Spanking my wife for being such a bad girlThat late evening, I got home feeling really horny.It had been a hard day and my fucking Boss had sent me a pile of extra paperwork while I was trying to escape from my desk. As I climbed the stairs, my first thought was to get into the bathroom and have a relaxing jerking of my cock; but then my sweet wife came downstairs, giggling sexily…She was surprised of seeing me home so late.Anita passed me and headed into the dining room. I flipped my hand at her backside, but only just made contact. She laughed openly, as she tweaked up her skirt to give me a glimpse of her tiny thong that was hidden between her ass cheeks.That glimpse, the quick sight of that black thong and her bum, hit the spot. I ran over her and caught her wrist. The surprise showed on Anita’s face as I pulled her back into the dining room.I twisted her arm I had hold of up behind her back. I then sat on a chair and pulled my sensual wife over my lap. She tried to struggle; but I clamped her Bomonti Escort both legs with my right leg. Still holding her arm behind her back, I smoothed her skirt across her bum and down the legs.The black thong came into view and I felt my own dick aching in my pants.Ana yelled at me; she felt it was beginning to get out of control and she definitely did not like it at all.I told her she deserved a spanking; since she had behaved like a bad girl.So I spanked her bare butt and loved the sound it made.Anita gasped in both pain and surprise; she then attempted to wriggle over. I released her arm and instead gripped her just above her waist, with my leg still over hers. I spanked her again, on the other buttock…Her cries also were having an effect: my cock, already stiffening when I first got in, was now completely hard and aching. Ana made it worse, as she squirmed and wriggled. At the next two slaps to those juicy tight buttocks, Ana’s cries became proper tears, sobs even. Bomonti Escort I twisted my head to eye the tightly pulled crotch of the black thong, but the darkness of the material gave nothing away. So, I did the best thing, I just grabbed the waistband and pulled this tiny piece of cloth to her knees. To my delight, despite crying, Ana herself actually lifted her bum to let the thong slide down easily.She turned her head saying she was sorry; next time she would behave like a real lady. But I hardly heard her whispering words.I began spanking her butt even harder. Six, eight, ten times I gave Anita the hardest slaps I could produce…My sensual babe yelled and wriggled; cried and squirmed.I got tired of spanking her and finally stopped. By now her legs were as wide apart as the thong just around her knees would allow and I could see her puffy wet pussy lips. Those nice pink lips were glistening in the shadows; the bitch had got soaking wet as I slapped her buttocks. My assault Escort Bomonti on her bum had certainly aroused her so badly…I ordered her to take off her dirty thong and give it to me. She then would go upstairs and spend the night in the guest room. I warned Ana I did not want to see her again tonight, or the spanking would be even harder…I made it clear, that I would punish her the same way on the next days…I took a hold of her curly hair and made her look into my eyes.A wriggle, a couple of sobs and Ana mumbled everything was clear.I slapped her firm butt one more time. I saw red marks crossing her cheeks.I let her stand up. The first thing she attempted to do was to rub her red bum, but I held her hand and asked for her thong. She reluctantly pulled her thong down to her ankles and she then gave it to me. Rubbing her spanked red bum, Ana hurried upstairs.I heard her entering the guest room and closing the door behind her.I poured myself a glass of Irish whisky and waited some minutes.When I got upstairs, I found the guest room’s door closed but not locked.I opened it and went inside.Ana was there, on all fours onto the bed…I saw her red spanked soft buttocks and her sexy black stilettos…She did not look at me, but she promised to behave better from now on…