{"loaderData":{"4":{"story":{"id":"936ecd46-a8ab-4d76-b234-1c4804233171","seriesId":null,"seriesName":null,"currentUserId":"00000000-0000-0000-0000-000000000000","added":"2019-01-08T03:30:54.392Z","title":"A Fried In Need","slug":"a-fried-in-need","shortId":"hnLpTjWO","authorNote":null,"disclaimer":null,"type":"Short","paidUrl":null,"synopsis":"","partCount":1,"parts":[{"partId":"81deda2a-1d74-4686-bfd1-6a7d44cc2597","title":null,"summary":"\nA Friend In Need\n\n\n\n\n\n\nAlan\nlooked at me intently. \n\n“What\ndid you just say?”\nI\nthought that I had ","wordCount":1916,"readTime":10,"number":1,"state":"Published"}],"currentPart":1,"contentTitle":"Chapter 1","content":"

\nA Friend In Need

\n\n

Alan\nlooked at me intently. \n

“What\ndid you just say?”

I\nthought that I had maybe gone a step too far and our friendship might\nbe on the line. But something in his look encouraged me to go one. He\ndid not look shocked or angry, it was more like curiosity.

“I\nsaid I agree. She should be disciplined”

The\n‘she’ in question was Alan’s very attractive young wife, Katy.\nHe let her run rings round her. Understandable perhaps, she was very\ngood looking and still in very good shape despite having produced two\nchildren. If the truth be known I’d always had a bit of a thing for\nher, though had never acted on it, even on that one occasion when\nwe were alone together and she had made it very clear that my\nadvances would not be rebuffed. No, Alan was one of my very best\nfriends and I would not betray him.

“It\nsends a bad message to the girls to let them see their mother\ntreating you with such contempt. If she were my wife, I would put her\nover my lap”

This\nthought cause my dick to stiffen. \n

“I\ncouldn’t..” Alan said hesitantly. \n

“Well,\nyou know, that’s what friends are for...” I said it in a jokey\ntone, so that it could easily be laughed off, if he took offence.

To\nmy surprise he did not seem offended. On the contrary he seemed to be\nwarming to the idea.

“Yes,\nwell, at least I could trust you not to, you know, get carried away”

I\ndid not trust myself as much Alan clearly did but I agreed. \n

Thus\nthe plan was born. Katy would come to my house once a week to be\ndealt with. The rules were clear. I would have free rein on the\nunderstanding that certain things were off limits. She would come\nhome to him at the end of the night shaken up but basically\nundamaged. \n

I\nhave no idea how Alan managed to get Katy to agree. I had my\nsuspicions that Katy had not been respecting the sanctity of the\nmarital bed. Perhaps Alan had found this out and was using it as\nleverage to ensure her co-operation. She had quite a cushy life with\nher well paid husband and doubtless did not want to jeopardise it all\nin a costly and embarassing divorce. \n

So,\nat 7pm prompt an unusually sheepish looking Katy rang my doorbell. \n

The\ncouple were regular visitors so there would have been nothing to\narouse the suspicion of nosy neighbours but still I ushered her in\nquickly. \n

She\ntook off her overcoat and I hung it up. \n

She\nwas wearing a pretty floral dress which stopped just above her knees\nallowing a good view of her shapely legs which were encased in pale\nstockings. \n

I\nescorted her into the living room.

Up\nuntil this point neither of us had spoken. I poured myself a drink\nbut did not offer her one. \n

“Katy,\nyou understand why you are here”

“Yes”\nshe replied

“Yes,\nsir” I corrected her “and do not look at me unless I tell you to”

She\nstood with her hands by her sides glancing at the floor. It must now\nhave become clear to her that I was deadly serious. \n

“So\nKaty tell me why you are here”

“I\nam here to be punished sir”

“And\nwhy do you need to be punished”

She\nlooked a little puzzled at the question.

“Errm\nI am here to be punished because I have been naughty”

The\nphrase sounded a little odd coming from the mouth of the\nsophisticated young wife and mother. \n

“That’s\nright. You have been a bad, disrespectful girl. And\nwhat happens to disrespectul girls?” I\nasked in a condescending tone.

