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My beautiful wife, Rachel, has one major character flaw that recently led to a rather bizarre sexual experience. In spite of her wealthy background, Rachel is a habitual shoplifter, something that I only learned recently when she was caught red handed.
We had spent the day at the beach and on the ride home we stopped at a small antique shop, Island Relics. While I checked out a collection of swords and knives, Rachel browsed through the shop. When I heard her arguing with someone I went to investigate. I found her with the shopkeeper, a heavyset Black guy with a strong Jamaican accent. He was dialing the phone with one hand while holding onto my wife's arm with the other. When I ordered him to let her go he informed me that he had caught her stealing from him and that he was calling the police.
Rachel reached out and disconnected the phone while begging him not to involve the authorities. She looked terrified as she meekly said "Please, sir, don't call the police. I'm so sorry. Please, I'll do anything!"
He looked at her for a moment and then put down the phone while continuing to squeeze her upper arm. Rachel offered to pay double for the ring that was on the table but he said sharply "No! I don't want your money. You are a spoiled brat young lady and need to be taught a lesson. If you will let me punish you as I see fit, and if you show the proper respect when I'm done, then I think we could leave the police out of this."
"My wife is not a thief. You must be mistaken! I insist that you call the police immediately. And let go of her!" I said angrily.
Rachel turned to me and said softly "Honey, he's not mistaken. Please let me handle this." Then she said to him "We don't need to involve the police, Mister. What do you have in mind?" I had never seen my usually strong willed wife so completely submissive before and it kind of surprised me.
At her comment he turned to lock the front door and then he practically dragged her into a small back room. I followed after them as he said "What's your name girl?" and after she told him he said "Well Rachel, you can call me Mr. Smith. Now get your clothes off so I can teach you a lesson." I started to object but he cut me off saying "Shut up and sit down or go wait in the car. This is between your wife and I." I looked to Rachel who seemed on the verge of tears while saying "Please Tom, do what he says. Don't leave me alone with him."
Feeling totally humiliated, I sat down on a small couch as Rachel began to unbutton her sundress. For the record, Rachel
is 24, 5'6", 110 ponds with a perfect 36C-24-36 figure. Her best features are her large firm breasts, her perfectly shaped ass and her waist length reddish blonde hair. By contrast, Mr. Smith was in his mid-forties, short, fat and ugly with very dark, oily skin.
Slipping out of her expensive silk dress, she stood for a moment in her sexy little bikini. Then she undid the top and exposed her luscious tits to this leering Black stranger. Her big pink nipples were hard and erect and I assumed that it was from fear rather than excitement. Then she turned her back to him and slid off her bottoms, baring her smooth young asscheeks to him and in response he murmured "Nice, very nice my dear." Rachel dropped her suit at her feet and turned to face this Black man who for the moment had complete control over her.
Mr. Smith slowly walked around her, eyeing up her shapely young body while Rachel stood staring at her feet, unable to look him in the eye. Then he lifted up her chin and looked deep into her sparkling green eyes while saying gently "You have been a very bad girl Rachel. Do you know what happens to bad girls like you?" Rachel shook her head and said meekly "No sir."
For the first time I saw him smile as he said "Well my dear , they get their sweet little asses spanked. Have you ever been spanked?" Her whole body tensed up at his comment and in answer to his question she just shook her head. "I didn't think so. Well then, this is going to be an incredible experience for you. And you have such a perfect butt that I am going to rather enjoy it myself. Now step over here and let me help you into position."
He put his hand on the small of her back and led her towards a curtain hanging in the corner. He pulled aside the curtain to reveal an old wooden set of stocks like you see at Renaissance Festivals. Rachel gasped at the sight of it but made no effort to pull away from this sick Black stranger, even when his dark hand slid down and began squeezing her smooth white asscheeks. The sight of his hand on her butt made me wild with jealousy but I fought to control my anger.
"This is the original set of stocks from Kingston Jamaica and I believe that my own great-great grandmother spent some time in them. Being whipped by her white master of course. And now it is your turn Rachel to feel their harsh embrace. Step onto the platform and let me lock you in place."
Rachel obediently stepped up and put her hands in place while turning to Mr. Smith "Please don't hurt me." He chuckled evilly and pushed her head down, guiding her slender neck into the worn wooden collar. As he locked the bar in place from above he said "Oh it will hurt my dear. You will hate it at first but I have a feeling that you will come to love it. Some woman derive great pleasure from a good spanking and if I am not mistaken you are one of them." Then he stepped back and looked at my beautiful fair skinned wife, now completely secured and totally at his mercy.
He turned to me and said "Why don't you move your chair over here, sir. So I can keep an eye on you and you can see how your woman responds to my caresses. I know that her lovely young ass is hard to ignore but watch her face closely. I want you to see that point when she begins to enjoy the pain. It will be a special moment for all of us."
