THE ATONEMENT
By: "Racecar"
Part Three: The Bitching
Almost a month had passed since the accident and a little over a week had
gone by since Barbara's visit to Cheryl's "party." The flashbacks to the night
of the accident had disappeared from her day to day life and she found it
easier to accomplish all the chores expected of a modern housewife and mother.
She had even stopped cringing whenever the phone rang. She could never forget
what happened at Cheryl's, but since that night, she hadn't heard from her.
Barbara thought, or rather hoped, that Cheryl had enough fun with her and moved
on to another phase of her life. She couldn't help but recall the feelings she
experienced on those occasions when she was forced to submit to Cheryl's whims.
She was raised with high moral standards by deeply religious parents and their
teachings were still deep within her. Barbara felt utterly repulsed and
disgusted with what went on during those meetings. She felt even more guilty
about the way her body seemed to take control over her mind at times. She
couldn't understand the moments when she experienced those deep, lustful
cravings even though she was consciously aware of her situation and
humiliation. She found it difficult to sleep at nights thinking about it.
John, too, had changed. Prior to all this taking place, they would have sex 4
to 5 times a week. It had always been in their bedroom, lights out and
underneath the sheets -- the way sex was meant to be. Since the party, they
had sex on only one occasion -- in the bedroom, lights out, under the covers --
but it was extremely intense. Barbara couldn't really call it sex -- lust
would be a better term.
Her mind had switched back to washing the breakfast dishes when the phone
rang. Without hesitation, Barbara picked up the receiver and said "Hello."
"Hi, Barbara. How are ya' doing?"
Barbara's heart quickened and her stomach did flip-flops when she
recognized the voice of Cheryl on the other end. Her face reddened with
embarrassment, even though no one was in the room to see her.
"I'm fine. How about yourself?" Barbara answered quickly and politely,
even surprising herself with the calm, cool manner she had assumed.
"Well..., to tell you the truth, I'm a bit disappointed right now. I
thought your punishment last week was enough to teach you how to show proper
respect to your mistress." Cheryl replied.
"Come off it, Cheryl!" Barbara defiantly spat back. "You can't expect
this charade to go on any longer. How would it look if you were to go to the
police as a witness a full month after the incident occurred? John fixed the
car so it's your word against mine and I just may tell them you attempted to
extort money from me and this was your way of getting even for my refusal. So
stop playing games with me."
"Who said anything about the police? Besides, what makes you think I
don't have anyone else to back up my story? Ask your husband." Cheryl paused
a moment to let the last sentence sink in. "But I'm sure you wouldn't like to
see those pictures and that videotape of you floating around your neighborhood
and John's place of work. Maybe a nice 8 x 10 of you licking Pam's ass would
look good on your father's night stand. No, make it a nice big hanging collage
of you licking other cunts and asses while pumping dildos and cukes up yours.
That would be perfect for your parent's living room. You better get your head
on straight and realize who's in the driver's seat here. I'm not playing
games with you, trust me on that."
Barbara's mind went blank. She had no answer. One thing she could
never let happen was allowing her parents see any of those pictures. She loved
them dearly and that would hurt them terribly. They'd probably disown her. It
would be almost as bad having them spread around town and John's office. Her
defiance left as quickly as it came. "What did she mean when she said 'ask
your husband'?" she thought. Surely John wouldn't corroborate Cheryl's story.
"Why would she say such a thing?" Her mind was spinning around with no escape
path in sight. Barbara knew Cheryl had her over the proverbial barrel again.
"Okay, Cheryl. What do you want from me this time?" Barbara responded
in a murmur, sounding totally defeated.
"Well, for starters, you had better start showing me the proper respect.
Now I want you to tell me how sorry you are for treating me so poorly and what
you are going to do to prove your sincerity. I want you to plead for
forgiveness and beg me to allow you to show your respect." Once again, Cheryl
was basking in victory. She could almost hear poor Barbara blubbering into the
phone.
"I'm sorry, Mistress Cheryl." Barbara began. Her voice was but a low
whisper now, in her moment of despair. "I promise I'll show you the proper
respect from now on. Please, Mistress Cheryl, let me prove my respect for you.
I'll do anything you wish, Mistress Cheryl. Please forgive me, Mistress
Cheryl." Barbara couldn't help but think how much she sounded like a little
girl trying to get out of a spanking. She had to swallow her dignity and go
through with Cheryl's demands or face dire consequences. Barbara also feared
the punishment this time. She had witnessed Cheryl's temper and dreaded the
thought of being its target. The paddling she took last week, along with the
clothespins on her nipples, was bad enough. She shuddered at the thought of a
more severe form of discipline.
"Tell me, Barbara, exactly just what you're going to do to prove your
respect for me. Tell me how you plan to please me. Tell me in detail -- and
use the right words -- or you'll loathe the day you were born!" Cheryl was
beginning to get annoyed with Barbara's "Miss Goody Two-shoes" attitude.
Barbara's eyes started to fill with tears. It was bad enough to have to
do those things, at least she could think about something else while doing
them. Now she would have to think about them while she talked about doing
them, out loud, to someone else.
"I'm going to kiss and lick your... your... ass and... your... vagina.
I'll... suck on your... breasts. I'll do anything you ask me to do, Mistress
Cheryl."
"I don't believe you, girl." Cheryl was pissed off big time. "Vagina?
Breasts? You need a lesson on how sluts like you should talk. We'll take care
of that on Thursday, my place again, at 6 p.m. sharp. Got it?"
"Yes, Mistress Cheryl"
"Good. Remember to get cleaned up nice. It's supposed to rain so wear a
raincoat -- nothing else, except a pair of slippers to keep your feet clean.
I'll take care of your manners and vocabulary then." click.
Barbara held the phone loosely to her ear in stunned silence. There was
no doubt in her mind that Cheryl was very angry and she wondered what her
tormentor had in mind for her on Thursday. She thought back to the indignities
she suffered on their last meeting and immediately became ill. She gently
hung up the phone, burst into tears and ran to her bedroom. She laid on the
bed and stared at the ceiling, crying, until she fell asleep.
Later that evening, when the supper dishes were cleared and the kids put
to bed, Barbara told John about Cheryl's phone call and the appointment she had
made for Thursday evening. He seemed to act in a nonchalant manner and only
briefly looked up from the TV program he was watching. His attitude and
Cheryl's earlier remark about asking John raised suspicions in the back of her
mind and she decided to confront him about it once and for all.
"John?" She paused in order to give her mind a chance to find the words
for her inquisition. "You don't seem at all concerned. I mean, you haven't
shown one emotion or another. It's almost as if you knew all about it before I
told you. Did you?
"Well, yeah." John seemed unable to look directly at his wife as he
spoke. "Cheryl called me earlier today at the office to make sure that
Thursday would be okay before she called you to set it up."
"Oh? And I suppose you just said 'fine'. In fact, I'll bet you even
tried to move it up a day so you wouldn't have to wait so long to see your wife
treated like some paid whore. How could you, John? Don't you love me anymore?
Do you have any feeling for me at all?" Barbara couldn't decide whether she
felt more hurt or anger towards him.
"Of course I love you. Why do I have to tell you? If I didn't love you,
I wouldn't have stayed with you all these years. God knows I've had many
opportunities to leave you, but I haven't yet, and I don't plan to now. For
God's sake, Barbara, It's just that this whole business has put me a bad
position. I mean, there's nothing I can do to help you at this point. I'd
like to put an end to it right, but I don't know how. Cheryl's got her hooks
in you and she's not about to let go yet. I'm only being quiet to keep you from
being hurt any more than necessary."
John had measured his words. Outwardly they were the words to say to his
beloved wife, but inwardly he knew he lacked the strength to say anything to
Cheryl. He had always been putty in a woman's hands. Not that he'd subject
himself to any of their bullshit, but he just couldn't be forceful with them.
