A little dry humping and a spanking

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Hey guys its a bonus story because after the Dry Hump video I had to do it! Happy reading! ~Mo

Reconnecting through Dry Hump Therapy

Gracie walked into the living room and studied her husband Earl, where he sat slumped on the couch watching TV with a beer in his  hand.

 

“Honey?” she asked softly.

 

Earl looked up at her then smiled, “Hey baby. What do you need?”

 

She fidgeted where she stood, this wasn’t going to be an easy sell, Earl was somewhat old fashioned.  “Well…I feel like we haven’t been connecting lately and…well I was wondering if you might want to come to therapy with me…please?”

 

“Therapy? You started going to therapy?” he asked incredulously. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

 

“I knew you didn’t put much stock in the more new agey therapies out there, but this one is great! I really want you to come in for a session, my therapist thinks it would be good for us.” She told him earnestly.

 

“I have no problem with traditional therapy though I wish you felt like you could still talk to me baby. I like to fix things for you when I can,” Earl said quietly. He studied his wife where she stood there looking absolutely precious while she fidgeted. There had been some issues connecting but he attributed it more to her thinking she no longer needed his correction more than anything else. He adored his wife but if ever a woman needed regular spanking, it was Gracie.

 

He’d allowed her little declaration of independence and watched as she got more and more unsettled as her behavior spiraled out of control. He wasn’t far from taking things in hand but he really wanted her to ask for a spanking.

 

“I know honey but love therapy is fantastic! It makes me feel so alive and energized, I think if you come and see it in action you will see how helpful it can be for both of us.” She said earnestly.

 

Earl knew he was going to grant her request, how could he do anything else when his baby asked so sweetly…then he took pause…love therapy? “Did you say love therapy?”

 

Gracie nodded eagerly, “Yes, he’s a love therapist! You’ll see it’s unbelievable.”

 

“All right baby, when is your next appointment?” he asked.

 

“Tomorrow at 10am!” she said excitedly.

 

“I can shift some appointments around and go with you,” Earl told her.

 

Gracie squealed in excitement and threw herself into his lap, “Thank you Daddy! This is just what we need! You’ll see!”

Earl hugged her tight, this was the first time in a coon’s age his babygirl had called him Daddy. He missed it so much, this therapy appointment was worth the hassle if it gave him his babygirl back.

 

***

 

The next day, as Gracie led him into the small apartment and introduced him to Gary, the Love Therapist. He shook the other man’s hand skeptically. The guy was average height, average looks and what he’d heard Gracie refer to as a metro-sexual. He wore a loose pair of shorts, a t-shirt and a pooka shell necklace. His was just a touch over long and disheveled and he was obviously shooting for a surfer dude vibe.

 

“Earl, I’m so glad Gracie convinced you to join us. I think you’d benefit from using some of the techniques I employ to reconnect to your wife. You can sit here while we are in session. Please remain as quiet as possible so you don’t disturb the room’s energy as I realign her chakras.”

 

Earl frowned and sat down in the indicated chair as he took in the room for the first time, a Budda statue with incense wafting around it in a curl of smoke, beads and crystals dangling from the windows in a curtain of glass but most importantly the blow up bed. What the hell did therapy have with a blow up bed?

 

Gracie kicked off her shoes and laid on her back in the center of the bed while Gary turned on his audio system and chanting music with an offbeat drummer filled the air. It was weird, this whole scene seemed weird.

 

She turned her head and looked at him, “This is awesome, I get all warm and tingly.”

 

Then Gary positioned himself on his knees over his wife and began stroking up and down her arms and legs in long, firm strokes. Earl straightened in his chair about ready to blow a gasket.

 

He rose from the chair when the dude spread his wife’s legs and began to dry hump her with the energy of his sister’s Chihuahua. Gracie threw her head back with a little cry of abandon, previously reserved for his eyes only. This man didn’t not have any business seeing his babygirl this way.

 

He pulled Gary off of Gracie midhump and threw him against the wall.

