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Beating His Wife’s Arse
Mandy sat on the corner of the bed waiting for her father Gary to enter the room and give the inevitable order to strip and lay across the bed for her spanking. She could hear the sound of the strop landing across her sister Nina’s ass and the accompanying cries of pain and promises to be a good girl. She sat listening and wincing with each horrid blow that rang through the she remembered one of the many spankings she had received from her father over the years. She had been sixteen and, by her count, too old to be spanked anymore.
Mandy’s father had just started allowing her to go out with some of the boys from school, on the stipulation that she be home no later than 10:30p. She usually had no problem being in on time but never really worried about what might happen if she should be later than that, figuring that at most she would be grounded for a week or so, after all, it had been almost two years since her last spanking. One night she was out with a boy she particularly liked and didn’t pay attention to the time, it was nearly midnight before she came home. As soon as she stepped in the house her father was waiting for her razor strop in hand.
“Well young lady, what do you have to say for yourself?” he asked. “Didn’t I tell you that you were to be in by 10:30 or you’d be punished?”
She didn’t know what to say, “Y-yes sir, b-but it’s not even midnight yet, I didn’t think.”
“That’s right, you certainly didn’t,” her father broke in, “and now you’re going to be punished, you had no right worrying your mother & me like that.”
“I’m sorry Dad, it won’t happen again, I just lost track of the time.”
Her eyes were transfixed to the leather strop dangling in her father’s hand. “You bet it won’t happen again young lady,” he said. “After I get through with your backside you’ll be sure to be in on time from here on, young lady.”
“B-b-backside” she stammered, “you’re not really going to beat me now are you? I’m too old for that!”
“Nonsense girl, obviously you aren’t old enough to follow my orders, and if you’re going to act like a 10-year old you can figure on being treated like one including having your bare bottom strapped.”
“Now go to your room and take off your jeans and panties,” he ordered.
“Oh how humiliating!” she thought, “not only getting a strapping but a bare-bottomed one at that, and at my age.”
She knew better that to argue though, she could tell that her Dad meant business and now was not the time to try to bargain her way out of what she had coming. Slowly she walked to her room with her Dad right behind, once inside she fumbled nervously with the buttons on her jeans finally getting them undone, then slowly she slid them off, past her firm shapely teen hips and to the floor.
“Panties too,” said her father, and then lay down across the bed.”
“Please Daddy, can’t I leave them on, it’ll hurt just as bad,” she pleaded, thinking how embarrassing it would be for her to have to expose her maturing body to her father.
“You heard me girl, either you take them off or I will!” he exclaimed.
She certainly didn’t want that so she complied, removing her panties and dr****g her body across the bed.
“Legs together; raise up slightly,” he ordered, and she did as she was told.
SCHWACK!! the strop landed without warning bringing a yelp from Mandy’s throat, “OWWWCCHHH, DADDY!”
SCHWACK, WHAP, SCHWACK, SCHWACK, the strop landed again and again on the unprotected cheeks until she lost count. The strapping seemed to go on forever to her, though in reality it only lasted five minutes or so it seemed an eternity to her stinging, burning bottom. SCHWACK, WHAP, SLAP, SCHWACK, the strop continued to land hard on her ripe asscheeks, each stroke causing the fire in her bum to burn ever hotter, by the fifteenth stroke she was blubbering like a baby, chanting the same song all naughty girls do at these times.
“PLEASE DADDY, I-I’M SORRY, I’LL BE A G-GOOD GIRL I PROMISE! PLEASE NO MORE! I PROMISE!!”
That was then.
This was now.
Mandy was now married to her husband, Troy, and the sounds of that long ago whipping were still ringing in her ears when Troy walked into the room with his thick strap still in hand.
“Well? Do you have anything to say for yourself before we start?” he asked.
The sound of his voice snapped her back to the present, she had begun to get turned on thinking about her father’s whipping, and she had almost forgotten that she was about to receive another that would surely be at least as severe as that one for talking about one of her old boyfriend’s big cocks at the dinner party tonight with the ladies on hand.
She could only shake her head and murmer a soft “No, but I’m sorry Troy. I didn’t mean to talk about them. It won’t happen again.”
“I know it won’t Mandy,” he said, “because after I’m done with your bottom you’ll think twice before talking like that that again about your former boyfriends. Do you truly think I’m threatened by some 20-year old’s big cock that fucked you a few years ago?”
“No….” she whimpered in her hands, her face d****d in her long hair.
“In that case, maybe you better rethink your idea of fun to trot out your ‘big cock’ stories to your girlfriends at a proper dinner party next time. Therefore, I’ve decided to use the razor strop on you to make sure of that, now take off your panties and bend over the corner of the bed with one leg on each side of the corner, with your legs well apart.”
“Oh no, Troy, not the strop, please! PLEASE, not that!”
The strop had been Troy’s Grandfather’s, and he’d never used it on her before, it was thick and Troy had made sure to always keep the leather well oiled to keep it from cracking, he had threatened to use it before but never had. Mandy knew that this time she was being punished for real.
“Please, just use your belt,” she pleaded, but it fell on deaf ears (note the pun to Mandy’s actual deafness – ha!) as Troy was already getting it out of their closet.
“After I get through with your ass tonight, there won’t be a ‘next time,’ Mandy. So don’t bother trying to get out of it; you know you deserve it and there’s nothing you can say to change my mind, now bend over and pull down your panties,” he commanded. “NOW!!” he yelled at her.
