…This is not how I had envisioned our harmonious renovating time as a couple. Simon shocked me by smacking me on the flank with a spackle paddle to shut me up.

“How dare you!” I said it like I was mortified but inside my body had responded to the snap of pain.

Simon read me like a book. Decades as a couple will do that. He smacked me again, but this time on the swell of my ass, The bite of pain shot through my faded thin cutoffs like they were nothing at all.

“Don’t’ be such a bitch, Marie,” he hissed and I had to shut my eyes at the swift swell of arousal I felt.

“Simon—”

“Shut up, Marie.” He hit me again, five short smacks with the metal tool and my hips arched back and I hung my head. “You have to calm the fuck down,” my husband said.

The debris all over the kitchen floor crackled and popped under his knees as he knelt behind me. He peeled his gym shorts down, rubbing the head of his cock over my shorts, my thighs. I could feel how hard he was and my pussy was so wet I thought I might cry…

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