A Shopping Affair – Part III

Sandra stood there, her breathing heavy and her heart pounding as Malcolm stepped closer and reached out with his hand. He flicked a lock of hair from her shoulder as he looked her straight in the eye. Once again he was emphasising her vulnerability and his dominance. “So Sandra, you have been a disobedient girl then?” He said as he sat back down on his chair in front of her. She opened her mouth to speak but could not find the words to say. “Care to expand on your disobedience then Sandra/” Still she couldn’t find the words to say. Malcolm reached forward with this cane. He tapped her very gently on her left thigh and then ran the cane down to the hem of her dress. “I can’t punish you properly until I know what a bad girl you have been Sandra,” he told her as he started to lift the cane. The cane was caught just under her hem and as it rose it began to take with it the side of her dress. Sandra felt a surge of wetness between her thighs. She had never felt such sexual excitement before. Slowly and purposely the left side of her dress rose until it reached her stocking top. For a few moments he just held it there taking in the erotic sight of black lacy stocking top against white thigh and then he withdrew the cane. Her dress fell back into place as he stood up. His bulge was prominent now. As he stepped forward and reached for the left wrist restraint she felt her knees wobble. “Not going to tell me then Sandra?” “It…It’s to do with sex on weekday mornings,” she started say as Malcolm almanbahis began to unfasten the restraint. “He wants it but I don’t.” Malcolm said nothing as he released her wrist and then attended to the other one. For a few moments she just stood there silent and curious as he unfastened her wrist. When his hand reached around her back and tugged at the zipper of her dress she suddenly realised what he was up to. Her knees wobbled again as her dress fell from her body to her feet. By the time she could compose herself his hand had reached around her back again and had unhooked her bra. It was on the floor before she could catch her breath. As he took her wrist again she looked him in the eye. There was a smile on his face: a smile of immense satisfaction; a smile of radiant lust; a smile of victory. She was restrained again and this time even more vulnerable than before. There were just her panties left now to cover her dignity and she knew that they would be gone pretty soon. She would soon be naked and exposed; exposed to his lusts. She lowered her head as he completed his restraining of her and saw his immense bulge. She knew where that would be ending up but as he reached for the cane again she wondered what other lusts he had in mind. “So you refuse your husband sex then Sandra?” He said as he drew her away from the side of the bed and led her to the bottom of it. “I just…” “You refuse your husband sex Sandra.” He interrupted with raised voice. “Your husband wants sex in the almanbahis yeni giriş morning and you refuse him. Not only that you probably tease him with your nakedness as well.” “I don’t mean too,” she replied. “I’m sorry.” Sandra realised that she was caught up in his game now. She was going to get punished for refusing her husband sex. “When a man requests sex from his wife she has no right to refuse him.” He told her. Sandra could feel the back of the bed against her legs. “I’m sorry,” she told him. “I have to make sure it won’t happen again,” he told her as rested a hand on her waist. “It won’t. I promise,” His hand slipped inside the side of her panties and began to push downwards. Sandra gasped. He was taking them down. He was baring her bottom now; taking down her panties and exposing her bottom and she was helpless to stop him. He laid the cane on the edge of the bed and squatted to grip the other side of her panties. There was nothing she could do to stop them being removed. Nothing to stop him pulling them over her knees and down to her ankles. There was nothing to stop him making her lift each foot in turn so that he could remove them completely. As he stood up he looked her in the eye. His eyes burned with lust as he clenched her panties in his fist. She glanced at them. Her last shred of modesty was scrunched up in his hand; damp and moist and fragrant with her sex, her dignity lay in shreds. Her eyes were still fixed on them as his hand moved towards her almanbahis giriş face. He smiled again as he brushed them against her lips. She could smell her own sex now. “Open wide,” he told her. It was sheer depravity but she could not stop herself from obeying. He lips parted and her mouth opened; gently but firmly he pushed them inside. She was gagged now. She could feel her knees weakening as she began to realise that her gagging meant that her cries would be stifled. Sandra could expect pain. She trembled as he stepped back. She watched as he undressed himself; stripping himself for her. His manhood was huge. His biceps and thigh muscles rippled and as he picked up the cane again she gave out a stifled cry at his menacing stature. Stepping forward he gently but firmly gripped her shoulder and began to turn her around. “I am going to be merciful,” he told her. “I was intending six strokes of the cane but I will let you off with two.” He added as he spun her right around. She felt his manhood prod her thigh as he pushed her face down on the bed. She knew that after the caning he would be fucking her. Steve had spanked her in the past. Pulled her over his knee and lifted her skirt back as he held her legs tightly and securely between his thighs. He had given her a few slaps on her bottom with her panties on to cushion the blows before pulling them down. She had felt his bare hand against her bare bottom. His slaps had been heavy and hard. They had made her yelp and brought tears to eyes but as Malcolm knelt on the bed beside her and held her down with his hand in the middle of her back she knew that what Steve had done would be nothing in comparison to what she was about receive. For a few moments he just held her there.