Which Witch?

Which Witch?

Part One

"Lazybones!" called out Emily, whisking the duvet off my naked body with a broad, mischievous grin on her face.

"Saturday... let me sleep, woman," I grumbled, eyes opening slowly to see her petite figure already dressed and her hands busy dragging a brush through her unruly auburn tresses.

"Work to do, sleepyhead!" Emily chirped like a happy robin at dawn.

"Day off!" I responded quickly, stretching out and sighing with pleasure as I realised that I had a whole weekend to relax from my stressful job as a paramedic.

"I know that but it's party time tonight and we need to get ready," my wife of three months giggled back, tickling my rising cock with the hairbrush.

"Emily! I know it is Halloween and you get as excited as a three year old at the prospect of dressing up and eating loads of sweets before being violently sick but it is only eight in the morning," I stated firmly, casting a quick glance at the clock on the bedside table. "It isn't going to take me ten or so hours to get ready!"

"True as you are naturally look like Dracula anyway!" she replied, smacking my half-erect cock hard with the brush.

That was enough of that, I decided, reaching up swiftly and grabbing her by the arm. One hard pull and she fell forwards over my lap and I wrestled the wooden-backed brush out of her grip and laid it threateningly on her bottom.

"Sir," I hissed out as she wriggled, "is quite annoyed at being woken up by his intemperate wife and will now spank her arse to remind her who is in charge round here!" Her only response was to wriggle more, grinding her pubis down into my lap so that it rubbed against my cock. I flipped up her skirt to find as I expected that she was wearing nothing underneath and she went still as the hard wood settled on her firm buttocks while she waited to hear her fate.

It had only been just over two years ago that we had met for the first time. An emergency call out to the coast path where somebody had slipped on the rocks and injured their ankle. By the time I had got there, cursing after one driver in particular had failed to register the flashing lights and wailing siren in his mirrors for what seemed like an eternity, a little crowd of other hikers had gathered and someone had begun to do some first aid. Taking charge, I cleared the space round the casualty then did a double take as I literally saw double! One lying flat out, leg elevated slightly on a knapsack, and the other crouching down and holding her hand. Both tiny, reddish hair shining in the sun and with piercing green eyes, one pair of which was clouded with tears of pain.

"Who have we got here then?" I had enquired, setting my large backpack down and reaching out towards the girl's left leg to examine it.

"Emily, my twin sister. She's always been the clumsy one and tripped over on that rock and has done something to her ankle. It's all swollen and she cannot walk," muttered the crouching woman, eyes full of worry for her sister.

"And you are?"

"Lisa."

"Okay, well don't worry now, Lisa. I'll just check her over and then see what we need to do next. Does it hurt a lot, Emily. On a scale of one to ten, what would you say?"

"Fiveish," murmured Emily, a twinge of pain crossing her pretty face.

"Yes but you like pain, don't you?" teased her sister immediately, stroking her twin's face gently.

I turned my laugh into a cough and then busied myself examining the ankle, rolling down her sock and then easing off the walking boot as carefully as I could while Lisa chattered away gaily, telling me how Emily fell off the slide when she was a toddler and broke her arm then rode her bike straight into a tree and ended up with concussion.

"And that's before we both took up hockey and she decided to be a masochist and become a goalkeeper!" Lisa babbled away, smiling widely as her sister told her to be quiet.

"I think she is trying to take your mind off the pain or just has verbal diarrhoea, Emily," I responded, pressing my fingers into the swelling around the ankle joint and eliciting both a laugh and a groan.

Another groan snapped me back from my sweet memories and I smiled at her response to the sentence of punishment I had just pronounced. A full dozen strokes of the hard brush on her naked posterior. Because Lisa had known her twin extremely well... Emily did revel in pain! A fact I had soon discerned on our first date just a few days after our meeting on the cliff top when she had limped into the restaurant, looking radiant in a short skirt and tight, clinging top that outlined her small but pert breasts. We had had a great time, conversation flowing naturally and I was plucking up the courage to ask her for another date as the bill was brought over. She had ferreted in her bag and then handed me an envelope and I had tried to push it back, a little annoyed that she thought that I had expected her to pay for her share.

"No, no, it's a note from my sister," Emily had explained. "Probably saying thank you for last week."

