GLORIA
part1
I felt 'nervous as a cat' as I traversed the distance between my
house and Peggy's back door. I'd deliberately waited to hear
Bill leave, not particularly wishing to see him before I'd had a
chance to speak with Peggy about what had occurred the night
before.
The night before. I felt almost hung over from the intensity of
the previous evening's activities. An evening of firsts. The
first time that I'd seen a man (my neighbor and friend of over
twenty years, Bill) whipped to tears by a woman (his wife, Peggy,
my closest friend and confidant for over two decades); the first
time that I'd engaged in sexual activity with anyone other than
my husband, Dave, since our marriage some twenty-odd years ago -
with my best friend, Peggy, no less; the first time that I'd
allowed myself to submit to a spanking (and paddling) from anyone
since attaining adulthood - again, with Peggy.
The previous night's action seemed almost like a dream and could
nearly be dismissed as such if not for the tingle that I still
felt in my buttocks from the spanking and the remaining memories
of my mouth serving Peggy - both front and rear!
I'd lain awake for some time after getting home and showering,
finally opting to masturbate, falling asleep shortly thereafter.
Dave was out of town on business and would return in the evening
- in the meantime, I wanted to talk to Peggy and, I guess, find
out where we would go from here.
The experiences that I'd been introduced to the night before, I
knew, had forever changed me. I'd reveled in my sexual
submission to Peggy, my lips and tongue paying their respects to
her clean-shaven pubes and, later, to her anus. If someone had
told me that I would kneel, nude, behind my best friend and rim
her with my tongue while her husband served her pussy, I'd have
thought that they were crazy.
But, the impossible had occurred. Not only had I enjoyed it,
I'd wallowed in it. The opportunity afterwards to whip (cane,
actually - with the end-three feet of a cane fishing pole) her
husband, as he stood suspended from their basement rafters,
ankles trussed to retaining rings in the floor, had made me
giddy.
The feeling of power that I'd felt, masturbating Bill, looking
him in the eyes, telling him that I was going to have him lick my
hands clean and then thrash him, was one of absolute exultation.
Peggy had suggested that we could train my husband to serve me
in the same manner that Bill had learned to serve her. Like many
married couples, I suppose, Dave and I were very much in love
but, sadly, the 'honeymoon had been over' years before. Peggy
had explained that her sex life had been lackluster and had
transmogrified with the introduction of her 'new program' into
one of daily sexual gratification.
Further, she'd indicated that there were many other benefits to
such a program and said that she'd get into those more today when
I visited for our morning coffee klatch.
As I neared the back door of Peggy's home, I surprised myself
when I realized that I was hoping Peggy would have me again serve
her. I wondered if she'd want to spank me again today. And, I
wondered at my sudden randyness. Dave and I had settled into a
routine of sex on weekends, never seeming to have the time nor,
often, the opportunity, during the week when he was working. His
job called for him to do a great deal of traveling and I'd long
since grown accustomed to sleeping alone during the week.
Peggy and I had been getting together for coffee (or tea) and
'girl talk' on a daily basis each morning for years. This morning
ritual at her kitchen table had seen us through the raising of
children, high school graduations, and tearful departures as our
kids, one at a time, departed for college. Now, both of us
without children at home, we had much more time for chat and much
less distractions - from diapers to school lunches, etc.
We'd pretty much established a routine that called for my
arrival at Peggy's at 7:00 AM each morning. It occurred to me
that, in a manner of speaking, I was 'late' for this morning's
visit and I found myself wondering if Peggy would 'punish' my
tardiness with her paddle.
I would have been hard pressed to explain the excitement that I
felt at the thought of another spanking from Peggy's hand. I'd
never thought of spanking as a sexual activity. Sure, I'd read
of people that included it in their sexual repertoire but had
never dreamed that I would ever find any allure in it.
Now, after the previous night's experience, it was as if someone
had lifted a curtain that had been obscuring my vision. I'd
learned, much to my surprise and delight, that with my butt on
fire from a wooden paddle, I could achieve sexual pleasure of an
intensity that was entirely new to my experience.
It's funny how you think that you know someone that
you've been friends with for years and then something happens
that causes you to realize that you haven't really known them
as well as you had thought.
Peggy and I had been best friends for more than twenty
years. Our husbands both worked for the same company and the
four of us had celebrated our 20th Wedding Anniversaries
together.
