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I cannot help myself; as I come close to smell her, I blow on it and send shivers down her body, but I do not want to break character. “Let me smell your hands,” I command, and she obeys.

Her right-hand smells distinctly of her sexual arousal. “How often do you rub yourself in my bed?”

“Every day,” she says, and I know this is a lie by her tone, but we are playing, so this suits me.

“Were you thinking of me? Is that way you were touching yourself in my bed? Were you hoping I would return and see you?”

“Yes, Commander.”

“What did you think I would do when I saw you?”

“I don’t know.”

“Do you want me to punish you?”

I can see by her face expression this was not where she saw this fantasy going.

“Umm, maybe?” she says.

I stop role-playing for a second. “Wait, what did you think I was going to do?”

“Have sex,” she says.

I look at her in disbelief. “I would not break my own rules.”

“I don’t want you to punish me,” she says. “I don’t even know what you mean by that. You’ve never punished me.”

“No, but I should have when you ran away from me on the farm, and I had to send my officer to get and get you.”

“What would have been my punishment?”

“Then I would have rationed your food or something, but you were so thin and scared I just could not do it to you.”

“What would my punishment be if you caught me masturbating in your bed last week?” she asks.

“Well, that’s different altogether. I would have beaten your bare ass so that I could masturbate to that later, then we both get what we want.”

“You wouldn’t hit me,” she says, and I feel challenged.

“Get up,” I say. “Put your hands on the edge of the bed and your feet apart. I will show you and remind you of your position.” When she does not move, I reiterate my command, “Wife, get up and put your hands on the edge of the bed.”

When she finally does what I say, I stand to the side of her half-naked body and begin slapping her ass, alternating between her cheeks until they are red, and then I say, “No masturbating in my bed.”

Then she turns around with a confused look on her face. “And that was supposed to be punishment?”

“Didn’t it hurt?” I ask.

“Yes, but it kind of turned me on too.”

She moves closer to me and caresses my penises inside my trousers that would love to spring free and mingle with her sex again. “You promised me that you would masturbate afterward.”

“You want to watch?” I ask.

“I’m curious how you do it with two at once.”

“I mix it up.”

“Can you do both at once, at the same time?” she asks.

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