Wayward Wife's Punishment
Chapter 25
I know that it's a breach of male security to let anyone know that I was
moved to tears by what I had just finished reading. It was a stunning document,
and the more I thought of it, the more I began to get that very uncomfortable
feeling that this was also part of the mosaic that was being slowly revealed to
me.
How did Shirley become in a sense Willa's guardian? How did Willa manage
to survive in almost total isolation, nearly dead from her terrible ordeal, and
with not a soul aware of her predicament? I had no answer for either question,
but I was beginning to get another vague feeling, one that seemed to be hinting
at a connection between Shirley Wu and all the coincidences that seemed to be
dogging me these days. They weren't coincidences, were they?
I had to stop speculating because I knew it would only lead to a major
case of paranoia. I dismissed calling Shirley, since I felt drained and the last
thing I wanted to do was to have a serious discussion of what her connection to
all of this is. A few minutes later I was in bed, hiding under the covers, as I
realized that there was a bogeyman under my bed.
The buzzer on the clock radio went off like a huge angry hornet,
interrupting a rather nasty scene that was being played out in my dream world.
Shirley Wu, now a towering stick figure, was chasing me with a large book in her
hand. I was running for my life, but was going nowhere fast. It was gloomy and
there didn't seem to be anything else of consequence around the two of us. I had
just turned and realized she was above me, and the book was coming down from the
darkness as I stood there frozen in my tracks. Talk about getting saved by the
bell, or buzzer in this case.
The commute to work was the usual stop and go for nearly an hour. Worse
yet was the weather forecast of an early dusting of snow beginning just in time
to screw up the evening scramble to get back home and prepare for the next day
on the merry-go-round. I was in no mood for trouble today. How to handle Shirley
was still an issue, but perhaps the weather might turn out to be a blessing in
disguise. I was sure she wasn't eager to drive across town in the snow and ice.
That would give me even more time to plan how to get to the bottom of this
newest mystery.
The hive was really buzzing this morning; there was a rumor going around
that the department head, JJ's boss, was being replaced as of the start of next
week. As far as I was concerned it made no difference to me; I was too far down
the food chain to be affected by a move at the top. A couple of hours later I
wasn't so sure.
At break I bumped into one of the prime company gossips and was speedily
informed that the new boss, who was on the premises, was a woman by the name of
Lilith Landry. I choked on my coffee as it set in that this was another member
of the alliteration mob, another woman who was about to enter and probably screw
up my life even more than it was. I started reeling them off in my mind, and
decided that was not a good thing to do for the sake of my mental health. I
wondered what the connection between LL and JJ might be as my paranoia increased
by leaps and bounds.
By end of day I had learned a few more things about this woman, and they
did not sit well with me. Lilith was in her early 40s, divorced and had
transferred from the Dallas office. I wondered what kind of incentive she'd been
given to move up to the frigid North where snowmobiling and ice fishing were the
local pastimes for about four months and being eaten by gigantic mosquitoes was
the major summer sport in the land of the thousand lakes and one hundred
thousand motorboats. What turned me completely around was the latest piece of
info, she had been raised and educated in England, having moved to the good ole
USA only four years ago. I wondered how that was sitting with Jillian baby; then
I wondered how Lilith liked American men, or was it perhaps women?
Those SOBs at the Weather Channel had hit the nail on the head and the
commute home was fraught with peril as folks relearned how to drive during
inclement weather. Twice I was witness to the aftermath of failure to heed the
warning about fooling with Mother Nature. Despite this and the usual snafus
associated with belonging to the herd of cars all headed in the same general
direction, I managed to arrive at my apartment in a single piece with most of my
mental faculties intact. To my astonishment there was Shirley Wu camped out at
my door, looking like she'd been through the wringer.
I hustled the chilled teen into the warmth of my apartment, and poured
her a stiff one. While she defrosted I put a couple of frozen things that could
pass for food, if one was extremely hungry, into the microwave. Then I poured
myself a double and joined her on the couch. She looked over at me and said, "I
was in the neighborhood and thought I'd drop by to check on how you've been
taking care of my toys."
