Marias Bad Behaviour – P2

Mark sat her up, and wiped her tears away. “Now about those house rules”. Your bad attitude will no longer be tolerated. If by some chance you choose to display it again, you will receive the same of what you just got a small taste of. And by the way, don’t think for one minute this punishment is over with yet. We have only just begun. Fresh tears flowed down Marias cheeks. I work hard all day and will not tolerate disrespect from you when I get home at night. Do you understand?… Maria nodded her head.. Mark took Marias chin in his hand… “I want to hear your answers please”…. In a very low voice, Maria answered “yes”…. Do you remember what we agreed upon when we got married Maria?. You would stay home and take care of our house and someday our children. Maria knew what was coming next. If I ever come home to a mess like this while you are out in the pool, there will be severe consequences to pay… Do I make myself perfectly clear?. Mark waited for Marias answer.. Without looking at Mark, Maria just answered ‘Yes sir”. Good… that’s my girl… Mark leans over and kisses Maria’s head.

Now, to finish your punishment for these last few months of bad behavior. You will have no pool time tomorrow. No matter what, you are not to go out of this house tomorrow. Is that understood? Maria started to protest.. but the look in Mark’s eyes stopped her in her tracks… She backed down.. “Yes sir” she answered. (Mark was beginning to like this…) and you will receive 10 more spanks with this wooden spoon, without complaint. Maria hung her head as new tears dripped onto her lap. After your punishment is over, you will go straight upstairs to bed.. Understand?… A faint Yes was all he needed.

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Mark turned Maria back over his lap and positioned her so she was as comfortable as she could be under these circumstances. He could have gotten his point across without the last spanking, but he wanted to make sure she knew he meant business. He picked up the wooden spoon and rubbed it across her naked skin… Every muscle in her entire body stiffened… CRACK… Mark counted them all out… slow and steady… all 10 spanks, without so much as a peek out of Maria… Her ass was bright red.. Was it all from her punishment or maybe some was from the sunburn she had ?. He helped her up off his lap… turned her toward him and pulled her bikini bottoms back up.. Mark stood up and took Maria in his arms… Kissing her as she cried… He held her for just a few minutes, and told her it was time she went to bed. She turned to walk away and he patted her butt. A smile came across her lips that Mark could not see… She slowly ascended the stairs and went to bed.

The next day, Mark pulled into the driveway at his usual time. He wondered what Maria had been up to all day. Or was she even still here?.. He was pretty rough on her last night. Even though she deserved exactly what she got. He loved his wife, but could no longer live like he was… The more he thought about it, the more he was sure she would be gone. He reached up to unlock the door and it flew open . There was Maria… all smiles .. She threw her arms around Mark’s neck and kissed him like she hadn’t seen him in months. He instantly knew he had made the right choice and tonight was going to be so much different than last night…

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Bethrowed Juliettes Spanking – P3

Just over twenty-four hours later, David was sitting in bed, reading a magazine, when Juliette entered their bedroom and walked across to the dressing table. She crossed her arms and took hold of the hem of her tailored white T-shirt, with her company’s logo embroidered neatly into the lower right-hand corner. As she often did, she watched her reflection as she pulled the garment up slowly and over her head, before shaking it out and taking it to the Ali Baba in the corner of the room, by the bathroom door.

David lowered his magazine and watched the ritual with interest, pondering the thought that this girl was still able to stimulate him as powerfully as she had ever done. Indeed, he was about to allow his thoughts to wander distractedly along that path when the more pressing need brought itself afresh to the forefront of his mind and his thoughts went back to the strange e-mail he had received that morning in his hotel in Nuremberg. At first, he had put the use of the wrong Christian name down to a lapse of memory, for Juliette had a cousin by the name of Mark, but as he had read the e-mail, it became apparent that the cousin had not been in her mind at all.

Lawyers would have had their time cut out trying to draw any conclusive proof of misplaced intentions on the part of Juliette, but a husband who suspects he may be losing his wife’s affections does not work to Judges’ rules and the instruction of his mind is not subject to the provisions set out in the Police & Criminal Evidence Act. Suspicion alone is enough to provoke a response from a man who feels threatened. This having been said, David’s response was not conventional – for one very good reason. His life revolved around Juliette and her happiness, so it would hardly have been appropriate to lay into her verbally and risk saying things that could do irreparable damage to their relationship. As for physical intervention, if this was to happen, it would have to be very different from that which he had witnessed throughout his childhood and adolescence, as his long-suffering but deeply loyal and devoted mother had tolerated, without demur, the violent manifestations of inadequacy to which his father -like his father before him – had always been prone, whenever things did not go entirely his way. David had been appalled at this, but had, at the urgent insistence of his mother, resisted the temptation to challenge his father. The abuse had, nevertheless, left mental and physical scars on both wife and son.

