Therapy Session

She just feels too good around me. Her short trimmed pubic hair presses warmly against the base of my cock and nuzzles my tight scrotum. My hard cock extends up her canal swelling and throbbing in preparation for my immanent release. I entered her just seconds ago in a single thrust. She was wet from foreplay but hadn't yet orgasmed. Her vagina lovingly squeezes me and encourages my seed to spill into her. I want to wait; to prolong our coupling and last as long as the porn stars as they make their starlets writhe orgasmically until they are begging him to cum on their faces. 

I can't last today and, honestly, I almost never can. I barely move--withdrawing slightly--and I feel the inevitable point-of-no-return upon me and I freeze for a moment. But I can't  hold still and my need takes over. I thrust back in and moan a soft "no" into her neck as I pump my semen deep into her. She pats and strokes my back as I indulge my carnal need and fulfill my evolutionary duty attempting to impregnate my mate. 

My orgasm is wonderful, draining, and and perfect. The feeling of my semen being involuntarily pumped through my narrow opening is as it should be. The process of copulation is completed in seconds as every drop is forced out. Something inside me is relieved by the emptiness. The tension is released. The act is done. I have performed my biological duty and am rewarded with a flood of good feelings, love for my spouse, and sudden desire to rest. 

All would have been perfect in the universe except for the object of my love and desire below me lying frustrated beneath my weight. Her need remains and though she would claim that it was not unpleasant, clearly her experience was inferior to mine. After many such experiences, I no longer could stand the guilt of being such a poor lover. We have an agreement now and though she claims it is unnecessary, I made her swear to enforce the rules. 

"Was that nice, baby?" she asks tenderly. I just nod into her shoulder. "You came so fast. It must have felt very good. It felt like a lot too." I keep nodding trying to enjoy the moment knowing that it was not going to last much longer. 

"Today," she continues, "I think I would prefer to be on top. When you are ready, OK?" I moaned. None of this sounded like a good idea but I had to comply. I climbed off letting my softening cock slip out of her. The cold air felt shocking against my wet member especially considering the soft, warm, and very wet place he had just been. 

I rolled over and she was up in a flash not wanting any of my fluids to drip out and mess up the sheets. She faced the headboard straddling my head and as she lowered herself down to be serviced by me, I saw the white of the load that I had deposited start to leak out. Before I could protest, she was pressed against my mouth and I was tasting our combined secretions. I don't like the taste of what I produce or the texture. When I am aroused, this doesn't seem like a bad idea but as soon as I've had my release, this is just an unpleasant chore. 

I did my best to please her and was successful at not only bringing her to what appeared to be an excellent and powerful orgasm, but I am sure that she was sparkly clean when I was done. As she spasmed around my tongue, I started to enjoy myself a little and even felt my little guy swell-up just a bit. I certainly wasn't at the point of having a serviceable erection yet but it was promising. 

She calmed down and climbed off of my face to take a kneeling position beside me as she gathered herself. One look at my face, and she started to laugh, however. Apparently, I was a slimy mess which tickled her. She glanced down as well and saw my member at half-mast. "Not quite ready to try again, huh?" she mocked. 

"No, but soon I think," I said hopefully. 

"Well, what should we do while we wait? Hmmm?" she pretended to think. "I know, why don't we give you a nice spanking with your favorite hairbrush," she said exuberantly. 

"But, didn't I do a good job?" I whined. 

"Pretty good, I guess," she smiled. "But you know that doesn't really matter, does it? Now, go get the brush," she commanded. 

During my walk to the closet and back, she had taken my spot on the bed with herself propped up by the headboard. She reached out her right hand for the brush while patting her lap with her left. She is a small woman, thin and pale with small perky breasts. She was so pretty like that but still my little guy wasn't completely erect. 

I climbed over her lap and let myself down so that my swollen penis rested between her thighs. It felt good and I think I mustered a little more hardness. Then the cold wood of the brush was tapping my cheeks and I braced for what was to come. 

As far as I am concerned, there is no such thing as a mild hairbrush spanking. I know she didn't start out hard but it stung right from the beginning. I was a wimp about the whole thing and took it very poorly like I usually do. There was kicking, wiggling, and all sorts of protest noises as she reddened by bottom. I don't ever really cry but I do feel sorry for myself whenever she spanks me. Sometimes if I am aroused and excited enough, it feels good to hump her thighs but I wasn't hard enough yet for it to feel really good. I tried though and it gave me something to concentrate on but didn't stimulate me enough to make me forget about the fire she was producing on my bottom. 

"Think you are ready to try and fuck me like a real man now?" she asked during a pause in the spanking. 

"Yes, yes, I'll try," I answered right away. 

"Try?" she asked and started spanking again. "I don't need you to try. I need you to perform like a man this time. You may only cum after I have at least once. Control. You need self-control." 

"Ow, ow, ow," I protested. "I promise I will do it right," I blurted out. 

She slowed down but didn't stop. "You better this time," she said punctuating each word of the the sentence with hard cracks of the brush. "OK, get up and let's see if your little guy is ready for the challenge." 

