Marilyn giggled excitedly.
Naked and face down on her own bed, she giggled again as Derek tied her slender ankles and wrists to the four bedposts with silk scarves. "Make it good and tight!" she told him, wiggling her bare ass.
"You won't get loose."
With her shapely legs spread behind her, the young blonde could feel the slick lips of her pink cunt gaping wetly, her hot juices already beginning to ooze from her hairy snatch. "Wow, my pussy's sopping!"
Derek, finished tying her to the bed, walked over and picked up a broad leather belt from the dresser. "This belt's going to sting your ass a lot more than the hairbrush," he warned her.
"I know!" Marilyn gushed, tingling already with the thought of it.
"Selling the Suttons' mansion was really a great break," Derek said to his pretty wife when he stood over her with the belt. He ran a hand lightly up the back of one of her firm thighs and gave her round little ass a squeeze. "That money should last us quite awhile."
"It sure will." Marilyn sighed dreamily, trembling. "Especially since Blake gave you a job with Thomas Realty. I kind of like the idea of you and me working together."
Raising the belt, Derek laughed softly. "At least we'll be able to keep an eye on each other."
Then he brought the belt down in a whistling arc, Marilyn stiffening with a gurgling cry when it cracked against her bare ass. She strained against the silk scarves with every muscle in her supple body, squirming wildly as Derek brought the stinging belt down across her wiggling ass repeatedly.
"Harder, Derek!" the lithe young blonde wailed. "Whip my ass off with that damn belt! Make it sting! Uhhhh! That's the way! Harder, harder! I love it! Ohhhhhhh!"