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Spanking Marcus lived on Galina City's west side, where the city itself started to bleed into the foothills and the lots were bigger. A little more secluded. Old farmhouses sat next to mansions and in the shadow of larger, newer builds. Marcus's place sat a little way back from the road, the long driveway separated from the asphalt street by a large metal gate. It had probably once been a farmhouse, Lari thought as he pulled up to it, but by the look of it now it hadn't had anything to do with actual agriculture for sometime. Marcus -- or whoever had lived in the house before him -- had added onto it over the years, giving it a sort of tasteful rich sprawl. The garage especially looked to be a new addition; it probably could have fit five expensive cars, porcelian tile floor, etc., as Lari pulled up. He parked next to Marcus's Aston Martin, one of the new ones that gleamed with that never-seen-dirt shine so common in this neighborhood. They got out of the car and hottie Abria made her way to the threshold of the garage with a confident saunter; Lari felt every slap of her boot-clad feet on the driveway. The door between the inside of the house and the garage opened and 6' 6" Marcus stepped out, casual in workout shorts and a t-shirt. Lari, at 5' 6", swallowed hard. He'd *always* been intimidated by his wife's master and lover. Lari followed orders and Marcus fucking knew it. So did Abria. Always submissive and obedient. Had he not been in chastity, though, he would have had a raging 3" hard on right now. Not that Marcus would have noticed. He didn't so much as look in Lari's direction as Abria approached him. They embraced, he whispered something in her ear, and she giggled. And then he reached down and grabbed both cheeks of her toned bubble butt. Lari's heart leapt into his throat. He'd seen this much before. But it always made him want to climb out of his skin with something between jealousy and whatever came after extreme, mind-bending arousal. His heart was a machinegun in the hollow of his thin chest. The door to the house opened again and another large man stepped into the garage, also dressed simply in jeans and a t-shirt. Lari had never seen him before. Master Marcus let go of Abria and seemed to notice Lari for the first time. He gave him a slap on the shoulder. "Good to see you again little Lari" he said. "You too, Marcus ......... Sir" Clyde managed. "Abria, Lari, I don't think you've met Nate yet," Marcus said, and gestured to the guy who had just stepped into the garage. "Only over text," Abria said, and extended a petite, soft hand, but Nate pulled her into an embrace, kissed her on the cheek. "Great to finally see you slut" he told her, and she giggled. For the second time that morning, Lari felt his core grow cold as he began to wonder what, exactly, he had gotten himself into. A dominant wife and her dominant Master, and a submissive and obedient gurl. "Well," Marcus said with a grin Lari sensed he couldn't have suppressed even if he'd wanted to. "Glad we're all here and on the same page." He looked at Lari and his grin only grew. "I...um..." Lari began. Marcus raised his eyebrows in mock surprise. Abria giggled. "Yes subby boi?" Marcus asked. Lari glanced at Nate, then back to Abria and Marcus. "I don't think I actually...I don't think I actually know what's going on," he said. "Of course Lari, glad to enlighten you then," Marcus said, and pulled something out of his shorts pocket. Lari shifted his feet when he saw it was his fantasy list, the list of things he'd always wanted to do with Abria but that she'd never let him. "So, thank you, by the way, for writing out the list of all your fantasies Abria has never let you fulfill with her," Master Marcus said. "Really, just like I asked for. I can't wait to see you blog about this later. I'm sure the rest of the world -- or at least, the people who aren't stuck in chastity -- can't wait to as well." Lari made a noncommittal sound in the back of his throat. "It looked like you had a good, long spanking session at the top of the list," Marcus said. "So I figured we'd start there. And I wanted to invite Nate along, since he's always been curious about spanking as well. I figured I could give him some pointers." Lari sucked in his breath and cast a glance in Abria's direction, but she was still smiling, hands slipped into the back pockets of her short shorts now, that big leather belt on display. "And I figured we could give the internet some pointers too," Marcus said. "Because again, Lari, they're going to want to read all about it. I think they're going to want to watch it too. Which is why we've decided to record this little session so there's a video to go with your post. You want your sexy wife to be a porn star, right?" Lari's mouth has gone dry. "You...you want me to...you want me to film it?" Marcus shook his head. "Nope Lari, you're not going to get to see it at all. You have to watch it later. You're going to wash my Aston Martin outside while I give Nate a lesson on how to give a proper spanking, with your wife serving as our willing