"I was only doing my job although I must say I have never been called out to such a lovely casualty before," I had stated, smiling at her as she blushed prettily.

She had bent forward further over the table abruptly and I had too, ready to kiss her for the first time but then her hand had struck the crystal wine glass, knocked it right over and her red wine spilt all over the pristine cloth much to her embarrassment. The waitress had rushed over and mopped ineffectually at the mess with her little cloth apron for a while then she had slid the bill onto the table on its little tray and departed, hopefully for a bigger cloth, I had mused, passing the time by opening the envelope.

'Dear Adam,

Thanks for taking care of my younger (by a whole ten minutes!) sister last week. I hope your date with her goes really well as she does fancy you! She couldn't stop talking about your lovely blue eyes, dark hair and lovely cliff top manner whilst resting her ankle although she wouldn't ring you until I made her! One nice red bottom later and she was on the phone to you! I did tell you she liked pain, didn't I? Anyway, I am sure she will do something a little clumsy or silly during your date so you might want to warm her lovely bottom cheeks up for her too... if you wish for a second date that is! Have fun!

Lisa x'

I had sat there silent for a while, not really taking in the apologetic chatter coming from Emily as I had tried to work out the contents of the note. Did Lisa really mean what she had written or was it some sort of cruel joke? A trick to encourage me to do something and then get myself into trouble? Had she somehow realised my unusual proclivities during our short acquaintance? Was it a case of one dominant recognising another? Did she regularly spank her sister? The questions flew through my mind as I had fished out my credit card and handed it to the waitress whilst tucking the letter back into the envelope and sliding it into my pocket.

I slid the brush over the bare skin of Emily's rounded peach, loving the little quivers that ran thought her flesh at the touch. She has crossed her hands over in the small of her back, fully submitting to me: something she had learned to do over the last eighteen months. Lisa had begun her training, teaching her how to present herself for a spanking but I, with her twin's blessing, have taken her to the next level of obedience and submission... in a light-hearted, almost playful way yet with strict undertones too. That is what she wanted, expressed by her own sweet lips in many a conversation as we had got to know each other properly after her first spanking at my hands, bent over the bonnet of her car in the dark car park behind the restaurant that first evening.

There had been a momentary hesitation in her response when I had informed her as I led her by the arm towards her car and told her that she needed to be chastised for her clumsiness. That was the awful second when I thought that I had got it all wrong and that Lisa was indeed trying to trick me into making a faux pas. Yet there had been no scream, no pulling away of her arm and she had quietly walked over with me and then bent over when ordered, hands reaching back to raise her short skirt up above her slim waist. The chill air had tickled her smooth skin as I had feasted my eyes on the perfection of her arse in the skimpy black knickers which barely covered her cheeks. I had slipped them off, hearing a tiny whimper from my date that had excited me and then I had inhaled her scent, holding the lace up to my nose and breathing in deeply. A moment to tuck them away in my pocket and then I had stroked my hand over her bare bum, relishing the softness before I had begun her spanking.

It naturally could not be that prolonged in a public space so I had struck hard, reddening her skin instantly with a full handprint blossoming on the white ghostliness. A groan at the pain as the sound echoed through the air and then another smack and another, starting at the top and working my way down until she was rising up on tiptoes as I spanked the tender juncture between thigh and buttock. There had been the hint of tears in her soft green eyes as she had turned afterwards and then her hands reached up and we had kissed passionately, my hands cupping her now heated arse cheeks.

Which were about to get heated up again, I realised, smiling widely as I raised the brush and then brought it down firmly on the twitching cheeks. A muffled squeal from my beautiful wife as she pressed her face down into the duvet and a perfect impression of the back of the brush on her pale flesh. I waited for a second or so but nothing else so I stated loudly, "You have forgotten your manners, sub, so there will now be another six strokes added on top."

"What? Oh god, I am sorry, sir!" she muttered and I knew that her face would be flushed at her failure. I whipped the hairbrush down again and this time she counted out the stroke and thanked me properly like the well-trained submissive she was meant to be.

She had thanked me that first time, I remembered, and there had been a question on her soft lips which I had stopped with my finger, placing it there and saying authoritatively, "No, nothing else is going to happen tonight, young lady! Go home, enjoy that hot bottom and then contact me again if you wish to take things further... and harder because that was a gentle introduction as it was our first date!"