 

Gary groaned and Gracie sat up with a little cry of distress, “Earl what are you doing? We’re mid-session he hasn’t aligned my chakra yet!”

 

“I’m about to give your chakra all the alignment it needs young lady,” Earl said sitting down in the middle of the blow up bed and jerking his wife face down over his lap.

 

“Excuse me but we were still in session,” Gary protested as he tried to push himself up from the wall.

 

“You want me to reconnect with my wife? I’m about to show you and her both the most effective way of making sure we reconnect permanently.” Earl told The man as he jerked Gracie’s pants and panties completely off and set about lighting a fire in her ass that wouldn’t soon be extinguished.

 

“Owwww! Oh daddy I’m sorreeeee! Daddy please!” she cried as she writhed in place over his lap while he painted her bottom several different shades of red.

“Really sir this is quite unseemly,” Gary said attempting to get up from the floor once more.

Earl paused mid-spank to point at the idiot dry hump therapist. “You stay right there unless you want to try a little of Daddy therapy yourself.”

Gary sat back down watching the scene playing out in front of him with a type of horrfied fascination.

Earl titled Gracie a little further over his knee and began to apply the palm of his hand with vigor to her left sit-spot.

“Not there! Please not the same place…ooohooo…owwwww!” Her cries became panicked as his hard hand fell twenty times in the exact same spot before shifting to give the other side the same treatment.

Earl was intent on teaching his Gracie a lesson she wouldn’t soon forget. He didn’t stop until her bottom was an impressive shade of crimson and he knew she’d feel it every time she sat down for the next week.

He lifted Gracie from his lap and placed her next to him with her chest the the matress and her ass in the air knees spread wide.

Earl sank two fingers deep, growling in appreciation when his hand was immediately coated in her sweet honey.

“Tell Gary what happens to naughty girls Gracie,” her ordered.

She gave a long moan and looked up at him over her shoulder with passion glazed eyes. “They get fucked hard.”

“That’s right baby, they get fucked hard.” Earl said unfastening his pants and freeing his raging erection then driving into her quivering body hard.

They both cried out in pleasure at the joining, Earl anchored her in place with his hands on her hips and began slamming in and out of her at a ferocious pace.

Gracie could only mewl her pleasure as Earl pounded her from one orgasm straight into another until the pleasure had no end.

With each orgasm Gracie sank deeper and deeper into the blow up mattress almost insensate with pleasure.

Then one of Earl’s hands fisted in her hair as his other arm wrapped her chest pulling her up to rest against his chest.

He tilted her head back and kissed her hard before asking, “Am I ever going to hear about fake-fuck-therapy again?”

“Actually the technical term is Dry Hump Therapy,” Gary said from his position against the wall.

Two pairs of eyes glared at him as Earl and Gracie shouted in unison, “Shut-up!”

Then Earl raised a brow at his wife, “Gracie?”

“No sir, never again.” She promised.

“Good girl, one more orgasm and I’ll take you home.” He told her as he released her hair and stroked his hand down her neck, over her belly and came to rest over her smooth mound.

“I don’t know if I can, ” she whimpered.

“You can and will do anything  I ask. Won’t you baby?” He asked as he caught her tender clit between two fingers as he began to pound in and out of her once more.

“Yes sir,” she wailed as he sent her over the edge one final time and shot his hot seed deep inside her womb while she shuddered in his arms.

Earl pulled out of his wife’s body and tucked himself back into his pants before dressing his exhausted wife. He scooped her high in his arms and stood turning to face Gary. “And that young man is how you connect with your wife effectively. ”

Gary nodded.

“Fair warning, if I ever catch you and your fake-fuckery any where near Gracie again I’ll break you in half.” Earl said reasonably as he carried his precious burden out the door.

“Understood, ” Gary said quickly closing and locking the door after them.

Earl looked down at his wife snuggled against his chest like a well fed kitten, “Ready to go home baby?”

Gracie grinned, “Absolutely daddy.”

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