Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories From: redragon@interserv.com Subject: The Shoplifters (Mf,Mf, spank) [1/3] Date: 30 Sep 1995 21:08:02 GMT The Shoplifters Part One Fourteen year old Lisa sat on the edge of her bed, that all too familiar feeling rising in the pit of her stomach. "Why?" she thought to herself, "Why did I ever take that dare to try and sneak that blouse out of the store without paying for it? Drat that Jennifer, now I'm going to get the spanking of my life because of her!" Lisa need not have worried though, because just three blocks over a similar scene to what Lisa was awaiting was just at that moment beginning to be played out. Jennifer was sitting in her room, dressed as she was always made to before her father came in to administer a spanking. She could already feel the butterflies building in her stomach that always accompanied the waiting. Her dad had hardly said a word during dinner, she knew he was VERY upset at her this time. So, it came as no real surprise to Jennifer when, after dinner, he told her to go upstairs to her room and get ready to receive a sound spanking. That meant to get undressed and put on just the short cotton nightshirt kept just for this purpose, and her panties, and wait until her father came up. After half an hour or so Tom, Jennifer's dad, came up the stairs and into her room "Well young lady, what have you got to say for yourself before we start?" "Do you know how embarrassing it was to get that call from the store manager, that my daughter, who was taught better, was caught stealing with a friend of hers?" "B-B-But Dad, I'm sorry, I-I won't ever do that again, please don't sp-spank me, I'm too old for that now," stammered Jennifer, tears already starting to well up in her eyes since she knew what was coming no matter how much she pleaded. You're also too old to be stealing from other people Jennifer," said Tom. "You should have known better than to do that, think of how embarrassing it would be if this got out, that Tom Martin's daughter is a shop lifter? I'm just glad the manager was nice enough to call me instead of the police. Tomorrow you are going back to the store and apologize for stealing from him, and you're going to pay him for the things you tried to steal out of your allowance, do you under-stand?" Jennifer nodded, "Yes sir." "Now young lady, I'm going to give you a licking you're not going to soon forget." She watched mesmerized as her father started to unbuckle his belt and remove it from his trousers. Tom pulled out the bench by the dresser as he finished removing his belt and sat down. "Now young lady, take your panties right off, and come here." "Oh please daddy, don't make me take my panties off," she pleaded. It had been almost 2 years since her last bare-bottom spanking and she didn't want her dad to see her now maturing young body, "let me keep my panties on, it hurts bad enough like that." Tom wasn't having any of that though. "Listen my girl, you get them off now, or I'll do it myself and that will add 10 strokes to your punishment, now don't argue with me anymore!" The thought of her dad pulling down her panties plus the idea of 10 extra strokes in the mood he was in helped her make her decision. Trembling, she did as she was told. Oh how she hated for him to see her private parts which only now were just starting to be lightly covered with hair, it was so humiliating. Slowly she walked over to Tom, who took her by the arm and pulled her right across his lap. Taking her hands with his left hand he put them in the middle of her back, and taking his right leg, placed it over her legs to keep her from kicking and falling off his lap, he wanted to make sure she got everything she deserved. Also this centered her bare, defenseless bottom directly over his lap, pointing up perfectly for the severe strapping he intended to administer to his naughty daughter's bare backside. Tom looked down on the sight in front of him, the rounded bottom, quivering in anticipation of what was about to come, the pubic hairs just starting to show from between her white upturned bottom cheeks, soon to be striped and wealed by the belt he was holding, and thought that she was indeed getting too old to be acting as she had been. She was already sobbing softly at what was to come, but Tom was determined that this lesson would not need to be repeated and that she would be crying like a 5 year old when he was finished with her. And to this he held true. "You will receive 25 strokes," he said breaking the silence, "and you will count each one out loud, do you understand Jennifer?" "Y-Y-Yes sir," she said. "Please not t-t-too hard"she begged,"I won't