I had heard a lot about her. Her father was proud of her and had nothing but good things to say about her. But he was also a resolute man who ran his small business with a firm hand. So I assumed that he didn’t do things any differently at home and that it was definitely due to his upbringing that his daughter had passed her A-levels with distinction and also cut a fine figure at university.
I was invited to the Beckers‘ home. I’d had a business relationship with Harald Becker for many years. But it was only recently that something like a friendship had developed. We both loved to play golf, were members of the same professional associations and men’s circles and had realized in countless conversations that we both thought alike and actually held the same views on life.
Harald was a good decade older than me and I saw him as a kind of mentor from whom I could learn a lot and who could help me significantly to get ahead in my career, in business and in life in general. He seemed to think a lot of me and did everything he could to pave the way for me and put me in touch with the right people. So it was long overdue when one day he finally introduced me to his family, of whom I had only heard good things. A small family, as it turned out, consisting of just three people, namely himself, his wife and the aforementioned daughter.
Sabine Becker was a beautiful woman who was an almost perfect match for a man like Harald. She presented herself with understated elegance when she opened the door for me and radiated a routine friendliness that somehow reminded me of the permanent smile of a fair hostess. Her smile never seemed to fade and there was something subtly erotic about her movements, without seeming lascivious or even vulgar. Over the course of the evening, I glanced at her again and again with seemingly random glances and developed a certain envy of a man who could call such a creature his own.
She not only mastered her role as hostess and lady of the house. As it turned out, she was also a convincing cook, even if it was somehow difficult for me to imagine such a beauty as a housewife at the stove. Of course, she sat by his side at dinner. But she only participated very cautiously in the conversation, which consequently consisted almost exclusively of a dialog between Harald and me. Her timidly interspersed comments showed that she had a broad general knowledge. But, as I said, she kept a low profile and said just enough to be perceived as part of the conversation.
While Sabine was busy playing the lady of the house and taking up a decorative position at her husband’s side, it was mainly the couple’s daughter who made sure the evening ran smoothly. She went by the name of Anna and played the fairy godmother in the background, ensuring that the dinner ran smoothly and that one course followed the next in a timely manner. She also made sure that no glass was left empty during the evening’s conversation. This gave me countless opportunities to repeatedly look at her up close and take in the sight of a young girl who still had the unspoiled freshness of youth and was surprisingly well-mannered for a young woman who had barely outgrown her teenage years. The mere fact that she served her parents and me as her only guests on a Saturday evening filled me with a certain astonishment. Wasn’t this the time when young people were usually partying or clubbing?
Sabine kept a friendly distance for the rest of the evening and never left her husband’s side. The daughter of the house, on the other hand, was far less formal. She uninhibitedly asked what I did for a living, showed a genuine interest in my work and kept trying to talk to me to get new questions and thoughts off my chest. A bit unusual for such a young girl, I thought to myself, but she was pretty and my male instinct automatically caused me to more or less discreetly scan her slender body with my eyes and develop a thoroughly carnal interest in her. Could it be that such a young girl was actually showing more than superficial interest in me? After all, it was more than striking how she kept seeking me out under the watchful eye of her father.
It came as it had to. It was getting late. I had drunk far too much alcohol to be able to drive my car on the roads, and I was offered the use of the guest room so that I could drive home in peace and quiet tomorrow after breakfast.
„Anna, prepare the guest room for our guest,“ was the order from the master of the house and his daughter immediately disappeared into the back of her parents‘ villa. She obeyed my orders, I noticed with satisfaction, and once again my eyes followed her small, firm bottom, which showed a delightful play of movements in her tight jeans. I wondered how many times Harald had taken it upon himself to give her a spanking. Because there was no question in my mind that this was one of his habits. A young woman just out of her teens doesn’t show this level of obedience to her father unless he has raised her strictly throughout her childhood and taught her good manners.
I was sure that Sabine had already had her share. If there was one thing Harald and I had in common, it was our preference for women with a provocative backside. Especially if they were very young women and we were of the opinion that the person in question had obviously not enjoyed the painful upbringing that is good for a woman in her youth.
„I’d love to spank her ass,“ Harald once said after pointing out an annoying mistake to his secretary. „The woman actually thinks she just needs to put on an even shorter skirt to distract me from her sloppy way of working. At some point, I might make her my mistress and show her with the flat of my hand that she has to deliver exemplary work before she gets fucked as a reward.“
*****
I accepted his invitation to accompany him on his daily jog on Sunday morning. That was the moment when he surprised me with an astonishing observation:
„You seem to like my Anna,“ he introduced the topic and I knew he had seen through me. „It was obvious how you were watching her last night. You could even say that you really looked her over and I don’t want to know what was going on in your dirty mind.“
I immediately went on alert and my inner self braced itself for a verbal confrontation. So I instinctively wanted to protest, because I didn’t like the direction the conversation seemed to be taking. But he immediately took the wind out of my sails: „That’s fine, my friend. I was already worried that she’d bring me one of those green students who’s into feminism and ruin everything I’ve taught her over the years. But my precious daughter in the hands of my best friend, that actually sounds quite tempting.“
The fact that I was probably a good decade older than Anna didn’t seem to bother him. It seemed more important for him to know that the intelligent young thing was in good hands. And I could vividly imagine what the resolute father meant by good.