He envied Cheryl and the control she had over Barbara. Besides, even though he
was aware of how much it hurt his wife, he found this new scenario to be
exciting. Barbara was right in suggesting that he couldn't wait for the next
session. If only he could tell her just how much he enjoyed seeing her being a
slave to another woman. He glanced up at her eyes and saw that Barbara seemed
to be a little more relaxed.
Barbara thought about how ironic it was that John was attempting to
prevent her from getting hurt, while she was going through all this to prevent
him and the kids from being hurt. She loved John and the kids dearly. They
were all that mattered in her life now. If she lost any one of them, she
couldn't bear to go on.
"And what else did the 'mistress' have to say?" The word mistress rolled
off Barbara's tongue in a sarcastic fashion. "Did she say what she planned for
the evening?"
John felt uneasy talking about the conversation he had with Cheryl. He
did indeed know exactly what Cheryl had planned but promised not to tell
Barbara anything about it, even if he had not promised he didn't think he could
tell her what was in store for her.
"Yeah. She sorta went over a few things to get my approval I guess."
"WHAT? TO GET YOUR APPROVAL?" Barbara was infuriated. To think that
bitch was conspiring with her husband to put her through hell, and he was
approving every stage of her plan. In this fit of rage, she could have hit
him with anything handy.
"Well, not really my approval..." John had slipped up and had to cover
his blunder. "It was more like she was telling me what she was gonna do --
whether I liked it or not."
"What does she have planned, John. Tell me!"
"I can't, Barb. I promised Cheryl I wouldn't tell you anything. I think
I've already said to much."
"YOU BASTARD! For chrissakes, John, I'm your wife. It's me, Barbara --
not some fucking slut you're planning to degrade. TELL ME!"
"I said I can't. Believe me you don't want to know anyway. If Cheryl
found out you knew anything, she'd make it harder on you"
"YOU SON OF A BITCH! You're afraid she'd go hard on you, aren't you?
You're afraid she wouldn't let you watch any more, aren't you. What's the
matter? Worried that maybe she won't sit on your lap and fuck you any more?
YOU ROT IN HELL, YOU SON OF A BITCH!"
John sat and listened to his wife's tirade then watched her stomp out of
the room and slam the bedroom door. He sat and stared at the wall. Deep
inside he knew that she was right. He was afraid that Cheryl would punish him
by not confiding in him about, or letting him be in attendance at, the rituals
any longer. For a moment he wished none of this had ever happened, but then
again, in a way, it was the best thing that had happened to him in his 7 years
of marriage.
********
The worst thing about late spring, Barbara thought, was the long days.
As usual, the weatherman had been wrong and here she was dressed only in a rain
coat and pair of household slippers on a beautiful sunny day, temperatures in
the low 80's, on a porch in the middle of an apartment complex, in broad
daylight for all the world to see. She imagined the residents peering out of
their windows staring at her. She couldn't wait for Cheryl to open the door
and let her in. "What was taking so long?" she wondered. Almost before she
finished the thought, the door began to creak open.
"Hello Barbara. Hello John. Right on time. C'mon in." Cheryl greeted
the couple as though they were there for an afternoon tea. She stepped aside
to allow them to pass and couldn't resist a little pinch on John's ass.
As Barbara entered the apartment, she noticed the kitchen door was
closed. In all the time she had known Cheryl, and as many times she had
visited, she could never remember an occasion when that door was closed. She
became aware of another presence in the room and looked to her left where she
saw a lone gentleman sitting in a chair in the corner. She had never seen this
stranger before and didn't recall Cheryl describing anyone like him. He was
older than them, in his late forties, early fifties, and rather tall and
slender. He wore a very expensive suit and tie. Barbara stereotyped him as
the perfect example of today's business executive. He sat there with his hands
clasped on his stomach, staring at Barbara. His stare made Barbara feel uneasy
and she shifted her eyes to the floor as she began to blush. She heard Cheryl
shut the door and felt her hand on the small of her back.
"Why don't you sit on the sofa, next to me, John. Barbara, get rid of
that coat and those slippers and assume the position."
Barbara removed the coat then realized she had made a mistake by not
taking off the slippers first because when she bent over to remove them she was
exposing her naked rear directly at the stranger in the corner. She tossed the
articles into the corner and assumed her familiar position, directly in front
of the sofa, facing John. She wanted to reach out and hold his hand now. She
wanted to tell him she was sorry for her outbreak the other night and that she
believed him and loved him. She wanted to, but the threat of additional
punishment made it impossible to do at this time. She made a mental note to
tell him those things on the way home. Her thoughts were interrupted by
Cheryl's grabbing her arm and spinning her around to face the man seated in the
corner chair.
"Mr. Bryant, this is Barbara." Cheryl smiled and spoke those words as
though she was displaying a trophy she had won.
"Yes, I recognized her immediately from the pictures you were showing me
earlier." Mr. Bryant made no attempt to stand or greet Barbara, just a casual
acknowledgment of the fact that he recognized her.
Barbara's face reddened again. She knew that Cheryl had probably shown
him the pictures taken at the last session. Her humiliation at the hands of
the younger woman was painful. She wished she could sink down into the carpet
and hide amongst the fibers. Instead, she just stood there, nude, hands clasped
behind her head, legs spread wide open, displaying every part of her body to
some perfect stranger.
"Mr. Bryant, I know that I promised you a good show tonight, but..."
Cheryl was addressing the guest again. "I found out this week that Barbara was
in need of some further training. If you don't mind, could we get that out of
the way first? You might find it very enlightening, if not entertaining."
"By all means go ahead. I won't mind the delay at all. I'll just
consider it part of the show and sit back and enjoy." Mr. Bryant spoke without
any emotion or hand gestures whatsoever, almost as though he were a mechanical
man. The look in his eyes, the look of lust, painted a different picture of
him in Barbara's mind, however.
"Thank you." Having thanked Mr. Bryant, Cheryl directed her attention to
Barbara standing next to her. "Mr. Bryant owns the company that Don works for,
Barbara. He's the one that has made it possible for us all to be together
tonight, by seeing to it that Don is out of town on business. Aren't you glad?
I think that you should thank Mr. Bryant for his thoughtfulness."
Barbara now realized how involved Cheryl had become in her plan to gain
control and humiliate her. To know she was plotting with Don's boss and John
about the events about to unfold here tonight made Barbara think that this was
no passing whimsy on Cheryl's part. She wanted to say "Thank him? I should
strangle him!" but when she opened her mouth, other words came out.
"Thank you, Mr. Bryant"
"No trouble, really. Actually, from what I hear, its I who should thank
you for what you agreed to do for me." Mr. Bryant's leer made Barbara shiver
and sent goose bumps up her arms.
Cheryl pulled Barbara's arm and positioned her in the center of the room
facing the television. She then turned on the set and inserted a tape into the
VCR.
"Okay, Barbara." Cheryl began. "I'm going to play this video tape, I'm
sure you'll recognize it, and what I want you to do is tell everyone what part
of your body is on display and what is being done to it. Be careful to use the
right words because if I hear a word that isn't proper coming from a slut like
you, I'll gently remind you with this." At that point Cheryl held up a long
leather strap of about 2 inches in width for Barbara to see. "And one more
thing. With each word, I want you to put your finger on that part of your body
that you're describing. For instance. If you're describing your cunt, put
your finger into your cunt. If you say 'clitoris', spread your lips and place
a finger on your clitoris. Now if you're licking or sucking, then lick or suck
your finger. You needn't bother to describe what's being done in detail, we
all can see that. Just say the words and point. Got it?"
"Yes, Mistress Cheryl"
"I hope so, for your sake." Cheryl grabbed the remote control and
started the tape in motion. After a few seconds of static, followed by
Cheryl's fast forwarding past the beginning, the picture settled down and the
scene of Beth shaving Barbara began to play on the screen.
"She's shaving my... my... pubic mound." Barbara's right hand went down
to her pubic mound and began to gently rub the area that had been shaven. A
sudden loud crack and an immediate burning sensation on her rump startled her
and brought tears to her eyes.
