1 comments/ 15239 views/ 3 favorites Jenna's Journey By: pie106 Chapter One I was partially awakened by the light pounding on my back and the sensation of something rubbing between my legs. It was an occurrence that had happened so many times before. My pig of a husband partially awake with a boner, was using my thighs to relieve his distress. My tears over the situation had long since dried up. I was just putting up with his self centered actions, till I could find a way out, or it got better. I would spend another night with a sticky mess between my legs as I try to fitfully fall back to sleep. In the morning was the same routine. My alarm went off for work, at 6:00 am, as I drag myself out of the now crusty sheets. I look in the bathroom mirror "am I some doormat ,for that sleeping jackass in the next room?" I whisper. I am not an unattractive woman. My silky brown hair dances down my shoulders, and my eyes of green were like jade, I have be told. The firm full figure I saw in the mirror was not supermodel skinny, but I have noticed many men noticing me. I could easily attract another man. One that would treat me right and attend to my needs as well. The marriage vows that I agreed to three years ago though, were a road block to that direction. My fears now that he was just along for the ride were being fulfilled night by damnable night. The office was a buzz of activity that morning as always. Other women there were used to seeing my sad looks as I took my place in the small office. My job, as an accountant, paid well, but I was still in the lower tier in this company. I spotted Simone in the copy room and greeted her sullenly, "morning Simone." "Hi Jenna, why the long face?" She knew the answer already. "My porcine husband slimed me again last night," I responded crudely. "Why don't you leave that asshole and find a decent man?, she asked. "Why don't you make him be a decent man?" we heard a third party speak in a light Russian accent. Simone and I spun around to see our recently appointed boss addressing our conversation. The woman before us was tall, at least 5'10". Her blonde hair tightly packed into a round bun on the back of her head. At thirty five she was still an extremely attractive woman. Her steel blue eyes, said," I don't take shit from anybody." She was known company wide for that trait alone. The dark gray business, suit was form fitting yet all business. "Why are you ladies discussing personal problems on my time?" she coolly said. "Jenna, why do take such sheet off a man for?" she added in her Russian voice. "Sorry, Mrs. Kovig." Simone and I spoke at the same time. "Simone, get back to work, Jenna come to my office, "Mrs. Kovig commanded. A feeling of dread came over me as my boss sharply turned on her spiked heel, and I followed her like a whipped puppy. "Close the door, Jenna," Mrs. Kovig ordered. "I can't have my people being dragged down at work by problems at home," she stated. "We have to remedy your situation," she exclaimed. "Tell me about your husband," Mrs. Kovig asked. Shamefully and with tears I said, "he lost his job by looking at porn while working. He messes up the house. Every thing he does is for himself with no regards for my feelings. I am so sick of that man I could scream!" "Tell me everything," Mrs. Kovig demanded. My face flushed red and I spoke grimly," he just uses my body to get himself off with out any regard to my needs." "This man is a peeg and peegs need to be dealt with accordingly," she retorted. "You and I will leave work at noon today. We will have lunch at my house, and I will show you what needs to be done," Mrs. Kovig proclaimed. I was incredulous at the morning's events and wondered the rest of the morning, what was in store for me. At noon I shut my office door, as I stepped out, Mrs. Kovig came around the corner. "Come with me, we will take my car to lunch," she stated. I replied, "Yes, Ma'am" "No need to be so formal, Jenna, we are both of the superior gender, call me Natasha," she said as her spiked heels clicked down the hall. Natasha's home was in a close in suburb on the same side of town where I lived . The house was very trim and neat with a stone front and two grand bay windows. When we stepped out of the car and walked to the door, we were greeted promptly by a young man no more than 24. Natasha kissed him on the cheek as we entered and told him,"Randall, fetch us some scotch and ice while you prepare lunch for us." I thought to myself,"who is this good looking young man, is he a servant or a butler of some sort?" My mind came back as I was handed a glass of ice,"say when Ma'am," Randall spoke for the first time in a strangely high voice. The fragrant liquor spilled into the ice and I quickly said,"when." " I am not too much of a drinker, Natasha," I said. "I find that a little good whiskey puts you in a more relaxed state," Natasha said. "Randall, remove Mrs. Barker's shoes and rub her feet to relax her," she added. I started to protest and my Boss held her index finger up to her pursed lips. "You are stressed and in need of relaxation," She declared. With that I sat back and sipped my scotch as Randall started his task. Russell had never rubbed my feet like this, it was relaxing and sensual at the same time. "Jenna, this is one of the things that a man should be doing for his wife," she explained. "There are many things you need to know, to re train your miscreant husband ,and I will teach you, if you want to learn,"she emphaticly stated. After a light lunch, Randall cleared the dishes while Natasha and I retired to the library. There were two high back chairs and an ottoman in the center of the room. We sat down and Randall soon came into the room, I looked around for another chair but none was to be had. I started to rise up out of mine and Natasha said,"He won't need a chair." I sunk back down into it and smiled pleasantly. "Randall, bring me a crop and a strap,then remove your pants and shorts," Natasha commanded coolly. I looked over at my boss with a look of bewilderment and embarrassment. "Jenna, just observe and see how a man learns to please his superior gender," she explained. My thoughts ran wild,"what kind of a kinky place is this?" "What is this crazy Russian bitch going to do next?" I pondered. Taking another gulp of the Scotch, I waited to see what unfolded. Randall went to a nearby cupboard and retrieved a leather strap of some sort and what appeared to be a riding crop. He came over to Natasha, and bowed as he handed her the items. Without any embarrassment he removed his pants and under shorts. To my total surprise at this point he displayed an approximate 9" penis that was mostly erect. "Don't be shy, Jenna, admire it, touch it if you like,"she cooed. I pulled my hands to my lap, but I could not take my eyes off of the magnificent member. "Lie down, Randall," she ordered. He laid across the ottoman with his face to the floor and his smooth round ass high in the air. There seemed to be evidence of previous encounters with the two implements my Boss held in her hand. The faded remains of bruises were still there. Natasha, lifted the strap, then brought it down on his cheeks with a "slaapp" sound. He said nothing. Again, she raised and swung it hard down on his posterior. The skin was starting to turn red and Randall was making some low moans now as each blow dropped. I was stunned