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At thirty, Tara is an accomplished woman. Head of the Key Accounts department of a famous investment bank, she owes her success and rapid rise within the company to her intelligence and ability to deal with any situation with composure.The envious would say that it was above all her physique that enabled her to succeed so quickly. A former top-level volleyball player, her slender body is beautifully sculpted by hours and hours of assiduous training.She never hesitates to wear high heels and short skirts to show off her long, perfectly curved legs. Her blouses are always wide open, revealing her high, firm breasts with their luscious roundness.The alabaster complexion of her skin is enhanced by her long, flaming red hair. Amid the perfect oval of her face, her green eyes sparkle with life and intelligence. Her snub nose and the freckles dotting her prominent cheekbones give her a mischievous air.Tara knows that her charms don’t leave men indifferent, or women for that matter. And she knows how to play them when she needs to. However, despite this advantageous plasticity, she knows that it’s her character that makes all the difference to her success.It’s a character she’s forged over the years in a most original way, through a strict upbringing of punishment and corporal punishment. Every mistake, every breach of the house rules, was severely punished by both father and mother.These numerous spankings hardened her and, when she left the family cocoon, she continued to follow this educational system. She first did this with her boyfriends at the time, but none of them were tough and dominant enough for her.When she started to earn some money, she turned to professional dominators, but again, something was missing. The punishments were at the expected level, but there wasn’t the intimate relationship she was looking for.Then one day, she came across him. Marc, a sports photographer she’d run into from time to time on the sidelines. They hit it off and it wasn’t long before she succumbed to the charms Sex hikayeleri of this tall, dark and fiery-looking man.And, unlike his other conquests, Marc has no hesitation in giving her a good spanking when necessary. On their third date, for some trivial reason, an ill-timed remark, Tara found herself across his knees, skirt rolled up, panties down below her knees. Her muscular buttocks, perfectly exposed, met her partner’s large, rough hands.For several minutes, her bouncing buttocks endured the blows, quickly reddening under the powerful slaps. And when it all stopped, before she could react, a vigorous member violently entered her arousal-soaked intimacy.This punishment and the torrid coupling that followed made Tara realize that Marc was the man for her. Since then, they’ve been happily married. Spankings are part of their married life, and Tara knows she’s never safe from punishment.This moment of vulnerability, when she’s completely submissive to her husband, is what excites her most in the world. Whatever the pain, her only pleasure is to please him. There’s never a “no” in their games, nor any limit to their punishments. Tara’s submission is full and complete. It’s the only way she can achieve ecstasy.***It’s been a gruelling week for Tara. Numerous cases with complex issues demanded more attention than usual. Not once did she get home before 7 pm. Barely time for a chat with her husband, not even a full meal, and she disappeared into her office for several more hours of work.Obviously, this week, she did nothing around the house. Leaving her husband entirely in charge of household and administrative tasks. And the few times they’ve talked, she hasn’t been very friendly. And there was no question of an intimate moment either. Too much work.Not once did Marc make the slightest remark to her. He knows her perfectly well and knows how dedicated she is to her job. However, on Friday evening, when it’s almost 8 pm and she enters the house, she senses that something has changed.The Sikiş hikayeleri house is strangely silent. The lights are out, no one is home. Marc should be here by now. Tara leaves her coat and bag in the vestibule and walks into the living room.The thick curtains are drawn, plunging the room into darkness. She flicks the light switch and freezes as the ceiling light illuminates the room.On the large oak table, various instruments are neatly lined up: a wide leather belt, a polished wooden paddle and a riding crop. Just the sight of them sends a shiver of mixed anxiety and pleasure up her spine.”All this is for you tonight,” announces a voice behind his back. “Get ready.”The tone is calm, poised, without appeal.Tara doesn’t turn around. Lowering her head and taking a deep breath, she begins to undress.The ritual is always the same. It prepares her psychologically for what’s to come.She starts by taking off her jacket, then unbuttoning her blouse, before undoing her skirt and letting it slide down her legs. Carefully folding the clothes, she places them on a chair.Now wearing only her high heels and black silk underwear, she kneels facing the table. With her back straight, she crosses her ankles and spreads her thighs. Her hands come to rest, palms out, on her thighs. Finally, she bows her head in submission.Her heartbeat quickens and her breathing quickens as she feels him approach behind her back.His rough hands settle on her shoulders, caressing the nape of her neck, before taking hold of her hair. Tara holds her breath as her husband’s meticulous fingers intertwine her long locks. In seconds, the braid is completed.The short time Marc took to do her hair indicated his mood. Tonight is not a game, it’s a punishment.This simple realization makes her shiver with apprehension.”In position.”The order is curt.Without hesitation, Tara rises and leans over the table. Her chest crushes the polished wood as she stretches her arms out in front of her to grip the other side of the Erotik hikaye table. Digging in her loins, squeezing her thighs, she offers her perfectly shaped buttocks to the blows to come.Behind her, Marc gently runs his hand over her buttocks, flattering the bouncing globes, appreciating their firmness and satiny texture. Then his fingers reach under the black silk panties.Tara swallows slowly as she feels her last bulwark slide down to her ankles. Now, her carefully waxed sex is fully exposed. She knows instinctively that his lips are bursting with excitement, their pink hue contrasting with her alabaster skin.But she has no time to dwell on the situation. A flash of pain abruptly snaps her out of her reverie. The supple leather of the belt pinches her upper thighs, drawing a cry of surprise from her.The blows rained down without interruption. Marc strikes methodically, working his way up and down her shapely thighs, carefully avoiding her buttocks for the moment.Each hiss of the belt is followed by a resounding snap. Large red marks are made on the pale thighs.Hands firmly gripping the edge of the table, Tara does her utmost to resist the pain shooting through her. Her breathing is ragged. The first tears begin to bead at the corners of her eyes, rolling down her cheeks onto the table. Her thighs are on fire as the belt falls relentlessly.There’s no kindness, no mercy. This is punishment, not a game to turn her on. And yet, through this fog of pain, she feels a familiar warmth rising in the core of her belly, in the hollow of her loins.Pain, pleasure, her mind is so confused by all her contradictory thoughts, she barely realizes that the rain of blows has stopped.”I can’t believe it,” Marc sighs. “I’m punishing you and it’s turning you on!”He rested the belt and grabbed another instrument of torment.”We’re going to see how much you like being hurt,” he commented. “I want you to count every blow. And don’t make any mistakes, or I’ll start all over again.””Yes, Master,” replies Tara in a trembling voice.The wood of the paddle slams down hard on her buttocks. The slam is dull, the pain excruciating. Tara feels her whole being vibrating under the impact. The shockwave spreads throughout her body, distributing the pain to her entire nervous system.
