Wayward Wife's Punishment

                       Wayward Wife's Punishment - Chapter 35

       So there I was with Mikey buried to the hilt in L-squared's fundamental on a moonlit night in frigid snowy Minneapolis. It was a truly strange feeling, perhaps akin to the first man on the moon. My partner had given out a little squeak followed by a grunt when the eagle, so to speak, landed. All I needed was an American flag to stab into Lilith's hindquarters to stake my eternal claim to her plump bottom. I shifted my hips and moved Mikey from side to side so he could do a more effective job of reconnoitering the terrain before moving forward into the abyss.

       I pulled my little man back a few paces and then jammed him home with a whoop that brought another squeak and grunt from my boss. She tried to buck me off, but I held fast and began to pound away at that tight, wet channel. This was turning into one hell of a lot of fun, despite the general silence from Lilith. I slapped her rump smartly and ordered her to spread her legs a bit further so I could gain an even better purchase. She grudgingly complied and I bored deeper into that mysterious crevice, hoping that Mikey would not turn turtle on me.

       Lilith began to groan and then purr as my hands began giving her back a deep body massage that indeed loosened up her tense muscles and made her even more accommodating. When I kissed her on the neck she raised her head and turned swiftly to give me a quick peck that spoke volumes. My boss was having a good time, a very good time. We developed a good rhythm, she pushing up when I pressed down, driving my little man even deeper into that yielding tunnel that was opening like a flower in sunlight.

       My hands got a good grip on her upper arms that reminded me of the cuffs that were keeping her restrained and pretty much at my mercy. That thought translated to an increase in the size of Mikey that she acknowledged with a breathy groan and a wiggle of her hips. I put some muscle behind what I was doing and off we went at a brisk gallop that soon led to a transfer of bodily fluids that we both throughly enjoyed. She damned me with faint praise at first, observing that I was no Cactus Jack. However she quickly offered an olive branch by stating that under the circumstances I'd aquitted myself surprisingly well and perhaps we might have some type of future provided I didn't get too possessive. I accepted her generous offer by keeping my big mouth shut.

       Off came the cuffs and quickly my partner in crime padded off to the bathroom for repairs, inquiring whether or not I'd like to join her. In truth I was very comfortable right where I was, and could have very easily slipped off into a dreamless sleep. However I was dealing with a woman who implied rather than ordered, and so I slipped from beneath the covers and braved the chill of the room in my effort to catch up with her. While I fiddled with the shower to get the water temperature just right, Lilith noisily voided into the toilet bowl and heaved a deep sigh, commenting  that her bladder had  been on the verge of exploding thanks to my dilly dallying in properly satisfying her. I gave her one of my faux fierce looks and she smiled and puckered her lips into an air kiss.

       Lilith insisted that I soap her body, starting at the shoulders and working down to her calves. This required me to get down on one knee and she joked that no proposals would be considered this evening. Things got a bit heated when I soaped her breasts and discovered that she still had some residual passion left over from out previous tryst. We exchanged saliva and investigated each other's mouth with eager tongues. I approached her vulva with some degree of trepidation, but managed to soap the area without losing too much focus. I must confess that I did slip a couple of soapy fingers a little deeper into her cleft that I had orginally intended. For  my troubles I got a smack on the hand followed by a quick kiss on the lips to balance the ledger and show me that everything was well between us.

       Perhaps despite the shower and the cuddling under the covers with Lilith, my day had been sufficiently stressful  to induce a series of bizarre dreams involving myself, Lilith and JJ. The one that stayed with me featured the three of us. JJ was wrapped in bandages from her ankles to her neck, except for the region of her protruding stomach. I was using a bicycle pump connected to her anus to fill her with air. Every time I pumped, her belly got bigger. Lilith was wringing her hands and urging me to stop before JJ burst into a million pieces. I ignored her and continued to pump and pump. Suddenly my victim began to float up towards to the ceiling of the bathroom as Lilith berated me for being so uncaring about the woman. I looked up to see her pinned against the ceiling, looking for all the world like one of those balloons that make up the Thanksgiving Day parade in New York.