at the unusual chain of events to this point. The last time I saw anyone punished like this was years ago. My kid brother was caught peeping on me in the shower. I was sixteen at the time. My Mother told me to watch as she spanked my lewd brother with a belt. I did not remember the sensuous feelings that I was experiencing now however. The smell of the oiled leather strap and the low moans of pain had awakened in me a new emotion. I was unsettled by the feelings and did not know weather to enjoy them or hide them. Natasha turned to me and said,"don't feel empathy for him, let the sensuousness of the things you feel envelope you." I was able to, with help from the scotch, then she offered me the strap. I looked into Natasha's eyes and dared not reject her. The presence of power and control radiated from her like the rays of the sun. In my trembling hand I accepted the device and held it up for closer inspection. "Strap him on his ass, Jenna,"Natasha commanded me. Again, in her cold eyes, I could see no variance to her order. I lifted the strap up higher and brought it down on Randall's butt. It made a kerwhack sound when it landed, followed by a low cry from his mouth. I managed a faint smile and I looked again at my Mentor. Natasha nodded and I brought the instrument of suffering down hard again on his willing buttocks. "Slow and rhythmic, Jenna, "Natasha insisted. I found my self with a feeling of power and strength that was exhilarating to me. Soon Natasha handed me the riding crop to spank the man with. "Whip him hard Jenna, he will be rewarded for his suffering soon. I am teaching you skills that will change your life, so be aggressive and let him feel your wrath," Natasha remarked. The whip was raising more red and purple welts on his unprotected behind, and I again felt compassion for him. The look on my face must have revealed my pity. A stern look from Natasha goaded me to continue the whipping. After a brief time the feelings of power over shadowed any compassion I had for the man. The moisture accumulating in my panties was proof of my enthusiasm. Finally, Natasha said for me to stop. I found myself quite aroused from the session and Natasha perceived the feeling in me."Jenna, please remove your underwear," Natasha requested. I looked incredulously at her and she repeated her command. Red faced and unsure of her motives I complied with her command. Pulling the undies down from under my skirt I held them in my hand, too stunned to know what to do next. Natasha put the panties over Randall's head so that his eyes were covered. "Please sit down on the chair dear and scoot yourself so your pussy is just at the edge of the seat,"she ordered. If the scotch had not done it's duty, I would have refused. But I was intrigued and horny in addition, so I complied. She placed the ottoman close up in front of my chair so the two were touching. Randall then put his chest onto the ottoman and his lips were only an inch from my holy temple. His breath on my snatch was both sensuous and terrifying. "Randall is going to show you how a woman deserves to be pleasured, Natasha explained. I was embarrassed to be in the position ,but was yearning inside for the pleasure. Randall slowly kisses the insides of my thighs from the knees to within reach of my puss. He would then start over with the other thigh. My pulse was pounding and my anticipation rising as he at last flicked his tongue on the very edge of a labia. Electric impulses rippled over my skin as he continued his soft caresses. Natasha lifted my feet up to rest on his back so my opening was more accessible. My breathing turned labored and I moaned in delight at the attention he provided. His mouth soon enveloped my slit as he suckled and released in cycles. The tongue that was exploring my body made it's way into my inner sanctum and I gasped at the feeling of it. The delightful organ entered and exited my temple over and over as the intensity grew. The clit that had been in hiding for so long, grew firm and erect. Randall soon found it and caressed it till I exploded into fits of passion. The waves of ecstasy washed over me as his tonguing continued. I was cast away into a flood of continuous orgasm for it seems like hours My lungs were fighting for breath, when finally Natasha gently pulled his head away. She put her hand on my shoulder with a squeeze. Laying back in the chair for several minutes, I was trying to regain some composure. I could barely breath and could not speak for that length of time. Natasha had placed a towel under my ass to try and catch the drippings of my release."Are you OK?" Natasha asked giving me a small slap to my face. I looked at her with glazed eyes, and gulped, "Yea ,yes, I'm OK." I tried to stand up, but my legs were like rubber. So, I sat down again with a plop into the chair. Natasha said," I thought we had lost you for a minute there, Jenna." "I think you did, for a minute or so," I replied grinning broadly. I fixed my skirt and saw that it was soaked with my juices. Natasha helped me into a robe then slid my skirt off and handed it with my panties to Randall. "He will wash and dry your clothes to be done in about ninety minutes ," she explained. "How do you feel Jenna?" Natasha inquired. " I never imagined anything could feel that incredible, " I responded. "How long has it been since your last orgasm?" She asked. " With a battery operated device or a real man?" I queried. "I think you know which one, Jenna," she implied. "How about never," I said stone faced. Natasha looked aghast and said," Jenna you are a beautiful smart woman and deserve the very best." "If you want to make a drastic change in your husband then I am willing to work with you to make it happen, she added. "We need to build your confidence and aggressiveness," Natasha insisted. "You're right Boss, if you are willing to help then I can surely do my part,"I said. Randall was standing by, still naked and erect. "He is waiting for his reward, You can help me with that while your clothes are drying," Natasha said. "I need a reheat Ma'am,"blurted out Randall. I gave Natasha a puzzled look and she gave me her answer. "He needs to be spanked again to restore his adrenalin level, this triples the potency of orgasm," Natasha explained. "You may want to try it yourself some time," she added. " I might have to work up a little more courage for that," I replied. Randall picked up the strap and handed it to me, then took up his position again on the ottoman. I whacked his ass methodically and with enthusiasm this time. He was soon a bright red and hot to the touch. Natasha motioned that I was to stop. "Would you like to return to him some of the pleasure that he bestowed upon you?" Natasha asked. "Part of being a good dominate woman is to properly reward, as well as punish," She reminded me. "OK," I answered. Natasha instructed me that a hand job would fulfill the requirement and that she would help. I was to slowly stroke his hard cock while she massaged and squeezed his balls. "This thing is huge, Natasha," I remarked. "He is on a strict regimen of diet and penis exercises to keep it large," she confessed. Randall seemed to appreciate the attentions of two women and was soon moaning his way to ecstasy. I was a little anxious, and was stroking too fast. Natasha instructed me to slow down and make him wait for release."The