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Larisa returned from the Canary Islands pretty tanned, gaining strength and yearning for our sex games. All the free time while we were together, we literally did not get out of bed and out of the bathroom, enjoying each other. I was especially touched by the fact that in two weeks of rest, Larissa stopped shaving her unusually thick pubic hair and around neat sexual lips, and just before returning, she trimmed an elegant Latin letter “V” on her intimate place. In a couple of months, it will become more distinct. I liked this surprise, and, tormenting my clitoris and both holes with my caresses, I often brought her to a crushing orgasm.

We did not forget about our favorite entertainment. Another surprise for Larisa was the order of another classic sadomasochistic machine with a few improvements. Two steel rings were hammered into the walls of our bedroom, to which were attached strong leather straps for tying hands. A hole was made in the middle between them in the floor, from which something like a chair was pushed on the steel axis, only adapted not for sitting, but for lengthening the lower part of the body. Thus, the victim tied to the rings could not only smack, but also actively fuck, and it was possible to fix such a “chair” at any height, which opened up broad opportunities for various experiments.

Larisa, having examined the innovation, was delighted and on the same day she was guilty, breaking a flower pot in the kitchen. After sending her to the garden to pick up the earth and replace the flower, I went to our bedroom to prepare everything necessary for punishment.

After checking the leather straps for strength, I was quite pleased: they would have kept the horse. From the inside they were covered with soft velvet, so you could twitch and wriggle in them as much as you like without fear of hurting your skin. Having lifted the “armchair” out of the floor, I fixed its concave surface at the level of my member (guess why?), And then laid out on the couch an impressive arsenal of instruments of punishment. For quite some time now it was significantly replenished. Here there were ordinary belts of various sizes, and not quite ordinary, trimmed with strips of tighter skin, which twisted their entire surface with a spiral and, in contact with the body, caused additional suffering, whips, rubber clubs and even a real jockey whip. It was I who intended to use it today.

Larisa appeared in the doorway, bowed guiltily. I silently nodded my head toward the waiting saddle, and she dutifully obeyed. Halfway I stopped her and silently began to unbutton the buttons on her blouse. Larisa was watching me detachedly. She knew that her resistance caused me more, but for some reason she did not make any attempt to prevent me. We'll have to cheer her up.

“I think you deserved a hundred blows,” I said, and pulled the blouse up. Larisa startled and raised her hands, but she did not do it very quickly. Throwing a blouse, I ordered - Turn around.

Larissa turned and ... rushed to the exit. It happened so quickly that I did not have time to stop it, although I immediately rushed after it. Seductively flickering long, slender, tanned legs, she raced down the corridor.

- Stand! - I roared, rushing after him.

I caught her only on the stairs, grabbed me across the abdomen and threw it over my shoulder with one powerful jerk. Ignoring the legs and arms flashing in the air, I carried her back. Once in the room, I lowered it in the far corner, after which, without being overlooked, I locked the door with a key. Larisa was watching me. Her gaze would resemble the gaze of a hunted animal, if not for the treacherous, perky gleaming of the eyes.

Approaching her, I bent down and, taking under my arms, easily lifted into the air.Since Larisa had tremendous flexibility, she immediately threw her arms and legs around me and dug my lips into a sweet kiss. Her juicy soft lips promised unprecedented pleasures, and if she could seduce me, the punishment according to our rules should have been canceled. Our kiss lasted about a minute, until I felt dizzy and trembling in my knees. Then I went to the rings, stood between them and freed myself from the strong embraces of my wife. Larisa meekly sank into the saddle, and I slightly adjusted it so that her legs were more comfortable to rest on the parquet.

Kneeling down, I freed her from the miniskirt and panties and, unable to restrain myself, ran my hand over the smooth skin of my thigh. Larisa responded with a make-believe sweet sigh. Then I gently spread her arms to the sides and firmly fixed with leather straps. Stepping back, critically looked at the work done. The wife was completely helpless, the concave saddle securely held her delightfully flexible body in a seductive position, and it was extremely difficult for her to jump off this perch because I stretched her arms almost to the limit.

A golden tan evenly covered her entire body, which remained as young, slim, sexy and alluring as that of an 18-year-old girl. Without taking my eyes off him, I slowly undressed, feeling a strong pulsation in the lower abdomen. Today, for the first time in a month, I was going to hang out in full.

- Pity me, please! - Larissa begged, watching as I thoughtfully going over the straps laid out on the couch.

“You will have to take care of this,” I replied, hinting at my favorite game “Whipping without screaming.”

Then Larisa saw that I chose a long jockey whip, which she had not yet felt on her elastic ass, and her eyes widened in fear, mixed with the anticipation of punishment. I, too, was impatient to check his possibilities, so I, going behind her, briefly formulated my conditions:

“If you take fifty blows without shouting, you won't get the other fifty.”

Larisa was accustomed not to bargain, and now she dutifully nodded her head and locked her teeth. Only the tense muscles of the back, beautifully looming under the skin, showed her condition. I brought the whip to her lips, she not only kissed him, but also very erotically threw her tongue. Ignoring it, I moved back and pulled my hand back.

The first blows I brought down on her defenseless ass, so excitingly elevated. At first I didn’t hit very hard, adjusting to my new toy, and after the first ten strokes, Larissa just breathed faster and the skin on her pretty buttocks reddened slightly. Of course, just to fulfill the terms of our contract was not in my plans, and the second dozen blows that stung her lower back were stronger. On the eighteenth, Larisa was already moaning through gritted teeth, which was a sure sign of a quick surrender. However, the patience and resistance to pain she was not to occupy.

Well, twenty you survived! - I congratulated Larissa. Reddened and already slightly swollen buttocks looked just great. I hardly took my eyes off them and walked in from the other side. The whip was perfectly balanced and sat well in the palm of my hand, but, to my regret, I did not leave the purple streaks that I loved so much on my body, which had hurt for a long time if they were not smeared with a special healing ointment in time. But the juicy sound that was heard every time after its contact with the trembling body of my wife was inexpressible. I intensified the blows even more, and on the anniversary twenty-fifth beat Larissa could not stand it and screamed weakly. I immediately stopped.

“You lost, my beauty,” I joyfully told Larissa, who was taking a hard breath, “I give you a minute to rest, after which you will receive the remaining seventy-five

Larissa frantically twitched. I admired the game of elastic muscles that rolled under tanned skin. Leather belts creaked quietly, but did not loosen their pitiless grip even a millimeter.Neat buttocks of Larissa were burning with fire, and I, to enjoy her moans again, loudly smacked several times ...