To many people, the options would have been either to leave home at the earliest date or to tackle the problem head-on. David, however, was not ‘most people’ and he had resolved to find a way of dealing this that would leave minimal problems in its wake. To an extent, he had been successful and information had actually reached the single neurone that usually controlled Bob Malence’ sad life, telling him that it might be wise not to provoke even a mild-mannered son, who might yet prove unpredictable and might not always acquiesce to his mother’s pacifying entreaties. Thus, once David had become a man, Bob had decided that the best way to cope with his inadequacy would be to pickle it in alcohol and hope that it would cease to trouble him. It had been an effective course of action, but one that had left him as inanimate on the inside as he was incommunicative on the outside. As for Juliette, it was difficult to tell which of the options would have been better, but at least she was no longer in physical pain.

Whilst David was processing these thoughts at lightning speed in his mind, a parallel process was in operation, seeking to work out a strategy for preventing the collapse of the most precious structure amongst all his designs. The conclusion that he reached, as he watched Juliette’s reflection in her mirror, as she lowered the zip fastener on her beautifully-tailored jeans, would have startled onlookers even more than news of the marriage had stunned the families.

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Cinema Spanking

You and I are at a movie theater. We have the
 back row all to ourselves. No more than a minute
 after the lights have dimmed, you begin slipping
 your hand beneath the box of popcorn on my lap
 to give me an unexpected massage. I flinch in
 surprise at first and slap your hand away out
 of propriety. But after you make another advance
 beneath the popcorn, I find myself with a rather
 powerful involuntary hard-on. My whispered warnings
 for you to behave go unheeded. By the time the
 previews have ended and the feature has begun,
 you’ve managed to unzip my trousers and have worked
 your fingers into my briefs. When I mention that
 you’ll soon be in for a bottom-warming, you simply
 giggle and continue your game of pinch the pickle.
 After a few more squeezes, I place the popcorn box
 on the floor, grab hold of you and pull your
 wriggling frame across my lap. For a moment or two
 I hold you firmly in place, rubbing and kneading
 your ass cheeks as a prelude to the spanking you
 so richly deserve. Then, as something loud happens
 on the screen, I give the back of your skirt a
 sound smack. I wait for more noise and when the
 audience breaks into laughter, I spank you three
 more times in quick succession. This goes on for
 several minutes- something loud happens in the
 movie and you get a swat. The audience reacts
 and you get two smacks to your shapely rump.
 Then, just as I raise my hand to continue,
 I am blinded by an usher’s flashlight.
 Momentarily stunned, I silently hold you in
 place as not to expose myself. The usher turns
 off the light and through the darkness I seem
 to make out a smile coming across his face.
 Instead of throwing us out, he simply points to
 a balcony overhead.    

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 “You’d be better off up there.” he says quietly,
 as he turns and walks away.  
 
 As the usher leaves, you push yourself from
 my lap and stand up. Poking my cock back into
 my underwear, I rise and zip up. Then, taking
 you by the arm, I lead you out into the lobby
 and up the stairs. Once inside the dark empty
 balcony, we begin kissing. Our bodies press
 against each other. Your lips are soft and wet.
 I reach down between your legs, hoping to find
 moisture there as well. You are quite damp.
 Your thighs clamp around my fingers.
 Slowly pulling my hand away, I guide you to
 the rear aisle and bend you over the back of the
 nearest seat. Throwing you skirt over your back,
 I raise my hand to give that stunning ass of
 yours another dose of correction. But now there
 is a quiet scene being played out on the screen
 and I dare not spank you for fear of attracting
 attention. So instead, I begin working your thighs
 and buttocks between my strong hands, occasionally
 allowing my fingers to gently probe your most
 tender regions. Moaning ever so softly, you reach
 forward, gripping the armrests and elevate your
 exquisite backside, providing a none too subtle
 invitation. I immediately unbuckle my belt,
 zip down and push my pants to my ankles.
 Taking my almost painfully stiff rod in hand,
 I playfully slap your rosy cheeks with it.
 You begin to laugh, then cover your mouth as not
 to be heard. I continue teasing you by sliding
 the head of my member up and down the crack of
 your ass until you begin to grunt and wiggle
 your hips impatiently. So I enter you. Slowly but
 with determination I ease myself deep into your
 warm inviting passage. I step forward, taking you
 by the hips as I push my cock in up to its hilt.
 I slowly withdraw, almost completely, only to
 slide in deeply once again. I continue fucking
 you slowly until neither of us can stand it
 any longer. For a moment I stop all together
 and then start again, thrusting with greater
 and greater speed eventually bringing our act
 to an intense, if muted, climax.   
 
