Bad Boy Needs A Spanking


I'm looking at some of the hottest photos I've ever 
taken and my pussy is tingling with the memories they're 
bringing back. 

Here's one of my fun-loving friend Jennifer and her 
strong, dreamy lover Aron slapping her neglectful 
husband Darren's bare tail.

In this other one, poor Darren is naked on his hands and 
knees. Aron sits proudly and assertively astride his 
bare back. Jen is sucking Aron's enormous hard cock and 
playfully bouncing his balls. With her free hand, she's 
tickling her hubby's ass and teasing him about the 
pleasure she's giving her lover. 

And here's another one: Aron is leading naughty Darren on a 
leash like a dog – making him "heel" as Jen and I laugh 
and shiver with excitement. I took it from the back so 
you can see both men's sexy bare asses – Darren is 
crawling; Aron is walking him, making him bark! Wow! You 
can almost drink in the testosterone.

But alas, I'm getting ahead of myself.

It all started about noon last Saturday, My husband Andy 
was out of town on business and I was alone, feeling 
bored and sex-starved when my phone rang.

It was my best friend and next-door neighbor Jennifer. 
She's one of the few women I can honestly say is as wild 
as I am. The two of us are sensuous, dominant wives. Our 
husbands are our total sex slaves and we make them cater 
to our every whim. We've had lots of fun over the two 
years we've known each other, spanking our husbands 
together and making them entertain us. Sometimes we make 
them wrestle each other nude, or we make them lie side 
by side and jack their big pricks while we watch and 
cheer and make bets on which one of them is going to 
shoot first. Sometimes we sit on their faces and just 
talk our girl talk for hours as they pleasure us with 
their lips and tongues.

We're allowed to have lovers – and believe me we do – 
but our boys have to give all their time, devotion and 
attention to us. 

But again, I digress.

So anyway, last Saturday, Jennifer calls me up, bubbling 
over with excitement and says, "What are you doing right 
now?" I told her I was lying here going out of my mind 
with boredom and sexual frustration.

"I have just the cure for you," she says, giggling. 
"Come on over. And bring your camera. Aron is coming 
over!" Before I could ask her to elaborate, she hung up. 

Believe me, I didn't hesitate. Aron is one of Jen's 
lovers, the most unbelievable, dreamboat stud you've 
ever seen. I've always been a little jealous of her 
because he really turns me on. He's the definitive Alpha 
Male – big, strong, rugged and, from what she'd told me, 
hung like a horse. I'd been dying to get a look at that 
huge cock of his. He's fucked Jennifer many times and she 
says he's one of the few men she can't control or 
dominate. He's so macho and so strong he can make her do 
anything and she's powerless to resist. Luckily he likes 
her wild spirit and gets a kick out of watching her 
dominate Darren.

So as I say, I didn't hesitate. I pulled on my sexiest 
bikini hoping it would turn Aron on and grabbed my 
digital camera.

I found Jen in her high-fenced, secluded backyard, also 
in a brief bikini, lounging in a lawn chair, sipping a 
lemonade.

I should tell you at this point that both Jennifer and I 
are beautiful – it's how we keep control of our 
husbands. They are just putty in our hands, victims of 
our beauty. She's a blonde; I'm a brunette. Both of us 
are tanned and gorgeous.

Darren was mowing the lawn, clad only in his tight white 
jockey shorts. And believe me, he's a looker. He's slim 
and handsome with an athletic build – but not bulked-up 
and powerful like a football player, more like a swimmer 
or a tennis player (tight and firm without being 
imposing). And as he pushed the mower around, I was 
enjoying the outline of the sizable "package" in the 
front of those undies. That part of him IS big. 

I sat down in the chair beside Jennifer and she made Darren 
bring me a lemonade.

When he went back to his mowing, I asked her what was 
going on.

She smiled mischievously and whispered: "Darren has been 
really naughty lately and needs some extra punishment."

"What did he do?" I asked her, intrigued and excited at 
the prospect of watching the action.

"The other night, I sat on his face and told him to give 
my ass and pussy a three-hour kissing and licking while 
I browsed through Playgirl Magazine," she told me. "But 
after just two and a half hours, he told me his tongue 
was too tired to continue."

