It was so lewd, his hands over her hips and buttocks as she bent forward for him. Kate shivered for the touch. So sexual, so powerful. The sensation of it made her head spin. Teasing her body, breasts and belly to legs and back. The spanks were soft but made her jump every time. Why was she so turned on by all of this? If Phillup had proposed they go to the bathroom and fuck at any other point in their marriage, Kate might very well have slapped him for his crudeness but this was extremely different. And at that moment, she pushed thoughts away and just reacted. It was easy, the feel of the collar locked about her throat helped her let go. She moaned and yelped, barely keeping her voice in control, as evidenced by his comment. She felt her cheek flame hotter, if possible.<br/><br/>There was a pause and Kate heard Phillup removing his belt. Never had it sounded so loud, the buckle jingle, the hiss of the leather through the loops. She had just wondered why he'd removed his belt fully when the spanks began. They came so suddenly and so fast that she didn't have a chance to react till the third or fourth one landed at which point her lips parted to cry out. He moved so fast, faster than she expected he would as the hand with the knotted sock came around and she was gagged for the first time in her life with a muffled yelp. His hand was over her mouth as Kate reacted and began to protest. It was his sock, for goodness sake, how could he? The taste was foul. He could have ordered her quiet but he wanted to humiliate her. It was as the belt came around and snugged tight, gagging her properly, that Kate felt a fresh flash of heat. The smell of the leather and the feel of it cinching tight enough to force her mouth open but stuffed with his dirty sock. Her face burned red for the way she reacted. What was wrong with her? Was it wrong?<br/><br/>The entire situation was erotic. So powerful when she felt the tension on the belt held firm as Phillup began spanking her again. The gag gave her the freedom to let go in a different way again. Not that Kate allowed her voice to cry out too loud still, the gag let her react more as her husband's hand smacked each cheek in turn, making them burn in an almost painful way yet not horribly so by any means. She could picture the scene and moaned before yelping again. The length of black leather held in his strong hand, her head back from the bit of tension, skirt raised. Bent over as she was her bum was sticking out and up, the creamy skin highlighted by the blush of the spanks now. It could be a pinup.<br/><br/>The tension left the belt and Kate felt him moving about, heard the door close. It was seconds later that he had a firm grip on her and was deep inside. Kate cried out. His grip was strong, harder than normal. His pace was wild. The gag was put to use as she was literally used by her husband. Phillup was thrusting into her like he never had before. She yelped and groaned sharply as he slammed into her as he pulled her back onto him. Her sex was wet, well lubricated for being fucked at speed like this and though she’d cum only a short while ago, Kate sensed that she could possibly climax again. The feeling was powerful, wonderful, humiliating and exhilarating in one.<br/><br/>His rhythm stuttered and suddenly he was jammed fully into her and she could feel the twitching and groaned wantonly, wanting to have an orgasm herself. He slipped from her and she sagged a little. Kate stood up and let the skirt drop back down. She turned partway to look at her husband but was shy to have him see the makeshift gag even though he’d put it on her. Luckily he was ready to remove it.<br/><br/>His hand reached out and stroke her hair, praising her, in a sense as he did. Kate looked at him as he takes the moment to show her true love and affection with that praise and pet. She sees him in a new light again. So different. He was in control. More accurately, he had taken her control. She was glad to have given it and before she knew it was tilting her head to his hand. “Thank you,” She murmured and lowered her eyes shyly before adding “Master.” Kate swallowed and felt the way the collar snugged. Her sex contracted wetly, yes, definitely wet and messy. She was already blushing brightly. “Maybe I should go to the ladies room and clean up while you go back to the table. I’d hate to leave a mess on my seat.” Kate giggled, a shy titter and she bit her lip, her hand going to cover her mouth a little as if she’d said a much lewder version.<br/>