„Anna is from my first marriage and there was a time when she really caused me trouble,“ he explained. „She wanted to live with her mother, of course, who would no doubt have spoiled her instead of bringing her up properly. But I didn’t let her take the sceptre out of my hand. Or rather the leather strap, because she got more than her fair share of it from my hand.“
„She seems to be very mentally alert,“ I interjected timidly, now that I knew which direction his thoughts were heading. „I’ve rarely seen such a young girl ask me so many questions and be so inquisitive about anything that seemed interesting.“
„And that had such a nice ass,“ he continued my sentence, which I would never have finished like that. „You’re quite right, she has a bright mind and you have to keep her on a long leash so that she feels free and can develop. But even a long leash has an end and she needs a man who knows exactly when the time has come to tighten the reins so that her youthful temperament doesn’t run away with her.“
„I like that metaphor,“ I replied. „A stupid woman is boring in the long run, no matter how hot she is in bed. A cunt with whom you can exchange a few interesting sentences is much more interesting. At the end of the day, life doesn’t take place in bed, but consists largely of communication. On the other hand, I think the reins are a good idea. Tight reins, a supple riding crop and a provocative ass that occasionally wants to be made to dance – that really gets my imagination going.“
„Then grab her,“ he interrupted my ramblings. „Make my daughter happy and guide her with a firm hand. That will not only preserve my educational work. It will also give you deep satisfaction. She’s still damn young. With the right guidance, you will enjoy her for many years to come.“
He interrupted his steady jogging pace and gave me a friendly pat on the shoulder. „So far, I’ve always stopped it immediately if I felt she was falling in love with the wrong guy. Sometimes it took a lot of lashes and even more tears, but in the end she always relented and I was able to put the crop aside for a while. But you have my blessing. You’re welcome to have your way with her and I won’t do anything about it.“
So I had his blessing. The hunt was on and pretty Anna was released to be captured. In the days that followed, I racked my brains as to how I should go about it. After all, a student and a company director don’t live in the same world and don’t bump into each other every day. So creativity was called for and I would come up with something to throw out the lasso and catch the young foal.
A problem that eventually solved itself without any help from me. It turned out just a few days later that the student Anna was not only studying hard for her degree, but was also a quick girl who didn’t waste much time and got straight down to business.
*****
She was a child of her time and was active on all social media channels. She quickly found my business account on LinkedIn and her first entry appeared there just a few days after our first meeting. In it, she made an effort to feign interest in my profession and my work. But the message ended with the more than clear indication that she could be found in the Louf practically every evening. The Louf was a well-known student pub in the city and a place where men like me were probably the absolute exception. Nevertheless, she had managed to arouse my curiosity and I spontaneously gave in and popped into the pub that very evening.
I didn’t want to admit it to myself yet, but the girl had lit my fire. She was pretty, but that wasn’t the point, because many girls are pretty at that age. But above all, she wasn’t one of those silly girls, like most of the females her age I’d met so far. Interns who thought they only had to shake their asses to attract the attention of a man like me. Or female employees who were mainly interested in a good match and never missed an opportunity to suck up to their boss.
As I had a soft spot for very young women, I naturally accepted some of these offers. But I was usually annoyed after just a few meetings and wanted to get rid of them as quickly as possible. One of them was so pushy that I literally had to spank her so that she would finally leave me alone and go away. A method that I had used again and again since then. After all, I hated nothing more than a stupid woman who seriously thinks she only has to show me her cunt to get me on the hook. Cunts like that really triggered aggression in me and it gave me great satisfaction to teach them an unmistakable lesson and send them into the desert with a bright red bottom.
Anna didn’t really fit into the pigeonholes that had formed in the back of my mind over time. But above all, Anna was the daughter of my friend and mentor and I had his express permission to capture her and make her my playmate.
The Louf was full and I had some trouble organizing at least one beer to hold on to while I searched for the one and only among all the student beauties.
In the end, it was she who found me and stood in front of me, beaming with joy as if from nowhere. We quickly separated ourselves from the general hustle and bustle and I began to imperceptibly cast my net and literally get my hands on her. Those fingers slowly felt their way down her back sometime later to end the day, while she played the girl in love and we said goodbye to each other with a lengthy kiss. They reached her firm buttocks, which were of course of particular interest to me, and finally strayed possessively between her legs without her seeming to object. There was no question that the girl was nowhere near as well-behaved as her father might have thought, and she obviously had a penchant for older men and found it perfectly normal to snog the owner of a prestigious company at night, who was also one of her father’s valued friends.
*****
Anna was a bright girl and didn’t seem to have any problems with her studies. And she was quite diligent and spent her days studying, while in the evenings she threw herself all the more into student life in the city. But I had decided that this would soon come to an end and was working specifically to gradually remove her from the scene and separate her from her friendships. I did this mainly by increasingly taking up her free time and making her dependent on me.
