Wayward Wife's Punishment
Chapter 32
The way I saw it, Lilith Landry was a take charge and take no prisoners
bedmate as well as being one hard driving corporate shark disguised as a buxom
woman sneaking up on middle age, if I dare be so bold. Now I will admit to
having lived a sheltered life sexually up until about six months ago, but this
lady was one for the books. Over the last half year or so, I had acquitted
myself fairly well when it came to the infighting between the sexes, but I was
most definitely overmatched in the limited bouts I had with this tigress. By the
way, in case you don't already know, a tigress is a 400-pound pussy that eats
you. As it turned out, I was once more proven to be wanting when it came to
figuring out the members of the opposite, or was it the different sex.
So it was with a bit of trepidation that I crawled between the sheets
and prepared myself for the onslaught that was likely to follow. I was so busy
getting myself situated that I failed to notice that Lilith was taking her own
sweet time preparing for our close encounter of the loins. Finally she got under
the covers and then there was a pregnant pause of sorts, followed by a girlish
giggle that made me think she had been kidnapped by aliens who had left someone
else in bed with me. Then I received conformation that it was indeed Lilith
Landry who had joined me in her bed. A warm hand closed around Mikey and began
fondling my little soldier with easy, but very knowledgeable strokes that had
him at attention, saluting his commander and chief.
I reached out blindly and my hand felt warm skin over firm, bare flesh
that was rounded into a shape that definitely could only belong to one of those
female human types. It also evoked another girlish giggle that made me even more
uncomfortable. I couldn't help wondering what the tigress was up to. Then I got
the shock of my young life. I heard this soft low voice asking me if I'd ever
dominated a woman in bed. The hand teasing Mikey became a talon for just a brief
moment, indicating to me that whoever it was sharing this bed, was someone not
to be taken lightly. I decided to play it safe which was the wrong approach to
take. I professed not to be very sure of the concept, and was quickly told to
stop behaving like a pussy and act like a man. The velvet glove had been removed
to reveal the iron fist, or so I thought.
In the meantime there was a hurried conference going on inside my head
to determine the proper strategy to minimize damage to the vessel that housed
its various occupants. Suddenly I was standing in Times Square watching the
ribbon running around the huge building that dominated the area. It was snowing
rather heavily and it took some doing to finally make out the news flash that
was cascading across my eyes. "Bold Frontal Assault Sends Enemy Into Full
Retreat" The committee had spoken and who was I to argue with them?
"Lilith, there are times when I want to fuck your brains out so bad I
can't see straight. That may not be exactly what you want to hear, but on the
flip side of things there are times, like right now, when I want to put you
over my knee and give you the thrashing of your life for being such a
ballbreaker. Then when you know your place, I want to jump your bones and
swallow you whole. You can fire my ass on Monday, but right now I feel like
kicking your sorry butt around this room until you start acting like we're a
little bit more than mistress and lackey."
As I ranted, her hand tightened around poor Mikey. When I removed her
grip from my stiff soldier with some muscle behind my movement, she gasped in
surprise. Then she had the temerity to slap my poor defenseless appendage and
things rapidly got out of hand. I guess she realized she'd gotten me pissed off,
and so she rolled away in full retreat, doing her best to get out of bed and
escape into the bathroom before I could react to her bold move. She almost made
it, but I managed to grab her around the waist and wrestle her back onto the
bed. I soon had one hand on her throat and the other twisting one of those large
fun bags in an effort to get her attention. There was enough light from the
window to allow me to see that she was rather badly frightened. That was
fortunate for her, had I continued my attack, there might have been more serious
consequences than Lilith having to wear a turtleneck sweater for a couple of
days to conceal the bruise I'd left on her throat.
My employer, hostess and co-conspirator, altogether was one frightened
lady at this time and I knew that any display of weakness on my part was
tantamount to committing suicide. So mentally crossing my fingers, I went for
the jugular, in more than a metaphoric sense, now wrapping both hands around her
neck and pressing just enough to make Lilith realize that she was in deep
doo-doo. For a brief moment I became distracted by the way her pillowy breasts
were heaving, and of even more interest, the way her nipples were hardening. "Oh
no, not again!" I exclaimed under my breath. What was it about me that attracted
women with major flaws and in many cases the desire to be bodily and mentally
abused and demeaned? I ticked off Nancy, Glinda and even Woo-Woo at times,
wondering if it was about to become a quartet. Lilith had the presence of mind
to relax and try her best not to further provoke me. Then she played to an
inside straight and pulled it off.
