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What About Stan - Final

... come. As weird as this all was, I was excited. My pussy was wet, and my nipples were hard.

A warm hand lay on my right ass cheek, slowly rubbing over my skin, then it was gone, then "Crack" it came down hard, spanking my ass. Then the same on the other cheek, a warm caress, then, "Crack" as his hand spanked me hard.

"Oh, shit, it hurts!" I yelped.

Then, repeatedly, Stan spanked me. Alternating cheeks. But the method changed from his hand to a paddle that stung much worse with each whack.

"One on each cheek for every hour you were fucking Keith and cheating on me, starting with the pool play!" Stan said.

"Oh God no, that is too much," Kate begged.

"So, Kate, how many hours was it? Let's see, I passed out about 9:30 pm, and you started playing with Keith about then, so let's say 10:00 pm, until he fucked you in the shower at 7:00 am. That is nine hours, baby. You cheated on me for nine fucking hours while I was out like a light."

The paddle was steadily spanking my ass over and over as Stan did his calculations until he stopped at nine whacks on each ass cheek, and I was sobbing.

Then there was silence. My ass was stinging, throbbing, and felt hot. I am sure it was beet read with a bright red handprint on each cheek, as the last two blows were by Stan's hands and extremely hard. He was taking his pound of flesh.

Now, I was worried about what was happening next. The night was long, and it was going to be interesting. The spanking hurt, but my pussy ...

... was very wet now, and my nipples hardened more as I squirmed and rubbed against the sheets.

I lay there panting, feeling my pussy pulsing, not quite cumming but right on the edge. Then there was nothing, silence again.

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To get things started, I spanked Kate hard with my hand, then a paddle, and finished with my hand. Her ass was cherry red when I finished with two big red handprints, one on each cheek. I had performed my one act of violence on Kate. It's the only one I would ever do. Now, it was Terrance's show. I left the room.

Terrance had been watching me from the door and gave me a thumbs up as I finished, mouthing, "Great Job." I passed him on the way out, hugging him. I knew I didn't want to hear what he would do to her. I didn't want to see it live, so I left the house.

I drove to a cybercafé on the other side of town near the college. I set up my laptop and ordered some wings and a beer. I pulled out my Kindle and read my book, resisting watching the live feed I could pull up from the security cameras I had installed.

They closed at 1:00 am, so I packed up and left for home. It was time to see Terrance live and in action. He should be about ready to start to fuck Kate, and I wanted to see that.

I parked on the street and walked in through the side garage door. I saw the low light coming from the bedroom and heard Kate moaning. It did not sound like pain.

I took off my shoes and quietly walked to the bedroom door barefoot. I ...