waiting increases the final results," she insisted. She would alternately pull, squeeze and release his nut sack. The resulting pressure finally broke through and he spurted his love juice high into the air. I was grateful that it missed my hair. While Randall went to clean up , Natasha and I talked some more. I asked her," how did you come into so much knowledge about these things." She confided," I have been through too many men in my life and wanted to help other women with marriage problems." She went on to explain that men wanted lots of sex and preferably with many different women. Men are born with an instinct for reproducing. "They can't help themselves," she declared. "If a woman takes control of her husbands sexual habits, she can make herself and him much happier," said Natasha. "First, he needs to be punished so he will know who the boss is. Next, he must learn to please his wife. After that he can earn the right to pleasure other trusted people that the dominant woman approves of. Randall has pleasured many women, like he has you here today,"Natasha stated. "But isn't that like cheating?" I asked. " No, because I approve the action and it is always carried out in my presence," she insisted. "What would you do if he went behind your back?" I quizzed. "First, he won't, because I make sure that he gets all the sex he can handle. He also knows that if he would, I would castrate him and sell him as a eunuch slave to some Arabian sultan," she said emphatically. I laughed and she didn't. "I have connections and can make it happen if your peeg husband will not cooperate," she said. My face went pale for a minute. With that awkward moment, Randall returned with my clothes and I slipped them back on."I will drop you at home tonight and pick you up in the morning," she stated. "That way you can pickup your car at work tomorrow," Natasha added. As I walked in the door, there was my husband on the couch, watching TV and munching on chips. "What's for dinner, Hon," he asked. "Tongue," I retorted. With a puzzled look on his face he just turned and continued watching his TV show. I went to the kitchen to throw some boxed mac and cheese on the stove. "He could have easily done this himself," I fumed in my thoughts. My mind was aflame with the events of the day. If I could make Russell into an obedient sex slave like Randall, I think I could have some happiness in life. I didn't want to break my wedding vows and kick him out, even though he really deserved it. I determined that night that Natasha could help turn my life and Russell's around. Maybe the crazy Russian bitch queen had the right ideas. At work, Natasha asked me to make up a list of things that we needed to correct in Russell. I was to have it done and ready for our next meeting on Wednesday. I was a little concerned that I would get behind on my work, but Natasha set my situation as a priority. So, I started work on the list. My thoughts kept wandering back to the total pleasure fest that I had experienced at Natasha's place. I was still trying to wrap my brain around her ideas of control, pleasure and fulfillment. I had not really experienced any of those things in my life. Now that I have had a taste, I wanted more. Being raised in a church, married in a church and a fairly regular attender, I was struggling with these new ways. I had a lot of sorting out to do. Russell was getting a little suspicious. I was pushing back and not taking his shit as often. He asked me," are you was having a period or something?" I told him,"no, have you looked for a job today?" He would saunter away and ignore me again. Wednesday, was the day that I was to return to Natasha's house for more training. We arrived in much the same circumstances. During lunch I discussed my concern that I felt as though I was cheating on my husband by allowing her husband to pleasure me as he did before. Natasha explained," Have you ever been to the gynecologist, Jenna?" I replied, "Sure." "Did you spread your legs for another man to see and touch your most private of spaces?" she inquired. "Why, yes, of course." I said. "Why did you go there?" Natasha asked. "I would go either to keep from getting sick or to fix an existing problem," I explained. "Jenna, you have a real problem with your marriage and your well being. With Randall's help we can fix that problem and head off new problems also. Once you are confidant and Russell learns what his role is, the two of you can fulfill each others needs, if that's what you want." Natasha implored. I was beginning to understand her logic and was feeling better about the situation. "Jenna, would you like to try being spanked today?" Natasha asked me bluntly. I stuttered a little and finally answered,"Mm maybe?" "Why don't we start out slow, today, I will use the strap and administer both light and hard strokes. That way you know how it feels when you get to the point of punishing your husband. It's important so that you don't under or over stimulate him." she said. Jenna's Journey Natasha had me remove my clothes and bend over the ottoman in the same position Randall had taken the other day. The ottoman was red leather, very soft and comfortable. I was extremely nervous how the spanking would feel though. Natasha raised the strap and brought it down lightly on my buttocks. "Jenna, I want you to say a number between one and ten after each stroke. This will be an indicator of the amount of pain you feel. OK?" Natasha asked. "Sure, that was a one," I replied. Natasha brought down another, much harder now. "Six," I cried. She was very careful to allow me time to feel the burn of each smack and be ready for the next. Natasha also adjusted her power according to my number. She would give me a series of threes and then an occasional seven or eight. The accumulated burn of the erotic spanking was really quite pleasant. I found that after a while my lust for sexual gratification was blazing as well as my ass. My mentor realized my state and helped me up to a reclining chair. This chair was not here on Monday and it was different from the high back of my earlier visit. This one was a little higher off the floor and it reclined at about a forty five degree angle. There was no foot rest like a regular recliner and my rear end was raised. There was no place to put my feet. Natasha soon fixed that problem by placing the ottoman, and Randall there to place my feet on his back. He was waiting patiently for me to open to him and began the slow teasing kisses and sucks that he performed on me Monday. While he was busy on my lower parts, Natasha came up to me with some type of clamps. "Jenna, I am going to clamp your nipples with these. They will supply a mild to medium pain level to help stimulate you to a magnificent orgasm," she explained. I just nodded my head as she attached the devices to my pouting nips. The sensation was mild at first, but grew to a steady dull pain. As Randall moved to my snatch the combination of the pleasure from him, the fire of my burning ass and nipple clamps threw my body into spasms of orgasm. He continued to attack my hole with vigorous licking and sucking. The clamps on my titties were squeezing and crimping. At long last the string of orgasms melded into one continuous scream of extreme pleasure and pain. Natasha instructed Randall to stop, that I had enough, and I had. A few minutes of long