With the holidays coming up, life at the office had become a nightmare. The late hours and overload of deals to close before the end of the year had taken their toll on Frank. Seeing him come home tired night after night led Paisley to plead with him to take the rest of the month off after Thanksgiving. The idea had appealed to him more than she thought it would. Much to her delight, the next night he came home and told her that he had.

The exhaustion had also led his libido to take quite a hit. While she was great for relieving stress, some nights he was simply too tired to play. It took a lot of work and extra hours at the office, but Paisley did her best to show up after hours and help him get rid of some of that tension. Bryce found her presence less jarring when he would find her being taken by Frank in various locations.

When Friday morning finally rolled around, Paisley awoke early. Quietly she slipped out of bed, threw on her robe and headed downstairs. Even after all of the work she had done preparing for the day before’s festivities, she wanted to do something special for the man she loved.

She had always been skilled in the art of cooking, including baking. One of the things that she made that he loved the most was her fresh, homemade cinnamon rolls with cream cheese icing. The process took a while, but it was well worth it to see the look of happiness on his face as he enjoyed the delectable pastry.

Paisley went to work gathering her ingredients and getting the dough ready. As she left it covered to rise, she set about cleaning the kitchen. By the time that the rolls were in the oven, she had completed the majority of her daily chores in hopes that Frank would spend the day putting her to much better use.

She also had an ulterior motive. She enjoyed working from home as a freelance writer, since it gave her so much free time to spend with him and the pay wasn’t bad. Lately, she had found it not as fulfilling as it once was and wanted to start something new. She wanted to start an OnlyFans account.

Frank had always made it clear that he loved an audience. Letting people see what a good little submissive slut she was an incredible turn on for both of them. With this, she could not only indulge the fetish, but make money as well. Still, the idea of bringing it up to him was a daunting task. She had decided that since he would be home for several days, today was the day she would tell him about the idea, hoping that he would be onboard.

The sound of the kitchen timer going off pulled her back from her thoughts. She made quick work of grating the cinnamon, rolling out the dough, topping it with butter and adding the spiced sugar to it. Once they were in the pan, she had to wait for them to rise again. She took the opportunity to make coffee and get the frosting ready.

By the time the delightful aroma had filled the house, Frank had woke up and came downstairs. He greeted her with a kiss. “What have you been up to?” He said with a grin, knowing from the smell of fresh baked goods that she had made his favorite.

“I just thought you could use a little treat.” She smiled. Paisley reached into the cupboard and grabbed a mug, filling it with his dark morning potion, pairing it with a freshly iced roll. She sat them down in front of him before fetching herself a cold glass of milk and a roll for herself.

He scrolled through his phone, making sure that there was nothing pressing in his work emails before digging in. “These are amazing.” He said after swallowing a mouthful.
Paisley’s cheeks turned pink as she purred “Thank you.” He watched her for a few moments while she picked at her breakfast. He could read her with ease after all of these years and he knew that she had something on her mind. He waited, hoping that she would offer up the information without prompting but that did not seem like it would happen.

“Everything ok?” He asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Well there is something I kind of wanted to talk to you about.” She said chewing her lower lip nervously. “I want to quit freelancing.” The statement was met with silence. He studied her face carefully. She stared down at her plate, hoping to gather the courage to continue. “It has become more of a chore than a pleasure.”

“And just what do you intend to do when you quit?” He asked.

“I … well… I just…”

“Spit it out girl.” he said impatiently.

“I want to create an OnlyFans account and post there. I figured we could post pictures and videos of me doing various things.” She had finally lifted her gaze only to see a strange expression on his face. “I know how you like showing me off and using me in front of others… I just thought… Forget it. I will keep writing.” Her eyes went back to the table, not wanting to see how upset he was with the idea.

Frank was a bit shocked, not by the request but by the fact that she seemed so afraid to talk to him about it. He shook his head slightly. “Is that what you really want? To start an OnlyFans?” He asked gently. He could see that she was disappointed and upset with herself for even bringing it up. His initial reaction had made her think he would be against such a venture.

