George looked across at his wife, enjoying the intense expression on her face. He knew she very much enjoyed what she was doing. The tip of her tongue slipped between her lips as she drew her arm back and then,

Whhaack!

the leather strap in her hand cracked against the pair of bright-red buttocks writhing over the back of the padded bolster. The girl howled, she threw her head back and simply howled in pain as another stripe was painted across her plump backside. He nodded appreciatively, the little bitch had certainly felt that one. His wife was quite the expert with the strap, but then so she should be, she certainly practised enough. He smiled to himself as he listened to the girl cry and beg. He was trying to locate a patch of still-white buttock cheek but that was becoming increasingly difficult. He let her writhe for a little while longer, allowing her to absorb the pain. After all there was no need to rush, they had all afternoon if they wished. He drew his own arm back and waited until she calmed a little and presented a less difficult target. When he judged the moment right he brought his own implement of choice, a drilled, wooden paddle, down with considerable force,

Whaaap!

The noise of the paddle striking her bare bottom was quite deafening but was easily surpassed by the shriek of agony that the girl produced. Her legs flailed wildly but to no avail. She was quite securely fastened in position over the bench, her head low down and her thrashed buttocks placed at a convenient height. He placed a large, hairy hand possessively on the buttock cheek nearest to him. As usual he was impressed by the degree of heat radiating from the girl's arse. He squeezed and kneaded at it, oblivious to her protestations. In fact he greatly enjoyed her begging, that's why he hadn't put a ball-gag in her mouth. Sometimes they did that just for a change. It depended on what mood they were in, or if they had a hangover.

He looked across at Karen again, this time she caught his eye and smiled. She was quite a woman, he was lucky to have her. It can't be very often that a man finds his perfect soul mate, he mused. She was big and buxom, large powerful thighs, a big arse and droopy, pendulous breasts. He loved every inch of her, she was in his opinion a proper woman. He would have loved her if that was the only thing about her, but that wasn't all. Almost unbelievably they both shared the same dark predilections. a mutual love for rough sex was what originally brought them together but it went much deeper than that. She was, he soon discovered, a devious, manipulative, sadistic bitch. all of which only served to excite him even more. in the early days it quickly became clear that she liked to both give and ,to a lesser extent , receive pain. he himself was of a similar disposition and they happily experimented on each other. As they lay sated and exhausted in bed they began to fantasise about how they could improve their beautiful relationship. Their conclusion was that they required a victim, or preferably victims, to join them in their little games.

They advertised for and found willing participants but their pleasure, they realised, was limited by the willingness of their 'victims'. They discovered quite a number of masochists who were quite willing to have their backsides beaten to a pulp, some of them were even willing to pay for the privilege. But as entertaining as that was, the attraction soon began to pale. Without actually acknowledging the fact, even to each other, both realised what they wanted, what they really needed was an unwilling victim. It would have to be a woman, they decided. Karen was bi, but George was strictly hetro so that would work. They discussed their 'ideal 'playmate, attractive, small, shy and submissive seemed to be ideal attributes. Without actually agreeing that the next step might be a little perilous, a little illegal maybe, they set to work. One of the most exciting things about their relationship and their mutual pleasures as far as they were concerned was the fact that both were, on the outside at least, fine upstanding members of their local community. Karen for example held a well-paid administrative job in an eminently respectable company and had done so for the last twenty years. George had inherited the large detached house they shared and a surprisingly large amount of money from his hardly-missed parents.

Although he didn't particularly need the work George busied himself with his security business. It was quite a profitable concern but that was really only a cover for his true purpose. What it did do was enable him to spy, both on his own clients and anybody who took his fancy really. The technical advances in micro-cameras and listening equipment had been truly incredible. Now, on almost all of his jobs, he installed a secret listening device and camera somewhere within the building. it was, he concluded, quite amazing what people got up to when they thought they were safely ensconced within four walls. He and Karen liked to fuck while they watched some of the more salacious incidents captured forever by George's all-seeing cameras. Then they'd whisper into each other's ears about what they'd like to do to some of the more attractive participants.

***

Whhaack!

The sound of leather smacking against naked flesh brought George back from his reminiscing. The howling and shrieking continued, the girl begged them to stop and promised that in future she'd be the best behaved little girl ever, if only they'd stop hurting her. George smiled at that, it always amused him when one of their girls presumed to offer them a bargain. They were absolutely in no position to try and negotiate. As far as he was concerned they were his chattel, rather than rational, independent human beings. Slightly annoyed by her attitude, George raised his paddle and brought it crashing down again.

Whaaap!

She didn't appear to be learning her lesson very well. To be fair though their current girl was one of his favourites, a runaway they'd picked up cold and shivering in the pouring rain. Karen had been driving as she almost always did, he'd been sat in the back hidden by the blacked-out windows. Convinced by Karen's solicitous enquires regarding her health and seduced by her offer of a cup of tea and a hot meal the girl had climbed into the vehicle. By the time she'd realised there was a man in the back of the car it was too late to complain. Karen locked all the doors in the car from her position in the driving seat and drove off. This particular girl was so wet and demoralised that she didn't protest as they drove the twenty miles back to their secluded house, in fact she was almost asleep as they car slowly crunched over the gravel drive. George had climbed out and opened the passenger door. Taking a firm grip on her unprotesting wrist he propelled her through the front door and heard it bang behind them as Karen shut and bolted it.