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by FT

My Wife Karen First Spanking
A pool party taught my wife the pleasures and pains of spanking and humilation. I didn’t spank her myself, being too timid, but watched her melt there into a woman whimpering, stripped and well-whipped, at the hands of another.

The party was lively with lovely, professional people. Karen, my physician wife, is a lovely blonde, and we hosted her co-workers after completing a big project. For the party, she dressed particularly provocatively, in a skimpy bikini bottom, with a cut-off T-shirt, that clearly displayed her lovely tits and shapely bottom. When I asked her why, she said she tired of lab coats and wanted her co-workers to know she was a woman.

At the party, I sensed she was particularly interested in Allen, another physician. Allen was tall and muscular, a martial artist, and clearly an alpha male. Single, he frequently boasted of the women he had. He was publicly politically incorrect, claiming a woman’s place was at a man’s feet. He was very familiar and flirty with Karen, and she cooed at his touching her. But he was equally involved with other women. I was jealous, but felt impotent to stop it.

As the party progressed, Karen clung more and more to Allen. Nonchalantly, he soon commanded her to get both of them beers, and slapped her soundly on her ass to speed her along. She yelped, and scampered off to serve him. Returning, she handed him his beer, and started to drink her own. “No,” he commanded again,

“Give me your beer.” With a leer, he poured the beer on her tits and laughed loudly. My wife reddened, her nipples and breasts clearly visible through her now-soaked T-shirt. My cock was hard, as Allen dominated my wife. She bowed her head, but remained next to him, as if waiting for further humiliations.

“You clearly want me,” Allen noted. “But I want a little show first for me and my friends. Put on some music to strip by, and dance for me.” Incredibly, Karen did just that. Like a stripper at an X-rated club, she danced and pranced provocatively for Allen, while a dozen others looked on, mesmerized by the show. She swayed her hips, caressed her breasts, stroked her thighs, and finally knelt before Allen. Unbidden, she took off her beer-drenched shirt, displaying her breasts, and handed it to him in submission. “Please, please take me,” she whined. Allen only laughed. “You’re married,” he said, “and throwing yourself at a man like that deserves a sound spanking.”

Lifting her by the hair, he walked her over to the pool’s diving board, and threw her across it. Again unbidden, my wife pulled off her bikini bottom, and pressed her rump towards Allen. Her blonde pussy was wet and shiny, but he dismissed her gesture. With authority, he thrashed her lovely ass with his bare hand. One slap, another, then another. Karen sank into the diving board, her nude body rapidly losing control. “Oh, God, please fuck me, Allen! I’ll do anything you want! Take me home with you! Make me one of your bitches! Use me, but for God’s sakes, please give me your cock now!

Allen calmly ignored my wife’s lustful pleas. After twenty or so slaps, she was mindlessly humping the diving board, her reddened ass jiggling up and down. Her co-workers were both stunned and excited at the incredible scene. Allen stopped, and loudly asked my wife if she had ever been spanked and humiliated like this before. “No,” she whimpered. Mockingly, he took out a pen and wrote on my wife’s reddened ass–“Spanked by Allen.” She moaned in humiliation. He picked up her clothes, and tore them into pieces. “Stay naked the rest of the party,” he commanded, “and let everyone admire my work.”

He left with a gorgeous redhead. Karen laid on the diving board and cried. She had been humilated by Allen, and left unsatisfied. Other party-goers then walked up to Karen and slapped her around as well, groping her pussy and fondling her breasts. Several took out there cocks and pumped her pussy, ass and mouth full of sperm. She took all comers like a professional whore, with enthusiasm. After the party-going men were spent, everyone quietly left. When my wife finally got off the diving board, she came to me in tears, and asked if I would take her back. I slapped her hard across the face, turned her over, and fucked her pussy, looking at Allen’s signature as I pumped away. I was glad to have witnessed her first spanking.

Since then, my wife has had many more spankings, by me and others But none were quite so dramatic.

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