model, of course." Lari blinked. He hadn't expected this at all. "Clean...your beautiful expensive sports car, Sir?" "Yeah," Marcus said. "There's a hose and a bucket with a sponge in it out there. I figure that should keep you busy for a while. But first...strip nude for us sissy boi" He paused, and glanced in Abria's direction. "Your wife felt bad for you and didn't want you *completely* shut out," Marcus said. "And hell, I mean, even I have standards here. I'm not a totally heartless fuck. So I'm going to leave the garage door open a crack so you can listen. It won't be enough for you to see, of course, but you should be able to hear Abria get the perfect spanking you've always wanted to give her -- and, I have to say, that she deserves. So you can thank her for that." "I did what I could baby," Abria said with a laugh. "Plus Lari, you'll be able to see the whole thing on video later, man," Marcus said. "When you make the blog post. It's just that you'll probably still be stuck in chastity when you see it, so you won't be able to jerk off your tiny clitty to it like all the other horny dudes who get to watch it. I mean, that's still special, right?" Abria walked over to Lari, put her arms around his neck, and kissed him, long and hard and deep. Then her hand dropped to the rigidity of the chastity cage beneath his shorts. "I'm sorry baby," she said, toying with his hair as she did. "But I got to say, thank you for the inspiration. I'm really looking forward to this." "Great," Marcus said, slipping an arm around Abria's waste. "Let the games begin, then. Lari, the bucket and the hose are outside; I figure you can find the Aston Martin. And don't forget to wash the wheel wells too. Nude" Lari blinked again, swallowed, and did as he was told, stepping out of the garage as the door ground down, cutting off his view of his sexy wife and the two big men inside. And as he watched that view disappear, he did his best to deny he was perhaps more turned on than he'd ever been in his entire life. "All right," Marcus said as he flipped on the light to supplement the sliver of daylight between the garage door and the cement driveway. "Let's get into it. Abria, if you want to have a seat. And remember what we talked about." An excited rush erupted in Abria's core. "Yes Sir," she said, and it felt fantastic to say. To finally get to be the submissive and obedient one for once. It was only then that she saw the couch against one wall, a quality leather couch, of course. She made her way to it and sat down, looking into the cameras and lights she hadn't noticed until then either. Marcus had clearly broken out his experience as a communications professional for this session. "We've got the cameras at angles and we're going to shoot in such a way as to avoid getting anyone's face in the video," Marcus said. "But if there are any mishaps we'll have your cuckold go back and blur out the faces. Sound good?" Abria nodded. "It sure does Master." "Cool," Marcus told her. "To start, I think we're just going to have you on the couch explaining what we're going to do. I'll just be asking you a few questions. You ready for that?" "I think so," she said. "What?" "I think so, Sir," she said, and giggled. Outside, she heard the sound of nude Lari turning on the hose. Marcus nodded to Nate, who hit record on a laptop on a table nearby that Abria assumed controlled the cameras. "All right, Abria," Marcus said. "How are you doing today? Ready to be spanked?" Abria laughed into the gaze of the camera directly in front of her. "I sure am Sir." "You sure look like it," he said. "And was this your idea? Or..." Abria snickered. "No, it...it was my sissy husband's. He's always wanted to spank me like this." "But he isn't going to be the one doing it today," Marcus said. "No," Abria responded. "But surely he'll get to watch, right?" "No he..." Abria forced back a laugh. "He's, um, outside right now washing my boyfriend's car. He'll be able to hear it though. We cracked the garage door." "We sure did," Marcus said. "But someone who has never spanked you -- or anyone -- but has always wanted to will be getting to watch, right? Maybe even participate?" "You invited your friend Nate, so I sure think so," Abria said and smiled. "And you're cool with all of this?" "I've been getting myself off to dreaming about this all week," Abria said, and made a show of biting her lower lip in teased frustration. "I'm totally cool with this." "All right," Marcus said. "Then without further ado, Nate, I'm going to show you how to give a woman a perfect spanking, and maybe you can try your hand at it too. Abria, stand up." "Yes Master," she said, and stood from the couch as Marcus sat down. Nate moved closer and crossed his arms over his chest, watching. "I always like to have them standing first," Marcus said. "It's a little more dramatic to pull them down." He took her hand and gave it a gentle tug; Abria lowered herself across his lap. "Goddamn you look so fucking good in these short shorts," he told her, giving her ass a squeeze. "It's a good thing your husband is locked up in chastity." Abria giggled. "The