Mrs. Marian Wintergreen tottered into the bedroom of her home in Ipswich in ridiculously high-heeled boots and shivered. Although the weather had been unseasonably warm, the tall female felt no warmth. This also may have been because apart from her thigh-length boots, the slender forty-something was in the buff.
"Oh my, it's rather chilly in here, is it not, darling?"
Marian sat back in the only chair in the room and sighed softly. She studied her freshly painted nails and patted the fine hair that she had piled up on top of her head. She tilted her head as she tapped her black leather boots with a sixteen-inch long riding crop. She looked at her spouse, ten years older than she, and pouted.
For as long as she could remember, Marian had been obsessed with dishing out reprimands and discipline. She had reached the pinnacle of her physical admonishments whilst teaching at the Minding Manners finishing school for young females over the age of eighteen. As she matured, the blossoming beauty began to find that spanking and cuffing were now a necessity in her sex life.
"Evening, my dear."
Harold, her husband of seven years, was on his hands and knees with his face between her parted thighs. As naked as the day he was born, the poor fellow had a dog collar around his neck which was attached to a length of linked chain. The other end of which was firmly gripped by Marian. For the last half hour or so, the frustrated vixen had waited forlornly for her orgasm. He had provided her with oral stimulation for ages until his tongue felt like it was stretched beyond repair.
"Really, Harold. This will not do at all."
The childless couple lived in a fairly well-to-do neighbourhood. Their house boasted four bedrooms, two reception rooms, a spacious kitchen/breakfast room, two bathrooms, and a gated driveway with off-road parking. Gainsborough Lodge is an elegant and beautifully presented brick-built period home retaining much of its original charm, with bay and sash windows, tall corniced ceilings and skirting boards, and feature fireplaces.
The master bedroom was well-sized and proportioned with fine features and elevated aspects. The room was also well served by a family bathroom with a fitted bathtub. Both had prospered in recent years and wanted for nothing. Except for a thirst for kinky sex. Harold fantasised about being submissive for most of his later years but kept it a secret. Even Marian didn't know when they married. Every time she raised the subject of fetish play in their sex life, he was all for it. When she mentioned spanking and bondage, he came in his pants!
"Sorry, my dear. Poor show on my part."
Marian she up in her chair and stretched out her high-heeled boot and brushed the toe across his face. She studied his reaction and was pleased that he did not pull his head away.
"Poor show, indeed." she placed the handle of the riding crop under his chin so that his head was cocked to his left.
She stood up and slowly circled him. He duly bent forward and raised his saggy bottom. She waited and watched him.
Being a successful businesswoman in the City was stressful. Being a woman and trying to succeed means the pressures are everywhere. Stress. Mental, more often than not, came to her daily. Finding some solace in physical role-play helped her to relax. She found it the best way to treat her mind and body. This is what led her to rely on the crop. Both wielding it and taking it.
"Stand at attention. Stay still with your eyes front. At this time you're not allowed to look at me without permission."
To tease her husband further, Marian took her time inspecting his nakedness. She lifted his hard cock up with the crop and he hissed in reply.
"Anita told me that you've been a very bad man today. Is this true?" he dipped his head as she admonished him. "Were you caught masturbating as you watched her ironing?"
"Yes, it's true."
"Then, I need to punish you for that."
As she spoke, she fondled his scrotum, gently rolling his balls in the palm of her hand.
"Look at me. Look!"
Harold turned his head and stared directly at his wife's sex. Her mound was shaved bare, and her mons showed evidence of moisture in her soft folds. She was a thing of beauty when she behaved and dressed in this manner. She regarded him with her ever-serious eyes and parted scarlet lips. He murmured as she wrapped her fist around his erection and began to stroke along its length.
"You are my little fuck toy, are you not? I can do anything I want with you and you shall be jolly well think yourself fortunate. Shall we begin?"
Not waiting for his answer she touched his right buttock and then brought the crop down with a sharp crack. The blow sounded like a pistol shot as Harold grunted and shuddered on his toes.
"Oh, come on! It wasn't THAT hard."
She struck again on the left cheek and he jerked upward.
"One...two...three...four!"
Marian gave him rapid smacks on his raised rump in quick succession, and her older spouse moved back and forth on the balls of his feet. His bobbing cock fucked the air as he shifted with the strikes. Her big tits shook from her ministrations as she chastised his sorry ass and a delightful tingling assailed her loins. As expected and most welcome!
CRACK!
"I find that I experience a thrilling shiver course through me when I see you quiver, dear husband. The sight of you being chastised lights a fire in my loins."
CRACK!
Harold listened in silence as his whole rear end became red hot and tingly. He too felt a deep sense of sexual arousal, just as his wife described. His swollen manhood ached to be touched, fondled, or sucked. Any physical contact would have been most welcome.
"Spread your legs a bit more. And thrust your bum up. That's better."
Marian took a moment and put her left hand to her cunt and examined her wetness. Sweet ripples of her dominant role-playing made her squirm on the spot as she caressed the fleshy lips of her damp pussy. Her nipples were now fully hard and poked out from the pink areolas.
"Up...up."
She stroked the reddened flesh over the crack down the middle of his buttocks. Then, he felt her fingers replaced by the crop which rested on top of his rump.
"Your ass is built for punishment. I'm going to enjoy turning them a delightful red."
He was constantly surprised at how submissive she had made him. He resigned himself to the fate of another spanking.
"ONE!"
He shrieked loudly as the crop came crashing down hard.
"TWO!"
