Teaching a Lesson
Date: 26.01.2010
Keywords: Teaching, a, Lesson,
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We had been in a relationship long enough to begin to find it just a little too settled. Everything was losing its shine and things seem to be much more mundane than even two weeks ago.
I remembered a conversation that we'd had about fantasies and what we would like to have happen sometime, but had never had the courage to ask for it. I couldn't see letting our life together get old and boring so I resolved to do something about it as I remembered one particular fantasy that I thought I could make happen without too much planning.
As you dressed, I reminded you that we had a "thing" to go to the next evening and to make sure that you were home in plenty of time. I was letting you know now, so you could get done some of the smaller things on the job today that wouldn't have to be done later. I saw you looking a little perplexed when you could not remember the plans that had been made. I let it pass.
I did some essential shopping for my little fantasy. I bought stockings with the seam up the back, you know the kind that makes your cock remember to stand up and take notice. Along with those I bought a new belt and bra. Being the basic kind a lady I am, I remembered that black goes with everything.
I also bought some sinfully red lipstick and co-ordinated nail polish. Just the thing to make the black pop a bit. To add to the effect some nice gold jewelry and a knock-em dead pair of red high-heeled shoes. Oh and a brand new hairbrush with a lovely wide head all done up in cool brushed gold toned metal.
I was set I had everything that we would need for your first fantasy. And I think if the truth be told, it was one of mine too.
You got home late from work because you were trying to get things done so tomorrow would be a short day. Throughout the day you said you had tried to remember what this thing was tomorrow but you just couldn't remember us planning on going anywhere.
"Darling, "I said. "We talked about this a month ago, and we both decided that it was something we should attend. It will help you at the job and will get you some more exposure to people who might be interested in hiring you." How could you argue with that statement? Your fledgling company was something you were very proud of and you knew that I had some people that could help you.
"OK, I don't remember this party, but I know that you are trying to help me so I'll go, I just wish I didn't have to prance around in front of people and sale my self and my company to get job's."
My heart went out to you, but I understood what you meant. " You won't have to do it very long, just land one person from this crowd and you will have other's falling all over themselves to get to you. Trust me on this, baby, please"
You gathered me into your arms and kissed me. "I do trust you. And that is one of the things that makes it so frustrating to me, you are always right, and then I feel badly that I ever doubted you in the first place."
"Don't feel like that, there are times when I am sure that I will not have the right answer and that I will fail you in someway, just remember that I am on your side and only want you to be happy."
I kissed you and we found better things to do.
I spent the day getting ready for the evening. Cleaning the bedroom and re-arranging some furniture so the room would be just right for what I had planned. I set some candles around and some fresh flowers too. You are learning to live with the frou-frou stuff, as you call it. But lately you have been admitting that it does alter the mood and set the tone for the moment.
I love that about you, you aren't so set in your ways that you must always have things a certain way. You are willing to let me be who I am and you don't feel emasculated when I make choices that affects both of us. And that even though some people see me as a bitch, to you I am ultra feminine and completely a lady. You treat me with respect and gentleness, always.
I take a wonderful bubble bath and do my hair and nails. I have my make up on by the time you walk in the door of the bedroom. You notice the changes in the room.
"This looks nice arranged like this. It is more intimate this way." You say.
I get up and kiss you. Leading you to a newly positioned chair I push you back into it and hand you a cold drink. I want you to unwind a little and enjoy the show I am going to put on for you.
As you begin to sip at your drink, I sit down at the dressing table. I push the robe off of my shoulders and let it fall down my back a little. I have bared just enough of me to put lotion on my shoulders and neck. I pull the robe back up and then put one of my legs on the dressing bench. I put lotion into my hand and then onto my leg, lifting it up and smoothing the lotion all the way to my thigh. I repeat the process with my other leg. I notice that you are watching intently. I stand up and shrug out of the robe. I walk to the bed and throw the robe across it. I pull something off of the pile of clothing. It is a black lace panty, the kind that you had commented on when we watched the lingerie show the other night. I bend over, showing you a very lovely view of my ass as I draw the panties up my legs. I turn around when they are at my upper thighs. You notice that I have shaved all of my pubic hair. Something you have wanted me to do for a while. You make as to get up but I put a hand on your shoulder to hold you in the chair.