"Try to calm down, I don't want you to hurt me. I have the knack
sometimes to go too far with my male acquaintances, and I've paid a very stiff
price in some cases for my lack of judgment. Hear me out before you do anything
that we will both regret. If my story doesn't convince you that I have cause to
be aggressive at times, then you can put me over your knee and swat me from now
until morning, but not beyond, since we have so very much more to accomplish
with my cheating secretary. As for your desire to "fuck my brains out", that
will have to wait for another time if you insist on pounding my poor bottom into
mush" Then she closed the deal as only Lilith Landry could.
I was directed to open the drawer of the end table on her side of the
bed and use the handcuffs I found to restrain her as proof of her sincerity. The
moment I closed the cuffs and heard the click of them locking, both of us let
out a big sigh of relief. By now she was prone and I couldn't resist pinching
one of those plump cheeks, bringing a muffled gasp from my captive, followed by
some mumbling that seemed to infer that my ancestory was not as legitimate as it
could be. I decided to let that one slip in the interests of hearing her story.
"I emigrated to the wild West some ten years ago, leaving behind my
friends and family as well as my ex-husband. We had a rather boring marriage
that lasted nearly six years, the final year positively suffocating. We had
fallen into a routine that was decidedly inimical to a healthy sex life, among
other things. I realized it was just a matter of time before I had to resort to
taking a lover in order to get my itches addressed properly. Then came this
opportunity to cross the pond and start my life anew. Charles was only too happy
to let me go once he found out that I would not be putting any financial
contraints upon him as part of the divorce. The rest was a matter of signing
some forms and waiting for certain processes to run their course. By the time I
had my divorce papers with all the right seals and stamps on them, I was setting
up house in Dallas, Texas."
"I took a position with the company and have remained with them ever
since, rising in the ranks, so to speak until reaching this exalted spot in the
corporate hierarchy that I now occupy.I am quite proud of the fact that I, a
woman as well as in immigrant to your shores, am the only member of my sex to
reach such a level. I am even prouder of the fact that I did it without
resorting to sleeping with my immediate supervisors, although many suggested
some rather interesting arrangements over the course of my career.I would be
less than honest if I did not admit to a long term relationship with the current
CEO, who bedded me less than a year after I joined the company."
"At the time we were together, he was between divorces, and I was
nothing more than a diversion. Our relationship was founded on the principle of
quid pro quo, and proved mutually satisfying to us. It was this man who
introduced me to one of the most exciting men I have ever had the pleasure, as
well as the misfortune to know, in the "biblical" sense. I did more kinky and
quirky things with that man in a week than I had done in my entire previous
life. Then it got even more bizarre and still we remained together. Perhaps I
should backtrack a little and describe in more detail some of the lurid things
that took place once we met and began to develop this odd but intensely exciting
relationship."
"One day, on a whim, my lover, Charles, took me to a football game held
in a small stadium in nearby Fort Worth. I had never seen American football and
this proved to be a rather interesting, if not oft confusing, time as I watched
these huge padded men run and stop, then run and stop again, only occasionally
throwing and even more rarely kicking the strangely shaped ball they used.
Finally the game, such as it was, concluded, and I was escorted down to meet
some of the players and their coach. I shall never forget my first glimpse of
Cactus Bill Santee, a man an inch or so below six feet tall, well muscled, with
short dark hair and eyes that seemed to glow when he looked at you. He appeared
to be in his late thirties, and yet was introduced as the coach of the Fort
Worth Firebirds, an odd name for any type of football team, so I thought."
"You talk about love at first sight; this was lust, and as it turned
out, it was mutual. I will always remember our first meeting, a brief handshake,
everything up to my wrist engulfed by his powerful grip, and a look that seemed
to tunnel through my clothing and an even briefer smile that blinked on and off
in the twinkling of an eye, but signaled a degree of interest that made me
suddenly lose my composure. This was a perfect example of animal magnetism, such
as I had never experienced, although I had heard much about this type of
phenomenon. I did my best to regain control of the strange emotions that were
beginning to stir deep within me, but he knew he'd made contact, with a
vengeance, and would take advantage of this knowledge in the very near future."