"That's a box. Say it!" Cheryl held the belt menacingly above her head
ready to bring it down once again.
"She's shaving my box." Barbara hurriedly spit the words out before the
belt had a chance to land again.
For the next hour, Barbara found herself using the most vile words ever
to spill from her lips. "Cunt." "Asshole." "Clit." "Tits." During that
period her finger had explored every inch of her body and her ass had felt the
sting of the strap several times. She learned that her mouth was a
"cocksucker" and her tongue a "pussy licker" or "ass licker" She occasionally
glanced over at Mr. Bryant and saw the same leering gaze on his face each time.
She was dying of embarrassment and shame, but continued on with each stroke of
the belt. At the end, when she was licking her finger, which was by now
dripping from juices, she felt the most shame. Her cheeks were almost as red
as her face and felt like it had been stung by a thousand bees. She had been
able to hold back the avalanche of tears, which normally would be flowing by
this time, by not having the time to feel her emotions. Each time her mind
began to think of her predicament, the belt quickly brought her back to the
task at hand.
John sat quietly watching his wife's training. Cheryl had called him at
work earlier today to tell him about her conversation with Barbara and that she
would have a "training" session tonight. He went along with her thinking it
would be another sexually charged display. He was not prepared for this
whipping his poor wife was taking and did not care for it at all. At one point
he was tempted to stop Cheryl, but thought it might be better if he waited and
talked to her alone. He was going to insist that this kind of punishment was
not to occur again. He knew Cheryl would resist, but in the end would concede.
Finally, mercifully, Cheryl had turned off the tape and the TV screen
went black. Barbara was still licking her finger when Cheryl walked over to
her and ordered her to assume the position, which she did. Again, she was
dragged over to face Mr. Bryant while Cheryl explained the next stage.
"Mr. Bryant and I were talking last week and he confided in me that there
were 2 things he had never been privileged to witness in person but would like
to before he left this good earth. One of those things is to see a woman
perform oral sex on another woman." Cheryl shifted her eyes from Mr. Bryant to
Barbara. "I thought, Barbara, that you would only be too happy to demonstrate
your talented tongue for his benefit. And then I thought it would be nice to
really give him a show for his money and have you give me a complete tongue
bath. You, Barbara, are going to lick every inch of my body -- head to toe,
front and back -- and pay particular attention to certain parts. You do know
what certain parts I'm talking about, don't you?" Cheryl paused to wait for
Barbara's reply.
"Yes, Mistress Cheryl." The words were spoken, but Barbara's mind was
far away from this place. This was horrible. She hated the thought of licking
another woman, especially in front of others and especially against her will.
She had, of course, done it before and found it wasn't that bad, but the guilt
that enveloped her afterwards was overbearing.
"Well, I'm waiting. What are the parts?" Cheryl stood with hands on
hips and foot tapping waiting for further evidence of Barbara's complete
submission to her desires.
"Your... cunt... and your... tits... and your... your... ass, Mistress
Cheryl" Barbara stammered. Her chin fell on her chest in complete shame. As
she looked down she noticed that her nipples were hard and sticking out. It
shamed her more knowing that everyone in the room was aware of the state of her
nipples and that they all knew by now that her body was betraying her again.
Yes, every corner of her mind felt shame and disgust at what she was about to
do, but her body was obviously excited about it.
"That's right! You learn very well." Cheryl mocked. "Let's get started
then, shall we?"
Cheryl moved the coffee table in line with Mr. Bryant's line of sight
then stood up and untied the sash holding her wrap dress closed. Just as
Barbara had expected, Cheryl wore nothing underneath. She slipped the dress
off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. She stood with hands on hips
and legs spread in front of Mr. Bryant, her pride in her body evident. She
began to recline on the table, then, as if just remembering something, arose
again and looked at Mr. Bryant.
"Please feel free to position yourself for a better view if you'd like.
Also, you'll find a couple of Barbara's toys there on the lamp table. If at
any time you feel the urge to get actively involved, don't be afraid to use
them." Cheryl then repositioned herself on the table with her legs hanging off
the end nearest Mr. Bryant. She beckoned Barbara to her with a wiggle of her
index finger.
Barbara dropped her arms and knelt beside the table at Cheryl's side.
Curious, she glanced at the lamp table alongside Mr. Bryant in hopes of
catching a glimpse of what "toys" might be there. Unfortunately, they must
have been behind the lamp and not in view, but Barbara guessed they were the
same dildos and vibrators Cheryl had brought to her house the night the
debasement began. She turned her head and directed her attention to Cheryl's
nude body in front of her. She dreaded having to do this dirty act but
conceded that it would be better than another whipping. Her poor backside just
couldn't bear to be touched again.
"Where should I begin, Mistress Cheryl?" Barbara had never even seen or
heard of a tongue bath before and was totally bewildered about where to start.
She thought it better to ask than to do it wrong and risk further humiliation
or pain.
"Start at my head and work down, of course." Cheryl spat out, annoyed at
Barbara's naivete. "I certainly don't want that tongue on my face after being
in all the other places it'll be."
Barbara positioned herself at Cheryl's head and began licking her face at
the hairline. Her tongue slowly worked its way over Cheryl's eyelid and over
to the ear where it began darting in and out of the passage in a sensual
manner. She continued back across the face to the nose and began the same
darting motion on each nostril. Barbara's mind began drifting. She wasn't
sure whether it was the perfume Cheryl wore, the scent of her feminine sexual
fluids, or a combination of the two, but she began to get aroused.
Occasionally she would pop back into reality for a brief period, only to lose
her shame to an overwhelming lustful desire once again. She worked her tongue
into and around the other ear and across the face once more. As her tongue
began to trace the outline of Cheryl's lips, Barbara noticed them parting
slightly. With each pass of tongue, the lips would part further until Barbara
discovered she was deep inside of the mouth, entwining her tongue with
Cheryl's. She felt a hand on the back of her head holding her tightly against
Cheryl's lips. She briefly opened her eyes and saw that it was Cheryl's hand.
She shut her eyes and continued with the kiss. She thought it was the most
intense, warm and meaningful kiss she had in years. A split second later, she
realized that she was french kissing another woman while her husband and
another man was watching. Once again, she was overcome with shame and began to
blush.
Barbara eased her head back against the hand and slowly withdrew her
tongue from the mouth of her one-time friend turned tormentor. Her tongue
restarted its journey across Cheryl's face to her shoulder, down the outside of
one arm to the hand where she inserted each of Cheryl's fingers into her mouth
and gently sucked them clean as she moved them in and out between her wet lips.
Barbara was unaware of how sensual her actions seemed to everyone in the room.
When the last finger had been sucked, the tongue reappeared and began licking
up the inside of the arm to the armpit where it began slow, circular motions as
it darted in and out of her mouth to renew its moisture. Barbara repeated the
ritual with the other arm and hand. The necessity of leaning across the naked
body before her caused Barbara's nipples to brush across those of Cheryl's.
With each slight brush of nipples, a light electrical shock surged through
Barbara's entire body. She started swaying her raised hips as an urgent need
for satisfaction began building inside of her. As she began working her tongue
back up the inside of the arm, Barbara felt a pair of hands between her spread
legs.
Watching his wife locked in a steamy, wet kiss with another woman caused
John's dick to swell. He was mesmerized by the scene before him, completely
oblivious to any other presence in the room until Mr. Bryant moved from his
chair and kneeled behind Barbara's exposed buttocks. John watched as this
stranger began spreading his wife's ass and pussy and gently inserted a finger
in first one opening, then the other. He fought back an urge to masturbate
there and then and just threw his head back and closed his eyes. Within of few
moments he felt his jeans being unbuttoned and looked down to find Cheryl's
freshly tongued hand grappling for his throbbing dick. He looked back at Mr.
