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I enjoyed my evenings with Natasha. Every evening, when I came home, I found her on her knees, with her legs spread wide, and her beautiful tits thrusting out. Over the first few days, I had to punish her because she didn't blow me very well. I often beat her ass and tits, and occasionally her pussy with the riding crop and the flogger. Very quickly, however, her blowjob improved dramatically, and I found myself very satisfied with her progress. She was wonderfully submissive - all she cared about seemed to be my pleasure. She spent her days cleaning and shopping for sexy lingerie and clothes. Every day, I came home to her dressed either in very sexy underwear, or dresses and skirts so hot that I needed to fuck her almost immediately. Natasha herself enjoyed dressing up, always perfectly doing her make up. Every evening, she was a vision of beauty at the end of a long day.
However, in all this time, I had been contacted by several other families as well. They knew I was already married, and their daughters could never have the honour of being my first wife. I was excited by this prospect, because it meant that these girls would have done much worse that Natasha, who was just guilty of the simple pleasures of masturbation. I met with the father of one such girl called Sophia. She was twenty years old, and from her photographs looked mesmerisingly beautiful. Her father offered me a huge dowry in exchange for marrying his daughter. When I enquired about what she had done, her blushed and said that he could not speak of it. He said that my uncle had spoken about my interest in girls that my countrymen would not accept, and would be prepared to do anything to do anything to have his daughter married to me. I accepted his offer, and the huge dowry, to become the owner of Sophia. Once again, my conditions remained the same, that she was not to contact home for the subsequent year while I trained her to be a suitable wife.
Her father agreed without thinking for a second, and after much pomp and splendour, Sophia and I were married. I had not yet met my bride, and the first time we met alone was in our wedding chamber. To my surprise, Sophia was extremely cold. She did not even want to talk, forget about making love. I decided to be gracious and give her this one night; after all, this was a new house and a new environment. However, I was deeply disappointed.
In the next few days, Sophia remained exceedingly haughty and arrogant. She ignored me when I tried to speak with her. She simply looked away blankly. I wondered what she had done - for she was exceedingly beautiful. She was tall, with long, jet black hair that came upto her breasts, soft brown eyes, and a body that could bring a dead man back to life. Even her conservative clothing hugged her breasts and hips provocatively, and slowly I lost patience with her.
I strode into her room one evening, armed with my riding crop. Natasha accompanied me as well. Natasha wore a skimpy black and white cowl mini dress, with a pair of high heels, causing her shapely ass to stick out obscenely, almost begging to be smacked, and her lovely back to be exposed completely. Of course, she was allowed no underwear with her outfit. When I first saw her, I could not resist. I kissed her deeply, running my hands over her breasts, and slowly lifting her dress, to play with her pussy. Her sex was soon drenched, and her nipples magnificently erect. I remembered what the objective of the night was though, and discovered my self restraint. I could tell that Natasha was disappointed, to not be fucked at that very moment. Little did she know that I intended to use her as a tool to show Sophia how I expected my wives to behave!
As I entered Sophia's room, I said, " I have been more than patient with you, Sophia. Not only do you remain to be arrogant, you refuse to join us at meal times, do not perform any duties expected from a wife, and continually disrespect me. This is your last warning. Mend your ways, and be prepared to serve me. If not, the consequences shall be dire."
Sophia simply continued to stare into space. She did not seem to care at all. I decided I had had enough. I grabbed her hair, and gave her a hard slap across her face. That immediately got her attention. She looked at me with a mixture of fear and contempt in her eyes.
"I am your Master, as you well know." I said. "Your father has been waiting to get rid of you, and from the way you behave, for good reason. You are already in a lot of trouble. Unless you want to make it worse, I suggest you go with Natasha, and get out of the rags you are wearing. Present yourself appropriately to me. If, however, this is unacceptable to you, a one way trip back to your father's house can be easily arranged. I'm pretty sure he wouldn't want to see you, though. From what I could gather, your past sins seem to be very grave."
She stared at me, but slowly heard the wisdom in my words. Slowly she got off the bed and walked towards Natasha.
"Teach her what I have taught you." I said to Natasha."I expect her to behave in the proper manner when she stands here again. I am giving the two of you 90 minutes. Make sure she understands what the duties of my wives are when you stand before me again, or you too shall be punished. Leave now, your time starts immediately."
Both of them left the room hurriedly. I knew that Sophia was not one to listen, and there was no way that Natasha could train her in just ninety minutes. But I had been very soft with Natasha lately, and maybe a proper punishment was called for, just to remind her of her place. I busied myself with thoughts of their punishment, and before I knew it, the stipulated time had passed. Very well, I thought, more excuses to crack the crop on their fair skin. Natasha and Sophia walked in almost twenty minutes late, but I was blown away by the way Sophia looked. She wore her black hair open, gently tumbling over her shoulders. Her make up was light, and simply served to accentuate her tremendous natural beauty. She wore a purple corset dress, that displayed her ample bosom, and extended to the middle of her thighs. She looked down, embarrassed, and as I stood gazing at the two girls, I wondered what I had done to deserve these beauties, to use and abuse according to my will. My anger almost melted, but I steeled myself. Time to test Natasha's teaching and Sophia's willingness to learn. I had them stand in the centre of the room, and positioned myself behind them.
"Both of you sluts, get into position one immediately."
Natasha promptly dropped to her knees, spreading her legs very wide, causing her dress to ride up considerably. She arched her back slightly, thrusting her beautiful ass and breasts outwards. Sophia followed her lead as well, however much more slowly, and with a lot more attitude. Her posture wasn't sexy at all. She was going to need some good punishment.
SMACK.
From behind, I delivered a stinging blow of the crop to the lower part of Natasha's ass. She was caught completely unawares, not expecting to be punished as she had followed my instructions, and screamed in pain. She did, to her credit, stay in position.
"Your student has not performed well, Natasha, and you must take some of the blame for it."
SMACK.
Another blow to her exposed back.
SMACK.SMACK.
One to each of her ass cheeks, partially covered by her dress.
SMACK. SMACK. SMACK. SMACK.
i alternated strokes between her ass and her back. I wasn't holding back at all, giving her some truly hard strokes.
"Are you enjoying yourself, Sophia?" I asked, with a wicked smile on my face.
Sophia seemed truly frightened now. All her airs had suddenly disappeared.
Lifting Natasha's dress, I gave her two more strokes on her naked ass. There were some nice red marks appearing on her ass. Natasha was breathing heavily, almost in tears.