We'd watched our children grow up as next door
neighbors, attended their birthday parties over the years,
watched them graduate from high school, and seen them away to
college.
Peggy and I shopped together, attended the same
aerobics classes, jogged together, and played golf together.
We'd laughed together, cried together, and spent countless
hours discussing the most private of secrets.
I thought that I knew Peggy - and her husband Bill -
like the back of my hand. Perhaps I did - but not until six
months ago did I have the "total picture"!
II
As I crossed from our side yard to visit Peggy for our
customary morning coffee klatch, I could hear her arguing with
Bill.
I couldn't make out what was being said but I
recognized their voices. As I neared their back door, I heard
her voice clearly. I'll always remember that moment.
"Bill, shut your mouth and get to the bedroom - NOW!"
Something in her voice gave me a chill and the goose
bumps were standing out on my arms. I almost turned on my heel
when I heard Bill's plaintive whine.
"Honey, please. I have to get to work. Can't it wait
until tonight?"
I was curious as to what must wait; I wondered why Bill
was whining in that almost little-boy tone. I almost thought
that I was imagining things when I heard Peggy.
"I said to get your ass into the bedroom. Not one more
word or you'll regret it. I'll be in to take care of you in a
minute. Now, move!"
There was suddenly silence and I decided that I had
best come back later. As I turned to go, the door opened and
the smiling face of my best friend appeared.
"Come on in, the coffee is ready."
Flustered, I replied, "Perhaps it would be best if I
came back later?"
"Don't be silly. It's time for our morning
get-together. Get in here, you."
As usual, her dominant personality won out and I
followed her gesture into the room, seeking refuge in one of
the kitchen table chairs - one that had arms. Somehow, the
chair arms seemed to provide a sense of security - from what, I
didn't know. That was nuts. But, it was what I felt as I sat
down.
Peggy bustled about the kitchen, her usual bubbly self,
chattering away as she fixed our coffee and put some Danish
onto a plate, bringing both to the table.
As she sat down, I asked, "Are you sure that my
timing's not bad?"
Peggy, taking a sip from her cup, looked me in the eye
and said, "Gloria, get serious. How many years have we been
having this morning time together?
"Nobody, not even Bill, is going to interfere with
that. I ask you as my friend, my best friend, to wait here and
enjoy your coffee.
"Bill is late for work and I must go deal with him.
Please, friend, stay here while I take care of him. No matter
what you hear, hang in there and all will be explained when I
return."
III
This said, Peggy hopped up from her chair, circled the
table, gave me a quick peck on the cheek and with a reassuring
smile, left the kitchen.
My head was spinning. What was going on? She had told
me that she had to "deal with" and "take care of" Bill. What in
the hell did that mean? I didn't have to wait long to find
out.
Like the sound of a pistol, I heard the "crack"
sounding from their bedroom and remembered the sound from my
childhood.
Suddenly, I was transported back through time. I could
almost hear the sound of my brother getting it from mom. When
I had misbehaved, I had been spanked. Spanked with mom's bare
hand. Then again, I was a girl.
When my brother, on the other hand, screwed up, it was
the ping-pong paddle for him. A ping-pong paddle "on the
bare". I well remembered that sound of a wooden paddle making
contact with bare flesh.
With these thoughts racing through my head, I heard the
fearsome, "crack...crack...crack" in rapid succession, this time
followed not by silence but the sound of Bill's sob. Jesus!
My emotions roiled like an angry ocean during a storm.
"Please, Peg, she'll hear. Please, can't we wait until
tonight?"
"Bill, I'm not going to tell you again. Assume the
position and stay there or, so help me, I'll put your sorry ass
into bondage and use the cane."
After this, the sound of the paddle could be heard in a
steady cadence. Once, twice, thrice, and on. I could hear the
paddle fall and could easily imagine its painful effect on
Bill's naked buttocks.
I could also hear the sound of Bill sobbing. His
crying had grown in intensity as the paddling had progressed.
I had known the two of them for over twenty years and had seen
Bill cry only once - at his mother's funeral.
Now, I heard his sobbing - only this time sounding like
a small child - as the paddling seemed to pick up speed and
Peggy could be heard over his cries and the "crack, splat,
crack" of the paddle.
"Stay. Stay. Stay in position. Almost done. That's
a good boy. Take your medicine like a man. Five more, now.
Smack. Four more."
After she said this number, the sound of the paddle
increased in volume and she paused after this stroke to let the
message sink in.
