Of course her pussy gets spanked

I was surprised to watch my wish come true a few seconds later.

Ted set his belt across Sherri’s stomach and rubbed his fingers between her pussy lips. The lips instantly parted, revealing my wife’s dampness. Her pussy lips glistened as Ted worked his way slowly to her clit.

“You are quite the harlot. You obviously enjoy displaying your body to other men than your husband.”

My wife’s clit grew larger with the attention.

“You are being aroused by the touch of another man.

Sherri moved her hips, seeking the perfect sensation.

WHACK!

Ted hit her swollen pussy hard with the belt. He returned to playing with Sherri’s clit, pinching it lightly between his fingers until, once again, it stood out beyond her pussy lips.

SMACK!

Ted repeated this process for the final three swats. The swats to her pussy caused the most damage to the skin. These had distinct lines at the edges that looked close to bleeding.

“Stay in that position. I’ll get some cream for the worst marks. You wouldn’t want any scarring.”

Ted seemed to take his time, leaving Sherri wantonly displayed. He returned with a small tub of beef tallow. Tallow is thicker than a typical lotion, requiring more, and firmer, rubbing to absorb into the skin. Sherri put a little on her thighs but most of it was around her pussy. She looked like she was playing with herself as she rubbed the tallow in.

“Instead of corner time, I’m going to have you stay in this position.”

We left about an hour later, as soon as Sherri was allowed to get dressed.

I’m not sure whether I was more horrified or aroused. Either way, I wanted to hear more details. I knew that Sherri had been spanked hard and often by her parents when she was growing up. I knew it had occurred at least until age 16 based on details she had let slip. I suspected she was still being spanked throughout our engagement based on how she deflected some of my questions.

“I need to understand what I just saw. I have some questions.”

“I’m sure you do. Go ahead and ask, I’ll tell you anything you want to know.”

“What, exactly, does discipline involve in your home?”

“You know by now that our church strongly promotes traditional values such as the man being the head of the house and obedience to authority. Many of the families in the church believe that this applies, regardless of your age. The man in the household disciplines his wife and kids. The woman disciplines the kids. When there is a big age difference, older siblings discipline younger ones. My family strongly embraces that.”

“So your Mom got spanked? Just as hard as the kids?”

“She still gets spanked. And yes, just as hard.”

“And this was regardless of the age of the kids? You were still being spanked while we were engaged?”

“If anything, spankings were more severe as I got older. My last spanking was the night before our wedding because I was being cranky with my Mom.”

“Besides your Mom and Dad, who else in the family spanked you?”

“Sandy is 10 years older than me. She was often left in charge of the rest of us and certainly took advantage of the opportunity to give the punishments she regularly received. The worst part about being punished by her was that we would get punished again when my parents arrived home, just like when we were spanked at school.”

“What were spankings at school like? Did you get spanked often?”

“The Christian school I attended placed an emphasis on guiding girls to become virtuous young women. That meant that girls were spanked often, usually by the principal or his assistant. Spanking were on a girl’s panties unless their parents signed a form requesting that spankings occur on a bared bottom. My parents were one of the ones that insisted on bare-bottom spankings. I don’t think a day passed when at least a couple of girls didn’t get spanked. Spankings at school were given with either a paddle or a rod.”

“A rod?”

“You know, a thin round stick. The principal had two different styles. One was very stiff, and the other was highly flexible. I hated getting spanked with the flexible one. It was almost as bad as when my Mom used the switch. The marks from the flexible rod lasted for days.”