Amanda's Lesson
Michael De Santa pulled into his driveway, he had Phil Collins "I Don't Care Anymore" blasting from his radio. He parked into his garage, and turned his car off. He walked into his house when he heard giggling and banging going on upstairs "Oh Jesus fucking Christ, not again!' he shouted as he ran upstairs. He ran into his room where he saw Amanda and a young guy who looked about 25 in the bed having sex. "Get the fuck off my wife!" he shouted before darting over to the man. He pulled him off of Amanda and immediately started beating the shit out of him. "Michael leave him alone!" she shouted. Michael grabbed the man by the back of his head and neck before slamming his face in the doorframe. After that he let the mam go, who then ran off and left the house.
"What the fuck was that asshole doing in my house!?" Michael shouted. "He was being a good lover Michael, something you haven't been in years." She replied Michael's face turned red with fury, he grabbed Amanda by her arm and threw her over his knee. His hand came down on her left ass cheek (wham) there was the first swat. He swatted her a second time on her right cheek, soom he was alternating spanking the left cheek followed by the right, then left again. (Smack, smack, smack smack, smack, smack.) Amanda grunted and wimpered with every swat. She had nevet been spanked before but knew she didn't like it. "I let you live in MY house!" Michael shouted while spanking her. "I spoil you, by you everything you want. And you're gonna fuck around on ME with every Tom, Dick, & Harry who looks your way?" Amanda felt tears run down her cheeks as her other cheeks were getting burned up. "Michael, stop it hurts!" Amanda shouted crying. "Oh we're just getting started. This has been a long time coming!" Michael shouted back. He stood up grabbing Amanda by her arm.
He walked over to the dresser, where she had a wooden hairbrush. He grabbed the hairbrush, and sat back down. He once again put Amanda over his knee. (Smack) the hairbrish sound made as he swatted her left cheek. (Smack) again on het right cheek, back and forth like before alternating cheeks with every swat. Amanda was sobbing at this point. "Michael, please I'm sorry!" Michael didn't let up. He gabe get a good 30 swats on each cheek before he finished. Amanda was sobbing, rubbing her ass. It was red amd blistered. "Are we done?" she asked before turning around. As she turned to look at Michael she saw him taking off his belt. "No we're far from it." Michael said before grabbing Amanda by the arm again. "Bend over the bed." He said. Amanda did as she was told knowing Michael would just be harder on her if she resisted.
Amanda bent over the bed, her naked red ass stuck up in the air. There was no denying that when Michael saw his beautiful naked trophy wife scared, and hurting it turned him on. He raised his belt up and as hard as he could he swatted her on her ass. (Smack, smack, smack. smack, smack, smack, smack, smack) Michael gave her a good 25 swats. Amamda was screaming, crying, and sobbing "Michael please I'm sorry. I wont do it again, Michael please!" Amanda was completely broken her big red naked ass was blistered. Michael put his belt back on "Ok bitch, now go to bed. You lost all your privileges for tonight. I'm taking your cellphone. And you can't leave the house for a week." Amanda nodded as she got under the covers and laid in bed. Michael turned the light off and walked out the door, closing it on his way out. Michael went downstairs and poured himself a drink and went out to the pool.