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“Sixteen!” Debbie gasped, and I saw her hand drift unconsciously toward her lap before she caught herself.
I worked my fingers deeper, curling them to find that needy spot that Scott had discovered so easily. The memory of his fingers in my bottom while I came made me whimper, and I found myself wishing desperately that I had something to fill that aching emptiness.
The final strokes were delivered with methodical precision, each one drawing increasingly desperate sounds from Ruth. By twenty, she was practically writhing over the desk, her bottom a canvas of overlapping welts.
“Twenty,” Debbie whispered, her voice thick with obvious arousal.
I watched, transfixed, as Abe pulled Ruth up from the desk, her legs barely supporting her. He guided her to his leather desk chair and sat her down on it.
“No, sir,” Ruth begged desperately. “Please, no… not… not in front of Debbie? Not on my… not with her here?”
I swallowed hard as I began to understand, watching Ruth shake with fear.
“Do you want more, Ruth?” Abe asked sternly. “You know what you’re getting, and you’re not getting out of it.”
Abe hooked his hands under Ruth’s knees and pulled them up and apart, exposing her shaved pussy and bottom-hole completely. Her plain white panties were still tangled around one ankle, and the position left nothing hidden. I could see how swollen and wet she was, her arousal glistening in the study’s warm lighting.
“Debbie,” Abe said, his voice taking on that instructional tone again. “Come closer. You need to see this part of a wife’s correction.”
Debbie moved forward as if in a trance, her eyes fixed on Ruth’s exposed sex. She stood just a few feet away, close enough that the camera could capture both her mesmerized expression and Ruth’s vulnerable position in the same frame.
Abe picked up something from his desk—a thin leather strap, different from his belt. More like a ruler but flexible. My heart skipped a beat as I realized what was about to happen.
“When a wife’s arousal during punishment becomes excessive,” Abe explained calmly, as if lecturing to a classroom, “additional measures are sometimes necessary. Watch carefully, Debbie.”
The first lash of the leather strap on Ruth’s exposed pussy made her scream. Not a cry or a sob like before, but a raw, primal scream that made me jerk my fingers out of myself in shock. The camera zoomed in, showing the immediate redness blooming across her most sensitive flesh.
“That’s one,” Abe said conversationally, though his wife writhed desperately over the seat of the chair, trying instinctively to close her legs. His grip remained firm, keeping her splayed open. “Two more.”
The second lash landed with vicious precision, and Ruth’s scream broke into desperate sobs. “Please! Oh, God, please, sir, I can’t?—”
“You can and you will,” Abe said firmly. “Debbie, what do you observe?”
Debbie’s voice came out strangled. “She’s… she’s getting wetter, sir. Even though it hurts.”
“Exactly.” The third stroke was the hardest, the leather making a wet sound as it connected with Ruth’s soaked flesh. Her entire body convulsed, and then, to my complete shock, she climaxed. Hard. Her back arched against the back of the chair as waves of orgasm crashed through her, her cries shifting from pain to unmistakable release.
CHAPTER 12
Grace
I sat frozen on my bed, my hand still between my legs but unmoving, too stunned by what I was witnessing. The intensity of Ruth’s punishment had me in an almost trance-like state, my body aching with a need I couldn’t quite comprehend. I had never had my pussy spanked or whipped, and the idea of it seemed both terrifying and intoxicating. The mix of pleasure and pain that Ruth experienced was something I could barely fathom, yet it sent a surge of heat through me that I couldn’t ignore.
Debbie stood there, her eyes wide with a mixture of shock and arousal. I could see her thighs pressing together, her hands toying with the fabric of her dress in a way that made me swallow hard. She was obviously just as turned on as I was, maybe even more so, because she was right there, witnessing it all firsthand. The scent of my own arousal filled the air, making me feel faint with the overwhelming need building inside me.
Abe didn’t give Ruth any reprieve. As she slumped in the chair, still trembling from her orgasm, he pulled her up off the chair, then turned her around and bent her over. He made her support herself on her elbows atop the leather seat, her back arched and her knees bent.
Abe’s hands gripped his wife’s hips, pulling her back slightly so that she could present herself even more fully over the chair, her bottom still bright red and the tiny button of her anus much too visible. I watched in disbelief as he undid his belt and lowered his pants, revealing his thick, erect cock. He was going to fuck her, and I knew with a terrible certainty that he didn’t mean to comfort Ruth with his tool in her pussy. He didn’t mean to fuck her anywhere so pleasurable for her—Abe meant to take her anally, to complete her punishment.
Ruth began to sob again, but in her cries I could hear unmistakable lust, the evidence that told me she needed this final humiliation. It was a completion of her punishment, an act of complete submission that would leave her utterly degraded and yet fulfilled. I pressed my fingers back inside myself, working them feverishly as I watched Abe position himself at the wrinkly pink entrance to his wife’s whipped bottom.
“Debbie,” Abe commanded, his voice firm and unyielding. “Pull your training panties down and hike your dress up so I can see your sweet little cunt. You’re going to play with yourself as you find out the full extent of a wife’s duties.”
Debbie hesitated for only a moment before complying. She reached under her dress with both hands and drew the thick panties down to her knees. She took the hem of the dress in her left hand and raised it up while she put her right in front of her shaven pussy, the fingers clearly trembling in the close-up on myscreen—as if she desperately wanted to play with herself but still couldn’t quite bring herself to do it.
At last, with a little cry, as Abe’s hard penis pressed more firmly at his wife’s smallest opening, and Ruth cried out in mingled alarm and arousal, Debbie’s fingers pressed inward. She let out a sob of helpless pleasure.
The sight of her obeying, of her surrendering to her own arousal, sent another wave of heat through me. As she began to rub frantically at her clit, I was masturbating just as fervently as she was, my body on fire with need.