first thing I like to do is lock in their legs," Marcus said, putting his leg across the backs of Abria's knees. "It keeps them from squirming around. And they will often start to squirm around. It also lets you..." He took Abria's right hand and pinned it behind her back. "Keep them from interfering, if you need to," Marcus said. "Now, if this were a punishment spanking, I'd probably start that way, just to establish dominance. It gets more and more uncomfortable for them the longer you hold that position. Plus -- try to wriggle away from me." Abria tried and was surprised at how locked in she actually was. Marcus had her legs pinned and she had only her left hand to push herself up with, but she still wouldn't have been able to get much leverage. She'd been a college athlete and kept herself in pretty good physical shape since then, so she guessed she probably had to core strength to get away if she needed to. But it would be a struggle. Her heartbeat leaped into her throat at the realization of her helplessness. Lari had never made her feel this way, at the mercy of a strong man about to<b> dominate </font></b>her, someone who could keep her there and put her in whatever position he wanted her. He released her arm. "My pet slut isn't getting punished today though," Marcus told Nate and the camera, as he gave her ass another hard squeeze. "At least not really. But it's good for her to know what it feels like." Abria swallowed hard, more turned on that she could ever remember being before. "What I do like to do, though, is this," he said, and grabbed a fistful of her scarlet hair. She yelped as he did. "Even if it's not a punishment spanking, it's a good way to keep them in their submissive place." Abria's breath was coming fast and shallow now. She could feel everything more brightly than she was used to -- the air moving in and out of her chest, the slight sting at her scalp as Marcus gave a soft tug on her hair, the warmth of his thigh against her abdomen. She'd never felt this submissive before. She'd never really felt *anything* like this before. The grind of the belt against her hips. The one he'd told her to wear. "And since this isn't a punishment spanking, I will warm her up a bit," Marcus said. "If I was punishing her I'd probably just start right away with the paddle or belt or cane, whatever, maybe even on her bare ass. But..." He gave her a pat on the ass. "She's a good girl by and large, so this is as much for her as it is for me." "And her sissy husband," Nate called out from the side, loud enough for Lari to hear in the driveway. All three of them laughed at that. Then, without further warning, Marcus gave her ass a smack. She jumped as the pain ricocheted across her ass cheek, a sharp sting at first that broadened and eased into a warm burn, even through her shorts. He followed it up with another slap, and another, and Abria couldn't help it -- she let out a moan equal parts pleasure and pain. How sissy Lari would take it didn't even cross her mind. Lari sighed and dunked the massive sponge in the bucket of soapy water. They'd been right -- he could absolutely hear the staccato slap of Marcus's hand on Abria's ass, even through the shorts. "A warmup part of the spanking lets them ease into it," Marcus told Nate...and the camera, "It also stimulates blood-flow to key areas, which can be important for later activities." Abria sighed with pleasure again, and the worst part was Lari didn't even think she was putting on a show. She was just enjoying herself that much. "All right," Lari heard Marcus say as he pressed the sponge to the hood of the Astin Martin, hot in the noon sun. "Let's get these shorts off of you. Although you look absolutely fucking delicious in them." He was pretty sure Abria giggled just then, but he couldn't quite tell. He would've believed it though. Marcus gave a low whistle. "Damn, girl. I love the panties." "Oh," Abria said, and now he did hear her laugh. "Thanks, yeah. One of my husband's favorite pairs." "I can see why," Marcus said. "He's got good taste at least. Come here." The smacks were louder then, his hand on her bare ass, and they sounded harder too. Lari closed his eyes and tried to picture what it would look like, his wife's pale ass cheeks jiggling and reddening as the spanking went on. He'd been trying to picture that for the entirety of his marriage though. "Her ass is looking pretty pink," the other guy -- Nate -- said, and Lari ground his teeth in frustration. Even that guy -- whoever he was -- got to be more involved than him. Marcus paused, hand on Abria's ass after an especially hard slap. Her panties were doing nothing to soften the blows at this point and her entire ass was on fire. She closed her eyes and breathed deep, one long exhale in the break Marcus was giving her. He put a finger in the waistband of her underwear. "Time to get these off slut," he said. "They're fucking soaked anyway." He wasn't wrong either. Abria stood and slid them off, then raised her hands to her screaming ass cheeks and rubbed hard, trying to ease the sting. "Did I say you could touch that perfect butt of yours?" He