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The Wife's Sister, part XIII, by Redbum
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The Wife's Sister
By Redbum
Part XIII
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When we reached my study I led her over to a padded saw horse that
Carol had become well acquainted with during our marriage. Now it was
Linda's turn. Standing her in front of it I made her spread her legs
until her feet were in line with the legs of the horse. I bent down
and secured her to the horse with some straps that are there just for
that purpose.
Telling her to lean forward over the horse, I secured her hands to the
legs on the far side. The horse had been made especially for Carol
and, as such, Linda was too tall for her to be stretched as she lay
there. I made a mental note that next time, and I was sure there would
be a next time, I would have to put something under the horse legs
that would make her really stretch.
I stood back to admire her form for a minute. Between her spread legs
I could see her breasts, still firm but somewhat strange as the
pointed in what is normally the 'wrong' way. Just above these her
firm, flat stomach was just visible.
On this side her long tapered legs topped of with two glorious mounds
of striped buttock flesh, were prominent. Between the cheeks her
puckered ring still glistened from the lubrication I had given it
earlier. And just below that, barely hidden beneath her pubic hair
stood her love tunnel. My next port of call.
Just looking at her had me hard again, ready and more than willing to
bring the evening to it's natural conclusion. However, there was still
one duty for me to perform. Picking up the tawse, I told Linda that
she was due for three strokes and after that I would give her what she
had been waiting all evening for.
Looking down on her ass cheeks, there was no way I could avoid laying
the strap on top of the cane weals, so I did not even try. I only had
three strokes and set about spreading them as far as they would go.
Lifting the strap to just over shoulder height, I brought it swishing
down to crack across her ass just above an imaginary center line.
There was no yell from her this time, only a low deep groan. Either I
had mis-judged the swing or she was getting to like it. I would have
to find out.
Raising the strap once more, taking careful aim, I swung it down to
land just below the first one. This was much better. A loud yelp came
from the other side of the horse as her head raised as high as it
could.
"Only one left." I told her. "Are you ready for it?" I asked.
"Yes." she replied. "But please, not too hard. My bottom is on fire."
Looking at her nates, I could well imagine that she would feel like
that. The raised weals from the cane clearly standing out from the
deep red left by those last two caresses with my strap, but I had no
intention of being lenient.
Lifting the strap again, I brought it down in my hardest stroke for
the night to crack firmly across the join of buttocks and thighs. She
screamed and started crying when this last band of fire made it's
impact, but not for long. In under a minute she said "OK. Now free me
and fuck me."
She was half right. I did not free her. Instead I got down on my
knees, gave her a kiss on each cheek, then lowered my aim until my
tongue homed in on her slit. Reaching forward with my hands, I found
her nipples and started teasing them.
My long tongue dived deep into her love tunnel, rapidly going in and
out. Occasionally it would slip right out and home in on her clit,
which was rock hard. It did not take long before she started to cum.
When she did, I squeezed her nipples hard and lapped frantically at
her love bud.
Her body shook as the orgasm raked it's way through her. Just as she
thought it was over, I stood up and rammed my cock deep into her cunt
with one swift, sleek movement. Not being concerned with the niceties
of "making love" at this stage, I just fucked her fast and hard.
Having cum twice already that evening, it took some time before I shot
my juice into her. During this she managed two more cums of her own.
I was exhausted, and so was Linda, so I untied her and sent her off to
have a shower. When she returned, some twenty minutes later, I told
her to collect the cane and strap. She brought them into the lounge
and laid them on the table.
Stepping over to the drinks cabinet she poured two glasses of brandy
which we sipped over the next ten minutes. When they were finished I
told her it was now her bedtime and she was to take the strap and cane
with her, placing them on the dressing table in her bedroom as a
reminder of what can happen during the next three weeks.
Silently she picked them up and went to leave. As she got to the door
she turned and said "Thank you Sir." and went off to bed.
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