1. 6 Sex and my amazing wife part 1


    Date: 1/16/2016, Categories: BDSM, Hardcore, Author: alibodge, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    since she was in her late teens, it was to be her limit. In her fantasy she wanted to instruct the person inflicting the pain so that he, or she, would do exactly to the letter just what she wanted to happen to her. Later she had had worse dreams wanting to be hurt in the most extreme fashion almost to the point of death, though again she explained she had as yet no desire to die as she wished to enjoy more suffering and you can`t do that when you’re dead .Though her ultimate fantasy she said was death it was u*********sness that was her fantasy death. Humiliation was another of her desires, to be humiliated in front of some of the servants, or others not just in the verbal sense but in the physical. I could see I would need to do a lot of searching on the PC to understand my partner on life`s path though tonight I would have to console her with a good spanking to prove I would try and understand her needs. I ordered her to stand and remove her dress, she glanced at the unsecured door then she did as bid revealing a lace set of expensive black underclothes, the firelight reflected on her pale skin as I told her to “fetch me an implement to use on your arse girl” expecting her to hand me a belt or some such, to my amazement She walked to the fireplace and fetched the hearth shovel and worse the poker, looked me in the eye as she handed me both instruments, she then quickly removed her knickers, stepping from them with the grace of a fawn then said she wanted a dozen with ...
    the shovel and two with the poker please, her face a mask of sheer joy. I had expected her to placing herself over my knee, but she turned and gripped the mantelpiece pushing her lovely backside at me, forcing me to stand to do her bidding. I stood and took the flat back of the shovel to her tender flesh, not a word did she utter, as the successive strokes fell, tears wet her cheeks, but not one sound, was uttered, I changed implements, the poker a steel one about 2 ft long and tapering to about ¼“thick, was a fierce instrument and I hefted it in my hand worrying at the damage it would inflict, she watched my face then whispered “do it,... do it, please”. I swung the thing at my wife`s backside, a single stroke left a vivid sooty black stripe across the pink area left by the shovel. She did not move an inch no noise no reaction, then she turned and took the poker from me. I thought it was all over, she had had enough of this absurd game, it had been too much. I was wrong. She took that poker and plunged it into the fire, looked at me in silence for a long moment or two then withdrew it and placed it back in my trembling hand, she resumed her place and said “now”. I came near to dropping the instrument but I reasoned that to do that would be the last of our games so I did as she asked, the poker was hot, not red or even near red but hot enough to hurt, the stripe was instantly visible, and a reaction this time, not a scream but a squeal of pain, as I threw the poker into the ...
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