Julie's Belt Licking! (part 2)

Carrying on from Julie's Belt Licking! (part 1).

So we drove to Tracy's house, giggling and re-living the Roots scene. We went into her house, and immediately we were greeted by her husband John. What a hunk! I remembered he had been handsome from when we met casually when Tracy and I were co-workers, but really! I don't think there was an ounce of fat on him, and his muscles were bulging out his tight shirt. He had a sexy unshaven look. He smiled and exuded a confidence about himself. This was the man I was going to be showing my bare ass and pussy to!

Tracy immediately excused herself to go to the bathroom leaving John and I alone. I put out my hand to shake, but he blew past it to give me a hug, "oh, a hug is it?" I said good naturedly and a bit nervously and he said something like, "I've heard so much about you that I feel as if I already know you."

I just stood there and he broke off and leaned back casually against the wall. I noticed his thumbs were hooked into his jeans pockets and his fingers pointing down towards you know where.

"Nice to see you at last," I said.

He said: "Same here, and I understand I'll be seeing a lot more of you later tonight?"

Oh gosh! Yes he sure would!!! We chatted a bit more, it was all sexy teasing talk, and for the life of me I cannot remember exactly what was said. I think I was very flustered by the situation, and by this very sexy man!

Tracy rescued us and I asked her if I could use the loo, and excused myself.

When I got back down they were in the living room and I joined them. I handed Tracy my red bag and she said, "well what have we here?"

She pulled out my strap-on with the mid-sized dildo in it, an extra dildo, a bit smaller and the belt I had brought. She did that right in front of John, of course.

"You know what," she said, "I actually went out earlier this week and bought my very own strap-on to use on you. But I see you brought two dildos, and then we bought that vibrator. So now you have three dildos. Whatever are we going to do with three dildos?"

"I can think of something," said John. And what he meant was to simultaneously stuff my mouth, pussy, and asshole!

It was sort of embarrassing to have Tracy pull out my strap-on in front of her husband. It was my acquiescence to getting fucked by it!

"Look at this one I just bought her," said Tracy as she unboxed my new Wild Orchid Evolved dildo. "I think it needs to be charged? Can you take care of that?" she asked John. He took the thing and figured out how to get it going and plug it in. Meanwhile Tracy told me to go upstairs and change into my new onesey for them to see.

I went up and changed. Certainly bra off. Panties on or panties off? I went for it with a fluttering stomach. In for a penny in for a pound! It was a bit big, but 'kinda cute! I came back down again.

"It's darling," said Tracy. "Come on, give me your phone, I want to take a picture." I had to stand there and model it while Tracy snapped some shots. "Turn around, face the curtain." She took some from behind. "John, can you please unfasten her little trapdoor."

Oh my gosh! John came up behind me as I was facing a curtain. He knelt down on one knee behind me and undid the buttons behind. I knew my little butt was peeping out at him!

"No panties," John said to Tracy.

"Good! She won't be needing them," said Tracy. "Pull them apart, sweetie, for the camera, let's get a good look." SNAP.

"Stay like that. Let John get a good look." I had to stand there, just like that, baring my cheeks for her husband's viewing pleasure. I could feel the air on them. Those were about to be well-spanked cheeks!

"Turn around now, let's see you from the front," said Tracy. She came up in front of me and started unbuttoning the front from the top down. As she did this she looked me right in the eye. When it was all the way unbuttoned she leaned in and gave me a big kiss on the mouth. She also grabbed my breast with her hand. She stepped back and arranged me and my onesey for another photo.

She then said she wanted one more pose from me, showing off the position I would be whipped in, and the belts that would be used.

This first one shows Tracy's new belt that I bought for her at Roots (and my butt!)

This next one shows the belt I brought along. It also shows a lot more pussy than I imagined it would!!!!! What a view for John!

I'm sorry to disappoint, but I'm afraid that's all the pictures that were taken. After that we just got into it, all three of us, and it was a whirlwind and there was never another thought for the camera. Sorry!

