She Knows Her PlaceShe knew she was in trouble. Somehow her phone had disappeared while she was having girls night out with Julie and some other friends. She desperately tried to find it; even calling it from Julie’s phone hoping to hear the familiar ringtone. But to no avail. Now she had missed calling him to check in. His instructions were clear: Call at exactly 9pm. Not a minute early, not a minute late. And it had to be from her phone. At 11:30pm she walked in after Julie had dropped her off. The house was quiet but she knew he was waiting. As she walked into the living room, there he sat. An emotionless expression covered his face and a flogger was d****d over his lap. The portable St. Andrew’s Cross stood ready in the corner of the room, cuffs open and wait for her limbs to be bound in them. There was no point in pleading or telling some excuse. It would only make her punishment worse. While he sat and watched, she slowly disrobed,. Once nude, she carefully folded her clothes and placed them neatly on the console table. He liked the house neat and orderly, a lesson she learned many years ago. Silently, she moved to the Cross. First she bent over and secured her ankles, which gave him a full view of her sex. Not that it mattered; he only cared about the soft flesh of her back and buttocks that would soon be red. Then she snapped her wrists into place. Over the years she had learned how to fasten herself in because he did not want to be bothered with such a mundane task of binding her. Indeed, if he had a bad day at work, he would text her and order her to be ready. Through trial and error, she was able to bind herself. Sometimes she would have to stand for hours bound waiting for him. God forbid if he arrived home and she was not bound and ready. As she heard him stand, her heart began to race. Although she had been in this position many times in the past, it never stopped her from feeling fear. He let loose a practice snap on the floor and she jumped a little. Ever so lightly, he ran his fingers down her back and gently caressed her bottom. Then he stepped back and she knew it was coming. Smack! The first blow was across her back and about medium in strength, but her body still shuck. There was no need for a gag. She had been taught to take her punishment in silence. Any screams would only anger him and make the punishment worse. Smack!The next blow landed across her bottom. She felt the searing pain as her ass was undoubtedly turning red. The flogging continued with each blow coming about two seconds apart. He alternated between her back and bottom. Being hit by a heavy flogger was akin to being hit with a baseball bat. Several times he hit her back so hard that the wind was knocked out of her and she passed out. There no sympathy from him. He would just continue when she regained conscientiousness. The session was abruptly stopped when the doorbell rang. She knew that interruptions were not tolerated and this bursa escort would only make him angrier. He put the flogger down on the console table and walked down the hall to see who had bothered his pleasure. Opening the door, he found Julie standing there with a disassembled phone in her hand.“I found the phone on the floor of my car. It must have fallen out of her purse and popped apart.” she said like an excited c***d that just figured out a math problem. “Go set it on the console table.” he said slightly amused. It was about time her friends knew what a good little wife he had. As she rounded the corner into the living room, Julie stopped dead in her tracks. “What the fu…. what are you doing?” Julie almost shouted as she saw her friend bound to a large, wooden X. Her back and ass covered in red welts. “It’s okay,” he said, “She knew she would be punished for not calling as agreed. I let her go out with you girls, but under strict rules. Any violation and this is the result.” Julie, still stunned at the sight, couldn’t say a word. “As I told you, put the phone on the table and you may leave.” Julie felt deep empathy for her friend and could not let this continue. “But it wasn’t her fault.” she pleaded. “I looked in my car but didn’t see it. I didn’t know her checking in was this important.” He smiled and evil smile. “Well then, if it was your fault, you may take her punishment. Otherwise, leave. We have a long night ahead of us because of your interruption.” Those words sent a chill down her back as she stood there, naked and bound to the Cross. She knew she would pay dearly for Julie’s arrival. The last time he was interrupted, he tied her outside in the backyard nude and left in the Sun to cook her until she had a very stinging sunburn that lasted a week.Julie’s heart raced as she thought about what to do. She could leave, but knew that would mean pain for her friend. As she stared at her welted backside, Julie mumbled “Okay, I’ll do it.”“I’m sorry,” he asked sternly, “You’ll do what? Speak up.”“I’ll take her punishment.” she less then confidently said. “Very well. Go remove her from the Cross.” he ordered as he returned to his chair. Julie unfastened the snap leather cuffs and released her friend from her bonds. Without a word, she quickly sat at his feet obediently while Julie stood waiting for instructions. Irritated at her lack of training, he said “Remove you clothes.” in a low but commanding voice. Julie obeyed and began shedding her clothing. She tossed each piece on the floor in a pile. He let out a disappointing sigh and she quickly sprang up from his feet and retrieved Julie’s clothes. Carefully, she folded the clothes and placed them next to her own. Julie stood before him completely nude, deftly trying to cover herself.“Put down your arms.” Julie complied. She had nice tits and a dark, black bush that stood out from her pale white skin. “Unshaven?” he thought, “If there’s a next time I’ll have bursa escort bayan to correct that.”