2 comments/ 24422 views/ 1 favorites My Story: The Beginning By: WillingSlutPartner I sat on the couch and contemplated the situation I now found myself in. Ten years of marriage and now this. She had gone out while I slept and had been in the bars and then got caught trying to drive home so drunk that even when I finally got to the station to retrieve her, she had been noticeably inebriated. Five hundred bucks for bond I had to pay just to bring the bitch back here to our rented house. Now I'd have to find a lawyer as well, someone to represent her. Louisiana courts were as crooked as any and I knew that I could get her off if I get the right lawyer. But did I want to? I was mad as hell right now. I could let the bitch go to court without representation and then the court would take this on. But what about the house, what about the childcare? Damn, I was caught between a rock and a hard place. I stood up and walked into the bedroom. She was passed out on the bed, still dressed in the skirt and nylons she had snuck out in, her shirt cast aside and her chest exposed. Why? We had a good sex life, or so I thought. Had she been out to cheat on me? Had she consummated anything with anyone else? She had told me no when we had driven home, but had she lied then? I moved to the bed and pulled her skirt up. She still had the lace underwear on. I pulled her legs apart and she did not make a sound, passed out from her alcohol intake. The panties did not look wet. I lowered my hand and felt the crotch. Nope, not too wet, damp maybe. My finger swept to the edge and pushed under the elastic then snaked to her hole, feeling and testing for the slimy evidence of someone else's cum. But she was not soaked, she was not dry either but I could take that for her own moisture. Nothing more could be done this evening so I returned to the living room with a blanket and made myself comfortable on our large couch. The issue would still be there in the morning and we could discuss how we would face it. I was the first up in the morning, our daughter had spent the night at a friend's, and I went immediately into the Master Bath to relieve myself of the morning piss. I made sure not to be quiet and left the door open so she would hear the splashing and flush of the toilet. I brushed my teeth and washed my face before coming out to the bedroom. Ah yes, she was sitting up and holding her head. Good, suffer bitch. I stared at her and she knew what I was doing although she did not want to acknowledge that I was there. She was still in her skirt and hose, her chest still fully exposed. With the way my mind was working, I felt no arousal from her displayed boobs. "I guess I fucked up, huh?" she asked matter-of-factly never raising her eyes to look at me. "To say the least." I was still extremely pissed. I wanted to reach out and grab her by the hair and toss the bitch out into the street just as she was now. She could run around the neighborhood half naked and explain to the neighbors what was going on. Instead I opted to berate her. "Get up and get me some breakfast. You can at least do that for the crap I am going through and the money I may lay out for your sorry ass." Then I returned to the bathroom and turned on the shower. She was gone when I came back into the bedroom, the bed was straightened out and all evidence of her having slept on the bed gone. After dressing I found her in the kitchen, preparing me some breakfast as I had told her to. She was wearing her silk kimono that I so enjoyed, but it did nothing for me this morning. No words were spoken as she served me bacon and eggs and toast, her eyes did not meet mine. She knew she was in deep shit and with her not working she would have to rely on me to help her out with money. She sat silently at the table with a cup of coffee. Every now and then she would take a sip but still avoided looking my way. Her fingers absently rubbed her bare thigh every few minutes as she considered her situation. I could see the worry on her brow and the nervousness in her actions. She knew she was over a barrel and had no way to escape it without my help. "So, what now?" I asked her in a tone that communicated my mood. She paused and then they came, tears of self pity. She began to sob and cry and I just stood and walked out on her. Nope, I wouldn't give her the comfort of my company as she wallowed in her own problems. I turned on the TV and began to watch the Saturday Football pre-game shows. About a half hour passed before she came into the room and sat down in the chair next to mine. She sat there silently until a commercial came on. "Can we talk?" she asked timidly, not sure of my reaction. "I think you spoke volumes last night when you snuck out of the house and went to the clubs alone. You don't need to use your useless words to explain to me what is going on; I just want you to tell me when you're planning on getting out of my house." She gasped when I spoke these last words. Now she was awake and looking in my direction. I could see her mind reeling, the thought of me tossing her to the curb had not entered into her thoughts before she heard the words. Good, she was now off-guard and I could be as mean as I wanted with my words. She had pissed on me, now it was my turn to piss on her. "Leave the house? Um, can't we discuss that?" Her eyes were wide open now, bloodshot still but wide open. She was sitting up straight in the chair, attentive to what I was about to say in answer to her question. I could see her nipples go from half-hard to flat against the silk kimono. "You're a slut that snuck out of my house in the middle of the night while I slept, why should I continue to provide you with a house and food and everything that goes with them? You were looking for a boyfriend last night. Maybe you'll find one that can give you what you need." I was almost yelling at her as the words spilled. Her face showed the hurt that my words were inflicting and I relished that look. "You don't get enough at home? You have to go out? What, you