Thistle: Nic's nobility bloomed from loss.
After 6 smacks she thought that it was almost over as her arse was burning.
"My hand is starting to throb from spanking your fat arse so I'm gonna have to switch to using my shoe," he said, leaning down to take off his dirty work boot. As he did this Sarah turned around to see the bottom of the boot. It had a deep tread with bits of dirt and mud in the grooves which made Sarah freak. Her feelings were also hurt as she doesn't have a fat arse at all, but a nice curvy one.
"You can't hit me with that! You said a spanking and that's what you've given me, so let me go, please," she said, almost begging.
"Listen love, I'll say when we're finished and we're not done by a long shot. You piss on my pride and joy, then call it an old heap, then call me a dirty old man and try to blackmail me. I'm gonna give you another 20 with ma boot. Then you can go back to your precious party."
"But that boot is filthy. It will leave my dress with a big dirty mark on it and then I'll have to try and explain it to everyone inside," she said on the verge of tears.
"The only alternative then is to take them on your bare arse lady," he said with a sly smile building, looking straight in her eyes which widened in shock.
Time was ticking. People would start to wonder where she was. Only 20 more on her bare arse and it would all be over. At least she had a figure to work with. Only 20 more.
She bit her lip then looked at him with pleading eyes. "Ok, if you can keep my dress clean, do it to my bare arse. But please try not to look at it as nobody has seen it bare apart from Dave since we got married."
"I'll try, but no promises. Now hurry up and get them panties down and that precious dress up so I can finish you off."
She stood up, faced him then reached up under her dress with both hands to grab the sides of her panties. She didn't look at his face until she had them down around the bottom of her thighs when she looked up at him. He was looking at her rolled down white panties with lecherous eyes. She then turned around and bent back over the Caddy, leaned on one elbow and gently raised the dress up over her arse.
Malcolm couldn't believe his eyes. Here he was, an old fat bastard looking at the most luscious arse he had ever seen. It was pearly white like her panties but had red hand marks on it from the spanking. He must have pause longer than Sarah liked because she quipped up with, "Come on, stop looking and get it over with!"
Whack! The big dirty boot landed on her perfect arse.
"Ahhh!" She did her best to stifle a scream but the pain was unbearable.
Whack, whack! He flogged her again.
"Please," she whimpered. Whack, whack! "Please stop."
"That's only 5 love. I've gonna flog you another 15 times to make up for all that piss," he said as he landed another on her burning hot arse.
She couldn't take anymore. "Please, I've learnt my lesson. I'm sorry. I can't take anymore. Please stop!" she said as a tear ran down her cheek.
"Well love, I'm starting to enjoy this, a little too much actually. So the only way I'm gonna stop is if I fuck that pretty little married pussy of yours." He said as he grabbed her long hair and pulled it back and to the side so that she was forced to look at the huge outline of his cock in his house shorts.
Her eyes opened extra wide at seeing the huge bulge. She was transfixed and didn't respond to his offer so he slowly started rubbing the inside of her thigh with his dirty boot.
"No way, I can't, I'm married, and so are you!"
With that, he started laying into her again. She still had her head turned towards him, so could see the boot being raised and then whacking down on her arse.
After 4 more painful strikes he paused and said, "We're not even half way there love. Are you sure you want me to go on, or would you rather I stuffed your pussy?"
His words sent a chill up her spine.