do it again, I promise," she pleaded. But her pleas fell on deaf ears. "I know you won't do it again, not after I finish with you, you shouldn't have done it in the first place girl," said Tom. The butterflies took flight in Jennifer's belly again and her bottom was starting to tingle at the thought of the whipping that was about to begin, she knew that this time there were going to be no half measures, that she was about to receive a hard spanking that would surely make her cry long before it was over. And she was right. He raised the belt and let it fall, CRACK! it landed in the center of her bottom leaving an angry red stripe. "YEOWWW!" hollered Jennifer, she tried to move but it was no use, her father had her firmly in place,"one,"she called out. CRACK! the belt landed again, "OHHHH, that's two," WHAP! "OHHHH, th-th-three she cried," her bottom already felt like it was on fire. "Please daddy... I'm sorry!" CRACK! "OWWWW, th-that's f-f-four, oh please it hurts." "It's supposed to hurt," was the reply. WHAP! "OOOOO, five," Jennifer was starting to cry by now. SNAP! the belt landed again, "That's six," she sobbed. CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! again and again the belt landed on her unprotected bottom, punctuated only by Jennifer's crying and counting the strokes. Tom looked down at his daughters bottom, now crossed with angry red stripes with a few weals starting to rise, "This will teach you not to take things that don't belong to you young lady," he said raising his arm for another stroke. SNAP! the belt came down on the lower part of her cheeks, just above the thighs, "OWWWWW, th-th-that's ten," she was bawling steadily now, "please no m-more, I'll be good," but it was no use, the belting went on in earnest and she was sobbing like a six year old from the tenth stroke onward. Finally at twenty her father stopped, and told her to stand up, this she did, slowly, after crying for about three minutes still over his knee,and turned to face him. Modesty was no longer a primary thought as her hands rushed behind her to rub her now very red and sore bottom."Now young lady, for your last five I want you to kneel on the stool here with your head on your hands and your bottom raised and your legs apart." Oh how she hated that, not only was everything, everything exposed to her dad like that, but it also hurt worse because he had more room to swing the belt, and in that position she wasn't able to clench her cheeks to ease awful sting of the strap as it fell on her unprotected bare bottom. By this time she had almost gotten her sobbing and crying under control, but it started anew at these instru- +ctions Reluctantly, doing as she was told she knelt down on her dressing table bench, resting her head on her hands, and closing her eyes, she raised her bottom up to the ministrations of her fathers belt. Tom stepped behind her and raised the nightshirt out of the way exposing Jennifer's now angry red bare bottom, and pushed it up to the middle of her back where it slid on up to her shoulders. "Don't you move out of this position young lady, if you do you will receive two extra for each one you moved on, is that clear?" "Y-Y-Yes D-Daddy," she sobbed into her hands. Tom looked down at her kneeling there and was at once reminded of how much she was starting to look like her mother, who, by the way was waiting in their bedroom for the same thing her daughter was now getting, only more severe for over-spending this month again, but that's another story. As he was looking he noticed that her pubes appeared damp too, "Hmmm," he thought, "she responds like her mom to the strap too." Clearing his thoughts of what was coming later, he moved behind Jennifer. Without warning it came, Jennifer was caught completely off her guard. SNAP!! Jennifer howled and her hands rushed to rub her bottom, that one felt twice as hard as the others, the sting felt like molten fire on her upturned ass. "Put your hands back where they belong," snapped Tom, "now you have two extra for moving." She put her hands back under her head, tears welling up anew. "Pl-p-please no," she whimpered, but it was to no avail. CRACK!! CRACK!! the belt exploded twice in a row, "OHHHH it hurts so bad Daddy, please stop," she was already sobbing like a little girl but to no avail. WHISHHH SNAP! "OWWWWWW!!" she howled, "twenty-t-two," she called out, this time not moving from position. CRACKK!!! "AHHHHH," her head snapped back, "t-t-twenty th-th-th-three" she sobbed, barely getting it out, the tears were coming in steady streams now. "Please D-D-Daddy, I've had enough, I-I d-don't need anym-m-more," she pleaded. "I'll be the judge of that young