Just Another Friday Night

By ShadowVoxr

I knew from the tone of his voice there was no way to get out of it. It was his turn.

You see, we alternate Friday nights. Last week, I was the sex master. We did what I wanted to. We had mind-blowing sex in the park downtown. I wore a skirt with no panties and he had on a big trench coat over his street clothes. I bent over and grabbed the rail that ran around the big fountain and he opened up the coat to envelope both of us. I was so wet that his cock slid right in. He pushed it slowly into me. I loved it. He put both arms around me and held on tight. I turned my head to the side and watched a small group of people come toward the fountain. They were about a block away when we both came at the same time.

Later, back in the warm apartment, he sat on the window sills of the big windows facing Main Street and I sat astride his lap. We rubbed and gyrated together for a long time. I hope we gave our neighbors a good show.

So, tonight was his turn. But I knew what it would be. Something I had no interest in. He wanted to try anal sex. I knew he had been thinking about it, but I wasn’t open to suggestions. But since the marriage counselor suggested that we take turns, I knew what he would choose for his first turn. so when he called me at work, I tried to wheedle out.

“But I don’t want to try that….” I whispered into the phone so my boss wouldn’t hear.

“I know, but why not?” His voice was soft. And sexy.

“It’ll hurt.”

“How do you know?”

“Well, when I was a little girl, the nurse, well, the nurse used to, have to…” I stuttered.

“What? Take your rectal temp? Did that hurt?”

“Yes, and once I had to have a Fleet’s and that hurt too…”

“Who gave you that?”

“My dad had to, my mom was out of town and I was sick…”

“He turned you over his knee and gave it to you? God, I just can’t see old Bob doing that.”

“Well, he did. I had a fever and the doctor told him….”

“Fever? So he took your temp too?”

“Yes.” I prayed he wouldn’t ask.

“Up your ass?”

I closed my eyes. “Yes.”

“I assure you, this is nothing like that.”

“I bet.”

“Honey, I won’t hurt you. Trust me.”

Trusting him was a hard thing to do, after the affair. I wondered if Monique liked anal sex. I didn’t want to ask. But he was trying. And after all, it was his turn.

“Okay, I’ll trust you. But promise me, if it hurts, that you’ll stop.”

“Okay, baby. I’ll be gentle.”

When I got home he was in his robe and sitting on the sofa.

“Hey, how was work?” I headed for the sofa.

“Why didn’t you pay the Visa bill?” He held up a paper.

“I did.”

“This is the second notice. I guess you didn’t.”

“But I did…”

“Bend over and hold onto the table. NOW!”


“Now!!!!!” I did as he asked and felt him pull up my skirt and expose me. He pulled down my panty hose and panties.

“I have to spank you now. I think Five licks will do.”

“SPANK??? What do you think you’re going to …”

“Keep it up, you just got ten. Want to try for fifteen?”

“No, but it’s just a Visa bill…”

CRACK!!!!! I felt a painful slap on my bottom that brought tears to my eyes. I looked back in time to see his belt, doubled over in his fist, heading for my ass. The thick black leather belt I bought him for his uniform.

I began to cry. I was really crying, this HURT!!!! I was ready to say the safe word when he stopped and pulled me down to the sofa. He sat down beside me and put his arms around me. He held me while I cried. My wad of panties and hose lay tangled around my ankles and he pulled them off of me. He cradled me in his arms and lifted my face to brush back my hair. He kissed my forehead.

“Baby, you’re hot. Do you feel okay?”

“No, I have a headache and my back hurts.” I sniffled and wiped away the last of my tears.

“Oh, no, honey. Daddy doesn’t like for his baby to be sick. I need to take your temperature.” He eased up off the sofa and went down the hall to the bathroom. He can back in a second and sat down. I lifted my head to open my mouth for the thermometer and saw that he had a thermometer in a jar of Vaseline. Then it hit me. This was his Friday night. But I told him I didn’t like it. I wanted romantic sex and he wants to put a cold glass rod up my butt? Maybe Monique let him. I rolled back over and0 positioned myself in his lap.

“Good girl. I put some Vaseline on the end so it will go in easy. I need to put some on you. Is it okay for daddy to do that? Tell Daddy he can out some Vaseline on your bottom.”

“Yes, daddy.”

“Go on, tell me. tell daddy you want some Vaseline on your bottom.”

“Daddy, please put some Vaseline on my bottom so the thermometer won’t hurt.” I was surprised at how good I was at improvising. I don’t know where it came from, but he liked it.

“That’s a real good girl for Daddy.” He spread my ass cheeks apart and I felt the cold sticky gob of Vaseline. He rubbed up and down my ass crack. Then I felt the tip poking against my hole.

“Big stick!” he said, as he inserted the thermometer inside me.

It was cold, but not too cold. It didn’t hurt going in and it felt strange. Strange, but good. He had his hand on my buttocks and holding the thermometer in with the tip of finger. The pressure went in and out as I breathed. He began to twirl it around inside of me.

This felt good.