"Wow!" I said, "I certainly hope you gave him a good 
paddling for that."

"Oh yes," she said, "I made him lean over the sofa and 
gave his cute bare bottom a good long workout with my 
hairbrush. Then I greased up the brush handle and stuck 
it up his ass and made him stay like that while I sat 
reading for an hour. Every so often, I'd reach over and 
wiggle the brush just for fun. So he got punished for 
that. But then, just last night, he did the 
unthinkable."

"What's that?" I asked.

"He was fucking me and actually came before I did!"

"Why that's an outrage!" I said.

"Right. So I called Aron and told him about it. He told 
me that any man who could be so selfish needs an extra 
jolt of discipline and that he's just the guy to 
administer it for me. I felt a little tingle in my pussy 
when he said that. I asked him what he had in mind but 
he just asked me if I still had the tire swing in the 
yard. I told him yes and he said, 'See you tomorrow.' He 
told me to make sure Darren was wearing his dog collar. I 
wonder what he has in mind."

I looked at the big oak tree in the middle of the yard. 
On one of the strongest branches, there's a big truck 
tire hanging from a rope. The bottom of the tire sits 
high -- about five feet from the ground.

"I wonder why he wanted to know about that." I said. But 
in my mind I was already forming an idea.

"I guess we'll see. But whatever happens, I think it 
will be fun to give him an added dose of humiliation by 
having a series of snapshots to commemorate the 
occasion."

"Oooh, you're such a wicked gal," I said, laughing. 

"And if the pix are good – which I know they will be – 
we will make sure you get a special reward."

"Ahh," I said. I didn't know what she was planning but 
knowing her I knew it would be incredible fun. (And it 
turned out that's an understatement.)

About an hour went by. Jennifer and I sipped our lemonade 
and talked about our favorite subject: Men and sex and 
how good it was to be sexually cared for.

About one fifteen, the backyard gate swung open and Aron 
sauntered in. He was dressed in tight black swim trunks 
– not "Speedo" brief, but snug-fitting. He wore an open 
leather vest, also black, and his enormous chest, arms 
and shoulders were glistening with sweat in the heat of 
the day. 

And below his flat tight stomach, was the largest bulge 
you can imagine. He looked like a Roman warrior -- 
muscles like steel. He might have been too masculine and 
threatening-looking to be attractive were it not for his 
sparkling blue eyes and playful smile. It was clear why 
Jennifer was so crazy about him. He could melt any 
woman's heart.

But on the other hand, I wouldn't want to be any man who 
crossed him. He looked as though he could dominate 
anyone – man or woman – and bend them to his will. He 
smiled at Jen and me and strode over to us.

Curled loosely around his right hand, he carried what 
looked like a dog leash.

Darren stopped his mowing and looked over, frowning. It was 
pretty clear he wasn't happy to see Aron. Jennifer told 
me that she often has Darren "get her ready" for her dates 
with Aron – making him lick her pussy to get her lubed. 
She tells him, "Get me good and juicy. I want Aron's big 
dick to slide in nice and easy."

She also makes him caress her tits before Aron comes to 
pick her up. "Aron loves to see my nipples stand up pert 
and hard for him," she tells Darren. "I'm going bra-less 
tonight, so lick and kiss them good. I want them to look 
great against the front of my tank top!"

So obviously, Darren wasn't exactly glad to see this Adonis 
in his yard. But if he thought he'd felt humiliation at 
this man's hands before, he had no idea how much worse 
it was going to be today.

"Cassie is going to chronicle the day's events with her 
camera," Jen told Aron.

Aron laughed and touched my face. "Perfect!" he said, 
and I felt a shiver run through my body. Then he 
fearlessly knelt and kissed Jen's bare thighs. She 
sighed and I could see the gooseflesh spread all down 
both her legs. 

"Mmmm!" she said, "That feels divine."

Darren had stopped his mowing now and his face was red with 
jealousy and frustration. Aron winked at me and then 
turned to Darren. "What are you looking at?" he asked.

