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E069: Monday night
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E069: Monday night Donald and Emma step into the clawfoot tub, but first stand and try to rinse most of the remains of their food off them with the sprayer. They pull the curtain around the tub, so they are now in their own rosy world. When all the drips from their games run down the drain, and the water is nice and warm, they sit on the sides of the tub as it fills three-quarters way up. Only then do they lower themselves into the warm, relaxing water. Donald behind her, they begin to slowly, carefully wash each other to make them fully clean again. They wash each other’s hair, as some of the food has gotten in their hair too. They drain some of the water and fill it with hot water again two or three times. It is over an hour until they climb from the tub. Towel drying each other thoroughly they brush each other’s hair a little to let air dry. It is now mid-June, so it takes no time for it to dry. They patter to the kitchen and begin to grill the steaks, make a salad, and fry some potatoes. They work companionably together fixing the meal. Suddenly, all of this seems so right. Donald opens a bottle of wine, and they carry the food into the dining room to eat. As they do, Donald comments, “Emma, I know you plan to get rid of all your furniture, but would you consider us taking this dining room table and hutch to my house? You know there is plenty of room for it, and after spending our first meal here together at it, and now today, I would like a reminder of your home, and perhaps you need some remembrances also.” Emma blushes as she realizes where he is suggesting at his house is where she stood and waited for him if not in the bedroom. She replies, “Yes, I think I would like that. Would you like me to bring the china and silver also?” Donald tells her that would be a nice idea too. When they finish eating, and Emma puts the plates on the mahogany cart to wheel back into the kitchen, Donald grabs her from behind and swings her up on the table, so she is lying on her back pretty much in the center of this large table. As Donald crawls up between her legs, he tells her, “Since this is going to be a part of our home now, I think we should declare it truly ours.” He presses his hard cock into her. The quickness of all this happening makes Emma shriek out with joy. Donald feels how wet she is, as wet as he is hard. He begins a regular deep thrust in and out of her. They both are panting and wailing as they climb to the apex. They crash together, Donald shooting so much into Emma, and Emma dripping down his shaft and balls. They begin laughing together just at the<b> sheer </font></b>silliness in which they have just indulged. Donald tells her to stay there, and he will get a towel to clean them up some. When he returns with the towel, wiping her and him, and then the remains on the table, Emma gleefully says, “Well that might be a good polish for this table.” Then after a moment continues, “I wonder how many times my parents did this same thing?” Which sets them both off in a bout of laughing until tears run down their faces. The idea of this furniture now being in their home, to help her remember the good about her parents, and keep ties with her past causes a warm glow to spread over Donald. He now wants to do anything he can to make Emma happy. “Emma, is there anything else you would like to bring to our home too?” Donald asks her. She thinks for a moment, and replies, “No, I really don’t think so. I would rather we can use the the rest of the furniture raises for us to have new things our home.” And then she is inspired, “Donald, I would like to spend some of it, if you would agree, to build a small pool for us to swim and in. We could have a cover on it when cooler in the winter and opened in the warmer weather.” Donald lifts her off the table and hugs her tight, remembering what fun they have had together in the water and replies, “I think that would be an excellent addition to our home, but I don’t want you to spend your on it. We will do it, but don’t you worry about the costs.” They almost have their first argument then when Emma replies that she wants to contribute to the household and share in the expenses. She suddenly seems rather stubborn about this. Donald laughs, spanks her cheeks a couple of times and asks, “Is someone arguing with me? Are you going to throw a tantrum? Do you need a spanking?” And then continues, “But yes, if it means so much to you, we can share the expenses.” Emma with a twinkle in her eye from his suggestion says, “Maybe I do need to be taught to be a good girl and not disagree with you.” Donald sniggers in reply and tells her perhaps she should get upstairs to her parents’ bedroom then right away. Emma titters and starts up the stairs. In her parents’ room, Donald goes to her father’s chest and