And although the blows landed on my back and ass I did everything I could to get a glimpse of the glorious Wanda taking of her stocking, exposing her long delicate thighs. And the President noticed it too, since the blows lost their vigor as well. But know the stocking flew through the air and was stuffed in my mouth I knew it would get serious again!
And indeed, I managed to concentrate on the beautiful feet that I was to worship. But it was hard to cling unto it, since she was beating me harder and harder, without aiming properly. Not caring where she hit me, as long as she followed the guidance of Wanda. But when I looked at Wanda I saw she was a bit bored, this wasn’t what she intended!
“My friend is in pain, the poor boy. See men aren’t capable of getting real pleasures from life. Don’t know the real pain we woman have to bare at least once a month”.
There was silence now, the President had stopped beating me, I could hear her ragged breath, she had been working hard. And I was really in a bad shape. I was glad she stopped, and listened to wanda as she continued.
“what do you think dear, shall we show the little man pig that we can do better?”
Silence again, the the President spoke
“I accept this challenge miss Wanda, with joy in my heart”
Then she walked up to one of the central columns in the room. Let the remains of the dress fall, and started pulling of her stockings.
“no my love, that should be my task” spoke Wanda.
And Wanda got up from that huge chair, not an easy task to stay elegant. But Wanda strived for her goal, simply pulled up the dress till her waist and got up. She kicked off the remaining shoe and went for the President. The dress remained as it was, and gave me a glorious look of the Divine behind of my Wanda! God, that ass, those legs. I could not believe my eyes, again just a garter. Such beauty. She knelt before the President and started her touch at the foot, slowly letting her fingers trail along her leg upwards. I could see the President loved it, it felt so good she closed her eyes. Then Wanda started pulling the stockings down. Her mouth close to the glorious cave I had already visited earlier. Wanda gave it little kisses. Teasing like. Then the other stocking, same procedure. The teasing touch, she slow journey upwards her leg, the kissing of the secret garden and the descent. There stood the President. Naked, an older woman, but in glorious shape, and she knew it. She wasn’t shy, she seemed strong and confident. When Wanda came up she threw herself on the President. Pressing her hard into the column she was leaning against. She held her mouth wide open and covered the President mouth, hungry like a wolf. They kissed hard, passionate; it was like sparks from a fire in the night sky! Then she withdrew, took the flogger from the Presidents hand and turned her around. And she showed the President she had a very skilled hand as well, leaving deep dark scars on that beautiful bare back!
The flogger was as mean as its handler! When Wanda started she was nice enough, showing little welts, easy slapping on her back, a bit tougher on her ass. She wanted to get a response, and there was little. No I even sensed impatience with the President, like thing Wanda was just a pussy! That she, the President a mature and gorgeous woman was able to take much more than those playful strokes. But that did not take really long, the signal was conveyed and received, loud and clear. Wanda started lower long, the back of her knees, the back of the thighs. Short vicious strokes that had a strong impact. She took her time, 5 lashes left. Pause. Then 5 lashes right. And so on, until I noticed a slight tremble of her legs, muscles responding to the pressure, the abue. When the time was ready for her ass she made sure her lashes were concentrated, strong. And even aiming at her ass crack. Now I could her satisfying grunts from the president. And suddenly Wanda stepped forward, trust the handle of the flogger between from behind, between the Presidents legs. Her force, her fierce attitude surprised her completely. Then the arms to her torso, holding the breasts, rubbing, no pinching the erected nipples. Creating a long and loud moan. Deep satisfying.
“now I want another drink, and I am very hot”