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    I toyed with my glass and studied John's face, he was sweating and I also noticed his hand was shaking, he was drunk, he had to be, otherwise he would not have been so blatant or sexist.John was 64 unmarried and, according to my husband, harbored a fascination for girls bums, 'So he prefers Anal sex', I queried, 'Possibly', my husband replied, 'But to date none of us know for sure, he talks about spanking and even gives a playful smack to some, but?'.He tailed off, as John's celibacy could account for his sexual ignorance, his inability to fraternize with females, or even relate to them.Clearly even my marriage to his friend, did not stop him 'Hitting on me', he was horny, that was obvious.Before answering I toyed with the idea of playing along with him, it's a nice warm feeling to be wanted, I knew I ticked all his boxes, especially his fascination with my bum, round and shapely, an object of desire and sexual release, and the later played hard on the Mad Majors, list of things to do.I smiled, not showing any reaction to his question, Scandinavian coolness, 'Some more brandy, Major?' His presumptuous title had no military bearing, just a nick-name from his obsession for disciplining women, by spanking them.I rose from my seat and reached for the brandy bottle and sidled alongside him and poured a copious amount into his glass.I had adopted this position as I knew from an earlier experience, he liked to run his hand up the back of my leg, and caress my rump with a slow circular motion.'Major', I scolded him lightly, not dismissing him, after all, I was deriving some pleasure from his unflattering attention.As I poured into his brandy glass I pressed my body against him, secretly encouraging him to 'have a feel', as I poured.'Say when Major', I poured and looked at him. He was looking up at me, his face was ruddy and sweaty, 'I know what you need, Miss Mariel', and suddenly his hand was caressing the back of my thigh, only this time my feet were placed at his regimental eighteen inches apart, a distance he often quoted, he would insist on before administering the cane across a pair of desirable feminine buttocks.He had a weird looking smile on his lips, 'Stroke, stroke stroke', he muttered, his hand venturing higher with each mouthing, I remained calm, but enjoyed the attention he sought, I was determined to let him have his feel, so it was down to my nerve now.My train of thought was interrupted, when he suggested I liked to be stroked, and I must confess I was enjoying the inching-up of my back and inner thigh caressing, he was doing it softly and slowly and what's more, his fingertips were toying with the tops of my stockings and warm nude flesh, inches from the start of the curve of my buttocks, where I thought he was aiming for.I had rested both my hands on the dining table, having stopped pouring his drink. My head hung slightly and my legs were rigid, but occasionally my knees would buckle, he was pleasuring me and soon I would let a soft moan escape, John heard this and he would mutter another dirty description of my filth, 'You're a slut', and he touched my pussy and my knees buckled.John turned in his seat and trapped my between his legs, his hand working away between my legs, open faced and caressing my nude buttocks, delving between my cheeks and inserting his fingers into my pussy and masturbating me.With his free hand, the Major took hold of the hem of my skirt and pulled it all the way up to my hips, revealing my bum in its naked glory, not to mention a birds eye view of his fingering of my cunt.I groaned again, his humiliating remark of not letting me cum until he disciplined me.There was a strange yet wondrous feeling about sex, debasement, domineering and submission, I was submitting to this mans sexual fantasies, but deriving sexual pleasure from it.It sounded louder than the pain I felt, his open-handed smack on my buttocks, it left a warm glowing feeling that mingled and mixed with the pleasure he was administering on my open pussy, I groaned, and in doing so I began to wonder if this man was really celibate or sexually immature, after all he was doing to me what sounded absurd, such a short time ago.A second then third smack came and went, the realization I was taking it in my stride drove him into the need for something more painful, he wanted to hurt me, a recognition of his domination, so the major pulled his thick leather belt off, and dropped his pants and underpants, letting me see his cock for the first time, he was embolden by my submission, and told me as such, 'I'm going to fuck you, in the arse, the way you like it', each short sentence said with a strong emphasis, and at that he brought his heavy leather belt across the buttocks he was going to sexually assault soon.I watched as he lifted and brought his belt down across my quivering buttocks, noting his flaccid penis stiffening with each administration on my yielding bum.I had lost count by the time he pushed against me, I felt the slight pressure as he pushed forward, but was too numb to realize he was fucking my ass, and it was a short time later as the numbness subsided I could feel him move around inside my bum.In one sense the numbness was a blessing as he passed through my sphincter muscle opening with no pain, and by the time feeling returned, I was open enough to accommodate him.There were pleasures from anal fucking, majors cock being long, rubbed against my 'G-spot' and I found myself rising and aiming for him to pleasure me there, though he could be forgiven for thinking I just loved it in my arse.When John had finished and pulled away from me, I saw traces of blood on his bared torso, my blood, coming from the huge welts rising on my bum, he really did make a god awful mess of my bum.I showered and applied cream to my derriere, and was just emerging from the bathroom when my husband walked back through the front door, with the dog in tow.'Everything Ok', he asked, obviously oblivious to what had just transpired 20 minutes ago, I just nodded and he smiled, calling out to Major that he was back, and at that they both laughed, though somehow I think the Mad Major was laughing the loudest, another friends wife debauched.

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