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A SPANKING FOR SANDYChapter 1. Getting to know you.Sandy stood in the kitchen, nervously fingering her martini glass, swirling the ice this way and that, waiting to find out what her husband had in store for her. He was in the main lounge room of their home with a stranger who had arrived, unannounced but obviously expected, some thirty minutes previously. Her husband had asked her to make them drinks, a Scotch for their ‘guest’, and then he told her to get herself a drink and wait in the kitchen until he called her. As she waited her mind went back over the day’s events to try and work out what was happening.Her husband had arrived home a little earlier than usual and he was looking flushed. He even smiled at her as he said “Hi Babe. How’s it been?”, both rare events these days. Taking a beer from the refrigerator he said, “Sandy. Go upstairs and make yourself nice, you know what I mean, shower, change, put on a bit of make up. Okay?”“Sure” she said, puzzled, “What’ll I wear?”“Put on that short black dress that fastens over the front. That’s quite sexy. And, no tights, bare legs will be good and shoes. But not too high on the heels Babe.”A sexy dress, bare legs, heels? What was he up to now? They had not been getting on too well recently, he was working more and he was tired too often for pretty much anything. She was getting frustrated with it all and had been a real bitch to him, in fact her attitude was getting worse. The more she bitched, the worse he got, the worse he got, the more she bitched. Things were going nowhere and she knew it but she could not get off the merry-go-round.After she had changed, she came to him to ask him what it was all about but he was in the room with a stranger; he must have had arrived while she was in the shower as she hadn’t heard him arrive. Her husband didn’t introduce him, just told her to offer him a drink and now here she was waiting in the kitchen with her thoughts. She’d made a quick assessment of the stranger based on that brief meeting, early-mid forties, brown hair, stocky build and he had, she thought, an accent of some kind but all he had said to her so far was “Thank you” when she handed him his drink. She noticed too that he hadn’t smiled at her.Perhaps he was a lawyer, yes that was it, what else could it be. Her spitefulness had forced the issue and now he was here to thrash out some kind of arrangement. She caught herself before she ran away with her thoughts and shook her head. She also checked herself, ‘thrash’ that was a strange word to use, she wouldn’t normally say or think like that.“Sandy. Come in now” her husband was calling from the other room, “Well I’ll find out now, whatever it is “ she thought. She swallowed her drink and went into the other room.“Sandy, this is Anthony.”As her husband introduced the stranger, he stood up and motioned for silence. Her husband stopped speaking.“Sandy” said Anthony, “I have been asked by your husband to come here to discipline you… No. Don’t speak, I haven’t finished.”His commanding voice stalled her tongue. He continued “He feels that it is the proper way to guide your marriage and moreover, to punish you for your behaviour of late. Take a few moments to think about this.”Her mind was racing, full of confused thoughts, thoughts of anger, rage, shame and she realized, excitement. She looked at Anthony then at her husband. His face was almost expressionless but she detected a hint of, well, something in his eye. She had been a real whore to him, maybe if she was punished for it, as her parents had done when she’d been bad, she would be able to start with a clean slate. Life may get back to the good times that they’d once had.“All right” she said, “I’m listening”Anthony spoke directly to her, “I will not punish an unwilling woman, you must give your full consent for this. Do you?” He did have an accent: Scottish, yes it was Scottish.“I suppose so” Sandy answered.“Then listen carefully. You will address me as Sir and you will obey all of my requests, they will be given as such, they are not orders. Your husband is in control and I will stop if he wants me to but first you must demonstrate your willingness to go ahead.”“How do I do that?” “You call me ‘Sir’ to begin with. I won’t tell you too often. I want you to raise your dress and pull your panties down, then lay in my lap. Can you do that?”“Yes Sir. I can do that.” she said “Now?”