{"loaderData":{"4":{"story":{"id":"ac629944-6c5e-4aa8-963d-a88d0319e3cb","seriesId":null,"seriesName":null,"currentUserId":"00000000-0000-0000-0000-000000000000","added":"2019-01-15T13:40:50.72Z","title":"Alan And Katy: A Surprising Twist","slug":"alan-and-katy-a-surprising-twist","shortId":"RXamNf6o","authorNote":null,"disclaimer":null,"type":"Short","paidUrl":null,"synopsis":"I thought I had said farewell to Katy but it seems Alan lacks the necessary mettle to deal with his own wife and as a result she has returned to her bad habits. This time I decide to involve Alan in the process. (This story prompted by a request from Loki. I hope he enjoys it and I am always open to reader requests and suggestions)","partCount":1,"parts":[{"partId":"9e51e95f-0748-4960-9876-8daaa564ac57","title":null,"summary":" It was Friday evening and I was due to meet Alan. It had been a\nwhile. It wasn’t that we were ","wordCount":2861,"readTime":14,"number":1,"state":"Published"}],"currentPart":1,"contentTitle":"Chapter 1","content":"

It was Friday evening and I was due to meet Alan. It had been a\nwhile. It wasn’t that we were avoiding each other; it is just that\nI had to make up for all the time spent with Katy during which I had\nneglected my other projects. I was also pretty sure Alan would have\nhis hands full dealing with his wife. \n

We met in our\nfavourite pub and while it was as pleasant as ever to catch up with\nhim, he seemed a little distracted. After a couple of beers I decided\nto press him about what was troubling him. I decided not to beat\nabout the bush.

“How are things\ngoing with Katy. Is she behaving herself?” \n

“Sure” he said a\nlittle too emphatically.

I looked at him\nintently.

“Mate, don’t\nbullshit a bullshitter.”

“Well, not\nreally…” his voice trailed off.

“Come on man,\nwe’re friends and we have been through a lot together” Images of\nthrashing young Joanna’s bare behind no doubt sprang to both our\nminds.

He told me that for\nthe first few weeks Katy had been like a new person. She was the wife\nhe had always dreamed of having. Then she started slipping back into\nher old ways.

“You haven’t\nbeen giving her her maintenance spankings have you?” I asked

“Well, they just\ndidn’t seem necessary”

“I knew it. They\nare ALWAYS necessary, my friend.” I replied. \n

I had already\nguessed what he was going to tell me but the details, and the\naudacity of it even shocked me, with my long experience dealing with\nwayward females.

Alan had been\nfeeling unwell and so had come home early from work to find the bed\nunmade and an unfamiliar item of male underwear under the bed.\nSomeone had obviously left in a hurry. \n

“Bloody hell” I\nexclaimed “in the marital bed no less!”

“Exactly” he\nreplied.

“Well, at least, I\nguess you gave her a bloody good thrashing.”

His reply\ndisappointed me. It seemed that although he had been more than\nwilling to beat the behind of a stranger his old reluctance about\nhitting his own wife could not be so easily overcome. His vain and\ncontemptuous wife had taken advantage of that.

“I guess that a\ndivorce is inevitable” he said this sadly no doubt contemplating\nthe financial burden and the prospect of being a lonely middle aged\nman with little or no access to his kids.

“There is an\nalternative.” I said “There is always an alternative”

Just in case he\ndidn’t take the hint, I spelled it out for him.

“I could just\npunish her again and make sure she really feels it this time but the\nbottom line is that she still does not respect you. That won’t\nchange unless you man up and start dealing with her like a woman\nneeds to be dealt with. So, I have a suggestion”

My plan was that we\nwould deal with Katy together as we had done with Joanna. There was\none small detail though.

“Listen please\ndon’t take this the wrong way and feel free to say no but in my\nopinion the problem is that I never really finished Katy’s\npunishments the way they should be. Particularly as the misbehaviour\nis sexual in character she really needs to associate the experience\nof being fucked by someone other than you as a source of pain and\nhumiliation rather than illicit pleasure.”

“What are you\nsaying?” Alan asked.

As with our first\nconversation on this matter I was worried that I had put our\nfriendship at risk. Surely he would baulk at the prospect of me\nscrewing his wife. To my surprise he seemed surprisingly open to the\nsuggestion.

“So here’s how\nit goes. I will give her a good thrashing, then I will fuck her. You\nwill punish her for this disgraceful betrayal with a proper caning.\nThat way she really will think twice before letting some other bloke\nstick his dick in her.”

