Wayward Wife's Punishment

Chapter VIII

On the way home to Minneapolis I changed planes in Chicago and on that last leg I met Shirley Wu who settled down beside me just before the doors closed. The thing I immediately noticed was that she looked like a survivor from one of those WW II concentration camps. Then I also noticed she was rather attractive in an exotic sort of way. It turned out she was Eurasian and had been in the States for about two years after leaving Hong Kong to find herself.

One thing led to another and that weekend Shirley lay naked on my bed, skillfully sucking my cock as I watched the tape I had received this morning from Allie. It showed the parson disciplining his slave-wife for her indiscretions with a certain weekend visitor to their locality, someone by the name of Jon, who had left his wife, Jill, in the care of the good folk of the county.

Nancy was catching hell from a pair of burly assistants who wielded belts that left a criss-cross pattern of welts on her back and broad ass cheeks. To demonstrate his authority over his slave-wife, the parson had instructed her to stand with her legs spread apart and her arms straight up into the air, allowing the men complete access to her naked body.

They took a break to exchange the belts for fresh cut switches, and then began to stripe the backs of her legs and thighs, working down one side then up the other. Nancy gasped and grunted in rhythm to the whistling sound of the switches as they cut into her flesh. Her gasps were loudest when the willows sliced into the tender flesh just below her meaty ass cheeks and at the backs of her knees.

When the camera panned around to show Nancy's big breasts and thickly thatched pubic region, also well decorated with dozens of angry welts, I lost my control and started to fill Shirley's mouth with the second load of our session which had begun nearly an hour ago. My skinny bedmate captured every drop and then spit it carefully into the ceramic bowl located on the nightstand, a gift from her to me and very practical to boot.

I had to admit that the parson really had Nancy under control. She just stood there naked as the day she was born, with her trembling arms high in the air, waiting for the next cruel cut of the limber lengths being used by her punishers. Shirley resumed sucking my cock, trying to keep it hard in order to make her efforts less taxing. Meanwhile I watched the welts appear along Nancy's rib cage and then move to her hefty flanks, leaving a trail of bloody furrows in her skin. Shirley sucked my cock with enthusiasm, intent only on drawing more cum from me. For a girl who seemed to live on only air and water, she really had a taste for cum.

I thought back to what had happened in less than a week. I had traded a two hundred pound sex partner who was in her late thirties and loved it up the ass for an eighty-four pound anorexic nineteen year old who was into enemas, water, oral sex, bondage and forced sex; at least so she claimed. I did have to admit that she seemed to really enjoy sucking my joint.

While I watched those two guys relentlessly whip Nancy's breasts, Shirley moved down to lick my asshole and then probe it with her tongue. She licked my tight balls and then tried to swallow them individually while Nancy's rounded belly was sliced and diced by the switches. Then the skinny teen worked a knowing finger into my asshole and began to massage my enlarged prostate. When my cock began to twitch in response to her efforts, her mouth captured it and resumed her relentless suctioning.

It got extremely interesting when a fixture was set up for the next stage of Nancy's punishment. It consisted simply of a metal bar mounted between two posts that were sunk into the wooden base of the fixture. At a command from the parson, his slave-wife did a slow back bend over the bar until she was arched to her limit, her hands touching the floor behind her and her legs trembling from the strain of staying wide apart. Her fat lipped cunt was now perfectly exposed to the two men who had been whipping her mercilessly.

At a nod from the parson, they began to rip into her soft cunt with the terrible switches, cutting her cunt lips into ribbons within minutes. Nancy groaned loudly as the two men criss-crossed her hairy cunt with a precision that left not a square inch of that meaty mound untouched. They now moved to her thighs and the switches bit into the soft tender flesh that was now exposed, turning her massive thighs into chunks of bloody meat as her naked body trembled and twitched from a combination of pain and muscle aches. The brutal attack went on and on, moving back and forth from the insides of her thighs to her bleeding cunt, always keeping those areas bleeding from fresh cuts. Finally with a loud grunt, Nancy lost her balance and slumped to the floor, completely exhausted from the cruel beating she had just endured.

By now my cock was as hard as steel and Shirley was going crazy trying to get me off. She was sucking like a mad woman while using both hands to jack my throbbing dick. I guess the break in the action on the tape allowed me to realize that I should be shooting off into her hot wet mouth, so I did and Shirley struggled to contain the huge load of watery cum that I blasted into her mouth. There was so much that she accidentally swallowed some, causing her to go into a panic. She leaped up from the bed and stuck her finger down her throat. I was soon treated to the sight of her puking up not only my watery cum, but also everything else she'd consumed in the last half a day. I will give her credit for having the presence of mind to find and use the wastepaper basket to capture her vomit, thus avoiding a major mess that would probably have resulted in me putting some serious marks on her super skinny body.

