BDSM Holidays with the In-Laws

We were on our way to visit with Mister's family for the holidays. I was NOT looking forward to the trip, not because I disliked his family, but because I has wanted him all to myself. I voiced this opinion, apparently in quite a surly manner on the drive down south (His family lives in Southern Florida). Mister grinned at me - THAT grin, pulled over, and told me that I would keep a civil tongue in my head even if it meant him keeping my bottom a very Christmas red.

He pulled over to the side of the road, ordered me out of the car, bent me over the hood, flipped up the dress, and proceeded to do just that. I was so surprised by the quick turn of events that I just stood there, hands flat against the metal, and accepted his spanking without complaint. Naturally, my bare ass was completely exposed as Mister had requested, and I had agreed that no panties would be worn for the duration of this trip. I buried my head in my arms and hoped to high heaven that no other cars would happen to drive by.

Of course, my weak body reacted. Quickly!! After the first blow I felt my kitty soften and my nipples harden. Only when my feet started to dance a bit and I let out a sob did Mister flip my skirt back down and help me stand up. He kissed me hard, one hand knotted in my hair and the other squeezing my very tender and well spanked ass. I melted into him. When we were back in the car he began whistling jingle bells. I laughed, wiggled on my seat, and knew that I would certainly be enjoying this trip.

We arrived at Mister's brother's house and were warmly greeted. Both Matt and his wife also practice BDSM, so when I winced when I sat down on the hard wooden chair Mister held out for me, they gave each other and me knowing looks. I blushed and grinned. We enjoyed a light dinner, some lovely wine, and conversation.

Around 10:00 p.m. or so, we finally went to our room. I knew Mister's expectations without him needing to say one word. This was our usual MO whenever we were away from home. I used the bathroom first then, once in our room, immediately took off my robe, and lay down flat on the floor, bottoms up.

When Mister came into the room he simply stepped over me, sat on the bed and removed his belt. He would take his time, use the bathroom, shower, maybe even read a bit, and I would remain in place until told otherwise.

Tomorrow, I knew, his parents would arrive and we would have to be quiet. Tonight, though, only Matt and Jessica were in the house with us. I could already hear screams of delight and moans of pleasure coming from downstairs, so silence was not necessary.

Mister praised me for accepting my earlier spanking so well. He couldn't see my face, but I smiled with pride. He took his time undressing then went into the bathroom. I heard the shower and, after a short time, I heard him return to the bedroom. He ran his hand down my spine, one finger down the crack of my buttocks, and across my very slick slit.

"Spread," he ordered. I spread my legs wide. He worked first one then two then three then four fingers into my weeping pussy. I didn't even try to stop my moaning. I wanted him so badly! I had since the moment he had ordered me out of the car!! He pressed his thump against my clit. That was it. Color exploded behind my eyes and I cried out his name.

By the time I returned to earth, he had two very wet fingers inside of my anus and was scissoring them, working to relax the muscles. When he was satisfied, he said, "Hips up." I slid into position, his fingers inside of me.

"No," he decided. "Let's do this on the bed."

I was surprised, but pleased. The bed was SO MUCH better on my knees. Quickly, I scampered onto the bed and assumed my favorite position with my knees bent and my upper body resting on the mattress. This allowed for premium penetration and easy access to everything.

Once again, Mister worked my own wetness into my anus until he was satisfied.

When he finally, FINALLY, slid his magnificent cock into my ass, I crashed again into a wall of pure pleasure. I heard his laughter somewhere in the distance.

He slapped my ass as he fucked me, telling me to keep coming. He loved to see me lose control all because of him. The harder he slapped and fucked, the harder I came until finally I begged him to come as well.

"Not yet. Your ass isn't quite Christmas red yet."

"Please!!" I begged again. "Come for me!" I hadn't stopped coming since he had entered me. A body can take only so much pleasure! He thrust in deeply, grabbed my hair and pulled my head back slightly.

"Stop. You do NOT tell me what to do, do you?"

"No, no sir," I whimpered.

He let go of my hair and returned to reddening cheeks and fucking my ass.

"Not. One. More. Word," he warned, accentuating his command with hard slaps to my tingling flesh. I bit the soft sheets just to make sure no words fell from my mouth.

"That's right," he murmured. "Take what I give like a good slut. My slut." I knew he was close. He always called me that when he was close. That knowledge sent me over the edge again.

"Sir!" I shouted, so lost in the sensations that his order to remain silent had slipped from my mind.

"Oh, slut, you'll pay for that." Then he thrust deeply, lifting my hips slightly, and emptied himself within me. Hot cream shot inside of me, giving me the only gift I wanted.

"Yes!" I cried out, knowing full well that I would certainly pay for breaking his rule not once, but twice.

He pulled out, but kept a hand on my back. I stayed in place. When the cold plug entered my hot body, I squealed. It was the metal one, and from the chill on it, he'd kept it in the small cooler he had brought up with our luggage. I shivered and whimpered, hating the coldness, but loving that he wasn't about to let me get by with any infraction of his rules. With the addition of his cum, I was well lubricated, so while the plug was not painful, it was certainly large enough and cold enough to be uncomfortable.