Obediently, she had slipped into her car and driven away while I had watched, fervently praying that I had not taken things too far and frightened her away for ever.

Her twelfth thank you whispered out into the air and I took the chance to stop and remind her that if she had been a good girl earlier then that would be the end of her punishment.

"Yes, sir. I am sorry, sir," Emily groaned as I tapped the wood lightly on her hot bottom cheeks.

"And this will remind you to be better in future!" I remarked, smacking her hard again and making her grunt. The impact of the hairbrush on her soft bottom made her cheeks flex and I was fascinated like always by the way in which the ripples run through her skin. Five more and she was done, sent to stand in the corner of the bedroom, bottom bright in the dimness of the early October day. Her hands stayed on her head as she stared at the wall, contemplating on her misdemeanour while I got up and smiled broadly at the delightful view of my wife's red arse.

I left her there for ten minutes while I shaved then I made her bend over and clasp her ankles, eyeing the reddened buttocks splay out slightly and her perfect pink pussy lips peep shyly out at me. They were glistening already, needy in their wetness just as she had admitted to me they had been when she had returned to her own house on our first date. Then she had played with herself, teasing her sweet slit with her fingers until she had come but now she groaned with lust as I slowly but inexorably filled her up with my thickness, easing it between the soft folds. She shuddered as I held her waist lightly, fingers teasing her skin, prick impaling her totally in one smooth lunge that left her slick pussy walls clenching around me. I rocked back and forward, shaft slithering in and out of her wetness and, with each gentle thrust, her breathing deepened. A minute later and Emily was lost in her own world of pleasure, soft moans emanating from her lips as I fucked her with hard, deep strokes while I pulled her beaten arse cheeks apart to expose to my view the delicate pinkness of her innards squeezing on my shaft.

"May I come, sir?" she asked as I upped the pace, thrusting even harder as I felt the stirrings of my pleasure lurk deep within. I loved the pleading tone in her voice. When was her last time? Just two nights ago, my fingers teasing her into her orgasm as she had sucked avidly on my cock, learning how to deep-throat properly.

"Do you deserve to?" I inquire, smacking her bottom hard several times and making her gasp.

"No, sir, because I have been a bad girl this morning," she answered and I laughed at her disappointment before I announced that as she realised that and had learned a lesson, she could come for me.

Instantly, she pushed back into my thrusts, taking all of my length, pussy gripping on my cock whilst the sweet, squelchy sounds of sex echoed to my ears. The tightness of her slit seemed to suck the seed out of my cock and I gripped her hips hard and rammed in and out, hearing her sweet wails rise to a crescendo just before the rush of my hot spunk up into her pussy. The hard thud of my thighs meeting her beaten buttocks bounced round the room as I expelled all of my semen into her body, liberally coating her clenching insides as I felt the shuddering joy of her climax reverberate through her flesh and into my fingertips.

Five minutes later and we were talking like husband and wife again, not like master and slave. Emily delighted in pain and submission but she wasn't a twenty-four hour a day submissive type, especially in her job as a financial analyst, and neither was I wanting to be totally dominant in our marriage. Long conversations during our get to know each other phase had resulted in an arrangement that worked perfectly for both of us in our relationship. It was all about trust and Emily trusted me to see to her needs without overstepping the mark while I trusted her to be obedient and inform me immediately if I was going too far and stretching her limits too much. Not that I had found any limits so far as Emily was actually delighting in leaning new things: both those which gave her the pain she craved and others which made her beautiful body explode into rapture too. Sometimes, those things were exactly the same!

"So why the wake up call then?" I asked, slightly grumpily as I got dressed.

"I told you, Adam! The party tonight for Halloween!"

"And I will be ready in about ten minutes as my costume is hanging up over there. It's you who will take the time up getting dressed and putting your make up on! We are only popping nest door to Megan and Tom's house," I responded with a hint of exasperation in my voice. Our neighbours always threw a party to celebrate every occasion... New Year, Easter, Halloween, the anniversary of the sinking of the Titanic or so it seemed! They were a nice couple, about ten years older than us and with a pair of kids who were actually reasonably well brought up, polite and not glued to their phones... a miracle in today's society.