Seriously good.

He began to pull it out and push it in. I moaned a bit. I know he heard me, he increased his rhythm. I was panting, squirming around. The he stopped and held me still. I lay there a good 10 minutes with that thing sticking out of me.

He pulled it out. “Guess what?”

“What Daddy?”

“No, I’m not daddy now. You really have a temperature. Do you really not feel good?”

“I just feel kind of headachy, a bit nauseous.”

“Oh, baby. I thought you were just playing along.”

“No, I really don’t feel that good.”

“I had planned to stop here tonight. But I guess I can go to my plan for my next Friday.”

“Which is?”

“You get an enema.”

“NO!!! I don’t like that…”

“And you don’t like having your temperature take? You were squirming like crazy. No, you really need this. Go in the bedroom and put on a nightgown with matching panties. Get under the cover. I’ll be there in a minute.”

I picked out a nice pink set. It was the same color as my bottom. I had forgotten about it in all the temp stuff. I looked at the streaks in the mirror. I hadn’t seen that in years, not since I was 12. That was the last time I got a spanking. My buttocks tingled now, not hurting. I winced a bit as I pulled the bottoms up. I lay on my side facing the door. He came in.

“Roll over on your side. I need to take your temp again. No, for real, I was just playing around before. I need to do it right this time.”

He slid the panties down to my knees and then spread my ass cheeks apart. This time I felt a big stick.

“Is that the same one?”

“Yes, but I put it in ice water to get the mercury down fast. Can you roll over on your back?”

“With this inside me?”

“Yes.” I rolled over and he pulled my panties off. “Pull your knees up and spread your legs.”

I did like he asked me. I could feel the thermometer inside me. I felt vaguely sexy. He began to rub on my stomach and my bare mound. Then he parted my pussy lips and rubbed my clit.

“That feels good.”

He started to insert his finger inside me. I was wet. His fingers slid in me and he began to thrust in and out. I felt so good. As I was about to come, he stopped. Then he pulled the therm out of my butt.

“100.5. I’d say you need an enema.”

“Really? I’ll take a lax…”

“You’ll take an enema that I will give you. Lie back and stroke your self. I’ll be back with it soon.”

I lay back and began to rub my nipples, getting them hard. I stroked my clit and felt my wetness. I was on the verge of orgasm again when he suddenly reappeared and grabbed my hands away.

“Not just yet. Get on your hands and knees at the bottom of the mattress.” I saw it then. The big bulging red enema bag with the snaky tube, tucked back into the top of the bag. I couldn’t see the nozzle. He had it hanging on my laundry cart so it was high above my head.

I did as he said and looked straight ahead. I could see myself in the mirror in the headboard. I saw him take the tube out of the bag and I gasped. It was 6” long, black and curved. I trembled as I watched him coat the hard plastic shaft with Vaseline. I saw him move as I felt my cheeks being spread. I felt the tip against my asshole.

“Deep breath!” he said. I took a deep breath as he penetrated me with the cruel black nozzle. I put my head down. He grabbed my hair and pulled my head back up.

“I want you to watch. Look in the mirror. I’m going to start the water.” He opened the stopcock and the water hit me. I had a look of mortification on my face. I felt my insides quiver and fill up with water. I watched as the bag pulsed and went flatter and flatter. My tummy was so full. I could feel how wet I was getting. I was slowly moving from side to side, feeling the nozzle within me. Then the bag went flat.

He slowly removed the nozzle from my rectum and then a blip and he removed the tip. I felt a bit of water leak out. He put a finger against my anus and pushed. He stopped my leakage.

“I’m going to use a plug to hold the water in. You need to hold it for 10 minutes.” I felt a push against my anus and then a BIG ram!

“What kind of plug is that?” I asked.

He grinned at me. “Butt plug. Can you roll over on your back?”

I rolled over and felt the water inside me slosh. He lay down next to me. I saw that his boxers made a huge tent in front. He had a massive hard-on. I reached down and began to stroke him. then I was up on my knees, giving him deep-throat and he was playing with my pussy, rubbing my clit. I was close to orgasm and was afraid he would stop. But he didn’t. I began to come and I came hard. I had his cock down my throat and I began to whimper as wave after wave of pleasure rolled over me. I felt his cock begin to tremble, then he shot his hot load in my mouth.

I had never swallowed cum before. It wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be. Just hot and sticky. I sucked his cock down to the end and then let it go out of my mouth.

“Want some help to the bathroom?” He helped me to my feet and I walked bent double to the bathroom. He bent me over the sink and removed the plug. He began to stroke my clit again.

“Let it go now.” I did and began to come again. I expelled all the water as I came again. He grabbed my nipples and began to pinch both of them. They felt like Heaven. I came harder. I was rubbing myself against his hand. Then it was over. I wiped myself and then we went back to bed.

We snuggled together. I was about to drift off to sleep, my body just a melted pool of butter. But I had to ask. “Did Monique let you do this to her?”

He paused. “No, she did it to me.”

I can’t wait until next Friday night.