„Take your clothes off!“

He looked her straight in the eye as he spoke the three words. A concise command, matter-of-fact, calm, unmistakable. Pronounced in a menacingly quiet tone that left no doubt that he meant exactly what he had said. Three words from a man who was used to giving orders. A man who was at the end of his tether and had had enough of her.

She had been getting on his nerves all evening, acting like a spoiled little brat again, trying to get her own way. First she hadn’t liked the fact that she was supposed to accompany him to a business dinner. Then her constant nagging because he didn’t think she needed a new car at the moment. And now this stroppy way of preventing any sensible conversation.

So it was that time again. Tatjana was ripe for a little thrashing. His pretty young wife was clearly asking for his guiding hand again and wanted to be put in the place that life had intended for her.

He had risen calmly from his chair and stood directly in front of her. Close enough to look her straight in the face and see her eyes glinting belligerently. He was far from being impressed by her. On the contrary, he was actually amused by the way his little girl puffed herself up and got upset about things that she had no say in anyway.

He could have simply ended her hysterical torrent of words, delivered at a completely inappropriate volume, with a slap in the face. But that wasn’t his style. You don’t hit a woman in the face, was his basic principle. You don’t use uncontrolled violence on a woman. If a woman acts like a stupid brat, you treat her like a stupid brat. You don’t just beat her. You chastise her, just as schoolmasters, teachers and fathers have done for centuries.

Even though he remained absolutely calm and made no attempt to respond to her excited nagging, his words did not fail to have an effect. And although he didn’t even raise his voice, his brief command had the effect of silencing her immediately. He could literally feel Tatjana swallowing the words she was about to hurl at him. Her breathing continued to be rapid for quite a while and the violent quivering of her breasts betrayed her undiminished excitement. But her lips remained closed.

Her face suddenly became expressionless. Her eyes showed the first signs of panic. Her arms, which had just been gesticulating wildly to emphasize her uncontrolled words, dropped powerlessly, while her fingers plucked at her black blouse as if there was something to adjust.

His little Tatjana had once again given free rein to her temper. And she suddenly realized that she had gone one step too far. For a moment, her youthful rebelliousness reared its ugly head. But in the end, the reason of a woman who knew all too well that he would get the upper hand in the end and that she was better off submitting to his will prevailed.
„Hermann, please…“

The words came as a soft whisper from her lips. Too quiet to sound convincing. And too expressionless to be taken seriously. The same lips that had just spoken to him rather disrespectfully and tried his patience to the utmost were now suddenly barely able to form intelligible words.

That’s how quickly an annoying woman could turn into a tame wife who would do anything to calm her husband down.

Tatjana slowly approached him, wrapped her arms around his upper body, laid her head on his chest and began to snuggle up to him with all her feminine softness. He thoroughly enjoyed feeling the soft curves of her breasts and the caressing strokes of her hands. He let it happen as she began to unbutton his shirt and caress his chest with wet lips.

Scenes like this were already something of a ritual between her and him, which was repeated at irregular intervals and was clearly an essential part of their relationship. Tatjana liked to present herself as self-confident and independent. But in reality, she was a very traditional woman who first and foremost wanted to be appreciated and loved by her husband, while she saw her role as keeping herself fit, beautiful and healthy in order to remain attractive and desirable to him.

She had grown up in a privileged family that placed great value on education and held very conservative views. She and her two siblings had spent their youth in sheltered circumstances and experienced what is generally referred to as a strict upbringing. Even though her parents had encouraged her to the best of their ability and supported her in her self-imposed goal of attending a prestigious music academy and becoming a great pianist, she had grown up under the constant pressure to always excel and be among the best. If she met her parents‘ ambitious goals, she was praised and rewarded. If she didn’t, she was punished.