deep breaths and I found my way back to earth. Natasha wrapped me in a robe and I walked around the room to regain my balance. "Well, how do you like the spanking idea now?"inquired Natasha. "I think I am warming up to it," I replied giggling. "Jenna, you need to spank and reward your playmate," She reminded me. "Strip, Randall, and be quick about it,"I commanded. Several strokes were landed on his ass by my hand, with the strap that I had just enjoyed. "Use the cane on him, Jenna,you need the experience in a more severe discipline also," Natasha encouraged. The cane left several purple welts by the time I was done. I commanded Him sit in the reclining chair that I had just been in. Natasha instructed me to reward him by myself this time. So, I knelt down beside him and circled my thumb and forefinger around the base of his ball sack. My hand closed in and pulled his testicles down away from his body gently. In my other hand I grasped his hard cock and pulled it to my lips. I licked around the head of it like you would an ice cream cone. Next I kissed the opening in the top of his penis. Then I slowly licked the sides of the shaft. My lips went back to the head of the snake and sucked it in. I took in as much of the nine inch beast as I could with out choking. Finally, holding the foreskin down I bobbed up and down on his organ. Sucking on his cock, while my hand was alternately squeezing and releasing his balls. I felt him tense as if ready to spurt, I pulled down his balls and ceased the sucking. Repeating this cycle for several minutes, he soon was begging for sweet release. Natasha nodded her approval and I redoubled my efforts to his completion. His back arched as he spurted his seed into my mouth. Running my forefinger up his urethra, I sucked down every drop. Natasha was pleased by my performance and Randall was grateful. Thanks to the book Natasha had given me on cock sucking, my skills blossomed quickly. I had never swallowed before and it was not as bad as I had expected. After his explosion of semen, Randall's pecker went down as expected. Natasha then introduced me to a new toy. She installed a ring around Randall's nut sack and then attached a sheath of sorts onto his flaccid pecker. The two pieces locked together with a small yet strong padlock. Natasha said," Remove it and then reattach it Jenna." I did as she said and Randall was locked into chastity. "We will surely have to lock Russell up like this to keep him from wanking off," Natasha said. She then explained why it needed to be done. "You can whip a man to teach him who's boss and to keep him in line. However, a man needs to save his sexual energy to please his wife. If he is not horny, he will be lazy and obstinate when it comes to satisfying your needs," Natasha explained. "You hold the key to your own happiness and his too," she smiled, holding up the key to the lock. "Saturday is the day, Jenna," Natasha said. "I will feign needing to talk to him about some insurance papers while you are out shopping. Let him know that I am coming so he will answer the door. I will wear a sexy outfit to ensure that he wants me to stay," she grinned wickedly. I laughed and said, "we need to whip that habit out of him." "We will, Jenna, we will," Natasha assured me. Chapter Two My husband Russell was surprised when a 30 something sexy blonde arrived at our door about ten AM on Saturday. Natasha introduced herself and Russ welcomed her in. She pulled some papers out from her case and began to quiz Russell, " Can you make some decisions about this health plan?" "I think so," answered Russ. "These are important things that require some balls to answer correctly," she explained. Russ nodded in agreement. "Do you have some balls, Mr. Barker?" she asked cocking her head to one side slightly. "Yeah, of course," he replied. "Show me,"Natasha said with a snarl. Russell had a blank look on his face and was unsure of how to reply. "Are you shy?" Natasha asked. "Hasn't an attractive woman ever asked you to remove your pants before?" She chided. "Not recently," he replied. "Do you like tits, Mr. Barker, would you like to see mine?" she asked as she opened her jacket. His jaw dropped and he nodded his head . "I have voracious sexual appetites, Mr. Barker," she explained. "Perhaps a little cooperation on your part would go far in career advancement for Jenna," Natasha added ,drilling her steel blue eyes into his. The Russian vixen began unbuttoning her blouse, exposing two firm and large breasts. Russell was speechless as Natasha guided him to the bedroom. With a briefcase in one hand and Russell in the other they retired to where he thought he was in for a treat. He was under the impression that I would be gone till one o'clock, giving him three hours to be with this blonde goddess. Natasha had her blouse off and Russell had his pants off before they even made it to the bedroom. The sight of the large tits restrained by a black lace bra made my husband's balls ache with desire. Before Russell got to place his cheating lips between her mounds,however, the tables turned. Natasha reached into her briefcase and retrieved a ready stun-gun. Before he knew what hit him, she placed the device under his armpit and knocked him senseless for a couple of minutes. That was long enough to secure him spread eagle on the bed with the leather restraints, she had brought along for this purpose. Naked with his ass in the air, he was in no position to demand answers. "You like to play, and I like to play rough," hissed Natasha. About then I stormed into the room, "Whats going on in here Russell?" I asked. He just sputtered and muttered unintelligible words. Then I spoke up, "Let me tell you whats going on Russell." "You, have been an asshole to me for most of our marriage. You don't work ,you don't clean up. You use my legs to jerk yourself off at night with out any thought to my needs." Russell started to speak and Natasha with cane ready whacked him hard on the ass. He yelped out in pain like a whipped puppy, but soon shut up as she raised it again. "You are going to change and our marriage is going to change," I demanded. "You will submit to my authority or you will pack up your shit today and leave," I explained. "From, now, on ,you will be punished for bad behavior, and today you will pay for all the past sins in our marriage," I reiterated. "Will you submit to punishment and a training regimen from mainly myself, but with Natasha's help also?" I asked. "Whats in it for me?" Russell quizzed. "You will get more sex and better sex than you have ever dreamed about. Plus we will have a happy and healthy marriage where we can love and respect each other," I stated lovingly. "So, it's this or I'm out, hum mm, you are right, there are a lot of things I need to change," he admitted. I was afraid he may give in too easily just to avoid his predicament. "I'm in, is this going to be painful?" he asked. "Excruciating," Natasha chimed in grinning. I raised the strap and reddened his ass and upper thighs well. Natasha reached down to squeeze his penis on occasion to give him a small hope of reward at the end. The cane was the thing that made him scream out in agony. By the time I laid three across him, I was afraid I would alarm the neighbors. Natasha calmly removed her skirt and panties and stuffed the later in Russell's astonished mouth. I could