 Afterwards, we share a quick kiss and a
 long embrace before putting our clothing and
 composures back in order. We sit and watch the
 film for a while, but for some reason it seems
 rather dull, so we decide to go home and continue
 making our own entertainment. Leaving the theater,
 we walk past the usher who is now manning the
 candy counter. He looks away politely as we exit,
 pretending not to notice that my hand is cupping
 your lovely bottom. 

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Anyas Hard Spanking

“YOUNG LADY!!!”

Anya stopped dead in her tracks as the voice speaking these words made her blood run cold. Her mind raced as she tried to think of a good reason she had disobeyed him and left the house sick. Slowly, she turned and looked into her husband’s deep blue eyes, which now seemed to bore into her very soul.

“Um…honey…I…”

Mitch threw his hand up. “DON’T!!!” he commanded in a tone she knew well. Mitch stood 6’04” and fairly towered over Anya’s 5’05” frame. He slowly and purposefully approached her as she began to nervously play with the bottom of the t-shirt she was wearing. “Anya Marie…just what do you think you are doing?” His voice was low and steady as he asked her this question, not seeking an answer. “Just this morning I left you with a fever of 102.5! You were to be home resting! Instead I find you here…at the store…would you care to explain yourself?!?”

Mitch glared at Anya as she nervously stumbled over her words saying, “I…I’ve been feeling better and I was bored to tears.”

Taking his wife by the arm and leading her out of the store to his car, he stated, “We’re going back home and have a little discussion, young lady! Let me assure you, you will not be bored to tears.”

“But…but…”Anya stuttered

“I don’t think I would say anything further, Anya Marie,” he strongly suggested.

She wisely took the hint and sat quietly on the passenger side while she tormented over the fate that surely awaited her. Mitch was very serious about his wife’s health since a severe bout with strep throat which landed her in the hospital the previous year.

While Anya sat thinking, so did Mitch as he drove. He thought about his wife driving with a high fever, possibly passing out behind the wheel of the car…and any other number of things that could have happened.

In silence, they approached the house. Pulling into the carport and stopping, Mitch turned to Anya and carefully said, “Get on up to the bedroom…NOW!”

“Yes, Sir,” she nearly whispered, opening the door and exiting the vehicle.

Mitch watched as Anya slowly went inside, knowing what was running through her mind. Shaking his head, he quickly called his brother, making arrangements to pick up Anya’s car later that day. He then strengthened his resolve and started inside himself.

Anya sat on the edge of the bed waiting for Mitch to come up and discuss matters with her. She was not looking forward to this discussion.

She heard Mitch slowly climbing the stairs and then watched as the door opened.

Looking at Anya sitting appearing so pathetic, he went into the bathroom to get the digital thermometer. He needed to know if she was still running a fever. He would not punish her that day if she was.

“Open up,” he ordered, placing the thermometer under Anya’s tongue then turning the armless desk chair and sitting.

“Honey,” Mitch started. “Do you understand how much I love you?”

Anya responded with a quiet nod.

“Do you realize that you could have been seriously injured had you say…passed out due to your fever while driving? You could have been hurt or hurt someone else!” He expressed with great concern evident in his voice.

Anya glared at the floor as the thermometer signaled it was done. Removing it, Mitch stood shaking his head. He then showed the display to his wife.

“101.9,” he stated. “And you are out running around!”

“I’m sorry, sweetheart,” Anya said, beginning to cry.

“Get changed and get back into bed. When your fever is gone, we WILL be discussing your behavior, young lady!”

“Yes, Sir,” Anya answered and quickly complied.

For the rest of that day and the next day, Mitch stayed with Anya and nursed his ailing wife.

Two days later, Anya sat on the edge of the bed with the thermometer protruding from her mouth once again, Mitch watching her.

Beeping indicated that the moment of truth was at hand. Mitch looked at the display and nodded.

“98.2,” he stated. “I think it’s time we have that talk, young lady.”