Darren's face tightened but he didn't say anything.

"Come over here," he commanded. And, hesitantly, Darren 
approached us standing at the foot of Jennifer's chair.

It was only then that I noticed that Jen, as per Aron's 
instructions, had indeed put a leather dog collar around 
his neck.

"Your wife has some beautiful legs, man." Aron told Darren 
boldly, and ran his tongue up along the inside of Jen's 
thigh, from just above her right knee to the bottom of 
her bikini. Again the goose bumps were visible. And 
again she moaned with pleasure, "Ahhh!" she said. "That 
drives me crazy." 

I know she said it in part to taunt Darren, but I have a 
sneaky suspicion she would have moaned like that anyway. 
I certainly know I would if a stud like that were 
tonguing my leg.

Aron looked up and smiled at Darren. "So Jen tells me you 
were a little selfish with her the other night. Is that 
right?"

Darren was really looking uncomfortable. But he was smart 
enough to know not to give this strong stud any sass. "I 
don't know what you mean," he said.

Aron stood up and walked right up to him, towering over 
him. "I hear you came before Jen the other night," he 
said, "and I think you need to learn not to do that."

And suddenly, he grabbed Darren and the two of them began 
to wrestle and struggle.

Now this is just a theory, but I think Aron was 
deliberately taking his time in getting Darren on the 
ground. He is so much stronger and more powerful, I know 
he could have managed to get him down in seconds. But I 
think he was sort of showing off, letting Jen and I 
watch the "fight" go on a little, knowing it would turn 
us on.

And indeed, it was very hot to watch these male 
"animals" struggle with each other. Both Jennifer and I 
have always loved to watch men wrestle. We watched, 
turned on and fascinated as they strained their muscles 
against each other.

Finally, Aron took him down, put him on his back and sat 
straddling his chest on the grass. He pinned his arms 
with his knees and gave his face a couple wake-me-up 
slaps – stinging but not too hard – and told him. "You 
are going to be my doggy today."

Jennifer laughed her devilish laugh and Darren blushed with 
shame at letting his wife see him so thoroughly 
dominated. Aron hooked the leash onto Darren's collar and 
said. "Now I want you to get on your hands and knees and 
crawl along beside me."

I laughed involuntarily at Aron's boldness. I was really 
coming to life with anticipation. I grabbed my camera.

One thing I can say about Aron: He sure knows how to get 
the most humiliation and embarrassment out of the 
simplest situation. When Darren, was on all fours, Aron 
hooked his hands in the waistband of Darren's briefs and 
yanked them down to just above his knees, baring that 
gorgeous ass for Jennifer's and my viewing pleasure.

Then he said: "Bark puppy!" and Darren, red in the face, 
said "Arf arf." Jennifer, Aron and I laughed like crazy. 

"Good doggy," Aron teased. "Now heel." and he led his 
"dog" toward the tire swing. 

I grabbed my camera, overwhelmed with excitement by the 
sight of those gorgeous, strong male asses from behind. 
When Aron noticed me taking the pix, he looked over his 
shoulder and flashed his sexy smile. Then he teasingly 
pulled the back of his own trunks down, exposing those 
strong, gladiator buns.

So there I was, shaking so much I could hardly focus the 
camera, snapping shots of those powerful males – their 
briefs down and bottoms bare -- moving tauntingly away 
from me. Poor Darren, with his undies down to just over his 
knees, was having trouble crawling fast enough to keep 
up with his "master." 

But instead of having pity on him, Aron kept smacking 
his bottom with the end of the leash, saying "Stay with 
me, Puppy."

Jen and I laughed shaDarrenessly, still sitting in our 
lawn chairs. "I just can't explain what it is that makes 
me so hot watching my husband taken in hand like this, 
but my pussy is wringing wet," Jen said.

"Mine too," I said. "I think there's something primal 
and erotic about it. In every species, males have always 
compete for females. I think there's something in our 
biology that gets us turned on by the sight of one male 
dominating another."

Jen unexpectedly leaned over and gave me a gentle, 
playful kiss right on my mouth. "You're so serious!" she 
said. And we both laughed. But there was something about 
the feel of her kiss that heightened my sense of 
arousal.