“Well, you are the\nexpert in these matters. If you think it is necessary”

“It is.”

In the middle of the\nnext week I arrived at their home. It would be an interesting\nexperience punishing Katy at home. I have always found that there is\nsomething particularly effective in disciplining a woman within her\nown walls. If she cannot feel safe here she cannot feel safe anywhere\nand Katy definitely needed to feel unsafe.

The kids had been\ndispatched to their grandparents for the night, which meant that we\nwould have the privacy we needed.

Katy was wearing a\ndark cocktail dress with black stockings and high heels. Her hair was\nup and she wore a touch of make up.It was as if she was dressed for a\ndinner party rather than to be chastised. I thought that this was a\nreally nice touch on Alan’s part. To say that she was not happy to\nsee me would be an understatement. Not only would the sight of me\nbring back memories of the horrors and violations I had inflicted on\nher not so long ago, Alan would undoubtedly have made clear what we\nhad planned. I was a little surprised that she had agreed to go along\nwith it but it seems that the prospect of divorce is not an appealing\none, even for a wife as dubious in her commitment to the institution\nof marriage as Katy. \n

She took my coat.

In the living room\nAlan was sitting on the sofa. He greeted me warmly.

“Hello mate”

“Hi”

He handed me a glass\nof whiskey.

Neither of us spoke\nto Katy.

“Have you prepared\neverything?” I asked

“I have indeed, I\nhave a selection of straps, a couple of riding crops and, of course,\na selection of canes. Do you think you will need to punish her tits?”

Alan seemed to have\nbecome something of an expert on the punishment of errant females. \n

“Perhaps. We’ll\nsee”

“Well, if you do,\nI have a couple of items that may come in handy out in the tool shed.

“Very good” I\nreplied.

I then turned to\naddress his wife

“Katy, I am very\ndisappointed. I had thought that you would have learned your lesson\nand that a new one would be unnecessary but sadly it seems your\naddiction to male attention has got the better of you, once again. \nWhen will you learn that your cunt is your husband’s sole\nproperty?’

It was all rather\nhypocritical given what I had done to her only a few weeks previously\nbut my little lecture seemed to be having the desired effect. She was\nblushing deeply. \n

“I would have\nkicked you out on that pretty arse of yours by now but Alan is\nwilling to give you one final chance but only under certain\nconditions. You will be punished, severely but this time Alan will\nbe participating.”

She looked a little\nsurprised by this. She looked first at me then at Alan then back at\nme again.

“That’s right”\nAlan said. “I am going to give you damn good hiding”

A slightly\ncontemptuous look briefly crossed her face but the gravity of the\nsituation quickly dawned on her. \n

“You don’t have\nto agree but if you don’t I am afraid that divorce is the only\noption and I happen to be very good friends with the magistrate. I\nwill have a word and make sure that Alan gets full custody of the\nkids.”

This was all bluff\nbut she seemed to take the threat very seriously.

“Right then let’s\nbegin. Take off that silly bloody tart’s rags you are wearing.\nAnyone would think you were meeting up with one of your fancy men”

She hesitated. It\nwas clearly not the prospect of being naked in front of her husband\nthat troubled her. It was probably not even the idea of undressing in\nfront of me. She had become accustomed to this too. It was obviously\nthe idea of humiliating herself like this while her husband watched.

“Alan” she\npleaded.

He remained silent.

“Don’t make me\nbloody rip it off!” I said

She reluctantly\nreached behind to unzip the dress and let it slip to the floor.

She looked stunning\nin expensive black lingerie, a frilly bra and knickers and stockings\nand suspenders. I am sure Alan had paid for it. I was just as sure he\nwas not the main beneficiary.

“That’ll do for\nnow” I said

I sat down and\npatted my lap as if signalling to some kind of domestic animal rather\nthan a sophisticated woman.

“You know the\nroutine” \n

Once again she\nhesitated. This was starting to get a little annoying. Alan now\nchimed in. \n

“Do as you are\ntold woman!” \n

She seemed surprised\nby the firmness of his tone. \n

Katy now positioned\nherself over my lap. Even though I had disciplined several women of\nall shapes and sizes since I had spanked her last, there was\nsomething nicely familiar about the feel of her body. I also\nrecognised the rather nice fragrance she was wearing.
\nI held\nher firmly in position as Alan watched intently. He was clearly\nexcited at the sight of his wife being punished by another man,\nperhaps especially when it was a trusted old friend.

Alan\ntold me that Katy had once half jokingly suggested spicing up their\nsex life with a threesome. “Be careful what you\nwish for” was the thought that came to mind at this point.

