But, I had given it a lot of thought and the strap had been itching in my hand for action. I had visualised Lena’s naked, perfectly shaped mature arse, pushed up and out, just begging for the punishment, taking lashes it so richly deserved. Even at 47, Harriet’s mum had a great figure; it has to be said, with long…shapely legs, great tits and an ass that I had lain awake thinking about. And she had made enough negative remarks about me to make me want some kind of revenge. I was not good enough for her precious daughter and all that. It was enough to justify to myself as to what I was about to do. I told myself she was well used to the sort of harsh treatment I had in mind and that I had a reasonable chance of getting away with it.
She answered the door with a bath towel wrapped around her and a puzzled look in her wide open green eyes. Clearly, I had taken the bitch by surprise.
“Hello, Joe…What are you doing here?” She managed to say before she saw the strap in my hand and something like panic swept across her face.
Things seemed to happen quickly after that. I stepped inside and grabbed the towel. It came away from her, as she dashed for the stairs. But, I was right behind and managed to land a heavy swipe across her naked backside, as she scampered up the stairs trying to get away. “Owww” she screeched in terror, as I caught her up on the landing and landed another vicious crack. My aim was perfect. Another second or two and she might have locked herself in the bathroom, but, I was much too excited to let that happen and got my foot in the door.
“Joe,” she pleaded “what’s come over you? Please stop!”
In response, I grabbed her arm and yanked her out. Then I pushed her into the main bedroom; the scene of so many of her past humiliations.
“I’ve brought an old friend back to see you,” I grinning wickedly, holding up the strap. “Because, it’s time for it to get re-acquainted with your ass.”
“No…no…”she pleaded. “Please Joe…don’t”
But, I made her bend over just the same. And tellingly, she chose the position, using the end of the bed as a rest for her hands and elbows as she stood, docile and waiting, legs apart, with her delightful arse pushed up high.
I got in four or five vicious swipes at her beautiful target before she even grunted through gritted teeth. Her will was strong and I guessed that she was out to defy me and show me she could take it.
“You won’t break me you bastard,” she shouted, “no matter how much you whip me.” Later, I realised that her show of bravado was just to egg me on. Because, she loved that strap and the pain it produced. This woman loved to be whipped hard and have her arse on fire: It was really turning her on: And God, how I gave it to her, holding nothing back. Lash after lash after lash. Her arse was just a mess of ugly red stripes and blotches. But, she was a big girl and she could take it.
Finally, her bravado collapsed like a pack of cards; her resistance caved in. “Please Joe, stop. I’ve had enough, now…I’ll do anything you want…ANYTHING!”