Paisley nodded, not looking up. Frank stood up, walking over to her. He placed his fingers under her chin and lifted her face to make her look him in the eyes. Before she could say a word, he sternly said “You shouldn’t be afraid to talk to me about something like this. I am disappointed that you were. I think it is a fine idea and if you truly want this, then I guess we should do a little shopping today.”

Her mouth fell open and she sprung from her seat, nearly knocking the chair over. Her arms wrapped around him hugging him so tight that he nearly lost his balance. His arms encircled her as she leaned up and kissed him. “I’m sorry. I should have known I could tell you anything.”

“First, there is the matter of punishment to settle.” He said sternly.

She nodded, not releasing her grip just yet. “Get upstairs, and strip.” he commanded.

He followed, smiling at how obedient she was. She knew that she had made a mistake and eagerly awaited her punishment. When he reached the bedroom, he found her at the foot of the bed, kneeling with her legs parted wide, her back arched to push out her ample breasts, hands lying face up on her thighs.

“On your feet, legs spread .” He barked.

She pushed one foot forward on the carpet and rose gracefully to her feet. She stood there as she waited for her next instruction. He then fetched a few items from the toy chest, a pair of clover nipple clamps, a red braided leather flogger, a ball gag and a wide head leather crop. He held the gag in front of her, placing the large purple ball against her lips. She parted them, accepting the device as he firmly fastened the strap behind her head.

Next came the clamps. His fingers toyed with her nipples to get them hard before allowing her to feel their sharp bite. She whimpered, the gag stifling the sound. He took a step back, flogger in hand. Her hands moved behind her back, clasping each other as she watched him. He raised the tool, bringing the strips of leather down forcefully on her left breast. He continued to land several blows. Each time the leather kissed her skin another whimper tried to escape her gagged mouth.

He continued for a couple of minutes, leaving thick red welts raising on her flawless flesh. He threw the flogger on the bed, grabbing the crop. He lifted it, bringing the head down on her clamped nipples, causing her to cry out in pain. It may have seemed harsh, but he did not want to let her forget what happens when she doesn’t talk to him about what is on her mind.

After several quick, painful slaps, he reached up and gently took her shoulder. She turned her back to him, bending at the waist and placing her palms against the disheveled comforter on the bed. He traced the tip of the crop slowly down her spine, staring at her unmarked back. For a much more serious infraction, he would have left her back covered in thin painful welts, but today he turned his attention to her firm round buttocks.

Each strike caused her to jolt forward ever so slightly. He watched the skin redden, leaving an irregular crosshatch design. He stopped running his hand over the warm crimson flesh. “I want you to remember this. You won’t disappoint me like this again will you?” He asked sternly.

The girl, not thinking about the fact that her mouth was blocked, She mumbled out syllables in an attempt to answer. He shook his head, bring the crop back, and landing the head firmly on her clit. She yelped in pain. He asked again, this time the sounds were louder but still indistinguishable. A third and forth time finally got her to nod emphatically. “Good girl.” He said, tossing the crop on the bed.

He helped her to her feet, removing first the ball gag and then the clamps. Her nipples throbbed as they were freed, bringing a new kind of ache. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, clearing away the drool. She smiled softly as she felt the bulge in his pajama bottoms brush against her. He kissed her gently and told her to go get in the shower.

Paisley went into the bathroom, turning on the water and adjusting it until it was perfect. She stepped in, allowing the hot water to rain down on her skin. She stood there with eyes closed, getting her hair wet. She opened her eyes as the shower door opened. He stepped inside and ran his thumb against her cheek.

She grinned salaciously as her fingers slid between their bodies. He let out a soft gasp as her fingers encircled his swollen shaft. She stared up at him lovingly as she began to stroke the length of his member. She started to kneel, eager to taste him but he stopped her. Instead, he pulled her hand away, and turned her facing away from him.