During this brief pause, I could hear Bill's crying. I
could only imagine the tears running down his face - as I knew
that they must be - and the crimson of his buttocks as they
cringed, awaiting the final four blows.
"Crack - three...Crack - two...Crack...One" And, finally,
what seemed like the loudest of all, a mighty "Crack" and it
was over.
IV
I noticed that my body was absolutely frozen in place.
My mouth was dry and I was unable too move my hand to pick up
my cup and relieve my thirst.
My palms were sweaty, pulse pounding in my forehead and
wrists. I felt a flush all over my body. I felt like I could
do nothing but wait for Peggy to return to the kitchen, so I
sat and waited.
I heard the sound of their bedroom door opening and
turned to see Peggy striding into the kitchen. I couldn't
believe my eyes when I saw the rectangular wooden paddle that
she was carrying. I wondered if she knew that she still had it
with her.
Sitting down at the table, Peggy said nothing. She set
the paddle on the table and added some tea to her cup from the
pot on the warmer. Sipping from her cup, she sat in silence
for perhaps a minute or two.
Turning in the direction of the bedroom, Peggy shouted,
"You'd better get it together. You're late for work as it is."
At this, Bill came out of the bedroom dressed in his
customary suit and tie, his eyes red, his face covered with a
blush that could light a dark room.
He seemed almost like a little boy as he approached the
table to, I assumed, give Peggy a parting kiss. Had I not just
witnessed (with my ears) that which had transpired in the
previous ten minutes, I wouldn't have believed my senses when I
observed Bill standing in front of Peggy and humbling himself
with his words.
"Thank you for my punishment, ma'am. I know that I
deserved it and ask that you punish me thoroughly and properly
when you have more time this evening."
"You can count on it. Tonight, it's the cane. And,
you know what we will do before your thrashing. Don't you?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"What?"
"Milk me, ma'am."
"That's right, Bill. And what will you do after I milk
you?"
"Please, ma'am?"
"Do you want to go back into the bedroom right now?"
"No, ma'am!"
"Then answer me. What will we do after I've milked
you?"
"You'll make me eat my cum, ma'am."
"Right again, Bill. And, what will you say after you
have swallowed every drop of your semen?"
"Thank you, ma'am. And, then, please give me the
thrashing that I deserve."
"And, what will I do then?"
"Whip my ass until it bleeds, ma'am."
"Right again, Bill. And, I may even allow Gloria to
watch. It might do Dave some good if Gloria learned how to
train him properly.
"Now, get to work. I'll deal with you when you get
home."
I found myself, to my surprise, approving of what I saw
and heard as I watched Bill pick up his briefcase and hastily
exit the kitchen.
I knew that he had been mortified by my presence and
had done his best to avoid my gaze. For my part, I had kept
silent and hadn't spoken to him as I normally would have.
The sounds of the car starting and then pulling out of
the driveway somehow seemed to be the final curtain of the
drama that I had just witnessed.
I was wrong.
V
Peggy reached out and picked up the paddle. For an
insane moment I feared that she would hit me with it. She, of
course, didn't hit me with the paddle but gestured with it as
she began speaking.
"Gloria, since I bought this paddle and learned how to
use it, my life has changed. I've kept this a secret from you
for six months now and have felt guilty all the time for doing
so.
"We have been best friends now for two decades and I
have always enjoyed the fact that we haven't kept secrets from
each other.
"For twenty years, I did what Bill wanted. I mean in
the bedroom. His pleasure was important. My pleasure was
always secondary.
"I gave him head. When he came, I swallowed it. He
said that gave him more pleasure than my spitting it out and I
didn't stop to think how it could give him more pleasure from
my swallowing. I failed to understand the mental trip involved.
"I didn't enjoy swallowing his semen but I did it. I
did it because he was the man and I was just a woman.
"I did it because I grew up believing that the man is
the boss. That was just the way that things were. I never did
question it. I just went along.
"After maybe fifteen years, I got that macho man to
finally go down on me. He had always said that a real man
never ate pussy.
"A real man ruled the bedroom. And, I went along with
it. For the next five years, Bill would give me maybe thirty
seconds of oral sex and then hop on.
"After we were done screwing, he would roll over and go
to sleep. He would leave his mess in me and on me for me to
deal with in the bathroom afterwards.
"When I returned to the bed, his snores would already
be sounding.