see the large wet spot in the gusset as she pulled them off. Natasha was obviously enjoying the festivities. "I want him to eat my pussy today," Natasha whispered to me."He needs to practice on a woman who knows how it's done. I will see what he does wrong today and you can train him. I will then test his skill again in a few weeks, to make sure there is progress made," she added. Russ was grateful for the brief respite, but I soon continued his caning with vigor. Russell's cries ,though muffled by Natasha's Victoria's Secrets, were still quite loud. I was beginning to feel empathy for my helpless husband. Natasha must have sensed it in me and said," Give him at least five more, Jenna," I nodded in agreement and completed my task. Russell's at one time pale white ass was now a patchwork of red stripes, purple blotches and angry welts. I removed the panties from his mouth. When he could speak I asked him,"would you like the punishment to be over dear?" "Yes, please,Dear God let it be over," he choked out the words. "Are you going to cooperate with us and obey?" I queried. "Yes, please, I will obey you from now on," he pleaded. "Are you ready for a reward now Russ?" I asked gleefully. "Yes," he replied. "What is it,Jenna?" he added. Natasha and I rubbed soothing ointment on his sore ass,and released him from his bonds to turn him on his back. Natasha had the stun-gun ready in case he tried to escape our clutches. I started slowly rubbing his pecker and his balls as Natasha climbed up to straddle his face. "You are going to pleasure me with your tongue, Russell," she ordered. "You will do your best tonight, then you will practice on your wife till you get it right," she demanded. Natasha coached him as he started in very clumsily. Soon he was doing better and Natasha was moaning in rapture. After a few minutes, I began to lick and stroke his cock and balls just the way I had learned. With alternately sucking, licking and stroking, he was shortly moaning into Natasha's open hole. I wrapped my thumb and forefinger around the base of his nut sack and squeezed then released his testicles in rhythm with my cock sucking. I held him back till Natasha had climaxed at least three times. She then turned her head and nodded to me, our little signal to go ahead. I was touched by the closeness I was feeling to Russell now. I hoped he would continue his cooperation so we could have gratifying sex the rest of our marriage. My mouth moved in for the final few strokes and his love juices soon squirted into my mouth. It went down my gullet like honey as my hopes for a good marriage were rekindled today. Natasha climbed down and said," he has a lot to learn, Jenna, I have a book I will leave for him to study." Russell was nearly paralyzed. His brain, going in circles tried to process all the sensations and feelings he had just experienced. "Are you all right dear?" I asked. "Yeah, just give me a minute," he breathed heavily. My Mentor still stark naked, pulled the contract from her briefcase. She handed it to him and said he needed to sign it. "Russ, you can have this kind of sex and better, or you can have fond memories of this night, what will it be?" she coaxed. He grabbed the paper and pen, then scribbled his name at the bottom. To me it was like the surrender to end a long and bitter war. Natasha and I went over the contract line by line so he knew what he was in for. Russ apologized for his behavior and said he really wanted to make it up to me. My suspicious boss however was not convinced of his intentions. "You go back on your word and I will hunt you down and cook your testicles," she said while holding up the stun gun to make it spark and crackle. Russell grinned nervously and replied," I won't disappoint you, either of you." Natasha left by 1:00 so Russell and I talked like we had not talked in years. I think he really was sorry for his past behavior. He started off right, by making me dinner. OK, it was boxed mac and cheese with lettuce salad, but it's a start. Russell even pulled the chair out for me to sit down. He started eating standing up. I asked him," aren't you going to sit down dear?" giggling uncontrollably. On the way to bed we held each other and kissed. He said, "I am sorry and I will look for a job on Monday." "I am not the same woman, I was before,"I said. "The way I let you run over me was ruining our marriage, so I am partially to blame also," I confessed. "I think that you, my husband are going to need a lot of correction, as we rebuild this marriage, but right now I think we both need some loving sex," I said as I looked passionately in his eyes. Our clothes flew off as we made the last few steps to our bedroom. He kissed me deeply and open mouthed. My hand found his body and I ran it down to squeeze his wounded ass. One firm loving feel and I moved to his already stiffening male member. Exploring his shaft with a single finger I slowly moved down further and cupped his nuts in my hand. I bounced them up and down and loved the velvety smooth feel to my palm and fingers. I felt the ooze from his penis run down dripping to my hand and belly. The pair of us were getting dizzy with excitement and fell on to our waiting bed of passion. His hand cupped my right breast and then he gently pinched my nipple, all the while kissing me into a frenzy. Slowly and methodically he moved his kissing lips down to my left breast and sucked till I moaned in pleasure. After several lascivious minutes at my nipples he moved lower, on an expedition to the "promised land". On the way down my stomach his lips and tongue further ignited my desire. His hot breath was fluttering through my pubic s and gently wafting past my open legs. I spread further for him as he kissed my pussy. I swooned as his tongue came out to caress my most private of places. Pulling my legs up some as his licking increased, till my loins soon exploded in pleasure. The indulgence continued as Russ for the first time in our marriage tried to please me. I found tears welling up in my eyes while my snatch was in the throes of desire. "Russell, Russell, fuck me now and fuck me hard," I demanded. His tongue reluctantly left it's den of pleasure and found the way back to my waiting mouth. Grasping his rigid shaft I guided it into my well lubed aperture. As Russell slid into me ,I groaned in delight as it hit bottom. The thrusts grew faster and I pulled my mouth from his. I found it hard to breath as I gulped in air like a diesel engine as it revs up to full speed. His balls were slapping my asshole as each stroke landed home. My hands were on his sore butt and pulling him into me as his body tensed and his load was released. We both had long sighs of release and just laid there for minutes exhausted. The sweetness of the fuck was so delicious that I wanted it over and over. For one of the first times in this marriage we had made love. Chapter Three Sunday morning was a beautiful day, and Russell even accompanied me to church. He had not been there for some time. Our wedding was the last time, as a matter of fact. Most of the regular attenders had assumed I was a widow, I'm sure. The hard wooden seats reminded Russ of his previous day's punishment. He squirmed in his pew like an eight year old school boy. I on the other hand had a satisfied smirk on me countenance. That afternoon I printed out a list of chores for