I paused briefly to\ntake in the now familiar but still very appealing sight of Katy’s\nbottom encased in the frothy black lace of the panties. I recalled\nthe various things I had already done with that arse before landing\nmy first blow.

“Ouch!” was\nKaty’s response.

I looked over at\nAlan. I could see he was already very excited.

“Please, go on.”\nhe said

“Slap!” my hand\nlanded forcefully on her right buttock.

“Thwap” this\ntime it landed on her left.

I started to build\nup a rhythm. Katy wriggled and squirmed but I held her tightly round\nthe waist. There was to be no escape from my attentions.

I decided to torment\nher with a childish taunt.

“Eeny meeny miny\nmo, catch a cheating wife, slap her on her butt”

It didn’t rhyme\nbut that didn’t really matter.

Alan stared at us\nintently while this was going only briefly breaking into a smile at\nmy nursery rhyme.

I\nnow got back to business slapping her bottom harder and harder each\ntime. It was now the point at which I needed to remove her knickers.\nI wondered how she would respond. She had offered no resistance the\nlast two times I had taken them down but now I would be doing so in\nfront of her husband. Despite everything she needed to preserve the\npretence that she really was not the type of woman who let other men\nremove her underwear. So when my hand went\nto the waistband of her silk black panties, her hand came back and\nalso grabbed them. We engaged in a brief contest of wills before I\ntriumphed, the frothy lace\nwas yanked down to the top of her thighs and I resumed spanking her\non the bare.

I lost count of how\nmany slaps I landed but Katy’s bottom was now an attractive shade\nof pink.

I abruptly stopped\nand stood up, which caused her to tumble unceremoniously to the\nfloor.

“Get up and kneel\non the chair!” I commanded.

She stumbled to her\nfeet before quickly obeying my instruction.

Katy was now\npositioned in the middle of the room kneeling on the dining room\nchair which I had previously placed there. He frilly panties hung\nredundantly round her legs. I now removed her bra. \n

She looked\nfrightened. We had discussed punishing her tits and she already knew\nhow painful that was so she no doubt feared that that was what was in\nstore for her. The threat was a god way of ensuring her continued\nobedience.

I picked up a\nleather tawse that Alan had so generously supplied. I was impressed,\nhe had made a good choice. It was new and still had a fresh leather\nsmell about it. It was also very stiff which meant that wielded\nproperly it would hurt like hell. His cheating wife was about to find\nthat out. \n

“Craack!”\nthe stiff leather bit into her feminine softness.

“Ayeee!” her\nshriek swiftly followed. \n

“Thwaack!”\nanother one, even harder.

“Aaaargh!”\nhowled Katy.

And so it went on\nfor several minutes, her cries becoming louder as the pain\nintensified and my excitement grew. I looked over at Alan but he was\nclearly in no mood to show mercy so I hit her again this time one her\nthigh.

The howl of pain\nthat she now emitted sounded like it might break glass.

Her bottom was red\nwith the marks of the tawse. They looked like a lizard’s forked\ntongue.

I stopped but if she\nthought this was the end to her punishment she was soon to be\ndisabused of that idea.

“Stand up Katy and\nput your hands on your head”

I nodded to Alan. It\nwas a signal we had previously agreed upon. If he had decided against\nthe idea I would not follow through on what we had planned. He gave\nme an enthusiastic thumbs up. \n

“Since your bad\nbehaviour took place in the marital bedroom, which I don’t need to\ntell you should be a sacred place, Alan and I have agreed that the\nnext stage of your punishment should also take place there.

Katy looked panicky.

“We are going to\ndo a little role play. I am going to play your lover and Alan will\ncome home to catch us in the act. He will then punish you the way you\nshould have been punished before.”

Katy looked at Alan\nin desperation.

“No Alan, please\ndon’t make me do this”

As far as Alan was\nconcerned this would be the first time that I had fucked his wife and\nso I expected him to have mixed feelings at the very least. However,\nhe seemed rather excited by the prospect. \n