It was good to hear the old wise-cracking Shirley once again. All I
could do was give her a silly smile and squeeze her hand, which was still cool
to the touch. "I have a few thousand questions to ask you, but I'll defer them
until after we've fed our faces and got a bit more comfortable." She gave me a
little smile and returned my squeeze with one of her own. "You read it; I know
by that look on your face when you saw me at your door. What did you think?" I
sighed deeply before trying to give her a sensible answer.
"It explained some things, but it also created some more questions. I
want to discuss the whole thing with you, but not until we've had something to
eat and perhaps another drink." Now it was her turn to sigh. I got up and fussed
around in the kitchen just to have something to do. She watched me and sipped on
her drink. "Got any dirty movies that I can watch? I need some help to get my
juices flowing. Can you believe that I spent nearly any hour diddling myself
with my favorite vibrator and didn't even get off. Now that's not a good thing.
Maybe I lost my interest in sex because of all those greedy, money-grubbing guys
that have taken over the night life in Hong Kong."
Her remarks forced a chuckle from me. "I was planning on maybe making a
dirty movie tonight starring my favorite Chinese sex maniac. How does that
sound?" She laughed and replied, "Does she get a big enema while she's all tied
up? Does she get a good spanking for being such a needy, greedy kind of a girl?
Then does she get screwed until her eyes cross, I hope?" I gave her my best
Groucho Marx leer and replied as I flicked my imaginary cigar, "Young lady, who
showed you a copy of my script for tonight?" At that point the bell rang,
announcing that dinner, such as it was, was ready to be served.
After eating we settled back down on the couch for an after dinner
drink. Shirley knew what was coming and as soon as I launched the first
question, she waved her hand and told me to be quiet so she could tell me about
her and Willa. It seems that the connection between Shirley and Willa was
Shirley's mother. Mrs. Wu was a rather well known gymnastics coach with a great
reputation. In fact so good that she was invited to assist the UK gymnastic team
in preparation for the 1988 Olympics held in Seoul. Willa Cabot was a young
alternate who suffered a serious injury during training and failed to qualify.
However she and Mrs. Wu kept in contact and when Willa emigrated to the US in
the late 90s, she came into contact with Shirley who at the time was enrolled in
a prep school located in of all places Minneapolis, Minnesota.
Willa had never quite recovered from her missed opportunity. She had
inherited a small sum of money from her parents' estate, enough for her to buy
that little house near French Lake. It was strictly by chance that Shirley had
chosen to visit her when she did. The fact that she had been unable to reach
Willa by phone for a number of days had her concerned enough to take the drive
out to her place in the woods.
Shirley had never before seen the car that was parked beside the house.
She got no answer when she rang the door bell. She became concerned and went
around to the rear to discover a window slightly open. She entered to find the
trainer on the floor, dead of evidently a heart attack or stroke. There was no
blood and he didn't have any obvious wounds on his face and head. Despite the
shock of finding a dead man in Willa's house, Shirley continued to search and
found her friend lying unconscious in one of the other rooms. At first Shirley
thought she was dead, that's how bad Willa looked.
Somehow she managed to rouse her friend. Willa succeeded in convincing
Shirley that she should not be taken to a hospital. Instead Shirley got her to
the point that she was able to collect her meager possessions, one being the
journal I'd read, and accompany Shirley back to her place. Mrs. Wu made the
arrangements that allowed Shirley and Willa to go to Hong Kong so that she could
be properly cared for. I was elated to hear that part of her story, for I had
given up on Willa being able to survive. It would take some time, perhaps years
before Willa would be ready to face reality in all its aspects, but there was
some hope that she just might be able to do it. For the second time in a little
over a day, I felt the urge to cry, this time for joy. However being a typically
conflicted member of the male race, I resisted. After all, what would Shirley
say? I had an image to uphold, silly me!
