“Beautiful. Now let us see what other delights we have here,” he said with a grin taking the wipe one of the Chinese assistants gave him to cleanse his fingers with.
Vidar felt Fallon push her body back against him beginning to shrink away from Janis as he swept his eyes over her body. Instinctively, Vidar pressed his own closer to remind her of his protective presence. The Billionaire did not like the way Bukelis looked at Fallon. There was a dangerous hunger in his eyes. He’d read about the man and what he had done to women. This play with the wives, testing the husbands was seductive and a game nothing more. But every time he looked at Fallon, Vidar could see the sexually deviant monster in Janis rise to the surface and smoulder in his grey eyes. He was capable of a violence Vidar didn’t even want Fallon to read about, let alone see or, God forbid, experience. Just being here in this room with her naked amongst all of these men was testing his very limits. If the bastard tried to touch her he would kill him no matter what. It made him wonder at what point did he fall in love with his beautiful hostage?
He watched Janis turn to the next man cupping one of his wife’s buttocks to give it a gentle squeeze. The man said nothing and neither did his wife. Janis raised his hand and spanked it hard across her butt making the woman jump back against her husband who continued to hold her firmly in place for Bukelis to play with as he desired. He repeated the action and Vidar could see the woman’s cheek colour rosy red. Janis tucked his fingers underneath her chin and tilted it up towards him. He looked directly into her eyes.
“I bet this one gives you a lot of trouble,” he said to her husband tilting his head to one side to study her closely.
The husband laughed.
“Yes, so much more than anyone realises.”
“Would you like me to spank her for you?”
The husband grinned.
“Why not? I would enjoy seeing her disciplined,” he replied his eyes wide with enthusiasm.
“Philip, you can’t be serious?” his wife protested.
“Jacinta, do as you are told,” he snapped. “I think this will do you a hell of a lot of good and help you settle down in our marriage,” he informed pushing her forward towards Bukelis.
Their host grinned and gently took hold of her arm bringing her towards him.
“Don’t worry, little one. I have a firm hand but I will not harm you.”
He led her naked body toward the back of the room near his desk and with a guiding hand he laid on the middle of her back, he gently made her bend forward.
“Take hold of your ankles,” he instructed in a soft dark voice.
“I’ve never been spanked before.” She sounded a little afraid.
“Then this will be a new experience for you.”
Bukelis made sure her bottom was facing them so they all could clearly see the delicious curve of her bare bottom and the pout of her lush pink vulva from behind together with the small dark puckered hole of her anus. Once more, Fallon pressed her body close to Vidar and he duly reciprocated her need for protection by placing his arm around her waist.
Janis smoothed his hand over each of the woman’s buttocks as she looked back at them all through her legs.
“Is this going to hurt?” she asked timidly in a small childlike voice which appeared to delight their host by the sudden glint in his eyes.
“It is going to sting more than hurt,” he informed in a parental tone. “Now be a good girl and hold your bottom steady for me.”
Janis stood to the side and placing his hand on the middle of her back to keep her in position, he raised his large, wide, male palm. He brought it crashing down on the left buttock making her yelp loudly. All of the women in the room gave a shocked gasp except Fallon who remained tight-lipped looking with distaste at the male chuckling and nods of approval. Vidar remained impassive determined not to betray any emotion either way. All he could think of was grabbing his sister and getting both her and Fallon out of there as fast as possible.
The second slap rained down hard on the opposite buttock. Bukelis took up his stride colouring the woman’s bottom a deep shade of crimson by the time he had spanked her bare bottom, alternating between striking the seat and the cheeks. A steady stream of tears flowed from her eyes and her whimpers turned into gentle sobs as he began to give the tender backs of her thighs some attention. Vidar watched her husband view the entertainment of his wife’s punishment with glee as though it were something he had been itching to do himself for a long time. Vidar greatly believed in taming a wife or woman with a spanking but the application of discipline should be enacted by the husband or lover themselves and no one else. Still, it was arousing to watch the woman so expertly taken to task.
Where are you, Stina? Why are you not with him?
When the spanking was dispensed with, Janis made the woman stay in her confined subservient position. He bent down onto his haunches and peered between her thighs. Her bottom was so red and hot, Vidar could have sworn he could feel the heat from where he was standing at the end of the semi-circle. He had to give the man credence for his work. He was an expert.
“Lovely,” he said. “You are soaking wet.” He moved a little so everyone in the room could view the glistening moisture clinging to the pink petal folds of her vagina and clitoris. “Your husband should spank you more often. I bet you are heavily aching in there. After pain, pleasure must always come, little
