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It had been a tough day for Michael.  In fact, it had been a tough week.  He hadn’t been able to hire a reliable assistant yet that both he and Sara approved.  Too many of the women were just hoping to drive a wedge between him and his wife.  Others had said they had the right stuff, but after one session over his lap, they’d changed their minds.  He’d been honest with each of them.  Each woman had assured him she could handle a sadist.  No one had been able to so far.

It had been a month now, and he was still doing too much of his own work.  He needed that assistant!  In Birched Hills, it was understood that many of the men had an assistant who took more of the brunt of their disciplinary desires.  Michael knew Sara did enjoy her spankings, paddlings, and even the feel of his belt, but he’d seen too many things lately to be just happy with that.  

He’d come into a session with Tom Hardy and his assistant, who had messed up a message very badly.  She was bent over his desk, bare-assed, and he was ruthlessly strapping her with a large, thick tawse.  She was squealing and sobbing, but held in place by her wrist restraints. Michael had started to turn around when Tom told him to come on over.

“What?” Michael asked.

Tom was huffing a little from the exertion.  “It’ll embarrass the hell out of Tina if you do it.  She’s had a little crush on you since you got here.”  He smacked her ass with the tawse.  “Right?”

“Y-y-y-yesss, Sir.” Tina warbled.  Her blue eyes met Michael’s, and she licked her lips.  She wanted him to do it!

“You can finish her while I watch.  She’s close to breaking already.”  Tom handed Michael the tawse.  

Michael was dumbstruck for a moment.  He’d never spanked or strapped another woman since being married to Sara.  Tina’s ass was quite firm and rounded.  Right now, it was an angry red with a few purple spots from bruising.  

Tina raised her head to look back at him.

Michael felt the weight of her gaze and her need.  “Want it?” He asked.

She nodded.

“Use your words and beg for it.” He commanded.

Tina moaned softly.  “Please, Sir.  Please, whip my ass with the tawse.  I’ve been bad… naughty.”

Michael nodded and felt his arousal.  Somehow, Tina saw it in his eyes, and in hers, both lit with a feral light.  

“Don’t be kind, Sir.  Beat me, please.” Tina whispered, dropped her head, and lifted her ass.

“Damn, Michael.  She’s never begged me for that yet.”  Tom chuckled.

Michael nodded, then frowned.  Something was missing.  “Tom, will you video it so I can show Sara later.  Transparency, you know.”

Tom grinned but nodded.  “I can do that.”

“Tina?  Do you consent?” Michael asked.

“I’m…I’m the naughty one, Sir.  I don’t get a say.” She murmured.

“I’m giving you one.  I won’t post it on social, but I will share it with my wife.” He tapped her bottom with the leather tawse.

Tina shivered.  “I consent, Sir.  I…I’d like it if you kept it, too.  May I post it on social later, if you’ll give me a copy?” She begged.

Michael shrugged.  “Your choice.”

“Thank you, Sir.” She nodded and now stretched up on her tiptoes for a better arch.

Tom started the video with his phone.  Michael went over everything that had happened so far and got confirmation from Tom and Tina.  

“Now, twenty-five more, you’ll count and thank me.  Lose count, don’t thank well enough, we start over.” He told her.

Tina moaned, but not from fear.

The first time the tawse made contact with Tina’s pretty little ass, Michael was transfigured.  The sound of the heavier leather against her bare flesh was so exquisite.  Her crying out, then counting and thanking him as she moaned it out, just made it sweeter.

He didn’t hold much back for all twenty-five, and when he was done, there were two small oval spots where the skin had broken.  Michael laid the tawse down on her bare lower back.  “You’re done.  I broke the skin twice.  Sorry.” He murmured.

She was sobbing softly, but shook her head.  “Ssssokay, Sir.  If you’d please?  Bandages in the bottom right drawer?  Please?” She begged.

He searched and found a small first-aid kit with large oval band-aids in flesh tone and some disinfectant.  Standing, he warned her it would sting.  Tina giggled a little.  

“Yeah, I know, Sir.  Thank you for warning me.” Her eyes looked back at him gratefully.

He doctored her up and softly put on the band-aids.  Tina pressed her ass cheeks back into his palm as he did so with a sly, side-eyed back look.  Michael patted her bottom.

Tom was watching quietly.  “Hmm…I know you’ve been having a devil of a time finding a good assistant.  Tina’s been with me for a couple of years, but…I might be in the mood to find a new one.”

“Sir?” Tina asked.