“Come.” He took her hand and led her to a dining chair that had been placed in the middle of the room, she remembered thinking that it was odd that she had not noticed it before. He sat down and brought her round to his right side. He released her hand. “Now” he said.She looked across at her husband but he was staring at the space that her ass would occupy in a few seconds, that is, if she went through with this madness. She felt a mixture of fear and excitement mixed with a little anticipation; she took a deep breath, let it sigh out and slowly tugged her skirt up to her waist. She looked at Anthony, his face was impassive she could tell nothing from it, then she reached down and awkwardly pulled her panties down to her knees. She glanced at them both but learnt nothing; breathing in short nervous gasps she bent slowly forward and placed herself in the stranger’s lap.Anthony maneuvered Sandy’s left arm to his left side, effectively trapping her by the elbow, he reached across her body and took her right wrist and gently placed it in the small of her back, he held it firmly with his left hand. His right hand gently caressed her ass, it felt kind of nice and she began to relax a little. He spoke to her in his Gaelic burr.“Sandy, this is not intended to hurt you very much, that will come later. This is more an exercise in trust and a show of willingness. Do you understand?”“Yes. kaçak iddaa I think so”!!SMACK!!“Yes. I think so; Sir” he barked “Do you understand?”“Yes Sir, I’m sorry Sir” her ass smarted, what was it like if he intended to hurt.“Good. I’m glad we understand each other. I’m going to give you ten more as a warm up, your husband will direct you from there. Are you ready?”“Yes Sir. I’m ready.” She found herself falling into the rhythm of speech already. Her buttocks were tingling now. She waited.!!SMACK!!The sound that the slap made was louder than she expected and strangely it didn’t seem to hurt very much at all, just spread a tingle through her bottom and created a pleasant warmth.!!SMACK!!She felt little pain at this one either, just this warm glow.!!SMACK!!!!SMACK!!She was aware of a strange sensation in her stomach and also of wetness between her legs.!!SMACK!!“Oh shit” she thought “have I pissed myself?” She wriggled slightly then knew what it was….!!SMACK!!“Christ, I haven’t felt like that in years,” she thought. She wriggled again and as she did so she was aware of Anthony having an erection. He put his hand on her left hip and pushed her away from it, her body had been resting on it.!!SMACK!!She was aware that that slap was a bit harder than the others, it stung sharply then blended into the fierce radiance ravaging her blazing cheeks.!!SMACK!!!!SMACK!!That was hard also, actually that hurt a bit and she felt the sting in her upper thighs.!!SMACK!!This, squarely and soundly across her bottom fairly hard and then she realized that Anthony had let his hand rest there on her backside and was gently rubbing it.It was over she thought to herself and made to get up, vaguely wondering what to do now. She raised herself from his lap.“Honey,” her husband’s voice had a kind of croak in it as though he had not drunk for a week “undo your top and suck Anthony. I think that he deserves it.”Without another thought Sandy did as she was bid, her ass was on fire but so was her cunt, never had she felt such heat. She quickly freed her breasts and knelt in front of Anthony, her panties still round her knees and her hemline round her waist. She cupped her breasts as thought they were offerings to Anthony, then reached for his trouser belt and undid it. She unzipped him and his cock burst out, she placed her mouth round him and started to suck.He came immediately and explosively, holding her head roughly by her hair, his body bucked up towards her, his hot semen seemed to fill her mouth and she knew enough to keep sucking until he settled back on the seat. He released his hold on her head and let out a long sigh.He pushed his still erect penis back in his trousers and zipped himself up, looking down he noticed some spilt semen around his fly and he looked over at Sandy. Her mouth was still full of Anthony’s cum but the look on his face told her what she must do with it, she swallowed. He stood and moved across the room to stand with her husband. Still on her knees she looked up at the two men. Anthony opened a leather overnight/flight style bag and took something out, she couldn’t see it clearly but it looked like a short thick strap of some kind.“Okay.” Said Anthony to her husband “now we can begin.”Chapter 2Sandy was a little troubled by this, ‘Begin,’ begin what, she rose to her feet and pulled up her panties, her ass tender to the feel of the cotton. She re-adjusted her clothing then stood looking at them, waiting for some sort of inkling as to what was to happen next. Her husband turned to her and said thickly “Go upstairs Honey and put on the blue dress that you’ll find hanging in the closet. Quickly now… Let’s not make Anthony wait.”