1. 45 From cheating housewife to who knows what? Pt4


    Date: 7/22/2015, Categories: BDSM, Voyeur, Author: alibodge, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    bedroom chair back, for some strange reason noting the height of the rungs against my body as he did so, seeming satisfied as the roll on stretched and the teeth penetrated even deeper the full length into my belly and backside, fortunately I had chosen the makes smallest size teeth at just 2 mm. secured he took his slipper to my already tender backside, Now I was in pain, desperately I begged him to stop if only for a while, he did but only as he asked me if I needed a gag, as no way was he going to stop this evening and I might as well get the idea now. Tears ran as he began again gently working systematically from top to bottom of my rump, despite the gentleness of the strokes, mere taps really with each touch a red hot sheet of screaming pain ran through the skin of my backside, I took the gag, his knotted hanky, just to get relief as he fitted it into my waiting mouth. Time for me stood still, regular red hot jolts running through my seat in a warming and increasingly uncomfortable way, my imagination telling me I was scarred for life, invaded to the bone with every strike of that slipper`s soul against the tight garment covering my backside, reality I later found was hundreds of tiny pinpricks decorating my posterior, in a tidy pattern of midget bl**dspots that wiped away with a flannel and were no harm at all, they just hurt like hell while I was getting them. This was just the start, after the chair I was laid onto my bed, more taps with the slipper, this time on my ...
    front, breasts, belly and legs, my backside still pained by my weight pressing the offending pins into my flesh vibrating with every move I made as the blows fell. I refused to use the extra password, gritting my teeth as his pace increased every time he asked me. Call it what you will Sheer obstinacy, determination, bl**dy mindedness, but I would not give in to his pain. Pride perhaps stopping me from asking him to remove the garments, his arm became tired, he changed hands, his left, less adept to fine tuning the blows increased the pain and I gritted my teeth as he took his tool in his right hand. Within a few strokes his warm seed was splashing my leg, and the blows stopped. I however had not come, though I had teetered on the edge for some considerable time and was desperate to do so. He knew this of course and had decided I was to be denied that privilege at least for a while. He wandered away and I could hear him humming in the kitchen as he waited for the kettle to boil, he re appeared with a mug of tea, in his hand a pint mug of orange juice and a long straw which he placed into my lips with the command “drink.” Drink I did for by now I was feeling kind of dry mouthed. He lay next to me, holding my glass as I took on the whole pint of juice., “You seem dehydrated” he gaily said “I will fetch you another”, and he did just that again holding it for me to drink, which on his command I did though by the end I was feeling a bit waterlogged. The glass now nearing empty he ...
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