“Tina and I will talk about it and let you know,” Tom told Michael.  “That is, if you’re interested?”

Michael tried not to look at Tina, who was watching him very closely.  “I’ll discuss it with Sara, too, but I am interested.”

Truth be told,  Michael knew he had to get home early today to alleviate some of what he was feeling.  He’d show Sara the video in person and explain.

Sara had been very aware of how difficult things had been for her husband.  He never took it out on her, and she knew better than to act out just to give him an excuse to paddle or whip her.  He hated that!  She’d been wondering what to do when Michael came home early that day and explained what had happened.

Sara watched the video and felt a slight pang of jealousy at first.  She knew she would whenever he spanked or punished another woman, but it was a fact of life here.  She was shocked he hadn’t done so yet.  There had to have been opportunities.  Sara had avoided public punishment, but she did visit Leon once a week to do chores for him.  She wore scandalously scanty attire to do so and, after he’d been uncomfortable long enough, she confessed she’d like a weekly spanking from him if he’d be so kind.

Michael had already given her permission as long as she always made a video of it to share with him.  Leon seemed a lot happier now, and his fingers never strayed to anywhere he wasn’t spanking.  It didn’t mean he took it easy on her either, but she’d expected that.  For a brief second, Sara had considered doing this as a service for other older men, but decided against it.  Her bottom could only take so much.

The look in her husband’s eyes as he strapped this blonde with that heavy tawse was something Sara hadn’t seen before, and he seemed a lot calmer now.  He’d explained that Tina might become his assistant.  Sara had nodded and agreed it was a good idea.  He had her approval.  Michael hadn’t grinned or looked inappropriately pleased.  This made Sara feel a little better.  

Sara was also aware of why he’d come home early.  Slowly, and with a grin, she dropped to her knees in front of him and happily sucked away his hyped-up energy from strapping the pretty blonde.  He came somewhat harder than usual, which Sara tried not to hold against him.

“Michael, I want to ask you some things, and I want honest answers, please?” She was still kneeling before him.

“Okay.” He nodded.

“You enjoyed using that on her a lot, didn’t you?” Sara asked.

“I did.” He agreed.

“Why?” Sara asked.

He frowned in thought, but then began to answer.  “It was rougher and more brutal than anything I’d ever done to a woman before.  The fact she had begged me ot do it made it even more…savage to me.  I didn’t hold much back.”

She nodded.  “Have you ever whipped me with your belt that hard?”

He shook his head.  “No.”

“Why not?” She asked.

He looked puzzled.  “Because…because I hadn’t thought about doing so before.”

“Are you thinking about it now?” She asked.

“At this second, no.  In general, yes, it has crossed my mind now.  But…you don’t have to do this for me, Sara.” He began to explain.

“Shush.  I know what my job is and what my place is with you.  You know I enjoy it.  I’ll confess.” She grinned.  “I got more than a little wet watching this video.  Would you like to be more brutal with me?  Not necessarily as punishment but…to blow off steam, frustration, etc?”

He stared at her.  “Are you sure about this?” He asked.

She parted her thighs and rubbed one finger up her very wet pussy.  Showing him the thick covering of lubrication, she grinned again.  “Pretty sure, Sir.”  

Sara saw him teetering on the brink.  She made a decision.  Standing up, she made no move to reach her discarded clothes.  “Follow me, please, Sir?  Please?” She begged, using the voice he liked.

He nodded slowly and followed her down the stairs.

Sara walked to the kitchen and bent herself far over the counter.  “I need a brutal whipping, Sir.  I beg you to beat me with your belt as hard as you wish.  Don’t stop.”

“Sara, you still need your safewords.” He protested.

She pondered it.  “Okay, when I really can’t go further, I will tap the counter with my left palm three times.  Wait for all three.  I’m probably going to wriggle a bit.” She shrugged.

“You’re sure about this?” He asked again.

“Will you make good use of my very sore bottom afterwards, Sir?” Her eyes flashed at him.  She knew he’d understand.

“Do we have any…?” He began.

“In my purse, by the door.” She nodded.

“Your purse?” He asked with a frown.

“A girl needs to be prepared in case her Daddy wants her to plug herself or whatever, doesn’t she?” Sara giggled.

Michael slowly unbuckled his belt and let the sound of it escaping each loop linger.  He knew it made her core shiver when she heard it.

“Oh God.” She whimpered and turned her head down with her ass up.

“No, just me.” Michael doubled the belt and began.