Sitting down in the armless desk chair, Mitch called Anya to him. Slowly she obeyed, eying the mahogany brush sitting ominously on the vanity, well within her husband’s reach.

“Honey,” Mitch began. “Do you understand why I was so upset…and why you are being punished?”

Hanging her head, she answered meekly, “Yes, Sir.”

Rolling up his sleeves, Mitch declared, “There’s no reason then to put it off any longer,” reaching out and pulling down Anya’s panties, allowing her to step out of them before gently guiding her over his lap.

“I hate to have to do this, honey, but you are going to begin taking your health seriously.”

With this statement, he began bringing his massive hand down repeatedly, turning her bottom bright crimson.

“You will SMACK SMACK not drive SMACK SMACK when SMACK SMACK you have SMACK SMACK a fever SMACK SMACK…You will SMACK SMACK obey SMACK SMACK and rest SMACK SMACK when you SMACK SMACK are sick SMACK SMACK…do SMACK you SMACK under SMACK stand? SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK

Quickly reduced to tears, she wiggled and squirmed as she yelped, “Yes, Sir.”

Stopping for just a moment, he reached over to pick up the mahogany brush to make extra sure the point was understood and driven home.

CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK At this point, Mitch let the brush do the talking for him. The brush fell for a solid 5 minutes until Anya lay, limp and sobbing over her husband’s lap. He then lay the brush back down on the vanity and began gently rubbing Anya’s back saying, “its okay, honey…all is forgiven…it’s over now.”

As her crying grew to soft sobs, Mitch picked up his well spanked wife and carried her over to the bed, where he lay her down gently and cradled her in his arms. He stroked her long amber locks as the woman he loved more than life itself drifted off to sleep and, gently kissing her forehead, whispering, “Life is good.”

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Marias Bad Behaviour – P1

Mark pulled his car into the drive. He takes a deep sigh before even getting out of the car to go into the house. He and Maria had been fighting for months. He couldn’t even remember what had started the whole thing, but he was getting tired of it. He had decided that he had enough. Enough of her nasty attitude, enough of her cold shoulder, enough of her ignoring him. Mark felt that he was just there for his paycheck. Maria didn’t work outside of the home, and they didn’t have any children yet. They had only been married 3 years, and it didn’t look like they would make 4. He unlocked the door and went on in. Instead of Maria meeting him at the door with kisses like she used too, Mark found yesterdays newspaper still where it was this morning when he left, the breakfast dishes still piled in the sink, and there were no signs of dinner anywhere. .The piles of laundry were still there, where they had been dumped waiting to be washed.

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Maria was out in the pool, soaking in the sun. Mark yelled for her to come in the house. No response. He opened the sliding glass door and called for her again. She didn’t even acknowledge the fact that he was even home. He closed the door and decided to wait it out. Finally, she walked through the kitchen, heading for the refrigerator. She made herself a glass of ice tea, and turned to leave, without even looking Mark’s way. That was all it took. Mark saw red, and it was not Maria’s sunburn. “Dammit Maria…. this is going to stop right NOW.! “ Maria stopped long enough to set down her glass before she gave Mark one of her very cold shoulders and “I don’t give a shit” looks. She turned her back to him and began to walk away. Mark grabbed her by the arm and spun her around to face him. “You better listen to me you little brat, or you’ll have to pay the consequences for your nasty ass attitude and I am not sure you will like it very much”. Maria tried to pull her arm free, but Mark’s steel grip held her like a vice. “Let me go, you’re hurting me”, was all she could say. She was shocked by Mark’s actions. To her surprise Mark smiled. His mind was way ahead of her. He had been thinking about this for a week now. It seemed like everything was falling into place. “Let’s have a little talk, shall we Miss Brat?”

Before Maria could open her mouth to protest, Mark had grabbed a wooden spoon from the kitchen counter, and was pulling Maria towards the sofa. In one swift motion, Mark sat down and pulled Maria over his lap, and pinned her arm behind her in the small of her back, careful not to hurt her. He laid the wooden spoon on the sofa beside him. Maria felt good lying across his lap. This was the closest he had been to touching her in weeks. She struggled to get off his lap. Panic was building deep inside her, and she was scared. Mark had never acted this way before. “This isn’t funny anymore Mark… Let me up”. The next thing Maria heard was the sound of a sound spank landing square in the middle of her bottom. And then another … And then another.. She was kicking and screaming by this time.. “Do I have your attention now, my little Brat?” He hadn’t spanked Maria hard yet.. He didn’t have too. All he wanted right now was her undivided attention, and he had it.