She was one of those women who seem to stay young forever. Anyone who met her without knowing her story would never imagine that she was already forty-three years old and thus at the age when most women’s beauty begins to fade. The age at which the first wrinkles appear, the bottom loses its shape and the breasts gradually give up their youthful firmness. But for all her beauty, which he certainly appreciated, it was her behavior that had sparked his interest. This constant alternation between the naivety of a child, the adventurousness of a teenager and the maturity of an adult woman. It all made her the kind of female being that many men wanted, although most of them would probably not be able to deal with such a complex personality.

He appreciated all four people who made up her me. The immature child who occasionally demanded strictness. The uninhibited teenager who wanted to be guided and tamed. The educated woman with whom you could have intelligent conversations and experience a life between art, culture and music. And the passionate lover who wanted to be kissed as a muse and taken as a woman.

He was convinced that he was the only man capable of responding to the full range of her feelings. He always made her feel loved, appreciated and desired. But he also left no doubt as to which of them was in charge. And he didn’t hesitate to put her in her place when her behavior was once again marked by youthful rebelliousness or even childish defiance that made any sensible interaction impossible.

It was moments like these that turned him from protector and husband to master of the house and from passionate lover to strict educator.

Tatjana was a very sensual woman. When he embraced her and their lips met in tender caresses, he could assume that the lips between her thighs would also become moist and that a dripping wetness would spread through her panties after just a few moments. But when she got carried away with her childish naughtiness and her entire behavior was determined by provocative challenge, he knew that her body was not longing for tender touches, but simply for the heat of a spanking.

Such situations also had something very erotic about them. Especially the moment when she sensed that she had overstepped the mark and knew exactly what was coming next. Then he could literally feel the fear rising in her. He could watch with a knowing eye as the cheeky brat with her sharp tongue turned back into a cuddly woman who was prepared to do anything to avert the inevitable.

He heard her whispered „I’m sorry, Hermann“, which undoubtedly came from the bottom of her heart, even if it was once again the result of a much too late realization. He watched the sudden change in her voice and her entire body language with a satisfied smile. A moment ago, she was a naughty child who made a man’s fingers itch and whom he would love to slap. Now she was a woman again, trying to flirt with her charms and awakening completely different needs in him. But he knew that it was still too early for forgiveness. And he realized that, despite all the desire that her young body kept triggering in him, he would have to teach her a lesson before he could accept her offer of reconciliation.

He energetically pushed her away, ending the one desperate attempt at reconciliation that she probably didn’t believe would succeed anyway.

„I told you to take your clothes off, Tatjana. And right away.“

You could literally see any remaining hope in her collapse. She was wearing what she usually wore when they were both at home and no guests required more formal clothing: a pair of slightly faded but perfectly fitting designer jeans and a black blouse with elaborate embroidery and the discreet logo of a well-known label. This was exactly what she took off first and carelessly dropped to the floor.

Once again, he realized that despite her somewhat mature age, she was an extremely attractive woman and had exactly the proportions that trigger men’s fantasies. Her pronouncedly taut stomach was just as much evidence of countless hours of hard training in the gym as her flawlessly smooth thighs, which merged into two firm buttocks.

Tatjana reached back to undo the clasp of her brassiere. A provocative pose that under other circumstances would probably have led to them ending up in bed in no time at all, or making love right there on the floor. He loved these small tits, which were just the right size to be embraced and caressed by tender male hands. They showed no signs of sagging and were crowned by two tantalizing nipples that protruded from the soft flesh like little towers. This fact probably also ensured that Tatjana had never completely lost the charisma of a young girl.

Still hesitantly, but still with obedient diligence, she unfastened her black leather belt with its conspicuously large buckle, which made a clinking sound when she finally wriggled out of her tight jeans and the heavy metal came into contact with the floor.

He watched with an impassive expression as his wife exposed herself, visibly reluctant, while he let her female anatomy work its magic on him, revealing itself to him piece by piece. The few pieces of clothing formed a careless ball of fabric at her feet, which was completed by a tiny pair of black briefs after she had peeled this last piece of clothing off her body after an almost imperceptible but nevertheless unmistakable hesitation.