It was then that the parson called to me by name and announced that the next tape I would receive would feature my whore of a wife who would be punished severely for her sluttish behavior last week and the abominable things that she was doing this week. He also promised that his slave-wife Nancy intended to make Jill, the newest convert to Satan, rue the day she ever sold her soul to him.

Shirley was very impressed by his threat and most eager to join me when the tape was ready for viewing. She even hinted strongly that her roommate, who also was into anorexia as a lifestyle, would attend as well. “ Willa hasn't had sex with a man for nearly a year. I'm sure she'll be excited about having you fuck her while we watch your wife atoning for her sins. I can hardly wait.” Shirley said breathlessly once she finished vomiting into the wastepaper basket. Even though I had just gotten off for the third time, the prospect of doing not one, but two stick chicks really tickled the kinky side of my psyche.

I suggested that Shirley get busy and harden my cock so I could begin fucking her now that the edge was off so to speak. Now I would be able to fuck as long as I wanted without worrying too much about coming early. To my surprise and irritation she refused to comply. “ I'm staying true to Willa. We've been together too long for me to risk damaging a beautiful relationship.” Shirley said in her breathy little girl voice. “However I will let you give me a nice big enema and play with my body while I'm all tied up and helpless, but no fucking!” The light went on in my sex crazed brain,” bondage and forced sex”, of course, what was I thinking?

I had wondered what was in the huge purse that Shirley carried when she arrived for our little tryst; now I knew. The skinny Asian hottie had brought along some of her toys such as her own personal enema bag, complete with attachments, which she promised to leave at my place for use during future sessions if I was a good boy. She also hinted that my behavior, once she was tied up, would determine whether the ropes that also came out of that carryall would also become our joint property. The sight of her super thin body swaying erotically as she padded toward the bathroom holding the ropes and enema bag did wonders for my libido.

By the time I had tightly tied her wrists behind her back and hobbled her ankles so she could not easily escape from me, I had major wood that she noticed and commented on. “I hope you don't think that just because I'm all tied up that you can put that nasty cock of yours into my tight cunt or even worse, my super tight asshole.” Shirley licked her lips and pushed out her bald, thin-lipped cunt for emphasis, a mischievous smile playing across her lips.

“ Tight, super tight, I'd be very surprised about that. I thought you and Willa were lovers? Doesn't she use a nice long fat dildo on that cunt and asshole? My guess is that you're pretty loose and my cock would definitely get lost in your fucked out snatch, and probably in that gaping bunghole of yours as well.” I replied, playing along with her game.

Shirley stamped her bare foot down on the tiles and yelped. “ That's not fair for you to say! You certainly aren't acting like a gentleman now that I'm so helpless. I guess now you're going to stick your fingers or maybe try to get your whole hand up my tight pussy. I think you're mean enough to give me a huge enema, plug me and then do nasty things to my poor defenseless cunny while I cramp and ache from all the pressure that is going to build up in me as the special powder you're supposed to add to my enema starts to do its job.”

I knew at that moment that Shirley and I were going to have a very interesting time in the bathroom, albeit a messy one, and that things were going to get even more heated once I got her back to the bedroom. My cock began to twitch from the expectations that my imagination began to generate. All my attention was now focused on that childlike slit that soon was going to be forced open to allow me to see and feel what was inside.

“ You can make this easy or hard for yourself; either way you are going to get a major league load of cold water laced with this bag of blue powder taped to the bag. Now bend that scrawny body at the waist and don't move until I tell you. If you move I'm going to take my belt to that flat ass of yours until you do as I say.” There was the slightest hint of a smile on the girl's face as she bent over the tub and wiggled her butt at me, almost daring me to do my worse. I would try my best not to disappoint her.

Until Shirley finally relented and talked me through administering the enema properly, it was a comedy of errors. The enema had more attachments than a vacuum cleaner. There were tubes and little squeeze bulbs that made no sense at all, and even inserting the nozzle became an exercise in futility. By blindly following her instructions it was possible at long last to insert, secure and begin her enema.

I stepped back and got a good look at what was going on. The fat tube that ran from the bulging enema bag was now taped securely to her back before disappearing between her wrinkled cheeks. An inflated rubber cuff was preventing the nozzle from being withdrawn from her anus. I wondered what would happen if I just kept pouring water into the bag. Would she just keep getting bigger and bigger until either her belly burst or the pressure caused the plug to be expelled from her quivering cheeks? Perhaps sometime in the future I could find out. I had visions of hooking the enema up to the water tap and then just letting nature take its course, slowly, so I could watch her belly get bigger and bigger before something gave way.

