{"loaderData":{"4":{"story":{"id":"5533e809-fae4-46ab-8275-b7e1fc455a92","seriesId":null,"seriesName":null,"currentUserId":"00000000-0000-0000-0000-000000000000","added":"2019-01-09T01:25:00.614Z","title":"Katy The Finale","slug":"katy-the-finale","shortId":"qtB8IS3H","authorNote":null,"disclaimer":null,"type":"Short","paidUrl":null,"synopsis":"My final session with Katy before I pass her back to her husband. ","partCount":1,"parts":[{"partId":"7369baff-dba5-48ff-bf77-1b6dc39e1480","title":null,"summary":"\nKaty: The Finale\n\n\n\n\n\nThe time had come to bid Katy adieu. I would still see her, of\ncourse: Alan ","wordCount":1691,"readTime":8,"number":1,"state":"Published"}],"currentPart":1,"contentTitle":"Chapter 1","content":"

\nKaty: The Finale

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\nThe time had come to bid Katy adieu. I would still see her, of\ncourse: Alan is one of my closest friends and, in spite of\neverything, she is still his wife. No, the time had come to hand over\nher discipline to her rightful owner. \nHaving seen Alan in action and the gusto with which he had taken to\nthe task of chastising Joanna I was in no doubt that Katy was in safe\nand very firm hands. Still, I felt that one final session was\nnecessary to reinforce all the important lessons that I had been\nteaching her. Alan agreed. \n

\nSeven pm sharp and she is at my door.\nPunctual, of course. She dare not be otherwise. I wait a while\nbefore answering. She is dressed exactly as I instructed. She is\nwearing a black leather mini-dress,\nfishnets and knee length boots. Her hair is braided and she is\nheavily made up with bright red lipstick. She looks nothing like the\nrespectable housewife she pretends to be. This was intentional on my\npart, as was the instruction that she travel here by public\ntransport. I imagine that she would have had to endure the\ninterested stares of seedy men and the\nglares of hostility from her fellow females. Perhaps some of the men\nhad gone beyond staring and even made approaches, assuming that she\nwas exactly as her outfit advertised. \n

\nI greet her with a deep intrusive kiss. It’s only appropriate given\nthat we are now ‘lovers’. As I do so my hand reaches up\nunderneath her dress to fondle her buttocks. Am I the first to do so\ntoday or did some other man attempt this on the way\nhere? She tolerates the caress. Good. She is learning. My fingers\nprobe under the silky material of her knickers, first her buttocks\nand then the lips of her twat. This gets a\nreaction. She gasps. I play with her a while longer before\ndesisting.

\n“I am sad to say that this will be our last\nsession together. I am sure you have enjoyed our little visits just\nas much as I have but the time has come to pass over the task of\ndisciplining to your husband.”

\nKaty stared into space impassively. \n

\n“Very well then we better not waste any time. I\nput you in that outfit for a reason. For this evening let\nus pretend that you are a high class call girl and\nI am a client with very particular tastes. You already have some\nidea what those tastes are. I have\npurchased you for the evening and nothing is off limits”

\nShe nodded.

\n“Good. How about a sexy little dance to put me\nin the mood.”

\nI turned some music on. It sounded like the\nsoundtrack to a cheap porn film.

\n“Come on then\ncunt, dance for\nme.”

\nKaty attempted to dance sexily but being a\nmiddle-class white English women the attempt was as\nrisible as one might expect.

\n“You are not really trying are you?’ I\nsneered.

\nShe ran her hands through her long hair and then\nover her body aping the motions of some\nteenage dancer in a music video.

\n“The dress isn’t helping much. Take it off!”\n \n

\n“Slowly!”

\nKaty turned her back to\nme and undid the zip at the back of the\nmini-dress, glancing over her shoulder\nsuggestively as she did.

\nAs corny as her little performance was it was\nhaving an effect. I wanted to grab\nher, bend her over the table and screw her but I managed to restrain\nmyself.

\nAfter a few teases the dress was on the floor. She\nwas now down to her underwear. The fishnets were hold ups and she was\nwearing a tiny black thong which barely concealed the mound of her\npussy and which seemed like it was\nswallowed up by her bottom at the back. The\nmatching black bra pushed her shapely breasts into an appealing\ncleavage. I had already decided that her tits would get\nsome special attention. Though they were on the\nsmall side they were shapely and besides\nsmall tits are as easy to hurt as large ones.

\nShe continued her sexy dance. It was clearly an\nexcruciating experience for her, even after all that had already\nhappened. She was clearly\nunaccustomed to behaving so sluttishly and\nshe was doing so in front of a man who had already beaten and abused\nher, and no doubt intended to again.

\n“The underwear!” \n

\nShe undid the bra and then slid the panties down\nher legs. She now wore only the boots and fishnets. They looked\nappealing enough and would not interfere with what I had planned so I\nlet her keep these on.

\n“Okay, that’s enough.”

\nKaty stood in the middle of the room in perfect\nobedient stillness. I drew closer\nand ran my hands over her naked body, toying once more with her pussy\nbefore settling on her breasts. At first I caressed them gently, as\nan attentive lover might, but then my attentions became harsher. I\npulled and tweaked first her left, then her right nipple, which\ncaused her to wince. Then I produced a bulldog clip from my pocket,\ntaunting her with it before attaching it to her right nipple.\nShe gasped in pain. A second was then attached to her right. Her\npretty face contorted in agony.

