It turned out to be an interesting weekend, iun the run up to Christmas. I was doing Christmas chores for most of the time on Saturday and my wife was preoccupied with a work problem that needed to be finished before she starts her few days off. I was able to help her with some of the complexities of the accounts, so that put me in her good books.
We declared Sunday a non-working day to catch our breath before the family Xmas visits start and we finished the house decorations and had some lunch at the pub and then came home to catch up on some TV programmes. I use an oldish laptop connected to the TV screen for internet viewing so I am able to find old films fairly quickly. We watched an oldie and then my wife said she wanted to watch another film. She asked me if I knew of any spanking videos . I feigned ignorance on that score and she said she didn't believe me, given how much time I spend on the internet.
So I told her I knew of one which she might find a bit unbelievable, but at least it had a story line of sorts. I found Exit to Eden on a download site and took a few minutes to register. I mentioned that it might take a while to get sorted out, so S went off to get a drink.
When she came back she was carrying a cane as well as a wine glass. "Just in case I get any ideas," she said jokingly.
When the video was ready to roll she sent me off to make something to eat for the two of us.
"Put your punishment pants on to serve me," she instructed as she settled on the sofa with a glass of wine.
I made a salad with some left overs and went upstairs to change. I could hear the film as I passed the living room. I washed myself and retrieved the red knickers from the drawer and got an immediate erection as I put them on. I found a T shirt and went downstairs to serve my Mistress.
S smiled at me as I entered the room. "This is quite good," she nodded towards the screen, meaning the film, as I placed the meal in front her. "Get me some more wine."
Back in the room my wife told me to get on all fours in front of her facing the TV so that I could watch. She lifted her legs and placed her feet on my back.
"This is nice,,we should do this more often." she said, picking up the cane and tapping my bottom a few times.
At the point where the outside party starts in the film, S told me to put it on hold. I stood up and stretched my aching legs and then she pointed at one of the chairs and told me to bend over. She caned me hard a dozen times over the knickers and I thanked her profusely for each stroke.
We resumed our video watching, with me back down on my knees and as it came to an end S agreed that it had been a bit silly but enjoyable. She stood up and told me to tidy up and come upstairs.
She was in the bathroom when I got there and the cane was on the floor. I was desperate for a few more strokes so I lay over the edge of the bed and rubbed myself against the mattress to try and get the erection back. I held the cane in my outstretched arms.
"What;s going on?" my wife asked as she appeared from the bathroom.
I turned my head to look at her. She was naked and obviously expecting that I would perform on her .
"Please Miss, please may I have some more?"
"More?" " You want more?" she said in her best Oliver Twist impression.
"Yes please Miss, a dozen or two dozen more would be nice."
"And what will you do in return?"
"I will lick you forever."
"That's a given. What else will you do?" She had taken the cane and it cracked smartly across my bottom.
" I will make the entire Christmas dinner and do the washing up Miss."
The cane struck again.
"Now you're talking boy. Hold hard and don't wriggle."
She thrashed me hard, countless times until I was well and truly in sub space.
When I was red and sore and happy in my head we climbed on the bed and I sucked and tickled and licked her shaven pussy to multiple orgasms.
S allowed me to wank on all fours beside her, which I managed with some balancing on one arm whilst me head was between her legs. I spunked into the palm her cupped hand, which she then slid down to her waist for me to lick clean, during a pause in my primary task.
When we had finished what was a memorable tumble, the like of which we haven't had for some time, we lay back exhausted on the bed. Her head was in the crook of my arm and I kissed her gently.
"So what would you like for Christmas ?" she asked. Her hand slipped down to my crotch and cupped my balls. She squeezed gently.
"The small red whip and an ass fucking."
The squeeze became stronger and she dug her fingernails into my crotch. I wriggeld with pain and pleasure.
" You're incorrigible. It had better be a good Christmas dinner."
"Yes ma'am, it will be." I assured her.
Merry Christmas everyone.