I\nescorted Katy to their bedroom. The bed was neatly made on this\noccasion. I peeled back the bedsheets and told her to get in. She\ntook off her heels and lay on the bed. Normally I prefer to conduct\ndisciplinary fuckings more or less fully clothed. It’s generally\nnot a good idea for the disciplinarian to\nbe seen to lose dignity but for the sake of realism, I also\nundressed. For realism’s sake\nI also began by giving her a deep tonguey kiss which I could tell she\nclearly disliked. I spent a bit of time\nre-acquainting myself with her lovely body running\nmy hands over her belly and playing with her tits like a lover might.\nUnlike the previous occasion I also took care to prepare her\nfirst fingering\nthen licking her pussy lips and clit.\nThe whole thing needed to be as close to original offense as possible\nI reckoned. I could tell that despite herself Katy was responding to\nmy attentions as I smelt a familiar musky scent ans\nher cunt moistened and readied itself for a\nvisitor. As a result, this time, my cock\nslid into her,\nrather than needing much force.\n\n

After a while I\nheard Alan’s footsteps. I assumed he would enter at any moment but\nhe waited outside the door. I carried on screwing his wife. Perhaps\nit was the preparation or perhaps (as I suspected was true of most\nwomen) Katy had a deep primal response to a dominant man because I\nfelt her cunt spasm and grip the shaft of my penis. Her body started\nto writhe involuntarily and she started to emit deep moans. \n

I kept going. Surely\nAlan would stop before I came inside his wife but still he waited. A\nfew more thrusts and I could not restrain myself. Katy came again\njust as I was re-decorating the walls of

her cervix with my cum.

Then the door\nopened.
\n“What the bloody hell is going on here?” Alan said\nin a tone of mock outrage.

“Look I am really\nsorry mate…..” I started \n

He cut my\nexplanation short.

“No it’s okay.\nIt’s quite understandable. My wife is a very attractive woman. We\nboth know who the real culprit is. If anything I consider you the\nvictim in all of this.”

We were both finding\nit difficult to keep a straight face.

I quickly got out of\nbed and hurriedly dressed.

Katy lay on the bed\nclutching the bed sheets over her in the classic pose of a woman\ncaught in flagrante.

I made to leave.

“No Harry, stay.\nYou see this is not the first time this has happened. I want you to\nwitness how I deal with my wife when she misbehaves.”

Alan walked over to\nthe wardrobe. He came back with a cane.

“No\nAlan please don’t….” Katy made one last desperate attempt to\npersuade the man used to be.
\nHe\nwas implacable; I was impressed.

He told Katy to get\nout of the bed, which she did. He threw the bedsheets to the ground\ndisdainfully before placing the pillows in the middle of the bed.

“Get over them and\nstick your arse right out”

“Alan please, I’m\nbegging you.”

“Shut up!” he\ngrowled.

She reluctantly\nclimbed back onto the bed and positioned herself over the pillows.\nHer red bottom looked like it was glaring angrily at us.

“I am going to\ngive you twelve strokes and you will count each one. After each one\nyou will thank me and ask for the next one”

“Alan….” her\nvoice trailed off.

I was a little\nsurprised at Katy’s behaviour. I knew from experience that she\ncould actually take quite a bit of punishment so it was surely not\nthe prospect of a caning that bothered her so much. What I suspect is\nthat she knew that any power that she had had over her husband was\nnow vanishing.

“Whish-crack!”

The rattan sliced\nthrough the meat of her bottom.

“Owwwww! Oww!\nShit”

“If you fail to\ncount I start again from the beginning”

I wondered where\nAlan got that idea from. I suspected that he had started watching\ndiscipline videos on the internet.

“One, thank you\nAlan. Please may I have another one”

Craaack! “Thank\nyou MASTER!” Alan corrected her.

“Two thank you\nmaster, please may I have another” Katy replied

The bedroom\nresounded to the unfamiliar sound of Alan properly disciplining his\nunruly wife and of me offering him encouragement. Twelve\nwell-deserved strokes were landed with a reasonable amount of skill.\nIt looked as if Alan had been practising, perhaps as I had first done\non the pillows over which his wife now lay.

The twelfth was\ndelivered with shocking brutally. I worried that the cane might split\nbut it survived. I could not say the same thing about Kate’s\nbottom. \n

“Twelve, thank you\nmaster.” Katy said between sobs of pain and protest.

Her caning was\nconcluded but her punishment was not. \n

From our\nconversations I had learned that Katy had been an anal virgin until a\nfew week’s previously. It was one act among many that Katy refused\nto perform. Their sex life mostly consisted of humdrum face-to-face\nfucking in the missionary position though occasionally Katy would\nallow Alan to take her from behind. \n

Now\nI watched as Alan unzipped his trousers and lay atop\nhis sobbing wife. From the unearthly, yet\nto me familiar, shriek I immediately\nascertained that he had fulfilled his longstanding ambition. I\nam not sure who respected Alan most at this point, me or his lovely\nwife.

\n\n

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