Written by rasputinio

BDSM
12 Jan 2012


The tale of the Shopgirl reminded me of an amazing episode in my life. We were in out forties, my wife and I had a open relationship and I was often going out to clubs with friends etc. At one of these clubs I was chatting up a married lady I knew casually from within our circle of friends, but was getting no where. 2 weeks later I was at the same club and the same girl was there and this time she was really interested, basically I took her home and had my evil way with her in the car. I asked why the change in attitude and she said she had been warned off me as I was a "bastard" (her friend told her this and this friend knew my wife, but did not know of our open marriage). From then on our relationship blossomed, the worse I treated her in public ie shunning her etc the more devoted she became. She knew I had other friends and said she did not like it, but I just laughed and said, live with it. Then one night I had got angry with her, she was sulking and being awkward, I had taken her to a place where I had the key to, we had a row and I said I was fed up with her and she should go, I then said she deserved a bloody good spanking. With that she took the leather belt from her jeans and said punish me then. I was a little taken aback but said she deserved it. I told her to strip and bend over. she did, I used the belt on her and she kept asking for more. From that moment on we were into punishment in a big way,we had a key word to use if it ever became to much for her, but she never ever used it. It was addictive yet scary as I knew she hurt but did not want me to stop. She would do anything I said, we would often leave the pub and go to a riverside location for fun, whether it was hot or cold she would strip before getting in the car and then dress only when I dropped her off home. On one occasion I was taking her home when I saw a friend, I stopped to talk, he invited me back for a drink, so she was told to walk the final mile home. She got out of the car naked and started dressing. She always called me her biggest bastard but came back for more. The highlight was, I had invited a randy friend to meet us up at the place I had the keys, he was extremely nervous and was talking about being accused of rape etc etc. He was soon put at his ease as I told her what was going to happen. She was told to go and shut the front door, either to go home or to come back in naked. You bastard she said as she went into the hallway. The front door slammed, my friend said, you blew it mate, 30 seconds later she walked back in naked apart from her high heels and said lets play.

Sadly it all ended when she started saying she loved me and got jealous, but I have fond memories.