asked her. Abria's hands flew from her backside as if they themselves had just caught fire. "No Sir. I'm sorry Master." Marcus nodded, a smile toying with the corner of his mouth. "We'll remedy that. Hand me that belt of yours. And keep your ass to the camera. I want everyone -- including your little cuckold later on -- to get a perfect view of it so far." Abria nodded, and bent to pick up her shorts from the cement floor. She slid the belt out of the loops on the shorts. This was going to hurt. This was really going to fucking hurt, she could already tell. And the thought of it made her absolutely dizzy with arousal and her hairless pussy wet. "Fold it in half," he told her, and she did, then handed it to him. He stood, belt in hand. "Over the arm of the couch," he said, and she draped herself over the armrest, ass to another camera at a different angle. "You're going to count these. And thank me. Is that clear?" "Yes Sir," she said. "How...how many will I get?" Marcus laughed. "It depends," he said, and swung the belt through the air so she could hear it. "On how I feel and when I want to stop. For now, though, we do have to address you touching that ass of yours without permission. So." He swung the belt down hard across her already-red ass cheeks, and the crack echoed against the walls. She gave a yelp and instinctively reached for her backside, but stopped just in time. God, the way she jumped though. So fucking cute. So fucking submissive. The way the muscles in her thighs and back and ass just gave an involuntary leap in response to the pain. It was the hottest thing about spanking a submissive woman. Even more so when said woman was a dominant with her cuckold. "One, thank you Sir," she said, face pressed into the couch's cushion. "Face up," Marcus said. "They have to be able to hear you, after all." She looked up and repeated herself. He smacked her with the belt again, a little harder this time. She winced, hands balled into fists, knuckles turning white. Her feet toyed with one another on the cement floor as she moved her legs, tried to ride out the pain. Her ass had gone from pink to red now, and Marcus watched the belt mark fade from white to scarlet. "Two, thank you Sir," she said. "Legs straight," he told her. Her legs shot out, locked at the knees. "Has your little cuckold husband every been able to make you feel anything like this?" He asked her. "Fuck no," she whispered, eyes still closed. "I didn't think so," he said, and rained the belt down on her ass again. "Three, thank you Sir." "Could you ever imagine your little dick husband ever being able to get you in this headspace?" He asked. She gave a long exhale. "No Sir, never as long as I live." "Good girl." CRACK. "Four, thank you Sir," she said, and put her face in her hands. "Legs straight, and don't make me tell you again," he told her, and again she complied before he'd even finished the sentence. The last one had hurt, he could tell. He'd caught her right below the ass, on the high thighs. She'd feel that every time she sat in court for the next few weeks at least. The thought made him happy. He leaned down, grabbed a fistful of her hair, and raised her face, then hissed into her ear, "And who is the man in your marriage, Abria?" "You are Master, Sir," she said, without thinking about it. "Louder, for the cameras," he said. "You are the man in my marriage, Sir," she said, loud enough for her nude cuckold husband to hear outside. "Good girl," he said. CRACK. Nate was a quick learner and an enthusiastic study when it came to spanking Abria. Lari could see that from the video. Nate had taken over not too long after Marcus finished belting her. She'd gone over his lap for a hand spanking and finished with a few lashes from the belt. Then they'd made her stand with her face in the corner, hands behind her head holding the belt, her crimson, bruised ass on full display. That was one of the more difficult parts for Lari to watch, although he wasn't sure if it was just because all the desperate, horny dudes in the comments of the blog kept saying it was when they came. Master Marcus and slave Abria both wanted to make sure sissy Lari responded to as many comments to the blog posts as he could, and he knew they'd check. It meant he was constantly reliving his dream fantasy with Abria through the eyes of Marcus and literally anyone else with their dick in their hand who wasn't in chastity. For days. It hadn't slowed down by Thursday of that week. He checked the blog post one last time before calling it a night -- Abria was already in bed -- and caught a new comment. "Loved that part at the end where they put her in the corner with a red ass," it read. "I couldn't help myself. I came all over. I bet you wish you could, stuck in chastity. Thanks so much for sharing this with the internet!" Lari reached down, brushed his caged tiny clitty, and sighed, defeated. He *did* wish he could. "You're welcome," he responded. |
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MMMM very hot story i bet you wished tha was you slut Lari getting the belt 
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