Bad Boy Needs A Spanking

I’m looking at some of the hottest photos I’ve ever taken and my pussy is tingling with the memories they’re bringing back.

Here’s one of my fun-loving friend Jennifer and her strong, dreamy lover Aron slapping her neglectful husband Darren’s bare tail.

In this other one, poor Darren is naked on his hands and knees. Aron sits proudly and assertively astride his bare back. Jen is sucking Aron’s enormous hard cock and playfully bouncing his balls. With her free hand, she’s tickling her hubby’s ass and teasing him about the pleasure she’s giving her lover.

And here’s another one: Aron is leading naughty Darren on a leash like a dog – making him “heel” as Jen and I laugh and shiver with excitement. I took it from the back so you can see both men’s sexy bare asses – Darren is crawling; Aron is walking him, making him bark! Wow! You can almost drink in the testosterone.

But alas, I’m getting ahead of myself.

It all started about noon last Saturday, My husband Andy was out of town on business and I was alone, feeling bored and sex-starved when my phone rang.

It was my best friend and next-door neighbor Jennifer. She’s one of the few women I can honestly say is as wild as I am. The two of us are sensuous, dominant wives. Our husbands are our total sex slaves and we make them cater to our every whim. We’ve had lots of fun over the two years we’ve known each other, spanking our husbands together and making them entertain us. Sometimes we make them wrestle each other nude, or we make them lie side by side and jack their big pricks while we watch and cheer and make bets on which one of them is going to shoot first. Sometimes we sit on their faces and just talk our girl talk for hours as they pleasure us with their lips and tongues.

We’re allowed to have lovers – and believe me we do – but our boys have to give all their time, devotion and attention to us.

But again, I digress.

So anyway, last Saturday, Jennifer calls me up, bubbling over with excitement and says, “What are you doing right now?” I told her I was lying here going out of my mind with boredom and sexual frustration.

“I have just the cure for you,” she says, giggling. “Come on over. And bring your camera. Aron is coming over!” Before I could ask her to elaborate, she hung up.

Believe me, I didn’t hesitate. Aron is one of Jen’s lovers, the most unbelievable, dreamboat stud you’ve ever seen. I’ve always been a little jealous of her because he really turns me on. He’s the definitive Alpha Male – big, strong, rugged and, from what she’d told me, hung like a horse. I’d been dying to get a look at that huge cock of his. He’s fucked Jennifer many times and she says he’s one of the few men she can’t control or dominate. He’s so macho and so strong he can make her do anything and she’s powerless to resist. Luckily he likes her wild spirit and gets a kick out of watching her dominate Darren.

So as I say, I didn’t hesitate. I pulled on my sexiest bikini hoping it would turn Aron on and grabbed my digital camera.

I found Jen in her high-fenced, secluded backyard, also in a brief bikini, lounging in a lawn chair, sipping a lemonade.

I should tell you at this point that both Jennifer and I are beautiful – it’s how we keep control of our husbands. They are just putty in our hands, victims of our beauty. She’s a blonde; I’m a brunette. Both of us are tanned and gorgeous.

Darren was mowing the lawn, clad only in his tight white jockey shorts. And believe me, he’s a looker. He’s slim and handsome with an athletic build – but not bulked-up and powerful like a football player, more like a swimmer or a tennis player (tight and firm without being imposing). And as he pushed the mower around, I was enjoying the outline of the sizable “package” in the front of those undies. That part of him IS big.

I sat down in the chair beside Jennifer and she made Darren bring me a lemonade.

When he went back to his mowing, I asked her what was going on.

She smiled mischievously and whispered: “Darren has been really naughty lately and needs some extra punishment.”

“What did he do?” I asked her, intrigued and excited at the prospect of watching the action.

“The other night, I sat on his face and told him to give my ass and pussy a three-hour kissing and licking while I browsed through Playgirl Magazine,” she told me. “But after just two and a half hours, he told me his tongue was too tired to continue.”

“Wow!” I said, “I certainly hope you gave him a good paddling for that.”

“Oh yes,” she said, “I made him lean over the sofa and gave his cute bare bottom a good long workout with my hairbrush. Then I greased up the brush handle and stuck it up his ass and made him stay like that while I sat reading for an hour. Every so often, I’d reach over and wiggle the brush just for fun. So he got punished for that. But then, just last night, he did the unthinkable.”

“What’s that?” I asked.

“He was fucking me and actually came before I did!”

“Why that’s an outrage!” I said.

