Mary Flanagan was weeping and wailing over the back of her sofa, her sobs were long and loud, she was pleading with him to stop smacking her. The pain was too much, it was almost as bad as the humiliation she was feeling. He had her by her hair, he had gripped it in a pony tail way.
He had forced her over the sofa, yanked her dress up, then torn it away to get at her ass. He was laying the palm hard and flat against her ever reddening rump, but he wasn't letting up, he had had enough and he had decided, right or wrong that he was going to teach the big headed all knowing butch a lesson, one that she would not forget in a hurry.
When she had started weeping he had almost stopped his thrashing of her ass. But he told himself, if I stop now, she won't, it will be more of the same, and that is not going to happen. Mary was trying desperately to get away, free herself but failed, it was impossible. She twisted this way and that, she had tried to throw herself over the sofa and failed. She had tried to force herself up, and failed.
There was nothing she could do to prevent him from slapping her ass hard and long. She tried to get her hands in the way of his, she failed. Every time she put her hands there, he slapped her somewhere else. He smacked the top of her ass, her legs, outside of her thighs, on the inside of her thighs, each side, in the middle. Her attempts to block the blows were futile.
"Please Adam stop, I'm sorry," she begged loudly, tears dripped from her chin. The blows continued.
"You will learn your lesson Mary Flanagan, and you won't forget it," he shouted at her. "From now on it is you who will obey me, and not the other way round, do you hear me!"
Mary sobbed even more, "Please Adam, let's talk, I'm sorry."
"Wrong answer," he roared. Mary was in so much pain and at her wits end. She had never in her life been treated like this, she had always had the upper hand, it was who she was.
All her life men had bowed to her, even women friends gave way to her wants, needs, and demands. If she had ever submitted to anyone, a man for instance, it had been because it suited her to do so. To let a man think he had her where he wanted her, was because Mary had let him. His believed dominance actually gave her the dominance of him.
The reason for all this was simple, she was beautiful, and that was the end of that, she had never needed anymore. She was also very brainy, she had sailed through school and college, got all the qualifications she thought she might need. Then she had married well. Her husband was a hugely successful business man, but he was a wimp. That was why Mary had selected him, he did her bidding, she played the loving hostess, but in the house, she was mistress to all she surveyed.
She had free reign to do what she like, with whom she wanted, she was unfaithful to him many times. He knew it because Mary would tell him, she would on holiday on her own, or sometimes with a friend of her husband. She never flaunted her sexuality, she was as discreet as possible, but word got around that Mary Flanagan was a man eater.
Yet Mary had many friends, she was always so nice, she belonged to charities, did volunteer work. But at home she could be a bit of a tyrant if she wanted to be. Her husband was scared of her, he always bowed down to her, she could click her fingers and he would be brought to heel. She also treated him quite roughly in bed when she felt like it. Mary would tie him up, tease him mercilessly for hours. Then she would climb on him and slap him as she screwed his head off. He always came, there was no stopping it, or her.
He did actually love her, she was a great cook, she looked after their home, which was a very large one with many bedrooms, most en suite. She had home help though, it was beneath Mary to do the hoovering, washing etc. She had a gardener, she favoured him sometimes when the mood suited her. She never regarded herself as promiscuous. When she danced outside of her marriage, it was purely sexual. The need, the thrill, another man's body, that's all it was.
The only tight squeeze Mary had ever had was when the wife of a man she had sex with came knocking on her door and challenged Mary about it. She had strode into her home and slapped her right across her face extremely hard. Mary had retaliated, and they had had a fight right there in her living room. The other woman had won, and she too had humiliated Mary by ripping her blouse off, smacking her heavy hard nipple topped tits. She was on top of Mary, knees either side, she had gripped Mary's nipples in an unbreakable grip, and she had crushed them.
Unknown to her attacker, Mary had become aroused, and she had surrendered, and she would have let the woman do anything she wanted, if she had wanted. But the woman, satisfied Mary had been beaten, warned her of her future behaviour, to stay away from her man or else. Then she had slapped Mary's face again, got up and left. Mary was flat on the floor with a soaking pussy and severely aggravated tits and nipples. That was the day the gardener got lucky.
Mary was five feet nine inches in her stocking'd feet, long dark hair, a face the would have been modelled for ship of the past, a real Siren. She was elegant, stylish and graceful. All of her movements were economical. She floated, danced not walked. And sex was always high on her list.
But today she was on the losing side and heavily, she was helpless, for the first time in her life, Mary felt truly beaten, mastered, and dominated. Her lovely ass was on fire, and blazed all over. The smacks kept on coming. "Adam, Adam," she cried, "please, I'm so sorry, please," she was weeping, heartbroken, and, beaten. He hadn't realised it, but he had a hard on, his cock was fully erect in his pants. He had not reckoned on this effect. He had decided that he was going to teach her a lesson, he had not thought that he would get sexually excited.
Now he looked at her bright red ass and suddenly groaned, it was so pert, so round, so firm and so tight. He wanted to fuck it, and her. He was shocked and stunned at the thought, but he did. There was no denying the feeling racing through him, it had come upon him by total surprise, but the evidence as there, the big lump in his trousers was his accuser.
Without knowing he was going it, he centred his fingers on her pussy when he slapped her. Mary's hands had long gone from the scene, they were now on the cushions below her lovely head. Mary sensed the change, but never reasoned what the change was.
"You will obey me from now on Mary!" he yelled, Slap, slap, slap, slap, his hand landed, her pussy got slapped too in the process. Mary felt his fingers, as well as the flat of his hand.