It suddenly dawned on me that I'd been wool gathering; there was this
funny look on Shirley's face. I wondered how long I'd been away. I reached over
and tousled her straight black hair, hardly mussing it. She playfully slapped at
me, declaring that I was assaulting this fragile little Chinese girl for my own
nefarious reasons. Come to think about it, I suddenly did feel like assaulting,
in a good way of course, this lithe lovely, just for the hell of it, to
celebrate one small victory in this weird battle I was having with an unknown
enemy. Shirley picked up on my mood and gleefully slapped away at me. Between
giggles she challenged me to do my worst, because she was in no mood for any
more pussyfooting around when it came to scratching her kinky itches.
I made WooWoo strip down to her white cotton lollipop panties and
strapless bra, a strange combination of underwear as far as I was concerned.
Then I produced a little surprise for my kinky Asian friend, plastic ties, the
type used for heavy duty industrial applications. When one of these babies
wrapped itself around any portion of your anatomy, you knew about it in no
uncertain terms. Shirley had a puzzled look on her face when I showed them to
her. I made her turn her back to me and then I used the first one to bring the
upper portions of her pipe-stem arms together.
She practically purred when she felt the plastic dig into what passed
for her biceps. Her purring got louder when I joined her elbows and then her
wrists together, actually making her skin pop up through the slots in the
material. " Oh wow, this is fucking neat! I didn't know you had it in you. Who
have you been fooling around with while I've been away?"
I responded to that remark with a vicious pinch to the bottom portion of
her scrawny ass. "I'm getting wet already and you haven't even stuck anything up
my butt yet. This is going to be a fun evening. Come on tiger, make me beg." I
gave her another pinch, this time nipping mostly skin covering her flat belly.
Little Mikey was wide awake and eager to join in the fun. I was sorely
tempted to just throw her down on the bed and fuck her brains out, but the wimp
part of me was scandalized by this crude idea and declined to play. So I slapped
Shirley on her flat ass and told her to get moving toward the bathroom. There, I
made her cool her heels while I dug up that strange contraption I'd used on her
the last time.
I hung the bag on the shower rod above the tub and then started to pull
down her panties. The next thing I knew I was staring at her recently waxed
pubes. You talk about a coin slot for a cunt, her's would only take dimes, it
was that tight. I took a deep breath and inhaled the aroma of a pussy marinating
in its own juices. My little friend was eager for fun and games. I lost cntrol
for a brief moment and grabbed her cheeks and pressed my face into that moist
slit and gave it one swift lick, my tongue flat to get the most traction as I
slipped and slid up that tight trench. Shirley didn't help matters when she
began humping my face and moaning. Things were really beginning to get out of
hand.
Somehow I managed to extricate myself from her clutches, reluctantly I
might add. Then I whipped out surprise number two, an elastic sleeve normally
used by athletes to prevent pulled thigh muscles. I made WooWoo step into it and
then I slowly pulled it up until it encircled her waist, running from just above
her hairless cunt to just beyond her innie navel. I couldn't resist sticking my
tongue into that little cup of flesh and giving it a taste. It was a bit on the
salty side and I detected some traces of mystery material embedded within the
folds of skin.
I now began to tighten the sleeve using the Velcro flap. After a couple
of yanks she started to pant for breath. I gave her a moment to accustom herself
to the constraining pressure, and then give it one last yank bringing a squeak
from the little Chinese doll. Now I moved to step two. Off came the bra
revealing her apple sized tits capped by nipples that were definitely in the
erected state. I couldn't help myself, I had to tweak those brown nubbins. She
rewarded me with a yelp this time.
When she got a look at the second sleeve her eyes got big, real big. It
didn't take a genius to figure out where this one was going. "You miserable
bastard! How could you be so mean to me? Why are you taking advantage of this
poor little orphan from the storm?" Neither she nor I could keep a straight face
at this point. I could tell she was really turned on by all these neat surprises
and she didn't know it yet, but there was more to come, in more ways than one.
By the time I finished tightening this sleeve she was really gasping for air.
"It hurts to breath." she wheezed. I laughed and smacked her on the butt. "I've
got another little surprise left,but you'll have to stay put while I retrieve it
from the fridge."