“Right. So I called Aron and told him about it. He told me that any man who could be so selfish needs an extra jolt of discipline and that he’s just the guy to administer it for me. I felt a little tingle in my pussy when he said that. I asked him what he had in mind but he just asked me if I still had the tire swing in the yard. I told him yes and he said, ‘See you tomorrow.’ He told me to make sure Darren was wearing his dog collar. I wonder what he has in mind.”

I looked at the big oak tree in the middle of the yard. On one of the strongest branches, there’s a big truck tire hanging from a rope. The bottom of the tire sits high — about five feet from the ground.

“I wonder why he wanted to know about that.” I said. But in my mind I was already forming an idea.

“I guess we’ll see. But whatever happens, I think it will be fun to give him an added dose of humiliation by having a series of snapshots to commemorate the occasion.”

“Oooh, you’re such a wicked gal,” I said, laughing.

“And if the pix are good – which I know they will be – we will make sure you get a special reward.”

“Ahh,” I said. I didn’t know what she was planning but knowing her I knew it would be incredible fun. (And it turned out that’s an understatement.)

About an hour went by. Jennifer and I sipped our lemonade and talked about our favorite subject: Men and sex and how good it was to be sexually cared for.

About one fifteen, the backyard gate swung open and Aron sauntered in. He was dressed in tight black swim trunks – not “Speedo” brief, but snug-fitting. He wore an open leather vest, also black, and his enormous chest, arms and shoulders were glistening with sweat in the heat of the day.

And below his flat tight stomach, was the largest bulge you can imagine. He looked like a Roman warrior — muscles like steel. He might have been too masculine and threatening-looking to be attractive were it not for his sparkling blue eyes and playful smile. It was clear why Jennifer was so crazy about him. He could melt any woman’s heart.

But on the other hand, I wouldn’t want to be any man who crossed him. He looked as though he could dominate anyone – man or woman – and bend them to his will. He smiled at Jen and me and strode over to us.

Curled loosely around his right hand, he carried what looked like a dog leash.

Darren stopped his mowing and looked over, frowning. It was pretty clear he wasn’t happy to see Aron. Jennifer told me that she often has Darren “get her ready” for her dates with Aron – making him lick her pussy to get her lubed. She tells him, “Get me good and juicy. I want Aron’s big dick to slide in nice and easy.”

She also makes him caress her tits before Aron comes to pick her up. “Aron loves to see my nipples stand up pert and hard for him,” she tells Darren. “I’m going bra-less tonight, so lick and kiss them good. I want them to look great against the front of my tank top!”

So obviously, Darren wasn’t exactly glad to see this Adonis in his yard. But if he thought he’d felt humiliation at this man’s hands before, he had no idea how much worse it was going to be today.

“Cassie is going to chronicle the day’s events with her camera,” Jen told Aron.

Aron laughed and touched my face. “Perfect!” he said, and I felt a shiver run through my body. Then he fearlessly knelt and kissed Jen’s bare thighs. She sighed and I could see the gooseflesh spread all down both her legs.

“Mmmm!” she said, “That feels divine.”

Darren had stopped his mowing now and his face was red with jealousy and frustration. Aron winked at me and then turned to Darren. “What are you looking at?” he asked.

Darren’s face tightened but he didn’t say anything.

“Come over here,” he commanded. And, hesitantly, Darren approached us standing at the foot of Jennifer’s chair.

It was only then that I noticed that Jen, as per Aron’s instructions, had indeed put a leather dog collar around his neck.

“Your wife has some beautiful legs, man.” Aron told Darren boldly, and ran his tongue up along the inside of Jen’s thigh, from just above her right knee to the bottom of her bikini. Again the goose bumps were visible. And again she moaned with pleasure, “Ahhh!” she said. “That drives me crazy.”

I know she said it in part to taunt Darren, but I have a sneaky suspicion she would have moaned like that anyway. I certainly know I would if a stud like that were tonguing my leg.

Aron looked up and smiled at Darren. “So Jen tells me you were a little selfish with her the other night. Is that right?”

Darren was really looking uncomfortable. But he was smart enough to know not to give this strong stud any sass. “I don’t know what you mean,” he said.

Aron stood up and walked right up to him, towering over him. “I hear you came before Jen the other night,” he said, “and I think you need to learn not to do that.”

And suddenly, he grabbed Darren and the two of them began to wrestle and struggle.

Now this is just a theory, but I think Aron was deliberately taking his time in getting Darren on the ground. He is so much stronger and more powerful, I know he could have managed to get him down in seconds. But I think he was sort of showing off, letting Jen and I watch the “fight” go on a little, knowing it would turn us on.