I didn't want my bottom in danger any longer so I popped up as fast as I could. My "little guy" was only partially erect though clearly swollen and engorged. The head was wet from leaking pre-cum and probably post-cum like the little guy had been crying during the spanking as well. We both inspected him and my dangling testicles for a moment while I knelt beside her. 

I was a sniveling shell of a man with my ineffectual member dangling at half-mast, my bright red bottom stinging behind me, and chastised puppy-dog look on my downcast face. "Well, it is what it is, I guess," my wife said with a little resigned sigh. The disappointment in her voice cut me and I felt myself wanting to cry. 

"I, um, I'm not ready yet," I whispered. "I <hic> please spank me some more. I'm sorry for not being the husband you deserve," I said softly holding back as best I could but felt a tear escape and roll down my face. 

"OK, baby, let's spank some more," she said like a mother to her little boy. She guided me gently over her lap again, tapped the wood to my already stinging bottom, and when she took it away as she raised her arm to deliver the necessary impact, pain, and punishment her little boy deserved, I wiggled my bottom back and forth and felt it jiggle like it was already swollen. 

Crying during a spanking really doesn't come naturally to me. There are so many things happening that for some reason the tears rarely come. The shame I felt made this one different. It felt like she really was disappointed in me and when the spanking started, each spank contained some of her anger and disappointment. The tears came suddenly and surprised me. I was already ashamed of my pre-mature ejaculation, having to taste my own ejaculate, being spanked the first time, and then needing to be spanked even more. I went limp over her lap only kicking the bed a little and grabbing at the comforter. The sound of my own crying and sobbing filled the room. 

She let me have a good cry encouraging me along with the brush alternating painful spanks on my bottom cheeks. All the while she rubbed my back like when she did when I orgasmed earlier and said soothingly and softly, "its OK, baby, let it all out," over and over. 

She stopped when it was clear the fight was gone and I was cried out. "There, there," she cooed, "All better now?" I just nodded. "Good, now, I want you to hump my legs a little so that you pee-pee gets nice and hard so that you can put it back into my pussy and make me happy. Think you can do that?" I nodded vigorously. "I'm going to give you spanks right here," she said tapping the brush right on my lower crack, "until you get it up." It didn't sound like a question but I nodded anyway and started humping her legs. 

It wouldn't have taken too long rubbing my penis against her soft warm thighs for me to get hard but every time I reared back, she spanked me right over my bottom hole causing the burn to reach a new sensitive place. I would slam down to escape that spank and shove my penis between her thighs only to be rewarded by a hard spank on my clenched bottom. It was so difficult to focus on the task at hand but she softly rubbed my back and seductively chanted, "that's my good boy. Time to get all big and hard for me. I want you in my pussy. Come on baby, let's get big and hard so you can give your wife a good fucking. Imagine how good it will feel when I cum all around that big cock of yours. You'll be so proud that you made me cum. Won't that be nice? It'll be so nice to make love to your wife like a real man. You'll get to pound me so hard my fillings will rattle. Come on, baby, just a little harder. Ooo, I feel it getting hard between my thighs. Does that feel good? Yeah, I bet it does. Just a little more. Oh so, hard. OK, get up; time to fuck me!" 

I was up in a flash. She flipped over with the brush still in her hand and assumed the position of a wanton woman in heat: on her knees, ass in the air, spread revealing her gaping labia lips and pink pucker between perfect pale cheeks, and with her face pressed against the bed. I got behind her and though I was hard, I wasn't rock hard. Tears were still in my eyes making the world a little watery and my nose was sniffly from my cry. I plunged into her and even a little less than fully erect, I sank to the hilt. She moaned in acceptance. 

I took her. That is the only way to describe it. Our first coupling of the night was making love like if we were trying to conceive a baby. This was primal fucking. I tried to pound her into the headboard. It wasn't long before she was convulsing on the bed making low sounds from deep in her throat as she came. I grabbed her hips tighter and moved her over my now rock hard cock. She gripped the comforter and seemed to just hold her breath. She told me later that it was just waves of a long single orgasm. I wanted to hear her beg for me to stop which she might have done had I not felt my own orgasm building. My stinging bottom was forgotten, my tears dried, and the little boy was all grown up as I pumped my seed into her again. We froze in place feeling my member pulsating inside her seemingly in time with the contractions of her quivering vaginal walls. 

Then it was perfectly complete and both of us gasped for air. I slipped from her and quickly began to shrink as I rolled onto my back on the bed cringing as the sting reawakened when my bottom pressed into the mattress  She flopped over on her side bringing her legs together trapping my spend inside. The room smelled of our sex. I pulled her close and then on top of me. She straddled me and I felt the warm fluid drip from her onto my flaccid penis. We dozed off and awoke an hour later. As she snuggled into my neck, I hugged her tight. Her hair in my face, breasts pressed against my chest, perfect ass in my hands, I found myself getting hard. As I slowly entered her that third time, she moaned her approval.