       I awoke the next morning to find myself glued to Lilith in the spoon position. One hand gripped a plump, hard-nippled breast while the other was buried between her closed thighs, neatly preventing me from making any further advances. I also quickly realized that Mikey was awake and eager for more fun with his new play pal, L-squared. The little rascal was thumping and bumping against her bottom, searching for the route to her rectum. Lilith must have sensed I was awake and so she grunted and rubbed her fanny against my groin and giggled at the way my hard cock reacted to her little snuggle. Then reality intruded and I was informed that we had a long day ahead and JJ was probably awake and wondering when the fun would begin.

       After a quick breakfast, we put our heads together and outlined the plan for the day. Mine had changed dramatically and Lilith's face was creased by one of the biggest smiles I'd yet seen from her. I'd be damned if I was going to let this opportunity to give JJ some serious payback get away from me. I personally dragged her shivering body downstairs and ripped off the meager clothing we'd provided for her to survive the night 's cold in that drafty, unfinished room. With my partner's help, I retied JJ's hands behind her back and cinched the rope until she gasped in pain. I looped more rope around each ankle but left some room so that she could hobble rather than have to be carried from place to place. Lilith volunteered a pair of her overripe panties for a gag, and I used some duct tape to hold it in place. Then I put JJ over my lap and proceeded to give her the spanking of her unnatural life.

       There is something personal and highly visceral with a spanking. There is a bonding of sorts that weds the two protagonists; it reeks of dominance and submission and except for sex there can be no better contact than skin to skin. All this was not however going through my mind. All I wanted to do was hurt and humiliate Jillian Jones half as much as she and her friend did to me that dreadful evening. I was so concentrated on making those plump, rounded cheeks dance and quiver, I lost total contact with Lilith who told me later that she felt as if she was intruding on something highly personal. She wasn't far from the truth.

       It had been years since my involvement in this type of activity, yet I intuitively knew exactly how to hold my enemy to give me maximum freedom and for her almost total immobility. I had hooked my leg over her hobbled ankles, creating an anchor point that was further strengthened by my arm which locked her down tightly onto my lap. She did her best to struggle but I was too strong and fast for her. All I could see were those plump, milky-white cheeks that probably had rarely seen the light of day under any circumstances. My first few blows were sort of a warmup and a lock-in on my targets. Once I was satisfied that I could reach any part of the target that I chose, I went to work with a vengeance.

       I started out just behind her knees, delivering a volley of hard slaps that turned the stretched skin to a crimson shade. My heavy hand moved to the backs of her thighs, landing one solid blow after another. To give my palms time to recover from the stinging contact with her flesh, I closed them into fists and pounded away as she grunted and shivered from the pain of my brutal assault. I went back to spanking, paying close attention to that highly sensitive region just below her sagging buttocks. Her kicking became irritating and I closed my fist once more and punched the discolored area, causing the little blood vessels beneath the skin to rupture, leaving livid marks. I took my first break, but JJ got no respite. I pinched the thick roll of extra flesh padding her bottom and she yelped so loudly that her muffled screams could be heard by both Lilith as well as myself.

       Pinching proved to be a most effective way to spread the pain without doing much damage to the palms of my hands. I could not resist pinching her fat cunt lips and feeling her breach like a wounded whale to escape the pain. I'd  follow this with another volley of hard slaps to her milky-white cheeks, reddening them slowly. Using my fist on those chunks of rounded flesh did not have the desired effect it had earlier on other, less fortified, portions of her body. It was there that I took another longer break,still using pinches and an occasional punch to remind her that she was far from finished with her spanking, if that was what it finally turned out to be. It was at this point that Lilith entered the lists with a vengeance.