lady," he said. "Only two more to go, now stay in position and you won't have to get any extra," said her father. Tom looked at the now well striped and crimson bottom pointing up at him, almost deciding that she had had enough. Then the thought of her stealing came back and he decided that the full measure was due. HISSSS CRACK!! the belt found its target again, Jennifer jumped up rubbing her tender backside, crying, yelped, "that's twenty f-f-four," she cried, then realizing what she had just done she got back into position, but it was too late. "Didn't I just tell you not to move?" "Now you have two more coming before the last one!" "NOOOO please daddy, I d-d-idn't m-mean to," she sobbed. "I won't move anymore." "You know what you were told, and that's what you're going to get young lady." WHISSHHH SNAP!! "OHHHHHH PLEASE!" she cried. WHISSHH CRACK!! "I-I-I'M SORRY."By now it was hard to hear her through her sobbing. "Now," said Tom, "here comes the last one." WHISSSHHH CRACKKK!!!! "OOOOOOOOH," cried Jennifer, "twenty-five!" Tom looked at his prostate daughter's now red wealed and fiery bottom, criss-crossed with stripes, some turning to a light purple already, as she cried like a 6 year old. He didn't particularly like to punish his daughter, but he was not going to be the parent of a thief either. He told her that he didn't like to punish her, but that until she could straighten up that this was what she could expect in the future if it happened again, only more severe. Then he left the room with belt in hand to go take care of his wife's unruly back- side. Jennifer stayed in position for a few more minutes sobbing and crying like the punished girl she was and then got up, still crying, and went over to her mirror, "Oh," she sobbed, "look at my poor bottom, I won't be able to wear my shorts for weeks," she continued to look at the stripes and welts left by her father's belt. "Ohhh, it's so hot," she said to herself, and she noticed that she was getting hot feelings somewhere else too, she almost always did after the edge had worn off the pain from a good hard spanking. She lay down on her bed and began to rub her sparsely haired, and now very wet vagina, thinking to herself that she hoped she could find someone to take her dad's place someday when she got married to keep her in line the same way he did. Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories From: redragon@interserv.com Subject: The Shoplifters (Mf,Mf, spank) [2/3] Date: 30 Sep 1995 21:09:33 GMT The Shoplifters Part Two About the time Jennifer was kneeling on her dressing stool, Lisa's father George came into her room, she had been waiting since supper as had her friend a short while earlier. She had received the same response to her story that Jennifer had, her dad had told her that it was useless to try to talk her way out of what she had coming, and that she was going to remember not to steal again, much less on something as foolish as a dare. George was of English decent, and he was a firm believer in the cane for serious breeches of discipline, most of the time the paddle kept in Lisa's room was quite enough to keep her in line, 10 hard swats across her bare bottom usually was more than enough to have her bawling in no time at all, but the cane could do the same in two or three strokes. As soon as dinner was over George announced her sentence. "My girl, after giving it some thought, I've decided that you have earned the cane for your behavior today, there was absolutely no excuse for what you did." Lisa sat and listened quietly, head hung low as her father continued, "Now, you are to go up to your room, undress, and put on your nightie, and wait for me to come up." She didn't even bother to protest, she knew by now that it would do no good and only make her dad more angry if that was possible. Once upstairs Lisa went straight to her room, undressed and put on her nightie and panties and sat down to await her fathers arrival. As she sat on her bed she could feel the lightness in her stomach, and the tingling feeling in her bottom that she always got before being given the cane. She remembered the last time she was caned, 12 hard stingers that turned her rear into a fireball and her crying like a baby, trying to stay in position. That was something she had noticed after the last caning, she found that she was damp around her crotch, the position she was made to receive her caning in caused her to display everything to her father and even though it hurt worse than any spanking she'd ever gotten, it made her feel a little randy too even through the pain. About 20 minutes later Lisa heard the kitchen cupboard open and close, that meant only one