Monday. Top of the list, apply for at least one job. Vacuuming and dusting needed attending too also. Instead of letting him lay asleep when I got up for work, he was up to fix us breakfast. Before I left I locked up his pecker in a chastity device that Natasha had left for me. He knew it was coming but protested. "Russell, I can't trust you yet to save your lust for me," I declared. Do your chores and when I get home, maybe we can take it off and see what comes up," I said grinning. Natasha came into my office and asked how well things were going. "We had a really nice weekend,"I said. "Be careful, and don't let him bull sheet you," Natasha said in her Russian accent. "Find some reason to punish him tonight and then a small reward. Make him lick your pussy, straddle his face to show dominance,"she added while walking out the door. My mind had gone soft some what after the lovemaking we shared on Saturday night. I determined that I needed to strengthen my resolve. I had let Russell run me over too long and it had to stop. My work had piled up while absent so much last week and the day went quickly by. Simone was curious about all the goings on also, so I had to fill her in. She nearly pissed herself at the thought of my husband tied up on a bed and me whipping him. She said, " I would love to get Albert into a position like that." "I think I need a love slave for a husband also,"she cooed. When I arrived home the house was neat and tidy. The clothes that Russell usually left strewn on the bathroom floor were in the hamper. Dinner was ready and we enjoyed a nice meal. Russell even did the dishes. He seemed nervous about something though. I found out what when I took some trash from my car to put in the dumpster. There was my white satin blouse wadded up in the trash. However, it was no longer white but a blotchy pink. I took the blouse and stormed into the house. Russell cowered as he saw my face and the blouse in my hand. "Go to the bedroom, strip down and lay with your ass in the air," I commanded. He jumped up and took off like a rabbit seeing a rottweiler. I kicked off my pumps and went to the kitchen for a glass of Zinfandel. I took my time to let him stew about the punishment he was about to receive. Slowly I entered the room with a glass of wine in one hand and a stiff leather strap in the other. As I stood beside the bed I asked," have I not informed you about mixing colors and whites in the laundry?" "Yes, but," he started to answer. I laid the strap hard across his cheeks, and he yelped in pain. Jenna's Journey "You will address me as Ma am or Mistress, Russell, It is a sign of respect,"I stated firmly. "Do you respect me, Russell?" I added. "Yes, yes Ma am,"he replied. "Now that we have that cleared up lets get back to our main problem. That was an eighty dollar blouse. You need to learn to follow instructions, Russell," I said. "Do you agree that you should be punished for this situation?" I queried. Russell swallowed hard and replied "Yes, Ma am." "Lift your butt in the air Russ," I commanded. He arched his back and bent his knees some to raise the target into position. My hand reached out and gently rubbed his marked behind, he quivered as I touched it. The purple welts had faded some from his first whipping . I knew that the strap would only add the color red to his skin, but the pain would be severe. I stepped back and raised the corrective device high in the air and brought it down fast. The kerwhack sound as the leather made contact with skin was a pleasant one to my ears. His moans of pain were added to the symphony as I continued to spank my naughty man. His cries grew louder so I stopped for a minute. Reaching up under my skirt, I pulled down my cotton panties. The gusset of which was already wet with my essence. Wadding them up, I pushed them gusset first into Russell's mouth. The look on his face was one of surprise, He thought the spanking was over, but I was just getting started. I was surprised by the amount of juices that had pooled in my undies. My sexual desire was rising from the activity but, I did not realize how intense those sensations were. After twenty or so more strokes to my husband's very sore ass,I removed the panties from his mouth. "Russell get up and remove my clothes, I ordered. With great care and tenderness he unbuttoned my blouse, and tugged it off. Unsnapping my skirt he pulled it down and braced me as he slid my legs out. His gaze held fast as my pubic patch met him at eye level. I heard a slight sniff as he sampled my aroma with his nose. Standing up his hands released my firm full breasts from their containers. "Lay down face up now Russell, I implored. Climbing up on the bed I positioned my wet slit above his mouth and lowered myself to his waiting tongue. Lapping up my wetness, he sucked in my juices like the eating of a ripe peach. I grabbed the head board and gently rocked my pussy into his face. He kissed and licked my sweet hole till my passions rose up to a climax of joy. His licking never ceased and another orgasm hit me like a tidal wave. Soon I could feel my opening widen as he stuck his tongue in deep as it would go. Thrusting in and out, he was fucking me with it. Some blissful minutes later he moved his main attentions to my clit, as he circled it to my delight. Waves of cumming were the result. I was pleased with Russell's attentions to my cunny with his lingus. I soon dismounted his face and laid down beside him. Catching my breath, I moved a hand to his cock. I had forgotten that the chastity device was still attached. The poor man's pecker was straining against the infernal thing and causing him much suffering. Still, I heard no complaints from my Hubby. Getting up from the bed I located the key to release the stiffening meat. When freed, the potent pecker sprang forth as a jack in the box. My lips gave brief homage to the glorious thing and then I started slowly stroking. It was very slow and teasing. Russell was wanting to come so badly, but I delayed his pleasure to make it build. Then I stopped and just kissed his stomach a few pecks. His cock twitched with anticipation and yearned to be enclosed in something warm and wet, not plastic. The hard male member's wish was granted as I rose up and impaled my self on the magnificent cock. I slowly bounced up and down sliding it in and out, while my titties bounced in unison. Russell reached up and cupped my breasts in his hands. His face was in rapture as his hands were full of my milk glands and his cock was being milked by my oscillating pussy. Soon his sperm flushed into my body as his body tensed and his sounds of pleasure filled the room. Natasha taught me a new trick. I slowly pulled off him and held my snatch closed. Then I made my way to his face again and lowered my my well buttered biscuit to his lips. "Clean up is part of your job now dear,"I said with and evil grin. He licked me clean and swallowed the thick liquid. Maybe since I did the same for him before, he felt more at ease about the nasty deed. As we laid talking I asked Russell," did you read your new book today honey?" "Yes Ma am,"he replied. "I could tell the difference in your technique," I said. "You did a really nice job," praising his performance. "You pleased me also by licking the jizz from me when we were done. I know it's a little nasty but, I have my reasons for wanting it