That was this summer. I had very long relationship and last year i got ridden of it. So I sex occasionally wit various girls till then. One night this September I was very very tired of everything. Job went finally better and some private investing also, but I had being working for 14 hours a day at time. It was About 1 am in the morning and was just went of from long shower and about to lay down on my bad.The voice from the other side of cell phone was very pleasant, some kind of baby talking voice. Voice said" Annnn' what what do want from me now?...LOL.. i said "who is this?&... Continue»
Ann sat on the corner of the bed waiting for Tom 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 strap landing across her Jennifer's rear and the accompanying cries of pain and promises to be a good girl. As she sat listening she remembered one of the many spankings she had received from her father many years ago. She had been sixteen and, she figured, too old to be spanked anymore. Ann'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 10:30. 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 2 years since her last spanking.
Well, 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 strap 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..
I'm sorry dad, it won't happen again, I just lost track of the time". Her eyes were transfixed to the leather strap 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." "B-b-backside" she stammered, "you're not really going to strap 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 shapely hips and to the floor.
"Panties too" said her father, and then lay down across the bed." "Please dad, 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 apart," he ordered, and she did as she was told. SMACK!! the strap landed without warning bringing a yelp from Ann's throat, OWWW!
SMACK, WHAP, SMACK, SMACK, the strap 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. WHAP, SLAP, WHAP, the strap continued to land, each stroke causing the fire in her bum to burn ever hotter, by the 15th 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!. The sounds of that long ago whipping were still ringing in her ears when Tom walked into the room with his belt 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 fathers belting, and she had almost forgotten that she was about to receive another that would surely be at least as severe as that one for charging her and Tom's credit card to the limit without telling him. She could only shake her head and murmur a soft "no, but I'm sorry Tom, it won't happen again." "I know it won't Ann," he said, "because after I'm done with your bottom you'll think twice before charging our card up like that again." "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 Tom, not the strop, please!"
The strop had been Tom's grandfathers, and he'd never used it on her before, it was thick and Tom 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. Ann knew that this time she was being punished for real. "Please, just use your belt," she pleaded, but it fell on deaf ears as Tom was already getting it out of their closet. "Don't try to get out of it Ann, you know you deserve it and there's nothing you can say to change my mind, now bend over and take down those panties," he commanded.
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 Tom 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 Ann?" he asked. "Y-Yes," she whimpered, "I'm sorry." WHOOOOSH, CRAAACK! the strop landed without warning. "OOOOOOOOHHHH" Ann cried, "PLEASE NO!" Again it whistled through the air, SMAAACK!, right across her tender ass. "OHOHOHOH! PLEASE TOM, IT HURTS!"
Taking no notice Tom raised the razor strop again, bringing it firmly down across both cheeks of Ann's naked posterior, WHAACK! CRAACK!, SMAACK!. Ann 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!" Tom continued his assault on his wife's quickly reddening backside. WHOOOSH, CRAAACK! "OOOOWWWW!" P-PLEASE", was all she could say, her cheeks would clench and unclench franticly trying to reduce the heat that quickly built in her bottom but to no avail, and through all of her crying Tom continued undaunted.
WHISSHHH, SMAACK!, WHAAPP! the leather continued to find it's mark, making an angry red stripe and a weal on each side of the belt on every stroke. By the eighteenth stroke Ann's crying was one continuous wail. "OHHHHHH, PLEASE, I'LL BE GOOD," she cried, "NO MORE, PLEASE!" But the strapping went on for a full five minutes, by the time Tom laid the strop down Ann's ass was a mound of red stripes, some already turning a light blue with white 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 and reddened cock and slid it to the hilt into Ann's dripping cunt. Tom couldn't remember the last time her pussy felt so hot or wet.
As Ann lay bent over still crying, she felt Tom thrust into her and was surprised at how hot she felt, 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 it felt like. Tom fucked her from behind like that until she came three more times, then he released what felt like a quart of come into her dripping hole, some spilling out around his engorged cock, laying down both of them spent, Tom kissed the remaining tears from Ann's face, and told her all was forgiven, they both agreed however, that that was one of the most intense love-making sessions that either one had ever experienced.
As they rested Ann slid down and licked Tom's tool 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 Ann hoped it wouldn't be all that long before he had to use it on her again.