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    Straight Female / 37

    My name is Cara, still the other woman from post #34092, "the naughty Algebra teacher." For a quick recap, my guy is currently married, the three of us (Mike, his wife, and myself), all work at the same school. I've been sleeping with her husband for a year now, their marriage is pretty much done at this point so it's fair game. I'd been a real bitch toward his wife and was doing things to make their rocky relationship even worse. The comments really got my attention and I stopped that, you guys were right; it was stupid. One of the posts called it "mean girl crap" and that was 100% right.

    Last weekend, I decided to come clean with Mike, a whole month of agonizing over it when he told me his young daughter cut up her mommy's lingerie (that had been me). Sitting on my bed, hurting for my man and my soon-to-be stepdaughter, I confessed all of it. The worst one was getting them to fight so bad the cops were called while they were at work, resulting in her being sent home.

    He said nothing, and I was sure it was over right then and there. We have developed such a good thing, too. Tears were rolling down my cheeks, but I wouldn't make a sound. He wouldn't look at me for a long time, forever. He inhaled slowly and said, "you're going to have to be punished. We punished [my daughter] for messing up those clothes." I was shocked and thought he'd lost it. "What does that mean?"

    He said nothing and made me stand up, raising my arms. Oh God, I thought, he's going to hit me. I started to panic and sweat. I was genuinely scared. Instead, he jerked my yoga pants and underwear down, then roughly yanked my top off and my bra. I sobbed, heard fabric tear, my top was done and on the floor. I started to shake a little bit, he was so angry. My arms were getting tired and started to sag, he forced them back up. Then he took off his belt. My heart was pounding, he made the belt into a strap and cracked it, loudly echoing in the small bedroom. Then he was behind me and that strap slid across my bare ass. I thought I was going to hyperventilate right then and there. Still, silence from him. I really didn't know if he was going to hurt me or not; this was not sexy at all.

    The belt hit the floor, I jumped. He sat back down and forced me over his knee, another sound came out of me from real terror. His jeans were rough against my thighs and I could just about smell his crotch from where I was. Just before his hand made contact with my bare ass I figured out what was going on; he was going to spank me. And then it hit, hard, loud, and I could feel my ass shake. And another. Then another. Again. And again. I was crying loudly now, but not squirming or trying to get away. I really felt like I deserved it in that moment. And then he stopped. My ass was stinging so bad at that point. He lifted my chin. "Do you know what you did wrong?" I nodded, trying to fix my face and hair with my hands, wipe away the very real tears. I started to cry again and he brought me to his chest and held me. I was broken and cried for a solid ten minutes, my stinging ass calming down somewhat but hot to the touch for a half hour. I was ashamed of what I'd done, and most of all felt weird guilt for making him do that to me.

    Here I am, an adult woman, fairly liberal and educated, getting a spanking and sobbing like a child. It was Fifty Shades of Gray in real life, and I couldn't believe it had just happened to me. I was humiliated and ashamed and in shock.

    I was also more aroused than I have ever been in my life. I sucked his cock three times that day, and he fucked me twice that weekend, cumming inside me both times. It was wonderful, especially when his hands would find my ass, still hot to the touch and a little tender, a reminder that I was a bad girl and had to be corrected. My god, that sounds insane. I love this man.



    #34884 — Comments (2) — Apr 12, 2017 at 2:08 AM — That's Juicy! (17) Remove This.
  • 1
    I don't like you.
    4/12/17
  • 2
    Just behave yourself from here on in. Life is about growing up.
    4/13/17




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