Storyline by Mistress Eleise
Featuring Steve Bickerstaff as Marcus Wesley Jones, Rachel Lloyd as Debbie Wesley Jones, John Rundell as Mr. Foxton and Monica as the secretary.
Marcus arrived home from work accompanied by his boss, Mr. Foxton, and his elegant young secretary, Monica. Instead of the promised dinner, they found his wife Debbie lounging on the sofa completely unprepared.
Marcus’s temper flared. “Debbie, where the hell is dinner?”
Debbie replied sharply, ‘In the supermarket!”
Before Debbie could say anymore, Monica leaned forward with a wicked gleam in her eye.
“Oh, Mr. Jones,” she purred, “if my husband ever spoke to me like that in front of guests, I’d expect a damn good spanking. Why don’t you give your wife the punishment she so clearly deserves? I’d love to watch.”
Debbie’s face turned scarlet. “Marcus, no… not in front of them!”
But Marcus had reached breaking point. He grabbed his wife, dragged her across his lap, and roughly flipped up her robe, yanking her tiny lace thong down to her knees and fully exposing her bare bottom.
He started with a firm hand spanking, his palm cracking down mercilessly. Debbie gasped and squirmed as her soft cheeks bounced violently, rapidly turning a deep, burning pink.
Monica watched with hungry eyes. “Harder,” she breathed. “Make her bottom glow.”
Marcus then picked up the thick leather strap. He doubled it and began laying it on with savagery.
The first stroke landed with a deafening CRACK, the heavy leather wrapping around Debbie’s cheeks and biting viciously into the far side. She screamed, her body jerking forward. Marcus didn’t pause. He delivered stroke after punishing stroke, each one harder than the last. The strap rose and fell relentlessly, painting broad, angry red stripes across her bottom and upper thighs. Debbie howled and kicked her legs frantically, her bottom bouncing and jiggling under the onslaught.
Monica leaned forward, breathing heavily, her cheeks flushed with arousal. “Yes… fuck, look at those marks. Strap her harder. I want to see her cry.”
Marcus continued the merciless strapping for a full thirty strokes. Debbie’s bottom was now a deep, bruised crimson, covered in thick, overlapping welts. She was sobbing openly, her voice hoarse from crying out. Still, Marcus showed no mercy, focusing especially on the tender under curve and sit-spots, making sure she would feel every single stroke for days.
Finally, he set the strap aside and ordered Debbie to bend over the arm of the sofa, her ravaged bottom thrust out obscenely.
“Monica, would you like to see a proper caning?” he asked.
Monica’s eyes were dark with lust. “Please… cane her hard. I want to see her break.”
Marcus picked up the long, whippy rattan cane.
“Eighteen strokes,” he announced coldly. “Count them all.”
The first stroke sliced through the air and landed with a vicious CRACK, cutting a vivid red line across Debbie’s already blazing cheeks. She screamed, rising sharply onto her toes. Marcus gave her no time to recover. Stroke after searing stroke followed in rapid succession — hard, accurate, and merciless. The cane left deep, raised welts that criss-crossed her swollen bottom.
By the eighth stroke, Debbie was sobbing uncontrollably, her legs shaking violently. “Eight… oh God… eight!” she wailed.
Monica watched with undisguised pleasure, her hand now openly pressing between her thighs. “Beautiful,” she moaned softly. “Look at those welts rising… cane her harder. Make her scream for us.”
Marcus increased the severity. He delivered the next six strokes with full effort, targeting the lower curves and sit-spots. Each impact drew fresh howls from Debbie as the cane bit deeper, splitting the skin in places and leaving angry purple lines. Her bottom was now a ravaged, swollen mess of criss-crossed welts and dark bruising.
For the final four strokes, Marcus took his time, letting the cane hover for a second before bringing it down with devastating power. Debbie’s screams filled the room as the cane landed with surgical precision, adding fresh, searing lines across her already destroyed bottom.
By the eighteenth stroke, Debbie was a broken, sobbing wreck. Her once-soft bottom was a horrific landscape of thick, overlapping welts, deep bruising, and small splits in the skin. It was massively swollen, glowing an angry purple-red, and throbbing with unbearable pain.
Monica let out a long, satisfied sigh, her face flushed with arousal.
Marcus gave his wife’s ruined bottom one last, firm slap.
“Let that be a lesson, Debbie. Next time we have guests, dinner had better be ready… or Monica might ask to join in for round two.”
Previously in the videos Vicki’s Dirty Drawings and Part Two ‘Spanked And Caned Bare’
Featuring: Rachel Lloyd as Debbie Wesley Jones and Therese as the bratty Vicki
Debbie receives a phone call from the school headmistress informing her that Vicki has been swearing, misbehaving, and drawing pornographic drawings in art class. Shocked, she asks to see the offending drawings and is horrified by them—they are disgraceful! “Spare the rod and spoil the brat” is Debbie’s motto, so she gives Vicki a hard spanking and strapping over her tight jeans, then fetches a crook-handled cane for a severe bare-bottom caning and OTK spanking.
Video Information:
The video “A Wife’s Embarrassing Lesson” (2002) is a short erotic corporal punishment film written, directed and produced by Cliff James.