The Kitchen Utensil

The Subway

Early in our relationship my wife liked to play photo studio. She would set up an approximation of a studio setting, and we would use our imaginations to fill in the gaps in the scenario. Although there were many enjoyable "photoshoots" experienced in those days, one of the most memorable was a subway car.

She dressed up as a sluty school girl heading to school. I remember her violet contacts. Her eyes were mesmerizing. I, on the other hand, was dressed in a suit and tie, apparently headed to the office for a typical day of work.

If you are wondering where the photographer was, you're missing the point. If we had phones with built in digital cameras back then, there would be dozens of shots from obscene angles, but all I have are memories.

There were no other passengers on this subway car, but after a few minutes we were sitting in what I was informed were the only two available seats on the crowded car, pressed up against each other.

"You're not exactly dressed for school."

"This is my school's uniform."

"That skirt seems pretty short."

"It's regulation-length."

"Before, when you were standing, I could see your nalgas peeking out from under your very short skirt and also your pink panties. Are those regulation, as well?"

"Are you a pervert, or something?"

Then she admitted, "nope, you're right. They're not. You got me." She fluttered her eyelashes at me, and said, "If you want me."

Shortly thereafter she banged her breasts into me, as if the train had hit a rough spot in the tracks.

Her white dress shirt was stretched tightly across her chest, and the buttons keeping it closed were only doing so under Herculean effort.

"You keep staring at my tits, mister."

"There's a lot to take in. They're massive."

"I guess it's too bad it's a school day."

"And, I have to get to the office."

She let a minute go by in silence, and then said, "Do you like pink?"

I do like pink panties, which my wife and I have discussed on occasion, as they give me a reference point when I'm "pinking" her bottom to match. The fact that she wore particularly dark pink and brought the conversation back around to them, indicated that she was throwing me a bone.

"If those pink panties of yours really aren't regulation, then you knew you were being a bit naughty when you put them on this morning."

"I probably thought no one would notice."

"You were hoping someone would notice, and would take you to task for being a naughty girl."

"Maybe. Occasionally I need a firm hand to guide me, and I gladly accept that guidance."

We rode the train in silence for a bit.

"At the next stop, if you could spare a few minutes to be my guiding hand, I would really appreciate it. I'm very good at showing my appreciation."

I stood and helped her to her feet, when the train pulled into the next station.

We moved from our imaginary photo studio into our actual bathroom. She stood at the counter and bent forward, once again giving me a good look at her bottom, and placed both hands flat. She looked at me in the mirror.

"Are you willing to give me a hand, mister?"

The thing about loving both a vanilla spouse, and spanking said spouse, is that you have to do the first often, and the second in moderation. I gave each of her cheeks a medium smack, and then felt the front of her panties for signs of arousal.

She was a good girl, and gave me positive feedback, in the form of pleasant moans, when I struck her. I learned over time, through trial and error, that if I stimulated her clit while striking her ass, I could strike her more and harder. Because she had worked herself into a state of arousal while playing the subway game, I easily slipped a finger past her panties and into position and simultaneously delivered a flurry of swats to further arouse myself. The sex that happened with her in the same position, still leaning forward, was fast and had us both huffing and puffing in short order.

"You weren't kidding. You're very good at showing your appreciation."

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