Of course, it was more tempting to drive across the country in a convertible at the weekend and spend the night in a romantic country hotel than to hang around at some student party. An evening at the opera was not exactly age-appropriate for a twenty-year-old, but it was a piece of education and gave her the feeling of belonging to those who understood something about culture and were already a good deal more grown-up than she was. However, we found a common level of interest at a jazz concert, where nobody was interested in the fact that she was actually a little too young for a grown man like me and I was clearly too old for a girl of her generation.
But an age difference that is all too obvious cannot be undone and it was no different between Anna and me. She remained the young woman who was actually still a girl and I retained my role as the man who gave this relationship the decisive impetus and also expressed a certain dominance. Especially when I finally brought her into the house after a few weeks, she increasingly realized that she would probably remain the young girl in our relationship forever. But she didn’t really seem to have any problems with this and gradually began to get used to the carefree life I was allowing her to lead and to submit to my will.
Over time, I had come to set the rules for our life together and made it clear to her what role she had to play. And I did it in a way that brooked no argument and made it clear to her that I was the one in charge of our relationship, while it was her job to submit to my will.
At the same time, I got her used to small freedoms that a woman always appreciates and that she would miss forever after a voluntary or forced separation. But all these freedoms were linked to specific conditions. She soon had her own credit card in her name. But I told her how much she was allowed to spend each month. I had also paid for her smart little Mini and she was delighted with this gift. But I demanded that she always knew what she was up to and where she was.
She probably thought that all the good deeds from his hand had something to do with appreciation, affection and love. But in reality, it was primarily a calculation. I wanted her to be dependent on me, both mentally and emotionally, but above all materially. I wanted to keep her on a tight leash and control every aspect of her life. I wanted her appreciation and her gratitude, her obedience and her submission to my will. I wanted her to feel free and independent and not even realize that she was actually not much more than my slave, whose whole life revolved around my needs alone. She should look up to me because I had a right to her respect and gratitude, and submit to me because I had a right to do so. But above all, she should love me because she was a woman and simply owed me love and devotion as her husband. And she should fear my displeasure if she violated one of my laws.
To achieve all this, it was necessary for him to keep an eye on her every moment of her life. Trust is good, I was convinced, but control is better and knowledge is power. That’s why I had secretly fitted both her car and her cell phone with a tracker, which always told me whether what she was telling me corresponded to what she was actually doing. I always knew where she was, could read her every email and message and listen in on every phone call. In her eyes, I was the caring lover who looked after her and offered her protection and security. In reality, I was the man who had her completely under control, who ruled her entire life and always gave her just enough freedom so that she didn’t notice how she was being bullied.
*****
It took less than three months for Anna to move in with me. She was probably happy to be able to move out and escape her father’s strict hand. As we now slept together regularly, I was always well informed when she had incurred her father’s displeasure and received a spanking. Since she came to live with me, this was only very rarely the case, but every now and then she still seemed noticeably meek and I knew that she was wearing the unmistakable marks of her father’s leather belt again. Then she was particularly in need of love and screamed like a wild woman when I took her from behind with a view of her fresh welts and drove her to orgasm with powerful thrusts. Anna was a lustful girl with a refreshingly natural sexual urge. But she was also a girl who was prone to rash actions and words and had therefore regularly felt the strap from an early age.
She seemed to feel comfortable with me and enjoyed the evenings and weekends she spent with me. But she didn’t yet know that almost nothing would actually change in her life. So far, she had only felt my flat rights once and that was a situation where even an impulsive girl like her had come to the realization that my reaction was more than justified.
I don’t know what had happened at university, but she had been grumpy all evening and had reacted rather stroppy to my questions. At some point, she started to take her bad mood out on me and found fault with a thousand little things. When it was time to go to bed, I knew that sex was definitely not the way to calm her down. But I also had no intention of letting such a young brat spoil my mood. So I put my foot down and got quite loud. I demanded that she stop acting up immediately and threatened her with dire consequences if she didn’t behave like an adult.
She obviously felt even more incited by this and went into almost hysterical reactions, shouting at me, throwing objects at me and acting like a defiant teenager who hadn’t gotten her way. It was the typical reaction of a woman who knows exactly that she is behaving impossibly, but has completely lost control of herself and feels like a victim, while the whole world is to blame for her imaginary problem.
She was naked at the time and paced up and down the bedroom provocatively, while she unrestrainedly vented her frustration and claimed that she was leaving me here and now and forever. She didn’t seem to realize that it was already approaching midnight or the fact that there was no bus at this time of night and I certainly wouldn’t be paying for her cab. Besides, she could probably have just fled to her parents and her father would probably have just slapped her a few times and sent her back to me.
Somehow the whole scene amused me more than I could get upset about it. When she asked for a suitcase so that she could pack her things, I coolly replied that all the suitcases were in the storage room and that she was welcome to choose one. She then stomped off and a little later started to take her clothes out of the wardrobe and throw them into the suitcase. Expensive clothes that I had mainly bought for her and which were soon just a pile of fabric garnished with her bras and panties. She was still naked and made quite a stimulating sight as she walked back and forth pretending to be serious. Her small, round bottom went into playful, energetic movements while her tits bounced up and down excitedly.
At some point, she obviously realized that the crucial point had come. The suitcase was full, but it was still open and seemed anything but ready to leave. Instead, she fiddled around in the bathroom, pretending to pack up the numerous utensils she had laid out there. In reality, she was just moving everything around as if she was undecided as to what she should and shouldn’t take with her.