got the ten-year itch?" I didn't want to stop but I drew a blank for a minute, no more words to throw at her to knock her down. "No," she began, "I was out just to dance, not to find someone, not to mess around, just to go dancing." Her eyes were pleading with me to believe her. She sat with her mouth agape not knowing what else to say to me. "Dance, right, what, the horizontal mumbo?" I quickly quipped. "No, really, to dance is all I went out for. We haven't been out for months, and you were tired, fell asleep at about 10, I thought I could go out and dance for a while, just to get out of the house." She was trying her best to justify her actions but failed to convince me at all. I turned to look at her, red flames shooting from my nostrils as I said "You never asked me to go out, you never have said you want to go out dancing with me, you have never shown me a sign that you were tired of the house. You have gone out with your girlfriends many times in the last few months. Don't tell me it is because you wanted to dance that you snuck out like a teenager with a curfew." My breathing was coming heavily and the words flew out in anger. I was tearing her up as best I could, wishing to call her a few names but refraining for the time being. She quickly lowered her eyes, "I didn't think you'd take me out and I didn't want the shame of you telling me no." Her voice was soft, whispering almost. Her kimono split at the neck and revealed the tops of her boobs, that soft white flesh I liked so much but now had no effect. "I get tired of sitting around too, of course I would have taken you out, but now you've screwed up the trust I had in you, you wrecked our relationship by being so self-centered." I didn't know any other words to show how much she had hurt me. I continued to stare at the top of her head and down the front of her wrap, her eyes downcast in shame. Then I broke it to her, "You have a court appearance Monday morning at eight and don't look for me to help you out with a lawyer." Her head sprang up and she looked at me with disbelief. I was throwing her to the wolves and she knew it. She had nothing to fall back on, no savings or investments to help her financially with this problem. She knew it was expensive to get a lawyer and she had been counting on me to give her the money. I bet she wished she had not spent all her savings after she left her last job. "But, what am I going to do; you know I can't afford a lawyer on my own." Her voice was again pleading, begging for my help. "Sure do know it. And I also know that you were out trolling for a hard cock last night, huh? So go find one to bail your ass out. I'm already out five hundred for your bail." I had no proof that what I said was true or not but that was how I was thinking at the time. She had come home with her pussy dry, but she may have used a condom, how was I to know. Tears rolled from my hurtful words and from her understanding of her situation. She was in deep crap, probably going to go to jail for a weekend or two, and she couldn't believe what I had said to her. Good I thought to myself, the self-absorbing bitch could suffer with the possibilities for a day and then go to court on her own Monday morning. She got up and slowly left the room, her shoulders sagging and her head lowered in shame. I returned my attention to the sports shows and stewed on the situation I was facing. My wife's picture was going into the newspaper, the court docket that was published every Thursday would tell the story of how she had got busted for drunk driving, and all my friends would soon be asking questions. The more I thought about it, the madder I got. We both tried to stay out of each other's way for most of the day. I was watching the football games. She was sulking in the confines of our bedroom. Not much got done that Saturday. Our daughter called about eleven and asked if she could spend another night at her friends. I found that to be a good idea and gave her my permission to spend another night. It was about four when she came back into the den and again took up residence in the chair next to mine. She sat there silently and feigned interest in the game, Nebraska and Iowa. It was half-time before she spoke. "I want to tell you that I am sorry for what I did." Now that was news. Of course she was sorry, she was the one who now had to go to court and face the judge for sneaking out of our house and getting plastered, then trying to drive home. "I'll do anything for you to forgive me and to help me." Pleading, I loved it. She was lowering herself to pleading for me to forgive her and help her. I knew that the help part of her request was more urgent than the forgive part. I continued to sit in silence, driving her crazy. She was waiting for a reply and I was not going to give her the satisfaction, at least not for a while. Ten minutes had passed and the game was close to resuming. "You want my help, you earn it." I said those words in a hateful tone, one that expressed my contempt for her. "I'll do anything but I need your help and I want your forgiveness." Her voice cracked as she said these words, still not much above a whisper. I could see her bare thigh exposed to near her crotch with the short kimono and my mind began to click. If I was to help her, she would have to earn that help, as well as my trust. "First, I want to know everything that happened from the time I went to bed until I picked you up at the police station, and I want the truth." And so it began her story about how she just wanted to go out, to dance. But you know that everyplace you go to dance they serve alcohol. And so, she also drank. And it was so hot, she drank even more, not stopping until the bar closed and she was in her car wondering if she should drive. The alcohol, she said, impaired her mind and she did drive, even after arguing with herself first. And then the blue lights, the handcuffs and the call to me. She did admit that she thought of calling someone else instead of me, one of her girlfriends, but