       I had no idea where she was hiding the paddle she held, but it was a formidible weapon, made of sturdy oak with a large, round surface area made for flattening my lady's buttocks. She took her stance directly  opposite me and used two hands to wield that frightful hunk of wood. JJ never saw it coming and she nearly escaped my grip when the first blow struck with a sound akin to a pistol shot. Lilith proved to be a natural when it came to this kind of clubbing. I was at ground zero and enjoyed watching the way JJ's bountiful buttocks would flattened, then bloom into raised flesh pancakes, slowly going from white to red and beyond. I helped matters along by selectively pinching those areas that had just taken a good battering, as well as those parts of her bottom that proved difficult or even impossible to strike. The more I explored that crevice between her blistered cheeks the louder her muffled screams became. The only thing that silenced them was the next explosion that took place on that field of blooming purplish flesh.

       Lilith finally ran out of steam as evidenced by her last blow which skidded off JJ's swollen bottom and nearly got me! I took a deep breath and gave her a nasty look before starting to wallop JJ's crimson-cheeked butt with my hand. I alternated between spanks and pinches, but I too soon lost interest. It was then that I spied the table to which our guest had been secured before she was visited by the gorilla. It gave me an idea or two that I'm sure Lilith would be most pleased to see me put into effect. I realized that I had a pack of condoms in the glove compartment of my car for just such an eventuality as this. I also had noticed a packet of chili powder in the cupboard which Lilith said was a souvenir from Cactus Jack who liked things hot be it sex or food. I was about to put two and two together and get a world of hurt for JJ from the total.

       I had a little confab with my co-conspirator, who clapped her hands in glee and heartily approved of my plan for Ms. Jones. So while L-squared made up a broth of white fire, as Jack described the chili powder, I retrieved the rubbers. When I returned we moved a sobbing JJ over to the table. She offered little resistance as I retied her so that her legs were now secured to the table legs, and her upper body was bent over the table's edge at the hips, her arms outstretched and wrists tied tightly to one of the supports located beneath the table top. Her bottom was a mess; the cheeks swollen grotesquely with bruises and weals ranging in color from red to black. My pinching had left a trail of dark bruises from the backs of her knees, supposedly one of the lady's erogenous zones, up to the juncture of her buttocks and thighs.

       Lilith returned to the kitchen to get the steaming surprise, and so to kill some time before we set up the ruse, I amused myself by using some of those devilishly painful metal binder clips on the insides of JJ's thighs. Her reaction was top drawer, her body shivered from the pain and she struggled fruitlessly to escape the ropes that held her in position. I was up to four on each thigh before I was joined by a smiling Lilith Landry carrying a small bowl that contained a nasty shock for our guest. Playing her role to the hilt, Lilith offered JJ a respite from the terrible pain she was experiencing provided she'd toss me off as Lilith described the act. On the other hand, if she wasn't  up to the task, there would be more of the paddle to contend with in very short order. To emphasize what that meant, Lilith gave the woman a tap on the bottom with it, and JJ almost pulled a muscle straining against the ropes that held her securely.

       Yours truly entered left on L-squared's cue, and grabbed JJ by the hair, jerking her head up so she could stare into my grim face. I tightened my grip on that fine hair and pulled slightly to give her another little taste of pain. Her eyes blinked back the tears and her head tried to nod. I released my grip and watched as she bobbed up and down looking like one of those drinking birds that were a popular fad many years ago.  I warned her in a loud voice that any attempt to harm me would likely lead to her being ruined for life in one way or another. She continued to nod as her face grew flushed from the exertion she was putting into her plea to be allowed to "toss me off".  I was hard pressed to avoid smiling at Lilith who was making faces at me as well as obscene gestures in the direction of Jillian Jones. I unzipped and let a sleepy Mikey out to play.

