Advent Day 19: Fantasy Monday- The Godfather

The Godfather

Please click on this link- but not at work. But, if you are (like me) a bit delicate about what videos you will expose yourself to, then trust me, this will not offend.
I am trying to work out how to embed the video in my post and until then, this will have to do.

This is a perfect little snippet because it is so imperfect.

There are elements of gold in it; the focus on the lowering of her knickers, the leaning forward of the observer, the perfect view of her bottom.

And then there is the vanilla silliness; the cigar in the stocking top, the spanking so light it would not cause anything than boredom and the cuckolded observer who appears so agog that he should never observe, let alone take part in, any adult activities.

But this is what we would do.

The man sitting on the left who leans forward to watch, would stand up after the second pathetic swat. He would remove the cigar from her stockings and give it to the old man. The old man and the adult boy would be sent out, perhaps to pick tomatoes, something very mafia.

And then, still observed by his two compatriots the strong, dark haired man would spank her. He would do so with his hand at first, removing instantly that self satisfied smile she has. Her beautiful pale bottom would turn light pink and then crimson. Her forehead would be creased with pain as she would lose her composure. His face would never alter, that serious and yet mild interest. Young and strong he would spank her hard, little sign of any effort all the time resting one tanned hand on her back to keep her steady.

Afterwards he would offer her a choice. She could leave at that moment, never to return or she could go with him, accepting at first his belt and then his relationship.

She would accept him, of course.

In his bedroom he bends her over his bed and removes his jacket watching her red and swollen bottom tremble slightly as she waits for him. His belt slips through the loops of his trousers, a small sound of announcement before he wraps it expertly around his hand.

He talks between the stripes. He explains about respect, about fidelity, about consequences and finally about love as he saves her from the man that had driven her to ignoble acts.

Finally, he turns her around and lays her on the bed. She watches him undress, her painted mouth a little open as she sees the hard arms and broad chest of the man that has claimed her. And then he does claim her. His eyes are tender as he enters her with each hard stroke, his hands are firm as they pin her wrists above her head. She surrenders over and over again, each time a wave of pleasure that she cannot control.

Would you like another?