He was a slim guy, one of those people who could eat as much and as much as they wanted and yet never had any problems with being overweight. She was a head shorter than him and also slim. She had conspicuously protruding breasts, Steiner noticed fleetingly. And she had a pretty bottom, which was particularly attractive because she was a hand’s breadth fuller around the hips than the rest of her body. This was rare for slim women, who tended to have a boyish figure and were usually only endowed with small tits by nature.

„They’ve been coming for years. Always around this time and always just for one night.“ It was the housekeeper who snapped Steiner out of his thoughts. She was one of the few members of staff he had not replaced and he appreciated her for her dedicated work. Hanni, as he now only called her, was a loyal employee, the likes of which are rarely found today. And she had a lot of experience and knowledge of human nature. Qualities that were invaluable in a hotel like this.

Once in the suite, his curiosity prompted him to immediately take the remote control out of its secret compartment and press the button that activated the mechanism that made the wall paneling move aside to reveal the view into the next room. Only then did he take off his jacket, hang it on one of the hangers in the otherwise empty closet, get himself a drink from the always well-stocked bar and was ready for tonight’s performance.

Just at the right time, as it turned out. The two of them obviously had better things to do than unpack their suitcases. They were still unopened on the small platform that had been specially provided for them. He had taken off the sporty jacket he had been wearing earlier. He had also taken off his shirt. Dressed only in black jeans and a black T-shirt, he stood with his legs apart and his arms crossed in front of his chest, watching his wife wordlessly. His lips were hardened into two thin lines. His eyes were like those of an animal lurking, waiting for the best moment to attack its prey.

She was busy taking the bedspread off the bed and uncovering the white sheet. She turned her back to him and if you looked closely, you could see that he was constantly looking at her bottom, which certainly made a stimulating sight in her mostly bent-over posture. She had also taken off her jacket and was now only wearing a thin, anthracite-colored shirt, under which the contours of a bra were clearly visible.

„Bring me a drink,“ he said without taking his eyes off her, once she had obviously completed her task. She obeyed and immediately moved to the minibar, where she crouched down to search the depths of the fridge for what her master obviously wanted to drink. She discovered a tiny bottle of bourbon, reached for a tumbler with a solid glass base and filled it with the shimmering yellow-gold liquid. She then took the glass in both hands, took small steps towards him and handed it to him. She avoided making eye contact with him as she did so.

For a brief moment, a satisfied smile played around the corners of his mouth before he put the glass down and emptied it in one gulp. She was still standing in front of him, her eyes humbly lowered. Seemingly endless moments passed in which they both remained silent until the silence weighed almost leadenly on the room.

Slowly, he put the glass down. His right arm moved in her direction. With two fingers, he lifted her chin so that she had to look him in the eye. With his left hand, he gently stroked her hair.

„I’ve neglected you lately…“ he spoke in a hushed voice, emphasizing every word: „…and it looks like it hasn’t been good for you, my dear. You have become rebellious. I can see the spirit of resistance in your eyes. Your whole behavior is a challenge.“ With both hands he clasped her cheeks and stepped very close to her as he lifted her head further until she had to look almost vertically upwards. He kissed her lovingly, wetting her lips, her cheeks, her forehead with breathy touches. Then he let go of her.

„Turn around,“ was his curt instruction. She turned her back to him and allowed his hands to slowly close around her stomach. His fingers fiddled with the hem of her shirt and pulled it up slowly and effectively. She willingly lifted her arms so that he could effortlessly pull the thin garment over her head. He handed it to her and she began to fold it carefully, placing it neatly next to the whisky glass on the sideboard to his right. Then she returned to the position she had last occupied.

He unfastened the clasp of her brassiere, which she caught with both hands and immediately placed it with the garment she had already removed. When she had resumed her position, he lifted her arms and placed them around his neck. She understood and intertwined her fingers as she leaned against him with her body stretched out. He watched her in the mirror with obvious pleasure while his hands caressed the soft flesh of her breasts and his fingers made sure that her nipples developed into small, hard buds.

Hartmann Steiner smiled at the thought that this man was just looking at his wife in the large, floor-to-ceiling mirror above the bed, without even suspecting that two watchful eyes were following his every move from behind that very mirror.

She had two beautifully shaped breasts the size of two men’s hands. They were surprisingly firm and showed little tendency to sag, as one would have expected from a woman of her age. Steiner always found it a phenomenon how nature favored some women and preserved their beauty almost unchanged for many years, while others already showed clear signs of aging in their forties and gradually had to come to terms with the fact that the time of their youthful bloom was inevitably coming to an end.

His kneading fingers now gripped her more forcefully, causing her to flinch repeatedly and her face revealed that she was in pain. When the first sound came from her lips, he let go of her. His hands moved down and went to undo the buckle of the light blue jeans she was still wearing. The button that held the garment together was also laboriously undone and the zipper underneath pulled down.

