3 A Dairy conversion Part 2 - Sex Stories

3 A Dairy conversion Part 2

... on so I suddenly stood and ordered Ann to “go open the dungeon and assume a position.” She shot me a searing glance then stood and to our new friends surprise answered “yes sir” and scuttled away. We finished our drinks then sauntered to the dairy, where we found a naked Anne d****d face down over the table, leather wristlets on ankles and wrists. His eyes stood out like organ stops and his dick like a clothes prop pushed his trousers out from his body. I ignored that and threw him some cord telling him to secure her arms, as I saw to her legs. She was soon secure so we stripped off our clothes. I showed him our toys then took a seat on the sofa saying I was here to keep things from getting out of hand but that she was all his to do whatever he fancied to her for having teased him all afternoon. He became like a k**die in a sweet shop, amazed at what I had just offered him. I motioned him to get on with the job, his jaw dropped and he stuttered, “Anything?” I answered “within reason yes!” obviously over awed at the prospect of using this lovely lady in any way his mind fantasised, especially in the presence of her husband he hesitated. I sat the lad down, telling him he had my blessing to use any of our numerous toys on my wife`s body, that she positively wanted to be hurt and that there would be no comeback from any of his actions. He asked if she could confirm that, to which Ann gently whispered that it was her fantasy too and that she wanted to be used in any way he felt ...

... fit, and that I would not let things get out of control. Reassured he gentle kissed her, then ran his hands over her back from the neck downwards, his hands sliding over her backside like a man fondling some precious work of art, his voice cracking he quietly asked me if I would help him select the whip she least enjoyed. Ann and I exchanged glances, as I handed him the tawse knowing she dreaded that, telling him that he must not turn it stud side down unless I told him it was what she wanted. He nodded, then went to the head of the table, showed Ann the tawse and asked how many strokes she thought she deserved. I didn`t hear what she answered so quietly did she reply, without moving from his location at the head of the table he swung the first stroke, the sound of the leather on skin reverberated round the little chamber, and a small wimper came from my wife, alternately the blows fell rapidly on her buttocks, the colour changing from flesh, to pink, then to red, he paused, perhaps to check on her well being. He looked at me as he advanced his rigid member to my wife`s eager lips,. She began to suck like a baby at a teat, I told him to “carry on”. He looked surprised then took up the tawse and began to strike again, the sucking became more intense, and as the colour began to change to a shade of purple I had not seen before I stopped him, however to my surprise Ann, gasped “you bastard not now I am so near” I substituted the tawse for a crop and told them to carry on, with ...