       The duct tape was stuck tightly to Jillian's face and she let out a strangled scream as some skin went with the tape. I pulled the panty gag from her mouth and she took some time to regain control of the muscles that controlled her facial movements. Then the little game continued as I slid Mikey into her mouth and watched her face as she did her best to take it all. I thrust my hips forward to jam more of my rapidly hardening joint into her. I managed to gag her and she choked and coughed for a time before regaining her composure and addressing the task before her. I didn't make things any easier for her, stopping her once it appeared she just might bring me off in record time, then slowly teasing her to the point that she felt confident enough to try some more sophisticated movements using her lips and tongue in concert. It was then that the trap was sprung. Mikey was in full flower and it was time for the little guy to get some protection from the chili broth.

       Lilith did the honors, rolling the condom over Mikey and giving him a kiss on the head before holding the bowl in place so that I could coat the condom with the fiery liquid. Somehow I managed to get a little bit on a couple of my fingers and it felt like they had been dipped in fire. The burning sensation in my fingers continued for a good minute or so as I positioned Mikey for his journey into JJ's anus. Lilith clapped her hand over JJ's mouth as I slipped the flame coated condom against her anus and started to push. JJ almost bit off one of L-squared's fingers as the first wave of heat hit her. Lilith managed to gag her and hold her head in place so she couldn't spit out the sodden panties.

       Meanwhile I got a firm grip on JJ's hips and rammed Mikey home for all I was worth. He entered perhaps a few inches at best, meeting fierce resistance. I withdrew and repeated my assault, this time getting another inch under control. By now the chili broth was doing a great job of burning away all her resistance as well as the mucous membrane lining her rectum. JJ was in a world of hurt and it was only going to get worse. I push-pulled over and over, gradually establishing a beachhead deep in enemy territory, The  napalm and the flame throwers had done their work and now there were only some minor skirmishes before total surrender. To her credit my adversary, JJ, made a superhuman effort to avoid the flames of hell and managed to pull free of the support that was holding her wrists. It was now hand to hand combat between the two women, with Lilith still having an advantage since JJ's hands were still tied together.

       I continued to grind away inside JJ's smoking, burned-out wreck of a rectum as she fought with L-squared. Suddenly little Mikey decided it was time to do what he does. Without thinking, I tore off the chili broth coated rubber to free my little soldier from the confines of that wall of latex. Off he went, all over JJ's back, a few small drops actually reaching her shoulders. By then the broth had kicked in to my consciousness and I found myself in a world of hurt. I was too worried about losing my fingers to pay much attention to the cat fight that was still taking place on the table. I headed for the bathroom to get some type of relief, leaving the two of them still locked in a death struggle.

       There was some type of ointment in plain sight and I grabbed it like a drowning man going for a piece of timber. That seemed to solve my problem, and I thought it also might assist JJ in recovering sufficiently so she would be available for more fun and games before we sent her home to lick her wounds and ready herself for another day at the office, L-squared style. It was then that I heard the sound of screaming and a loud thud. I rushed out to find Lilith on the floor looking dazed, and JJ desperately trying to free herself from the ropes holding her legs to the table. I almost felt bad about having to punch her in the head to get her attention and then hooking her to the ribcage to put her out of commission long enough for me to see to my boss and make sure she wasn't seriously hurt.

       Ten minutes later an angry Lilith Landry was assembling the fixings for the mother of all enemas to be adminstered with extreme predjudice to her rival. I'd got JJ under control and properly restrained with her hands bound tightly, and then some, behind her back. She'd be wearing long sleeve dresses and suit jackets for quite some time in order  to conceal the marks these ropes were going to leave. I'd already used a rubber bulb injector to put some of the magic ointment into JJ's rectum and she was feeling no pain at least to the first approximation. What she was going to ingest next might stir up more trouble than she anticipated.

       It was one of those special enema recipes that Lilith had obtained from an old nurse who collected such things. What made them so unique was their ingredients, all of which could be easily purchased in any drug store or supermarket. I was grumbling to myself over the fact that the emetic I'd purchased expressly for JJ was not likely to be employed today. I was already dreaming up some new torments that might replace that one. We still had most of the day and if need be, part of the evening, before her friend, Frances, had to come out to pick up what was left of her companion.

                                                                (To be continued-lex ludite)