thing, her dad was on his way up, and he was definitely bringing the cane! She had hoped it was just a threat, but she knew from past experience that the sound of the cupboard door meant she was really in for it. The odd knot in her stomach grew, as did the tingling sensation in her posterior, soon to be replaced by the fiery sting of bamboo across her naked bum. George walked in cane in hand, "Well young miss, we both know why I'm here, so let's get on with it shall we?" "Y-Yes sir," she muttered. "Now, since this was a serious offense, and you could have ended up with a criminal record you have already gotten off lightly by not being turned in to the police, so, I'm going to give you a proper hiding young lady, you will receive 18 cuts across your bare bottom, you will count each stroke to me, and you will receive 2 extra for every one you mis-count, do you understand?" 18 strokes! "My bottom will never take it," she thought. "Please daddy, I won't do it again, I'm sorry," she pleaded. "Lisa, you know better than to argue with me, next time it's going to be 3 extra, now get into position for your caning. Tears were already beginning to well up in her eyes as she climbed onto the bed and into position for her punishment. She knew the position well by now. First, two pillows are placed on the bed to elevate her bare bottom for the cane, then she is to kneel on the bed facing the barred headboard, and she is to grasp the bars with both hands with her head down and bottom up and her legs spread apart the width of one pillow. Lisa climbed onto the bed, eyes already wet with tears, slowly she grabbed the headboard and lowered her head between her arms. Trembling, she raised her bottom up as her father slid the pillows beneath her opening her legs as she had been instructed in the past. Stepping up to the side of the bed George lifted the flimsy nightdress up and over her now panty clad bottom, and pushed it right up to her shoulders. Reaching down once more, George put a finger inside the elastic of his daughters panties, one on each side, and pulled them right off exposing her ivory bottom to his view. "Right, now young miss, you know why you are getting this caning and you know you deserve it, so shall we begin?" "Yes s-s-ir, please not too hard." "Nonsense, if it isn't hard you won't remember your lesson, and I promise you my girl you'll not forget this one soon." Raising the cane he brought it down hard right across the center of his young daughter's shapely bottom, leaving a bright red stripe that would weal shortly, as would each one. Tonight George, like Tom at this very moment, was not going to take any half measures on his daughters backside, this lesson would be learned. SWISSSHHH CRACK!! The pain seared across her unprotected bottom like fire. "OHHHH, that's one!" Lisa gasped. Raising the cane again, George let the next one fall. HISSSSSS CRACK! "OWWWWW, two!" she yelped. SWISSSHHH WHAP! The cane landed again with unerring accuracy across her tender cheeks. "OHHH-OHHH please! that's th-three," she stammered, the cane already starting to bring up the tears. Again she heard the whoosh of the thin cane cutting the air between her fathers arm and her upturned bum, WHAP!!! then the searing pain shot across her denuded bottom. "AAHHHH, oh please," she cried, "please it hurts daddy!" "I told you it was supposed to hurt my girl, and I also told you to count each stroke, now you have two extra waiting for you at the end." "No,no, please n-not that, I won't forget again!" "You knew what you were supposed to do Lisa, and you were told what you would get if you didn't," George said as he raised the cane again. SWISSHHH CRACK!! once again finding its target. "OOOOOO, th-th-that's f-five daddy," she cried. "That's more like it," said George tapping the cane on her bottom, taking aim at the lowest part, right at the point where the thighs and buttocks meet. WHOOSH CRACK!! the cane landed right on target causing Lisa to immediately put her hands back there to try and rub her sore bottom. "OWWWWwW," she wailed, "th-that's s-s-six!" George looked at the sobbing girl's bare bottom, now the two perfectly shaped globes were no longer pure white, they had six angry red parallel lines across them. Taking back the cane, George took aim and landed another stinger across the broadest part of Lisa's naked ass. "OHHHHH, th-that's s-seven! Please d-d-addy, I-I'm sorry!" she implored. George however had no intentions of stopping until she had received everything that he felt she had coming to her. Even as these last words were escaping her lips he again brought the cane down onto her quickly reddening backside. CRACK!! "OHHHHHH!" she