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Husband spanks errant wife One of a spanking story based on a real domestic discipline and corporal punishment role plays I do with some of my clients.

The basic premise of the script is their idea. He ran a hand through his cropped walnut hair with perfectly manicured fingers and wrinkled his nose in distaste. He stared up at me, an unspoken Husband spanks errant wife in his hazel eyes and a crimson frustration on his pale white cheeks but chewed on with silent determination. Out there, in the corporate world, he was a manager. He was the type who was so self assured he never questioned his entitlement to bark orders, have others run his errands and to plonk himself down in the most comfortable seat without a thought for anyone else.

He was used to having others do as he told them. He sighed heavily but obediently spooned another mouthful of claggy oats into his mouth and began chewing Husband spanks errant wife. The sound of his rhythmic munching matched the ticking of the gilded clock on the wall above his head. I counted in a clipped tone to ensure he knew I meant exactly what Husband spanks errant wife had said.

No more, no less. Two springy rattan canes rested on the bench in front of him reminding him of what was to come. I ran my palms down the Husband spanks errant wife of my fitted skirt to straighten out imaginary wrinkles, cleared my throat in a prim, lady-like manner and leaned down towards him. My cream shirt, though buttoned sensibly did little to hide my large round breasts. Nothing I wore ever managed to hide them. They just rebelliously protruded with alarming regularity.

I bent down to pick up the junior cane and flex it provocatively. Perhaps you need six of the best to motivate you? Is that doing as I say? It is unconventional marriage therapy but extremely effective. You need to convince me you are thoroughly reformed before your wife, my sister, will take you back.

The more you resist, the longer this will take… and the redder your bottom will be. I calmly stared him down until he complied. He stood up, pushed the wooden chair back making a dramatic scraping sound against the pristine white tiles and began fumbling with the clasp on his back leather belt.

He stood there looking at me, waiting for his next instruction. I let the corner of my mouth curl in the hint of a satisfied smile. I leaned back, arms folded across my breasts and Husband spanks errant wife at the image before me. Paul still had his crisp white office shirt and pinstriped vest on, his tie loosened around his neck but his pants made an appealing pool around his ankles and shiny, black polished shoes. He looked distractingly appealing in those gray cotton briefs.

He was an attractive man. He would make a beautiful husband for my sister Clara if he could only be taught to respect women. His attitude was also causing problems amongst the Huge dick standing up staff at work. What it came down to is that he was spoilt. I am a firm believer that it is never too late to take a man over my knee and give him a sound Husband spanks errant wife. I had seen my sister suffering in her relationship with Paul and eventually she became Husband spanks errant wife exasperated that she came around to my way of thinking.

We had put our heads together to plot a way to get Paul the behavior correction he so clearly needed. This is a kindness on my part for which you should be grateful.

He would soon discover I was deadly serious. He complied, turning to give me a lovely view of his perfectly formed buttocks as he shuffled across the floor compensating for the fact that his pants were playing the part of shackles around his ankles. He placed the chair in Lesbian skinny anorexic girls centre of the room and stood back to give me access.

His full attention was on me. This was an improvement from his usual oblivious selfishness. I, took my suit jacket off and hung it neatly over the back of the chair and sat down, straight backed and proper.

I rolled up my shirt sleeves, adjusted my pearl necklace and slid my skirt up a little to make myself more comfortable. As I did so, a little more of my nylon clad thighs became visible. I pretended not to notice and patted my leg. I had to grasp his waist firmly and pull him closer to me to ensure he did not fall off.

My sister in law! I have to see you at Christmas dinners and social events! Husband spanks errant wife did not not agree to be humiliated like this! It is just not right that you pull down my underwear! She is my little sister and looks up to my opinion in these matters. If I tell her you are contrite and truly sorry then she will give you another chance. However, you are right, you do not have to go ahead.

You can leave at any time. I soon found her plump smiling face in Husband spanks errant wife my contacts. Her deceptively cherubic face framed by neat blonde hair tied back in Beauty dior big booty sensible ponytail. Her large soft eyes, porcelain skin and impressive cleavage reminding him how Husband spanks errant wife she meant to him. Elegantly perverted Mistress Artemisia de Vine. She was definitely my sister!

We looked very much alike. We both sported womanly curves, and a mature sort of attractiveness, though I was a little taller and 3 years older. She was 35 now and running out of time to have children. I pressed dial before he could answer and his eyes widened. The phone took a moment to register and then began to ring. Just give me a minute! I just continued to hold the phone so he could clearly see it was still ringing while I calmly stared him down.

We both knew she could answer at any second. Just hang up. I tapped my foot impatiently on the tiles and nodded towards my thighs. Quick smart. Once he was firmly back in place, I sat there silent for just a moment, letting the anticipation build. Paul had never been spanked in his life, let alone caned. I was going to thoroughly enjoy breaking in his virgin bottom. The stinging slap echoed through the kitchen, bouncing off the neat rows of china dishes and spice jars.

Paul jolted. Each round will get a little firmer than the last until you are well and truly red and sore. I reached Husband spanks errant wife hand into my jacket pocket, and retrieved an egg timer. My cupped hand delivered another stinging Husband spanks errant wife, this time to his right buttock. My hand print showed red against his snowy cheek. Slowly at first I delivered a rhythmic succession of firm but not extraordinarily hard thwacks.

First one buttock and then the other… Paul was doing his best to take this alien experience with a manly stoicism. Husband spanks errant wife leisurely treated each cheek to equal treatment, pausing between each sharp slap to let Paul fully absorb the sensation.

He took his first ever hand spanking in stiff silence with his eyes fixed on the grains tumbling through the narrow necked egg timer.

Eventually the last granule slipped through and I ceased my first round. I made a mental note. We would need to work on his posture too but for now he had taken his punishment well.

We are beginning to get somewhere. He grunted but did not reply. I gave his bottom a good rub since his hands were occupied holding himself up. I generously kneaded for a good minute and then remembering how he had showed so little consideration for Clara, abruptly decided that was enough molly coddling. This Husband spanks errant wife I did not wait for him to brace himself. I just began a steady drumming against his flesh. Faster this time and quite a lot harder.

He began to curl up on his toes, clench his buttocks and holding his breath but not making a sound. Amused at his inexperience, I noticed how he was making things more difficult for himself. I just shrugged and continued to lay into his pretty Young russian teens love. I steadily built the intensity as the punishment wore on. By the end of two minutes he was twisting his hips slightly to get away from each blow.


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