fiddles with one of the small drawers on top. He finds the secret latch to open it and is rewarded with what he finds. He knew it had to be there. He turns to Emma with a wooden hairbrush and a leather paddle. Actually, it is the leather paddle and hairbrush Edward used on Charlotte when needed. As Emma stands there watching what Donald has discovered she gasps and asks how he knew where it would be. Donald replied, “I knew your father would never get rid of them for all the joy they brought them both so I figure he would hide it in one of these special drawers. Now come over to the couch, my bad girl, and over my knees.” Emma quickly complies. Once settled, feeling his cock and balls near her slit, she wiggles a bit, which brings four fast spanks to her cheeks. “You need to hold still, don’t be jiggling around,” he admonishes her. But he loves the feeling it gives to his prick. He begins to hand spank her for a while, slowly with measured strokes for her to fully enjoy the impact of each one. As her ass turns pinker, he feels her beginning to drip down on him. Yes, he knows she is enjoying this as much as he is, and it really is not a punishment but a different level of . “Emma, which do you want me to use first on my bad girl’s bottom, the hairbrush or the leather paddle?” Donald asks her with a chuckle. “Sir, whatever you feel is the best, in order for me to learn to behave,” she replies. Donald almost cums at her answer; while this is more or less between them, she is willing to submit back to the subservient role. The ‘sir’ comment caps it off. He picks up the leather paddle and begins to spank her cheeks and upper thighs over and over, moving all around each cheek to make sure every inch is spanked. She cries out more in joyful arousal than pain as she drips more and more on him. His cock and balls are totally covered with her juices, some even running down to pool around his anus. He keeps up the strokes with the paddle for several minutes. “Emma, are you going to be my good girl from now on and not argue?” he asks her. With tears running down her cheeks and her legs now thrashing, Emma promises her Sir that she will be good. Donald replies, “Well, just to be sure; I think a little brush time is needed.” He is hard as a rock, and he is not sure how much longer he can continue until he needs to be up inside his sweet girl. But he picks up the hairbrush and runs the sharp bristles around and around her red ass cheeks and thighs. Emma moans with a strange mixture of pain and arousal. She is not ready for him to stop, but feeling his condition below her, she knows this will not last much longer. As Emma feels the first smack of the brush on both her cheeks she arches, moans, and begins to . Donald, knowing what is needed now to bring her to the best climax, continues to spank her over and over as she thrashes and squirms and cries out in lust. It is a wonderful feeling. When she calms some, Donald slows the spanks, then stops, and rubs her ass for a few minutes. In a very hoarse voice now, Donald tells her to go and bend over the foot rail of the bed. She quickly does as told. Donald comes up behind her, spreading her legs to enjoy both the rosiness of her ass cheeks and the dripping from her cunt. He holds her hands firmly above her head and presses into her wet and awaiting vag. Oh, it feels so good to be home. The heat of her spanked ass against his mons and lower stomach sends spasms through his whole body. Donald can feel her trembling also as she begins to clutch at his prick with the sides of her vag over and over. Both want this to last but know they are in a state again where it won’t, that long. They manage to fuck for several minutes though before both cry out as they . Their wetness again mingles. Donald has Emma climb up on the bed on her knees, legs spread, and he takes his time licking her clean from behind. It feels so wonderful to Emma, she moans over and over and actually comes one more time. Finally, both exhausted from all of today’s , they climb in under the covers, Donald holding her as she rests her head on his chest. They talk quietly about different things. They talk about tomorrow arranging to have the auction house in to remove most the furniture, so tonight is the last night they will ever spend here. Then, to arrange for floor finishers, painters to brighten up the place, getting a company in to remove the rest of anything remaining and clean. And of course, movers to bring the dining set to their house. They discuss all these things and talk about a timeline for it all to happen and getting her house up for sale. Donald tells her there is no reason to rush things, to take the time to get things ready in the best way. But what is clear to them both, is that as of tomorrow, Emma will be living with him from now on. And with that thought in mind, they both fall asleep. |
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