I was aware that this is how a woman who screams for attention behaves. She gradually realized that she had manoeuvred herself into a hopeless situation and didn’t know how to get out of it. A woman who wants to leave a man doesn’t walk up and down in front of him stark naked for an hour, but makes sure she gets out of the house as quickly as possible so that she doesn’t have to see him again. Nor would she keep throwing herself into position while packing so that her bottom is shown off as well as possible and he can see as clearly as possible what he would be denied in the future.
No, this was the behavior of a woman who was overwhelmed with something and wanted two strong male arms to fall into, to feel loved and protected. But she didn’t yet know that she couldn’t manipulate a man like me in this obvious way. She hadn’t yet realized that I was just like her father and knew exactly what a rebellious brat like her needed. And it wasn’t reassuring hugs, it was a red-hot ass.
So I got up to put an end to the spectacle. I walked towards her, ignored her rather poorly acted attempt to get away from me, grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her into the bedroom. There I threw her onto the bed in a wide arc and climbed in after her. I turned her to the side and gave her half a dozen loud slapping blows that landed mainly on her thighs. A real man knows not to hit a woman in the face when she deserves a beating. He knows the parts of her body that were created by nature specifically for her correction. He concentrates on the soft and sensitive flesh of her lower body, where she feels his blows particularly well without leaving any permanent marks.
That’s exactly what I did. Of course, she squirmed under my more than overdue blows. But I was a strong man and she was just a young woman. So I had no trouble turning her again and again into the exact positions that allowed me to systematically beat her and make the tender skin of her buttocks and tight thighs flare up until they glowed a bright red from the back of her knees to her ass.
I ignored her screeching as well as her pleading and begging. Her promises and assurances of love also went unheard. She was a woman who deserved punishment and that’s exactly what she got. She had driven me to white heat and now she was going to get a shiny bottom. She had lost her temper and it was my job to tame her and make sure she never put on a circus like that again. She was used to spanking and obviously this was the only way to penetrate her mind and tame her rebellious spirit.
„Tidy everything up again,“ I ordered her when I felt I had punished her enough. „Put the bathroom back in order and come to bed.“ I stretched out on my bed and watched with satisfaction as she complied with my request and humbly went about undoing her entire nonsensical action like a kicked dog.
She looked like a little girl who had been punished and was now doing exactly what was expected of her under her father’s stern gaze. She crawled off the bed with a bashful look on her face and obediently went about hanging her clothes back in the wardrobe and putting the suitcase back in its place. When she had also restored the bathroom to its original state, she reappeared and made preparations to lie down, hiding her maltreated body under the fluffy, warm comforter. She was no longer naked, but wearing one of those snug nightdresses that teasingly traced the contours of her body and was transparent enough to arouse desire.
But I thwarted her plan. I knocked the bed back and made sure it flew across the room in a wide arc and landed on the floor.
„Get on your knees,“ I said calmly, but with unmistakable determination. She looked at me pleadingly, but she no longer had the courage to resist me. So she knelt on the bed and looked at me questioningly.
„You know how I like you best.“
She adopted the position known in English as doggy style, stretched her bottom upwards, which took on a slightly pointed curve, and laid her upper body flat on the bed. Then she pushed her bottom back and assumed the inviting position in which millions of women have probably already presented themselves to their men. She didn’t seem to mind that the nightgown followed the path of gravity and allowed an unobstructed view of her slightly spread ass.
I took up a position behind her and once again examined the perfect sight of her. A woman couldn’t show herself better and she couldn’t express more clearly that she wanted to be fucked. Although in this case I wasn’t so sure whether that was actually the case. It wasn’t just a posture of absolute submission. It was also a sight that made it unmistakably clear that the woman had two orifices to offer, which her owner could dispose of at will. One of them was already glistening treacherously and made it unmistakably clear that she was ready to be taken by a stiff male cock. The other was defiantly closed as always. I knew which way I would go this time. But at some point I would also choose the other alternative and painfully gain access to her insides.
It’s a phenomenon I’ll probably never understand. A woman who had been spanked thoroughly and whose body center was still glowing hot was almost always wet. It seemed as if nature had arranged it that way to signal to her educator that she was ready to atone and fulfill her duty as a woman.
No further action was therefore required to get her aroused and I was able to penetrate her unhindered. I did just that and she experienced the most intense fuck she had ever had from me. My cock, which was of course more than ready, penetrated her in an almost animalistic way. My hands gripped her hips hard and I took her harder and more brutally than I had ever done before. Occasionally I would lunge out and alternately give her left and right ass cheek an encouraging blow, which she acknowledged with a slight cry, while she gasped more and more frantically and her whole body was determined by the rhythm of my sexuality.
At some point she was overwhelmed by a powerful orgasm, which she could only scream out loud and which made her tremble violently from her toes to her neck. She demanded more, more and more and only began to calm down again when I had cum in violent spasms and felt my penis, which had been so demanding until then, gradually shrink inside her. I withdrew from her and she tipped limply to one side to curl up like a baby and enjoy the moment of bliss.