He circled her with slow steps while he looked at her naked body again from all sides. Kind of like a tiger circling its prey. Or the owner of his property. Or simply a man whose lust instincts were aroused and who was aware that there was more than one way for him to satisfy her.

She looked intimidated as she stood in front of him with her arms crossed demurely in front of her breasts and remorseful

g bowed her head. Her whole posture radiated uncertainty as she stood there in her seductively vulnerable nakedness, occasionally casting brief, furtive glances in his direction. She looked somehow mischievous with her blond, chin-length mop of hair, which looked just as good dressed up for a festive visit to the opera as it did after a hike by the stormy sea or a night of intense lovemaking.

That was also part of the character that he appreciated so much about her. This mixture of seemingly completely contradictory qualities. On the one hand, she could look elegant and seductive and was a real gem at a man’s side that everyone envied. On the other hand, she had retained an unadulterated naturalness and was quite the sporty young woman when she put on her hiking boots, rolled through the countryside in a brightly colored cycling jersey or skied down the winter trails.

Her carefully shaved pussy underscored the image in his mind that he was dealing with a young girl in need of chastisement. It was a strangely innocent sight, the protrusions of her labia emerging from between her tightly closed thighs. He wondered if she was wet now and had a good mind to check her condition and find out for himself whether her thoughts were dominated solely by the fear of the impending pain or whether she also perceived this situation as something erotic. Her rather small buttocks disintegrated into two pronounced bulges, the kind that would please any man who has a preference for slim women and yet appreciates feminine, rounded shapes.

He bent down and picked up her jeans. With energetic grips, he pulled the black leather belt out of its loops. He could feel her watching him. And he couldn’t help but notice how she imperceptibly drew in her breath as her body stiffened almost imperceptibly. He couldn’t stop a slightly cynical grin from flitting across his lips as he noticed the almost imperceptible, instinctive twitching of her buttocks.

He grabbed her by the shoulder and pushed her gently but forcefully towards one of the massive, brown leather armchairs grouped in a semicircle around an open fireplace, in which the last remnants of the evening fire were still burning away under a layer of silver-grey ash. He bent her body emphatically over the thickly upholstered backrest of the armchair. Naked, soft skin came into contact with the coarse grain of tanned buffalo leather, while her head dipped deep into the seat and her upper body bent sharply downwards right at the hip, so that her bottom was now the highest part of her body.

It was simply the very best posture for a punishment, he realized once again. The already firm flesh of her buttocks now formed two taut hemispheres that seemed to almost demand to be spanked. Her buttocks gaped clearly apart, revealing the pink pucker of her anus, while between the transition to her thighs her rosy labia were on display from a completely different perspective.

A woman who allowed a man such insights felt no shame before him. Or she knew that she was at the mercy of a man who took the right to disregard her sense of shame.

How many millions of girls and women in the course of human history had been in this position to present their naked buttocks for punishment? How many female slaves must have screamed at the top of their lungs while exposed and helplessly enduring the hellish pain of the whip? How many daughters have had thick welts drawn on this otherwise carefully concealed part of their bodies to set them on the right path? And how many lovers, mistresses and wives have been chastised in this way to teach them obedience and submission?

He decided not to say much, but to make it painfully clear to her that she had once again gone too far. She knew all too well that she had to pay a price for his care, his love and his affection. And he had labeled this price with terms such as respect, submission and obedience.

While he pressed her firmly into the cushion with his left hand, he reached out with his right and struck. The leather belt folded into a loop made a menacing hissing sound and emitted a loud, dry clap as it came into contact with her taut skin. It took a tiny moment, but then her body came to life violently. The pain caused her to kick her feet wildly, while her buttocks jerked rapidly and a first muffled cry of pain could be heard from the depths of the cushions.

He waited until the reactions had subsided somewhat and a first welt appeared, its bright red color clearly contrasting with the delicate white of her skin. The second blow hit a little deeper and left its burning mark across both thighs. It was closely followed by another one, which again hit the exact curve it was intended for.