We watched as Aron led his doggy to the tire swing. He 
stopped and positioned Darren, still on all fours, just 
under the tire and waved Jennifer and me over.

We got up and hurried over to watch the action. 

"Okay," Aron told Darren, "I want you to sit up and beg to 
be put in the swing." He made Darren rise up on his knees, 
still with his underpants down below his thighs, and put 
his hands up, wrists bent like paws in front of his 
chest, tongue out, panting. His face was red with 
embarrassment, but oddly, maybe because he knew Jen and 
I were watching, his big dick was standing up straight 
and hard. The sight of it was wildly exciting to me. I 
snapped several pictures of him with his tongue AND his 
cock sticking out.

Then, Aron picked him up bodily and laid him on his 
stomach in the tire. It was quite a sight, believe me. 
Darren's cock was inside the tire His feet and face down 
and his creamy white ass up and vulnerable. His 
underpants slipped down to just below his knees. A more 
helpless man you have never seen. 

Aron smiled at me. His swim suit was pulled back up over 
his ass by this time, I had still not seen his cock. But 
there was no disguising that he was aroused, and that 
Jen hadn't exaggerated about the size of his dick. The 
imprint of that more-than-ample thing was pressed hard 
against the crotch of those trunks. I could hardly wait 
to see it

"I want you to take some before-and-after photos of his 
ass," Aron told me. "It's nice and pale white now. But 
it's not going to stay that way for long. I think it 
will be nice to record the results of our efforts."

I snapped pix as Aron and Jennifer posed on either side 
of their captive slave, beaming happily into the camera. 
Aron spun the tire around so Darren's ass was pointing 
directly at me and he and Jen each placed a hand on one 
of his upper legs, just under his ass cheeks. Cruelly 
and teasingly, Jennifer tickled his asshole with her 
finger, as if she were going to suddenly ream him. She 
playfully bounced his balls and cooed "Poor baby." Then 
laughed.

Aron spoke to Darren: "Okay," he said. "Since you were such 
a bad and selfish boy, Jen and I are going to redden 
your fanny to make sure you never again cum before she 
does." And with that, he gave Darren's ass a hard slap with 
the palm of his hand. The sound of it reverberated all 
through the yard.

I jumped, startled at the resounding smack, then giggled 
in spite of myself as Darren yelped. I took a close-up shot 
of Darren's ass and there was Aron's bright red handprint 
clearly embedded on the creamy white flesh.

Aron pulled the swing out a few feet and had Jen stand 
facing him about eight feet away. 

Then he gave Darren another hearty spank and shoved him 
over to Jen. He put a spin on the tire so that when it 
got to her, Darren's tight sexy tail was pointing right at 
her. Laughing, she gave Darren a smack and pushed him back 
to Aron.

I know it's mean of me to say so, but it was really hot 
to watch – hot AND funny. Aron and Jennifer sort of made 
a contest out of it, trying to see who could spank the 
hardest. But it was really no contest.

When Jen gave Darren her spank, Darren squealed a little at 
the sting of it. But when Aron smacked him he really 
bellowed. His legs kicked like crazy and he begged them 
to let him out.

But Aron didn't take any pity on him. They kept the 
swinging spanking going for hours, long into the 
afternoon, pushing Darren back and forth between them and 
taking turns slapping his ass. Sometimes they were 
laughing so hard they could barely give him a good swat. 
But other times, they really landed some hard smacks.

Finally, Jennifer said, "My hand is starting to sting." I 
could see Darren breathe a sigh of relief, thinking the 
spanking was over. But no such luck.

"Yeah, me too," Aron said. "Let's go get some switches."

And, leaving Darren dangling in the swing, the two of them 
started walking around the yard inspecting the other 
trees for small branches that would work as switches.

I don't know what possessed me, but I set the camera 
down and followed Jen to the tree where she was 
selecting her switch. When she turned to face me I 
brushed her long blond hair away from her face and told 
her: "I am so turned on! I've never seen anything so 
erotic in my life."