yelled, this time taking a few seconds to regain her composure enough to count the eighth cut. By now she was crying continually, barely able to control her sobbing enough to count the strokes. SWISSHHH CRACK! WHAP! CRACK!! CRACK!! the cane landed four more times. Each cut seeming to find a new place. Lisa was crying uncontrollably by this time, her ass now covered from top to bottom with red lines, the first cuts had already started to puff and welt in places. It was taking almost half a minute for her to count the last two strokes she received, and she still had six more to go! George decided to let her rest for a few minutes to regain some of her composure for the next six. While he was standing behind her waiting and looking at his handiwork so far, he noticed between her spread legs that the lips of her young sex were damp and swollen even as she cried. This did not surprise him much, he remembered his sister telling him about the feelings she got after being caned by his father in much the same manner as Lisa was being caned now. Not to mention his wife's reactions after he uses it on her. "Now Lisa," he said, "you have six of the best still to come plus two for the one you didn't count, you don't have to count these but I expect you to remain perfectly still, do you understand?" "Oh please!" she began to sob anew, "please no more, I can't take anymore, I'll be good now, I promise!" "Yes you will when I've finished with your naughty bottom, and you can take much more should the need arise, now get yourself ready for the rest of your punishment." She doubted that she could take anymore, her bottom already felt like it was being stung by a swarm of angry bees. But she also knew that her father planned on doing just as he said and he could not be dissuaded once he had passed sentence. So, crying into the bedspread, she raised her now very sore bare bottom back up for six of the best. George was not a cruel man, he normally would have stopped at the 12 already delivered, but this was a lesson he wanted to make sure he got across, his daughter is smart enough to know not to steal already, this time she and her friend, Jennifer had gotten off easy though. Had the manager not known Tom and himself he might have called the police, and what a mess that would've been thought George. No, he had to make sure that this would not happen again. Stepping behind Lisa once more, he raised the cane high and let it fall. SWISSSHHH THWACK!! the welt rising almost immediately this time, right across the lower part of her buttocks. "AIIEEE!" wailed Lisa, "oh please not so hard." THWACK!!! again the cane landed leaving a raised weal, as would all of the next 4, plus the two penalty strokes. "AHHHHHH, I-I'm sorry, I w-w-won't d-d-do it ag-again, oh pleeeease s-stop!" she wailed. But it would do no good, by the time he had given her the fourth cut she could only mutter unintelligible sounds between her sobs. After delivering the six, George told her that she had two more to go, these he delivered in rapid succession to her crimson cheeks. WHISSHHH THWACK!!! SWISSHHH CRACK!!! Both cuts left welts rising anew on the surface of her well marked bottom flesh, each stroke feeling like a white hot branding iron being applied to her poor bottom. A long wail was all that escaped Lisa's quivering lips, she was crying to hard for anything else to be understood. As George was finishing the last two strokes he noticed that her pink slit was now open to view between the now open and puffy lips of her vagina, and dripping wet! He still wasn't sure why some women responded to the cane in this manner, but he thought he might have to find an excuse to cane his wife tonight. Then he could soothe her sore bottom and relieve the building tension from the caning he had just administered, this was one of their favorite forms of foreplay. He looked at her asscheeks, quivering with her sobbing, they were striped from top to bottom where thigh and ass come together, both cheeks were covered with welts colored from pink to angry red George told Lisa that he hadn't wanted to punish her so severely, but had no choice since she was old enough to know right from wrong, and that he would do it again should the need arise. Lisa, through her sobs, said she understood and that she was sorry and it would not happen again. He stayed and comforted her until she had her crying under control, then told Lisa to stay in her room for an hour to contemplate what had just taken place, and then left her alone. Gingerly, after her father had left, Lisa rolled onto her back, nightdress still around her shoulders. The sheet felt rough on her naked bottom and it stung like mad. She