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Sharon Tamed by the HairbrushAbout eight or nine years ago Sharon and I were on the beach. It was a fairly secluded spot – we were the only ones there – and the time was about half five on a sunny August day. I was ready to go home but Sharon had fancied a swim first – she’d wanted to make the most of what was left of the weekend.”I’ll nip off now and start preparing tea, by the time you get back it’ll be on the table,” I’d suggested.”That’s fine,” she had responded.She’d then stood up and slipped off her shorts – she was already topless – and I’d studied her superb naked body as she’d waded out into the surf.The beach had gently shelved so she would have had a few hundred yards or so before it became deep enough to swim.I have to tell you that Sharon was sometimes exhilarated by the prospect of exposing herself in public, or rather the risk of being caught nude out in the open.We had shagged the year previous under the Worsley Monument on an Autumn Sunday afternoon and it had been extremely exciting as we could have easily been caught totally naked by hikers – she had been absolutely soaking and I had been rock hard too. Happy memories.Sorry, I’ve gone off on a tangent.Anyway, as I gathered up our belongings and intending to leave behind for her just her towel, shorts and vest an evil thought entered my mind, an evil thought I just couldn’t resist.I picked up… everything so that there would be no clothes, or towels even, for her to cover herself up. It was mean. It was fucking mean.Just before I’d turned to leave the beach I’d glimpsed her swimming strongly in the turquoise water – and oblivious to her fate.I’d then started to laugh – it was hard to stop.I then trudged up the sandy slipway and headed home.We didn’t actually live that far from the shore, about a third of a mile and only a ten or so minute walk; but that day I daresay it would have seemed just a little longer for Sharon than bahis siteleri normal…*About forty minutes later I was home having put the joint in the oven and also tidied away the gear from the beach.I’d been reclining on the sofa in the lounge skimming through Men are from Mars; Women from Venus when a shadow had hurried along the window. The front door had then been angrily drummed.”Fucking let me in, you… bastard.”I had let her in, totally naked with her long chestnut hair still matted by the salt water – and she had appeared a tad upset.She’d immediately slapped my cheek hard with her right hand before beating her fists against my chest repeatedly, all the time mouthing obscenities. “You fucking, fucking nasty bastard, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you!””Calm down, dear, you’re not at work now!”This was a sarcastic reference to her having successfully recently completed an Anger Management module as part of her training.I had then grabbed her wrists at this point but it didn’t prevent her from attempting to kick then knee me in the nuts.Then she tried to head butt me.”You have totally fucking humiliated me!” she had sniffed.At this point I’d visualized her running naked, in that ungainly fashion that women do, through the pleasant residential thoroughfares with one arm across her breasts, the other protecting her modesty, whilst all the time sobbing.I’d also wondered, in addition, if her boss had seen her, since he lived on the route – what a satisfying prospect that would have been!”Our relationship is… over. I want the bungalow on the market… tomorrow.”At the time I had thought that that would be sad since the relationship had suddenly started to get… interesting.”Let go of… me,” she had said a split second before spitting in my face.Now that had been a red rag to a bull and I’d flipped – enough was a fucking enough!I then twisted her bare left arm up behind her back to which she had canlı bahis siteleri squealed with the pain. I then roughly manhandled her such that she ended up across my lap on the sofa and then proceeded to spank her on each buttock hard synchronizing each smack with a word:”Your,”
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