And indeed, it was very hot to watch these male “animals” struggle with each other. Both Jennifer and I have always loved to watch men wrestle. We watched, turned on and fascinated as they strained their muscles against each other.

Finally, Aron took him down, put him on his back and sat straddling his chest on the grass. He pinned his arms with his knees and gave his face a couple wake-me-up slaps – stinging but not too hard – and told him. “You are going to be my doggy today.”

Jennifer laughed her devilish laugh and Darren blushed with shame at letting his wife see him so thoroughly dominated. Aron hooked the leash onto Darren’s collar and said. “Now I want you to get on your hands and knees and crawl along beside me.”

I laughed involuntarily at Aron’s boldness. I was really coming to life with anticipation. I grabbed my camera.

One thing I can say about Aron: He sure knows how to get the most humiliation and embarrassment out of the simplest situation. When Darren, was on all fours, Aron hooked his hands in the waistband of Darren’s briefs and yanked them down to just above his knees, baring that gorgeous ass for Jennifer’s and my viewing pleasure.

Then he said: “Bark puppy!” and Darren, red in the face, said “Arf arf.” Jennifer, Aron and I laughed like crazy.

“Good doggy,” Aron teased. “Now heel.” and he led his “dog” toward the tire swing.

I grabbed my camera, overwhelmed with excitement by the sight of those gorgeous, strong male asses from behind. When Aron noticed me taking the pix, he looked over his shoulder and flashed his sexy smile. Then he teasingly pulled the back of his own trunks down, exposing those strong, gladiator buns.

So there I was, shaking so much I could hardly focus the camera, snapping shots of those powerful males – their briefs down and bottoms bare — moving tauntingly away from me. Poor Darren, with his undies down to just over his knees, was having trouble crawling fast enough to keep up with his “master.”

But instead of having pity on him, Aron kept smacking his bottom with the end of the leash, saying “Stay with me, Puppy.”

Jen and I laughed shaDarrenessly, still sitting in our lawn chairs. “I just can’t explain what it is that makes me so hot watching my husband taken in hand like this, but my pussy is wringing wet,” Jen said.

“Mine too,” I said. “I think there’s something primal and erotic about it. In every species, males have always compete for females. I think there’s something in our biology that gets us turned on by the sight of one male dominating another.”

Jen unexpectedly leaned over and gave me a gentle, playful kiss right on my mouth. “You’re so serious!” she said. And we both laughed. But there was something about the feel of her kiss that heightened my sense of arousal.

We watched as Aron led his doggy to the tire swing. He stopped and positioned Darren, still on all fours, just under the tire and waved Jennifer and me over.

We got up and hurried over to watch the action.

“Okay,” Aron told Darren, “I want you to sit up and beg to be put in the swing.” He made Darren rise up on his knees, still with his underpants down below his thighs, and put his hands up, wrists bent like paws in front of his chest, tongue out, panting. His face was red with embarrassment, but oddly, maybe because he knew Jen and I were watching, his big dick was standing up straight and hard. The sight of it was wildly exciting to me. I snapped several pictures of him with his tongue AND his cock sticking out.

Then, Aron picked him up bodily and laid him on his stomach in the tire. It was quite a sight, believe me. Darren’s cock was inside the tire His feet and face down and his creamy white ass up and vulnerable. His underpants slipped down to just below his knees. A more helpless man you have never seen.

Aron smiled at me. His swim suit was pulled back up over his ass by this time, I had still not seen his cock. But there was no disguising that he was aroused, and that Jen hadn’t exaggerated about the size of his dick. The imprint of that more-than-ample thing was pressed hard against the crotch of those trunks. I could hardly wait to see it.

“I want you to take some before-and-after photos of his ass,” Aron told me. “It’s nice and pale white now. But it’s not going to stay that way for long. I think it will be nice to record the results of our efforts.”

I snapped pix as Aron and Jennifer posed on either side of their captive slave, beaming happily into the camera. Aron spun the tire around so Darren’s ass was pointing directly at me and he and Jen each placed a hand on one of his upper legs, just under his ass cheeks. Cruelly and teasingly, Jennifer tickled his asshole with her finger, as if she were going to suddenly ream him. She playfully bounced his balls and cooed “Poor baby.” Then laughed.

Aron spoke to Darren: “Okay,” he said. “Since you were such a bad and selfish boy, Jen and I are going to redden your fanny to make sure you never again cum before she does.” And with that, he gave Darren’s ass a hard slap with the palm of his hand. The sound of it reverberated all through the yard.

I jumped, startled at the resounding smack, then giggled in spite of myself as Darren yelped. I took a close-up shot of Darren’s ass and there was Aron’s bright red handprint clearly embedded on the creamy white flesh.

