Abbie of the Warm Heart and Warm Bottom

She seemed a little embarrassed and flustered, she tried to deflect the question, saying, “Abbie, you don’t need to know all of our little secrets.”

“I tell you everything, Mummy, I want to know.”

“Your father likes my bottom dear.”

“Of course he does, you’ve got a cute bottom,” I told her.

“Thanks for the compliment but that’s not really what I meant, he likes to take my bottom, make love to me there.”

“No, not Daddy, not like that,” I was flabbergasted. “Daddy wouldn’t do that.”

“Abbie, sweetheart, of course he likes it. I truly believe every man likes it. Straight or gay, it’s the one thing all men have in common. Hasn’t Dickie ever tried?”

“No Mummy, never, why would men want to do that?”

“Honestly I think there are a couple of reasons. First maybe it’s like dining on forbidden fruit but mostly I think it’s about power and dominance.”

“How so? Mummy.”

“Think about it Abbie. Start across your man’s lap, your dress up and your panties down. Don’t you feel dominated, waiting for your spanking doesn’t your tummy get a little watery, don’t you experience just a little fear? I think that’s every man’s dream. The difference is, with our men it’s more than a dream, they’re living it. Wallace takes it a little further, once he’s turned my cheeks red he takes my panties off and guides me to the bed. Sometimes he takes my dress off but not always, sometimes he just flips it over my back. I’m on my knees with my head on my pillow waiting while he prepares me, he always lubricates me, he doesn’t want to hurt me. When he enters me I’m in a most subservient of positions and he in the most dominate, just for a few minutes he owns me.”

“My God Mother, doesn’t it hurt?” I asked.

“Sometimes just a little when he enters me but I’ve gotten use to it. It hurt a lot more when he first started but that was years ago. Now, truth be told, I like it; I like the little sting when he stretches me and I like the fullness I can feel in my bowels. I sometimes even have an orgasm if he plays with me just a bit.”

“Would Dickie like doing that, I wonder.”

“Dear, Richard is a man, he’d like it. Now go home, my panties have gotten damp just having this discussion. I need to plot so Wallace is in the right mood tonight.”

It was mid-afternoon by the time Dickie got back. I was in the kitchen dressed in a bikini that showed my bottom nicely. Dickie always had a few aches and pains when he came back from golfing, no carts for my boys, they walked.

I said, “Why not change into your suit and come out by the pool, I’ll fix a couple of gin and tonics and give you a back rub?”

“Oh Abbie, I can feel it already, I’ll be right out.”

I was waiting, two gin and tonics and some oil. Dickie lay on the lounge chair and I did his back for him.

We chatted the early afternoon away, nothing meaningful, he told me about his round of gold, I mentioned that I’d visited Mummy, general chit chat.

Finally, I said I needed to start supper and asked if he’d like another G&T, he did. I fixed it.

I took a quick shower to rinse off the chlorine, donned a sun dress and panties, no bra, barefooted and set about preparing the meal.

Dinner would be Dickie’s favorite; steak, yes my guy was a red meat loving carnivore, I had a pair of bone in rib eyes. I’d already baked two potatoes, I scooped out the flesh, seasoned it, mixed it with sour cream and grated cheddar and restuffed them. I’d heat them under the broiler. I tossed a salad, steamed some asparagus, sliced French bread and uncorked a bottle of Cabernet.

I stuck my head out and told Dickie that dinner would be on in fifteen minutes if he wanted to grab a shower. He did.

Our meal was pleasant; afterward Dickie put on some music we danced and sipped a little cognac.

A little after ten we went up to bed, I was in my gown and he was in his shorty pajama bottoms, I was lying on my tummy beside him. He was idly rubbing my back through my gown. He patted my bottom.

“Dickie, do you like my bottom?” I asked.

“Abbie, I think you have the most fantastic bottom in the whole wide world.”

“Dickie, I’m a little sore there, would you give me a massage, there’s some body lotion on the dresser.”

The lotion was apricot scented; he kneaded my buttocks and rubbed my hips. It was soothing. I was surprised, he separated my cheeks and kissed me, just a peck but he kissed me. Then with his lotion slicked finger he circled my ring. I wriggled my hips letting him know it was ok; he slipped into me, just a little but he’d penetrated me. He jerked his hand away as though he’d been scalded.

“Oh Abbie, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to do that.”

“Dickie, I’m not sorry, I’ve always thought of down there as dark, musty and dirty but I don’t think I do anymore. That felt nice. And Dickie, you kissed me, that was sweet, but what brought that on?”

There was a shyness in his voice, he said, “Abbie, I don’t know what inspired me, I guess I always thought the same way you just said, dark musty and dirty so I can’t tell you what came over me. I kissed you but I really wanted to put my tongue in you. I wanted to taste you; is that so bad of me?”

“Dickie, we’re consenting adults, more than that we’re married, what goes on in our conjugal bed is nobody’s business but ours. If I want to do to you, I will and if you want to do to me, I want you to. Dickie, you’re my husband and my lover and I’m your wife to have and to hold, any way you want to hold me.”

“You really mean that Abigail?” He asked.

I thought, oh my God he’s serious. He only calls me Abigail when he’s serious. I answered in kind, “Yes Richard, I really mean that.”

He held me and kissed me.

Dickie had drifted off to sleep but the Arms of Morpheus hadn’t reached out for me. I lay awake thinking. Thinking and experiencing just a little fear. My tummy was unsettled and my bowels were watery. I’d opened the door. I didn’t know when but I did know my little brown eyed virginity was not long to be retained. My guy had the lust in his eyes, the lust Mummy had told me about.

Finally I drifted off to sleep, to dreams of being skewered on a seven inch cock, Dickie’s Dick.

