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Thanks for letting me know you're enjoying this. It's very appreciated. I was watching a clip of Glenn Beck reacting to health care the other day in which he said he felt like the country had just been spanked. I busted out laughing, and talked back to him (because, in my world, televisions can hear you), and said, "Ha! You wish!"
Note: 6/6/10: This update was trashed and revised. See the revision here. I grayed out what I ultimately cut.
BRIAN'S POV
The truth about this--Justin's attraction to this aspect for your intimate life--whether it was about pain or pleasure or control or something else.... Well, you knew this Maintenance routine would ultimately flesh it out. By Tuesday night, he had plenty of tangible and intangible proof that you loved him and that you'd do anything to make sure he knew it. His love for you, you never doubt that, but it's nice to feel it reinforced in sweet and surprising ways--like the fact that by Friday night, he'd practically transformed himself into the perfect submissive..for you--spoiled rotten with a nice, sugary coating of recalcitrance. You drove home planning to disrupt your routine when you got in the door and take him out for a very nice dinner, but there he was, standing there just like he was supposed to be with a genuine smile on his face when you stepped inside. "I can't resist you in these pants," you told him as he walked over to the kitchen table. He bent over and pulled them down for you. You could feel your dick start to pulse in your pants. You spanked him with a wooden spoon for the fifth night in a row, and when it was over, he started to walk over to the corner like he'd been doing all week, but you stopped him, pulling him back. "You're not going to be the first one to come tonight," you told him as you unzipped your pants and shoved them down. You turned him around, kicked his legs apart, and told him to, "Sit." He was smart enough to know that meant, 'Bounce.'
You sent him to the corner when it was over and went upstairs to get clothes for him to wear to dinner. When you came back down, he hadn't moved. You kneeled down behind him and praised him for not making a mess all over the floor, and then you plugged him and made him get dressed. It was delightful seeing him stuff his hard on back in his pants.
JUSTIN'S POV
You wondered if you had actual reservations because he wouldn't leave the house for the longest time, pressing you up against the wall, fingering your cock inside your underwear, kissing you and telling you what a, "Good, good boy," you were.
"For you," you said, "For you."
"And good boys come after dinner."
"Do I have to be that good?"
He laughed in your ear, and the molestation was over.
For the moment.
Maintenance 5 Revised
Thanks for letting me know you're enjoying this. It's very appreciated. I was watching a clip of Glenn Beck reacting to health care the other day in which he said he felt like the country had just been spanked. I busted out laughing, and talked back to him (because, in my world, televisions can hear you), and said, "Ha! You wish!"
Note: 6/6/10: This update was trashed and revised. See the revision here. I grayed out what I ultimately cut.
BRIAN'S POV
The truth about this--Justin's attraction to this aspect for your intimate life--whether it was about pain or pleasure or control or something else.... Well, you knew this Maintenance routine would ultimately flesh it out. By Tuesday night, he had plenty of tangible and intangible proof that you loved him and that you'd do anything to make sure he knew it. His love for you, you never doubt that, but it's nice to feel it reinforced in sweet and surprising ways--like the fact that by Friday night, he'd practically transformed himself into the perfect submissive..for you--spoiled rotten with a nice, sugary coating of recalcitrance. You drove home planning to disrupt your routine when you got in the door and take him out for a very nice dinner, but there he was, standing there just like he was supposed to be with a genuine smile on his face when you stepped inside. "I can't resist you in these pants," you told him as he walked over to the kitchen table. He bent over and pulled them down for you. You could feel your dick start to pulse in your pants. You spanked him with a wooden spoon for the fifth night in a row, and when it was over, he started to walk over to the corner like he'd been doing all week, but you stopped him, pulling him back. "You're not going to be the first one to come tonight," you told him as you unzipped your pants and shoved them down. You turned him around, kicked his legs apart, and told him to, "Sit." He was smart enough to know that meant, 'Bounce.'
You sent him to the corner when it was over and went upstairs to get clothes for him to wear to dinner. When you came back down, he hadn't moved. You kneeled down behind him and praised him for not making a mess all over the floor, and then you plugged him and made him get dressed. It was delightful seeing him stuff his hard on back in his pants.
JUSTIN'S POV
You wondered if you had actual reservations because he wouldn't leave the house for the longest time, pressing you up against the wall, fingering your cock inside your underwear, kissing you and telling you what a, "Good, good boy," you were.
"For you," you said, "For you."
"And good boys come after dinner."
"Do I have to be that good?"
He laughed in your ear, and the molestation was over.
For the moment.
Maintenance 5 Revised