Inspiration from an unlikely source

Later that week Erica left an envelope at Michael's desk containing a computer disk and a letter. Her letter explained that the disk contained his personal copy of the video they had made at the lake hotel, and in explicit terms described how much she enjoyed their time together. Michael read it and smiled, putting it back it the envelope.

As he was leaving for the day he remembered that he had promised his ex-wife Celeste that he would drop off some paperwork concerning their sons. He photocopied it hastily, shoving it in a large envelope and sealing it, before driving to her townhouse and dropping it off.

He was in a hurry to get home. Erica was coming for dinner and to spend the night. He was parking his car when his cellphone rang. He answered to hear Celeste's voice full of laughter.

"You gave me more than you intended," she laughed. "Aren't you missing a disc and a letter?" Michael remember himself hurriedly gathering papers and stuffing them into an envelope, Erica's smaller envelope caught between the pages.

"I'll come back and pick it up," he said, hanging up on Celeste's laughter.

She opened the door when he rang the bell, her face flushed and gleeful.

"So she whines like puppy," she laughed, quoting a line from Erica's letter. She handed him the envelope and leaned against the hallway laughing. She started making whimpering puppy noises, giggling as she did so.

"You don't have the pitch right. You need to get at least one full tone higher," he brazened it out, and touching the envelope to his forehead in salute and turning to leave.

"I didn't look at the disc, but I did read the letter. Sorry," she called after him, laughing.

Erica was already at his place when he arrived and he told her what had happened. She chuckled, shaking her head. "That should give her something to think about," she said. "Maybe Michael Rourke doesn't seem as boring as she used to think." She grinned at him, walking her fingers up his chest to his neck.

"I've been a naughty puppy," she murmured. "Perhaps I need more training."

"Maybe we should get you a collar."

"Mmmmmm, that's an idea. Let's go."

"Where?"

"To that big box pet store. They're open late. I don't want to go too long without a collar." She picked up her jacket and and turned, smiling at him. He picked up his keys and followed her.

At the store Erica strode to the dog section, standing before a huge wall display of collars. "So many choices," she murmured, touching several of them. She selected a black studded collar and held it, glancing impishly at Michael.

"Can I help you," a skinny adenoidal clerk asked her. She turned, smiling a welcome at him.

"Certainly," she said, holding the collar up to her neck. "Do you think this goes with my eyes?"

The clerk stared at her for a moment and then retreated stammering something incoherent. Michael shook his head and stroked Erica's shoulder, then ran one finger down her spine, feeling every vertebra. "You are a very bad puppy. I might have to spank you."

"Oh yes please, and bite me too," she murmured throatily. "This one will do, but we need a leash." She moved further down the wall display where Michael picked out a short braided leash. Erica nodded happily. "Perfect."

On the drive home she wriggled a little in her seat, holding the collar and leash in her lap.

"You need to control yourself," Michael told her.

"Puppies can't control themselves. They need obedience training. That's your job."

"I'll do my best."

"I'm counting on it."

After they got home she stood on her toes and kissed his nose, telling him to wait while she changed. He poured a glass of wine and took a seat, sipping slowly. She emerged from the bedroom in heels and thigh high stockings and nothing else, her nipples taut on her pert breasts. She carried the collar and leash in her hand and strutted towards him, smiling and turning once so he could see all of her. Kneeling in front of him she dropped the collar and leash in his lap, lifting her chin to stretch her neck.

He strapped the collar loosely around her, feeling the pulse beat in her throat, then clipped the leash to it. She leaned forward and licked his nose.

"Down girl," he told her, and she dropped to all fours with the barest whimper. "You've been a bad puppy."

She ducked her head and then swiveled, presenting the firm cheeks of her ass to him. He stood, holding the leash taut and she turned her head slightly to look at him. She whimpered again and wriggled her ass like a puppy. He slapped one of her cheeks with moderate ****. Her skin went white and then red at the impact point and she groaned deeply, then whimpered again. He slapped the other cheek and again she groaned whimpering and wriggling.

"Harder," she whispered. "I've been a very bad puppy." He slapped again, a stinging smack that made him wince in sympathy but she groaned with near orgasmic pleasure and raised her ass for another. With each slap her moans became deeper, more guttural, more erotic. After the fifth, he stopped and she moaned in frustration, wiggling herself at him.

"Bad puppy, you're enjoying it too much," he said, reaching down to stroke her ass. He slid his fingers lower and found her drenched and swollen cleft. Another deep moan escaped her and she rocked back against his hand before he pulled it away. He unzipped himself and pulled his cock free, then tugged at the leash gently but insistently. Erica did not turn, but put her head down, raised her ass and whimpered.

"Bad puppy," he said, spanking her twice more. She turned, her mouth eager and open for his cock, devouring it, licking and sucking and slurping at him. He tugged the leash gently and she worked her jaws, trying to take all of him, her hands gently squeezing his balls. He loved the sight of her, near naked, her eyes lidded in pleasure, little mewls of satisfaction coming from her as she engulfed him. He tugged on the leash, lifting her away from his cock. She moved reluctantly, staring at him panting and whimpering.

"Turn around," he ordered and she obeyed, lifting her ass to him.

"I'm in heat," she moaned, one hand reaching back between her thighs. He crouched, hands squeezing the satin globes of her ass, opening her, plunging his cock fully into her eager cunt, feeling her convulse around him, gripping him with her velvet wetness.

"Good puppy," he rasped, pushing hard into her, pushing her across the carpet with each thrust. He leaned forward, squeezing her breasts, tugging at her hard nipples.

"Fuck this puppy," she begged, wriggling encouragement. "Fuck this little bitch." His tension built to a fever and he pulled her hips to him, driving deeply into her as she whimpered her own joy.

Later, collapsed and sated on the floor, still joined, she chuckled happily.

"I'll have to thank your ex-wife for the inspiration."