"I spent a very uncomfortable few days waiting for Cactus Bill to get
around to calling me. Wednesday I was entertaining Charles at a local adult
motel complete with porn tapes on six channels as well as a king-sized bed with
a mirror on the ceiling above it, when I admitted my infatuation with the
football coach. He gave me a grin and a swat on my bare bottom, the very same
bottom that he had just skewered only minutes ago. I confessed my mental
infidelity and warned him that my interest in this strange man with the glowing
eyes was beginning to have a serious effect on my personal equilibrium. It was
then that Charles confessed that he had set me up with coach Santee, as he
referred to him, since he had recently met a woman who did a bit more than just
strike his fancy. Initially I was insulted at his cheek, then rather touched at
his concern for my well-being. He went on to guarantee that the feeling I had
for Cactus Bill was shared as well, by his friend, the coach, and to keep the
weekend open. I could not resist giving him a big kiss and sometime later, after
watching a few tapes, we had our final coupling, and it was an excellent moment
for us both as we prepared to go on to other partners."
"He called the very next day and I eagerly accepted his invitation for a
night on the town. Saturday evening he picked me up at my apartment and took me
to of all places, one of those trendy pubs that purported to be English in both
decor and what it served. I happen to have a weakness for good stout, something
that I picked up during my student days. I also fancied myself a fairly good
darts player and proceeded to demonstrate my skill which deteriorated over the
course of the evening as he fed me round after round of a fairly decent stout. I
think it was during my third or was it fourth trip to the loo, that I realized I
was not in complete control of my faculties. For a brief moment I became
fearful, imagining my escort turning into some type of rapist or worst. My fears
proved to be unfounded, but nonetheless I did not make it home that evening, or
for that matter not until quite late on the following evening."
"I vaguely recall him helping me into the car and then I planted a very
wet kiss on his lips and snuggled up against him, enjoying the feel of his hard
muscled body against mine. My next recollection was leaning against him as he
fished for his keys. I needed to go in the worst possible way and didn't care
where I was, as long as there was a loo close by. I don't remember losing
control of my bladder, but according to him I pissed like a cow as he tried to
get me settled over the commode once he had taken down my panty hose and the
knickers I wore beneath them."
"The next thing I knew it was morning and I was starkers! I had a
murderous headache, but my bare body appeared to be untouched. I was in a
strange bed, under a warm blanket, in a room I'd never seen before in my life. I
could hear nothing for a time, and then I detected the faint sound of a telley
playing somewhere in this place. I began to reconstruct the events that I could
remember from my date with Cactus Bill. The more I remembered, the more
embarrassed I became. The realization that I was probably occupying his bed
dawned on me along with the overwhelming urge to once more visit the loo. I sat
up and regretted my impetuousness as a lancing pain shot through my temples. I
searched the room for my clothing, but found nothing. Wrapping the banket around
my naked body I decided to make a dash for the loo."
"As soon as I opened the door to the room, I heard his voice calling out
instructions to get to the loo. I was totally mortified, but followed his
directions and made it safely to the tiled sanctuary where I relieved myself and
then freshened up as much as was possible. I also noticed the robe hanging from
the hook, and discovered that it was a passable fit. This man evidently had
thought of everything except my ability to hold my liquor or whatever it was
that I drank last evening. I donned the robe and went out to face the music, so
to speak."
"Cactus Bill, since shortened to Cactus, was sitting in his livingroom
watching one of those things he called a football game. He looked fresh and none
the worse for wear, unlike myself. He glanced away from the screen long enough
to give me a quick look before asking me if I wouldn't mind waiting until half
time, whatever that was, before he took me back to my place. I have no idea what
possessed me to say what I said, but I replied that we had some unfinished
business to attend to and I had no intention of leaving until that was
accompished."
"For a moment his face hardened and I thought I was about to wet myself
from fear. Then he broke into laughter and slapped his thigh, while I stood
there wondering what had gotten into me. To this day I wonder what might have
happened, had I not spoken. All I can say at this moment is that I am damned
glad I did. What happened afterward was a time in my life that was strange, no,
bizarre and at times sublimely intoxicating, well worth the occasional pain and
humiliation that came with occupying a place in his world."
By this time the entire crew that took up space inside my cranium was
hanging on every word. To a man or whatever some of them were, we were
collectively hooked. I gave L-squared a love tap on her outstanding butt, once
more setting her into motion. Scheherazade herself would have been proud of this
woman who had weaved a net that held me fast. Lilith took a deep breath and
continued her story.
"The next thing I knew, I was in the shower with Cactus, who stood
behind me with his hands cupping my breasts, his fingers tweaking my nipples
which were rock hard by now. I could feel something poking insistently against
my bottom, something rather large and quite hard. Cactus began sucking on the
side of my neck while his hands squeezed and hefted my hard nippled boobs with
considerable enthusiasm. I slowly made a turn so I was facing him. He looked
down and told me that my pubic hair had to go before my next visit. I thought
that to be a bit cheeky on his part, but then any such thoughts flew out the
window as his rampant shaft came into my vision. It was huge! I never did
discover exactly how long it was, or how thick around it was, but I've seen only
one that could compare to it, and that belonged to one of his football players
aptly nicknamed "Python."
