Turn around of shy wife

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Just as she neared her orgasm, he withdrew his hand from her pussy and released her tits. He reached behind her head, grabbed hold of her wavy black hair, and pulled her body roughly against his own. He smiled at her as he held her firmly against his chest. But it was not like the smile one lover gives to another. It was more like the smile a superior gives to a subordinate – or a master gives to a slave. And as she looked upon that smile, Rehana felt her knees buckle slightly and her body shiver as a small orgasm washed over her.

She felt herself being thrust across the room to the center island - a waist high counter, roughly 3’ x 5’ in size, that occupied the center of the kitchen floor. 

“Bend over and put your elbows on the counter,” Prasad demanded. Mrs. Rehana Khan complied instantly. Prasad surveyed his conquest slowly as she held her position, standing a foot or so from the counter, bent at the waist so that her elbows could reach the counter top, with her big fair breasts hanging beneath her and her ass on full display. He allowed his fingers to trail lightly over her back, her buttocks, and her thighs as he examined her. He dipped two fingers into her still dripping pussy, rotated them inside her, and withdrew them. He then moved closer to the counter and held his fingers before her face.

Rehana looked briefly at the fingers in front of her, and then at Prasad. Returning her gaze to his fingers, she leaned forward, took them into her mouth, and sucked them until she’d cleaned all of her juices from them. And then she looked back towards Prasad, seeking his approval, only to be met by that same, controlling smile.

She watched Prasad as he moved to the far end of the island and rummaged through one of the drawers. After getting fucked by young lunds like that of Amit , then her own son Salman and his friend Ravi she was not only addicted to big lunds and her pussy gets wet whenever a young lund come near her and she stated liking all kinds of sex submissive kinky dominant/submissive relationship. Yet when Rehana saw Prasad pull a long, wooden spatula from the drawer, she knew instinctively what was to come. And with that knowledge came fear. Fear of the pain he could inflict. Fear that he wouldn’t stop. 

But strangely enough, with that knowledge also came a level of excitement that she’d experienced before. The excitement of surrendering herself completely to another. The excitement of allowing this young man to dominate her in ways that she was only now beginning to comprehend.

Slowly, he made his way back behind her. She made no move to escape.

Prasad ran the spatula gently over the naked body before him, starting near the shoulders, trailing down the back, over the buttocks, and down the thighs. He then ran the utensil up her stomach, slapping it lightly against her hanging breasts.

“You shouldn’t have watched me masturbate,” he said suddenly, breaking the silence.

“I’m sorry, Prasad,” Mrs. Rehana blurted out, instinctively raising her body and turning towards Prasad. “I couldn’t help . . .”

WHACK! Rehana gasped at the fierceness of the unexpected blow to her ass. “Elbows back on the counter,” Prasad demanded harshly! Rehana quickly returned to the appropriate position, biting her lower lip lightly to fight the stinging sensation emanating from her butt.

“From now on, you will only speak when you are spoken to,” he explained. Do you understand?”

Rehana nodded her head, still biting on her lower lip. WHACK! Another blow landed on her big fair ass cheeks. “I expect you to address me with “yes sirs” and “no sirs,” Prasad demanded. “Do you understand?”

“Yes sir,” Rehana responded, struggling to hold back the tears. “I’m sorry, sir.”

“That’s better,” Prasad responded with a gentleness that hadn’t been present before. “But still, you were wrong to watch me masturbate, weren’t you?” he prodded gently.

“Yes, sir,” she answered. “I was wrong.”

“And for that, you need to be punished.” 

Rehana held her position, knowing a response from her was not wanted. The pain from the two blows was starting to subside, leaving just a small stinging sensation to remind her of them.

WHACK! WHACK! Rehana cringed as the blows rained down upon her exposed huge ass, biting her lower lip and clenching her eyes closed.

WHACK! WHACK! This time the blows fell on the backs of her thighs, causing her to drop her head to the countertop. It took every ounce of self-control she could muster to stand there and take the punishment without screaming out. 

But somewhere deep inside of her, she could feel an excitement building, feeding itself on the degradation she was going through. 

WHACK! WHACK! The blows fell on her ass again, but this time, the pain was less intense, overpowered somehow by the excitement she was feeling.