thinking-mans-submissive: High School Sweethearts Part Two“So how’s the missus?&rdq
thinking-mans-submissive: High School Sweethearts Part Two“So how’s the missus?” Trevor and Michael smirked over their heaping plates of linguine at Jared’s thinly veiled attempt to get a reaction from Kyle, but He was taking it all in stride. After high school, Kyle had determined to live His life unashamedly and He’d naturally gravitated towards like-minded people. Trevor, Mike, and Jared were your typical Alpha-bros: loud, obnoxious, and rippling with muscle and testosterone. They weren’t gay, but they held a similar world view of male dominance and superiority and had been very accepting of Kyle and Matt’s unique relationship. In fact, Kyle wondered if they weren’t a little too interested, and He made sure never to leave them alone with Matt.“She’s out shoppin’,” Kyle replied, looking Jared straight in the eye. Jared smiled at the other guys who’d gone quiet. “No shit! You let him out with that shiner?”Without missing a beat, Kyle responded confidently and calmly, “Why not. She’s proud of it, so why should I care?”But Kyle wasn’t exactly proud of it, of what He’d done. His sweet little girl had very purposefully challenged His authority and had pushed and pushed Him, despite His warnings and attempt to extract Himself from her little tantrum. He’d lost His temper and was more than a little ashamed of His lack of self-control. But a hard slap followed by a quick right hook had had a most unexpected result. As soon as it happened, Matt’s temperament and demeanor changed instantly. Matt cowered on the floor, crumpled and defeated. And quiet. It was the quiet that had unnerved Kyle the most, not the cut across Matt’s lips or the bruise on his face. Kyle stood motionless, His chest heaving, His face twisted in anger, and His fist still clenched when suddenly Matt rushed to Him across the floor. Matt clung to Kyle’s legs and then pulled himself up to bury his tear-stained face in Kyle’s crotch, blabbering almost incoherently, “I’m so sorry, Daddy! I’m so, so sorry!” There was anguish in His little girl’s voice, but Kyle also detected joy and immense relief, as though she’d desperately needed something that only He could provide, something she couldn’t explain or ask for or maybe even understand. Kyle flinched when Matt leaned back and reached for His zipper, but He didn’t stop him. Matt fumbled desperately to open His pants and release His cock and was soon sucking Him as though his life depended upon it, slobbering and taking Him to the root. It was obscene, shameful, and debasing. And Kyle loved it. So this is what His little girl needs to feel safe and loved, He thought. A good beating. He would apologize later, not for hitter her, but for hitter her out of anger. Her behavior had been purposefully provoking and deserved an immediate response. But He would never let her control and manipulate Him like that again. He wasn’t quite sure how He was going to punish her, nor could He contemplate it with all the blood rushing from His head to His cock. Matt had impaled himself on Kyle’s swollen cock, with his nose buried in Kyle’s thick, wiry bush. Matt was still clinging to Him as though He might kick him away. Despite Matt’s choking and gagging, he refused to let up. And Kyle’s anger was giving him a particular red-hot need to watch him suffer. Kyle intentionally refused to touch or comfort Matt. Until recently, she’d been the perfect little housewife: cooking, cleaning, washing and ironing Kyle’s clothes, massaging His feet, and being respectful deferential to His authority. And Kyle never missed a chance to pet and fondle her to make her feel loved and protected. But shortly after He’d returned Matt’s car keys and allowed her to venture outside unescorted, He started to notice a subtle change in her attitude. Apparently Matt’s newly regained independence had triggered old habits and ways of thinking. Whatever the cause, after their confrontation, Kyle determined He would give His good girl whatever she needed to find her way back to contentment and happiness. And if that meant harsh punishment and discipline then so be it.But that alone would be too simple a solution to a more complex issue. She needed more; they both did. Kyle realized that every good wife needs a firm hand - craves it, in fact. Clearly, Matt’s maintenance spankings weren’t enough. Kyle had never held back when having sex with His girl; He was rough, demanding, and insatiable. It was time to explore both their needs for more. -- source link