Guilt and atonement belong together just as much as the need for punishment and the desire for immediate reconciliation.
*****
For my friend Harald, I was obviously now part of the family. In any case, I was regularly invited to family celebrations, even though I didn’t know most of the people there at all and found it difficult to make closer contact. In general, I had the impression that these were strangely withdrawn people who were perfect at making everyday small talk with outsiders like me, but otherwise hardly revealed anything about themselves or their lives. It was striking that the women were all pretty and very young compared to their husbands. And that they knew how to dress discreetly and seductively without ever crossing the line of tastelessness. I couldn’t help but get the impression that this entire clan formed a tight-knit community that functioned according to very specific rules. The men were obviously in charge and seemed to be enjoying themselves and socializing in their own way. The women, on the other hand, more or less performed the role of a decorative ornament at the side of their respective masters. However, they seemed to have little contact with each other and only knew each other superficially. There were only a few children and teenagers present and they were so well-behaved and obedient at their parents‘ side that I could well imagine the style of upbringing that was cultivated at home.
Harald Becker’s eyes gleamed when he opened the door and saw me arm in arm with his daughter. I was obviously the youngest in the circle, but I also seemed to fit seamlessly into the general picture with my very young companion. This time, we were the reason for the family gathering, because it was about nothing less than the announcement of our engagement. It was therefore the first time I had taken her with me and everyone knew who her father had chosen to guide his exceptionally beautiful daughter through life.
The men present now even greeted me with a handshake. Others gave me the usual male advice. The women greeted me with routine friendliness, while Anna was met with cool detachment. They had all probably only seen her as their parents‘ daughter over the years and were still finding it difficult to recognize her as one of their own.
The exchange of rings was a somewhat overly formal procedure. But it seemed to be the moment when I was not just a tolerated visitor, but was accepted into the family circle with all the trimmings. I didn’t have a family I wanted to be seen with, but nobody seemed to take offense at that. In any case, no one asked, so I assumed that either everyone already knew all about me or that I was the only one accepted as part of the family in this male society.
„She’s damn pretty. Half the college is probably after her,“ an older gentleman whispered to me. „I hope you keep an eye on her and intervene immediately if she gets any ideas.“ I was convinced that his wife also had a cell phone, which helped him to keep an eye on her at all times. And that she also knew what it felt like to be reprimanded by her master and husband.
„I can’t tell you how happy I am that it’s you who’s going to take little, wild Anna by the hand and lead her through life. Have you had a chance to put her in her place in the old-fashioned way?“ Anna’s father seemed visibly moved and quite naturally assumed that his daughter had already misbehaved during the short time we had lived together and had felt my punishing hand. „Unfortunately, yes. She sometimes finds it difficult to control her temper. But a red-hot bottom quickly changes that and she’s docile again, like a little girl.“ He seemed visibly satisfied and gave me a knowing wink.
„Don’t let her nagging impress you,“ was another piece of advice from one of the relatives who obviously knew Anna better. „She’s a defiant child and always will be. What she needs are clear rules and a firm hand. If you know that, you’ll enjoy her for a long time.“ Then he told me another trick from his own practice: „I just keep hitting my Astrid until she gives up and just howls and whimpers. Only then is the point of remorse reached and she parries again, as she has to.“
There was no doubt that I had ended up among men who had very clear ideas about life. Men who had a lust for women and appreciated their beauty, but also knew exactly what they would let a woman get away with and when they would raise their hand to show her her limits. These men were all rich and proud of what they had achieved in life. They were conservative and still lived as their ancestors had done two or three generations ago. They seemed to me almost like a secret society that lived by its own rules and closed itself off to the outside world so as not to attract unnecessary attention.
Men like these took advantage of women’s desire for luxury and a carefree life. They knew full well that a young woman would put up with just about anything if a man offered her the kind of life she could never afford on her own. I was sure that every single one of them had a cane, whip or leather strap at home and would not hesitate to use it to afflict unwilling female flesh. I knew that the devotion of all the beautiful women here was only a pretense and that each of them knew exactly how far they could go to avoid inviting another beating. I was convinced that they had all already been spanked. But it was more tempting to play the submissive wife for a man than to work as a clerk somewhere and earn just enough to live a modest life.
And the children? They looked to me like little lap dogs who responded obediently to every command because they got a treat in return. And who had learned early on that it was better for a little girl to feign obedience than to feel mother’s wooden spoon or father’s leather strap. After all, it was almost unreal how they sat there obediently and were bored instead of giving in to their natural urge to move.
For the teenagers and aspiring women present, the only purpose in life seemed to be to look pretty and attract attention. But that alone did not distinguish them from the majority of the other girls to be found in the country’s schoolyards. The only difference was that they were all dressed in visibly expensive clothes and did their best to look beautiful, feminine and seductive.
Anna was obviously very proud of me and didn’t leave my side the whole evening. The other women at least allowed themselves the freedom to leave their husbands alone while they smoked fat cigars, consumed old single malts and were busy with important conversations. She, on the other hand, was never more than an arm’s length away from me and seemed visibly comfortable with her new engagement ring. The fact that I had spanked her thoroughly only a few days before had probably long since been lost in her dreams, wishes and illusions, and the fact that I obviously shared her family’s reactionary views didn’t seem to bother her.