lifted up and rubbed her hand across her cheeks feeling the welts left there by the cane. She noticed how her young pussy was starting to throb as the sharp pain turned to a dull ache in her ass. Reaching down with her other hand she began to masturbate herself until she reached orgasm. At times she wondered if something were wrong with her the way she got turned on after getting the cane, but she figured if that's what worked with her that she would have to find someone who would do that to her once she started going out with boys, until then she could still rest assured of at least one a month here at home. With the sound of the cane still in her ears she rolled over and drifted off to sleep, and dreamt of a handsome man standing behind her as she knelt down and raised her ass... Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories From: redragon@interserv.com Subject: The Shoplifters (MfF, spank) [3/3] Date: 30 Sep 1995 21:10:51 GMT The Shoplifters Part Three Ann's Spanking Ann sat on the corner of the bed waiting for Tom to enter the room and give the inevitable order to strip and lay across the bed for her spanking. She could hear the sound of the strap landing across her Jennifer's rear and the accompanying cries of pain and promises to be a good girl. As she sat listening she remembered one of the many spankings she had received from her father many years ago. She had been sixteen and, she figured, too old to be spanked anymore. Ann's father had just started allowing her to go out with some of the boys from school, on the stipulation that she be home no later than 10:30. She usually had no problem being in on time but never really worried about what might happen if she should be later than that, figuring that at most she would be grounded for a week or so, after all, it had been almost 2 years since her last spanking. Well, one night she was out with a boy she particularly liked and didn't pay attention to the time, it was nearly midnight before she came home. As soon as she stepped in the house her father was waiting for her strap in hand. "Well young lady, what do you have to say for yourself?" he asked. "Didn't I tell you that you were to be in by 10:30 or you'd be punished?" She didn't know what to say, "Y-yes sir, b-but it's not even midnight yet, I didn't think... " "That's right, you certainly didn't," her father broke in, "and now you're going to be punished, you had no right worrying your mother & me like that... " "I'm sorry dad, it won't happen again, I just lost track of the time." Her eyes were transfixed to the leather strap dangling in her father's hand. "You bet it won't happen again young lady," he said, "after I get through with your backside you'll be sure to be in on time from here on." "B-b-backside," she stammered, "you're not really going to strap me now are you, I'm too old for that." "Nonsense girl, obviously you aren't old enough to follow my orders, and if you're going to act like a 10 year old you can figure on being treated like one including having your bare bottom strapped." "Now go to your room and take off your jeans and panties," he ordered. "Oh how humiliating!" she thought, "not only getting a strapping but a bare bottomed one at that, and at my age." She knew better that to argue though, she could tell that her dad meant business and now was not the time to try to bargain her way out of what she had coming. Slowly she walked to her room with her dad right behind, once inside she fumbled nervously with the buttons on her jeans finally getting them undone, then slowly she slid them off, past her shapely hips and to the floor. "Panties too," said her father, and then lay down across the bed." "Please dad, can't I leave them on, it'll hurt just as bad," she pleaded, thinking how embarrassing it would be for her to have to expose her maturing body to her father. "You heard me girl, either you take them off or I will!" he exclaimed. She certainly didn't want that so she complied, removing her panties and draping her body across the bed. "Legs apart," he ordered, and she did as she was told. SMACK!! the strap landed without warning bringing a yelp from Ann's throat, OWWW! SMACK, WHAP, SMACK, SMACK, the strap landed again and again on the unprotected cheeks until she lost count. The strapping seemed to go on forever to her, though in reality it only lasted five minutes or so it seemed an eternity to her stinging, burning bottom. WHAP, SLAP, WHAP, the strap continued to land, each stroke causing the fire in her bum to burn ever hotter, by the 15th stroke she was blubbering like a baby, chanting the same song all naughty girls do at these times, "PLEASE DADDY, I-I'M SORRY, I'LL