I think it is time to lay down a few house rules Mark said to Maria. She didn’t want any part of this discussion and struggled to get away from him again. Another solid crack to her already warm bottom. Maria let out a scream. She tried to kick him… and even tried to bite his leg.. Mark was beginning to loose his patients again.. He slipped his finger into the band on Maria’s bikini bottom and yanked it down to her knees. Her heart was immediately in her throat. She had never been spanked as a child, let alone an adult. “Ok, ok, ok….. I am listening.” was all she could manage to get out before another loud crack rang through the air. Tears were beginning to sting Maria’s eyes. “Please stop Mark, this really hurts”. Just for good measure, and to make sure he had Marias full attention, Mark gave Marias bare ass 5 more good spanks with his hand. She could not stop the tears now.. She knew she had been a real brat these last few months and she deserved exactly what she was getting. To her surprise, Mark gently turned her over and held her on his lap for a few minutes and let her cry..

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Bethrowed Juliettes Spanking – P2

Six years down the line from a marriage that had been given six months to live by the most optimistic forecasters, it was beginning to look very much as if it had simply been an error of calculation on the part of the latter, for early signs of structural failure were very much in evidence in the household. David’s work required increasing periods of absence from home, whilst Juliette’s professional life was opening up very appealing new opportunities in all areas of her life. At first, she had dismissed these as the normal process of temptation after a few years of very contented and fulfilling – albeit childless – marriage. She and David had maintained the flame that had ignited between them, following their first encounter when he had been arranging a business visit to the Far East in connection with a major transport engineering scheme. They both enjoyed the good life as well, although this was one area in which the differences in temperament did manifest themselves, since David’s inclination tended, unsurprisingly, to be towards caution, whereas Juliette was often seduced by the appeal of flamboyance. In fact, it had been the fifth anniversary dinner, at an extremely expensive Spanish restaurant, that had caused the first major confrontation between them, an event that had left Juliette, egged on by Rioja-induced anæsthesia of her inhibitions, to create what could have been an embarrassing scene in public, had it not been for quick-thinking David’s sharpness of mind.

From that point on, hairline cracks had begun to appear and Juliette’s social life had begun to include other avenues for stimulation. She had no difficulty whatsoever in making acquaintances – although, like David, she was also careful in choosing friends. When she started tapping the keyboard of the family computer during the evenings whilst David was away, to chat with him in various parts of the world, it was not long before she started to leave the machine switched on at the end of her Messenger chat and went on to surf her way into new waters. In this medium, despite her sharpness in the 3-dimensional world, she had been somewhat out of her depth. There had been nothing sinister about her contacts, as she had seen the perverts and morons off very promptly. What she had not prepared herself for was the way in which she would respond to the people whom she came to like – one in particular.

Mark Warner was 15 years older than Juliette and was a freelance software engineer who was doing very nicely for himself in the South-West of England. He was happily married and was father to three children. Like many other people who had discovered the Internet, he had not set out with the specific aim of finding new social territories to explore and the thought of infidelity had been totally alien to him. However, neither he nor Juliette had foreseen how events would develop. Had either of both of them taken the time to look ahead, they would have heard the roar of the cascades ahead of the boat that was carrying their friendship along deceptively still and bewitchingly calm and pleasant waters. Unfortunately, they became so engrossed with each other that neither of them noticed, or even tried to see, that they were drifting at an alarming rate towards marital catastrophe. In truth, whilst the excitement of ‘Net flirtation was intensely enjoyable, neither of them really wanted the situation to get out of control, but neither of them felt the need to test the brakes. It was, therefore, obvious, that this responsibility would fall to somebody else.

As it turned out, it was on David’s shoulders that this landed, in a manner that was really too bizarre to believe.

Late in the evening, on one very cold February day, on the eve of David’s return from Southern Germany, Juliette was reading carefully through an e-mail she had written to Mark when the telephone rang. It was Joline, anxious to find out if her older sister could babysit for her 12-month old daughter on the following day, so that the harassed parents could get out for a few hours for some ‘quality time’ together. As with many a conversation between sisters, the agenda was self-extending and the conversation moved on to other topics. Having acquired a degree of multitasking skill, Juliette was filling in the e-mail address as she spoke to her sister. The address book appeared in the usual two columns on the screen and Juliette highlighted ‘Warner, Mark’. She was about to click on it when Joline came to a particularly hilarious point in the diary of her daughter’s activities, in which she had managed to re-programme Grandad’s video recorder with acutely embarrassing consequences. Juliette howled with laughter and her finger just caught the ‘shift column’ button via the mouse, moving the highlight to ‘Malence, David’. Unfortunately, such was the laughter that Juliette had been unaware of this and the e-mail was duly despatched and, in the custoJuliette mechanical manner, deleted unchecked from the ‘Sent items’ box in the email window.