„I wouldn’t allow my daughter to fuck around before the wedding, but I guess old Becker doesn’t see it that way.“ It was the voice of a middle-aged man who felt compelled to tell me his opinion with an undertone of disapproval. „My Manuela was still a virgin when she stood at the altar. She knew what was coming. But we had probably failed to make it clear to her that sex is not just about the wet hole between her legs, but that a husband has two other orifices at his disposal that he can use as he pleases. One of them, of course, is her mouth and she was really shocked when she had to take his cock between her lips. The next morning she ran to her mother and complained about her husband’s disgusting desire. But I sent her back immediately and she never dared to complain about her husband again.“
I wasn’t sure what he was trying to tell me. But I knew that my Anna obviously had no problem getting me in the mood with her mouth. The little slut was hell-bent on being fucked every day and I would soon have to make it clear to her that her horniness was completely irrelevant and that her only job was to be available to me when I wanted her.
*****
I was to get to know how women were treated in this family on another occasion. It was a big garden party and, as was fitting, the barbecue was in constant use and the wine was flowing. There were no children present that afternoon. Presumably the parents had taken a day off so that they could really celebrate again. The women were also noticeably exuberant, which was perhaps due to the fact that they were constantly sipping a glass of white wine and were already clearly tipsy in the early evening. The number of people present led me to assume that other guests had been invited to this event in addition to the actual family, who were probably friends or business partners.
The ladies were also far less formally dressed on this day than I have seen them on other occasions. Some wore light summer dresses made of colorful printed, flowing fabrics that clung to their bodies in a different way with every movement, cleverly playing around the curves that make a woman a woman. Whether they wore panties underneath remained hidden from my knowledge. In any case, each of them made an obvious effort to leave this question to the viewer’s imagination.
Those of the wives who had turned up to the garden party in daringly tight shorts had dressed downright scandalously. Normally it was only teenagers who wore such garments, which were barely able to cover the bare essentials and in which the wearers could not bend down without allowing forbidden deep insights into their female anatomy.
The men obviously appreciated the decidedly sensual appearance of their wives, which I had never noticed so clearly as at this informal event, which was probably a traditional family summer event and had great significance for everyone present.
At some point, when the horizon was already bathed in a deep red evening atmosphere, the alcoholization of the ladies in particular was unmistakable. The laughter became shriller and the otherwise rather reserved ladies were no longer recognizable. I watched one of the women, who I estimated to be no more than thirty, whose summery, loose-fitting top had slipped. For minutes on end, she showed off her tits without caring about her nakedness. Only when her husband came dangerously close and gave her a stern look did she make herself comfortable enough to let her still firm flesh disappear behind his privacy screen.
A black-haired woman, still quite young for a wife, attracted attention with her particularly shrill appearance. Her tongue was probably so uninhibited by a glass or two of wine that she said things that were not really appropriate for a proper lady. But her husband obviously knew his wife’s weakness. When she once again drowned out the rest of the conversation a little too loudly, her husband approached her. He looked her sternly in the eye and slapped her left and right without warning. Then he turned away as if nothing had happened and continued his conversation, while the chastised woman looked bashfully at the floor and tried to deal with the embarrassing situation.
Anna didn’t really seem surprised by the event. But when the two slaps echoed across the lawn and drowned out the general noise level, she still flinched slightly and snuggled up to me for protection. A woman instinctively suffers when another is beaten and even a very young woman like Anna, who has been used to being beaten since childhood, will feel sorry for her fellow woman.
A while later, I noticed an imperceptible change in the behavior of those around me. For example, I noticed a distant middle-aged relative who gently put his arm around his young wife’s waist and gently pushed her away from the group of women she was talking to. He led her to the part of the park-like garden where the men were gathered around the barbecue and seemed to be in high spirits. He purposefully introduced her to another relative, which struck me as odd, as everyone here knew each other and there was no real need to introduce his wife to anyone. But the man I spoke to reacted very positively and, to my surprise, only a few moments passed with obvious small talk before he took the young woman by the hand and strolled off with her in a relaxed manner to disappear inside the house.
In the meantime, there had been another rebuke. A sporty guy in chinos and a polo shirt had taken the glass from his wife’s hand and then immediately slapped her hard on the bottom. She squealed audibly as her lower body jerked forward and she used both hands to comfort her backside. She was also escorted by her husband to the other men and shortly afterwards disappeared with one of the evening’s invited guests, who patted her bottom possessively. However, he did not go into the house with her, but let her get into his car to leave the summer party with her.
One of the women present had probably overestimated her ability to drink and threw up. She staggered frantically towards a bush at the edge of the park, where you could see her bend over and vomit. Of course, this did not escape the notice of her husband, who immediately set about tending to his wife. He wordlessly handed her a paper towel, which he unrolled from a kitchen roll, and then set about breaking off a suitable branch from the bush. He obviously wanted to use it as a whip and carefully removed all the leaves from the barely finger-thick branch. He then pulled it through the air twice, hissing noisily, and was obviously ready to do what had to be done.