„Take them off,“ he whispered in her ear.

She obeyed by taking a step away from him and bending down to pull the tight-fitting jeans off her legs. Underneath, she wore a pair of plain black panties with discreet decorations, which formed an ensemble with the bra she had already removed. Like the rest of her clothes, she folded the jeans carefully and placed them with the rest of her clothes like a good girl. As she went to remove her panties, she received a light slap on her bottom.

„I didn’t say anything about that,“ was his comment. At the same time, he grabbed her firmly by the upper arm and led her to the bed, where he gave her a slight push so that she fell backwards onto the white sheet. He followed her on his knees, causing her to slide further and further towards the headboard on her elbows until he was obviously satisfied with her position and sat up. His eyes openly scanned her body and his expression revealed that he obviously liked what he was seeing. With both hands, he reached into the hem of her panties and pulled this last item of clothing off, with her supporting him by first lifting her bottom slightly and then bending her legs. As soon as the wafer-thin fabric had passed her feet, she took them off again and remained with her legs bent but closed.

He placed the black panties next to him on the sheet, straightened up on his knees and said: „I want to look at you.“

She understood and opened her legs. As far as she could, she spread her thighs and gave him an unobstructed view of the area of her body that he was probably most interested in. Steiner couldn’t see everything from his position. But it was obvious that she was shaved down below. And really shaved. There was not even a hint of pubic hair on her mons veneris or between her legs. The rest of her body was also carefully depilated, which gave her a strangely vulnerable appearance and also made her look much younger than she actually was.

He bent down to her and began to inspect her thoroughly. Her labia were pulled apart, curious fingers explored the furrows of her sex. Even her anus was not spared and had to undergo a thorough examination.

„Lucky for you that you have prepared yourself carefully for me, my dear,“ he finally said: „But still, your body requires purification and it is high time to renew your memory and deepen your education.“

With that, he let go of her. He motioned for her to turn around and gave her another light slap on the bottom. „Get on your knees,“ he ordered her.

She obeyed and a few moments later knelt in front of him to give her master the most beautiful sight a woman can offer her husband. He took a close look at her buttocks, kneaded the firm flesh and pressed her back very deeply onto the bed so that her bottom was stretched almost vertically upwards, while his cheeks parted provocatively and mercilessly revealed her furrow.

„Nature has provided you with a magnificent ass, my dear, and we both know exactly what her intention was.“

With that, he rose, stood up and positioned himself at the head of the bed, while his eyes remained fixed on the treasures his wife had obediently offered him. He took off his black T-shirt, threw it carelessly to the floor and tinkered with his suitcase.

Shortly afterwards, it was clear what he was looking for. Once again, he took up position at the head of the bed. In his hand he held a black strap whip. It was not a frightening instrument, but anyone who knew their way around knew what effect two dozen thin leather straps could have when they hit a woman’s tender flesh with force.

He approached her, knelt behind her and began to whip her. Lightly at first, but then with increasing force, he let the leather straps hit her buttocks, thighs and back. She reacted, making muffled sounds as her fingers clawed at the sheets and the cushioning effect of the pillow prevented her screams from setting the whole hotel alight. Sometimes her body fell to the side to avoid the blows, whereupon he waited patiently until she had regained her composure and assumed the obviously expected posture. For her disobedience, she then received two or three particularly violent blows before he continued to decorate her entire body with thin welts, which soon merged into a single annoyingly reddened surface.

The man knew his trade. He struck hard enough to have a punishing effect, but not brutally enough to break the skin. He paused again and again to give her the opportunity to get used to the fire he was kindling on her body. He systematically and efficiently brutalized his wife and always seemed to be in control of the situation.

When her back, bottom and thighs had had enough, he ordered her to turn around and began to work on her stomach and breasts. He spread her legs and, with three or four well-directed strokes, made her cunt suffer under his leather and then let go of her.

Without giving her another glance, he put the whip back in his suitcase while heavy sobs filled the room. He went into the bathroom, took a shower and returned covered only with a bath towel. After grabbing a beer from the bar, he finally put that down too, dropped onto the bed, naked as he was, and was asleep a short time later.

For a long time, there was nothing more for Hartmann Steiner to see. At some point, the woman got up and also went into the bathroom. She took a long shower and then spent a small eternity caring for her battered body.

She was still clearly reddened when she finally reappeared, but you could hardly make out any individual welts now. Instead, her body looked as if she had been lying naked in the sun for too long and had become sunburnt. Impressive, yes, but not worrying.

She lay down next to him, snuggled up close to his body and soon they could both be seen in an intimate embrace as they continued their evening rest.

(Excerpt from „They got Whipped in Toom No 34“ by Wolfram Steffen)