Shirley was still standing where I left her when I got back with the
bucket of crushed ice that I'd kept in the freezer and the two quart jug of ice
water I'd also stored in the fridge for just this occasion. "Just the thing to
calm down a hot-holed honey who thinks she can fuck all night and expects to
turn me into a dried out husk with her demands for more and more cum." My words
and the sight of the frosted plastic container plus the jug of water got her
undivided attention. I poured the crushed ice into the enema bag and added the
two quarts of ice water, creating a frigid bath for her bowels to accept.
As before, I had to follow her instructions to squeeze this bulb, then
push that nozzle up her butt hole, and so on and so on. She gave me a wicked
grin when I made her suck on the nozzle to make it easier to slide into her.
"What, no vaseline?.....What kind of a monster are you anyway?" Shirley said
between gasps. When I opted for the Loch Ness monster as an answer, she laughed
out loud. "Not too bad for a guy with no sense of humor." she replied, when she
finally was able to speak. I forced her to lean forward, and as she did, I
opened the clip and started filling her insides with the slushy mixture of ice
and cold water.
She began responding to the cold and pressure almost immediately, her
body shaking, her feet moving back and forth. I ran my hand over her smooth ass
and noticed the pebbling of the skin. I slipped a finger into her cunt and
wiggled it around to check the amount of moisture. It felt dry to the touch, as
if the cold was freezing her cunt juices into ice. Soon her teeth began to
chatter and the first wave of cramps hit. WooWoo let out a strangled grunt and
her head came up, as if she was trying to escape from the rising tide of water
filling her lower intestines. Another set of cramps, much stronger this time
raced through her trembling body. I gave her pebbled ass a few good spanks to
break the mood. She seemed oblivious to the blows, her feet still doing their
little dance and the shaking and chattering increasing by the minute. The next
burst of cramping brought more strangled gasps from between her clenched teeth.
The goose bumps had now expanded to her thighs and pubic mound, as the icy
mixture made further inroads.
"Oh, baby........oh, baby....this fucking....hurtsssssss" She was
hissing now because the shaking, the pain and the unyielding pressure from the
two sleeves were crushing her as if she was in the folds of some giant python
that was squeezing the life from her. When she started to cry I got a little
concerned. I reached beneath her trembling body and pressed the palm of my hand
against the cold skin of her pubes. I could feel the muscle contractions that
were occurring from the combination of the enema and the force from the elastic
bands squeezing her abdomen and chest. I decided to stop the flow and allow her
body heat to begin increasing the temperature of the icy slush inside her. She
tried to stand to relieve some of the pressure, but this did not prove to be a
good move, especially when another wave of cramps made her body twitch from the
pain. I watched as she sobbed and began bending herself in half to try to
relieve some of the pain that was rumbling through her intestines.
The icy enema and the elastic sleeves were working almost too well. I
was starting to get worried about my little bundle of kinkiness. I hugged her
trembling body and asked if she had enough. She gasped out a few choice words in
Chinese which I interpreted as a wish for something bad to happen to me based on
the timbre of her shaky voice. For some reason her response teed me off and so I
retaliated, no more Mister Nice Guy as far as she was concerned. My hug turned
quickly into a squeeze that grew stronger as she began to struggle against this
new and unexpected threat to her ability to draw breath. I released her from my
bear hug and started giving that skinny butt a good spanking, being careful not
to hit the nozzle or hose that protruded from between those skinny cheeks. I got
a stream of angry Chinese for my efforts. I opened the clip and let her asshole
swallow some more of the frigid water. She'd learn who was who around here or
wind up a block of frozen meat before this little scene was over.
Her little dance got a bit faster and featured some new moves. The
cramps kept rolling on through and she continued to shake and whine as the
contents of the enema bag slowly drained into her bowels and began to seek more
space in which to expand. The sleeve around her belly was doing a good job of
containing things. To make it more interesting I did some adjusting to the
sleeve girdling her chest, making it even more difficult to get enough air to
sustain her. Shirley Wu's face began to go from white to red. I checked the
enema bag and there was still perhaps a quarter left. I whacked her across the
ass and snarled, "No mercy you bitch, you'll take it all and then I'm going to
make you hold it while I drill out that tight cunt." I got more strangled
Chinese from her and then a few words I recognized, none of them very
complimentary to my ancestry or manhood.
