Sessions With Spanker
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Session With Spanker (revised With Illustrations) free porn video
“Hi honey. I’m home.”
As I walked into the kitchen, Deb was stirring batter for a cake. She puckered up for a smooch.
“A friend of mine, Spanker, is coming over after supper.”
“Spanker?” She sounded suspicious. “Is he one of your xhamster friends?”
“Yes, a good friend. We message each other a lot. He and I think much alike.”
“Oh that doesn’t sound good. What are you two going to do this evening? What kind of fantasies have you been cooking up?”
“You,” I said simply.
“Me?”
“Sure. You’ve been working hard all week, and now it’s time for you to relax and enjoy yourself … you know, submit … we’d like to spend time with you in the dunge…. I mean playroom. Let us do whatever we want with you tonight so you experience pleasure and not have to think about anything … let go and let us be naughty with you …“
“Is he going to be OK? He’s not going to hurt me, is he? I mean, I let you do things to me in there, but I don’t know this Spanker. What’s he like?”
“Hey, he’s a great guy. He’s nice and just wants a fun evening with you. I’ve told him so much about you.” I didn’t tell her I had sent Spanker lots of photos of Deb naked in various poses that were supposed to be private.
“I wouldn’t have invited him if I thought he might hurt you, other than a little whipping, like the kind I give you. Pain makes pleasure. You know that.” Deb looked down at the floor, sighed, and went back to her baking.
The front door bell rang punctually at 7. It was Spanker.
“C’mon in and meet Deb.”
She extended her hand and he took it in his and held it. Before it got awkward, he pulled Deb to himself. She didn’t resist. She knew I was watching and she knew why Spanker was here in her kitchen. She could smell his cologne as he embraced her and planted a long deep kiss on her mouth. “What’s your scent?” he murmured in her ear.
“Orange blossom by Jo Malone,” she breathed.
We stripped her right there, Spanker paid special attention to her tits and ass and cunt, running his hands over her naked body as each piece of clothing ended up on a chair. I brought cuffs from a cupboard, and we bound her ankles and wrists and put a collar around her neck with a dog lead which I handed to Spanker. “Which way to the dungeon?” he asked joyfully as he led Deb around the kitchen with a delighted look of ownership on his face and lustful glances shooting from his eyes at her round ass and large tits. I pointed to the cellar door.
One end of the cellar was walled off to make a windowless dungeon, dark red carpets and low lighting and soft seating. On the wall was a large St. Andrew’s cross with wrist and ankle shackles. In the middle of the room were two pieces of furniture: a padded bench with shackles for securing a victim face down, and a gyno chair with anchor points for hands and feet. In a wall cabinet with glass doors hung short snake whips, rattan canes, leather paddles with metal studs, a Scottish leather tawse, several sizes of floggers, and two riding crops, one large and one small. Across the ceiling ran a track for a hoist.
“Spanker, Deb has been accumulating demerit points this week and needs to be punished. Will you start us off?”
Spanker needed no urging. He pulled over an armless kitchen chair, sat down, and pulled Deb across his knees. Then he spanked her ass hard for a long time, exploring her anal opening and her pussy lips while rhythmically beating her buttocks with his open palm. All the time he urged her to mend her ways. She bit her lip but moaned and cried when he hit particularly hard and watched the flesh of her buttocks bounce and turn pink.
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As I walked into the kitchen, Deb was stirring batter for a cake. She puckered up for a smooch.
“A friend of mine, Spanker, is coming over after supper.”
“Spanker?” She sounded suspicious. “Is he one of your xhamster friends?”
“Yes, a good friend. We message each other a lot. He and I think much alike.”
“Oh that doesn’t sound good. What are you two going to do this evening? What kind of fantasies have you been cooking up?”
“You,” I said simply.
“Me?”
“Sure. You’ve been working hard all week, and now it’s time for you to relax and enjoy yourself … you know, submit … we’d like to spend time with you in the dunge…. I mean playroom. Let us do whatever we want with you tonight so you experience pleasure and not have to think about anything … let go and let us be naughty with you …“
“Is he going to be OK? He’s not going to hurt me, is he? I mean, I let you do things to me in there, but I don’t know this Spanker. What’s he like?”
“Hey, he’s a great guy. He’s nice and just wants a fun evening with you. I’ve told him so much about you.” I didn’t tell her I had sent Spanker lots of photos of Deb naked in various poses that were supposed to be private.
“I wouldn’t have invited him if I thought he might hurt you, other than a little whipping, like the kind I give you. Pain makes pleasure. You know that.” Deb looked down at the floor, sighed, and went back to her baking.
The front door bell rang punctually at 7. It was Spanker.
“C’mon in and meet Deb.”
She extended her hand and he took it in his and held it. Before it got awkward, he pulled Deb to himself. She didn’t resist. She knew I was watching and she knew why Spanker was here in her kitchen. She could smell his cologne as he embraced her and planted a long deep kiss on her mouth. “What’s your scent?” he murmured in her ear.
“Orange blossom by Jo Malone,” she breathed.
We stripped her right there, Spanker paid special attention to her tits and ass and cunt, running his hands over her naked body as each piece of clothing ended up on a chair. I brought cuffs from a cupboard, and we bound her ankles and wrists and put a collar around her neck with a dog lead which I handed to Spanker. “Which way to the dungeon?” he asked joyfully as he led Deb around the kitchen with a delighted look of ownership on his face and lustful glances shooting from his eyes at her round ass and large tits. I pointed to the cellar door.
One end of the cellar was walled off to make a windowless dungeon, dark red carpets and low lighting and soft seating. On the wall was a large St. Andrew’s cross with wrist and ankle shackles. In the middle of the room were two pieces of furniture: a padded bench with shackles for securing a victim face down, and a gyno chair with anchor points for hands and feet. In a wall cabinet with glass doors hung short snake whips, rattan canes, leather paddles with metal studs, a Scottish leather tawse, several sizes of floggers, and two riding crops, one large and one small. Across the ceiling ran a track for a hoist.
“Spanker, Deb has been accumulating demerit points this week and needs to be punished. Will you start us off?”
Spanker needed no urging. He pulled over an armless kitchen chair, sat down, and pulled Deb across his knees. Then he spanked her ass hard for a long time, exploring her anal opening and her pussy lips while rhythmically beating her buttocks with his open palm. All the time he urged her to mend her ways. She bit her lip but moaned and cried when he hit particularly hard and watched the flesh of her buttocks bounce and turn pink.
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