by Jason Andrew
(8/16/06)
The most difficult aspect of being a working freelance writer is finding the time and space to write without disruption. This quandary is doubled if you are married to a woman with a nice plump ass. I was editing a story for an erotic fantasy anthology that I really wanted to appear in. It was the type of book that made the "best of" lists each year, and got you noticed by the right editors, and maybe opened enough doors to get a book deal. It was late Saturday afternoon on a rainy Seattle summer day. If I wanted to make the submission deadline, I had to finish that weekend.
I sat at my computer considering the proper word choices for describing a scene with the rebellious yet handsome goblin named Robin Goodfellow, aka the Puck, sodomizing a buxom red-haired Irish lass named Tessa. The inn-keeper had insulted Oberon, King of the Fairies, and Puck was taking it out upon the backside of his daughter. It wasn't Midsummer Night's Dream, but it was serviceable. If I managed to edit it properly, I thought it could be quite good.
My wife decided that this was the best possible moment to start poking me. It took a moment before I realized she was bent over rubbing her bare ass on me. She looked over her shoulder and grinned lovingly. She was completely naked. "Debbie, what do you think you are doing?" I asked, in a mock angry tone.
"When cats really like you, they rub their asses on you. So meow," Debbie said seductively and then purred.
"Honey, I really do need to finish this tonight," I protested.
"Can't you just finish that tomorrow?" Debbie asked sweetly.
I swatted her on the ass and she squealed. "Debbie, you know I can't. I have to work tomorrow on the project help files. This is my last day before I have to send it out."
"I'm horny," she complained, stating the obvious.
"I just need another hour. And then we'll see about your needs. But you have to promise to let me edit and finish this. And if you are a good girl, you'll get a reward," I said in my best fatherly voice.
"Yes, Daddy," Debbie promised.
It took a few moments before I could properly get my head back into editing. By the end of the story, the Puck was giving a good jolly rogering to the Queen while making snarky commentary to the servants about the state of the nation. Debbie brought me water a couple of times, but left me to my work. It took three hours for me to finish the story. The apartment was quiet. I looked for Debbie, but she had fallen asleep on our bed waiting for me while reading.
I knew just the proper way to reward her. I printed the story and took it into the bedroom. Debbie was a curvy, thick woman with large breasts. She woke giggling. "Shhh...I'm still working. You said you'd be quiet," I warned her.
I grabbed her by the ankles and dragged her closer to the edge of the bed. Gently, I maneuvered her ass into perfect spanking position. Eager, she yielded and tried to suppress her giggles. I placed the manuscript on her back. "You will be my beta reader," I explained. "You were a good girl, and so I'm going to reward you by reading this story to you. Of course, it comes with a price. If I notice a typo or have to stop to make a note, I'm going to have to spank your ass."
"But Daddy, I didn't write the story -- why should I be punished?" Debbie mock protested.
"I'm certainly not going to spank myself," I replied, and then gave her a good swat with the palm of my hand. She wiggled her ass appreciatively.
"Don't worry," I told her. "It's only sixty pages."
I read Debbie the first couple of paragraphs before I swatted her ass again. I continued reading while rubbing her softly. She spread her legs, giving me greater access, so I started rubbing the outside of her pussy. She moaned softly, not wanting me to stop. On the third page, I noticed an out of place comma, and so gave her a couple of good smacks to the ass. Debbie's only response was to purr.
As I started to read, she slipped her finger between her legs and started massaging her clit. I hadn't given her permission and considered swatting her again, but she had been good, so I let her get away with it. Instead, I started probing her pussy with two index fingers and circling her ass with my thumb. By page ten, Debbie was extremely wet and her entire body was flushed with excitement. By page fifteen, I stuck my thumb in her ass. Her breathing was heavy and she was writhing along with the thrusts of my arm. "Oh yeah," Debbie whimpered.
"Commentary on the story?" I asked, stopping.
"No Daddy," Debbie cried. "I'm loving this story."
"Good girl," I answered, and started probing her once again.
By the time we reached page twenty, I wanted a piece of the action. I unbuttoned my pants and let them fall to the floor. Still reading, I hopped on the bed and mounted her from behind. "Oh, Daddy," Debbie squealed.
My response was to swat her ass again. "Don't make me stop reading to you and have to send you to bed without your reward," I threatened her.
"Yes, Daddy,"" She answered obediently.
It was difficult to keep reading while thrusting in and out of her, but I somehow managed. She was so hot, and her pussy muscles were flexing so much that it was difficult not to just squirt right then and there, but I was determined to finish the story. I slowed my pace to one stroke per sentence. Debbie tried to wiggle more thrusts, but I cooled her off a bit with another spanking.
By page twenty-eight, I figured I could pick up a little speed and still finish. Debbie was ready, and pumped her ass in perfect rhythm with me. I was barely able to read "THE END" before unloading myself into her. I collapsed on top of her. After a few moments, Debbie excused herself to the bathroom, and I took the chance to take a little nap.
She woke me up an hour later with milk and cookies. "Thank you honey," I replied, kissing her.
"I used the track-changes feature to make my comments on your story. It's really good," Debbie revealed.
"When did you have the time?" I asked.
"While you were sleeping. I figured I should thank you for your reading," she answered coyly.
