1. The Marine's Wife


    Date: 11/13/2015, Categories: BDSM, Author: colo_aeg, Rating: 86, Source: xHamster

    not move because she could not see the door from her position and she feared that he might just be standing there watching her. A moment later he was back and standing behind her and to her left. She felt the well worn leather touch her bottom gently. He instructed her that her hands and feet would stay in the exact position that they were for the duration of her strapping. Just hearing him speak the word “strapping” sent shivers down her spine. He also informed her that her legs would stay straight for her entire punishment. He stated that any deviation from the rules he had just established would result in him starting over. He asked her if she understood and she responded with a “Yes, Sir”. He had decided ahead of time that he would apply the strap to her bottom very hard. But, knowing how sore she must be, he had decided that he would only give her ten strokes with it. From what he had read, ten strokes with a razor strap, such as the one in his hand, would more than do the trick. She felt the leather leave her bottom for a moment and then was surprised to here a gunshot go off in the room. A millisecond later the nerve endings in her bottom sent a message to her brain that clarified what the sound actually was. Startled by the pain she yelled at the top of her lungs. As the pain really settled in she was breathless. She did not know if it was the fact that her bottom was so sore, or if this implement hurt this much all the time, either way she was scared. There was no ...
    way she could take another one. Even more fearful of the previous stroke not counting, she held firm in her position. A few moments later, the next stroke cracked against her bottom. The pain was so intense that the tears and her scream came about at the same time. Before she had time to compose herself, the next stroke landed right at the spot where her bottom met her thighs. She could no longer contain herself and her knees buckled with the pain of the blow. She was fully crying at this point and wanted to run away. She f***ed herself to straighten her legs as fast as she could. A few seconds later she felt the leather on her bottom again. For the first time since the strapping had started he spoke, “Here comes the first one”. She cried out in protest, but her pleas fell to deaf ears. Her second, first stroke was applied just as hard as the others. She continued to cry loud as he sped up the pace. Over the next minute and a half he applied nine more full f***e strokes to her bottom. The pain was immense, she was almost blinded by her tears, but she never moved out of position again. She took thirteen total strokes, the last ten without moving a muscle. He stepped back and admired his handiwork. Every spot the strap had landed left a very distinct mark. On her right cheek, where the end of the strap had hit, were large, raised welts. There was a slight bit of bruising already evident on the right cheek, beyond what she had from the night before. Unlike the spanking the night ...