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The Training of Kelly | analplay | 5

 

I must admit, seeing my wife bound and bent over Ted’s lap, with her skirt around her waist, really turned me on. I stood up and walked to where I could see Kelly’s face. Her eyes spoke of a mixture of hatred and fear. When Ted brought his hand down on her ass, pain joined the other emotions on her face.

“That’s one,” Ted said. “Nine to go.”

Kelly tried to scream through the gag. She tried to wiggle free. All to no avail. Lisa just held on tighter to Kelly’s head. Again Ted raised his arm and brought his hand down right in the middle of her ass cheeks.

“Two.” And again. “Three.”

I could see red hand prints start to form on her ass. If this was going easy on her, I couldn’t wait to see hard.

“Four.” Tears welled in her eyes.

“Five.” Now she was sobbing through the gag.

“Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. One more left.”

I don’t know if it was the pain or the humiliation, but she seemed to lose all her defenses. She looked lost, without hope.

“Ten. Very good for your first time. Eventually you won’t need the gag, and you will even learn to count along and thank your punisher. But for now, you’ve done well.”

Lisa let go of Kelly’s hair and helped her to her feet. Her face was soaked with tears and her ass was glowing red, with her panties still wedged in her crack. Kelly started to shake her hips, trying to get her skirt to fall back into place and cover up her exposed panties.

“Cut it out, or you’ll be right back here for more!” Ted yelled. Kelly stopped moving. “You will stand facing the corner for one hour. You will not look away or even leave until given permission or your will receive more punishment. You will keep your skirt around you waist so we can all see the punishment inflicted. Do you understand?”

Kelly lowered her eyes and nodded her head. Lisa guided Kelly to the corner, and arranged her skirt so it wouldn’t fall over her ass. We then all sat down in the living room and talked - sports, news, the weather - it didn’t matter. We talked as if Kelly wasn’t there, even though I spent most of the hour trying not to whip out my cock and jerk off on her ass. Kelly behaved herself, and the hour passed.

 

What happens when she is let out of the corner?


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