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The Atonement
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Author's note: This is part three of a five part series. To fully understand
the story, you should read parts 1 & 2 first. This story contains sexually
explicit scenes and language tha t may be offensive to some people.
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 acco mplish 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 h oped, 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 standa rds 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 mi nd 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 th e 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 yo ur 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 pict ures 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 almo st 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 thi ng?" 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 anyth ing 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 fac e 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 shud dered 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 a nnoyed 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 look ed 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. D id 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, Barba ra, 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 matt ered 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 ha ndy.
"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, Y OU 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.
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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, e arly 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 f
ace 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 among st 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 i n 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 wh imsy 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 word s 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 wa nt 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 l icking 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 Bar bara 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 st rap 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 sh ame, 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 ano ther 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 g oing 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 se x 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 h is 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 he r 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 ob viously 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 t hen 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 la mp 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 havin g 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 cont inued 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 meaningf ul 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 han d 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 be en 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 kneele d 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 he ad 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 v ibrator 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 unc ontrollably 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 othe r 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 he ad 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. Be fore 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. Subse quent 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 form ing 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 cro tch, 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 be gan 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 sl ave. 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 a nd 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 o ccasionally 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 mo ving 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 perform ed 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 l east 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 an d
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 ti me 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 eye s 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 stretch ing 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 considerab ly. 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 lu bricate 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 d own 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 an d 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 n ipples 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 s queezing 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 hys teria 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 Chery
l'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 fort h.
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 quickl y.
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 convin ced 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 sh e 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 wou ld 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
equipm ent, 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 he ad 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 relie f.
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 crot ch. 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 wit h 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 bri efly 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 he ad, 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 steppe d 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 w hipping 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 pa in 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 weigh ts 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 an d 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 e ven 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 ha d 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 t o 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 house work, 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 look ed 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. On ce
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. "T wo, 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 hers elf. 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 wou ld 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 ope n 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 lar ge, 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 pla te shaped like a
dog bone. Barbara flicked it over and noticed the engraving. It read:
My name is
Barbara
I belong to
Cheryl
###-####
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 B arbara 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 thr ee 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 un controllably.
"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 s hopping 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 a vailable. 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 g et 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 jum p 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. D on'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 h er. 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, Ba rbara."
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 t
hrough 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 coa t 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 wante d 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 divu lge 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 yours. 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, John. I'll do anything for you." She whispered.
That night, after Barbara had showered and cleaned herself up and gone
to bed, they had sex. GREAT SEX! Barbara had finally gotten the relief she
had craved earlier. As she slept, she dreamt of Cheryl.
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Coming next: "The Outing"
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