“Then what?”, she was whispering in case she collected another slap for not saying ‘Sir’ while Anthony was about.“Come back in here. C’mon Babe, move it”She went upstairs to the bedroom and opened his closet and hanging there was a blue silk dress, short with a full skirt. She looked at it for a second or two; it looked to be her size.“That’s something” she thought, “at least it will fit.” She caught herself again, “I don’t think that that man downstairs gives a shit whether this fits or not. He’s only interested in my ass.” She took off the black dress and threw it on the bed. The silk felt good as she pulled it over her head onto her naked breasts, cool and comforting almost. She let it fall and it swayed nicely just above her knees, she looked in the mirror, she looked good. A little tousled after her experience perhaps; a sort of ‘just got out of bed look.’ She ran her fingers through her hair and she realized that the pain in her ass was gone. It had been replaced by a warm buzz kind of sensation, it was a shame that Anthony had come so quickly, she mused, she was really feeling quite horny.The door opened and her husband entered, he came up behind her, he put his hands on her shoulder and looked at her eyes in the mirror. He put his lips close to her ear.“You better come now Baby, it’ll be okay. Anthony has given me a ‘safeword’ for you, if it gets too bad then just say ‘Christmas’ then he’ll stop. Got that? Christmas. Come on now, it’ll be all right.” He gently propelled her towards the door“Wait” she said and went over to her closet. Quickly she changed her panties for a clean pair, she was sure that the damp patch on the gusset would shame her.“Okay, I’m ready.”Sandy was worried that she was not ready; she wasn’t even sure what she was supposed to be ready for. She entered the room; Anthony was standing by the kitchen door, his Scotch in one hand and some sort of short leather belt in the other. He addressed her,“Sandy, this is a tawse, perhaps you have heard of one?”She shook her head.“Once used in Scottish schools to punish c***dren my dear, kaçak bahis naughty, spiteful c***dren. I’m going to use it to punish you. You are going to get a lesson that you will never, ever forget. In here please.”He opened the door to the kitchen and held it so that she could pass through, she remembered thinking, absurdly, what nice manners he had. Once they were in the kitchen he spoke again.“Lean over that bar stool and hold the legs.”She did as requested, it was quite low and she did not find the position at all comfortable or easily sustainable but knew better that to say anything. She felt him lay the strap on her bottom and she gasped involuntarily and held her breath. Nothing happened; there was no blow from the tawse, the bastard was teasing her.“No, that’s too low to be of any use” it was Anthony’s voice “get up from there and lean over this table.”He was indicating the wooden breakfast bench set.“Now out stretch your arms and lay your head down. That’s it, now face to the left, okay, don’t move.”Again she felt the strap lay across her buttocks, it lifted and there was a light tap as he laid it down again.“Lovely, that’ll be just grand.”He placed the tawse thing on the table where she just could see it. It was a wicked looking thing about twenty four inches long, two to three wide and just over half an inch thick. One end was rounded and shaped to provide a good grip and the other, the business, end divided into three tongues of about seven inches long. It was certainly made from leather, the handle part worn quite smooth from use and she was very conscious of the obvious wear on the tongues. He was talking again.“Sandy, I’m going to give you twelve strokes of the tawse on your bare bottom, this is in keeping with your husband’s wishes and has his full consent, you have already given yours. You may not try to cover or protect yourself until I stop. Each time that you do this you will receive one further additional stroke. If you find that you can not comply with this you may ask me to tie your hands, if you do so, three more will augment your remaining strokes. After you have received your punishment you will lie on the table and I shall fuck you. Spanking a beautiful woman for the first time is a very erotic experience for me. I find it is difficult to control my reaction, that’s why I had you relieve the pressure. You understand? Is all that clear?”