It was Friday evening and I was due to meet Alan. It had been a while. It wasn’t that we were avoiding each other; it is just that I had to make up for all the time spent with Katy during which I had neglected my other projects. I was also pretty sure Alan would have his hands full dealing with his wife.
We met in our favourite pub and while it was as pleasant as ever to catch up with him, he seemed a little distracted. After a couple of beers I decided to press him about what was troubling him. I decided not to beat about the bush.
“How are things going with Katy. Is she behaving herself?”
“Sure” he said a little too emphatically.
I looked at him intently.
“Mate, don’t bullshit a bullshitter.”
“Well, not really…” his voice trailed off.
“Come on man, we’re friends and we have been through a lot together” Images of thrashing young Joanna’s bare behind no doubt sprang to both our minds.
He told me that for the first few weeks Katy had been like a new person. She was the wife he had always dreamed of having. Then she started slipping back into her old ways.
“You haven’t been giving her her maintenance spankings have you?” I asked
“Well, they just didn’t seem necessary”
“I knew it. They are ALWAYS necessary, my friend.” I replied.
I had already guessed what he was going to tell me but the details, and the audacity of it even shocked me, with my long experience dealing with wayward females.
Alan had been feeling unwell and so had come home early from work to find the bed unmade and an unfamiliar item of male underwear under the bed. Someone had obviously left in a hurry.
“Bloody hell” I exclaimed “in the marital bed no less!”
“Exactly” he replied.
“Well, at least, I guess you gave her a bloody good thrashing.”
His reply disappointed me. It seemed that although he had been more than willing to beat the behind of a stranger his old reluctance about hitting his own wife could not be so easily overcome. His vain and contemptuous wife had taken advantage of that.
“I guess that a divorce is inevitable” he said this sadly no doubt contemplating the financial burden and the prospect of being a lonely middle aged man with little or no access to his kids.
“There is an alternative.” I said “There is always an alternative”
Just in case he didn’t take the hint, I spelled it out for him.
“I could just punish her again and make sure she really feels it this time but the bottom line is that she still does not respect you. That won’t change unless you man up and start dealing with her like a woman needs to be dealt with. So, I have a suggestion”
My plan was that we would deal with Katy together as we had done with Joanna. There was one small detail though.
“Listen please don’t take this the wrong way and feel free to say no but in my opinion the problem is that I never really finished Katy’s punishments the way they should be. Particularly as the misbehaviour is sexual in character she really needs to associate the experience of being fucked by someone other than you as a source of pain and humiliation rather than illicit pleasure.”
“What are you saying?” Alan asked.
As with our first conversation on this matter I was worried that I had put our friendship at risk. Surely he would baulk at the prospect of me screwing his wife. To my surprise he seemed surprisingly open to the suggestion.
“So here’s how it goes. I will give her a good thrashing, then I will fuck her. You will punish her for this disgraceful betrayal with a proper caning. That way she really will think twice before letting some other bloke stick his dick in her.”
“Well, you are the expert in these matters. If you think it is necessary”
“It is.”
In the middle of the next week I arrived at their home. It would be an interesting experience punishing Katy at home. I have always found that there is something particularly effective in disciplining a woman within her own walls. If she cannot feel safe here she cannot feel safe anywhere and Katy definitely needed to feel unsafe.
The kids had been dispatched to their grandparents for the night, which meant that we would have the privacy we needed.
Katy was wearing a dark cocktail dress with black stockings and high heels. Her hair was up and she wore a touch of make up.It was as if she was dressed for a dinner party rather than to be chastised. I thought that this was a really nice touch on Alan’s part. To say that she was not happy to see me would be an understatement. Not only would the sight of me bring back memories of the horrors and violations I had inflicted on her not so long ago, Alan would undoubtedly have made clear what we had planned. I was a little surprised that she had agreed to go along with it but it seems that the prospect of divorce is not an appealing one, even for a wife as dubious in her commitment to the institution of marriage as Katy.
She took my coat.
In the living room Alan was sitting on the sofa. He greeted me warmly.
“Hello mate”
“Hi”
He handed me a glass of whiskey.
Neither of us spoke to Katy.
“Have you prepared everything?” I asked
“I have indeed, I have a selection of straps, a couple of riding crops and, of course, a selection of canes. Do you think you will need to punish her tits?”
Alan seemed to have become something of an expert on the punishment of errant females.
“Perhaps. We’ll see”
“Well, if you do, I have a couple of items that may come in handy out in the tool shed.
“Very good” I replied.
I then turned to address his wife
“Katy, I am very disappointed. I had thought that you would have learned your lesson and that a new one would be unnecessary but sadly it seems your addiction to male attention has got the better of you, once again. When will you learn that your cunt is your husband’s sole property?’
It was all rather hypocritical given what I had done to her only a few weeks previously but my little lecture seemed to be having the desired effect. She was blushing deeply.