Tracy then stood me up again and faced me square on. She asked if I was ready for my spanking. I answered "Yes Tracy". She corrected me and I had to say "Yes Ma'am" to her. She said she expected that from me for the rest of the evening. That made my knees a little week. She decided to take me across her lap first.

She sat at the end of the big black leather ottoman (exactly where those last two pics were taken) and took me across her knee. This was a familiar position. I had been well-paddled here once before! My head was dangling just above the floor, and my hands were supporting me in front of my head. My toes just barely touched the floor on the other side.

She pulled the trapdoor of my onesie to the side and started lightly spanking me. When I turned my head and craned it around a bit I could see John standing there watching my ass with great interest! Tracy was having trouble holding the onesey open with only one hand so she told me to reach back and pull it apart, as in the photos above. I did so, which put me in a precariously balanced position, but allowed Tracy to spank me with a bit more gusto. So far, only light spanks.

She got a bit tired of this and stood me on my feet. She again made me face her and asked quietly if it was alright for John to strip me. "yes ma'am," I answered quietly. She told John to come over and help me out of my onesie. He came over and unbuttoned everything. Then from behind me he slipped it down off my shoulders, and puddled it down to my feet. Shivers of pleasure went through me as he did this! He crouched and held the legs down as I stepped out of it. I covered my breasts and pussy with my hands.

I was the center of attention. Somebody commented on this last time. How it is intoxicating as a subby in a multi-way scene to be the absolute center of attention. I certainly felt that.

"Aren't you the modest one," said Tracy, commenting on how I covered myself up to John's no doubt greedy gaze. I was feeling very, extremely, naked.

Tracy took me back across her knee. Again I was head down, toes just touching, and bottom high. So tummy churning to bend over completely naked like this for a spanking while a man watches. What a sight I must have been!

One would have thought I would have kept my legs tightly together, clenched my ass cheeks, and tried to stay as flat as I could. One would have been very wrong! Instead, I spread my legs a bit and stuck my ass up higher in the air. At the same time I did this I blushed furiously at the sights I was presenting to John!

"Oh! Good girl!" said Tracy, commenting on my submissive posturing. She rubbed my ass and gave it very gentle smacks. As she smacked, I pushed my ass and pussy up higher. She reached her hand down and started caressing my already moist pussy. I moaned in pleasure and pumped my bottom high in the air.

"Someone's very horny," said Tracy.

"I haven't cum for a week..." I whined. Tracy told me I was not allowed to cum until I saw her tonight so I would be "hot and ready for her".

"That's right. I forgot."

She forgot!!?!

She spanked some more and caressed some more and I moaned and writhed in pleasure, reveling in both the sexiness and the embarrassment of it all, to be putting on such a show for her man!

"May John touch?" asked Tracy of me.

"yes ma'am..." I said in a small voice. It would have been very hypocritical not to at this point. Besides, I was in such a state. I wanted it!

Next thing I felt John's rougher hand on my ass cheeks, rubbing and kneading them. It felt like electricity.

"On her little treasure," said Tracy helpfully to John, meaning my pussy.

I felt John's hand caressing my pussy lips, dipping a bit inside "my treasure". His finger lightly circling my clit and then touching it a bit. I pushed my ass up higher, welcoming his caress. He pulled at my lips and then pushed his fingers in a bit deeper. I could feel his fingers just penetrating me lightly, caressing the entrance and the deeper wall of my vagina. I moaned again in pleasure and desire. I wanted a good fucking just then, even if only his fingers. Boundaries be damned! He took his hand away reluctantly and I writhed in frustration and distress, saying "nooooooo".

"More of that later, little missy," said Tracy. Then I got spanked. It felt like I was being spanked for being such a horny little tramp with her husband. She got a bit more serious on the spanking, and properly warmed up my ass all over. "Naughty, naughty, naughty," she said as she spanked.

Tracy stood me up. I was breathless from the fondling and the sensuous spanking. John looked at me with a big smile on his face. I looked away and down at the floor, and covered myself again with my hands.

"Time for the belt I think," proclaimed Tracy.