She smiled at me. "Oh my God yes! It's so much fun. I 
hope you're getting some good hot pix."

I touched her face again and said: "And you look so 
beautiful in your take-charge mood. I-I just..."

And all of a sudden, I was kissing her, holding her body 
against mine. And to my relief and delight, she kissed 
me back with real passion.

She put her hand on my right breast and rubbed the 
nipple teasingly as her lips grazed my ear. "I have to 
admit," she whispered, "that even as I was spanking Darren 
and delighting in watching the masterful job Aron was 
doing on him, I was also very aware that you were 
watching and it was turning me on."

"You're so beautiful!" I kept saying, and all at once I 
was aware that the fingers of my right hand had found 
their way down into the waistband of her bikini bottoms 
and I was stroking her soaking wet cunt.

I don't know how long we stayed like that: Kissing and 
sighing and rubbing each other. But at one point I heard 
a click and realized that Aron had found my camera and 
was taking photos of us. We must have been a sight. My 
bikini bra was down to just above my belly button, tits 
exposed as 

Jennifer ran her hand from one to the other, encircling 
the nipples – first lightly; then firmly -- with her 
fingers. Her bikini bottoms were down below her heavenly 
ass, her legs were spread as I pressed my hand against 
her clit, occasionally letting my middle finger slide in 
and out of her hot, sopping pussy.

Aron was grinning broad and happy. "Man this is really 
entertaining," he said. He watched us for awhile and had 
us pose in various erotic positions. At one point, Jen 
bent down and took my left breast into her mouth and ran 
her tongue tauntingly around the nipple. In one photo, 
I'm holding her against me with her back to me. My left 
hand is cupping and stroking her right breast. My right 
hand is still down stroking and finger-fucking her 
lubed-up snatch. Both our eyes are closed and we're 
clearly in another world.

At last, it was time to get back to Darren. I resumed the 
camera work and Aron and Jen got back to the spanking – 
this time using switches instead of their hands.

Darren's ass was fire-engine red by this time but still 
Aron was not ready to show him any mercy. Jen and I 
would both laugh as Aron made him kick his legs 
frantically with every swat.

When Aron pushed the swing over to Jen, she held her 
switch high over her head and brought it down on Darren's 
ass with terrific force, making him cry out.

Finally as the sun was going down, Aron stopped the 
swing and said, "Well, I guess he's had enough." And he 
again pointed Darren's poor bottom in my direction.

Jen touched it and pulled her hand away, laughing, as 
if she had accidentally touched a hot stove. "Wow," she 
said, "It's so hot it burns me." We all laughed at that 
one – all except Darren that is.

Aron made Darren promise to always wait until Jennifer cums 
before cumming himself. And to never let down and quit 
when she wants him to give her head.

He had me take some "after" shots with Aron and Jen in 
the same poses as before. And indeed, the contrast was 
black and white (well, I guess I mean RED and white).

Then Aron lifted Darren out and made him get back down on 
his hands and knees. As if to add to his humiliation, 
Jennifer clasped her hands together and put them to the 
side of her head like a rescued damsel and told Aron: 
"My hero! What a gallant knight you are. How can I show 
you my appreciation?"

"Well," Aron said, "How about giving me a little head?"

My heart leapt at hearing him say it. I was finally 
going to get a look at this humongous prick I'd been 
hearing so much about.

And I wasn't disappointed, believe me. Aron made Darren get 
up on his knees and kneel beside him. He stood facing 
Jen and me and told Darren: "Your wife wants to suck my 
huge cock. I think it would be a nice gesture if you 
took it out for me."

"What??!" Darren said. 

"You heard me," Aron told him. "I want you to take my 
trunks down and expose it for her. Why should I have to 
go through the effort of taking my own pants down when I 
have a slave boy to do it for me. Now unwrap my dick for 
her right now or you're going back in the tire swing."

Poor Darren was as red-faced and humiliated as he'd been 
all day (and THAT'S saying something). But he reached up 
and slowly pulled Aron's swimsuit down freeing the 
hardest, longest, thickest cock I have even seen. I 
actually thought I might faint at the size of it. It 
stood up like a gargantuan baseball bat and his great 
balls hung majestically down. Making Darren continue to 
slide his trunks down all the way to his feet, Aron 
stepped out of them and gave that gigantic thing a few 
slow strokes.

