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My ass is on fire. I am being punished for buying shoes without permission. I know he loves spanking me, and the shoes are really just an excuse, and I am glad to be able to give him pleasure in this way as much as in any other. But oh I wish he wouldn't do it so hard! He has been spanking me now for about five minutes, and I have already started crying. When he first spanked me I pretended tears quickly, convinced he would take pity on me once I started crying, but I quickly realised that tears had no effect. The only thing that stops him is when his hand gets tired! At the moment he is taking a break, resting his poor dear hand, and I am trying to catch my breath. The highest part of me, my ass cheeks are flaming, and it feels as though I could not possibly take any more, but I know from many previous spankings that we are probably less than half way through. Or maybe he will start with the strap now. His fingers are lightly trailing over my bum, and down the backs of my thighs, and he knows that he is making me shiver, making me even wetter than the spanking has already made me. Those glorious fingers keep threatening to delve, and we both know that as soon as they start delving I will start cumming, and from then on I will cum and cum all the time he spanks me. But he is teasing at the moment, his fingers not quite delving. I have opened my thighs in silent invitation, but he has not responded by sliding his fingers in there, where I am wet and hot and musky. As I wait for him to start again, I realise one of those lovely red shoes has fallen off, is lying on the floor below me. Typical of him that he makes me wear them for this spanking, to remind me why I am being punished. Also on the floor so close below me I can barely focus on it is the strap, that he intends to finish me off with. One stroke for every ten dollars that the shoes cost! His hand is moving, sliding in where I want it! Ooooh, his fingers are delving, oh fuck they are indeed, suddenly and without warning he has slid a hand in between my thighs, in between my labia, IN ME! A climax crashes through me, and I howl my anguished pleasure. I think of the open window, always left open so the neighbours can hear, part of my punishment is that the neighbours must hear. Anne, my best friend, lives next door, and I suspect she is out in her garden, poised, breathless, probably masturbating as she listens to my anguish. Her husband never spanks her, she has never been spanked, and she is almost insanely jealous of this aspect of my life. Thinking of Anne, I try to choke off my moans, try to accept his attentions in silence, but it is impossible, his thumb is now actually on my clitoris! Pressing down on it! My thighs clamp tightly around his forearm, determined never to release him, never to allow him to withdraw his lovely glorious hand from inside me. Let go, Sylvia, he says, coolly, impossibly coolly, how can he be so cool when he has got me so hot! I feel him twisting, reaching down with his left hand, picking up the strap from the floor below my nose. I watch it disappear from view, and reluctantly open my thighs. His fingers withdraw. I think, Sylvia, that I require you to be standing, bent over, touching your toes, for the strap. Has he noticed that one shoe has fallen off? Is that the reason for this change of plan? I struggle breathlessly to my feet, and stand, one bare foot on tiptoe, the other perched on the steeply sloping sole of the remaining shoe. Am I meant to kick this shoe off, or put back on the one that I lost when I was kicking and struggling just now? He kicks the missing shoe at me, and I quickly slip it on. He is reminding me yet again that the shoes are the cause of my punishment. As I bend to touch my toes, I look down at them and I don't care that I am being punished, they are the nicest shoes in my whole wardrobe. It is almost impossible to touch my toes in these high heels, but I do my best, and I can imagine what the position is doing to my legs, to my bum! I struggle to retain my balance in this tightly stretched position. The strap kisses my tenderised ass, and lifts away. I am about to pay for these shoes, and I know that the neighbours will hear me howling, and tomorrow Anne will quiz me about it, wanting to know everything that happened. Right at this moment, awaiting the pain, I would gladly swap places with her, let her take my place bending, ass thrust out, legs straining. But I know that in a few minutes he will drop the strap and push me down onto the carpet, and moments later I will be experiencing my man's passion, as his rampant cock thrusts into me, hammering my blazing ass into the carpet as he takes his pleasure in me and I take my pleasure from him. Does he know that Anne is listening, does he get off on her innocent face when she visits, takes coffee with me, looks at him all admiring because he dares to chastise his woman? I don't care, because right now it is my ass that has his undivided attention. And very soon it will be me getting fucked by him. I look down at my lovely red shoes and tell myself not to cry out, to take my punishment in dignified silence. The strap falls. I howl, and start to sob like any silly schoolgirl. Tears flood my eyes and I can no longer see my lovely red shoes. ------------------------------------------------------------------------
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