Bryant and saw that he was reaching for the vibrator. As the stranger inserted
the humming object into his wife's dripping vagina, John felt Cheryl's hand
gently stroking his manhood. He glanced at Barbara, now gently licking and
sucking on Cheryl's breast, and back again to Mr. Bryant who had the vibrator
completely inside Barbara. His attention was drawn to Cheryl's face. who just
looked at him with glassy eyes and a wide, slightly open, smile as she
continued working her hand over his dick and balls. The touch felt so good,
John once again threw his head back and closed his eyes.
Barbara continued licking and sucking Cheryl's breast as the aroma of sex
filled her nostrils and had transported her into a make believe place far away.
Whenever Mr. Bryant touched her tender behind, she would wince in pain and
recoiled uncontrollably away from the source. The vibrator working slowly, but
methodically, in and out of her pussy had her sailing on a cloud. She started
to abandon her shame and inhibitions and now sought gratification from the
instrument invading her body. As she rocked her hips back and forth in rhythm
with Mr. Bryant's strokes, she seemed to suck and lick with more vigor than
when she had first started. She finished one breast and traced a path with her
tongue across Cheryl's cleavage to the other one which eagerly waited with
nipple erect.
John's moaning confirmed the effectiveness of Cheryl's gentle stroking.
His mind wandered to thoughts of what was in store for his wife next. Visions
of the scene Cheryl had described to him over the phone flashed before his eyes
as if they were already taking place. Cheryl, realizing John's impending
orgasm, began stroking faster while he lifted his hips off the sofa and
stiffened his entire body. John felt the orgasm growing within him. The small
spasms occurring deep inside were a prelude to the explosion about to come. He
felt himself letting go and jerked wildly as his sperm raced to their imminent
freedom. He relaxed and opened his eyes to survey the mess he had made and was
shocked to find that Cheryl held Barbara's head by her hair and had directed
his stream of cum onto his wife's face.
Barbara, lost in her dreams, and desperately needing to satisfy her own
desires, hadn't notice Cheryl's hand gripping her hair. Suddenly, her head was
yanked painfully upward and she saw the head of John's cock within inches of
her eyes. Before she had time to react, the cock began spewing semen. She saw
it coming. As if time had slowed, the spout of liquid seemed to take forever to
reach her face. The first spatter landed on her left eyebrow and dripped down
across her nose. Subsequent splashes landed on her lips, cheeks, nose and other
eyelid. She was literally drenched. The sequence had snapped her back to
reality and she became aware of Mr. Bryant's presence once more. As she looked
at John's spent penis being lovingly cradled by Cheryl's hand, she felt the
vibrator being removed from her vagina and beginning to prod her anus. She
started to feel sorry for herself again. She renewed her worrying over the
possibility of losing John to Cheryl. New tears began forming in the corner of
her eyes as Cheryl released her head and ordered her to continue. at that
precise moment the vibrator slammed hard into her ass.
Barbara continued licking Cheryl's body as Cheryl watched. Her tongue
had gone over the stomach and thoroughly reamed the navel before making its way
down the outside of one leg. At the foot, Barbara was careful to pay special
attention to the toes. She took each one into her mouth and ran her tongue
across and in between each digit before moving onto the bottom of Cheryl's
foot, from whence it began the journey up the inside of the leg. Once
Barbara's tongue arrived at Cheryl's crotch, she worked across to the outside
of the other leg and repeated her ritual until she was once more positioned in
front of the drooling pussy. She took a deep breath and began to work her
tongue over Cheryl's labia. As she spread the lips and began to work her
tongue over the clitoris and deep inside the vagina, Barbara notice that the
vibrator in her ass had been removed. She momentarily glanced up and saw that
Mr. Bryant had moved to Cheryl's side and was intently watching her lick pussy.
Ridden with shame and guilt, Barbara closed her eyes and went on with her task.
Cheryl watched Barbara licking her cunt and could tell by the way she
performed her task that deep inside this straight-laced, average American woman
was a lust craving animal waiting to escape. Outwardly Barbara disliked her
role as sex slave. She was truly humiliated, shamed and demeaned by it. The
acts she had to perform were truly distasteful to her. But in her
self-conscious, hidden by years of prurient upbringing and training, lived a
nymphomaniac waiting to be released. The tears in Barbara's eyes told one side
of the story while the gentle swaying of her naked ass told the other side. It
was plain to see that Barbara was beginning to let the woman inside her take
control over her body again. Under other circumstances Cheryl would like
nothing better than to let the scene play itself out and watch Barbara have an
orgasm while licking another woman's cunt. It was one more thing to hold over
her. Barbara felt more guilt, and was more embarrassed, when she had an orgasm
in front of other people while performing, to her, these vile acts. Yes, under
other circumstances letting Barbara have an orgasm would be the right thing to
do, but Cheryl was worried about Barbara's reaction to the next stage of her
plans and felt it would go smoother if Barbara was in a highly excited state
craving release. She beckoned Mr. Bryant's ear to her lips and whispered a
suggestion in his ear.
Barbara's mind was in a quandary. She knew that what she was doing was
wrong and disgusting, but, for some reason, she was enjoying it. She worked
her tongue in and out, licking the inner walls of Cheryl's vagina in a circular
motion, and occasionally withdrawing it to flick at the clitoris. She wanted
her mistress to come. She craved the sudden flow of juices onto her waiting
tongue and into her mouth. The thought of it excited her more and she wished
Mr. Bryant would have left the vibrator in her behind when he changed his
position. She wanted to reach back and massage her own pussy but feared the
consequences of such action. At the instant that she had decided to abandon
her better judgment and plunge her fingers into her pussy, Barbara felt
Cheryl's thighs begin to close and her head being pulled away from the warm
nest between them.
When Barbara opened her eyes to see why she had been interrupted, Mr.
Bryant's cock promptly leapt forward and perched itself on her lower lip. She
was initially repulsed but then opened her mouth and let him enter. She began
sucking and moving her head back and forth. She saw Cheryl, sitting up resting
on her elbows, watching her every move and a quick glance to the side found
John doing the same. She hated this. She had always disliked this part of sex
and only gave in and performed it for John to appease him. To have to do it
for a stranger, in front of John and another woman, turned her stomach. She
wished she could just close her eyes and return to her former place, at
Cheryl's vagina. Although repulsive, she could at least close her eyes and
dream herself away again. It didn't take long for Mr. Bryant to begin bucking
wildly, signally his coming orgasm. Another few moments of frantic head
bobbing and Barbara felt his ejaculation hitting the back of her tongue and
running down her throat. Mr. Bryant immediately tucked away his penis and
zipped his pants. It was over almost before it had started. He plopped himself
back into his chair completely exhausted.
"Let's get back to work, shall we?" Cheryl looked at Barbara's face
covered with cum and pussy juice, then rolled over and laid on the table face
down, legs spread. "Let's not take all night at this. We've lots to do yet."
"Yes, Mistress Cheryl." Barbara chortled.
Barbara bent her head and began tonguing the back of Cheryl's neck. Her
mood interrupted and reality once again restored, Barbara worked her tongue in
a more business like manner, covering Cheryl's body in rapid, long strokes
until it was time to "pay particular attention" to the one remaining area. She
spread Cheryl's buttocks and began to work her tongue around the rim in
preparation to forcing it into the hole itself. All at once, she felt someone's
hand rubbing her pussy. Her eyes sprang open in surprise and she felt elated
when she saw it was John. He inserted a finger and began to work it in an out.
Soon he inserted another finger, then another, and another. Barbara's hips
began rocking backward to meet the hand stretching her pussy to its limit.
Each time she moved back the hand would push in deeper until it had reached its
limit and the thumb would just barely enter her ass. She began to quicken her
pace on Cheryl's ass as she felt herself being overwhelmed by desire.
Cheryl observed Barbara's state of arousal and decided it was time to go
on. She motioned for John to stop his finger play and abruptly rolled over and
off the table.
"You've done very well, Barbara. Don't you think so, Mr. Bryant?"
Cheryl waited for Mr. Bryant's reply.
"Exquisite!" Was all Mr. Bryant could say. He had become very excited
watching Barbara tongue the wife of one of his employees and was equally
pleased with the way she sucked him off. He readjusted himself in his seat and
stared at Cheryl waiting for what she had to say next.