I got Dickie off to work, then I called Mummy to compare notes.

She insisted that I tell her everything, so, of course I did. She commented, “That boy’s a fast mover, I see why Wallace holds him in such a high regard.”

I didn’t disabuse her of her opinion, I didn’t point out that I’d instigated what had occurred. Instead, I asked about her evening.

“Oh I really was a bad girl yesterday; Wallace had to give me ten of his very best on the bare. Now I’m not going to tell you what I did, doesn’t really matter. What I can tell you is that I’m sitting on a ring cushion this morning while I’m talking to you. They make them for hemorrhoid sufferers but they work fine for me. You really should get one, dear.”

Dickie and my love life changed after that weekend. We enjoyed each other far more; some of the boundaries we’d imposed on ourselves had come down. We’d not yet had anal sex but we did engage in anal play and oral was, well there’s no other way to put it, oral was fantastic. He put his all into his tongue and he had become a virtuoso, he could play my clit like it was a Stradivarius and I’d learned to deep throat. Dickie said it was like being masturbated with a warm, wet velvet glove; that was a compliment, I guess.

But my womb remained barren. We retested, still no problems came to light. It was the only thing that cast a pall over our love life; we wanted a baby. We even discussed adopting but I was still in my twenties. We decided that if I hadn’t conceived by thirty-five we’d revisit that idea. An additional three years had passed; Dickie and I had been married four years.

We were out with friends, we’d had dinner then drinks and some dancing, it had been a fun evening and we’d teased each other, little sexual innuendo comments around the table from all of us. By the time we got home Dickie wanted and so did I.

I got out of the bathroom first and was lying on my belly on the bed waiting for him. I had my nightie on, just a top, no panties. The gown covered my tush but nothing more. Dickie came out of the bathroom still naked; his bottoms were under his pillow. He didn’t bother; he climbed on the bed next to me and massaged my cheeks.

“God you’re a beautiful woman, I’m so lucky to have you,” was how he opened.

“Yeah and I?’ pretty fond to you, too, Dickie,” I said.

He gave me a pat on the ass for my smart remark.

“You like that don’t you Dickie??”I asked.

“Yeah, I like, I really like,” was his breathy reply.

“Well Dickie, I like that you like, in fact I want you to like but dear husband of mine, it’s time we took the next step. I want you in me Dickie; I want you in me there, tonight, now.”

I rose to my knees, passed a small tube of KY Jelly that I’d secreted under the pillow back to my man and said, “Be sure I’m well lubricated, it’s gonna hurt and I’m not a masochist, I don’t crave intense pain. I know I’m gonna suffer just get me ready.?

He did, he did all he could do. Over half that tube was in me, on me or on him when he got behind me and opened my cheeks; I felt him press against me, I was as ready as I could be, he even asked, “Abbie, you ready for this?”

I could only nod my head yes. Hell I didn’t know if I was ready, I soon found out. Dickie pushed through my sphincter and my body rebelled, I wailed, God I thought this has to be a preparation for child birth but instead of going out it was coming in. He stopped pressing into me, he let me accept what he’d given me. Mummy was right, it hurt, God did it hurt but Dickie took things slowly, I could feel him as he inched forward, giving me just a little more, sliding deeper into me, just a little more and then a little more. I, in my mind thanked Mummy for telling me about a pillow. Right then it was my best friend. I sobbed on it as Dickie filled me.

Dickie was gentle with me. He’d stop and wait if I tensed up. He rubbed my sides, back and bottom, talking softly to me, telling me how much he loved me. Slowly, I relaxed; he was able to fill me. I understood what Mummy meant. Yes there was pain as I was being stretched but it was a bittersweet pain. It was the pain of sweet surrender; Mummy was right about that, too. I was giving myself over to my man, he controlled me. And the fullness, more than I’d ever felt in my vagina, I felt him filling me. I wished he could get deeper, clear up to my tummy. Then he began to pump me.

With slow rhythmic strokes he filled me then he emptied me then he filled me again. It wasn’t the mind blowing sensation like when he excited my clitoris, nothing like that, I was submitting to him, he was my man and I was him woman, yielding my body to his control. I felt more like a woman, his woman than I’d ever felt before. I ceded my self to him for him to do as he chose. He chose to be a gentle lover with me.

I could have gone like this for hours, but I sensed an urgency building in Dickie, his thrusts became deeper, faster and more powerful. Dickie must have realized I wasn’t near climax. He reached under me and found my clitoris. He massaged it then took it between his thumb and forefinger and masturbated me. The change was immediate, the clitoral contact along with the fullness drove me over the edge, I arched my hips, Dickie buried himself in me, pumping harder, faster, I felt him swelling, I rode his fingers as he rode me, I climaxed with a wail, panting, I flung my head from side to side, my hair flying. Dickie roared as his ejaculate flooded into me, heating and filling my bowels, and we rode each other until we were both drained of our juices.

I collapsed to the mattress, spent. Dickie followed me down then rolled beside of me.

“Hold me, please just hold me Dickie, God I love you.”

He kissed my eyes; they were still damp with my tears and whispered, “I love you, too, Abbie.”

Dickie and I have now been married for six years. I hadn’t had many spankings over the past two years, I didn’t need them, Dickie and I couldn’t have added any more enthusiasm and spice to our love making but once in a while, just once in a while, I’d get that urge.

I’m sure Dickie has figured me out. He knows I like an occasional spanking, it’s become a sort of foreplay but we both play the game. I’m a bad girl and need to be disciplined.

Today his shirt was unironed, the roast was burned and the mortgage is past due. I’ve been a bad girl so I’m on my way upstairs. It will be the last trip for a while, you see, I’m eight months pregnant. At last.