He fell to the bed beside me and pulled me into his arms. He kissed my head and fondled my breasts. "God, you're amazing," he said. I snuggled closer.

"That plug, by the way, will stay in all night. That's your punishment for talking the first time."

I squirmed a bit and sighed. I didn't like to be plugged for long periods of time, but I had to admit, it was a fair punishment. I had opened my mouth when I shouldn't have, so it was only fitting that one orifice be filled.

"In the morning, I'll take it out after we have made love again." Thank god! "But after your shower, it goes back in until after lunch. That's your punishment for speaking a second time." Crap.

His parents would be here. I'd be plugged in front of them. I'd have to walk and sit and behave like everything was perfectly normal. Actually, in my world, everything was, in fact, perfect. I'd be constantly reminded of Mister's power over me. On the outside I'd be dressed modestly, have a demure smile on my face, and be the perfect daughter-in-law. Beneath that, I'd feel the results of Mister's hand on my ass, his cum inside of me, and his plug filling me.

I smiled, kissed his chest, and said, "Yes, Mister."

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"Clara!" my mother in law crooned. "You look positively glowing! I can see my son is treating you well." I blushed, sipped my wine, and agreed. I couldn't possibly not agree! Mister treated me just like I wanted to be treated!!

"He is. Very." I smiled at my husband.

"That's wonderful, dear. Now, we just need a few little ones running around to make all of our lives complete! Still no luck?"

I rolled my eyes and felt the heat rise in my body. June KNEW I couldn't conceive. When we were first married, we had tried, but had been told my three doctors that I was infertile. We had considered adopting, but decided against it. In truth, not every couple needed children to be happy! Besides, Mister's brother and sister-in-law had four children - plenty to appease June's need for grandchildren.

"No, June. No luck. There will never been 'luck'. We will never have children," I boldly stated bringing about an awkward silence. I blushed again, embarrassed at my outburst.

Mister draped his arm around me and said, "Mom, give it a rest, okay? Besides, I want to hear about your book club."

Mister always knew how to support me and placate his mother at the same time. I knew I'd be really in for it when we were alone, but in public, Mister never scolded.

Sure enough, just after lunch Mister excused us both saying we were still a bit tired.

Once in our room, I stripped out of my clothing without being told.

"Hands on the foot board." I obeyed, knowing I deserved whatever he decided. To my relief, he removed the plug.

"That was completely uncalled for," he began and continued to chastise me. "You have every right to stand up for yourself, but not with such rudeness."

He was 100% right. I was ashamed of my words.However, instead of feeling his wrath, I felt a small bit of cream being rubbed onto each cheek.

"This, my mouthy wife, is called a silent spanking. Now, kneel down and show your gratitude."

I felt nothing but did not question him. Besides, I LOVED showing my gratitude. I unzipped his trousers and took him in my mouth. His male scent filled my nostrils. My bottom was beginning to burn a bit and I looked up at him. He smirked down.

"It's Capsaicin, my darling slut. The burn will built for some time, reminding you to behave. Do not take your mouth from me until I come."

Oh. My. God. Did it EVER burn!! Tears were flowing down my face and I was wiggling all over the place, but I followed orders and kept his cock in my mouth, sucking, licking, worshipping. I cradled and massaged his balls until he did, quite explosively, come. I worked to swallow all of it, hating to waste even one drop, then leaned my head against his lower stomach and cried. He helped me up, told me to go wash my face and dress again. He kissed me softly, gently, reassuring me with his touch that all was forgiven.

The next few days progressed in much the same manner. Even when I was perfectly behaved, Mister made sure I remembered his hand. Once, he used a small pine bow to fuck me until I came. The long needles irritated my tunnel enough to be uncomfortable but not enough to hurt. Luckily, he was kneeling over my face as he manipulated the small bow, his cock dangling over my mouth. When he leaned forward enough for me to reach him, I moaned with relief. My god, does every cock in the world taste as delightful as his?

With his manhood inside of my mouth and the unique dildo inside of me, it took mere moments before I came. Then, bless him, Mister made love to me slowly and perfectly, allowing me to come several more times before he released inside of me, the one and only time he allowed himself to come inside of my kitty.

Once more he administered a "silent" spanking. I hadn't made any mistakes, but he said that he had so enjoyed my wiggling and squirming he wanted to repeat the experience. I whimpered a bit and begged him not to do this when I had to be around his parents. The first time I'd fidgeted so much that his father had asked if I was all right. He relented somewhat, but still applied the hateful cream that evening after we had retired to our room. I did plenty of squirming and biting my pillow as he ravaged my kitten and ass. By the time he finished, my face and puss were drenched in wetness and my ass filled with his cum and plug.

Dutifully and happily, I swallowed his cum every morning. He fucked both my pussy and ass every night, coming in my ass, and re-plugging me before we slept. He wanted me to know, he explained, that even though we were with his family, I would always be his most important priority.

I have to admit, I haven't enjoyed time with his family more!