Lara's cheeks were burning red. Her face was blushing from being in this position and her arse was crimson after the spanking her husband had just delivered. Tied, spread-eagled to the four-poster bed, she knew her weekend of humiliation had just begun. They had left their two daughters with her mother and driven to this exclusive country house hotel where the bell-boy had escorted them to the biggest suite in the hotel, one removed from the other guest rooms to offer additional privacy to their more demanding guests. It suited her husband down to the ground as he had promised her to "treat her good and treat her bad" all weekend and he didn't want any unforeseen interruptions. She wasn't sure if it was the "good" or the "bad" that she was looking forward to more.
She was thirty-five, a mother of two girls, and the chances for her to adopt her submissive nature had been very limited recently. Now, however, as she tried to hide her embarrassed face between the soft pillows of the largest bed she had ever seen, she knew that her desire to be treated well by her husband/master had been overtaken by her burning desire to be treated badly.
After the bell boy had left her husband had poured them both a glass of champagne then simply sat back in one of the deep armchairs in the suite and ordered her to strip. She felt very self conscious as she took a long drink from her champagne flute and began to open the open the buttons of her white, silk blouse. As she moved down the buttons and her white lace bra came more and more into view her husband shifted in his seat as she could see his erection already causing a bulge in the front of his trousers.
Pulling the blouse out of her cream coloured linen skirt, she slipped it off her shoulders and dropped it to the carpet where she stood. With only her small bra covering her large breasts, Lara could feel her face starting to get red as her nipples poked through the thin lace and her husband stared at them with real hunger in his eyes.
Reaching round behind herself, she undid the single button on the waistband of her skirt, lowered the zip then wiggled her hips to push it down her smooth legs. Standing there in her bra, matching white thong and stockings, she began to step out of her high heeled shoes when she was told to keep them on. Twirling his finger, her husband ordered her to turn around so that he could savour the sight of her tiny thong pulled deep between the round cheeks of her gorgeous arse. Lara could never understand what he saw that aroused him so much in her bottom but he loved to touch her, kiss her and lick her there. She shuddered at the thought that maybe this weekend would be the time when he finally took her anal virginity. Turning back round to face him, she was met with what she hoped was a pretend angry look on his face.
"I thought I told you to wear black."
They both knew that he hadn't but he was going to use this as his excuse to spank her. Pulling her by the wrist, he threw her on to the bed and ordered her to lie face down. Doing as she was told, she felt him take her right arm and tie it to the one of the four wooden posts at each corner of the bed with a silk scarf. This was followed by her right leg being tied in the same manner before he moved round to her left side and completed her bondage.
She knew what was coming next; he had spanked her before but only in a playful manner. This time she knew it was going to be different. He had promised her a "real" spanking, real enough to turn her arse bright red and make it difficult to sit down. She trembled in fear and anticipation while she waited for the first slap on her shapely bum but he wasn't quite ready yet. She looked around to see him getting something out of his case which he had insisted on packing himself.
He came back to the bedside and reached over her head. Before she knew it, Lara had been blindfolded with some sort of velvet mask which cut out her vision entirely. Next she felt him pressing something into her mouth, something soft but which filled her mouth entirely. He leaned down and whispered in her ear that it was the knickers she had worn yesterday which he had retrieved from their laundry basket without her knowledge. She gagged at the thought of her own used panties in her mouth yet, at the same time, became aware of a taste which she had only ever tasted before when she licked her fingers after masturbating. She had only ever done so under his instructions and found it even more humiliating to taste her own pussy juices in this position. Just as she thought it couldn't get any worse, the spanking began.
SLAP!
Lara's whole body jerked off the bed at the pain and shock.
SLAP!
This time on her other cheek.
SLAP!
Lara tried to cry out but her mouth was well stuffed with her dirty knickers and her lack of vision seemed to intensify every thing else that she was feeling.
SLAP!
She didn't think she could take much more of this.
SLAP!
How could she tell him to stop, yell out her "safe" word, bound and gagged as she was?
SLAP!
Lara cried into her mask, just as it was removed from her eyes.
Her husband looked down on his wife's punished arse and revelled in the sight of her bright red cheeks. He had wanted to do that for so long, not to hurt her or punish her but simply because he thought it would be so exciting. And it was; he felt his fat, erect cock throbbing in his trousers and knew it would need some release very soon. What he hadn't expected was to see his beautiful wife just as aroused. He could see the crotch of her white thong had a very obvious damp patch and he peeled it from her slightly to allow his fingers in, running them along her very wet slit.
Lara was shocked. Her bottom hurt so much yet she couldn't deny that, when her husband had touched her pussy, her juices were flowing. She had never known her body to betray her in this way. It was unthinkable to believe that she was turned on by the spanking she had just received yet, as her husband continued to play with her pussy, it continued to respond.
Just when she was starting to forget about the pain in her bottom and enjoy what her husband was doing with his skillfull fingers, he stopped. Lara moaned in frustration but, in her position, that was all she could do. She tried to lift her head and turn around to see what he was going to do next but couldn't find him. Instead she heard him on the phone ordering some more champagne from room service. Expecting him to release her before it was delivered she relaxed and lay her head down.
After a few moments, when he still hadn't untied her, she raised her head again to look for him. Sitting on the big armchair again, he was relaxing, finishing his drink, smiling at his bound wife. Then it struck her; he was going to allow someone else, a stranger, into their suite and allow them to see her tied to the bed.
"Please, no," she begged. "You can't let anyone else see me like this; it would be too embarrassing. Please untie me."
Her husband just smiled back at her and then someone knocked at the door. He got up to answer it and Lara tried to bury her face in the pillows. How could he let anyone else see her like this? She was mortified. There she lay, spread-eagled, tied to the bedposts, in her underwear, her punished bottom cheeks all too obvious for anyone to see. She sobbed into the pillows but could still feel her knickers getting even more wet.
"Just take it over to the bed," she heard her husband say and wished the bed would swallow her. The next thing she heard was a gasp and it was obviously from a girl.
"Put the tray down between my wife's legs," the girl was instructed.
"Do you like what you see?"
"I've never seen another woman's bottom, sir. It's so red."
"That's because I've just spanked her. Have you ever been spanked, Cathleen?" he asked, seeing her name on her badge.