I did as he suggested while murmuring "What a sick fuck!" but he heard me and laughed saying "Perhaps but this sick fuck is about to whip your woman's sweet white ass and you can't do *******! Now, let me get comfortable and we can begin." With that he pulled off his sweater and quickly removed his pants. As he straightened up I saw his cock, still soft and already bigger than my cock when hard. He noticed my gaze and teased me "Yes, I am blessed with a rather large one, like most of my Black brothers. And it gets even bigger when I get excited!" Rachel twisted around in the stocks, trying in vain to get a look at him, apparently interested in seeing his big dark penis. Mr. Smith noticed her effort and stepped over next to me so she could see it while lewdly stroking his member until it started to swell up into an enormous hardon.
"Look Rachel" he taunted " Have you ever seen one like this? I bet hubby here doesn't come close. Am I right?" Rachel stared at his huge cock with a mixture of fear and awe on her pretty face and nodded her head in answer to his question. "Well, I can see that you’re interested in checking out my johnson but first you must be taught a lesson."
He stepped up behind her and took a moment to take in her beauty. With her head and hands level with her waist, her smooth muscular butt cheeks were in a perfect position for the spanking to come. He put both hands on her upper back and kneaded her smooth flesh, working down to her protruding butt cheeks. He gently squeezed and rubbed them for a while and then suddenly gave her a hard slap across the bottom of each cheek. She whimpered softly and he whispered "Ah Rachel, what a splendid ass you have." I noticed that his cock had grown even more and realized that he was getting off on inflicting pain on my wife. It was now nearly a foot long and the dark swollen tip was the size and color of a large plum.
He started to rub her ass again but now he had moved to the bottom of her cheeks and was occasionally rubbing against her tight pussy lips. When he first touched her pussy she pulled away from his hand and he gave her a few hard slaps in quick succession before continuing to play with her exposed twat lips. Rachel was going wild, shaking her ass around and whimpering with each ******* slap on her butt and still trying to keep his hand off her pussy.
Mr. Smith kept alternating between spanking her ass and rubbing her pussy until Rachel reacted in a strange way. Suddenly she stopped trying to avoid his hand and was instead rubbing back against it. Mr. Smith started teasing her, gently touching her swollen lips and then pulling away just as she tried to increase the contact and slapping her butt.
My beautiful wife, Rachel, has one major character flaw that recently led to a rather bizarre sexual experience. In spite of her wealthy background, Rachel is a habitual shoplifter, something that I only learned recently when she was caught red handed.
We had spent the day at the beach and on the ride home we stopped at a small antique shop, Island Relics. While I checked out a collection of swords and knives, Rachel browsed through the shop. When I heard her arguing with someone I went to investigate. I found her with the shopkeeper, a heavyset Black guy with a strong Jamaican accent. He was dialing the phone with one hand while holding onto my wife's arm with the other. When I ordered him to let her go he informed me that he had caught her stealing from him and that he was calling the police.
Rachel reached out and disconnected the phone while begging him not to involve the authorities. She looked terrified as she meekly said "Please, sir, don't call the police. I'm so sorry. Please, I'll do anything!"
He looked at her for a moment and then put down the phone while continuing to squeeze her upper arm. Rachel offered to pay double for the ring that was on the table but he said sharply "No! I don't want your money. You are a spoiled brat young lady and need to be taught a lesson. If you will let me punish you as I see fit, and if you show the proper respect when I'm done, then I think we could leave the police out of this."
"My wife is not a thief. You must be mistaken! I insist that you call the police immediately. And let go of her!" I said angrily.
Rachel turned to me and said softly "Honey, he's not mistaken. Please let me handle this." Then she said to him "We don't need to involve the police, Mister. What do you have in mind?" I had never seen my usually strong willed wife so completely submissive before and it kind of surprised me.
At her comment he turned to lock the front door and then he practically dragged her into a small back room. I followed after them as he said "What's your name girl?" and after she told him he said "Well Rachel, you can call me Mr. Smith. Now get your clothes off so I can teach you a lesson." I started to object but he cut me off saying "Shut up and sit down or go wait in the car. This is between your wife and I." I looked to Rachel who seemed on the verge of tears while saying "Please Tom, do what he says. Don't leave me alone with him."
Feeling totally humiliated, I sat down on a small couch as Rachel began to unbutton her sundress. For the record, Rachel
is 24, 5'6", 110 ponds with a perfect 36C-24-36 figure. Her best features are her large firm breasts, her perfectly shaped ass and her waist length reddish blonde hair. By contrast, Mr. Smith was in his mid-forties, short, fat and ugly with very dark, oily skin.