“I would have kicked you out on that pretty arse of yours by now but Alan is willing to give you one final chance but only under certain conditions. You will be punished, severely but this time Alan will be participating.”
She looked a little surprised by this. She looked first at me then at Alan then back at me again.
“That’s right” Alan said. “I am going to give you damn good hiding”
A slightly contemptuous look briefly crossed her face but the gravity of the situation quickly dawned on her.
“You don’t have to agree but if you don’t I am afraid that divorce is the only option and I happen to be very good friends with the magistrate. I will have a word and make sure that Alan gets full custody of the kids.”
This was all bluff but she seemed to take the threat very seriously.
“Right then let’s begin. Take off that silly bloody tart’s rags you are wearing. Anyone would think you were meeting up with one of your fancy men”
She hesitated. It was clearly not the prospect of being naked in front of her husband that troubled her. It was probably not even the idea of undressing in front of me. She had become accustomed to this too. It was obviously the idea of humiliating herself like this while her husband watched.
“Alan” she pleaded.
He remained silent.
“Don’t make me bloody rip it off!” I said
She reluctantly reached behind to unzip the dress and let it slip to the floor.
She looked stunning in expensive black lingerie, a frilly bra and knickers and stockings and suspenders. I am sure Alan had paid for it. I was just as sure he was not the main beneficiary.
“That’ll do for now” I said
I sat down and patted my lap as if signalling to some kind of domestic animal rather than a sophisticated woman.
“You know the routine”
Once again she hesitated. This was starting to get a little annoying. Alan now chimed in.
“Do as you are told woman!”
She seemed surprised by the firmness of his tone.
Katy now positioned
herself over my lap. Even though I had disciplined several women of
all shapes and sizes since I had spanked her last, there was
something nicely familiar about the feel of her body. I also
recognised the rather nice fragrance she was wearing.
I held
her firmly in position as Alan watched intently. He was clearly
excited at the sight of his wife being punished by another man,
perhaps especially when it was a trusted old friend.
Alan told me that Katy had once half jokingly suggested spicing up their sex life with a threesome. “Be careful what you wish for” was the thought that came to mind at this point.
I paused briefly to take in the now familiar but still very appealing sight of Katy’s bottom encased in the frothy black lace of the panties. I recalled the various things I had already done with that arse before landing my first blow.
“Ouch!” was Katy’s response.
I looked over at Alan. I could see he was already very excited.
“Please, go on.” he said
“Slap!” my hand landed forcefully on her right buttock.
“Thwap” this time it landed on her left.
I started to build up a rhythm. Katy wriggled and squirmed but I held her tightly round the waist. There was to be no escape from my attentions.
I decided to torment her with a childish taunt.
“Eeny meeny miny mo, catch a cheating wife, slap her on her butt”
It didn’t rhyme but that didn’t really matter.
Alan stared at us intently while this was going only briefly breaking into a smile at my nursery rhyme.
I now got back to business slapping her bottom harder and harder each time. It was now the point at which I needed to remove her knickers. I wondered how she would respond. She had offered no resistance the last two times I had taken them down but now I would be doing so in front of her husband. Despite everything she needed to preserve the pretence that she really was not the type of woman who let other men remove her underwear. So when my hand went to the waistband of her silk black panties, her hand came back and also grabbed them. We engaged in a brief contest of wills before I triumphed, the frothy lace was yanked down to the top of her thighs and I resumed spanking her on the bare.
I lost count of how many slaps I landed but Katy’s bottom was now an attractive shade of pink.
I abruptly stopped and stood up, which caused her to tumble unceremoniously to the floor.
“Get up and kneel on the chair!” I commanded.
She stumbled to her feet before quickly obeying my instruction.
Katy was now positioned in the middle of the room kneeling on the dining room chair which I had previously placed there. He frilly panties hung redundantly round her legs. I now removed her bra.
She looked frightened. We had discussed punishing her tits and she already knew how painful that was so she no doubt feared that that was what was in store for her. The threat was a god way of ensuring her continued obedience.
I picked up a leather tawse that Alan had so generously supplied. I was impressed, he had made a good choice. It was new and still had a fresh leather smell about it. It was also very stiff which meant that wielded properly it would hurt like hell. His cheating wife was about to find that out.
“Craack!” the stiff leather bit into her feminine softness.
“Ayeee!” her shriek swiftly followed.
“Thwaack!” another one, even harder.
“Aaaargh!” howled Katy.
And so it went on for several minutes, her cries becoming louder as the pain intensified and my excitement grew. I looked over at Alan but he was clearly in no mood to show mercy so I hit her again this time one her thigh.
The howl of pain that she now emitted sounded like it might break glass.
Her bottom was red with the marks of the tawse. They looked like a lizard’s forked tongue.
I stopped but if she thought this was the end to her punishment she was soon to be disabused of that idea.
“Stand up Katy and put your hands on your head”
I nodded to Alan. It was a signal we had previously agreed upon. If he had decided against the idea I would not follow through on what we had planned. He gave me an enthusiastic thumbs up.