“Errm,\nthey are punished I guess”

“And\nhow are they punished?”

“I\ndon’t know sir”

“Oh\ncome on, don’t be coy. You know damn well that they have their\nknickers taken down and they are spanked on the bare bottoms”

Katy’s\nface was bright red. She nodded glumly in acknowledgment.

I\nwas enjoying this way too much. \n

\n\n

She\nlooked nervous at seeing this side of me which she had never glimpsed\nbefore. Up until now I had been merely her husband’s friend except\nfor that one time…

“Well\nthen we better get a move on. We haven’t got all night. Take off\nyour dress”

She\nhesitated.

“Get\non with it woman” I growled “or I’ll rip the bloody thing off”

This\nhad the desired effect as she hurriedly slipped out of the pretty\ndress and folded it neatly on the chair. \n

I\nhad given her detailed instructions on what she was to wear and she\nhad followed them meticulously. She was wearing pale stockings with a\nwhite suspender belt and she had put the pretty lacy panties on last\nto make them easier to remove. Her stomach was still reasonably flat\nwith no obvious stretch marks. \n

“You\nwon’t be needing the bra” I said

She\nreached behind and unbuckled it to reveal two smallish but very perky\nbreasts. \n

I\nhad often fantasised about seeing Katy naked and she was every bit as\nenticing as I had imagined but I had a job to do. \n

“Put\nyour hands on your head.”

Katy\nobeyed \n

I\nstarted to circle her like a bird of prey closing in on a rabbit.

She\nhad no doubt sensed my growing arousal because it was then that she\ntried to play her remaining hand.

“Look,\nHarry you don’t really need to punish me do you?.We can just tell\nAlan that you did and we could spend the evening doing something much\nmore pleasant” As she said this she licked her lips suggestively. \n

There\nwas no doubt a part of me, well one part in particular, would have\nkeenly taken up her offer but I had made a promise to my friend. \n

“Yes,\nI am sure you would like that slut wouldn’t you?”

As I\nsaid the word ‘slut’ a slap landed on her face.

“Well\nthis is not some afternoon Tinder date with one your fancy fellows. I\nam your husband’s friend and I intend teaching you a lesson in\nrespect.” \n

Katy\nwent pale. It looked as if the waterworks would start at any moment. \n

I\ndid not give her time for such histrionics grabbing her by the hair\nand dragging her across the room to the couch. Katy was now exactly\nwhere I wanted her, over my lap. Without any warming or warm up I\nbegan to spank her furiously. I knew it was important to start as I\nmeant to go on but this was also a way of relieving some of the\ntension which had built up. \n

Katy\nsquirmed and wriggled under the impact of my heavy hand but all to no\navail. I pulled her shapely body against mine firmly and continued\nundeterred. The room resounded to the sound of my hand landing on her\nbuttocks. These wobbled delightfully in response to each blow. Katy \npummelled the arm of the sofa in a desperate effort to relieve her\nsuffering. \n

I\nstopped briefly to remove her underwear

“\nWhat the hell are you doing? You can’t take off my knickers...”

Ignoring\nher protests I yanked them down forcefully and resumed the spanking\nof her bared bottom. \n

In\nthis position I now had a full view of the inviting pout of her pussy\nlips but neither her nor I were too concerned with that at the\nmoment. The spanking continued with growing vigour. Katy’s body was\ntrembling. \n

\n\n

Eventually\nmy arm started to ache so I pushed her contemptuously off my lap. She\nfell to the floor in a heap. The formerly pale cheeks were now an\nangry crimson. She curled up in a foetal position. I looked at the\nclock. It was 7:40 which meant I had about an hour before I had to\nreturn her to husband. Just enough time for a quick breather. \n

I\ntold her to go stand in the corner which she did without hesitation.\nI sipped my drink and admired my handiwork. The lacy panties hung\nredundantly around her knees somehow emphasising her nakedness. Katy\nwas now sobbing inconsolably. \n

“Stop\nyour snivelling girl, I have barely even started”

I\nmust say that this did little to console her. I quickly finished my\ndrink and walked over to the cabinet where I kept my collection of\nimplements. Until a week ago I had scarcely dreamed that I would get\nthe chance to use them on Katy.