“Yes Sir. Quite clear” she found herself saying. Her mind was racing, what was she doing, she should throw these two out of here but she had rather enjoyed the hand spanking earlier and she was curious about this tawse. Twelve couldn’t be that bad. And she felt that she could handle a good fuck now.“All right Sandy, raise your dress and lower your panties.” Anthony said.She reached behind her and lifted the full skirt up, it came easily then hooking her thumbs in the waistband pulled her panties down. This time they fell all the way to the floor leaving her feeling strangely more vulnerable than before, she took her position again without being told, arms out head down on the cool wood of the table.“No, perhaps on second thought you should turn your head to the other side, and close your eyes. You don’t want to see this coming.”She did as she was asked. She felt the strap laid on her, it too was cool to the touch, her senses were heightened above any thing she had ever known. She felt a confused rush of fear, anticipation, doubt, expectation, lust and oddly, love. The tawse lifted, she held her breath and steeled herself by tensing her buttocks.!!!THWACKK!!“Jesus H Christ” her backside exploded with pain. She had expected nothing like this. She let out a shriek of pain and anger. Her head and shoulders lifted in a sort of recoil. Her hands flew to her ass to hold it. They were flicked away.“Do that again and it will cost you another stroke. As it’s your first time I will excuse it now quiet yourself. Head back on the table please.”She did so.!!!THWACKK!!“Ahhgggaaahhhhh” she screamed her agony and her hands fluttered up from the table, she checked the movement and laid her arms down. This was awful, the pain filled her whole body or so it seemed.!!!THWACKK!!“Ohhhuuuhhhhhya” her body jerked up again. Once more her hands wanted to go to her butt and rub some of this anguish away. She choked back a sob. She could feel the tears welling up in her eyes, she squeezed them tightly shut.!!!THWACKK!!“Oowwwwaaaahha” she could hold back no longer, a loud sob in her throat burst forth and her tears flowed freely. She gasped for breath!!!THWACKK!!“Christmas…..Christmas…..CHRISTTTMAAASSSS. Chapter 3It stopped. The only sound that she could hear was that of her sobbing. Tears were streaming down her face; she stood and clutched at her bottom, blinking furiously in a attempt to clear her vision. She wanted to wipe her eyes but was unwilling to sacrifice the comfort she gained from rubbing her buttocks. Her sobs quieted to a gentle moan, like that of schoolgirl; blinking hard she looked around.Her husband and Anthony stood together and watched her, she cast her eyes down, sniffed hard and gently caressed her sore rear-end.“ What do you think?” It was her husband who spoke, addressing Anthony, “Is that enough?”“That is entirely up to you. Do you feel that she has had a lesson that she will not forget? And what has she learnt? That one need not always pay the full price?”Her husband glanced at her, eyes down and sniveling“I see what you mean” he said “perhaps not.”“Please sit down Sandy, while I discuss this with Anthony.”Sandy raised her hands to wipe her eyes and went towards the armchair, the cool silk of the dress fell against her stinging cheeks as she stopped rubbing. It felt good, almost as though her Guardian Angel was blowing on her bottom illegal bahis to cool her. She pulled her panties back up and sat looking across at the two men; she tried to listen but could not focus her attention on the conversation. It seemed to her that every synapse in her body was shouting its own conflicting message, she turned her focus inwards for a moment. The pain that had caused her to cry ‘uncle’ was no longer recognizable. Her senses were again heightened to a degree that she had never known. The sensations now left to her had somehow given her an inner strength that was new to her and now that its intensity no longer flared in her derrière she could almost swear that she had liked it! She brought herself out of her thoughts and again tried to listen to Anthony and her husband.“I am afraid that she must submit willingly to the strap…” Anthony was saying “…there is no gain in forcing her. That will only lead to a resentment that will fester and spoil her possible emergence into her true submissive lifestyle.” He turned to her.“Sandy, you agreed to accept the punishment that your husband set for you. Is that not so?”She sniffed and nodded her head, then looked at her knees.“Look at me please Sandy and answer me.”She raised her head and looked at him, still tearful.“Yes Sir. I But…”“And you recognize that this session is necessary?”“I don’t think that…..”“Yes or No?”