The incident had not gone unnoticed and a semi-circle of men and women quickly formed around the scene to witness the inevitable spectacle. The unfortunate woman was stripped of her dress and her husband began without hesitation to work her over with the crop. Her rather pronounced bottom soon showed an impressive pattern of brightly flaring welts, while she could not help but curl up in the evening damp grass and endure the flogging. Every now and then, her tormentor grabbed her energetically by the legs and brought her into a position that exposed previously untouched areas of her body and caused new welts to flare up.
She was a little fuller than most of the other women. But that was exactly what emphasized her femininity and made her curves a real feast for the eyes. Her bottom was beautifully arched and its pronounced fullness seemed to be crying out to be chastised from time to time. She was, as everyone could now see, completely shaved and every man could admire the pronounced pussy that was revealed again and again to his greedy gaze.
She must have received well over two dozen blows when one of the men present intervened and urged her to moderate. He was the one who helped the battered woman to her feet again, gave her a provisional dress and – how could it be otherwise – disappeared inside the house with her.
Hanna had obviously realized that I had a thousand questions running through my head. After all, I couldn’t know what was going on here and she felt compelled to enlighten me.
„Everyone belongs to everyone tonight,“ she began. „The only condition is that it is her husband who offers her to another of those present. He will then withdraw with her, because he can do whatever he wants with her for the rest of the evening. But I’m sure the men have already decided beforehand who gets to have fun with whose wife.“
I had already suspected something like this, even though the behavior of my future relatives this evening was very different from the very reserved, even prudish way in which they had shown themselves to me so far. It was obvious that they were all men who led their wives with a firm hand. Each of them knew exactly what their husband expected from a good wife. And each had already winced under the effect of the crop while being punished for some naughtiness.
„Once we are married, you will also have the right to lend me to another man,“ she whispered to me and I didn’t know whether this filled her with apprehension or whether it made her horny. For me at least, the events had a very clear effect and I appreciated being included in this decadent circle.
By now, I had gained a pretty good impression of this family clan. I knew what made the men here tick and I had also noticed the unambiguous looks with which I was pursued by their wives. Most of the men loved to be served by their wives in every way. Some had hired a professional chef to teach her the finer points of fine cuisine. For others, it was a thrilling sight to watch her doing menial housework, mopping the floor on her knees and ironing shirts with abandon. But there were also gentlemen who thought that a wife was far too good for such tasks. Her only job was to be pretty, to be seductive for her master and to be available at all times. They were also the ones who employed a maid. This was usually a young Romanian woman who was kept like a house slave and treated as such.
These girls were also present that evening and made a visible effort to read the guests‘ every wish from their eyes and ensure that their glasses were always full. But they seemed somehow sad and I had the feeling that their life in a foreign country was definitely not a bed of roses.
*****
If you impose enough rules and restrictions on a woman, it’s only a matter of time before she makes a mistake and gives cause for punishment. It was no different with Anna and I was soon to have the opportunity to continue the upbringing she had probably been used to since childhood. I’d had a busy day, slipping from one conference to another and by the evening I felt more exhausted than I had for a long time. I asked my assistant to book a table at one of my favorite restaurants and called Anna to order her there for eight o’clock.
The assistant in question was called Irina. She was a picture-perfect beauty and I had personally selected her from more than a dozen applicants who had been put forward by my HR department. With her university education, she was actually way overqualified for the job. But I liked her small, round ass and that’s exactly what I wanted to see every day to give my libido the right stimulus. I wasn’t interested in the fact that she was very proud of her academic title. On the contrary, I was all the more tempted to make her my little servant on a regular basis, who had to take care of my supply of Darjeeling tea and also prepare a quick snack for me when I didn’t have enough time to go down to the bistro at lunchtime. She thought that was beneath her, but she hadn’t dared to complain about it yet.
Irina wasn’t just a capable employee. She was also a woman and had of course quickly found out that I was still single and therefore available. She hadn’t yet realized that Anna existed and so she was still dreaming the dream of all secretaries, assistants, nurses and office girls and hoped that one day she would be lucky enough to bear the name of the company owner and be set for life. Until then, however, she had to fight for my goodwill and use every opportunity to spark my carnal interest in her. Of course, she also used her most important body part for this and made sure that I was able to enjoy the arousing sight of it as much as possible.
Sometimes I regretted living in this woman-friendly time when a man even risked prosecution if he stared at a woman’s ass for too long. I did that, of course, as long as it was in line with her intentions. But I was careful not to touch her for even a second and thus create the conditions for what is called sexual harassment in the workplace. As soon as I did that, I would have been at her mercy. A boss who touches his assistant must either marry her immediately or immediately ensure that she makes a career move that promotes an incompetent woman to a completely inappropriate job.
Once upon a time, assistants were still called secretaries. In those days, she was practically a serf of the boss, preferably unmarried and pretty enough to accompany him on his business trips. Back then, there was a cane in every office, which the trainee girl in particular had to feel, so that she learned early on that only tireless diligence guaranteed a pain-free working day and that a relationship with the boss only brought advantages. Apprentice girls were a treat for every boss back then. And they were sometimes treated as spoiled mistresses and sometimes as disobedient brats. So sometimes they got to feel the boss’s stiff cock and then they turned under the blows of the cane, with which their never-ending education was continued.