"Flu!"

"What? They flew where?"

"No, you idiot, they have the flu. The children are fine but Megan texted me yesterday to say that they are in bed and struggling to move so..."

A horrible thought struck me as I looked at her slightly sheepish expression.

"You said that we would do it instead, didn't you?"

Emily nodded and I sat down on the bed, cursed loudly and then told her it was fortunate that she hadn't told me before I had smacked her arse with the hairbrush or I would have given her at least two dozen. She giggled and wiggled her hips at me and I was sorely tempted to grab her and flip her back over my lap but realised that she was deliberately provoking me so that I would! Instead, I sighed deeply and asked, heart sinking down to my boots, "What do we have to do?"

Fortunately, I learned that it wasn't going to be that difficult as our neighbours had already organised most things. They had a lot of the food already, the decorations and even the party games ready for the children who had been invited. That was all of those who resided in our little cul-de-sac of a dozen houses tucked away on the edge of town.

"So Megan sent me a list of what still needs to be done," Emily added, showing me her phone. "First thing is the shopping."

I made her pay for not telling me earlier about the party by clipping a pair of nipple clamps on her buds before we left and another pair on her labia, hearing the sharp hiss of her breath as they bit painfully into her softness. I gave her a gentle kiss and squeezed her beaten bottom to make her wince then informed her that once the party was over, I was going to cane her.

"At least a dozen hard strokes on this pert arse, girl!"

"Yes, sir," she whispered back, pale green eyes glowing with excitement that turned delightfully to embarrassment when I told her to lift her skirt and bend right over so that I could insert an anal plug.

It had been after a month or so and many, many dates getting Emily gradually accustomed to having a strict but hopefully fair master that I had introduced her to such a delight. I had presented her with a gift wrapped box, setting it down on the glass-topped coffee table in my living room. Her eyes had lit up then like lanterns in the fog as she had knelt by my side and then she had pounced on the box and unwrapped it swiftly when I had given her my permission. It had been hard not to laugh outright at the bemusement on her pretty face as she had opened the box and seen the silvery plug shining up at her.

"Some jewellery to enhance your beauty, my love," I had murmured in her ear before ordering her to bend over the table. I believe that it was only when my fingers teased round her tiny roundel that she had realised what the strange thing was and there had been an instant objection.

"Do you wish to refuse, Emily? If so then say your safe word and do not argue!" I had commanded firmly. Her bottom cheeks shook slightly along with her head and I stroked them gently, feeling the weals left by the strap I had applied earlier to the soft flesh.

"No, sir, please go ahead," she had whispered and I kissed her reddened bottom cheeks then, truly loving her desire to please me even though she was frightened and ashamed.

Strangely, Emily had never quite accustomed herself to being used in her bottom. She always blushed and whimpered when I played with her there and therefore I did it even more, knowing how the shame and fear heightened her arousal. Her bottom, still glowing gently after the application of the brush, was a beautiful sight as was the delicate pucker of her anus and I leant forward and teased it with my tongue, making her shiver. The crinkled starfish trembled under my touch and I wetted it thoroughly, easing the tip of my tongue up inside and wiggling it round as the little bells on the clamps on her folds tinkled gently. A little squirt of lube on the end of the plug and I pressed the rounded tip against her tightness and whispered to her to breathe out.

She tried to relax her sphincter just as she had all those months ago and I loved her for her willingness to please. To submit to such an indignity even though she said that she hated it... though I did not fully believe her! The metallic tip slipped inside slowly as I twirled the plug round, eliciting little gasps from my wife. I could see the browny-pink ring of muscle open up and then she gasped as the whole plug slid into her nether mouth which suckled on it greedily until it was lodged firmly inside. Only the heart-shaped winking jewel on the base remained in view and even that disappeared as she obediently stood and allowed her skirt to fall back into place.

Emily headed for her wardrobe and I allowed her to take out a pair of knickers before I snapped my fingers and told her to put them back.

"But," she began, swallowing hard as she realised that I was serious.

"But nothing... or nothing covering that butt anyway, sub. I hope you are going to keep your bottom cheeks clenched all the way through our shopping trip? It would be very embarrassing if that plug should slip out."