"Yes. I think so too." Cheryl replied, then directed her attention to
the still kneeling Barbara. "Ok Barbara, do as well on this next show and we'll
consider lightening your punishment. Do poorly, though, and we'll increase it
considerably. It's your turn on the table. Lie down, on your back, and spread
those legs w-i-d-e -- off the sides. I'll be right back."
Barbara positioned herself on the coffee table with her legs spread as
wide as she could spread them and hanging off the sides, as directed. The
mention of lightening her punishment made her eager to please, not to mention
the fact that she was at the height of arousal and would do just about anything
which would bring her to orgasm. She watched Cheryl walk over to the dining
room table, pick up a small jar and carry it back.
"I want you to take some of this cream on your fingers and spread it over
your pussy for us Barbara." Cheryl removed the lid and offered the jar to
Barbara.
Barbara dipped her fingers into the jar and removed a generous amount of
the cream. She began rubbing it onto her pussy. She had no idea what the
cream was but assumed it to be a lubricant of some sort. It seemed silly to
her to have to lubricate her pussy. After all, it was soaking wet and
lubricated very well by her own juices. She did as she was told, though and
the rubbing brought even closer to orgasm.
"You like playing with your pussy, don't you Barbara? Go ahead. Put
your fingers inside and spread some in there too. It won't hurt." Cheryl
smiled as she watched Barbara insert her fingers into her cunt.
"You're hot aren't you Barbara?" Cheryl continued. "I bet you can't wait
to come can you?"
"Yes, Mistress Cheryl. I want to come." Barbara shamefully answered.
She couldn't believe she had said that.
"Go ahead. Put some on your asshole too. You enjoy having your ass
prodded don't you?"
"Yes, Mistress Cheryl." Barbara couldn't control herself any longer.
Her finger found the tight bud of her asshole and jammed itself into it. It
felt good as she worked it in and out.
"That's enough for now." Cheryl grabbed Barbara's hand and yanked it
away from between the slave's legs. "Hands behind your head!" She ordered.
Barbara, disappointed and frightened, clasped her hands behind her head.
She tried to bring herself to orgasm by squirming her hips against the hard
surface of the table.
"Lie still, slut!" Cheryl's voice was threatening and Barbara's
squirming stopped immediately. "Do You know what that cream was?"
"No, Mistress Cheryl."
"Let's just say it was made for bitches like you. It basically is
hormones and estrogen taken from female dogs during their fertile period. It's
used by breeders to get the male aroused enough to do his job. And that
brings us to the next item on the agenda. There is one more thing Mr. Bryant
had never witnessed live that he'd like to. You're going to do that for him,
too. Aren't you?"
"Y-Y-Yes, Mistress Cheryl." Cheryl's description of the cream Barbara
had just finished spreading over her pussy and ass had made her skeptical and
afraid to consent, but she knew she really had no other choice.
"Good. Just give me a minute to set up the camcorder and we'll be
ready." Cheryl had prepared the video equipment beforehand and retrieved it
from the dining room and set it in place behind Barbara's head, making sure she
did not block Mr. Bryant's view. She looked through the view finder and
announced her approval.
"That's perfect. This should be a great tape. Ok. I guess we're ready
to begin."
Barbara watched Cheryl walk out of the room and open the kitchen door.
Within a minute or two she returned holding a large Doberman by it's collar.
Barbara immediately knew what was expected of her. In panic, she leaped off
the table got down on her knees with her hands clasped, prayer like, in front
of her face. Tears began streaming down her cheeks.
"NO! PLEASE, NOT THAT! I'll do anything else, honest -- anything!
Please don't make me do this. I CAN'T DO IT! PLEASE! PLEASE!"
Cheryl suspected that Barbara might raise an objection to being fucked by
a dog but she never dreamed it would be such a loud, hysterical display. She
was caught off guard and couldn't decide what to do. She wanted to slap
Barbara's face and order her back up onto the table, but she had all she could
handle in keeping the dog, who had picked up the scent of the breeders cream on
Barbara. She walked over to the kneeling woman and reached down with her free
hand and grabbed one of her nipples between thumb and forefinger and began
squeezing.
"Listen to me, slut! If you know what's good for you, you'll get back up
on that table and show Mr. Bryant what he came to see. QUIT YOUR BLUBBERING
AND GET UP THERE -- NOW!" Cheryl's anger transmitted itself to her fingers and
they were squeezing Barbara's nipple so hard that both, fingers and nipple,
turned ghostly white.
"No. Please, Mistress Cheryl. OUCH! Please." Barbara bent down and
pulled her nipple free from Cheryl's grasp. She put her mouth onto Cheryl's
bare feet and began kissing and pleading some more.
John looked at Cheryl and noticed her bewilderment at the situation. He
got off the couch and went over to Barbara. He put his hands under her arms
and gently lifted her to her feet. She was sobbing uncontrollably and was
nearly in shock. As he held her, the dog began sniffing her legs and working
his cold nose into her crotch. He pushed the dog aside with his leg and leaned
his chin on his wife's shoulder and began whispering in her ear.
"No, please John. Don't ask me to do this. It's an animal, for
chrissakes! I feel bad enough for what I've done -- don't turn me into a lowly
animal. Please, I beg you." Barbara felt more at ease with John holding her
tightly and her hysteria started to subside.
"Please, honey. Do it for me. Forget about Cheryl and Mr. Bryant, do it
for me. It'll be over before you know it. Do it before Cheryl gets any more
pissed than she is. Just close your eyes, block it out of your mind, and just
do it. You'll get through it, I promise." John felt his wife calming down and
hoped she would consent to do what she had been asked to. Cheryl's "master
plan" depended on pleasing Mr. Bryant and this is what Mr. Bryant wanted most
to see. He rubbed Barbara's shoulders and gently nudged her over to the table.
He whispered "I love you." over and over into her ear as he softly applied
downward pressure on her shoulders, forcing her onto the table.
Barbara held her hands over her face and began wiping the tears off her
cheek. Her mind was a jumble of words and images and she could not think
clearly about anything going on around her. The words "I love you" kept
echoing in her brain as she hesitatingly moved her legs toward the table. She
felt the edge of the table against her legs and a gentle pressure forcing her
downward.
"That's more like it!" Cheryl said in an agitated state. "Now slide your
body down so that your pussy is at the end of the table -- and keep those legs
spread wide."
Barbara slid down the table until she felt the border at the end press
into her inflamed buttocks. Her body trembled when she felt the cold nose of
the Doberman sniffing her vagina and her reflexes caused her legs to begin to
close. Luckily, she caught them in time and spread them wide once more. She
soon felt the dog's tongue lapping at the cream she had smeared between her
legs and, at Cheryl's command, she reached down and spread lips of her vagina
to allow the beast better access. She had her eyes closed and could only think
about her predicament and how low she had become. Her desire to have an orgasm
had dissipated and she was left with a hollow, sick feeling in her stomach. Her
actions were strictly in response to Cheryl's orders, as when she spread the
cheeks of her buttocks exposing her cream covered asshole when told to do so.
The licking at her pussy and ass would have brought her great enjoyment and
relief had it been a man, or, for that matter, even another woman, but the
image of the dog performing these acts sickened her.
After what seemed like an eternity, but in actuality was but a few quick
moments, of licking, the sex crazed dog began to mount her. Barbara felt the
weight of the animal on her body and its nails dig into her breasts. She moved
slightly in an attempt to shift the dog's weight and allow herself to breathe
more freely. At the sound of another command from Cheryl, she reached down and
took the dog's penis in her hand and guided it to her opening. She felt it
slide into her followed by the lapping of the dog's tongue on her face. As the
dog pumped furiously, Barbara thought about how different it felt. It wasn't
like a penis at all. It felt more like a small rubber ball had been inserted
inside her and was bouncing back and forth. She felt something wet hit her
lips and squinted her one eye open enough to see the Doberman tongue hanging
out the side of its mouth and drooling profusely. She closed her eyes again
and prayed the ending of this degrading act would come quickly.
