“So, did you enjoy the trip?” Mister asked. I blushed and nodded, saying, Very much, Sir.” He laughed as he lifted our suitcase out of the trunk. I wobbled a bit following him into the house. He noticed and laughed again. I grinned.

“Clara!” my mother in law crooned. “You look positively glowing! I can see my son is treating you well.” I blushed, sipped my wine, and agreed. I couldn’t possibly not agree! Mister treated me just like I wanted to be treated!! “He is. Very.” I smiled at my husband. “That’s wonderful, dear. Now, we just need a few little ones running around to make all of our lives complete! Still no luck?”

I rolled my eyes and felt the heat rise in my body. June KNEW I couldn’t conceive. When we were first married, we had tried, but had been told my three doctors that I was infertile. We had considered adopting, but decided against it. In truth, not every couple needed children to be happy! Besides, Mister’s brother and sister-in-law had four children – plenty to appease June’s need for grandchildren. “No, June. No luck. There will never been ‘luck’. We will never have children,” I baldly stated bringing about an awkward silence. I blushed again, embarrassed at my outburst. Mister draped his arm around me and said, “Mom, give it a rest, okay? Besides, I want to hear about your book club.” Mister always knew how to support me and placate his mother at the same time. I knew I’d be really in for it when we were alone, but in public, Mister never scolded.

Sure enough, the just after lunch Mister excused us both saying we were still a bit tired. Once in our room, I stripped out of my clothing without being told. “Hands on the footboard.” I obeyed, knowing I deserved whatever he decided. To my relieve, he removed the plug. “That was completely uncalled for,” he began and continued to chastise me. However, instead of feeling his wrath, I felt a small bit of cream being rubbed onto each cheek. “This, my live is called a silent spanking. Now, kneel down and show your gratitude.” I felt nothing but did not question him. Besides, I LOVED showing my gratitude. I unzipped his trousers and took him in my mouth. His male scent filled my nostrils. My bottom was beginning to burn a bit and I looked up at him. He smirked down. “It’s Capsaicin, my mouthy slut. The burn will built for some time, reminding you to behave. Do not take your mouth from me until I come.” Oh. My. God. Did it EVER burn!! tears were flowing down my face and I was wiggling all over the place, but I followed orders and kept his cock in my mouth, sucking, licking, worshipping. I cradled and massaged his balls until he did, quite explosively, come. I worked to swallow all of it, then leaned my head against his lower stomach and cried. He helped me up, told me to go wash my face and dress again. He’d meet me downstairs.

The next few days progressed in much the same manner. Even when I was perfectly behaved, Mister made sure I remembered his hand. He used a pine bowed to fuck me until I came. Once more he administered a “silent” spanking. I swallowed his cum every morning. He fucked both my pussy and ass every night, coming in my ass, re-plugging me before we slept.

I have to admit, I haven’t enjoyed time with his family more!