"Darling, would you put lotion on my back for me?" I ask.
You shake your head and set your drink on the floor. I get the lotion from my dressing table and come back to the chair. I know that you think I will sit on the floor so you can put it on, but I push your legs apart and sit in what is left of your lap, making sure that I wiggle around. I hear the hitch in your breath and feel your excitement. I hand you the lotion over my shoulder giving you no time to begin anything. You pour some lotion onto your hand and then take your time rubbing it onto my back. Large circular, soothing motions. Eventually you begin to rub up and down my ribcage, moving your hands further and further to the front. I allow you your way and lean back onto your chest as you begin to knead my breasts. You begin to twist and pull on my nipples, something that you know I love. But I move your hands away and stand up.
"We don't have time for that, go take your shower we have to be there in an hour." I said as I walked back to the dressing table and sat down. You sigh and get undressed. I watch you as you move into the bathroom to grab a shower.
While you are in the shower I apply a favorite scent; one that I know you enjoy and associate with the first time we made love. I put on the new bra, something that I have not worn before, a shelf bra that cradles my breasts and lets the nipples peek out of some very soft lace. There is a large expanse of my chest that is bare. I don't want you to miss my nipples, so I pick up the new red lipstick and apply some to my nipples, rubbing it into them and making them a striking red contrast to the black lace. When you look you will see two luscious berries lying on a bed of black lace. Satisfied with the effect I move on to the garter belt and fasten it into place.
I hear the water shut off and soon you are walking out of the bathroom toweling yourself dry. You are just about to speak when you look at me and find me just putting on the first stocking. My leg is bent at the knee and I am just slipping the foot onto mine. As I extend my leg, I pull the stocking up until I have it all the way up in the front, still siting there I fasten the front to the garter. I gather the next one up and do the same thing. I stand up and move across the room to the mirror. I turn and look to see if my stocking seams are straight. I sneak a peek at you and notice that even though you managed to get yourself under control in what I am sure was a cold shower, you have now become rock hard.
I look at you now and say, "I need some help. Would you mind fastening the garters in the back so I don't mess up the seam? " I love the look on your face. It is one of sheer ecstasy and lust and I know that you are falling right in with my plans. You come over and go down on your knees. You slip some fingers under the top of the stocking to get a grip and then you catch the garter end with the other hand after you get that done you place a kiss on the back of my leg just where my leg and ass meet. You repeat the process with the other one. Then you try to turn me around so you can kiss my mound through the panties, but I push you so you have to reach back to use your hands to stop from tumbling onto your back. " I already told you no, we don't have time for that, if you keep this up I will make you regret it."
I have never threatened you with anything so you think that I am playing. You get up off your knees and come toward me as I bend over to slip the red high heels onto my feet. I hear you groan as you see them and my ass sticking up in open invitation. You grab my hips and run your cock up and down the crack in my ass, enjoying the feel of the silk against the hardness of your cock. I feel pre cum as it is absorbed into the panties.
I push your hands away from me and turn around, you think that I am ready to let you have what you want and you think nothing of it when you feel me running my hand down your chest to you penis. I cup your balls and pull down on them until you wince.
"Do I have your attention now?" I ask.
You shake your head yes because you can not speak for fear of your voice breaking. I move my hand up even though I still have a firm grasp on your balls. I walk to the dressing table and you have no choice but to follow me. You can not see what I pick up because my body blocks your view. Whatever I have picked up I hold it down to my side so you can't see and then I turn and pull you along to the chair. I sit down and some of the pressure is taken off of your scrotum because I am sitting lower than they are.
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Keywords: Teaching, a, Lesson,