I had developed some major wood by now; little Mikey had grown into big
Mikey and was rarin' to take a crack at that tight slit of WooWoo's. The enema
seemed to have reached a stand-off with the water already backed up right to the
entry to her colon. I pumped one of the other bulbs and closed her off. She was
effectively shut for business until I released the pressure that was plugging
her tight as a drum. It was kind of tricky to take her from the rear, but I
managed after a few near misses. Finally I worked my way into her surprisingly
wet slot and commenced doing what comes naturally, but at a pace guaranteed to
lead to an early and unwanted discharge of about a million plus little wigglers.
To my astonishment Shirley began to fuck back at me despite the cramps and the
shaking and the fact that she was having a very hard time breathing. This little
girl was a real trooper. I managed to plow a nice furrow inside her and unloaded
with a whoop and a holler as Shirley sagged, nearly unconscious from lack of
air. By now her face had taken on a bluish tint, not a very good sign.
Twenty minutes later I was stuffing WooWoo into the shower after she had
finished dumping the contents of her roiling bowels. She was still battling the
twin sleeves that imprisoned nearly half of her tiny body, but I had loosened
the chest sleeve just enough to allow her to get a good lungful of air if she
remained quiet, something that she was loath to do. She hollered and yelped as
the hot water blasted down on her shivering body. After she was cleaned up as
well as out, I released her from the sleeves just long enough to towel her down,
becoming somewhat distracted from the task at hand when she began rubbing her
crotch against my hand as I worked to get her pussy reasonably dry. The
temptation to bend her at the waist and give her another good prodding crossed
my mind, but I resisted, having much more detailed plans for once I got her into
bed. She was going to get the whole enchilada before I was finished with her for
the night.
She was none too pleased at having to wear a very tight sleeve around
her middle that made her feel as if she was being cut in two. As it turned out
she soon stopped bitching about it since she was too busy trying to swallow my
newly stiffened member. My little China doll was a very greedy young lady that
evening and I must say that I gave her as much as she could handle and still had
a few tricks left for crunch time.
A little after midnight my visitor was on her belly working
enthusiastically on getting me hard enough to give her another good shagging, as
she described it. Three loads of cum were percolating within her well stretched
twat; some of it oozing out to stain the sheets. She was definitely sleeping on
the wet spot tonight, since I needed my rest in order to put up with the
insanity associated with being a member of a "for profit" organization. I was
feeling pretty chipper when this idea of doing her in the ass popped into my
head. Since I was on a roll I decided to surprise her with this one.
After a time my cock was firm and ready for another round. Shirley was
polishing it with her tongue and mouth, just to keep in practice. She didn't
think too much of it when I patted her on the ass. She went to roll over, but I
pressed down on her butt to keep her on her belly. I could feel her body
stiffening as it sank into her that I was planning on taking a trip up her ass.
Later she confessed that she was an anal vigin, despite her kinky ways. However
she was a pretty happy camper at this moment and knew that sooner or later
someone was going to get lucky and take her anal cherry. Yours truly was that
lucky guy.
Her only condition was that I use a condom; a minor price to pay for the
pleasure of being the first to plumb the depths of her anus. She insisted on
coating my latex sheath with her saliva. I had intended to use some lube, but
she wanted it this way. "The first time it should hurt; how else can I remember
it when I'm old and gray? Besides I want to dedicate the pain to you for a
wonderful evening. For a round eye you aren't half bad and tonight you showed me
another side that I really didn't think you had. So you get the prize, hope you
enjoy it." Being a gentleman on occasion comes in handy at times, this was one
of them. The rest, as they say, is history, a very personal set of experiences
that were most unique and probably will stay with me for the rest of my days. We
wound up sharing the wet spot, it was the least I could do for a truly memorable
evening.
(To be continued)