“Yes”“Are you also clear that if you do not give your whole consent then I shall leave and you and your husband will alone with this problem? And that I shall not return?”She looked at the coffee table in front of her. Her husband had refreshed her drink at some time and she picked it up, looked at the ice cubes floating in the clear liquid and sipped at it. She thought furiously, then reached a decision. Taking one more sip of her drink she placed the glass on the table and rose to her feet. Reaching behind her she unfastened the silk dress and pushed it off her shoulders allowing it to fall to the floor. Looking directly ahead she slowly pulled down her panties until they too fell and she gracefully stepped out of them. She placed her hands lightly on her bottom, feeling the welts then let them fall to her sides. She walked proudly to the table, reached her upper body over it and gripped the far edge tightly with both hands. She moved her feet to place them about eight inches apart and then she waited.The two men approached the table, her husband in front of her and Anthony behind her. She looked up at her husband then glanced at her wrists,“Please,” she said softly. He looked at Anthony and receiving his nodded ascent he grasped them and held them to the table. “Five lawful strokes administered, seven remain, three are added for the restraint.” Said Anthony in a flat monotone.She looked to her left side and flashed an agreement with her eyes. She remained looking in Anthony’s direction. She could just make out him raising his arm.!!!THWACKK!!!“Hhhnnnnngggh” she gasped as the leather bit down on her, the stinging was instantaneous.Anthony shifted position!!SSSMMMAAACCCKKK!!.“!!Ahnngggnnnhh!! She grunted loudly in pain.“That is two of ten Sandy. Count from three for me please.” Anthony said this in a matter of fact voice, like asking the time.!!!THWAPPPP!!“Ohhhaaahhhyyyaa… Three…”!!!THWACCCCKKKKK!!“Nnnnhhhhuuuggghhh…Four…”She began to feel in control of herself and she knew that if she tried hard she would not cry again.!!!THWACKK!!“Aaahhhaggh… Five Sir…”That pleased Anthony, she was accepting this much more quickly that he had imagined. He aimed for her upper thighs.!!!SMMAACCKKK!!!Sandy yelped loudly and almost forgot to add “Six” at the unexpected site of the last stroke.!!!CCRRAACCKK!! This one back on her bottom.“Hnnuuggh…Seven …Sir…” !!!THWACKK!! Again her buttocks, squarely across both cheeks.“Uhhhhgg… Eight… ” !!!TTHHWWAAPPP!!!“Ahhhgg…Nine Sir…”She braced herself for the last stroke, expecting something special. She was not disappointed.!!SSMMAACCKKK!!! Straight across both thighs, at the point where her bottom creased.“Ten. Sir. Ohhhhh. Ohhhh shit. Ohhh that hurts.”Her husband released her wrists and she rested on the table gasping for breath, she felt as though she had been holding it all this time. She looked up and spoke to him.“ I am sorry Darling, really I am. I will make it up to you and I will really try to behave.” She stood up and addressed Anthony.“ May I rub my bottom please Sir?” she asked politely. “Indeed. Perhaps you may like to go to the bathroom and inspect yourself.” He suggested.Realizing that it was not just a suggestion she nodded and turned to go, then caught herself.“Thank you Sir, and may I apologize for my poor behaviour earlier.” She almost curtseyed to him.“Think nothing of it Sandy. Now, leave us for the moment.”Sandy twisted round to survey the damage in the mirror. Her bottom was very red indeed and she could almost make out the track of each stroke. She dabbed at it with a damp face flannel. She really could not describe how free she felt. The pain, as pain alone had gone leaving her with an intense deep fiery glow. And not only in her bottom. For the first time in months she desired sex, real sex, with a man who was prepared to go up against her bitchiness, with the man that she had met all that time ago. But first she would have to submit to Anthony, not an unpleasant thought, in fact rather exciting but all the same…….She returned to the sitting room.Anthony had gone. Her husband stood holding a replica of Anthony’s tawse. She could see from where she stood that it was brand new and not at all used. He placed it on the table.“A new beginning for us Sandy I think. Don’t you?”“Yes Darling. And I meant what I said. I will never give you cause to be disappointed in me again.”He looked long and hard at her.“I hope that is not the case Sandy. I hope not.”Sandy looked at the tawse on the table and wondered how long it would be before it too was worn and polished.@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@
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