His Wife

By Aaron Majewski

Sarah had succeeded in tricking and forcing her husband into taking a mistress, in order to protect their public station.

The place: London, England.
The time: Seventeen fifty-nine.

He has indeed, taken his mistress. And he has, taken, his mistress. Now, she faces her husband's fitting response. Forced to bend over in the middle of his bed room and accept his harsh, yet just punishment of her person with the thickness of his belt.

Which ends with Sarah herself curled into his embrace, tears in her eyes as she laments that she can not do this more often.

This sister-piece to the author's previous work, The Mistress (adapted from the one-act play), His Wife - is a delight for the spanking enthusiast. It can be read as a stand alone story, or enjoyed together.
Do consider yourself warned however, this is an adult story with very descriptive spanking scenes.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Aaron Majewski
• Release date: Jun 28, 2011
• ISBN: 9781466100879

Aaron Majewski

Author, screenwriter and playwright

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His Wife

By Aaron Majewski

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The room exuded his masculine presence, which only heightened the sense of urgency and the need which filled her new master. Richard brought her to the center of his bedroom and she stood pliant under his hands.

With a deft touch he loosened the ties at her throat and pushed the simple dress from her shoulders, so that its torn cloth fell about her ankles. Beneath, her shift was torn only in a few places, thick and well made it was clean and fresh. It took him only a moment to slip this too from her shoulders, so it fluttered around her feet.

Her bared breasts were larger than his wife's, centered high on her chest they jutted forward, her nipples large and dark with her excitement and her uncertainty, the small aureola flushed red. She looked up at him with her big green eyes, trembling faintly and luminous with her excitation.

Richard leaned forward and cupped the back of her head, tilting it up for his mouth. Danielle lifted her face to his and parted her lips, shivering a little as he took her kiss in a genial theft, but in a way which made it plain he would brook no resistance to his will.

She smelled of plums and jasmine, one scent her shampoo, the other her soap. And beneath that was an underlying smell he could not describe, uniquely, unfamiliar her. He stepped back slightly, one hand reaching around to cup her proud arse, hart-shaped, high and tight.

Despite the filth which had been on her face and hair, the scrapes on her knuckles, the rest of her body appeared well taken care of. Extremely well formed. And in very good health. The skin over her ribs padded just enough to make it clear she had never been malnourished, the muscles of her body delinted and unwasted, so it was clear she had never been neglected as she grew.

She was very well formed, he thought approvingly.

Danielle smiled up at him, tremulously.

Relax, he breathed. A tickle of command.

She nodded, and slowly he knelt, drawing down the surprisingly expensive silk of her half-cut panties. Lowering them around her feet