"You want me to taste you, wife?"
I nodded and the air was almost knocked out of me when he wrapped his hand tightly against my throat and our faces stayed just inches apart, our breaths washing against our faces.
"Words, my sweet"
"Y-Yes!" It was a faint but desperate word.
"How I wish I could say no to that"
I gave him a look, anything but that, I do not want him to starve both of us right now... just simply because he wants to punish me.
"I haven't done anything for you to punish me, husband," I said with the sweetest voice I could muster and a loud smack sound echoed around the patio and I gasped.
He has spank me, and it was quite stimulating, how shameless of me. And with a delicious smirk on his lips, he knew just what he had done and he was almost proud to see such a surprise look from me.