\nI delivered a few slaps to her bare bottom. \n

\n“Katy you are to receive a whipping.\nYour sluttish behaviour clearly merits it.”

\nShe looked frightened.\nAlthough she had experienced some of my other implements she had not\nbeen whipped yet. She had every reason to suspect that it would be a\nterrible ordeal.

\nMy house is old and still has wooden beams. I\nsecured Katy to\nthem. I threaded the rope over the beam and then used it to fasten\nher arms. I then raised\nher off the ground and secured the rope to\nthe other beam. Dangling from the beams, she\nlooked as helpless as I wanted her to be.

\nI chose a singletail; it would\nmake mincemeat of her slender body.

\nI cracked it a couple of times in the air just to\nlet her know what was coming.

\n“wuh-PSSH!”

\nKaty’s entire body jerked involuntarily in\nresponse causing her to swing.

\n“That was just a test run” I laughed. \n

\n“Now for the real thing”

\nThe whip cracked as it wrapped itself around\nKaty’s body. \n

\n“Aaargh!” she\nscreamed.

\nThe first lash had landed on her bottom and\nthighs. The next was around her belly and back. \n

\n“Yeo-oww!”\nshe yelled

\nI aimed\nthe next one at her tits which were already stinging from the bulldog\nclips. I attempted unsuccessfully to knock one of them off but it\nstill clearly hurt like hell. \n

\n“”Ayeee!” was Katy’s response.

\n Her obvious distress emboldened me so I\nwhipped her tits again. This time the bulldog clip partially detached\nitself. \n

\nKaty let out an unearthly shriek.

\nAgain the whip cut into her fragile feminine frame\nglancing the tops of her thighs and coming menacingly close to her\npubic mound.

\nI lost count of the times I whipped her but I\neventually sensed that she could take no more. She had cried so much\nthat the mascara had run down her face. \n

\nI lowered her to the ground and then undid the\nropes. She was extremely unsteady on her feet.

\nHer pale skin was criss-crossed with angry red\nstripes. I counted at least six wheals on her tits.

\n I ran my hands over her body, inspecting my\nworkmanship. \n

\nKaty probably expected that to be fucked but I had\na further little treat in store. On the table was a sign with the\nwords “WIFE IN TRAINING” in black marker. I put the sign over her\nneck. \n

\nIt was a spring evening which meant that it was\nstill twilight. I opened the back door and gestured for her to go\noutside. She hesitated.

\n“Do you want me to whip you again girl?” I\nasked. \n

\nReluctantly she stumbled out of the door and into\nthe garden. \n

\nI don’t know whether any of the neighbours could\nsee but the fact that they might was humiliating enough for her.\nPerhaps a teenage boy was frantically masturbating at the sight of a\npretty young woman shamed and naked\nin my garden or perhaps it was his sex starved middle aged father.

\nI let her stew for a while and enjoyed a\nwell-earned drink.\nThis gave me time to ponder my dilemma. On the one hand, disciplining\nKaty had had its usual effect and I was\nvery aroused. On the other I still felt\nguilty about what\nhad transpired last time. No, Katy was\nAlan’s property and that could never\nhappen again, unfortunately. It was rather\ndisappointing. Katy’s yoga practice meant that, despite bearing a\ncouple of kids, her cunt was as tight a that\nof a much younger woman. A\nblowjob would give me a little relief but it would be nowhere near as\nnice as Katy’s warm little coven. Then the idea came to me. She had\nanother hole. There would be absolutely no danger of her obtaining\nany pleasure from it, thus it would not technically count as a\nbetrayal of my friend. In fact it would likely be both excruciatingly\npainful and deeply degrading. It was a perfect solution and yet I had\na certain squeamishness where the back passage was concerned. I know\nthat some men delight in the idea of female defecation but I am not\none of them. I toyed with the dilemma while I finished my drink,\ngrowing ever more aroused as I did. \n

\n“Katy, will you come inside please” I called.

\nShe obeyed.

\n“I want you to bend over the arm of the sofa”

\nShe bent over the sofa. Her almost naked form was\ncovered in whip marks. Katy probably had\nsome idea of why I wanted her in that position. She\nprobably expected that I either planned to\npunish her further or fuck her. But what\nwas in store was far worse than that.

\nShe would have experienced first the weight of my\nbody and the roughness of my clothes then the unmistakable sensation\nof my stiff prick between her thighs.\nHer body went still as she awaited the inevitable but then tensed\nagain as my cock ignored the lips of her pussy and travelled further\nup to part the cheeks of her bottom.

\n“NO!” she screamed

\n“Shut up!” I replied pushing her head down.

\nShe screamed again, even louder, as I entered her.

\nHer anus was even tighter than her cunt and the\nspasms of pain she was obviously experiencing added an even more\nexciting twist. I thrust deeper and deeper inside her, each thrust\nprovoking a howl of pain from her. One final deep thrust and I shot\nmy load where nature never intended it to go. \n

\nKaty was blubbering uncontrollably but her ordeal\nwas not yet over. My squeamishness had not gone away and I was\nintensely aware of where my cock had just been. I got off her and\nwalked to the top of the couch. I grabbed her by the hair and pressed\nher face into my crotch. My dick was\nsurprisingly tumescent. I\nhave no doubt that it\nsmelt disgusting. Katy was about to find out just how badly her own\nanus smelt and tasted.

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