For some reason my erection had returned with a vengeance after being totally eliminated by my previous efforts to administer the enema. I homed in on her hairless twat and suddenly got the urge to shove my hard cock as far up that kiddie cunt as it could go. I reacted almost as if I was in a trance, first gripping her pointy hipbones for purchase and then bending to line my cock up with that bald snatch. Shirley stiffened and tried to move as she realized what I was intending to do. I was too strong for her and with a quick thrust of my hips I forced my stiff weapon past her outer defenses and bored deep into her surprisingly tight cunt. She gave a sharp gasp and once more tried to escape me. I pulled back until only the head was parting her cunt lips, and then drilled her once more, my belly slapping loudly against her shrunken asscheeks.

On the next thrust Shirley went with the flow, so to speak, and then pushed back as I withdrew about half of my hard dick. That was all I needed to turn me into a fuck-crazed maniac. I slammed her silly, ignoring any protests she made. I drilled her with long, slow strokes, then hammered her with short powerful jabs that made her grunt with each blow she took. All the while her bowels were being filled to their limit and beyond once the fizzing powder began to expand and cause her churning guts to twist into knots of pain. I just kept on trying to touch bottom in her hot, wet fuck tube, oblivious to her discomfort. My cock lasted longer than the contents of the enema bag, much longer. I punished her cunt mercilessly as she cramped and writhed in agony. By the time I finally dumped what felt like a month's worth of cum from my churning balls into her form fitting fuck channel, her legs were shaking so hard she could barely stand and her pitifully thin body was covered with sweat.

I got her into the tub and managed to figure out which bulb to squeeze and what tube to yank while she hopped from one foot to the other, her bulging belly gently bobbing up and down. For some odd reason my cock started to revive and the urge to fuck her brains out once more began to surface. Watching her void didn't do much for me. She squatted and grunted as a stream of bluish fluid shot from her asshole and splattered against the sides of the tub. Without thinking I turned on the shower and a torrent of cold water poured down on her. Shirley sputtered and shook her head, as she was quickly drenched from head to foot, all the while voiding the enormous enema I had given her.

By the time she squeezed the last drops from her roiling bowels she looked like a super-sized, very wet ten-year-old girl. That odd feeling and my erection returned at about the same time. I had the overwhelming urge to nail this wet little girl in the worst possible way. Toweling her off only got me harder. I found myself grinding the damp towel up and down her hairless crotch, watching her pink insides winking at me as her lips were roughly dragged apart over and over by my mindless rubbing. “ Get out of that tub, I want to fuck that asshole until it bleeds. Now get moving before I do you right on the god damned floor here!” Shirley must have known from the way my voice was quivering that I wasn't kidding. It was time for her tight little asshole to get reamed big time, and there was no way to avoid it.

Back in the bedroom I put Shirley on her back and straddled the skinny stick chick, deciding that I needed a little boost from her suctioning mouth before rolling her over and doing the nasty to that tight asshole. Glancing down on her crepe-sized tits I noticed that her nipples were like two pencil erasers, a sure sign that she was really into what was happening. This just made me more excited about getting the show on the road. Shirley glared up at me and cursed, “ You miserable bastard. You prick! I trusted you and this is what I get!” I grinned down at her stiff nipples that contradicted what was coming from her mouth and silenced her with my hard tool. There was no resistance, her lips parted and she began to nurse like she was a feeding baby.

For a skinny chick who had been through a lot in the last hour or so, she put up a good struggle when I spread her cheeks and pressed the head of my saliva coated cock against that brown starfish guarding her back hole. Being hobbled hindered her somewhat and after I gave her flat behind a half dozen or so hard swats, she stopped struggling enough for me to get the head of my cock past that tough muscle. She began to curse me once more and her curses grew in volume and became more creative as I pushed deeper into that very warm, and very tight channel. I was beginning to consider gagging her when her cries changed dramatically.

“ Oh baby, oh baby, I really feel you!….. Oh wow, that hurts, that hurts…….. Damn that hurts!…… Oh shit, keep going, I can take it, hurt me some more, make it hurt some more!… I want the pain!….. Hurt me you prick, hurt me!” Shirley chanted as I plugged her fully and then began my effort to gain a better foothold, or was it a dickhold, inside her. Guided by the volume and cadence of her chanting my cock took control of her anal passage. Now the assault on her tender asshole had achieved the objective; resistance collapsed and her surrender was total and without any conditions. It was a Kodak moment and then some for yours truly. As I skewered her with forceful strokes, enjoying her grunts and the way her tight asshole seemed to clench harder at every down stroke, the line from a science fiction show I used to watch popped into my mind. “Resistance is futile, you must be assimilated” began to run around my head. Damn, being the Borg was a good thing!

Later on after Shirley had dragged her well-fucked ass out of my apartment, promising retribution for all the terrible things I'd done to her, I showered, noticing that the enema bag and all its crazy attachments was still hanging on the rod. When I finished cleaning up the mess that we'd made in the bedroom I came across a couple of coils of rope neatly stowed under the bed. It had been a great day and the future looked even better.

(To be continued)