“Go\nand kneel on the sofa” I instructed her.
\nShe stumbled a\nlittle as she walked from the corner of the room to the sofa.

I\nhad selected one of my favourite tawses.

This\nimplemented had terrified generation of Scottish youth with good\nreason. It was a vicious implement in the right hands. My mind\nflashed back to Katy acting flirtatiously at parties and the hurt\nlook on my friends face and this filled me with the necessary rage to\nwield it effectively.

“Take\nthat bitch!” I grunted as the stiff leather met soft girl flesh. \n

The\nimpact provoked an otherworldly shriek from my victim. \n

As I\nwas in my townhouse rather than my country residence I was a little\nconcerned about the neighbours. Then I had an idea. \n

I\nremoved Katy’s knickers and rolled them into a ball which I stuffed\ninto her mouth. I then secured this in place with my tie. \n

This\nmade a perfectly serviceable and I could now trash her to my heart’s\ncontent. \n

Her\nhowls were now so muffled that only I could hear them. \n

I\nlost count of how many blows I landed but her bottom was in quite a\nstate. \n

Still\nI wanted to at least give her a taste of the cane so I now told her\nto stand and then to hold her ankles. Her long hair fell forward as\ndid her breasts. Were it not for her enflamed bottom she might have\nbeen doing a yoga pose. \n

I\nwent and fetched one of my cane. It was a fairly thick one which I\nreckoned would make the maximum impression. I knew that I couldn’t\ncane her that hard given the state her bottom was already in and the\npromised I had made to her husband. Nevertheless, even a token caning\nwould presage the threat of what would be to come in future sessions.\nBetween now and then as the bruised and her memories faded her dread\nof it would grow. \n

“I\nam going to give you six strokes and you will count each one, thank\nme and ask for the next. Do you understand”

“Yes\nsir” she grunted in response.

“Very\ngood” I swished the cane through the air. Made contact lightly as a\nway of measuring my aim then landed the first full square across\nKaty’s bottom.

“One\now oow!. Thank you sir, please can I have the next one?”

“Certainly”\nI replied landing a second stroke just below the first.

\n\n

“Ouch\noo, oo, shit shit..” she gasped”

Katy\nstamped on the wooden floor but quickly regained her composure
\n“Two,\nthank you sir. Please may I have the next”

Crack!\nThe cane sliced through the girl flesh like a hot knife through\nbutter. \n

The\nprocess was repeated three more times by which time I knew that I had\npushed her beyond breaking point. \n

A\nshocked and bewildered looking Katy, a far cry from the confident and\ncoquettish young woman with whom I had become familiar, looked at me\nimploringly. \n

“Have\nyou learned your lesson my dear” I asked in an avuncular tone
\n“Yes\nsir, thank you sir”

“I\nam not so sure. I bet that within a couple of days you’ll be up to\nyour old tricks. So, I better see you back here next week at the same\ntime and I think we will most certainly need a bit more of the cane.”

A\nlook of raw terror darkened her pretty face.

\n\n

Although\nher physical chastisement was at an end there was one remaining and\nincreasingly urgent matter. My arrangement with her husband was\nclear. Under no circumstances was I to fuck her. However, as the\nformer US President Bill Clinton so wisely pointed out what I had\nplanned did not technically count as “sexual relations” Certainly\nthere was no danger of her gaining any enjoyment from the act which,\nfor me, was the main thing. So I removed the impromptu gag, pushed\nher to her knees, unzipped my fly and thrust my engorged member into\nher mouth. She gagged as I pushed deeper into her throat though\nfortunately for her my excited state meant that the act did not take\ntoo long. I waited making it clear that she was to swallow everything

I\nthen allowed her to dress and attend to her make up before returning\nto her husband. \n

Later\nthat evening I found her knickers crumpled up in my pocket. They\nwould make a nice souvenir of a very enjoyable evening. \n

\n\n

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