Page 1 of Punishing Her

Chapter One

Ilooked at the time on my cell phone and hissed. It is still another three hours and some minutes before my husband, Kyle, is home from work. The wait is killing me as my vagina drips with my juice. What I feel is beyond what I can explain other than if Kyle doesn't come home in another couple of minutes, I will take things into my own hands.

Kyle knows that my libido rages more than many people's, and it has taken only his penis to keep me sane. But before I met Kyle, had sex with him, and felt comfortable marrying him, I had Henry – a dildo named after my ex, who had a reputation for high-octane sexual performance.

But Henry wasn’t anything close to what Kyle is to me. He was my first guy, and when he left the country and asked me to move on, I knew my world would come to a standstill. Then, the dildo took his place.

As weird as it seemed, I took my time to get a dildo like Henry’s penis. It was big, long, and straight with a cylindrical bulbous head. So, Henry, the dildo, reminded me of my ex and had often taken Kyle’s place whenever he was unavailable.

Kyle had used Henry to stimulate me on a few occasions, but that has become few and far between because my husband hated sharing me with an object. It was his view about the dildo that made me hide its history from him.

If Kyle knew why I named the plastic male member Henry, he would have taken it from me and punished me for cheating. But I do not think having Henry around in my closet is cheating as I no longer had any emotions toward my ex. Moreover, sex with Kyle was a whole new experience beyond what my ex had ever done.

“Promise me you will not play with Henry,” Kyle said as he was about to leave in the morning.

“Okay,” I responded. My eyes were heavy after spending most of the night on the horse and with Kyle’s dick in my pussy. Before he left for work, I was too sleepy to hear everything he said.

“I need you to listen to me and respond to show me that you hear and understand what I have said," Kyle said, apparently conscious that I didn’t hear or understand him well enough to give an understandable response.

"I want to sleep. I am tired. Your dick was in my holes all night, and I wonder where your strength comes from to hit me that hard, deep, and for such a long time,” I said to him.

My eyes were almost shut, and I couldn't see beyond Kyle's face. But the little of him I saw was like a man under the influence – his eyes equally heavy, except I wasn't seeing him very well, and his nose, ears, and lips looked bigger than they used to be.

"I am tired too. Yet, I will be at work soon, and I dare not sleep. You will have the whole day to sleep. I need you to let me know you understand what I have said,” Kyle emphasized.

I understood why he had to ensure I got his message. It had nothing to do with me trying to sleep. It was all about Kyle’s inability to make me come throughout the night. I was wet and slippery, and I enjoyed his cock hitting the crevices of my vagina, but he didn't hit me hard and long enough in the same spot to make my fountain burst.

Kyle liked it when I squirted. It gives him a sense of fulfillment that he has done what a man should do to a woman he loves. I love to squirt too, and Kyle has been the only man who makes my pussy rain from sex. But tonight, he failed, and it hurt him.

I nod at Kyle, but he wants verbal assurance.

“I need you to say that you understand me. No playing with Henry until I return to finish what I started," he said with a stern look that sent fear into me.

“No playing with Henry,” I responded.

Kyle kissed me and smacked my butt as he left. My hand was still on the spot that his large palm hit my bum when he stopped at the doorway and warned me, “Disobedience attracts severe punishment," and shut the door.

The bang on the door leaves me wondering what kind of punishment Kyle has in mind if I disobey him. I cannot preempt Kyle, and I didn’t allow the thought of his punishment to bother me. I have tried to be a good girl to him since I met him almost three years ago. I pledged my commitment to him since we married eighteen months ago.

I blanket myself on the bed and soon fall asleep. Later in the afternoon, I was up and felt alive. But there is one problem. Whether it was because Kyle mentioned Henry or not, I am horny and want Kyle’s curved dick to dig into me. My hole is hot and slippery, and I am restless.

Kyle’s warning not to pleasure myself under any circumstance rings in my head. I look at the time and realize I still have another three hours to wait. It may even be more if Kyle hangs out with his work buddies before coming. I dip a finger in my pussy, and my body is covered with goosebumps. I am slippery wet.

The clock began to tick slowly in my mind. I thought of Kyle's warning, thinking I would be this horny before he would be home if he knew that. I turn on the bed as I wish to have sex.

I don't know how long I will hold out as my vagina drips on my folds. After having sex throughout the night, I am not expected to be this horny, but it is happening to me now, and I am in danger of disobeying Kyle. If I had squirted during the night session, I mightn't be horny now.

All that does not matter as my body shakes and the nerves in my vagina contract and lets out my juice. I am in perfect condition to squirt, but Kyle will not return until another two and a half hours – around 6 p.m.

I leave the bed and walk around the house, trying to distract my emotions from the sexual desire that has filled my body and mind. But it turns out that my folds rub against each other as I move my legs, sending sweetness to my brain. I love what I feel with every step I take, and I want more, even though I think it will be stupid to keep walking because of that.

Moreover, my folds rubbing against each other makes me want sex all the more. I take my phone and want to call Kyle before remembering his rule against calling him at work, except it is an emergency. I have never called him as I have no emergency to report.

Is being horny an emergency for my husband? Will it be for any other man? The answer is obvious. I drop the phone on the chair in the living room as I stand by the window. I am warm and wet, and only Kyle's penis can quiet the rage inside my body.

But in Kyle's absence, I take to Henry. I remember his warning not to use Henry to pleasure myself. But I would rather have his severe punishment than let myself continue to drip and wait for him. I lay on the chaise lounge and spread my legs as wide as possible. Then, I flicked the switch on and placed the dildo on the entrance of my vagina.

I let it vibrate against my clitoris, and I imagine it is Kyle licking me, even though the device will not stop until I remove it, unlike him acting on my reaction. The feeling is heavenly, and gently, I let Henry into my wet hole. I cried and moaned at the same time.

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