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Crazy Lenny: The Obedience Class with Omolara IV (18+)
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Crazy Lenny: The Obedience Class with Omolara IV (18+)

I awoke earlier than I normally do the next day, as I wanted to put the next phase of my plan into action before my wife had woken up. Sneaking into the closet I grabbed the paddle and wrist straps I had purchased from the Store and stashed them at the foot of the bed. Taking a moment to watch my wife sleep, I marvelled at how peaceful and content she appeared to be. Even asleep, she had a slight smile on her lips.

She was still naked under the sheets and was also still wearing her new collar. She was laying half on her stomach and half on her side, with her left knee, tucked up beside her.

With a grin, I grabbed the bottom of the sheet covering my sleeping wife and yanked it off of her in one quick motion. The quick movement startled my wife awake as she began looking around for the source of the disturbance. Not giving her a chance to respond, I grabbed hold of her right ankle and yanked hard, sliding her entire body down the length of the bed until her lower half was hanging over the bed.

Letting go of her ankle, gravity took over and her feet fell firmly on the floor with her upper body still bent over the foot of the bed. As she began to raise up, I placed a hand on the small of her back and pushed her back into the bed.

“Stay down and put your hands behind your head,” I ordered.

Still a little out of it, she began to mumble “what’s wrong baby…”

SLAP. A shocked gasp from my wife.

Smacking her ass hard I growled, “that’s Sir to you. For that, you will have to be punished,” I admonished for not remembering her role. “Now put your hands behind your head,” I again ordered.

By now she was wide awake and quickly complied. “I’m sorry Sir. I didn’t mean any offence,” she blurted as she hastily put her hands behind her head.

Grabbing the wrist straps from the floor, I fitted each one to her wrists and then clipped them together to a silver ring in the back of her collar, thereby preventing her from being able to use her hands. Once she was suitably secured, I continued,

“From now on, you will awaken early enough each morning, when you are home with me, to ensure your morning routine is completed and breakfast, which will consist of 2 eggs, tea and bread, will be ready for me when I wake at 9 am. Deviation from this will result in severe punishment.”

Looking at the bedside alarm clock I continued, “and seeing as how it is now past 9am and you do not have my breakfast ready for me, I think it is appropriate for me to punish you at this time.”

“But sir…I didn’t know…I’m sorry….” she began to stammer as she looked for a way out of her current predicament.

“Stop! Do I need to gag you as well?” I asked, “or are you going to take your punishment like a good little slut?”

“No Sir, please don’t gag me. I’ll take my punishment,” she quickly replied.

“Very well then. You are going to become intimately familiar with the feel of the paddle this morning. This hopefully will serve as a reminder to you of what will happen should you disobey or displease me in any way,” I sternly added. I was unsure of what her limits were going to be, so I was a bit nervous as I proceeded.

Wanting to ensure this moment stayed forever etched in her memory, I decided on impulse to grab the digital video camera from the dresser and, along with a discarded shoebox, positioned the camera on the box at the head of the bed facing my wife’s upturned face. Now, this was a bit of a risk for me as my wife had never wanted to film ourselves having sex before, despite my repeated requests. This time, though, she offered no complaint.

Once the camera was recording and focused on my wife’s face, I walked around to the end of the bed and grabbed the paddle from the floor. “Now slut, I want you to look at that camera. You will continue to look at that camera throughout your punishment. Under no circumstances are you to look away. Is that clear?” I asked.

Meekly, she quickly replied, “yes Sir.”

“Now look into the camera and explain to all of our viewers what you are and why you are shackled in this position.”

Swallowing hard, she stared into the camera and whispered, “I’m a slut and I’m being punished for being disobedient.”

“I’m sorry, I don’t think anyone heard that. Louder please,” I ordered.

This time louder. “I’m a slut and I’m being punished for being disobedient.”

“Very good. Now after each stroke of the paddle you will look at the camera and count the stroke and then thank me,” I instructed, as I took up position on her right side allowing me to use my dominant left hand to wield the paddle.

SMACK. I brought the paddle down hard against her left ass cheek. A shriek erupted from Omolara as her upper body began to lift up off the bed. Having anticipated this movement, I had my right hand hovering over her back and quickly shoved her back into the bed. When she didn’t say anything after a few seconds I added,

“I guess that stroke didn’t count. And let me make this clear. If you do not stay in position as I’ve ordered you to do, then I will tie you down to this bed and I will double the number of strokes. Is that clear?” I asked menacingly.

“Yes sir. I’m sorry Sir. I’ll do better next time,” she quickly replied.

“Very well, let’s start again.” SMACK. This one on her right ass cheek. Another shriek from Omolara, but this time she stayed in position, and looking at the camera said “one. Thank you, sir.”

SMACK.