done," I added. "It was like eating a raw oyster, it's an acquired taste, "Russell said. We kissed goodnight and slept soundly. A few days had past and I was pleased, coming home to a clean house and good sex was becoming routine. I would regret my complacency later, however. Russell came to me and expressed an interest in anal sex. "That is a whole new territory for me," I remarked. "How did you come up with that idea? I asked. "I just thought that it would be special," he replied. "You saw it on a porno website,didn't you Russ?" I sternly asked. "Yes, I did, sorry,"he said sheepishly. "I don't mind the porn that much, but your sexual energy belongs to me. You had better remember that Mister," I demanded. I was at a loss, to know the correct course of action. I decided to consult my Mentor, Natasha. While at work the next day I knocked on her door and peeked in. "Come een," Natasha greeted me as she stood up and hugged me. "I need your advice," I said. "Are you having trouble with Russ, I can straighten him out for you,"she replied. "Well, he asked me If he could screw me in the ass,"I blurted out. "You didn't let him, did you?" she snapped. "No, I told him that I would have to think it over," I said. "Good, that kid of thing is a huge reward that should only be given after certain requirements are met,"she added. Then she frowned, and asked me," Have you been locking up his cock while you are at work?" I replied shamefully,"No." "That's the problem, he is getting cocky and demanding now because you have neglected your duties," she said angrily. "I, I'm sorry, Natasha," I said in repentance. "He is also wanking off while you are working," she said. "No, he promised me,"I protested. "He is a peeg and he is jerking off when you are gone. His sexual appetites are strengthened by all the attention he now receives. He can't be trusted until he is fully submissive,"Natasha explained. "You will need to be punished for your neglect in this situation," she stated coolly as my jaw dropped to the floor. Mrs. Kovig called her secretary out side to hold all calls and appointments. She walked over to the door and locked the deadbolt. "Pull off your panties,lift up you skirt and bend over my desk," she ordered. Still, stunned, I slowly moved toward the desk as I reached for my panties. I did not dare disobey her. Natasha went over to a locked drawer in the side cupboard. She picked up a leather strap a cane and a small leather belt with a rubber ball in the middle. I trembled at the sight of the cane. I had experienced the strap before and it was not so bad. I had witnessed the devastation wreaked on bare skin by the cane. Both Randall and Russell had felt it's bite and now I resigned myself to the same fate. I prayed that I did not embarrass myself by crying out too loudly so people in the office could hear. "Open please,"Natasha said as she held the rubber ball device up to my mouth. I complied taking the ball in as she strapped the belt in place around my head. "I hate punishing another woman,"Natasha said. "But, I need you to remember not to be lax on your husband's training or all my work will be in vain,"she added. Natasha turn on a CD and increased the volume. The sounds of Russian dance music filled the office. I thought to myself, "to drown out my cries no doubt." Natasha lifted my skirt completely exposing my poor white ass cheeks. "You will get twenty five with the strap and ten with the cane,"she announced coldly. My heart sunk at the thought of the horrible pain I was about to encounter. My trust was still in my stern boss though and I determined to endure it. I figured that if I walked out I would be loosing my job at the same time. She brought back the strap and whacked my waiting behind soundly. It started to burn as the strokes kept coming. I counted in my mind to keep from allowing the pain to encompass me. At fifteen my ass was bright red and felt as though to close to a raging flame. I continued counting twenty four, twenty five. The last smack was laid on, but the real torment was yet to be felt. Natasha gave me a brief respite and felt my ass with her hand. "Are you OK, Jenna?"she asked. I nodded my head in acknowledgment. Natasha noted the wetness of my pussy and said," I see the strap excites you Jenna. When your husband is properly trained, he can provide you with this type of stimulation, but not before," she said emphatically. "His devotion and submission must be without question, for this to happen," she added. My boss then picked up the cane and swished it around in the air a couple of times. Making a menacing whoosh as it cut trough the air. She took her stance for whipping me and let the cane fly across my red cheeks. As it hit my skin, every nerve in my body screamed, and so did I. The ball in my mouth muffed the sound so the whole office did not know what was being done in this room. The second hit, and an equally agonizing shock wave passed from my ass to my brain in an instant. I felt tears welling up in my eyes, as the third and fourth struck. My feet were now shifting and my legs were wanting to run. "Hold still Jenna or I will add strokes,"Natasha warned me. The remaining six came down somewhat lighter but, I was already in a near blackout state. Natasha must have had some pity in her cold heart after all. When the caning was done I just laid there with my well striped ass sticking out. Natasha got some ice from her refrigerator and rubbed it gently on my wounds. When my power of speech returned I said, "That is the most horrible pain I have ever had." "Yes, it is quite stimulating isn't it," she replied. "Have you ever been caned?" I asked. "Many times, Jenna, like I said, the one doing the punishing needs to know how it feels," she stated. I soon stood upright, holding my skirt up to allow the flow of air to my punished behind. "Lets talk about your original question now, Jenna," she remarked. "First, of all, do you think you would experience pleasure by this act that he wants to perform on you?" Natasha queried. "I'm not sure, have you ever?" I replied. "Yes, and it can be good under the right circumstances. Remember though that the one being screwed in the ass is the subservient person at that time," she emphatically said. "Keep that in mind as you consider this act," she warned. "He will need to earn such a privilege. If you just give it to him, he will not be grateful for it. If he has to earn the reward he will love and respect you so much more,"Natasha added. "Make him have a checklist of accomplishments to fulfill, before he earns his prize. "He should number one, find and keep a job. He should keep exemplary care of the house. He should request that you give him a severe punishment, and receive it. Lastly he needs to feel what it's like,"Natasha grinned widely. Out of the drawer, she pulled a leather harness type of thing and a large rubber dildo to attach to the harness. I gasped and covered my face with my hands as I saw the thing. "My word, Natasha, you want me fuck him in the ass with that?" I exclaimed in astonishment. My boss smiled evilly and nodded her head in the affirmative. "Use this on him 5 or 6 times, while he achieves the rest of his merits,"she said. "By the time he has his turn, you will have established your domination over him," she added. The picture was all coming together now for me, in my head. By establishing