Aron pulled the swing out a few feet and had Jen stand facing him about eight feet away.

Then he gave Darren another hearty spank and shoved him over to Jen. He put a spin on the tire so that when it got to her, Darren’s tight sexy tail was pointing right at her. Laughing, she gave Darren a smack and pushed him back to Aron.

I know it’s mean of me to say so, but it was really hot to watch – hot AND funny. Aron and Jennifer sort of made a contest out of it, trying to see who could spank the hardest. But it was really no contest.

When Jen gave Darren her spank, Darren squealed a little at the sting of it. But when Aron smacked him he really bellowed. His legs kicked like crazy and he begged them to let him out.

But Aron didn’t take any pity on him. They kept the swinging spanking going for hours, long into the afternoon, pushing Darren back and forth between them and taking turns slapping his ass. Sometimes they were laughing so hard they could barely give him a good swat. But other times, they really landed some hard smacks.

Finally, Jennifer said, “My hand is starting to sting.” I could see Darren breathe a sigh of relief, thinking the spanking was over. But no such luck.

“Yeah, me too,” Aron said. “Let’s go get some switches.”

And, leaving Darren dangling in the swing, the two of them started walking around the yard inspecting the other trees for small branches that would work as switches.

I don’t know what possessed me, but I set the camera down and followed Jen to the tree where she was selecting her switch. When she turned to face me I brushed her long blond hair away from her face and told her: “I am so turned on! I’ve never seen anything so erotic in my life.”

She smiled at me. “Oh my God yes! It’s so much fun. I hope you’re getting some good hot pix.”

I touched her face again and said: “And you look so beautiful in your take-charge mood. I-I just…”

And all of a sudden, I was kissing her, holding her body against mine. And to my relief and delight, she kissed me back with real passion.

She put her hand on my right breast and rubbed the nipple teasingly as her lips grazed my ear. “I have to admit,” she whispered, “that even as I was spanking Darren and delighting in watching the masterful job Aron was doing on him, I was also very aware that you were watching and it was turning me on.”

“You’re so beautiful!” I kept saying, and all at once I was aware that the fingers of my right hand had found their way down into the waistband of her bikini bottoms and I was stroking her soaking wet cunt.

I don’t know how long we stayed like that: Kissing and sighing and rubbing each other. But at one point I heard a click and realized that Aron had found my camera and was taking photos of us. We must have been a sight. My bikini bra was down to just above my belly button, tits exposed as Jennifer ran her hand from one to the other, encircling the nipples – first lightly; then firmly — with her fingers. Her bikini bottoms were down below her heavenly ass, her legs were spread as I pressed my hand against her clit, occasionally letting my middle finger slide in and out of her hot, sopping pussy.

Aron was grinning broad and happy. “Man this is really entertaining,” he said. He watched us for awhile and had us pose in various erotic positions. At one point, Jen bent down and took my left breast into her mouth and ran her tongue tauntingly around the nipple. In one photo, I’m holding her against me with her back to me. My left hand is cupping and stroking her right breast. My right hand is still down stroking and finger-fucking her lubed-up snatch. Both our eyes are closed and we’re clearly in another world.

At last, it was time to get back to Darren. I resumed the camera work and Aron and Jen got back to the spanking – this time using switches instead of their hands.

Darren’s ass was fire-engine red by this time but still Aron was not ready to show him any mercy. Jen and I would both laugh as Aron made him kick his legs frantically with every swat.

When Aron pushed the swing over to Jen, she held her switch high over her head and brought it down on Darren’s ass with terrific force, making him cry out.

Finally as the sun was going down, Aron stopped the swing and said, “Well, I guess he’s had enough.” And he again pointed Darren’s poor bottom in my direction.

Jen touched it and pulled her hand away, laughing, as if she had accidentally touched a hot stove. “Wow,” she said, “It’s so hot it burns me.” We all laughed at that one – all except Darren that is.

Aron made Darren promise to always wait until Jennifer cums before cumming himself. And to never let down and quit when she wants him to give her head.

He had me take some “after” shots with Aron and Jen in the same poses as before. And indeed, the contrast was black and white (well, I guess I mean RED and white).

Then Aron lifted Darren out and made him get back down on his hands and knees. As if to add to his humiliation, Jennifer clasped her hands together and put them to the side of her head like a rescued damsel and told Aron: “My hero! What a gallant knight you are. How can I show you my appreciation?”

“Well,” Aron said, “How about giving me a little head?”

My heart leapt at hearing him say it. I was finally going to get a look at this humongous prick I’d been hearing so much about.

