Larisa, almost without hesitation, stretched one out, corresponding to a large soldier's belt. I patted her on the cheek: - Waiting for you in the bedroom, honey. Finish here, undress and get up from the bedroom. She came in a few minutes in the same dress. During this time I stripped to the waist, stayed only in the pants, under which there was nothing, and spread the bed. The hole stood in the center of the room, lit by a bright light. I pulled up the curtains, I nodded at her: “Take a seat.” Larisa did not move. I frowned. - Did not hear? But this devil did not want to voluntarily go to the execution. I walked over to her, and she retreated, then turned and wanted to run out of the bedroom, but Nov was ahead of her, grabbing her magnificent hair and dragged her back. She screamed and began to pull out. Letting go of her hair, I pulled off her dress with her, grabbed her waist and lifted her. Crouching over my shoulder, she began to painfully beat me with her fists on the back. I threw her across the room onto the sofa. She fell with a groan. Her hair was a beautiful halo around her pale pink body. She was only narrow white panties.

Emphasized leisurely, I locked the bedroom door with a key. Larisa, meanwhile, doomed to take off her panties. But on the rack, she obviously did not want to go. Then I came up with an alternative option. “Stand in front of the headboard,” I commanded, “Hands on the grate, ass taller.” With a strong rope, I tightly twisted her wrists and tied them to the bars. Then he turned on the video camera, forced his wife to kneel down and abruptly entered her anal with a finger. She shuddered in surprise and pulled away. - You were very bad today. You are a bad girl and you will be punished. - Yes ... - Larisa whispered, drooping head. “I intend to give you twenty-five blows with this belt.” For each groan after the strike - one additional blow, for the cry - two. And then I will work a little with his buckle. You will count. If you make a mistake, let's start over. Do you understand? She nodded. I went in front and handed her a belt. Larisa kissed him with her swollen lips. Having come in from behind, I blindfolded her and admired a little for the helpless woman spread in front of me. Traces of the whip on her back and buttocks have a little dimmed, have acquired a purple shade, but still looked quite good.

The belt was more than a meter long, and I twisted it in half. But it was so uncomfortable. Then, holding the buckle in a fist, I wrapped about a third of the belt on the fist. The rest of it hung loosely to the floor, and with it I gently ran along Larissa’s back from the shoulder blades and along the spine to the ass itself. Larissa flinched all over.

Swinging, I pulled the belt along her raised buttocks with medium force. The incomparable rich sound of music sounded in my ears. “One,” said Larisa obediently. The scene of the main crime was her ass, and I decided to give a spanking only to her. Larisa, shuddering under my belt, diligently counted the blows, and I felt in her interrupting voice that soon she would not stand it. After twelfth, her voice faltered, and she sighed lingeringly. “One penalty point,” I stated mercilessly and struck her hard thirteenth blow. A belt whistling cut the air and rapaciously dug into her flesh, wrapped around the buttocks and taking out the thigh. Larisa screamed. Now the groans accompanied all the blows. It was heard as she gritted her teeth, but could not restrain herself. After the twenty-fifth, she was screaming at the top of her voice, but I was inexorable. She has already lost her account and, to be honest, I, too. Well, to hell with it. The belt stung her tender skin again and again. Larisa was twitching, trying in vain to get away from him, in a broken voice, begged me for mercy, but did not utter a cherished word. Tears dripped onto the crumpled sheet, and blood was already oozing from places of cracked skin. With sadistic pleasure, I tagged it to these places.“You won't be able to sit for a long time now,” I said vengefully, unfurling the belt to its full length and goodbye with all the strength I was capable of, with a twist turned its tormented ass. Ruthless tires predatory wrapped around her charming thighs. Larisa screeched so that I rang in my ears, jerked furiously, and one of her hands slipped out of the knot. But she herself was already in a swoon.

Continuation of the game with the introduction of a new hero - steel buckle - had to be postponed. I brought Larisa to her senses, gently brought her to the floor, changed the sheets, and then, putting my wife back moaning and shuddering in soundless crying, I very gently smeared her ass with an antiseptic softening cream. After removing and turning off the camera, I turned off the light, opened the curtains and lay down next to it. Larisa was lying on her stomach next to her, throwing off the blanket and putting her aching buttocks under the quietly rustling propeller ... “I ruined everything,” she whispered in my ear. “You wanted to make love to me more.” “I wanted to help you in the case that I found this afternoon,” I replied, clinging to her naked hot thigh. “But today you are not in that state ...” “Tomorrow at the same time,” she whispered, clinging to me. 3 But the next day Larisa felt so bad that she did not even have to use her right to postpone the punishment. I was seriously worried. She had a fever, and her buttocks were swollen and the slightest contact with clothes caused unbearable pain. I had to call home our doctor from the club, who spent a long time conjuring her ass and eventually prescribed her a lot of ointments, lotions, ointments and strict bed rest. For two days, Larisa almost did not get up, lying on her stomach, chatting in the air with long legs and reading. I took it as a rule never to start like this again and wondered why Larissa did not stop me.

A few days later I noticed that Larisa was beginning to provoke me again. Nothing concrete, but constant minor mischief, such as a hidden electric razor or a twisted light bulb in the bathroom. She seemed to invite me to do what I had gathered. Pretending that everything seemed to be normal, I waited for the right moment and hid in my bedside table the same gigantic artificial member, which only once showed Larisa, and then from afar.

Late in the evening, we watched a new pornographic film, where the main character, a hefty black man with impressive dignity (perhaps more than mine) for some reason used only the anal openings of all women who came across his hot hand (and not only his hand, as you understood) women, disdaining other. By the middle of the film, I realized that Larissa clearly hints at me about his desires. And she, apparently deciding that I was completely incomprehensible, also whispered in my ear: - It seems to me that he has more than you do. I could not bear it. Waiting for the end of the next anal scene, I turned off the screen and turned on the pre-set video camera. “Well, honey, you'll have to be content with mine,” I said. Highly raising her amazing legs, folded together, Larisa took off her panties and slowly spread them to the sides. Her slit was neatly shaved and shone with virginal purity. Without visible efforts, Larisa raised her legs again and threw them over her head. Her delicious hips, like buns, were right in front of me. Then she turned over on her stomach and began to sag at an absolutely inconceivable angle. Her legs, describing the arc, gently dropped on both sides of her head and stood with her feet on the sheet. Larisa wrapped her arms around them and, locking in one place, froze. Her holes were just above her head and lined up with one another along with her mouth. Larisa raised her head and opened her mouth. Her wet tongue quickly flashed between the teeth.

I walked slowly over to my dead wife. She hasn't done such tricks yet. Not knowing how long she would last in this position, I decided to hurry. Having thrown off the panties, I took hold of my dick, who had long been standing at attention, and led him through her crack.Larisa sighed and stuck out her tongue .... Read more →