BE A G-GOOD GIRL I PROMISE! PLEASE NO MORE!" The sounds of that long ago whipping were still ringing in her ears when Tom walked into the room with his belt still in hand. "Well, do you have anything to say for yourself before we start?" he asked. The sound of his voice snapped her back to the present, she had begun to get turned on thinking about her fathers belting, and she had almost forgotten that she was about to receive another that would surely be at least as severe as that one for charging her and Tom's credit card to the limit without telling him. She could only shake her head and murmur a soft "no, but I'm sorry Tom, it won't happen again." "I know it won't Ann," he said, "because after I'm done with your bottom you'll think twice before charging our card up like that again. I've decided to use the razor strop on you to make sure of that, now take off your panties and bend over the corner of the bed with one leg on each side of the corner, with your legs well apart." "Oh no Tom, not the strop, please!" The strop had been Tom's grandfathers, and he'd never used it on her before, it was thick and Tom had made sure to always keep the leather well oiled to keep it from cracking, he had threatened to use it before but never had. Ann knew that this time she was being punished for real. "Please, just use your belt," she pleaded, but it fell on deaf ears as Tom was already getting it out of their closet. "Don't try to get out of it Ann, you know you deserve it and there's nothing you can say to change my mind, now bend over and take down those panties," he commanded. Tears welling up in her eyes she did as she was told, hooking a thumb in each side of her panties she slid them down around her ankles and straddled the corner of the bed laying her stomach on the mattress with one leg on each side of the corner knowing this would be a spanking she would never forget. Placing a hand on each thigh at the top Tom pulled her back until her bottom was hanging over the corner of the bed with her pubes sitting right at the edge. "Are you ready for your punishment Ann?" he asked. "Y-Yes," she whimpered, "I'm sorry." WHOOOOSH, CRAAACK! the strop landed without warning. "OOOOOOOOHHHH," Ann cried, "PLEASE NO!" Again it whistled through the air, SMAAACK, right across her tender ass. "OHOHOHOH! PLEASE TOM, IT HURTS!" Taking no notice Tom raised the razor strop again, bringing it firmly down across both cheeks of Ann's naked posterior, WHAACK! CRAACK! SMAACK! Ann was sobbing lustily from the third stroke on, she had never experienced a burning like this in her behind before, "PLEASE, NO MORE TOM, I'M SORRY, OOOOHHHH!" Tom continued his assault on his wife's quickly reddening backside. WHOOOSH, CRAAACK! "OOOOWWWW!" P-PLEASE," was all she could say, her cheeks would clench and unclench franticly trying to reduce the heat that quickly built in her bottom but to no avail, and through all of her crying Tom continued undaunted. WHISSHHH, SMAACK! WHAAPP! the leather continued to find its mark, making an angry red stripe and a weal on each side of the belt on every stroke. By the eighteenth stroke Ann's crying was one continuous wail. "OHHHHHH, PLEASE, I'LL BE GOOD," she cried, "NO MORE, PLEASE!" But the strapping went on for a full five minutes, by the time Tom laid the strop down Ann's ass was a mound of red stripes, some already turning a light blue with white weals on either side of where the strop had landed. As he looked at the form of his now sobbing wife, still bent over with her legs spread and ass hanging over the edge of the bed, he pulled out his now hard and reddened cock and slid it to the hilt into Ann's dripping cunt. Tom couldn't remember the last time her pussy felt so hot or wet. As Ann lay bent over still crying, she felt Tom thrust into her and was surprised at how hot she felt, she came almost at once, and she was still crying! The orgasm went from the tips of her toes to the top of her head it felt like. Tom fucked her from behind like that until she came three more times, then he released what felt like a quart of come into her dripping hole, some spilling out around his engorged cock, laying down both of them spent, Tom kissed the remaining tears from Ann's face, and told her all was forgiven, they both agreed however, that that was one of the most intense love-making sessions that either one had ever experienced. As they rested Ann slid down and licked Tom's tool clean bringing it slowly back to life, they made love twice more that night and both agreed that the strop would be used again for any more major infractions, and secretly Ann hoped it wouldn't be all that long before he had to use it on her again.