And I wasn’t disappointed, believe me. Aron made Darren get up on his knees and kneel beside him. He stood facing Jen and me and told Darren: “Your wife wants to suck my huge cock. I think it would be a nice gesture if you took it out for me.”

“What??!” Darren said.

“You heard me,” Aron told him. “I want you to take my trunks down and expose it for her. Why should I have to go through the effort of taking my own pants down when I have a slave boy to do it for me. Now unwrap my dick for her right now or you’re going back in the tire swing.”

Poor Darren was as red-faced and humiliated as he’d been all day (and THAT’S saying something). But he reached up and slowly pulled Aron’s swimsuit down freeing the hardest, longest, thickest cock I have even seen. I actually thought I might faint at the size of it. It stood up like a gargantuan baseball bat and his great balls hung majestically down. Making Darren continue to slide his trunks down all the way to his feet, Aron stepped out of them and gave that gigantic thing a few slow strokes.

I could barely operate the camera. My tongue was hanging out in amazement. Jennifer laughed and clapped her hands. “Is he a bull or what?” she asked me.

I couldn’t even talk. All I could do was stare in wonder at it.

Aron made Darren get back down on all fours and he sat casually on his back, straddling him backwards so that his balls rested on the small of Darren’s back, just inches from that poor red ass. Then, he gestured Jennifer to come over and she didn’t lose any time.

She hurriedly dropped to her knees and, resting her hands on Darren’s glowing bottom, she took that huge thing in her mouth and started sucking for all she was worth. I actually felt a moment of sympathy for Darren. Here he was freshly conquered and spanked. Now he had to listen to the enthusiastic sounds of his wife sucking his conqueror’s enormous penis.

All the while Aron was teasing him, saying. “Oh man she is really getting after my big dick. She can really suck cock. I bet she never gets after yours like this.”

As she worked on him, she teasingly let the fingers of her left hand, tickle Darren’s asshole. Such humiliation!

But I had little time to sympathize with Darren because the sight of Jen sucking and jacking that great huge thing was giving me the shivers.

Finally, Aron grabbed Jen’s hair and roughly, but not too roughly pushed her back on her back on the grass.

He admonished Darren: “You just stay right here on your hands and knees and watch how a real woman should be fucked. This is how a real man does it.”

He ordered me sit on Darren’s back and take pictures.

Then, after giving Jennifer’s dripping pussy a minute or two of kissing and licking. He mounted up. He knelt between her legs and shoved that massive, rock hard tool into her and I swear people in the next county could hear her moan. I sat on Darren’s back with the camera, shaking with passion and watched him work on her.

He started with long, slow, smooth, strokes, coming almost all the way out of her (just the tip staying inside), then sliiiiiding coolly back in. Gradually, he increased the speed, thrusting that magnificent ass hard and fast, pumping in and out filling her ALL the way up. Riding her like a cowboy rides a bronc. Jennifer was going out of her mind, making the funniest sounds. It sounded like “Unnng Unnnng Ahhhh!”

I know Darren had never heard her go so wild. And to add to his shame, I know he could feel the wetness of my pussy on his back, knowing I was aroused just from watching. (I had long ago slid out of my bikini.)

For some reason, I felt wicked and devilish. I kept teasing him, saying things like: “Oh man, your wife is getting the fucking of her life isn’t she? He’s burying that immense cock of his in her all the way up to the hilt. How does it feel to watch her getting plowed by a real man?” Or “Be glad it’s her cunt he’s riding and not your ass. He could do you if he wanted to.”

Finally Jen started cumming and as soon as he heard her screams of ecstasy, Aron started cumming too. It seemed to go on for ten minutes.

Finally he collapsed with exhaustion on her. But not before I got some excellent shots of that powerful ass thrusting in and out of her.

When the sun was down we all went inside Darren and Jennifer’s house. Aron kissed Jen and asked if there was anything else he could do.

“Well,” Jen said, “I think Cassie deserves a reward for her hard work, don’t you?”

“Yes,” Aron said.

And I will never forget that “reward” as long as I live.

The four of us went into the bedroom. Aron laid me down, nude on my back on the king-size bed with my legs over the side and ordered Darren to kneel with his face between my legs.

He made him lick and kiss my pussy (and believe me, he gives incredible head). Every so often, I would pull my knees up to my chest and make him kiss and tickle my asshole with the tip of his tongue. It sent thrilling waves all over me.

Meanwhile Aron and Jen lay, one on either side of me, and took turns, trading off, kissing my mouth and tonguing my tits.
 
They kept me cumming for hours.


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