Tears welling up in her eyes she did as she was told, hooking a thumb in each side of her panties she slid them down around her ankles and straddled the corner of the bed laying her stomach on the mattress with one leg on each side of the corner knowing this would be a spanking she would never forget. Placing a hand on each thigh at the top Troy pulled her back until her bottom was hanging over the corner of the bed with her pubes sitting right at the edge.
“Are you ready for your punishment Mandy?” he asked. “This is going to hurt, and I mean for it to. But I’m damned determined that you’re going to behave like a proper and polite wife or I’ll beat the slut out of you, do you understand, goddamnit?”
“Y-Yes,” she whimpered, “I’m SO sorry, I truly am!”
WHOOOOSH, CRAAACK! the strop landed without warning.
“OOOOOOOOHHHH” Mandy cried, “PLEASE NO! OH GOD!!”
Again it whistled through the air, SCHWAAACK!, right across her tender, trembling asscheeks.
“OWWWWW! PLEASE GOD, TOM, IT HURTS! TOO MUCH, TOM!”
Taking no notice Troy raised the razor strop again, bringing it crashing down across both cheeks of Mandy’s nude ass, SCWHACKK! CRAACK!, SMAACK!
Mandy was sobbing lustily from the third stroke on, she had never experienced a burning like this in her behind before, “PLEASE, NO MORE TOM, I’M SORRY, OOOOHHHH! AAAIIIIEEEE!!”
Troy continued his assault on his young wife’s quickly reddening backside.
“OOOOWWWW!” P-PLEASE,” was all she could say, her cheeks would clench and unclench frantically trying to reduce the heat that quickly built in her bottom but to no avail, and through all of her crying Troy continued undaunted. Squirming too much for his comfort, Troy reached forward and grabbed a fistful of her long hair in his left hand to hold her down.
WHISSHHH, SMAACK!, WHAAPP! the leather continued to find its mark, making an angry red stripe and a weal on each side of the strap on every stroke. By the eighteenth stroke Mandy’s crying was one continuous wail.
“MMMMMMMNNNNNNNNN, nnnggghhh, AAAAHHHGGGGGG, OHHHHHH, PLEASE, I’LL BE GOOD,” she cried, “NO MORE, PLEASE!”
But the strapping went on for a full five minutes, by the time Troy laid the strop down Mandy’s ass was a mound of red stripes, some already turning a light blue with bruising welts on either side of where the strop had landed. As he looked at the form of his now sobbing wife, still bent over with her legs spread and ass hanging over the edge of the bed, he pulled out his now hard, fat nine-inch cock and slid it to the hilt into Mandy’s dripping cunt. Troy couldn’t remember the last time her pussy felt so hot or wet. Goddamn, I should beat this slut more often if it makes her pussy this good, he thought.
As Mandy lay bent over still crying, and now wailing and weeping loudly from the r****g onslaught of his big cock. Troy tore into her, grabbing two handfuls of her asscheeks and pulling himself deeper into her womb, slamfucking the slutty little wife for all he was worth.
WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! his loins made the obscene sounds as he pummeled her quivering ass. Mandy was out of breath from the intensity of the pain shooting up her spine from the whipping and now the r****g. WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!
“You like talking about dicks, you little slut, huh?… ANSWER ME!” SCWHACKK! yelling as he crashed his open palm down onto her right asscheek.
“No, I don’t!” she muttered.
“You won’t anymore, I guarantee that, goddamnit!” and with those words, he went back to the vicious **** of his own wife. WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! the terrible sounds filled the bedroom as Mandy was reduced to a pile of pain and a stretched-out pussy.
She felt Troy thrust into her and begin to cum. She knew it because she could feel his large mushroom-shaped cockhead expanding even further, planting itself in her cervix right before his cum load was about to explode. Mandy was surprised at how hot she felt, and how no matter how hard the beating was she deserved from her husband, the v******e of the sex act distracted her pain toward pleasure.
As Troy’s bloated balls began to spew their precious seed inside her womb, she came almost at once, and she was still crying! The orgasm went from the tips of her toes to the top of her head, and it felt like she was hit with a lightning bolt, stunned in ecstasy. Troy fucked her from behind like that until she came a second time, then he released what felt like a quart of cum into her clasping pussy, some of which spilled around his engorged cock.
Laying beside her, Troy did not feel guilty about beating his wife. She deserved it. Mandy lay sobbing in a fetal position cupping her ****d pussy and letting the air cool her battered ass. She did not, could not look at Troy. He had beaten her again, and ****d her. But she did feel bad for what she did and felt sorry for embarrassing Troy tonight. Troy rolled her over and kissed the remaining tears from Mandy’s face, and told her all was forgiven. She promised to obey him from now on and be a nice party guest.
Troy was pleased to hear her apology and promise for redemption. They both agreed, however, that that was one of the most intense love-making sessions that either one had ever experienced. Mandy cried as she described the intensity of her own orgasm. In fact, she felt so guilty in having one after such a beating. As they rested Mandy slid down and licked Troy’s massive cock clean bringing it slowly back to life, they made love twice more that night and both agreed that the strop would be used again for any more major infractions, and secretly Mandy hoped it wouldn’t be all that long before he had to use it on her again if he fucked her this good next time.
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