I could barely operate the camera. My tongue was hanging 
out in amazement. Jennifer laughed and clapped her hands. 
"Is he a bull or what?" she asked me.

I couldn't even talk. All I could do was stare in wonder 
at it.

Aron made Darren get back down on all fours and he sat 
casually on his back, straddling him backwards so that 
his balls rested on the small of Darren's back, just inches 
from that poor red ass. Then, he gestured Jennifer to 
come over and she didn't lose any time. 

She hurriedly dropped to her knees and, resting her 
hands on Darren's glowing bottom, she took that huge thing 
in her mouth and started sucking for all she was worth. 
I actually felt a moment of sympathy for Darren. Here he 
was freshly conquered and spanked. Now he had to listen 
to the enthusiastic sounds of his wife sucking his 
conqueror's enormous penis. 

All the while Aron was teasing him, saying. "Oh man she 
is really getting after my big dick. She can really suck 
cock. I bet she never gets after yours like this."

As she worked on him, she teasingly let the fingers of 
her left hand, tickle Darren's asshole. Such humiliation!

But I had little time to sympathize with Darren because the 
sight of Jen sucking and jacking that great huge thing 
was giving me the shivers.

Finally, Aron grabbed Jen's hair and roughly, but not 
too roughly pushed her back on her back on the grass.

He admonished Darren: "You just stay right here on your 
hands and knees and watch how a real woman should be 
fucked. This is how a real man does it."

He ordered me sit on Darren's back and take pictures.

Then, after giving Jennifer's dripping pussy a minute or 
two of kissing and licking. He mounted up. He knelt 
between her legs and shoved that massive, rock hard tool 
into her and I swear people in the next county could 
hear her moan. I sat on Darren's back with the camera, 
shaking with passion and watched him work on her.

He started with long, slow, smooth, strokes, coming 
almost all the way out of her (just the tip staying 
inside), then sliiiiiding coolly back in. Gradually, he 
increased the speed, thrusting that magnificent ass hard 
and fast, pumping in and out filling her ALL the way up. 
Riding her like a cowboy rides a bronc. Jennifer was 
going out of her mind, making the funniest sounds. It 
sounded like "Unnng Unnnng Ahhhh!"

I know Darren had never heard her go so wild. And to add to 
his shame, I know he could feel the wetness of my pussy 
on his back, knowing I was aroused just from watching. 
(I had long ago slid out of my bikini.)

For some reason, I felt wicked and devilish. I kept 
teasing him, saying things like: "Oh man, your wife is 
getting the fucking of her life isn't she? He's burying 
that immense cock of his in her all the way up to the 
hilt. How does it feel to watch her getting plowed by a 
real man?" Or "Be glad it's her cunt he's riding and not 
your ass. He could do you if he wanted to."

Finally Jen started cumming and as soon as he heard her 
screams of ecstasy, Aron started cumming too. It seemed 
to go on for ten minutes.

Finally he collapsed with exhaustion on her. But not 
before I got some excellent shots of that powerful ass 
thrusting in and out of her.

When the sun was down we all went inside Darren and 
Jennifer's house. Aron kissed Jen and asked if there was 
anything else he could do.

"Well," Jen said, "I think Cassie deserves a reward for 
her hard work, don't you?"

"Yes," Aron said. 

And I will never forget that "reward" as long as I live.

The four of us went into the bedroom. Aron laid me down, 
nude on my back on the king-size bed with my legs over 
the side and ordered Darren to kneel with his face between 
my legs.

He made him lick and kiss my pussy (and believe me, he 
gives incredible head). Every so often, I would pull my 
knees up to my chest and make him kiss and tickle my 
asshole with the tip of his tongue. It sent thrilling 
waves all over me.

Meanwhile Aron and Jen lay, one on either side of me, 
and took turns, trading off, kissing my mouth and 
tonguing my tits.
 
They kept me cumming for hours.