Finally, the dog stopped pumping and just stood there with its penis
still inside her. Barbara squirmed her hips in an attempt to dislodge the
animal's sex organ from inside her, but a low growl and a faint curling of the
beast's lips convinced her that it was not the thing to do. She remained
motionless while the dog recovered from his exertion. Soon she felt the dogs
nails dig deeper into her breasts as he pushed himself up and off of her.
Relief had come. Not in the sexual way she had earlier desired, but in the
knowledge that the greatest humiliation she had ever suffered was ended. She
lie waiting for further instructions, her eyes still clenched shut. She was
much to ashamed to open them and face the stares she knew would come from her
husband and Mr. Bryant. She heard the kitchen door close and exhaled deeply
knowing that the animal had been put away again. As she heard Cheryl's bare
footsteps returning to the living room and dismantle the video recording
equipment, Barbara felt the dog's semen dribbling out of her vagina and making
its way across her anus to the table top.
"Well, Mr. Bryant, what did you think? Did you enjoy it?" Cheryl stood,
totally naked, before Don's boss and addressed him as though she were fully
clothed and chatting about a new movie.
"Very much so. Thanks Cheryl. It was more than I had anticipated. In
fact, the entire evening has me about worn out. Would you happen to have a
cold beer handy? I'm as dry as the desert." Mr. Bryant grabbed his throat and
twisted his head from side to side.
"Of course I do." Cheryl replied. "Please forgive me for not offering
you anything to drink sooner." She looked at the reclining Barbara and issued
another order. "Barbara, get up and get Mr. Bryant a nice cold beer. There's
frosted mugs in the freezer. While you're at it, get one for John."
"Yes, Mistress Cheryl." Barbara answered as she swung her feet off the
table and stood up. She walked to the kitchen without so much of a glance at
the two men in the room. The Doberman was sound asleep in the far corner, much
to her relief.
Barbara returned to the living room carrying the two mugs of beer. She
stood in front of the chair and offered one to Mr. Bryant. She couldn't force
herself to look directly at his face but could see that he was staring directly
at her crotch. She immediately became aware of the wet dog semen still
trickling from her vagina and down her leg and squeezed her thighs together in
an attempt to hide it. Mr. Bryant's smile indicated that he not only had seen
the results of her escapade with the dog, but noticed her shame and attempt to
conceal the evidence. She turned and walked over to John and offered him the
remaining beer. He reached out with both hands and, as one grabbed the beer,
the other closed over hers and caressed it briefly before returning to his lap.
She looked up at his eyes and saw him smile and blow her a kiss. For the
moment, Barbara felt more at ease. She hesitated for a moment then positioned
herself in the center of the room, hands clasped behind her head, feet spread,
eyes glued to John and waited.
Cheryl retreated to the bedroom for a few minutes and returned carrying a
grocery bag which she plopped down on the now empty, but damp, coffee table.
She reached into the bag and withdrew some articles held by her clenched fist.
She stepped over to Barbara and looked her up and down.
"And now it's time to pay the piper for all your misdeeds, Barbara." As
she spoke, she gritted her teeth. "Let's see... there's your impertinence on
the telephone with me the other day, your hysterics just a few moments ago, and
failure to keep your pussy shaved. Didn't we tell you at the party that you
were present yourself cleaned and ready?"
"No, Mistress Cheryl, I mean Yes, Mistress Cheryl, but..." Barbara was
confused. She had bathed and groomed herself, but didn't recall being
specifically told to shave her pubic area. "I didn't think that meant shaving,
Mistress Cheryl."
"Well you didn't think right. How about the enema. Did you give yourself
an enema and douche before coming tonight?"
"I douched, Mistress Cheryl, but I didn't know I had to give myself an
enema." Barbara began tearing again. She had hoped for a light punishment,
but it didn't appear as though that was going to be the case tonight.
"Well, from now on, we'll have to give you one whenever we get together.
Just to be on the safe side. You're like a little girl -- can't be trusted to
do what you're told to. Take your hands down and get your nipples hard for our
guest!"
Barbara's hands leaped from behind her head and began massaging her
nipples. Cheryl had reminded her of Mr. Bryant's presence and her face glowed
red with shame. She thought about her buttocks and how much they still hurt
from the earlier whipping with the belt. She hoped she wouldn't be paddled
again. She looked at her breasts and saw the nipples beginning to firm up and
stand out. She expected they would soon be subjected to the clothespins.
"That will do." Cheryl opened her hand in front of Barbara's eyes. "I
bought these just for you this week. Do you like them?"
"Yes, Mistress Cheryl. Thank you, Mistress Cheryl" Barbara looked at
what Cheryl was holding out. They appeared to be metal clips with tiny teeth
on the jaws and a small chain dangling from each one. At the end of each chain
was a snap to which one could attach things, or snap them together. The teeth
on the jaws looked menacing and she shuddered at the thought of them biting
into her tender nipples.
"Good." Cheryl replied with a sneer. "Because at the rate you're going,
you're going to be wearing them an awful lot." She stepped up and attached one
of the clips to Barbara's right breast. She smiled as she noticed the slave
wince in pain as the jaws closed. She attached the remaining clip to the left
breast and seemed to take equal pleasure in watching Barbara wince and begin to
cry. She reached over and began searching through the bag again. She
retrieved a pair of metal weights with an eyelet on each one and held them up
for Barbara's perusal. "Pretty?" She asked.
"Yes, Mistress Cheryl." The pain in Barbara's nipples was so great she
could hardly speak. She winced once more as Cheryl grabbed one of the chains
and attached the weights to the snap. Cheryl held it up high enough to tighten
the chain and cause it to stretch Barbara's breast. A big grin spread across
Cheryl's face as Barbara recoiled with the pain and the tears flowed down her
cheeks. A bigger smile appeared as Cheryl suddenly released the ball and let
it drop, pulling the chain even tighter. Barbara heard a slight "ow" escape
from her mouth, but shut her eyes and bit her lip hoping no one else heard.
Cheryl repeated the ritual with the other breast. Barbara was afraid to look
at her tits. She was sure the clamps teeth had drawn blood. Her nightmare
peaked when Cheryl reached back into the bag and pulled out the paddle.
"How many strokes do you deserve, Barbara?" Cheryl smacked the paddle
against her palm as she surveyed the trembling woman.
Barbara remembered the last time she was asked and didn't answer. She
was determined that would not happen again. She was tempted to say "None" but
knew that would not be acceptable and might even anger Cheryl more.
"Ten, Mistress Cheryl" As she replied, Barbara felt her buttocks tighten
and squeeze together, as if they were anticipating additional pain.
"TEN?" Cheryl appeared flabbergasted. "I would think with your behavior
lately that ten strokes would hardly be enough to teach you a lesson. I was
thinking of ten times ten -- 100 strokes. What do have to say about that?"
There was no way Barbara could withstand 100 strokes of the paddle
against her already hurting behind. Her lips began to tremble as she tried to
think of some way to convince Cheryl to lessen the punishment.
"Please, Mistress Cheryl. My ass is so sore from the belt whipping I had
earlier, that I couldn't possible bear 100 strokes. I'm not sure I can bear 10
right now. Please have mercy on me, Mistress Cheryl. I promise to keep my
pussy shaved and to give myself an enema and douche from now one. And, believe
me, I'll treat you with respect and won't ever refuse to obey again. Please,
Mistress Cheryl." Barbara hoped the use of dirty words would impress Cheryl
and soften her up enough to be more lenient.
"I'll tell you what I'll do. I'll cut that to 10 strokes IF you do 30
jumping jacks for us. You must come to a complete stop at the completion of
each jumping jack and allow the weights to fall completely. Count each one,
out loud, then go on to the next. Do that and I'll reduce your punishment to
10 strokes, but, mind you, they'll be 10 strong strokes. Agreed?" Cheryl
looked at Barbara and waited for her reply.