myself as his superior I am raising his level of respect for me. In turn, respect for myself is greatly increased also. "Natasha, you are truly a wise and respected woman," I said in praise. "Thank-you, but give yourself credit also. You choose to trust me and my somewhat extreme measures to make a better life for you and your husband. That in it self takes some big balls, so I salute you also, Jenna," she explained. With our meeting done and the day nearly over, my boss gave me the rest of the day off to tend to my tushy. I was grateful, but the stiff vinyl seats in my car did not help my condition. My arrival home was eventful. I was really pissed at Russ, I was sure that he had been jerking off against my wishes. Now I had a very sore ass for his selfishness. I was primed and ready to go off by the time I arrived home. As I stomped through the doorway, Russell was in the kitchen cleaning up some."Hi honey, why are you home early today?" he greeted me cheerfully. "Let me show you," I snapped. I unfastened my skirt and let it fall to the floor. My thumbs slipped into the waist band of my panties and slowly eased them past my welted ass. "See this, Russell?"I asked in an angry tone. "What happened Jenna?" he asked innocently. "You are the cause of this, I trusted you to not jerk off while I was at work. I have not been putting you in your chastity cage because I trusted you," I cried. "Who said I was jerking off?" Russell asked. I gave him a glaring look and said,"Natasha, she told me that you were definitely doing it." Russell's eyes danced around the room but, would not look at mine and replied, "that's not true,she is mistaken." I gave him another angry glance and said,"lets go see what the computer history says, shall we?" "No no, we don't need to do that," he protested. "If the history is clean then you will have proved your point," I sneered. I walked over to the computer to boot it up. Russell stood in my way. "Is there anything you would like to confess, Russell?" I queried. Cocking my head to one side. "Well, I ,I ," he stuttered. "Spit it out Russell, If you confess I will only punish you twice what I got. If I have to go get the evidence then I will cane you sixty strokes," I declared. Russell was very nervous and with good reason. He had been caught red handed so to speak and he knew his ass would soon match. "Alright, I did it, " he confessed. "I have found my self much more sexually aroused lately, and I found it easy to relieve the stress that way," he explained. My heart softened a bit, but I held my resolve. "Natasha said you would be that way, she is a very smart lady," I said. "However, if you and I want to make this marriage work, both sexually and every other way. I need you to hand me the keys to your sex drive," I exclaimed. "Do you understand?" I quizzed. "Sort of Jenna, it's just hard some times,"he said "That's the problem Russ," I retorted. We both laughed. "Look at this, Russ,"I said while pointing to my sore ass. "You, are going to pay for my ass looking like that," I coldly said. "Take off your clothes and go to the bedroom," I commanded him. "After that we can talk about this anal sex thing that you want to try so badly," I teased. I swear I saw his pecker jump, when I mentioned the forbidden act. I laid three large pillows in the middle of the bed and invited him to lay face down over them. I then attached the restraints that Natasha had graciously left behind. When he was immobile and ass in the air I touched his cheeks with my hand and he jumped. I picked up the strap first and held it up. "Russell, I got twenty five with this today, how many should I give you to make up for my pain," I asked. "Well, you said double so that will make fifty,"he responded. "Good, you did pass math class then," I retorted. "Now you need to ask me for fifty strokes with this strap," I demanded. "Please Ma am give me fifty strokes with your strap Ma'am," He replied solemnly. "Good, I like humility and servitude in my man," I said coolly. I landed the strap twenty strokes at about five per minute. He was groaning some, but took the punishment well. I reached in under him to squeeze his cock. He grunted and moaned slightly as I touched it. The next twenty stokes brought a real strong burn to his hind quarters and he was starting to sweat. "Alright, Russell?" I quizzed. "Yes, just not looking forward to the cane though," he replied. "You do have a real concern there, I know from first hand experience," I acknowledged. "How many did she give you with the cane, Ma'am?, he asked in respect. "Ten," I responded. " Oh, shit," he replied. The last ten with the strap were not near as bad as the dread of the cane that awaited him. His bright red ass was now ready to receive his real punishment, the cane. " You're going to eat my pussy when we are done with this," I said, to help him keep his mind off the coming agony. "Yes, Ma am, "can we just skip to that part?" he pleaded. "Sorry Russ, this is going to happen," I firmly stated. "What do I need to hear from you, now?" I asked. "Please give me twenty with the cane Ma'am," he answered sullenly. "He's learning to respect me and I think this may work," I thought to myself. "I hope, dear God that his attitude change is one that will last," I breathed a quick prayer. I took my stance and laid the first stroke across his buttocks. The result was an instant yell of pain from my husband. The second and the third came down and the yell turned into an agonized shout. With that I found a sock in his drawer and stuffed it into his mouth. My generous boss had not supplied a ball gag for me yet. I tried to hold back some on the last ten, the screams that made it past the rolled up sock were loud and penetrating. I was feeling sorry for the helpless man and I could not contain myself. As soon as the last stroke fell, I ran to the kitchen to bring some ice for his burning bottom. The fire on his butt melted the ice nearly as fast as I could put it on. He was grateful for the relief and whispered,"thanks Jenna." I undid his restraints and let him get up and walk a bit. I helped him up and kissed him hard. "Soon as you are ready, you have a dinner date down here,"I said pointing at my soaking wet snatch. He grinned and exclaimed,"just try to stop me!" I laid face up with my butt on the pillows he had just arose from. They were sticky with the oozing s from his cock during the punishment. I didn't care, I just laid down, pussy in the air and legs spread. Russell eyed my wet slit like a wolf eyes a spring chicken. He kissed his way up from my knee, savoring each inch of my tender thigh. With the kissing and licking and an occasional bite, my passions were rising. The time crawled by, waiting for his tongue to explore my wet hole. At last his kiss on my labias electrified my nerve endings. His lips ever so gently grabbed the tender folds and sucked them into his mouth. I felt the strong tongue of my lover flick them as he sucked and released the exquisite lips. Careful not to neglect the other side he repeated the same treatment there. "He has been reading his book," I said to my self. I spread further as I felt his wiggling wonder seek deeper abode in me. The fine organ was soon fucking me, moving in and out rapidly. My body shook as my first orgasm came rushing over me. Russell kept it going and going till one cum turned into another.