Slipping out of her expensive silk dress, she stood for a moment in her sexy little bikini. Then she undid the top and exposed her luscious tits to this leering Black stranger. Her big pink nipples were hard and erect and I assumed that it was from fear rather than excitement. Then she turned her back to him and slid off her bottoms, baring her smooth young asscheeks to him and in response he murmured "Nice, very nice my dear." Rachel dropped her suit at her feet and turned to face this Black man who for the moment had complete control over her.
Mr. Smith slowly walked around her, eyeing up her shapely young body while Rachel stood staring at her feet, unable to look him in the eye. Then he lifted up her chin and looked deep into her sparkling green eyes while saying gently "You have been a very bad girl Rachel. Do you know what happens to bad girls like you?" Rachel shook her head and said meekly "No sir."
For the first time I saw him smile as he said "Well my dear , they get their sweet little asses spanked. Have you ever been spanked?" Her whole body tensed up at his comment and in answer to his question she just shook her head. "I didn't think so. Well then, this is going to be an incredible experience for you. And you have such a perfect butt that I am going to rather enjoy it myself. Now step over here and let me help you into position."
He put his hand on the small of her back and led her towards a curtain hanging in the corner. He pulled aside the curtain to reveal an old wooden set of stocks like you see at Renaissance Festivals. Rachel gasped at the sight of it but made no effort to pull away from this sick Black stranger, even when his dark hand slid down and began squeezing her smooth white asscheeks. The sight of his hand on her butt made me wild with jealousy but I fought to control my anger.
"This is the original set of stocks from Kingston Jamaica and I believe that my own great-great grandmother spent some time in them. Being whipped by her white master of course. And now it is your turn Rachel to feel their harsh embrace. Step onto the platform and let me lock you in place."
Rachel obediently stepped up and put her hands in place while turning to Mr. Smith "Please don't hurt me." He chuckled evilly and pushed her head down, guiding her slender neck into the worn wooden collar. As he locked the bar in place from above he said "Oh it will hurt my dear. You will hate it at first but I have a feeling that you will come to love it. Some woman derive great pleasure from a good spanking and if I am not mistaken you are one of them." Then he stepped back and looked at my beautiful fair skinned wife, now completely secured and totally at his mercy.
He turned to me and said "Why don't you move your chair over here, sir. So I can keep an eye on you and you can see how your woman responds to my caresses. I know that her lovely young ass is hard to ignore but watch her face closely. I want you to see that point when she begins to enjoy the pain. It will be a special moment for all of us."
I did as he suggested while murmuring "What a sick fuck!" but he heard me and laughed saying "Perhaps but this sick fuck is about to whip your woman's sweet white ass and you can't do *******! Now, let me get comfortable and we can begin." With that he pulled off his sweater and quickly removed his pants. As he straightened up I saw his cock, still soft and already bigger than my cock when hard. He noticed my gaze and teased me "Yes, I am blessed with a rather large one, like most of my Black brothers. And it gets even bigger when I get excited!" Rachel twisted around in the stocks, trying in vain to get a look at him, apparently interested in seeing his big dark penis. Mr. Smith noticed her effort and stepped over next to me so she could see it while lewdly stroking his member until it started to swell up into an enormous hardon.
"Look Rachel" he taunted " Have you ever seen one like this? I bet hubby here doesn't come close. Am I right?" Rachel stared at his huge cock with a mixture of fear and awe on her pretty face and nodded her head in answer to his question. "Well, I can see that you’re interested in checking out my johnson but first you must be taught a lesson."
He stepped up behind her and took a moment to take in her beauty. With her head and hands level with her waist, her smooth muscular butt cheeks were in a perfect position for the spanking to come. He put both hands on her upper back and kneaded her smooth flesh, working down to her protruding butt cheeks. He gently squeezed and rubbed them for a while and then suddenly gave her a hard slap across the bottom of each cheek. She whimpered softly and he whispered "Ah Rachel, what a splendid ass you have." I noticed that his cock had grown even more and realized that he was getting off on inflicting pain on my wife. It was now nearly a foot long and the dark swollen tip was the size and color of a large plum.
He started to rub her ass again but now he had moved to the bottom of her cheeks and was occasionally rubbing against her tight pussy lips. When he first touched her pussy she pulled away from his hand and he gave her a few hard slaps in quick succession before continuing to play with her exposed twat lips. Rachel was going wild, shaking her ass around and whimpering with each ******* slap on her butt and still trying to keep his hand off her pussy.
Mr. Smith kept alternating between spanking her ass and rubbing her pussy until Rachel reacted in a strange way. Suddenly she stopped trying to avoid his hand and was instead rubbing back against it. Mr. Smith started teasing her, gently touching her swollen lips and then pulling away just as she tried to increase the contact and slapping her butt.