"Ow! "says the reluctant sub. - The Husband.

"Owwww, that hurt," she said.

"It's supposed to," I said smacking her ass through her jeans again and reaching for a kitchen drawer.

"NO IMPLEMENTS!" She protested and closed the drawer. I ignored her and grabbed a large bamboo spoon.

About the 8th swat I recognized a little less vigorous protest and the way she sidled sideways after the swat.

"Enjoyed that last one did you?"

"I enjoyed all of them, but I have to feed the baby who is watching you, by the way."

Being the responsible parent that I am I dragged her to where a counter was between us and the cherub and bent her over same. "Let me see if I am doing any good." The red side of her left cheek just cried out to be matched on the right. So I did.

In no time her ankles were retrained by the jeans around them, and she was shamelessly crying out with cheek against the cool counter, as I pumped in and out of her from behind. Reaching around I was pinching her clit cruelly an feeling her quiver as she clamped her thighs together.

As she collapsed after a particularly violent orgasm no longer able to hold the awkward position, I steered her descent toward the floor onto a nearby step stool and grabbing a hank of hair I guided her lips around my cock just in time for her to swallow it down. Timing is everything.