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Mason sat watching his wife
standing in the corner, her beautiful ass on display, awaiting punishment. She
had quite the punishment coming. He picked up his latest purchase: the
stainless steel syringe. It was cool to the touch but just what he needed for
an event like tonight. For lesser offenses and for maintenance, he would take
her over his knee for a more intimate spanking, but her deception had earned
her the cane and this. He pulled the plunger out and picked up the tube of anal
lubricant. Opening the top, he squeezed a generous amount into the barrel of
the syringe, replaced the plunger and set it back down before checking his watch.
Just a few minutes to go. He stood and began to unbuckle his belt, the sound of
him pulling it through the loops of his pants making her gasp and shuffle on
her feet as he approached. He doubled it over in his hand, taking the buckle
into his palm and holding it at his side.
"All right, Melody. Go ahead
and slide your panties off."
He waited until they fell to the
floor and she stepped out of them.
"You're getting the belt first
before the cane and the anal punishment you've got coming. You know what to do,
walk your legs farther back so your back is level to the floor and spread them
wider. Hands flat against the wall and push that bottom out, girl. I want it
offered up for every single stroke, got it?"
"Yes, sir," she said as
she moved into position, lowering her torso and arching her back, taking her
legs wider. "How many?" she asked, her tone anxious.
"Haven't decided," he
said, placing a hand at her low back and pushing it down, forcing her hips
higher so that he could now easily glimpse the pink of her pussy lips
glistening just between her cheeks. "Here we go."
* * *
Melody knew he liked for her to
take her punishments in silence, but sometimes it was just an impossibility,
like tonight. The belt striped her bottom as he laid down stroke after stroke
without a break. She wondered if the sound of it carried outside, if the
neighbors knew that she was being spanked by her husband. She bit her lip,
trying to manage the pain, her hands fisting on the wall, her ass and the tops
of her thighs on fire.
"Hands flat on the wall and
keep your feet down," he said.
"Yes, sir," she managed
through the strokes.
She tried not to clench, knowing he
wanted her bottom relaxed for punishment, her cheeks bouncing with every
strike, the belt just licking her pussy lips which somehow, even through a
punishment, grew wet. The belt was bad but the cane was worse. It would leave
lines of pure fire that would not heal for days. And he'd want to inspect her
bottom daily in the coming week. He'd ask her just after dinner every night to
bare her bottom and present herself for intimate inspection and if she had an
anal punishment coming tonight, the humiliation of those inspections would be
doubled.
Anal punishment. She liked having
Marcus fuck her ass, but when he was punishing her, the fucking was harder and
not for her pleasure but his. She wondered if he'd allow her to come at all
tonight, but didn’t spend long on those thoughts when Marcus finally stopped.
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Come back next week for a little more, but for today, head over to the other blogs and have a look.