Saturday morning special

I have refrained from discussing our sex life on my blog because I didn’t think I wanted to go there. However, two things recently happened that have temporarily changed my feelings. First, things have been so slow that I haven’t had anything of interest to report. And second, Linda did something new last weekend and I’m not sure how I feel about it.

We both love Saturday mornings… sleeping in late and enjoying the start of the weekend with some fun in bed. Last Saturday looked to be another of those great starts with some hot sex. Linda woke up frisky and very playful. Usually we put aside the female-led marriage and become equal partners in bed for sex. That morning Linda started right off by placing me in my sissy submissive place with “good morning. How’s my little sissy girl this morning? Did you dream about your boyfriend last night?”

“I don’t have a boyfriend.” I replied, feeling funny about this strange conversation.

“Oh, that’s too bad. Maybe someday, if you are a good girl, you will have your own boyfriend. Wouldn’t that be nice?” I wasn’t sure how to respond to Linda. We have never been down this road before. I wasn’t sure what she wanted from me, what role I was supposed to take. Was I supposed to stand up to her and show I am still a man? Or was I suppose to play along with this fantasy? So I just remained quiet to see where she would take it.

“Wouldn’t you like to have a boyfriend? Wouldn’t that be nice, a nice strong man to take care of you? I bet you would love that, wouldn’t you.” She was rubbing my nipples through my silky pink nightgown and smiling at me as she spoke. Without speaking, I slowing nodded my head in agreement, since I thought that was the response she wanted. “Yes, of course you would. I just knew you would like to have a boyfriend. All girls do, even pretty little pretend girls like you. Why, maybe we could even double date. Wouldn’t that be fun?”

I was getting very aroused by this talk and I knew she was fully aware of it. Then the last statement finally set in. “Who would you be dating and going out with?” I was afraid that I already knew the answer to that question.

Linda smiled, dropped her hand to the tent growing in my panties, and replied “why, Darryl of course you sissy. Who else would there be?”

Her smile grew when she felt the immediate response in her hand. “Of course,” I replied in surrender.

She let go of my erection and pushed me onto my stomach. Her hand pushed my nightgown up over my bottom, exposing the pink panties. I laid there quietly and unmoving and she pulled down the panties. I felt the cold air on my ass.

“Aah, your bottom looks cold. Let’s see if I can warm it up for you.” Before I could speak her hand came down hard on my exposed cheek. Just as quickly another spank followed, then another and another. I did nothing as my ass grew redder and redder under the falling blows. Finally she let up, stating “did that feel good? I thought I should get you use to that so you will be ready for when Darryl spanks you.”

“He’s not really going to spank me, is he?” I quietly asked.

“Oh, yes. He certainly is looking forward to it. And I am looking forward to seeing you over his knee just as much. Yes, sweetie. You better believe you are going to experience his spanking, just as I believe that I will be experiencing his hand as well.” I looked at Linda and could tell that she was totally serious, and that she was equally sure that she would be spanked as well… and I was sure she was looking forward to it.

As I said, this was a new path for us. It culminated in some very hot sex for us. I am not sure I want to repeat this fantasy talk again anytime soon and I am not sure what brought it on this particular morning. It certainly got Linda hot and excited while I submissively went along with it, which may have set some new standards for us that I had not considered. I guess only time will tell.