"Yes, Mistress Cheryl. Agreed." Barbara had forgotten about the weights
attached to her breasts and wondered what would be worse. Maybe, she thought,
the clamps won't hurt as much as 100 strokes of the paddle. She was willing to
risk it.
"Ok. Turn sideways so we all can see your titties bouncing and begin
when you're ready." Cheryl sat herself down on the sofa next to John and put
her hand around the inside of his thigh. She saw the look in Barbara's eyes
and knew she had observed this maneuver. It delighted her knowing she was
hurting Barbara as much mentally as physically. That's what it was all about.
Not the pain, but the submission to her every command.
Barbara turned sideways and prepared to do her "exercise." From this
position she could see everyone in the room out the corner of her eyes and saw
they were all looking at her. She jumped and spread her legs wide and raised
her hands above her head then jumped again and placed feet together, hands at
her sides. The weights fell with great force and she felt an excruciating pain
shoot through her tits.
"One." Barbara counted as she cried. Twenty-nine to go she thought.
She tried to keep her mind off the pain as she prepared to jumped again. She
fixed her eyes on the cobwebs in the corner of the room. Cheryl had never been
much at housework, she thought. Spending too much time thinking up ways to
torture me.
"Two." Another one down. Then another, and another, and another. With
each jumping jack, the pain increased. Barbara was sure her nipples were in
shreds and was afraid to look. She bit her lower lip and continued. When she
had completed 20, she thought she wouldn't be able to go on, but, for some
reason, her body continued. She looked at everything in the room during this
ordeal -- especially Cheryl and John. She was infuriated that Cheryl had not
yet bothered to put some clothes on. Here she was nude and loving up to her
husband while she was being subjected to such brutal and degrading treatment.
When she looked at the leering Mr. Bryant, she felt his burning eyes on her
body. She tried not to think of what her tits looked like bouncing up and down
with chains attached, or about Mr. Bryant watching her vagina open wide with
each Jumping Jack. She gathered her strength and withstood the pain as she
completed the last one. Now, she remembered, came the paddling. Once more her
ass tightened at the thought. She returned to her original position and got up
enough nerve to glance down at her aching nipples. To her surprise, there was
very little blood and, aside from looking very red and sore, there appeared to
be no real damage. She couldn't understand how there could be so much pain and
so little visible damage. She wondered if they would return to their original
shape once the clips were removed. She felt her ass twitch again and made a
mental attempt to prevent them from doing it again. She knew Mr. Bryant,
seated behind her now, had his eyes glued to her naked, red butt and still felt
embarrassed by it.
Cheryl stopped rubbing John's crotch and went over to Barbara. She had
not expected her to last for 30 jumping jacks with the weights on the clips.
She felt disappointed and vowed to get heavier weights for the next time she
would need them. She reached down and picked up the paddle as she looked at
John and winked.
"Now for the real punishment." She said to the exhausted Barbara. "I
told you they would be strong ones. The trouble is, I don't have the strength
to administer 10 strong strokes. My arm is sore from rubbing your husband's
cock all night." She watched Barbara's chin drop to her chest in despair. "So
I'll just have John do it." She held out the paddle to John who was taken by
complete surprise by this turn of events.
John reluctantly took the paddle from Cheryl's outreached hand and stood
up. His hard-on was obvious to everyone including Barbara, whose eyes widened
when Cheryl made that announcement. He didn't know if he had it in him to
spank his wife. He had always been a softy with women and Barbara, although
his wife, was no exception. He positioned himself behind his trembling wife.
"Now John I want you to know that if I don't think you're swinging hard
enough, I'll not count that stroke." Cheryl teasingly egged John on. "So, if
you think anything of your wife, you'll give her 10 of the hardest smacks you
can."
Cheryl turned her head to Barbara. She gazed at the frightened look in
the girl's eyes and cupped her hand under her chin to lift her head slightly.
"Barbara, bend over and put your hands on the coffee table. Keep your
legs spread and brace yourself. Remember to count each stroke out loud."
Having said that, Cheryl returned to her seat on the sofa and awaited the start
of the paddling.
Barbara bent over as directed and felt the cool air on her puckered anus.
She blushed again when she realized that her asshole was now completely visible
to Mr. Bryant and her husband. She realized, too, that her vagina, covered
with dried dog cum and her own juices, was equally visible. She felt some
relief in knowing that the evening was coming to an end and she would be spared
any further embarrassment -- until the next time.
She felt the first strike land and she nearly lost her balance at the
force of the blow. Instantly her ass felt a burning, stinging pain. "One,
thank you." She spoke, remembering to add the 'thank you' as she was told to
the last time. "Two, thank you." By the time the tenth blow had landed,
Barbara's face was covered with tears and the inside of her cheek was raw from
her biting it in an attempt to brace against the pain. She remained in her
bent position as John went back to the sofa and sat down next to Cheryl. She
thought about standing up and assuming her normal position but her butt ached
so much she didn't dare move. "Better to wait for an order and give myself as
much time as possible to recuperate." she said to herself. She became aware of
movement on the sofa and of someone walking towards her.
"Stand up an assume your position!" Cheryl barked the order out in a
manner that left no doubt that she was aggravated.
"Yes, Mistress Cheryl." Barbara started crying all over again as she
strained to get to her feet with as little movement of her buttocks as she
could. The tone of Cheryl's voice made her tremble and she prayed she had done
nothing which would warrant further punishment. She stood in the center of the
room in her normal position wondering what would come next. She had assumed
the punishment would put an end to the evening's affair.
"I bought you something else, Barbara, in honor of tonight's
"deflowering", should we say?" Cheryl reached back into her bag and withdrew
another package. This one was boxed and gift wrapped. She handed it to
Barbara and ordered her to open it.
"Thank you, Mistress Cheryl." Barbara chortled as she took the package
from Cheryl's hand. She began to unwrap it and noticed the wrapping paper was
a juvenile design depicting paintings from the Walt Disney movie of "Lady And
The Tramp." When she realized the significance of the paper, she blushed
again. Under the paper was a plain white cardboard box, similar to the kind
used to package costume jewelry. She opened the box and took off the top layer
of cotton to reveal a rather large, black dog collar. She removed the collar
from the box and looked at it for a moment. It was leather, about 3/4" wide
with silver rivets running the length of it. Attached to the ring used to hold
leashes and dog licences was a chrome metal plate shaped like a dog bone.
Barbara flicked it over and noticed the engraving. It read:
My name is
Barbara
I belong to
Cheryl
887-2416
Cheryl removed the collar from Barbara's hand and fastened it around her
neck. She took one step back to admire it.
"I think it looks very pretty on you. Yes, pretty and... and...
fitting." Cheryl grinned. "Don't I get a thank you hug?"
Barbara sobbed and leaned forward and wrapped her arms loosely around
Cheryl. She felt their naked breasts touch and Cheryl's arms go around her and
pull her closer. Cheryl's hands slid down to Barbara's burning cheeks and
forced them open as her finger started to probe the opening between them. The
stinging touch caused Barbara to instinctively buck her hips forward to escape
the pain, but it also forced her pubis to mash against Cheryl's. Cheryl tossed
her head back and smiled at Barbara before releasing her hold and stepping back
again.
"I'm glad you like it so much Barbara. Not because I picked it out, but
because you are to remove this collar only when you bathe. Other than that, it
remains around your neck -- no matter where you go, or what you do. If I ever
catch you, or hear about you, not wearing it, you will deeply regret it."
Cheryl turned around and faced John. "John, I want you to report any
infraction of this rule to me immediately! Promise?"
John blushed. He was caught in the middle and didn't want to side
against either woman, but it seemed much more practical to agree to Cheryl's
request at this time.
"Yeah. Sure, Cheryl." He blurted out. He looked at his wife who was
staring at him with disbelief in her eyes.
"Oh, I almost forgot. There's something else I had made for your."
Cheryl hurriedly returned to the bag and retrieved a small black picture frame.