“Turn around.” he said and Julie showed him what he was waiting for. A nice, soft, white back that angled down to a thin waist. From there her bottom was pure amazement. Pale, plump, and firm. A virgin to the flogger that he would get the pleasure of introducing her to. “Get her ready.”She lead Julie to the Cross and bound her ankles and wrists. “Try not to scream,” she advised her friend in a barely audible whisper, “it will only make him angrier and hit you longer.”She took her place as she watched her husband rise and retrieve his flogger. Julie’s heart was racing and her breathing was heavy. Her mind raced with thoughts “How did I get here?” “How bad will it hurt?” “Please let this be over.” His first swing landed the flogger across her bottom. Not very hard, but enough to get her attention. Julie jerked a bit, but remembered the advice and made no sound. Then he tried her back just a little harder. Julie seized up in pain but still uttered no sound. “Good,” he thought, “she’s learning.” He paused for a moment to admire his work. Julie’s once pale, untouched skin now was beginning to show the distinct red lines of a flogger. He wanted to see how much she could take. Unlike his wife, he paced out his swings at about five seconds each, but was steadily increasing in strength. Julie’s eyes were full of tears from the pain but she had yet to cry out. She wasn’t sure how much longer it would be before she did. After about five minutes, Julie’s entire backside was deep red, even turning purple in some places. “No use killing her on her first time out.” he thought. Then, as punishment for irritating him, he landed a hard blow at the top of her untouched thighs. Julie let out a deep, blood curdling scream. It was too much to take. “Your punishment is over.” he announced and returned to his chair. She watched as Julie slowly regained her composure. Without instructions, she could not aid her. When Julie’s crying had subsided, he looked at his wife and said “Prepare her.” She knew what he meant and personally hated doing this, but the alternative was worse. She crawled over to her friend who was still bound on the Cross and began kissing her red ass. Not wanting to waste time and anger her husband, she flipped around and came face to face with Julie’s sex. Her tongue navigated it’s way through the hair to find Julie’s button. Once she did, she began lapping it like a thirsty dog. Julie had a musky scent and a tangy flavor that she disliked. Many times in the past her husband had bought home women and had her perform on them. Although she was not into women, over the years she knew her way around the female body.Julie, on the other hand, was enjoying the attention from her friend. The feeling of pain was being replaced by pleasure. With each flick of her friend’s tongue, Julie was getting very aroused. It would only take escort bursa a few more minutes and she would explode. But her pleasure was not in his plans.“Enough.” he said and his wife removed herself leaving Julie disappointed. He stood before his wife who was ready on her knees. Without any fanfare she unzipped his slacks, pulled out his cock and placed it into her mouth. He paid no attention to her; instead admiring his work on Julie’s body. That sight caused more arousal than his wife’s mouth. She was always amazed at the size and girth of her husband’s cock. On the rare occasions they actually fucked, she loved feeling him deep inside of her. Usually, she had to endure the pain of having his full, long cock in her ass, which is very painful. To add to the humiliation, he usually makes her clean his cock with her mouth after he was done. Hopefully, he would spare Julie and her from that.Now fully erect, he pulled out from his wife and moved toward Julie. Not knowing what was coming next, she let out a gasp as he pulled her hips toward his waiting cock. Her wrists and ankles were straining uncomfortably against the cuffs as she felt the tip trying to slip into her hole. It found its mark and he thrust all the way in in one move. Julie let out a squeal as the biggest, longest cock she ever felt was suddenly crammed in her. With his strength he lifted her off the ground and began pounding away. Julie’s wrists and shoulders were burning from being pulled away from her body, yet she was thoroughly enjoying being impaled by this massive cock. The wonderful beginning of an orgasm was building again. “Please finish it this time!” her mind screamed. His stamina was usually pretty good, but fucking this flogging virgin while staring at her whipped back was too much. When he exploded, he pulled Julie back as far as she could be pulled and buried in deep. His cock pulsated and emptied his load. At the same time, Julie closed her eyes and screamed as her body was being pulled apart. When he came, she climaxed with him. When she opened her eyes, all she saw was stars. He pulled out of Julie as fast as he put it in. He turned to his waiting wife and she began cleaning him with her mouth. Once finished, she slipped him back into his slacks and zipped him up. Without so much as a “thank you” he retrieved his flog and went to his room. She went over to Julie and unsnapped her wrist cuffs. While uncuffing her ankles, she saw her husband’s cum flowing out of Julie and down her leg. She went to the kitchen for some wipes and returned to find Julie rubbing her wrists. She handed her the wipe and then the two women got dressed in silence. As they walked her to the door, Julie turned to her and asked “What do I tell my husband? How am I going to explain these marks?”“If he’s anything like my husband, I wouldn’t lie.” she said with a smile and a wink. A sudden wave of arousal came over Julie as she thought about her husband punishing her for coming home with marks and another man’s seed in her.“You think he will?” she said coyly. The two embraced in a long, deep kiss goodbye. Julie tasted herself on her friends lips. It was a night she would not soon forget.