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Merrilee, Pete and the Mature Couple – Part Three
By Eleanor Powell | February 8, 2010
The Story So Far ……
Pete was giving Merrilee a threatened spanking. When he asked her if she was enjoying herself – she told him to piss off. It was then Pete said he thought it might be a good time to cane her.
Now Read On ……
Pete pushed Merrilee off his knee, so that she landed on all fours on the lounge carpet. ‘Don’t go way,’ he said, ‘I’m just going to get the cane.’
‘No, please don’t Pete,’ she pleaded, ‘I promise I won’t swear at you again.’
‘Merrilee my sweet, how many times have you promised that?’
‘I know, but I really mean it this time.’
‘Sorry, but it’s the cane for you my sweet.’
He left the room.
Merrilee scrambled to her feet, pulling up her knickers over her sore bottom. Looking round frantically for somewhere to hide – but there was nowhere.
Pete returned with the thin cane. He swished it through the air, it made a whirring sound that made Merrilee shiver.
‘Right my sweet, I want you to lean over the table and hold onto it at the far edge.’
‘I thought you loved me,’ she said.
‘Oh I do my sweet, but I believe a session with the cane is essential.’
Taking hold of her arm, he pushed her down over the table. Flipping up her skirt, he saw her knicker covered bottom. ‘Did I tell you to pull your knickers up?’ He asked.
‘No, it was all my own idea,’ she answered cheekily.
‘You’re getting lippy again Merrilee my sweet.’ I was going to give you six strokes, but because you can’t keep your mouth shut, it’s now gone up to nine.’
‘Pete, please,’
‘Please what? Do you want me to make it twelve strokes?’
‘Piss o……… ‘She clamped her hand over her own mouth.
‘You just can’t help yourself can you Merrilee?’
‘I’m sorry darling honest I am,’
‘Of course you are, and you’re going to be even sorrier.’
He tapped the cane on her quivering bottom. Then raising his right arm he brought the cane down with a loud thwack that made her screech. She attempted to stand up, clutching her burning bottom cheeks with both of her hands.
‘Merrilee my sweet, get back into position or it will be eighteen strokes.’
She bent back over the table – clutching the far edge with both her hands.
Pete brought the cane down on her left bottom cheek. A blue white line transversed it. The next stroke landed on the same cheek in the same place. Merrilee’s screams and the sound of the cane whirring through the air intermingled, as Pete brought the cane down relentlessly on her very sore red welted bottom.
‘Ok my sweet, the last three – please count them out.’
She shuddered and counted out loud each time the cane made contact with her bottom. ‘One … ouch! Two … bloody hell that hurts. Three … arghhh!’
Pete brought the cane down on her bottom for the fourth time.
‘Yeooowww! What was that for?’ she asked
‘Just a reminder that I won’t tolerate any more swearing from you my sweet. Ok, you can get up now.’
‘Bastard,’ she muttered.
She suddenly found herself bent over the table again.
‘Silly girl,’ Pete said, ‘I think a session with my belt is now called for, don’t you think?’
Merrilee said nothing. She felt her pussy beginning to throb and juice up, while her nipples hardened and also began to ache. She hoped Pete wouldn’t notice how the threat of the belt sexually aroused her.
She twisted her head round, hoping to watch him removing the belt from its loops.
Doubling it, Pete brought the supple leather belt down again and again onto her gyrating bottom. Each stroke took her closer and closer to an orgasm. Her screams and screeches had turned to soft moans.
When Pete eventually stopped hitting her with the belt, she felt disappointment, but when he started trailing the end of the belt across her bottom – letting it make contact with her pulsing pussy, her moans and gasps became faster as she became more excited.
Pete tossed aside the belt and she felt him fumbling. He then quickly pushed his stiff cock into her from behind. Soon she was pushing back at his thrust, faster and faster as he spurted his cum into her hot wet pussy and she came to a very noisy climax seconds later.
Once they had both calmed down, he pulled her down onto his knee, making her groan as her sore bottom made contact with his trousers. She nestled her head into his shoulder.
‘Now my sweet, why don’t you tell me what it was that got you all excited earlier.’
‘Oh yes,’ she scrambled off his knee and moved towards the computer. Clicking on the mouse, the screen saver disappeared – and there was the Spanking Swingers website.
What was it that got her so excited?
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