*****
I was really hungry when I pulled up outside the restaurant, but Anna kept me waiting. I sat there for almost half an hour thinking about how I could punish her for her impertinence. When she finally turned up, I greeted her with feigned iciness and just said, „Come on!“
I was a frequent guest in this restaurant and knew that there was a discreet, small adjoining room where I had met with business associates on several occasions. I took her there, carefully locked the door behind me and confronted her about her negligence. You simply don’t keep a man like me waiting and if you do, you have to expect consequences. I scolded her like a little girl and then ordered her to bend over one of the tables. I slipped the black dress over her hips, wrapping her body like a second skin. I tore the flimsy panties from her body with a jerk and stuffed the useless ball of fabric into her mouth. I slowly and theadrally dragged my belt out of my pants and gave her a dozen well-aimed blows on her well-presented ass.
After I had vented my anger, I asked her to get ready again and walked back with her, holding hands, to the table where the aperitif was already waiting for us. Everyone present probably thought we were father and daughter and only a very attentive observer would notice that Anna was sitting conspicuously stiffly in her chair and was anything but comfortable. In earlier times, any experienced father would probably have immediately concluded that this young lady had only recently received a spanking and that she was by no means a daughter.
It was only a short, strict reprimand under special circumstances. But Anna should get used to the fact that I would not only be her husband, but also the master whom she had to obey and who demanded that she follow his instructions to the letter. And she should know that she was far from being too old for a spanking and that I would inevitably mark her bottom with welts if she gave me even the slightest reason to do so.
Of course, her evening chastisement had awakened my lust for her. Seeing her small, firm bottom dancing under my strokes was a sight that automatically awakened animalistic desires in me. So the evening dinner wasn’t just remarkably silent. It also felt like an appetizer to me, while the real highlight of the evening still lay ahead.
My villa had two living levels and the bedroom with the adjoining bathroom was, of course, upstairs, from where you could look out over a hilly landscape that formed a varied color pattern of fields, meadows and forests to the horizon. Before we made our way there, I unceremoniously unzipped the back of her evening dress and instructed her to let it fall to the ground. She did so without hesitation and I had a wonderful view of the stimulating play of movements on her rippled backside as she walked up the stairs in front of me. The sight of a woman who has recently been chastised and still bears the marks of her rebuke on her body is an arousing moment for any connoisseur that can’t be compared to anything else.
I instructed her to get ready and she disappeared into the bathroom to shower and present me with a fragrant and squeaky clean body. I hate it when a woman’s pussy emits even a hint of pee and I expect her anus to be so odorlessly clean that I could stick my finger in without disgust. She knew this and took plenty of time to fulfill my wishes.
I had a small flogger ready, because of course her chastisement before dinner had only been a foretaste of the experience she was to have today. She was unsteady as she came out of the bathroom and approached the bed where I was sitting waiting for her. She sat down on the edge of the bed and let her upper body fall backwards. She had no way of knowing that she was doing exactly what I had expected, but she was about to find out.
At first, I enjoyed the sight of her. I gently stroked her breasts and touched her hard nipples, which immediately stood up and revealed her horniness. I slid my hands over the soft curve of her belly and gently kneaded her vulva, instinctively causing her to willingly open her thighs to give my fingers unhindered access to her pussy. I found what I had suspected confirmed and was met with the warm wetness of a young woman ready for anything. I made her bend her legs and reveal herself to me in all her glory. Then I lowered my lips to the wrinkled, wet world that presented itself to me and began to lick it according to all the rules of the art.
She began to breathe heavily and make soft sounds of pleasure as my tongue made its way around her. I worked her clitoris and the inside of the ridges that formed her two outer labia. I drove her slowly but surely to the point where she was on the verge of screaming out her orgasm as she had always done.
Then I interrupted what I was doing. I sensed her frustration and disappointment, heard her whimper slightly and picked up the whip. The first stroke was more of a caress to prepare her for a punishment she had probably never experienced before. She still found the whole thing stimulating and prepared herself to resume the interrupted orgasm. But I increased the intensity from stroke to stroke until she could no longer perceive it as pleasure and found it more and more painful. At some point she tried to avoid me and close her legs. But I reached under the back of her knees and bent her lower body so far back that she presented me with everything that made up her femininity and was defencelessly at the mercy of my blows. I wanted to hurt her and take possession of her pussy, which would henceforth be one of the body parts designated for her punishment. I ignored her cries of pain and struck her with vigorous severity until the welts of my leather belt were barely visible on her buttocks because her entire lower body was bathed in a uniform red.
When I felt that she could take no more, I let go of her. I spread her legs again and continued my work with my tongue until her pain-filled twitching had subsided and she was gradually overwhelmed by pleasure again. I continued until she went into spasmodic convulsions and reacted with her whole body to one of the most intense orgasms I had ever seen her have.
When the right moment seemed to have come, I penetrated her and took her with my legs spread wide like a vulgar woman until she reached her second orgasm and I finally came too and poured myself into her, jerking violently.
I knew that I had given her an incomparable mixture of pain and pleasure, which probably represented a completely new dimension for her.