Emily shot me a glance of pure loathing for a moment but I just laughed and teased her lips with a kiss before I pushed her gently towards the stairs before we headed outside to go and fight the manic crowds in the supermarket on a Saturday morning.

It was while we were busy in the party food aisle that I switched the vibrating function on with the remote control on my phone and I chuckled as she jumped, head swivelling round to look at me with a mute appeal on her bee-stung lips while the little jingle of her labial clamp bells sounded. After that, Emily tried to complete the shopping as quickly as possible but by the time we managed to struggle to a checkout, she was clinging on to the trolley with white knuckles and was hardly able to fumble her bank card out of her handbag. Somehow, through a great effort of will perhaps, she managed to control her desire until we were back in the car and I was driving back through the town, taking care to lurch over all the pesky speed bumps.

"May I come, sir?" she asked suddenly and I watched a trail of sweat slither down her forehead.

"Only if you remove your skirt and top for the rest of the journey now, sub," I replied, tapping my phone to up the sweet vibrations coursing through her bottom hole. "Then you wait until I tell you to come."

"Yes, sir. Thank you, sir," she muttered back immediately and then her fingers burrowed down below the elastic of her skirt and pushed it down past her knees. Another few seconds and she had shimmied out of her blouse and her breasts were bare for me, little metal clamps shining in the weak sunlight. I shot sidelong glances every so often at her as she rubbed away at her swollen clitoris, listening to her moans increase in pitch and intensity whilst the bells tinkled away merrily.

I waited until a series of speed bumps in a twenty mile an hour zone appeared then gave her permission.

"Thank you, sir," she gasped out and then her voice was wailing away in desire as she spasmed into her climax, fingers blurring away as she rubbed at her tiny bud. The first bump jolted her upwards and she squealed at the sensations that shot into her body. Darts of lust slithered into her flesh and she began to squirt her essence all over my black leather seats.

"Such a messy girl," I mused as her fluids pooled on the seat whilst she gasped and groaned in the throes of her climax. She did get to clean that sticky residue up with her tongue when we eventually arrived home while I sorted out the shopping. Emily crouched in the footwell of the car licking away, screened only by the high bushes on either side until I pronounced that I was satisfied and then she had to walk naked inside and help me unpack everything while the plug buzzed evilly away inside her anal ring.

Part Two... Party Time

At just after seven the first guests arrived. Green ogres, lots of ghosts and skeletons and even a headless knight (our other neighbour who did a little amateur dramatics on the side) piled inside and then out into the garden as it was a dry, clear night. Emily was dressed up as a witch, pointy hat, a wart attached to the left side of her chin, a ghoulish green cast to her make up and a long black dress that clung to her lithe body like a second skin.

"Sexy witch then?" I had murmured to her in the bedroom earlier, rubbing her nipples through the fabric and seeing them poke out in excitement.

"One who can cast a spell on you!" she cackled back, waving her wand around.

"You already have, my dear Emily," I had replied and she had overloaded my lips with soft kisses whilst grinding her pubis into my rock-hard cock.

It had taken all of my will power to move away slightly, holding her at arms' length as I informed her that she would have to control herself until after the party... or even longer!

"You have already had your pleasure today actually, Emily... coming in the car with that plug in your bum!"

Her face had flushed scarlet and she had looked really worried when I had wondered out loud about inserting it again and making her wear it all the way through the party. The look of relief in her eyes when I had declared that I wouldn't was immense and she had rained more kisses on me until I had announced that she could wear it all the next day instead!

The rush of visitors at seven kept us busy and soon there was a happy throng playing games such as ducking for apples with, I noticed in interest, the Clemence's daughter, Ayla, a nubile nineteen year old back from university for the weekend, making sure that the thin white sheet she was wearing as her ghost costume managed to get very wet indeed around her substantial bust before she came into the kitchen and started to talk to me, wondering inebriatedly if Dracula would like to sink his teeth into her tender flesh. Eventually, Emily saved me by calling me in to referee the pass the parcel and musical statues games for the children before we ended up at half past nine by voting for who had the best costume... kids only! Which was fortunate because if it had included the adults then it would have been a straight fight between Emily and Ayla!

"Are we clearing up now or in the morning, Ems?" I asked as the last guest wandered out of the front door just before ten.