The fire of the supple leather did not fail to have an effect. She acknowledged each slapping blow with a sharp cry as she reared up violently and desperately tossed her exposed bottom back and forth. Although this in no way enabled her to escape the punishing blows, it did provide the leather, which was repeatedly and with undiminished ferocity, with new areas of attack.

You’re lucky you’re wearing jeans with a rather wide belt today, he thought to himself. Her preference was for decoratively narrow belts made of supple, soft leather. They didn’t clap so nicely when they hit her bare bottom. But they cut deep into her flesh with every stroke and left long-lasting welts.

It had given her well over a dozen strokes when he finally felt it was enough and abruptly let go of her. The supple leather had spoken a clear language and written its message clearly visible on her skin. The rebellious woman who had stood in front of him in a challenging pose and uttered provocative words just a few minutes ago was little more than a naked woman who now pulled herself up from the armchair with a tear-stained face to pat her heated bottom with both hands like a little girl.

He watched her every move carefully, not without feeling a sense of satisfaction. Now that he had thoroughly chastised her and she had obviously learned her lesson, his annoyance was blown away and he felt the animalistic lust he always felt when his rebellious, spoiled wife had become the little, simple girl he had once known her to be.

Wordlessly, he approached her and took her in his arms. He kissed her tenderly on the cheek, feeling the salty taste of her tears on the tip of his tongue. They stood like that for a small eternity while their bodies expressed the language of desire. He, a handsome man with clear goals and firm ideas. And she, an adult woman with sometimes immature behavior who needed a strong protector who punished the child in her and knew how to love the woman in her.

She returned his kisses, covered his face with countless little wet spots and then concentrated on his mouth to literally devour him with a lingering passionate kiss. She had to stand on her tiptoes and stretch her slender and still naked body upwards so that her lips could reach his.

No doubt about it, this woman was hot for him. Her body was literally burning to be taken. The suppressed cries that had accompanied his every thrust just a few moments ago had faded, giving way to a pleasurable gasp. The heat he had triggered in the center of her body had turned into pure desire.

„Come!“ he whispered to her and gently released himself from her embrace.

He let her go first and followed her at a distance, while he took in the sight of her gently curved back with increasing excitement and followed the movements of her bottom with relish. The traces of the leather belt could not be overlooked. Her particularly soft skin in this part of her body was covered with irregular welts that started in the area of her thighs, covered her buttocks with a criss-cross pattern and occasionally reached over both hips. An expertly chastised woman’s ass, the sight of which triggered a very special kind of attraction in him. Especially because it was he who had created these marks. And because she was obviously keen to be fucked by him despite, or perhaps because of, this chastisement.

The path led up a curved spiral staircase to the private area of the house, where her bedroom was located. With its massive beams made of shiny stainless steel and steps made of thick, shimmering green glass panels, the staircase looked like a modern spatial sculpture that created a striking transition between the spacious living room and the gallery above.

The naked female body, which moved upwards with emphatically slow and lascivious movements, was a real feast for the eyes and an erotic spectacle that no man could resist looking at.

While they were still making their way to the bedroom, he began to open his shirt with swift movements. He slipped it off and let it fall carelessly to the floor as he followed the object of his desire with ever more unbridled lust until they finally reached the large bed.

While he undid the belt of his trousers and hastily removed the last of his clothes, she crawled onto the bed on all fours, offering him the most magnificent sight a woman could offer. She knew all too well that in her current state it would be anything but pleasant to let him take her lying on her back, and so she presented herself to him in a kneeling position while she pressed her head firmly onto the pillow and stretched her obscenely gaping ass into the air.

Her reddened flesh was clearly swollen and revealed that he had done a great job. Her pussy was literally dripping with desire and glistened in the soft light of the fading day that shone in through the window. She didn’t need foreplay and he wouldn’t have the patience for it. So he knelt behind her with his phallus erect and penetrated her without further ado.