She held it up and instructed Barbara to read it aloud.
Barbara swallowed and began reading the fancy, hand drawn, calligraphy
within the frame.
"Certificate." Her vision blurred by the tears, Barbara continued.
"This will acknowledge that Barbara L. Morris, having had sexual intercourse
with a member of the canine family, and having said sexual intercourse
witnessed by at least three persons, is hereby bestowed the title "BITCH" and
shall henceforth be entitled to all the honors, benefits and shame such title
brings"
By the time Barbara finished reading, the glass on the picture frame was
covered with her tears. The reminder of her lowest point caused her stomach to
turn. She had to fight back the vomit.
"That..." Cheryl broke in, "should be on display where everyone can see
it. You have no idea how much a calligrapher gets to make up something like
that. Put it on your TV. I'll be looking for it when I visit."
"Yes, Mistress Cheryl." Barbara's head still hung down and her eyes
looked at the certificate she held. The collar was bad enough, the certificate
sitting on her living room TV would be impossible to hide from company. She
began sobbing uncontrollably.
"Speaking of visiting," Cheryl was reveling in Barbara's misery and was
not about to let up so soon. "we'll pick you up on Tuesday at about 10 o'clock.
John will be at work and the kids in school so that will give us some time to
do some shopping for things you'll be needing. Do me a favor and go out Monday
and buy yourself one of those real short mini skirts all the kids are wearing
today. You know, the ones that barely cover your ass. Just get a plain white
blouse to go with it. You needn't bother with any lingerie or underwear -- you
won't be needing them. Get yourself ready, but don't get dressed until we get
there. We have to give you the enema, you know. That reminds me. Make sure
you have a good 2 quart enema bag available. Other than that, I'm through for
tonight. Sit down on the floor right there, cross your legs Indian fashion,
and wait until we say good bye to Mr. Bryant." Cheryl then looked over at Mr.
Bryant.
"Mr. Bryant, I certainly hope you enjoyed yourself tonight and that you
saw everything you wanted to." She addressed him in an overly polite manner
and with a big smile.
"I certainly did, Cheryl." Mr. Bryant got up from his seat and shook the
wrinkles out of his pants legs. "I saw more tonight than I ever dreamed of
seeing in my lifetime. If you don't mind, I'd like a copy of that video tape
when you can get around to making one." He started to the door, hesitated and
looked back at Cheryl. "Can I talk to you a minute?"
"Of course." Cheryl replied. "Just let me throw something on and we'll
talk outside." She ran to the bedroom and returned wearing a robe and
slippers.
Barbara sat on the floor looking straight ahead at John. Behind him was
a window through which she could observe the heads of Cheryl and Mr. Bryant.
Whatever they were talking about seemed to please Cheryl immensely. She
watched Cheryl jump up and down and throw her arms around Mr. Bryant and kiss
his face wildly. She was about to say something to John when she noticed the
couple break up the conversation and Cheryl walking back to the apartment.
"GREAT NEWS, EVERYBODY!" Cheryl burst through the door dancing. "Mr.
Bryant is going to give Don that big promotion. Isn't that wonderful?" She
didn't wait for a reply. "Better yet, He's being transferred to Denver to run
that office. Don's always dreamed of living in Colorado." She glanced over at
John and formed an "o" with her thumb and forefinger.
Instantly Barbara felt a great sense of relief. If Don and Cheryl moved
to Denver her ordeal would be over and she could go back to her normal life.
She was elated. She rolled her eyes towards John and smiled when she noticed
him look at her. She had become so excited she even bounced off the floor.
Big mistake. The landing made her butt sting like it had just been whipped all
over again.
"Look, John. I've really had it for tonight. I think I'm going to turn
in and dream about Don in Denver. Don't think I'm rude." Cheryl walked over
and stood in front of Barbara and opened her robe. "How about a little good
night kiss, Barbara."
Barbara looked up and saw Cheryl's vagina directly in front of her face.
She moved her hands up and spread the lips and moved her head towards it. She
had come to accept kissing and licking another woman's vagina. After what she
had been through tonight, it seemed like a perfectly natural thing to do. She
slipped her tongue inside and began lapping. After a moment, Cheryl closed
her legs and moved away chuckling. She had won again, Barbara thought. She
got up, put on her rain coat and left, John following right behind.
*********
Once in the car, Barbara couldn't wait to tell John how relieved she was
to know that Cheryl would be moving to Denver. She was amazed when he had
absolutely no reaction.
"Aren't you happy that she's leaving?" Barbara asked. She closed her
eyes, afraid of what the answer would be. After all she'd been through, she
couldn't bear to lose John.
"Let's not count our chickens." John sounded somber. "We're not sure
Don will accept the promotion and transfer yet.
"What do you mean? You heard Cheryl say he had dreamed of living there."
"Yeah" John just kept looking at the road ahead.
"John, I've got to know. Please be honest with me. Do you really love me
or has Cheryl gotten to you. Please, I've got to know the answer."
John thought for a moment then pulled the car over to the side of the
road. He turned sideways and looked directly at Barbara.
"The truth, Barbara, is this. I have always loved you. You have given
me everything I could ever hope for. I will always love you. Have no fear,
Cheryl will never be able to replace you."
"Thanks John. You have no idea how much that means to me. At times it
seemed to me that you were actually enjoying all of this."
"To tell you the truth, I am. Let's face it. Our sex life the last few
years has been hum drum, at best. This has excited me. Cheryl's power over you
excites me. Maybe I'm kinky, but I feel sexier now than I ever have. I'm sorry
if that's not what you want to hear, but that's the way it is. Given a choice,
I'd rather go on like this than to return to the way it was." John turned back
and stared out the windshield. He had finally confessed his true feelings to
Barbara.
Barbara sat stunned. For the longest while she did not know what to say.
"And what about me? You say you love me, but have you no concern for my
feelings?" She looked at his profile and waited for his reply.
"For chrissakes Barbara. What about you? You act like you're the only
woman on Earth who's done those things. Aside from the punishments, and I'm
going to talk to Cheryl about that when I call her tomorrow, you haven't been
physically hurt at all."
A knot formed in the bottom of Barbara's stomach. It sounded like he
talked to Cheryl on a daily basis. And what about Cheryl asking him to inform
her of any rules infraction she commits. Was there something going on?
"All right, John, what's going on between you and Cheryl. Do you two
plan these things with each other? How could you? Just exactly what do you
know that you're not telling me?"
John turned the key and started the car. He pulled out onto the highway
and drove, aware of Barbara staring at him, waiting for an answer.
"Cheryl plans everything. I have nothing to do with that. She called me
a couple of times to let me know what she had planned, but never asks for my
ideas. I wouldn't have any anyway. I knew about her plans for tonight, and
that she wanted to impress Don's boss so that he'd give Don that promotion.
But I had nothing to do with the plans."
"And you didn't object when she brought up the dog thing?" Barbara was
dumfounded.
"NO I DIDN'T! To tell you the truth, I've always wanted to see that
myself. I don't think she'd listen if I did object. She's not exactly an
understanding person. Now, please, don't ask me anymore questions. I promised
Cheryl not to divulge anything to you and I plan to keep that promise. I
really don't want to lose you, but if it comes down to it, I'd have a tough
time deciding. The decision is your's. You can go on like this and still stay
married to me and have a nice home for your kids, or you can put an end to it
-- and pay the consequences. It's your decision. Make it! Just leave me
alone.
The rest of the drive home was long and quiet. Barbara thought about what
John had said. As the time passed, she began to feel sorry for him. She knew
he was a good man and this mess have him on edge and confused. If need be, she
would go on and on like this before she lost him and the kids. Her consolation
was hearing him say how much he cared for her. As the car pulled into the
drive, she touched his hand.
"I love you, John. I'll do anything for you." She whispered.
That night, after Barbara had showered and cleaned herself up and gone to
bed with John, they had sex. GREAT SEX! Barbara had finally gotten the relief
she had craved earlier. When she slept, she dreamt of Cheryl.