"Definitely do most of it now as I don't want to think about it waiting for us in the morning while I am trying to sleep," she replied immediately, casting a glance at the debris. "You chuck all the crockery and stuff in the dishwasher and leave it running while I go and clear up outside."

Hmm, did I end up with the short straw? I pondered that as I rinsed plates and dishes, stacked them in the dishwasher then switched it on before I handwashed all the glasses in the sink, leaving them on the draining board to dry off overnight.

Emily did not appear as I expected before I had finished and I looked out of the window trying to spot her in the darkness of the garden, wondering what was taking her so long. Surely, she should have found any glasses and picked up any sweet wrappers by now? I heard a noise from outside by the garage and stuck my head out of the back door but still couldn't see her although I could hear something. A sound from the patio, lyrics drifting in the slight chill of the wind. What was that song? An oldie but a goodie... another snatch of sound and I had it. 'Love Potion Number Nine.' So appropriate for a witch!

I stepped outside and walked slowly round the side of the house until I came to the flagstoned patio. There was my wife in all her glory, leaning fully over the table, back arched, bottom cheeks almost shining in the thin beams of moonlight slipping between the leaves of the oak tree above as she had raised her thin black gown up over her waist. My cock instantly hardened, love potion number nine working on it swiftly as her bottom wiggled invitingly, saucily at me. Her auburn tresses were hanging down over the far side of the table and her witch's hat was slightly askew while her wand, a length of wooden dowelling painted black, was placed on the smooth curve of her spine. The phone by her side suddenly switched songs and I laughed as the haunting strains of 'I Put a Spell on You' whispered like ghostly breath through the air.

"So this witch is playing games and casting spells, is she? Perhaps I can teach her some new magic tricks?" I stated, picking up the rod and tapping at her flinching cheeks gently. She wiggled them provocatively then gasped as I struck her once hard, creating a red line on the pale skin. I rubbed my thumb over the thin weal then dipped it into her anal crevice, finding her little rosehole and worming it in slowly. A little squeal at the indignity and I chuckled then informed her casually that I was going to give her two dozen strokes with the wand before I buggered her bottom.

I was expecting some sort of token protestation but she stayed silent, head lowered and long auburn hair covering her face as I readied the rod once more. Her silence did not last long however as the dowelling whipped across her vulnerable cheeks, creating a rich tapestry of scarlet threads on her white skin. I watched her knuckles whiten as she clutched at the table while the pain travelled up through her flesh. Each stroke brought a little cry out of her sweet lips and her arse seemed to sway and wriggle even more than usual. Perhaps it was the slight shill of the October air on her soft flesh? I wondered as I laid on with a will, decorating the back of her tender thighs with a few lashes of the wand before I added the final strokes right across the centre of her buttocks.

Her body was trembling as I stroked my fingers down her beaten bottom, tracing the welts left by the wand. I bent over and kissed them, feeling her shiver gently before I pulled her cheeks apart and eased the tip of my tongue up in between until it circled round the tiny pucker of her anus. A sudden squeak and then she was up on tiptoes as I teased her ring open and wetted her flesh eagerly. Her scent was strong: arousal seeping out of her pussy and sparkling like tiny stars in the galaxy of her pussy lips in the soft moonlight. I lapped away at the silky dew as well then smeared it up over her perineum with my tongue, oiling her anal entrance for the thickness of my cock.

The fat head of my prick teased down her arse and then in between her cheeks. I dipped my hips and allowed the knob to glide over her pussy lips and Emily sighed with pleasure. A single deep thrust and I was inside her, feeling her shiver as a grunt slipped out of her soft lips.

"Maybe I will just stay in this hot tunnel instead?" I teased her. "Perhaps it has cast a spell on me!" She groaned with delight as I pumped in and out, stretching her tight tube with every deep stroke. Her insides rippled and clenched around my cock delightfully and her hips pushed back, impaling her quim fully on my shaft until I stepped backwards and slid the whole of my cock out.