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Spanked By Master

I heard the sound of His cane whistling through the air before it struck my tender cheeks. My eyes were closed and I gripped the edges of the desk tightly in a futile attempt to prepare.

THWACK!

I jumped; I just couldn’t help it. Instantly the painful mark from His lash begin to well up on my exposed flesh. He chuckled, enjoying my obvious discomfort, and raised the cane to punish me again.

THWACK!

THWACK!

Eyes watering, I helplessly clenched my cheeks against His punishingly hard strokes.

THWACK!

THWACK!

Pain filled my head even as intense desire drenched my inner thighs, and I bit my lip in concentration.

THWACK!

THWACK!

I could feel tears welling up, threatening, as he stopped the punishment long enough just to trace the lines on my ass.

“Three more, little one,” he murmured, and I braced myself for the rest of my promised punishment.

THWACK!

THWACK!

The tears were falling easily now; He’d never caned me so hard before. I was whimpering when I heard the sound of the last stroke begin.

THWACK!

He immediately dropped the cane. His firm hands comforted me, caressed me, touching the areas that radiated heat as I sighed in pleasure and pain.

His big hands moved from tracing the lash marks to spreading my sore cheeks. I moaned as His lubed fingers toyed with my ass, teasing, probing, penetrating. He added more lube and then more fingers to ease the path as I gasped and squirmed in surprise. Then past my loud protests He held me down over the desk and began to force a huge plug into my tightest hole.

I kicked my legs and groaned but he wouldn’t stop. Slowly, relentlessly, he pushed the enormous toy into my ass.

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“M-Master, please!” I begged, but he said, “Shhhhh,” and continued.

Finally it became almost too painful to bear and I knew He was at the largest part of the toy. I shouted “No!” and then felt the plug slide all the way inside, my cheeks closing around the intruder.

“Open your eyes, sarahh.” He said, interrupting my whimpers and wild thoughts, and that’s when I realized another Master was in the room. He was standing in front of me, fly undone, waiting for my mouth on his thick erection.

Well-trained, I opened my mouth without hesitation and he immediately filled it with his hard cock. He fucked in and out without mercy. As I attempted to adjust my own Master roughly entered my wet pussy from behind with his enormous tool.

I tried to picture what I must look like at this moment; bent over a business desk in front of two well-dressed men, completely naked, bare cheeks criss-crossed with lash marks, huge plug protruding from my ass, thick cocks from two Masters penetrating my mouth and pussy.

Ass cheeks sore, all orifices filled, properly disciplined; is it any wonder that I came suddenly, without warning, without permission, my body helplessly gripping the Masters who were using it well?

In a daze I heard my own Master’s warm chuckle as he continued to thrust into me. I knew I’d have to be punished for my orgasm without his consent.

I couldn’t wait.

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Gym Class Spanking

I am a twenty year-old athlete.  I am a runner that works out with a trainer.  For quite some time my parents and my trainer were trying to help me change my attitude.  My trainer told me that I had unlimited potential as a runner, and that I needed to stop smoking cigarettes and to quit missing practice sessions.  Since I was defiant, I continued to smoke and workout when I wanted to.

One day a couple weeks ago, I showed up for practice with cigarettes on my breath.  He grabbed me by the arm, dragged me into his house and ordered me to the basement.  A few moments later he came down the steps holding a wooden paddle that had holes drilled into it.  The look on his face told me that he was through talking to me about smoking.

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As I stood there in just my running shorts, he ordered me to take off my shoes.  He then told me to throw them into the fireplace.  When I asked him why, he responded in a voice that no young man would have disobeyed.

“Just do as I told you!  Throw them in the fireplace.”

After I tossed them in, he put his hand on the gas switch ready to ignite the flames.  I yelled, “No! Don’t do that! Those are $80 running shoes!”

“So what?” he replied.  “You won’t need them after smoking ends your running career,” he said ready to turn on the flame.

“OK! OK! you made your point.  Don’t burn my shoes.  I’ll quit smoking. I promise.” I said grabbing my shoes from the hearth.