One arm wrapped around her abdomen as the other removed the handheld unit from the bracket. He moved the lever with his thumb, turning it up to the focused high powered setting. He then ran the stream of water down her body. It finally found its target when it hit her clit. She let out a moan as the the pulsing jet of water stimulated her tiny pink button. He nuzzled her neck, his breath hot on her earlobe as he said “No cumming.”

She whimpered. The feel of his engorged manhood pressed against her cheeks was only making matters worse. He moved his hand from around his waist and brought it up to her neck, pushing away the strands of wet hair to expose the curve of her neck. He then proceeded to kiss along it. He knew that this was her greatest weakness. A lesson he learned in the early days of their relationship when she nearly clawed his back to shreds as kissed it.

“Oh god” She groaned, clenching her eyes shut tight as she tried to focus on anything other than the sensation between her legs. He loved watching her struggle so hard to obey when all she really wanted to do was let go. Her love for him had always kept her striving to please him, even when it was such torture.

Her chest heaved as she began to breathe heavily. He could feel her body tremble as she tried to use every bit of her willpower to keep from letting the stimulation to get the best of her. He sucked her earlobe between his lips and gave it a quick bite. She moaned loudly, squirming against him.

No matter how she moved, she could not escape the stream of water beating against her clit. She whimpered almost constantly as he continued to torment her. He could tell just how badly she wanted to cum and he had decided to be merciful. He pulled the shower head away, adjusting the flow and resting it back into the bracket

He released her from his grasp, pushing her shoulders forward slightly until her hands were resting on the slick shower wall. His thick fingers then wrapped around his shaft. He drew the smooth tip slowly up and down her lips to gather her wetness before placing it to her puckered little ring of muscles.

Paisley let out a gasp as the head began to force the ring open. She relaxed as much as she could to allow him to fully enter her dark passage. She closed her eyes, pushing back slightly into his thrust until he had sunk the full length of his member into her tight hole. He held on tightly to her quaking form.

“No cumming” he reiterated as he began to pump his hips.

Despite how desperate she was for that sweet release of orgasm, she knew she had to obey. It wasn’t for fear of further punishment. She wanted to show him how much she was repenting for her digression. The truth was, she was often harder on herself than he was when she would have a little slip up.

He groaned, picking up the pace. All that pent up need that filled him from watching her so willingly take her punishment had made his cock ache uncomfortable. Now trapped in the tight confines of her tender passage he forced himself to hold back longer. The more he denied the biological necessity the more intense it would be.

Her whimpers and moans mingled with his grunts and growls, filling the steamy bathroom with a symphony of sounds. Her fingers curled as he slowed his pace again, giving deliberate thrusts. Each time he withdrew until only the helmeted head remained in her bowels before pushing its full length deep inside her again.

Her body clenched, trying to get him to give in and fill her with his seed. It was a trick she had not used in quite some time but with being denied the orgasm she so fiercely desired made her wanted to quicken the process. The feel of him invading her rear entry had made the struggle even harder.

Through gritted teeth he growled “OH FUCK YES.” He allowed her to make him cum, propelling a heavy stream of semen into her. Frank allowed his cock to soften completely inside of her as he held her body still against him. He pulled out slowly, taking a step back.

Without saying a word, he moved around to the back of her. Reaching behind her, he picked up the bath pouf that hung on the wall. He added a squirt of the thick iridescent purple body wash to it and began to tenderly wash her body. The simple act of cleansing his beloved toy drove home how deeply he loved her.

Paisley closed her eyes, her head lolling to the side as she enjoyed the softness of his touch. She turned slowly, moving her arms, allowing him to reach every inch of her body and rinsing the soapy bubbles away. Once he was finished, he washed her hair as well. Now that she was fully clean, he kissed her lips softly and told her to go dry off and get dressed. A task she readily completed leaving him alone to finish his shower.