“Since your bad behaviour took place in the marital bedroom, which I don’t need to tell you should be a sacred place, Alan and I have agreed that the next stage of your punishment should also take place there.
Katy looked panicky.
“We are going to do a little role play. I am going to play your lover and Alan will come home to catch us in the act. He will then punish you the way you should have been punished before.”
Katy looked at Alan in desperation.
“No Alan, please don’t make me do this”
As far as Alan was concerned this would be the first time that I had fucked his wife and so I expected him to have mixed feelings at the very least. However, he seemed rather excited by the prospect.
I escorted Katy to their bedroom. The bed was neatly made on this occasion. I peeled back the bedsheets and told her to get in. She took off her heels and lay on the bed. Normally I prefer to conduct disciplinary fuckings more or less fully clothed. It’s generally not a good idea for the disciplinarian to be seen to lose dignity but for the sake of realism, I also undressed. For realism’s sake I also began by giving her a deep tonguey kiss which I could tell she clearly disliked. I spent a bit of time re-acquainting myself with her lovely body running my hands over her belly and playing with her tits like a lover might. Unlike the previous occasion I also took care to prepare her first fingering then licking her pussy lips and clit. The whole thing needed to be as close to original offense as possible I reckoned. I could tell that despite herself Katy was responding to my attentions as I smelt a familiar musky scent ans her cunt moistened and readied itself for a visitor. As a result, this time, my cock slid into her, rather than needing much force.
After a while I heard Alan’s footsteps. I assumed he would enter at any moment but he waited outside the door. I carried on screwing his wife. Perhaps it was the preparation or perhaps (as I suspected was true of most women) Katy had a deep primal response to a dominant man because I felt her cunt spasm and grip the shaft of my penis. Her body started to writhe involuntarily and she started to emit deep moans.
I kept going. Surely Alan would stop before I came inside his wife but still he waited. A few more thrusts and I could not restrain myself. Katy came again just as I was re-decorating the walls of
her cervix with my cum.
Then the door
opened.
“What the bloody hell is going on here?” Alan said
in a tone of mock outrage.
“Look I am really sorry mate…..” I started
He cut my explanation short.
“No it’s okay. It’s quite understandable. My wife is a very attractive woman. We both know who the real culprit is. If anything I consider you the victim in all of this.”
We were both finding it difficult to keep a straight face.
I quickly got out of bed and hurriedly dressed.
Katy lay on the bed clutching the bed sheets over her in the classic pose of a woman caught in flagrante.
I made to leave.
“No Harry, stay. You see this is not the first time this has happened. I want you to witness how I deal with my wife when she misbehaves.”
Alan walked over to the wardrobe. He came back with a cane.
“No
Alan please don’t….” Katy made one last desperate attempt to
persuade the man used to be.
He
was implacable; I was impressed.
He told Katy to get out of the bed, which she did. He threw the bedsheets to the ground disdainfully before placing the pillows in the middle of the bed.
“Get over them and stick your arse right out”
“Alan please, I’m begging you.”
“Shut up!” he growled.
She reluctantly climbed back onto the bed and positioned herself over the pillows. Her red bottom looked like it was glaring angrily at us.
“I am going to give you twelve strokes and you will count each one. After each one you will thank me and ask for the next one”
“Alan….” her voice trailed off.
I was a little surprised at Katy’s behaviour. I knew from experience that she could actually take quite a bit of punishment so it was surely not the prospect of a caning that bothered her so much. What I suspect is that she knew that any power that she had had over her husband was now vanishing.
“Whish-crack!”
The rattan sliced through the meat of her bottom.
“Owwwww! Oww! Shit”
“If you fail to count I start again from the beginning”
I wondered where Alan got that idea from. I suspected that he had started watching discipline videos on the internet.
“One, thank you Alan. Please may I have another one”
Craaack! “Thank you MASTER!” Alan corrected her.
“Two thank you master, please may I have another” Katy replied
The bedroom resounded to the unfamiliar sound of Alan properly disciplining his unruly wife and of me offering him encouragement. Twelve well-deserved strokes were landed with a reasonable amount of skill. It looked as if Alan had been practising, perhaps as I had first done on the pillows over which his wife now lay.
The twelfth was delivered with shocking brutally. I worried that the cane might split but it survived. I could not say the same thing about Kate’s bottom.
“Twelve, thank you master.” Katy said between sobs of pain and protest.
Her caning was concluded but her punishment was not.
From our conversations I had learned that Katy had been an anal virgin until a few week’s previously. It was one act among many that Katy refused to perform. Their sex life mostly consisted of humdrum face-to-face fucking in the missionary position though occasionally Katy would allow Alan to take her from behind.
Now I watched as Alan unzipped his trousers and lay atop his sobbing wife. From the unearthly, yet to me familiar, shriek I immediately ascertained that he had fulfilled his longstanding ambition. I am not sure who respected Alan most at this point, me or his lovely wife.