"And then I read a book. I found the book in the
locker room at the spa and recognized only that it was
pornographic from its cover. I quickly put it into my tote bag
and looked at it after I got home.
"When I finally did sit down to read it later that
night, it opened an entirely new world for me.
"It was written by a woman that had been married for
twenty-six years and looked forward to her fiftieth
anniversary.
"This woman had started out her marriage with the same
attitude that I had. She had catered to the wishes of her
husband. She had put her own needs second and, like most men,
he had taken advantage of her.
"She described, in detail, how she'd begun
experimenting with B&D - that's bondage and discipline for the
uninitiated - and their relationship had begun to change from
that moment.
"She learned that most men are like a little boy
inside. Raised by women, they grew up accustomed to female
authority.
"She claimed that, unconsciously, men craved this
submission to the lady that they loved. She said that,
unfortunately, this was both a well kept secret and a secret
that most women were unprepared to exploit to their own
advantage.
"She went on to describe, in detail, how a wife could -
step by step - train her husband to serve her needs and to put
his needs a distant second in the priorities of the bedroom and
in their life together.
"For the past six months, I have been working with Bill
using these same techniques. You got a small sample of the
results this morning.
"I now enjoy having a totally subservient husband at my
command at all times. In the bedroom, it is Bill who now
spends his time with his head between my thighs or his tongue
between my buttocks.
"Gloria, I'm here to tell you - you haven't lived until
Dave spends an hour or two licking your ass-crack and
french-kissing your asshole.
"The first time that I had Bill lick my ass clean after
he had just cum down the groove, I loved the satisfaction of
knowing that he was now the one that ate the cum.
"Now, when I allow Bill to cum in my pussy, it's before
he goes down on me. When we are done screwing now, I don't go
into the bathroom to clean up his mess. He licks it clean.
"When I go to sleep, it is with his face between my
thighs, licking and sucking. When I awaken in the morning, he
knows that I'd better not find one drop of his cum remaining.
He knows that, if I do, he will start the day as he did this
morning."
Peggy finally took a break from her kinky monologue and
reached for her cup. Again, had I not earlier heard the sounds
of the paddle and Bill's crying, and seen the ritual before his
departure - with the evidence of the paddling evident on his
red face - I might have thought this to be a joke.
Because I had heard and seen these things, I knew that
it was no joke. Because I knew that it was not joke, I
realized, my thighs were literally drenched from my juices that
had run like syrup during her story.
Finally, I had to break the silence. "What can I say,
Peggy? I guess for starters, I should thank you for your trust
in discussing this with me and your intentions behind allowing
me to witness what I did today. I doubt, though, if Dave would
ever go along with this type of a program on a regular basis."
"Let me tell you more, Gloria, before you jump to any
conclusions. Let me share with you what I have learned in the
past six months.
"There are basically two types of whippings that I give
Bill. The first is what I call a training whipping. That is
what he got this morning.
"The second, I call a punishment whipping. There is
one minor dynamic that is not the same between the two. A
training whipping is administered while he is horny - before
he's ejaculated.
"A punishment whipping is delivered after his
ejaculation - immediately after. You see, the boy in him, the
masochist, enjoys the training whipping.
"Don't get me wrong. The training whipping hurts. You
heard Bill crying. Trust me. He was hurting a bunch this
morning. But, the pain of the paddling that he got today was
at least partially mitigated by his lust.
"Sometimes, when I'm whipping him, his dick gets hard.
But, if you could hear him scream - through the gag in his
mouth - when he is caned after his ejaculation, you would
understand the total lack of any enjoyment on his part.
"If he fears a training whipping, he is terrified of a
punishment whipping.
"This evening, Bill will receive both a training
whipping and a punishment whipping. You will see and learn for
yourself the very great contrast between the two."
VI
Although Peggy's revelations of the morning had been
rather unusual, I'd not been particularly shocked. After all,
after twenty years of marriage, the raising of two children,
and the usual exposure to popular culture with its references
to sadomasochism, etc., I'd been less than totally ignorant of
such practices prior to her unexpected news.
She had asked me to return to their house around five
o'clock since Bill was due home shortly after that and she
wanted me to be there to see how she dealt with him.
Although part of me was somewhat embarrassed by the
events of the morning and what I was to witness later on, I had
to admit that the prospect of having my husband Dave under my
control for a change was not at all unappealing.
Dave was due to return home from a business trip the
following afternoon, so I had the evening to myself. With him
out of town for the night, I had no worry on that score.