I went up to her and said in my best little girl voice, "maybe we can just skip the belt and go straight up to your bedroom, ma'am? John can come too." I was testing her. I did want a belt licking. But I wanted to see if the hint of the threesome was enough to have her forget all this spanking business and go straight for what I knew she had been after all along.

"Oh no," said Tracy, "you're getting a belt whipping. A real good one too." I was actually happy she said that. It meant she was into it! But scared at the same time. My poor ass!

She took a couch cushion and a blanket over it and positioned that at the end of the ottoman. She told me to bend over that. I went over. My body was about like the following image in terms of positioning.

Maybe my ass a bit more elevated, like the picture below, which also has an ottoman and a pillow under her hips.

Tracy started with the new belt. She just started in whipping it down. She was good! No wraparound, all the strokes seemingly just where she aimed them. Most of them to my under-ass cheeks. At first they were not that hard, but then she started whipping harder and it started hurting! She then declared I would get 50 with this belt, and after that 50 with the other. "Noooo!" I yelled, but the whipping started in earnest nonetheless.

The next 50 were ridiculous! She had just been warming up on those first dozen or so. Now that she had hit her stride, each and every stroke was a searing band of leather across my tender bum cheeks!

She did a bunch from one side of me, and then walked around and did another bunch from the other side of me. I did not bother being quiet. I yelled my little lungs out!

"Spread your legs!" she commanded. Oh shit. I did as I was told. "Wider!" Oh my gosh. I felt like a little whore advertising my charms to her husband like that. She whipped down onto my thighs. First one and then the other. The belt licked around onto my inner thighs. I thought of Daddy as this was happening to me. Of all the sass I had given him. I knew these licks came straight from him!

She went straight behind me and she whipped the belt down vertically on my cheeks and then down the center of my bottom cleft. I was terrified the belt would strike my pussy! I tried closing my legs but was told to keep them wide.

She finished off the 50 with more strokes right up and onto my lower bum cheeks. By now I was actually crying and saying "no more, please!" It was exciting for me to be begging her to stop in the presence of her husband, and her not stopping at all. She completed the full measure of 50, and then told me to stand up. I stood and clutched my bottom cheeks, presenting a full frontal view to her and her husband.

"Now, 50 more with the belt you brought," said Tracy gleefully.

"No! Please!" I said.

"No please, what? How do you address me?" demanded Tracy.

"No please, Ma'am," I said, obediently.

"50 more," is all she said. "I want you to lie across John's lap for these. Is that ok?"

"yes ma'am..." I said.

John sat on the edge of the ottoman, and I bent down over his knees. His legs felt large and strong. I could feel his hard cock poking into my tummy!

He clamped his strong hand down onto my lower back. I arched my back for him, presenting Tracy with a better target. With his other hand he cradled my head and face, stroking my cheek intimately.

"How are her tits?" asked Tracy.

John's hand dropped to my chest and grabbed a boob. "They're beautiful," said John. He lingered a bit and then came back up and held my face.

Tracy then whipped the belt down hard onto my ass cheeks. Holy shit! The black braided leather belt was wicked. It was worse than the other one, but not by that much. Maybe 20% worse?

This whipping was more straightforward. I just got whipped. Pure and simple. Stroke after stroke after stroke. I knew I was wiggling ridiculously across John's lap, and I had some dim awareness that his cock was hard and his left hand was alternating between stroking my cheek, my hair, and my boobs; but honestly, 99% of my attention was on my abused bottom!

I somehow got through them all, and Tracy declared I was done. I stood up and said "thank you, sir" to John, for his service and his comforting of me during my whipping. Then I turned to Tracy and buried my head in her breast as I cried. She hugged me and felt up my burning hot butt. "Poor baby," she said. "Did you like that?"

"yes ma'am..." I did like it.

"Shall we go upstairs now?" she asked. "Can John come?"

"yes ma'am," I said breathlessly, to both questions.

We all went upstairs to Tracy's and John's bedroom.

To be continued in Julie's Belt Licking! (part 3).