then she knew I would find out anyway so she called and woke me up. And according to her, that was the story. "So, no sex in the parking lot, no sex in the bathroom?" I threw in for good measure hoping it would embarrass her for me to even ask. "I swear, no, I never even thought about sex with anyone but you." She stared at me with a sad look on her face as she tried to convince me of her innocent outing. She had moved out to the edge of the seat and her legs now were pointing in my direction. I looked down and could see that she had on the same pair of panties that she had worn the night before. I still did not know if I should believe her or not. "We'll talk more after the game." I put her off so I could turn my options over in my head to see what I could gain from her divergence. She said nothing but stood and walked out, again having the physique of a defeated person. I could hear her in the bedroom now, drawers opening and closing, her soft footsteps across the hardwood floor. I did love her, we had been together for ten years, and we had not gone out dancing of late, something she did truly enjoy. But the thought of her going behind my back still made me so mad. I wanted to punish her, to make her understand just how much she had hurt me, and I wanted to hurt her just as much. I heard the shower go on and knew she was finally cleaning up. She had moped around all day in nothing but the kimono. I had completely lost interest in the game as I turned the thoughts over and over in my mind. Then the game was over and she was in the chair once again, waiting impatiently to hear if I would help her. "Okay," I started slowly and clearly, "stand up and strip naked." I began to put my plan for revenge in motion, not sure if she would go along with it or not. She could not believe her ears. She sat there for a few seconds before realizing that I was serious, then stood and began to strip. She was still in the kimono and quickly untied the belt and allowed the silk to slide from her shoulders and land around her feet. She had on a slim pair of panties that she hooked with her thumbs and slid down her legs, pulling one foot at a time from the leg holes and then leaving them on top of the kimono. When she stood she was completely naked. I looked at her tensely and watched as the red splotches began to rise from the top of her chest to her neck and finally to her cheeks. She was embarrassed more than I could ever remember her being embarrassed. I stared at her body to increase her discomfort and in so doing realized she had kept herself in good shape for a mother with a nine year old daughter. I could feel my cock begin to stir as I pulled my plan together. Her nipples were hard nubs on top of her breasts. I could see the goose bumps on her arms and chest from the air conditioning blowing from the vents above her head. Her stomach was still flat and firm from her exercise routine. At the apex of her legs her abundant pubic hair stood out from her body in a thick, brown curtain obscuring any view I may have had between her legs. "Lay down across my legs." I had this planned out in my mind but doubts still lingered of her acceptance of my ideas. She began to speak but thought better of it and began to move toward me. Her long, lithe legs carried her hot body closer to her destiny. She put her hands on my legs to steady herself as she slowly lay across my knees. I felt her boobs graze across as she slid down, and then her stomach was against them, her hands on the floor. I had her ass right there where I wanted it. "Do you know what I'm about to do?" I asked. She shook her head slowly but steadily yes and answered with a little voice, "Yes, I know." I wanted her to feel the humiliation that I had felt at the police station. "Do you agree that you deserve this?" "Yes, I know I deserve this." Again the little voice, the voice of a little girl who knew she was in trouble. "Tell me that you want me to spank you for what you've done to me." She didn't hesitate at all, "Please spank me, I've been wrong, I've done something to you that I shouldn't have." "Tell me what you've done, why you need this spanking." Again, without hesitation, she answered, "I snuck out behind your back and insulted you. I took advantage of your trust." I put my hand on the small of her back and felt her jump in anticipation. She was in a very compromising position and had never suffered a spanking, even as a child, she had once confessed, she had never suffered a spanking. I was now determined to give her one but I wanted the anticipation to continue. "I want to hear you say how sorry you are to me." "I am very sorry for what I did, I should never have left the house and I will never again do anything like this." Her tone was convincing, her fear noticeable in her words. I wrapped one leg around her outside leg, effectively spreading her thighs in preparation for my hand. She did not try to fight me, resolved to the fact she was about to get her ass walloped. "Every slap I want to hear you tell me you're sorry for your indiscretion, understand?" "Yes." I looked at her before me, her ass and pussy exposed to me. I could see the muscles clenched in anticipation of her punishment yet her pussy appeared damp with excitement. With that I raised my right hand and pressed her lower back into my lap, then brought my palm down on her virgin cheeks hard and rejoiced in the loud SLAP that resonated through the room. She jumped violently from the contact and then I heard "I'm so sorry for what I did, I will never again break your trust!" in a loud and very remorseful voice. My handprint was blatantly imposed on her cheeks in a bright red color from the force I had used. I again raised my arm and brought my hand down and was rewarded with the loud SLAP sound, and again she professed her regret. The action was repeated, and repeated, and repeated I don't know how many times. I could no longer make out my handprint on her cheeks, the redness enveloped both sides of her full butt completely. Her