Peggy had said that this would be the first time that
she had disciplined Bill in front of another person and that
she was looking forward to the humiliation that he would feel
from this new experience.
After talking at length about specific techniques of
bondage and discipline, Peggy had explained that the aspect of
humiliation was important to the relationship in that it
reinforced the feelings of submissiveness or subservience on
the part of the "bottom" and was conducive to maintaining the
proper status-quo in the long run.
She had emphasized that the psychological aspects of
the relationship were as important as the spanking, whipping,
etc. As far as the intimacy of what was to transpire in the
evening's activities, I was only a bit concerned.
Dave and I had shared nude hot-tubbing and sun-bathing
with Peggy and Bill on more than one occasion but there had
never been anything overtly sexual about these encounters.
I had never, for example, seen Bill sporting an
erection. On the other hand, I was not a total babe in the
woods and felt that I would be able to deal with the situation.
After I had left Peggy's, I had returned home to a day
of house cleaning (a chore that Peggy said was now totally
taken care of by Bill - and, one that I could pass to Dave, she
assured, if I had him on the same program) and did some grocery
shopping.
After stowing the food, I took a nap and soaked in the
tub for a while.
As I had returned to Peggy's house a little before
five, my head had been full of mixed emotions. What would Dave
say if he knew what I was doing with my evening? I knew the
answer to that one. He'd shit!
On the other hand, I rationalized, perhaps (if Peggy
was right) he would eventually come to embrace the lifestyle
that Peggy and Bill enjoyed. If that was the case, I told
myself, the evening's events were merely necessary "research"
that was to the ultimate betterment of my marriage.
VII
These thoughts were running through my head as I let
myself in the back door of Peggy's house and called out, "Peg,
I'm here".
I could tell by the sound of her voice that she was in
the bathroom when she answered. "Hi. Come on back. I'm just
cleaning up a bit."
I walked down the hallway to the master bathroom and
through the open door. I entered the bathroom to find Peggy
still in the bathtub and seeing her firm breasts above the
water was again jealous of her athletic body.
She was one of those people who could eat anything that
she wished with no worry of gaining weight.
At 5 2 and 120 pounds, Peggy made me feel overweight at
5 7 and 145. She constantly told me that I looked good - as
did Dave and others - but after a chubby childhood, I guess
that I will always feel like I'm too big. Oh, well.
Finishing up with her bath, Peggy asked me to hand her a towel.
When I turned back to face her with a towel in my hand, she
was standing.
I immediately noticed that she had shaved her pubes completely
bare since I had last seen her in the nude. This was new! The
lips of her vulva looked almost child-like in their
hairlessness and Peggy smiled as she spoke to me.
"Are you going to stare at my pussy forever or can you
hand me a towel?"
She laughed to ease my embarrassment and I handed her a
towel.
"So, how do you like the new look? I followed the
advice of the woman who wrote the book that I was telling you
about this morning. With no hair in the way, it is so much
better for Bill to lick and suck without having to stop and
pick hair out of his teeth.
"Further, because, as I told you this morning, he is
now responsible for cleaning me up with his mouth after we have
sex, it is possible to leave no trace of his semen after he is
done."
"I like it. I hope that I don't sound like a lesbian
when I say that it makes your pussy pretty. It looks like the
petals of a flower without the hair to cover it. Does it
itch?"
"It did at first but after a while it started to feel
like normal and you wouldn't believe how it feels to have
Bill's tongue attend to every square inch without the hair
reducing the sensation of his tongue and lips to the skin."
Following Peggy into the bedroom, I found myself
admiring her firm bottom and wondered at myself. I'd never
felt any sexual attraction to another woman and was surprised
at my feelings. Sitting on the bed and watching her as she
stepped into a skirt - without panties - I listened intently as
Peggy continued to "teach".
"Many people into this lifestyle prefer to wear
leathers and high heels...that sort of thing. I think that all
of that is a bunch of nonsense. It's certainly not what Bill
and I are about."
So saying, she pulled a midi-blouse over her head and
walked to the mirror to brush her hair. "You notice that I lam
without panties and bra. I dress this way for convenience.
"Before the night is over, Bill will be spending a
great deal of time with his mouth paying homage to me - front
and back. Underwear would simply get in the way.
As Peggy finished saying this, I could hear Bill's car
pull into the driveway and I looked expectantly to Peggy to see
if she had also heard it.