He looked at me and said, “Only you can make that decision.  I can’t make you stop smoking.”  He then held up the paddle and added, “But I can give you 10 good reasons for you to stop smoking and to change your crappy attitude.” 

Still holding the paddle, he directed me over to a waist high gymnast training bench and ordered me to strip off my shorts.  After I stepped out of my shorts, he told me to bend over the leather-cushioned bench and to grab the rail on the opposite side.  The bench put me in a position, which elevated my bottom upwards.

After I grabbed on to the rail, he gave me the first of 10 swats across my bare bottom.  “There’s one good reason to stop smoking,” he said as I let out a yell from the stinging blow.  Number 2 hit even harder and I yelled even louder as he said, “That was reason number 2.”

Soon the last 5 swats were hitting my bare crimson red bottom where it had already been whacked.

“Did you feel reason number 5?” he asked as I answered in agony.

“Yes, yes, Stop! I’ll never smoke again! I promise! I promise! Please stop! No more!! No more!! Stop! Stop! No more please stop! Please stop! No! No!”

The next swat landed with the fury of hell. “Aghhhhh! Stop! No more!  No! No! No! Stop! Stop! No! No more!”

He didn’t stop until all 10 reasons had been seared into my bare bottom

It’s been about 2 weeks since my paddling and I haven’t touched a smoke yet.  I have had a complete change of attitude.  My trainer told my parents about my spanking and they thanked him and told me that having my bare butt blistered was better than losing a lung. 

That bare bottom paddling opened my eyes and taught me to appreciate those that were working to save me from a life of health problems.  I am now running faster and farther that I ever imagined I could, and that holee paddle is kept in plain sight at my trainer’s house! 

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Bethrowed Juliettes Spanking – P1

When Joe had announced to Bob and Juliette, his incredulous parents, that he and Juliette were to be married, the virtually unprecedented response had, initially, been mute, open-mouthed disbelief. It had taken quite a while before his Mother had summoned up the courage to cobble together an unconvincing smile and his Father had, in his custoJuliette manner, decided that the best place to reflect on this news – or any other matter requiring the engagement of more than one brain cell – was the Fiddler’s Arms, a few hundred yards away, down the quiet, leafy terraced street that had been home for 26 years to this quiet, mild-mannered – some would even have said ‘timid’ – young man.

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It was very easy indeed totally to mis-read David – as most people had done, failing to take time to look beyond the ‘nothing out of the ordinary’, yet nonetheless quite presentable, exterior to the remarkable man inside. His well-groomed short black hair and steel blue eyes had brought the attention of more than one girl to this recently-qualified engineer and his sartorial tastes had done nothing to deflect that interest. In fact, there was nothing visual – nor even social – that would have caused offence to anyone, for David had always been a quiet and well-mannered child, boy, teenager and man. He was not gifted to excess in any particular area of life, but he was a competent, hard-working plodder and, as those who had played a part in his education and training would have told any interested party, he had an uncanny knack when it came to setting and achieving his objectives. What marked him out from his more boisterous and vociferous peers – some of whom had, however, learned at an early stage, sometimes to their cost, that David was not good bullying material – was that he did not wear his heart or display his plans on his sleeve.

Perhaps it had been this quiet and systematic approach to life that had prompted his form teacher in year seven at school to steer him towards engineering-related subjects. He had needed little encouragement, since his aptitude for work that required the application of careful deliberation, logic, soundly-based science and a hint of creativity was soon very much in evidence. His reward had been a first class honours degree in structural engineering and he was now settling well into a junior managerial post as part of a design team for a leading multi-national transport engineering company.

One very obvious characteristic of David was his ability to command the loyalty of his friends, yet friends were few and far between, for David’s cautious approach to his professional life was reflected in his social sphere. There were several acquaintances, mostly at his workplace, with whom he was able to socialise quite easily, but the list of friends in the ‘Addresses and Telephone Numbers’ section of his thick and well-thumbed diary was short.

The only difference between the response from David’s family and that from Peter and Helen Carrington to news of the impending marriage of their daughter, Juliette, was that the silence in the latter household was short-lived. In all other respects, the response was identical, to the point that even the prospective father of the bride had felt the need to see whether or not the news still sounded the same after a little mild anæsthesia of the mind at ‘The Green Man’ public house, set in a location not designed to further contemplation, being bounded on both sides by busy dual carriageways that crossed the sprawling 1970s ‘little boxes’ estate where the family lived. In fact, the only people who had demonstrated spontaneous enthusiasm had been Joline and Jemma, Juliette’s younger siblings. Their motives, however, had more to do with the prospect of their role in the ceremonials than with the longer-term prospects for the couple.