“Two. Thank you, sir.”

SMACK.

“Three. Thank you sir.” With each blow, I was alternating between ass cheeks, trying to turn every inch of exposed red. After ten strokes to each cheek, and each being carefully counted by my wife who by the end of it was a blubbering mess, I stopped and put the paddle down.

Reaching out, I began to soothingly rub her raw buttocks. This elicited a murmur of pleasure from my wife who was still looking into the lens of the recording video camera.

“Now I have one more surprise for you this morning,” I stated as I reached down to the floor and retrieved the final item I had placed there earlier. It was a small pink butt plug that measured 5″ long and 1 ½” across at its widest point. Holding it up for the camera to see, I explained to my wife,

“I bought a butt plug for you. You already know that I intend on using your ass as I would your pussy or mouth, so I thought it best if we start to stretch it out, so you will be better able to accommodate me.”

Reaching down with my left hand I drove two fingers knuckles deep in her moist, wet pussy. “Wow, I bet our viewers would be interested in knowing that your pussy is soaking wet from the spanking. It appears the lady here gets off on the punishment and being made to humiliate herself for the camera. Isn’t that right?” I ask

“Yes Sir,” was the whispered reply.

“I’m sorry, I don’t think the viewers heard that.”

Louder this time and looking into the camera. “Yes Sir.”

Continuing to work my fingers in and out of her pussy, Omolara was practically purring by the time I pulled my fingers out and replaced them with the butt plug. The plug slipped easily into my wife’s pussy and was quickly coated in her juices. Removing the plug I placed the tip of it against her virgin rosebud and advised,

“You had best start relaxing your asshole because this plug is going in one way or the other.”

I then began putting slight pressure on the plug and marvelled as the tip slowly entered her ass and began to stretch her sphincter. I moved the plug slowly in and out, going a little deeper with each thrust, watching her sphincter stretch further and further as it got closer to the fattest part of the plug. Soon my wife was grunting with pleasure and was pushing back against the plug on each thrust.

“Tell the camera what’s happening to you,” I ordered.

Between grunts and with clenched teeth, she looked into the camera and said, “you’re forcing a butt plug into my virgin ass.”

“And be honest, are you enjoying having your asshole spread wide for me?” I asked.

“Yes Sir,” was the response between more grunts.

Sweat had broken out on my wife’s forehead from the exertion and concentration required to take this thing up her ass. Her breathing had quickened as well and small rivulets of juice began to trickle down her inner thigh. None of this escaped my notice, as with one final shove, I buried the fattest part of the plug into her asshole. A loud moan escaped my wife’s lips as she felt her sphincter muscle quickly close up around the small shaft at the base of the plug.

“There you go, you’ve taken the entire plug into your ass.” Rubbing her ass, I asked, “would you like me to fuck you, now that your ass is filled with a plug?”

“Oh, yes Sir,” she quickly replied, still looking into the camera.

Needing no further encouragement, I took my already hardened cock and buried it to the hilt in her soaking wet pussy. A loud moan came from Omolara at the second intrusion. Again, no effort was needed to bury the entire length of my shaft in her tight pussy.

Grabbing a handful of hair at the back of her head I again pulled hard on her head each time I hammered home. This also served to keep her facing the camera throughout her ordeal. Each time I bottomed out, my abdomen pushed against the plastic base of the plug in her ass so that to her, it felt like two cocks were fucking her at the same time.

She was soon moaning and squirming beneath me as our orgasms built together. When she was near, she began to plead, “please Sir can I cum? I need to cum so badly.”

Needing no further encouragement, as I felt my own orgasm ready to explode, I bellowed, “cum for me. Let the viewers watch you cum from having two cocks in you at the same time.”

At that, I began to hammer her ass like a man on a mission. The sound of my body slapping against hers was like the sound of a machine gun. Soon she erupted in a blood-curdling scream, as her orgasm overtook her, and she began to thrash in ecstasy.

Feeling mine was imminent, I yanked out of her and scrambled up on the bed to begin shooting an immense load all over her face, which was still contorted in pleasure from her own orgasm. And to top it all off, the camera had caught the whole thing, including the beautiful facial Omolara had just received.

Once we had both settled down, and I had unfastened her wrists, I asked, “and what are you supposed to do with my cum?”

“Eat it, sir,” she replied shyly and began scooping it off her face and into her mouth in front of the camera. Once her face was sufficiently clean, I turned the camera off and offered her my cock to clean as well.

Once done she slowly stood up on shaky legs and, with her eyes downcast, murmured,

“Thank you Sir for teaching me a lesson. Can I go and make you your breakfast now?”

“Yes you may,” I replied with a smile on my face as I watched her scamper off out of the room with a small pink plastic object protruding from between her ass cheeks.

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