"Although as you lumbered us with putting on the party, I think I need the reward of having this very tight arse!" I declared, smiling at the little whimper that came from my wife. I parted her arse cheeks roughly then eased my prick into the gap, aiming at the slightly everted ring of muscle that winked lewdly up at me. Her flesh trembled under my fingers as my knob touched her pucker and then she was squealing out into the uncaring night as I penetrated her anal orifice slowly but inexorably. It was heaven to feel her tightness grip my swollen flesh like a velvet glove, throbbing away against my shaft as I eased all of my length into her. Her whole body was shaking in that strange mixture of lust and shame which she had tried to explain to me so many times. Emily loved the feeling yet hated it too and that made her arousal all the more intense and I slipped my hand between her thighs and found that her pussy was dripping wet.

I leaned forward and impaled her bottom fully, making her cry out as all eight inches filled her up. I eased my fat cock back out and watched her pinky-brown pucker grip around the thickness before I plunged back in, speeding up my thrusts as desire threatened to overwhelm me. My hand rubbed over her wetness, smearing her love juices back over her folds and she began to writhe and wriggle in pleasure, little moans slipping out of her lips as I located her pulsing nub and rolled my thumb over it. I shafted her harder, thrusting as deep as I could into her spongy innards as her climax swept through her. My own pleasure rushed into my soul and I felt an irresistible urge race up through my cock shaft as my spunk spattered into her tight tube. My own groans merged with hers as I plunged in and out of her spasming arse, feeling it grip on my shaft whilst her pussy soaked my hand with her love dew. Breathing hard, I rested my forehead on her back and whispered how much I loved her as the last few dribbles of my sperm trickled out into her bottom hole.

I twisted her strands of red hair round my fingers and tugged her head round slowly, eager to taste her sweet mouth and see the lust still hiding in her dewy green eyes. A slight smile at the wart stuck on the right hand side of her chin and I kissed her once deeply, savouring the softness of her lips and the dancing tip of her tongue before an abrupt round of applause sounded behind me and I spun round, cock still embedded in my wife's clenching anus.

My jaw dropped open as I saw her twin standing there, smiling enigmatically at our conjoined figures.

"What the fuck, Lisa!" I hissed in annoyance as she moved a little closer. Emily's identical twin smirked which made me even more irate and I was half-tempted to grab her and smack her arse really hard... although I was never quite sure with her which side of the line she stood. Dominant or submissive or a switch? I suspected the latter, as even though she regularly spanked Emily, she had also let it slip when a little tipsy that she liked a firm hand too. I had always wondered what she would do if I offered but so far I had not been brave enough to try my luck even though Emily had dropped hints that she wouldn't mind if I got close to her sister.

"Sometimes, she needs a firm hand to remind her how to behave, Adam, just like you do to me. In fact, you could do everything you do to me to her as well..." she had murmured late one night, bottom positively glowing after a prolonged spanking. I had stored the information away but never dared act upon it just in case Emily was wrong although I did wonder if the two sisters had been discussing such things behind my back.

"No, Adam... you mean what the fuck, Emily actually!" the woman I was not cock-deep in responded and suddenly I realised that it was my wife standing there smiling widely at me. I reached out and turned the head of the woman I had been enjoying round fully and stared into Lisa's sparkling, mischievous green eyes and took in the tell-tale wart... whcih was on the wrong side!

"Which witch is which, Adam? I told you, Emily, that he would not be able to tell the difference!" she whispered.

"But you weren't even at the party," I stammered, cock slithering out of her tight little hole as it wilted abruptly.

"She came in through the garage when I went out to clear up the garden and then got dressed in my costume which I left in there, Adam. After all, we have been dropping less than subtle hints to you over the last few months but you have not acted upon any of them," Emily stated, coming close and then kissing me.

"So we thought that this might be the best way," remarked Lisa before she winced and added, "though I didn't expect you to ravage my poor arse rather than my needy pussy!"

"Maybe I should have warned you how much he likes doing that, Lisa!" giggled my wife.

"You got exactly what you deserved for playing such a trick, Lisa. What a conniving pair! Right, Ems, get behind your sister and suck my come out of her bottom hole while I whip your arse for you!" I ordered and she moved immediately. I watched her bend over her twin's pert cheeks and then part them with her hands before she delved in between, licking away at the creamy trail of spunk dribbling out of the tight pucker. I picked up the wand and started to use it, whipping it hard and fast across her pale buttocks, relishing the weals that blossomed into life on the smooth surface.

I gave her over thirty hard strokes of the rod before I stepped up and pressed my burgeoning erection against her tiny rosette.