Juliette had been an athletic-looking 22-year old at the time. She stood 5′ 5″ tall and was a comfortable size 10 who, unlike most of her peers, was more than happy with her appearance and exuded confidence in enviable proportions. She did not dress to dazzle -she had no need to – but she knew how to use the contents of her carefully-selected wardrobe to good effect. For most people meeting her for the first time, it was her intense gaze, from feline green eyes framed by fine, shoulder length straight honey-blonde hair – usually kept tied neatly at the nape of her neck -that created the powerful first impression that had earned her a well-paid position as personal assistant to the manager of a well-established business travel company. This was not a job without its perks, but it had not been this, nor indeed Juliette’s impressive appearance, that had first attracted David’s attention. It had been her laughter, something that had kindled a light deep in the mind of a young man to whom this had not been a sound commonly heard at home.

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Spanking The Wife Belinda

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Spanking The Wife Belinda

Spanking the wife in stockings and corporal punishment of Little Miss Chaos in bare bottom punishment

Joe chases Belinda throughout the house, he was angry. “I have told you not to do that Belinda!” he said as he chased her. Belinda locked herself in the room. “Belinda, you are in it big time with me, as soon as I get you, over my knee you go!” Joe said. Belinda giggled,”Well, I am not coming out until you calm down.” she said. What Belinda didn’t count on, Joe had the key with him. He opens the door, Belinda had no place to go . “You were saying?” Joe asked. “Now, Joe, I am sorry, please don’t spank me, I will behave.” she said. Joe takes her and turns her over his knee. Belinda kicks and screams, “Joe please not today!” she said.

“Belinda, you are going to learn not to get involved in things you don’t need to be involved in.” Joe said. He swats her, his hand was always hard to her, he didn’t need any other implement, but he would use them. “Owwwwwww, please Joe I am sorry.” Belinda cried. Joe bares her, and lets go a series of smacks, smack, smack smack smack, Belinda knew fighting would not help. With each smack, she was more and more red. Belinda was recalling the night before. She didn’t mean to get in trouble, it followed. She went with her friend Valentine, out for drinks at a club, innocent. How did she know there would be a fight, and she would be right in the middle, trying to escape, but the newspaper snapped the picture.

Joe , the successful producer, and his wife right there front page news. Belinda didn’t tell Joe, the newspaper did, thus causing her now very red bottom to be in this predictament.

After the first ten, among all the ouching and kicking, Belinda knew very well why she is over his lap this time. Suddenly, Belinda was snapped more into reality, with the first smacks of the hairbrush to her bottom.

OWWWWWWWWWWWWW, honey, please, I am so sorry!” she would plead. “Belindacine, you are a naughty wife, I will not allow it, understand?” he scolded.

“Yes, honey, I do, please stoppppppp!” she cried. Joe spanked her until He knew she had enough, allowed her up. “If I catch you out with Valentine, any more, and I will cane your bottom until you don’t recognise it.” he promised. Belinda knew he meant it, she rubbed her bottom, crying, she looks in the mirror and sees how red her bottom is. Joe had left for work, he was out all day, which normally he was home, but today was meetings, all day.

Belinda changed her clothes, she sat down to brush her hair, and the pain was making it hard for her to sit. “Damn it, Joe, ohhh it hurts.” she whined. Valentine comes over, and asks how did it go. “Valentine, not good once Joe saw the paper!” Belinda shows Valentine her bottom. “Ohhh Belinda, he gave it to you good.” Valentine said. “Yes, Valentine, he said if he catches me with you, it is the cane for me.” Belinda said. Belinda was angry. “he can’t tell me who to see.” she said, stomping her foot. “Come on Valentine, let’s go.” She said. “Where?” Valentine asked, “to the mall, “Belinda said.

“Belinda, you know what he said.” Valentine said. “Yes, I know, but I want out of here let’s go.” she said. They took off to the mall. They were having so much fun, and didn’t notice the people at other end of the restaurant they were dining in.

Joe had one of his meetings over lunch right there at the mall of all places. Belinda had a distinct laugh, Joe would hear and know. Belinda laughed at something Valentine said. Valentine suddenly noticed Joe, and was trying to point to him to show Belinda.

Joe had excused himself and stood right behind Belinda. “Belindacine, what did I say this morning?” he asked. Belinda nearly swallowed whole her bite of food.

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