"I felt as if I was in a stupor as he led me back to the bedroom, naked
as the dayI was born, fresh from the shower and a surprisingly gentle toweling
from my companion. I kept my eyes straight ahead, fearful of appearing gauche if
my eyes wandered down to that enormous cudgel of flesh jutting from his groin.
He dealt my bare bottom a swat with his open hand, bringing me out of my trance.
"It's now or never. Just say the word and I'll take you home and it's no hard
feelings; stay and they'll be lots of hard feelings, and I think you'll enjoy
most of them." Naturally I stayed, and he lived up to his promises, and then
some."
"The details of our first tryst are, to this day, a bit fuzzy. He got
into places that had previously never experienced contact with the male sex
organ. He stretched my "pussy", a word he used frequently that afternoon, until
I thought it might burst from the pressure that mighty weapon developed within
me. When he came I thought he was using a fire hose to splash his seed against
the walls of my quivering channel. I have no idea how many times he mounted me
or which positions he made me assume so he could explore some new area that I
never knew I possessed. At times it was like being in the middle of a maelstrom,
and others it was almost a religious experience, if I dare use such words. When
it was finally over I was totally exhausted, ravenously hungry and felt as if
some prize fighter had used my insides as a punching bag."
"Once more we showered, and there were moments when it seemed that we
might just return to that mussed bed and continue to carry on until we were
unable to move. The spirit may have been willing, but my body was much too sore
from the pummeling it had taken for the better part of the day. My new lover was
considerate enough to order pizza and beer and while we waited for the delivery
to arrive, he laid down some rules that I was expected to follow. He announced
that he was confiscating my knickers as a souvenir and in the future expected me
to wear underthings that were more enticing than what I had displayed. Had he
ordered me to appear at his door stark naked and in chains I would have. The
chains would come later as I was to discover. My pubic hair was to be sacrificed
in order that my private parts were to be made easily accessible for more than
just penetration. Somehow this little conceit tipped the scales and at that
moment I became his to do with as he pleased."
"His availability would be determined in large part by the
responsibilities he had to his football team, which often traveled to other
cities nearby to play. His team was a collection of players who had not been
able to catch on with teams playing in a higher league. He was their last hope
for moving up to another higher paying league. I was most impressed by the
loyalty he displayed towards these people. By the time he dropped me off at my
place, I was too excited even to sleep despite the terrible toll that his
violent lovemaking had taken on my body which was not yet in shape to handle
such ardor on a regular basis."
"Over the next month we managed to connect on a number of occasions, one
epic session lasting the better part of the weekend. I modeled one outrageous
kit after another for his edification and amusement, the most popular items
being garter belts and a lace trimmed corset in black that he insisted I keep on
while he shagged me senseless, showing me little courtesy or mercy and I loved
every sweaty minute of these assaults on my person. By the end of the month I
was rounding into shape and was able to keep up with his demands most of the
time."
"Cactus displayed a degree of sophistication in the bedroom arts that
proved to be a delight and only made me more determined to become his sex slave
for the remainder of my days, such was his growing power over me. My shaven
pubes received plenty of attention and he demonstrated an amazing skill in the
lingual arts department, bringing me to some shattering orgasms at the most
unexpected moments. The more time he spent "down below" as he described it, the
more knowledgeable he became about my little fetches. I began to realize that in
out little skirmishes he was far superior when it came to reconnaissance and
intelligence gathering techniques which put me at a disadvantage in areas that
normally were my specialty. However it meant little to me, so carried away was
I."
"He began calling me by the name Caddy which somewhat perplexed me when
he began doing it. At last my curiousity was piqued to the point that during one
of our infrequent truces from the friendly strife that took place between us, he
deigned to explain the reason for choosing such an odd pet name for me. As usual
his answer only made me more dependent. According to Cactus Bill Santee I was
one of those women that he described as a "comfortable fuck", his words not
mine. In those days the Cadillac sedan was still treasured by the noveau rich in
Texas for its smooth ride and almost total isolation from the bumps of the road
as it moved serenely over the highways. I was being complimented in a rather odd
but genuine manner by this man of mystery. So we became C and C to his friends,
Cactus and Caddy, and I was most honored to be part of this bond. At about this
point things took a turn towards the bizarre, but I was too infatuated with this
relationship to see the pitfalls that lay ahead."
(To be continued )
