The restaurant was full of smoke. Not stepping out the door, breathing in the cool, frosty air of late autumn, I slightly sobered up. The dark velvet sky generously showered the city with rain droplets glittering with billions of multi-colored lights. The restaurant door swung open and a tall slender woman of about 40 stopped near me. A thin tongue of flame in her fingers illuminated for a second thin features and long curls of dark hair.

- What a wonderful night. How beautiful.

- You find? Pretty cold and damp.

- And I like autumn. And you probably summer?

- How did you guess? - she smiled ironically, shaking off the ashes in a gust of night wind.

- Are you a friend of Michael?

- Not. I'm his wife's girlfriend.

- And you?

- I'm his old friend. We are friends with the University. It seems that yesterday we were students, and today we are celebrating his anniversary.

- I do not like birthdays and anniversaries.

- I, too. Besides.

- Why?

- Thanks to him, I met a beautiful and lovely woman.

Her thin eyebrows flew in surprise for a moment, and ironically looking, she asked: "Do you find?"

- What is your name?

- Ella. And you?

- Me, Igor.

- For some reason it seems to me that I saw you somewhere.

- I work in the City Administration, I meet many people. We may have met.

- And I work at the University.

- Sorry if I say something wrong, I usually do not drink so much.

- I'll take you.

- Not. I'll take a taxi. The car will have to leave.

- No, do not argue.

... Farewell wave of the hand, and a new Volkswagen, snorting a motor, left me at my door.

A few days later, I took Ella's phone number from Michael and called.

Her surprised voice on the phone finally agreed to meet.

... I was sitting at a table, and while I was wasting my time looking at visitors. Suddenly the door opened and she appeared on the threshold. Smile, walked toward me. I did not willingly noted the high bosom of a woman who did not give birth, a slender figure, and long legs. Seated at the table, she threw her leg over her leg, wriggled a thin cigarette in her long fingers.

- Waiter, ashtray! - She exclaimed, slowing down the boy who was trying to slip.

- tired? - I asked, looking at the pale face.

- Yes. No matter. No matter she answered. And we began to talk about various trifles. I entertained her with various stories that I had in abundance.

We agreed to phone at the end of the week.

And at the end of the week I was invited. Grabbing a bottle of wine, flew on the wings of love in anticipation of a good fuck. But, if not strange, the evening was spent watching TV and stories about life. A few kisses on the cheek were nipped. My palm, which I put on a round and elastic ass, was immediately removed. Ella, moving away from me, was sitting on the other end of the sofa, frightened and a little excitedly squinting at me with big blue eyes. Her knees were clenched. Well, well, you will not be forced by love. So I left her home, having decided not to return there anymore. But, a few days later the bell rang, and a low, slightly hoarse Ellin voice asked: how are you?

We continued to meet. Ella, having opened her heart, talked about herself and how she happened, she was rude, sometimes she was rude to people and colleagues at work, later regretting it, but she was unable to restrain herself. And how it interferes with her life. Several times I witnessed these ugly scenes. I listened carefully and watched it all. Ella is definitely a lady. A lady who's naughty and who hasn't been raised at all.

And he made certain conclusions from all this.

On a rainy evening I knocked on her door. Ella, habitually turning her cheek, missed me in the room. Involuntarily, I turned my attention to a narrow strip of panties which stuck to a strong muscular butt under a thin cloth of trousers and to the deep neckline of a blouse, exposing an elastic chest, a narrow strip of bra.

We drank. After some time, Ella again got the story of how she was rudely nahamila and now suffers from it.

- You know, I can help you.

- How?

- I know that you need to work out something like a reflex that you can’t say so.

- And what is needed for this? She blinked in surprise.

- First of all, you must completely trust me, and remember that everything that we will do is for you. What do you want this. Promise? Do you promise ?!

- Yes. Silently, looking with big blue eyes in my eyes, she said.

- Stand up and walk in the middle of the room, stand in front of me.

She rose from the couch, and stood in front of me a few meters away, smiling at me.

- Take off your pants and blouse.

- What? She blushed, thinking that I specifically started all this.

“Ella, remember what we said.”

She slowly, still not understanding, took off her blouse and pants.

- Now stand exactly, put your hands down.

Ella pleased me with beautiful black panties, stuck in a round, muscular ass, and the same color with her bra, supporting the elastic hemispheres of breasts from below. She was slim, dark strands of hair, an oval, pale face, thin red lips, large, rounded eyes, long eyelashes. Rounded shoulders, elastic, round chest, long, thin hands, thin waist, flat stomach. Long legs, thin in the palms. She was wearing lacquered black shoes on a small heel, which gave her an additional charm.

- In the hallway, in a raincoat, a gift for you. Bring it.

Ella retreated, pounded heels.

- This?! - she stretched to me a wide leather brand new belt rolled up in a ball. Fear and surprise danced in her eyes.

- Yes. Belt. - I said in a calm voice, removing her hand. Now stand in the middle of the room, remember what we said. Straighten up Heels together, shoulders back. Hands bend in elbows. Fold the belt in half and hold it on your outstretched palms. And calm down. I'll wait.

After a couple of minutes I asked to remove the bra.

Freed breasts pointed to the sky with protruding nipples.

- Come to the sofa.

- Put the belt.

- Get down on your knees. Face on the sofa. Lower panties.

- Ella. Ella! Come on. Be manly. Bolder I'm waiting.

I watched how a beautiful woman of forty, not daring to break herself, pulls in indecision time.

I walked over and put a hand on her shoulder.

“Never, never, no one ...” her hot lips whisper in my ear ...

Light pressure - and now she was on her knees, pressed her cheek to the sofa cushion, scattering wavy dark hair over it.

- Panties, Ella. Panties. Herself. Herself!

She submissively, fingers down her black panties to her knees, slightly bending down, stands still waiting.

So she crossed this fragile face. For a few seconds, I looked at her round elastic ass, and the neatly shaved pink vaginal cleft, which she put on display. Looking into the buttocks, I understand that Ella's first anal sex is ahead.

Beat the belt.

- Ay th - th th !!!

I press my hands to the sacrum.

The second blow is stronger, it lights the pink strip across the first.

Then we discuss the case, for the case of her boorish behavior, ending each of them with the agreed number of blows on the pink, burning pope.

Ella, sobbing piteously

The first corporal punishment in her life.

- It ...