"Identical twins need to be taken identically, I think, wife!" I hissed into her ear and she shuddered then squealed loudly as the knob of my prick opened up her bottom. "This magic wand is going to last a long time even in your tightness as I only came a few minutes ago!"

It did! In fact, I outlasted Emily. She came three times while I sodomised her spongy anal innards. The first two with my hand rubbing away at her softness but the last one under the skilful application of Lisa's tongue on her puffy pussy folds and aching clit. I finished in my wife's pussy, shafting her hard on the table top while she licked away at her twin's slit as Lisa straddled her, witch's robe flung off now to reveal her nakedness. I pulled out at the last moment and showered Lisa's body with my come, seeing it drip down her belly and then into her landing strip of pubic hair before it stained her pussy lips for a few seconds until my wife's eager tongue licked it up.

I made both of them pay dearly for the spell they had cast on me the next morning after we had all cuddled up together through the night. I bound them back to back with a tight leather strap encircling their slim waists. Handcuffs stretched up to a hook in the ceiling of our soundproofed garage and each with a spreader bar keeping their ankles wide apart.

"So spelling is a necessary skill for witches, isn't?" I mused, watching their naked figures shiver slightly. A little nod from Emily and then another from her twin when I smacked her hard on her bare bottom. A groan followed from my wife as I then informed them that it was time therefore for a spelling test. That had never been her strongpoint at school according to her reports and I believed that she might be borderline dyslexic but that made no difference under my test rules.

"Spell 'witch', Emily," I said and she hesitated, tongue flickering across her lips nervously.

"Which witch, sir?"

"Just which," I responded unhelpfully.

"But there are..."

Her words were cut off by my hand smacking her bare breasts, stinging the white flesh into instant redness and I saw the realisation dawn in her pretty green eyes that she could not win whatever she replied.

"W... I... T... C... H," she eventually muttered.

"Incorrect, Emily! Lisa, select a number between one and six to decide which implement I should use on your twin."

"Four," whispered Lisa and I picked up the leather strap and teased it down the centre of my wife's body, making her quiver.

"Three strokes of the strap then but where? Emily, another number please."

She chose two and I consulted the little chart I had drawn up and smiled.

Emily did not as the curving strap whipped across her breasts a moment later. Instead, she yowled like a cat as the vivid red stripe appeared like magic on her pale skin. Another two and then I turned my attention to Lisa who also naturally failed in spelling which or witch! Three lashes from the cane across her thighs followed and so the game progressed. Every so often, I would let them pick the right form of the word and relief would flood into their tear-veiled eyes as they escaped punishment for a while. Then would come the bitterness of failure and the consequent sting of whichever implement I had selected in accordance to the numbers they chose for each other. Obviously, I changed those every couple of turns so that they could not deliberately pick the same one and I did the same for which area of their sweet skin was going to be struck too.

I found that I could soon tell the difference between the pair. Lisa begged and pleaded as the thin paddle whipped up between her legs and struck the sensitive folds of her vulva full on. Emily gritted her teeth and bore the pain stoically. Tears fell from her eyes but so did crystal dewdrops of lust from the lips of her slit afterwards. My wife pushed her breasts forward into the sting of the lash whilst her sister cowered away as much as possible. It was intriguing to experience and I knew that I had married the right sister as Emily came when I used my hand on her pussy lips, squirting out her desire into my hard palm then licking it off afterwards.

It was an hour before I released them and took the twins upstairs, rebinding them on the bed, faces together and trapped by a leather collar buckled round their slim necks. The waist restraint cinched their stomachs tightly together and then I bound their ankles to each other before I eased between their thighs and started to shaft them in turn, cock gliding in and out of tight pussies alternately.

"Hmm, which is hotter? Which is tighter? Which deserves a load of creamy spunk in it?" I asked, thrusting hard and deep into Emily before withdrawing and using her sister instead. In and out, soft slits soaking wet with lust, cock shaft sparkling with their essence as I edged slowly towards my peak.

"Me, sir, please," moaned one and the other followed suit almost instantly and I laughed and ploughed their sweet furrows harder and faster until I honoured them both with my spunk, shooting my jets of come into both questing quims and over their almost merged labia so that the perfect pinkness was stained with their master's white semen.

Now which witch was going to clean me up?