“Yes, baby. I’ll be in that chair, watching him make you scream.”
The corner of her mouth lifts as her hand unexpectedly takes a hold of my cock. I let out a grunt as my knees go weak. She tugs a long stroke of my dick, pulling me closer to her as she says, “Don’t touch yourself while you watch. I want you to hold out for me.”
With a growl, I cover her hand with mine. “My filthy girl. You’re getting an extra stroke for that.”
As Isabel and I pull away from each other, I look at Drake, who’s touching his lips as he stares at her, pinching the bottom one and rolling it in a way that makes me feel something I shouldn’t.
“What do you think? Is this a good plan for you?” I ask him.
Suddenly, his arm is around Isabel, tugging her closer as he buries his face in her neck. She lets out a yelp as his giant body engulfs her tiny one.
“Punish this dirty girl while you watch? It would be my pleasure.”
“You’ll need a safe word, Red,” I say, but she cuts me off before I have a chance to suggest one.
“Namaste.”
My head tilts to the side as Drake lets out a light chuckle.
“Okay, then.” By the time I sit in the chair across the room, Isabel is already climbing up onto the bench. With her belly and chest against the high part, she easily rests her knees and hands against the lower ledges, and Drake takes his time cuffing her wrists and ankles. There’s a look of eager anticipation on her face as she squirms with each lock of the cuffs.
I keep glancing back at the small dish on the dresser labeled Spanking Bench Keys, as if they’re going to magically float away and my wife will forever be stuck to this sex device.
She’s facing me on the bench, so I don’t get a good look at her backside, but this view is enough. Her head and ass are in prime locations for access and she has little to no mobility, something I’d say she’s enjoying by the salacious gleam in her eye.
“How does that feel, baby?” I ask from the chair.
“It feels good,” she replies, squirming against the bench, her voice going a little deeper and quieter than normal. She’s ready.
“How many?” Drake asks as if he already knows I call the shots.
“Let’s start with six on each side.”
I watch Isabel’s fists clench on either side of the bench as Drake readies himself. He massages her ass a little before rearing back and laying one back-handed smack with the paddle against her left cheek. She lets out a high-pitched hum as her eyes lift up to gaze at me.
Drake rubs the other cheek with the face of the paddle before rearing back and smacking again. She squeals again, squirming even more.
“That’s one, baby,” I say, my voice starting to strain with the need to touch myself.
Drake smacks her again on each side for number two, and her reactions stay the same, but I notice the new color in her cheeks and chest.
“I think she can take it a little harder,” I say, and he looks down at her and then at me as he strokes a soft hand down her spine.
“Does this dirty girl want it a little harder?” he asks.
She nods without hesitation. “Yes, please,” she whispers in a low, raspy tone.
When Drake lays into her for the next round, smacking her so hard I see a flash of fear in her eyes before she lets out a long, guttural cry, I find it painstakingly hard to keep my hand off my cock. It’s leaking at the tip, throbbing a little more, as he spanks her hard again for number three.
“That’s my girl.” I groan, gripping the arm of the chair.
“I think she wants it hard again,” Drake says, reaching all the way across her body to dig his fingers in her hair. She yelps as he pulls. “Don’t you?”
“Yes,” she cries out.
And he does, the sound of the paddle hitting her flesh making me wince. She cries louder this time, her legs starting to tremble with each hard smack. When he does the other side, my cock leaks a dot of cum from the tip, and I watch it slide down the head.
The next two rounds go by in a blur, and I can focus on nothing but her face, the expression of pain mixed with lust and need, a look of feral craving that I’ve never seen before. And just when he gets to six, I’m about to tell him to stop, that I can’t take anymore, but I realize he’s done when he tosses the paddle on the bed and massages her ass cheeks with his bare hands.
She flinches and yelps as he grabs her sore flesh in his tight grip, but I can tell by the look on her face when he runs his fingers along a spot she likes.
“She must have liked that. She’s practically dripping.”