. Mark had insisted on rectal temperatures believing them to be more accurate. She had come to expect it, ask for it when she thought she needed it and at times even crave it.

The jar of Vaseline popped open and Mark applied a dollop onto his index finger. He then turned to Samantha. The fabric of her nightgown barely covered her shapely bottom. She had no panties on as she preferred the cool air flow between her legs. Mark pulled up the nightgown revealing her full bottom to him. The cool evening air touched Samantha as he spread apart her cheeks.

Samantha felt her husband’s finger as it moved over her anal opening lubricating the area for what was to come. The finger moved slowly past the opening so that it was inside her. As the finger worked its way in she let out a small grunt of pleasure. Having him touch her in this her most private place was all together comforting, intimate and intensely erotic.

Mark slowly withdrew his finger from his wife’s quivering well lubricated bottom. From the corner of her eye she watched as he shook the thermometer down and spread Vaseline across the tip.

Cool air rushed inside her as he spread her bottom cheeks apart and she readied herself for the coming penetration. He took the thermometer and inserted it gently but firmly deep into her bottom. She sighed as he cupped her bottom in his hand holding the thermometer in place between his fingers as his other hand stroked her back and ran through her hair.

The positioning of his hands reminded Samantha of how strong they were. She remembered back to a time not too long ago when after a transgression she had tearfully come to him hairbrush in hand asking her husband to please spank her. She remembered how he calmly took the hairbrush from her, lifted up her skirt, pulled her panties down and guided her over his knee. He held out his left hand so she had something to squeeze while he spanked her. He then held out the hairbrush and proceeded to give her the bare bottom spanking she needed. As he applied the discipline to her bottom, her cheeks grew red until they matched her nightgown. When he was done, her bottom was indeed red but elsewhere she was extremely wet.

As she laid on the couch with the thermometer in her bottom thinking about the spanking she began to grow wet again. This intensified when Mark began to slowly twirl the thermometer and move it in and out of her.

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