voice had cracked with the third or fourth smack and sweat had broken out on her lower back to form small droplets on her fine blond body hairs. I could hear her whimpering and sniffling, sure that tears were rolling down her cheeks. She laid there across my lap with her reddened ass exposed waiting for instructions. I almost felt sorry for her, but my aggression was not yet fulfilled. One more thing, one more act to cement in her mind that she had broken my trust and was not in the same standing she had been just last evening. "Get up," I ordered. She slowly pushed herself off my lap and then stood waiting for my next set of instructions. Tears were rolling in rivers down her face and falling to her heaving chest, sobbing uncontrollably from the pain and humiliation. Both hands went behind her back to cover her bare, red ass. Her hair, long brown strings, was disheveled in appearance. Her eyes were downcast in disgust or embarrassment. Yet with all this shame her nipples still stood out from their perch like hard peaks, rising and falling and shaking from all the sobbing she was doing. "Lay across the arm of the chair!" I rose and began to strip as she moved to the chair and compliantly bent at the hips and lay out across the plush arm. Her bright red ass was a high contrast to the pale skin of her legs and back. As I moved behind her I grasped her long mane in one hand and reached between her legs with my other. I felt her crotch with my fingers and was amazed at her wetness. She was dripping, her juices running from her hole. "You liked that, huh?" I stated rhetorically as I pulled her lips open and positioned my cock at the entrance to her cave. "Remember that this is mine," I told her as I violently pushed myself into her depths. She sobbed and sighed as I sunk deep into her on the first plunge, something that is rare. She is usually not so well lubricated and it normally takes a few strokes to fully embed myself inside her. I could now feel the heat of her ass on my stomach and held myself against her to enjoy the punishment I had laid upon her. My Story: The Beginning The Plan 01 It had now been three weeks since we had entered the new relationship that she had forced upon us with her discretions. Maybe it had started innocently enough, but her visit to a club late at night without me or my knowledge had resulted in our relationship changing dramatically. We now lived with the knowledge that she was dependant on me, she relied on my income and my willingness to help her to do the things she needed to do. As I had explained to her the day following her escapade into the nightlife of Leesville, she was to be submissive to me or she would not see any assistance. The week following her arrest for DWI had been filled with visits to an attorney that I had found and court appearances. Her humiliation became public when her name appeared in the local newspaper as appearing before the local court and pleading no contest to the charges. The judge had been, what I considered, lenient. He sentenced her to 25 hours of public service to be performed at the local library assisting them in moving from their old building to the new building. Her license was restricted to driving only during daylight, so she could use our truck to help move the boxes filled with books to the new library. She found that she enjoyed assisting the librarian, Joyce, so much that she went far beyond the required 25 hours she had received in her sentence. When she was at home her life was much different. No longer was she allowed to just leave the house to run to the mall and window shop for hours on end. I required her to ask me for permission to leave the house and placed restrictions on when she would be home. I would now ask why she needed to go out, limited the amount of money available to her to spend, and monitored her use of phones and internet. This may seem harsh to many, but she had broken my trust with an irresponsible act that jeopardized my future and our marriage. Our life together also changed. The day that I had agreed to help her with her legal problems shown a light into an unknown fantasy of both of us. I realized during our liaison that I had a need to be dominant over my sexual partner, she realized that she enjoyed domestic discipline. Following my spanking of her ass and violation of her cunt and ass, I made her stand in front of me with her legs spread and asked her a few questions. At first she was adamant that she did not like being spanked and used as I had just done. However, as I explained to her, her body had told a different story. Following her spanking over my knee, her pussy had been spilling juice down her thighs. I asked why she thought that was so and she slowly began to admit that it had turned her on to be spanked and then forced to give sex to me. Following that session, we did not have relations for more than 2 weeks. During this time I did require that she not wear underclothing at any time she was in the house. To go along with this, I required her to show herself to me numerous times while I was sitting in different rooms, some with windows that faced neighboring houses and the street. At first she was reluctant but she complied, as time passed her reluctance turned to resignation and compliance with my requests became immediate. Needless to say, two weeks without sex was painful for me as well as her. On the two week anniversary of her first spanking I came home and informed her that she was to be spanked once again that evening. She turned and looked at me with a surprised expression. I explained to her that the spanking would begin at 8 that evening (it was just 2 in the afternoon when I told her this) and that she should prepare herself by showering and dressing appropriately with the items in the bag that I then handed her. I then went into the den to watch the Sunday afternoon football game. I watched as she went about her Sunday afternoon. She came into the den numerous times and stood near the door. I was sure she wanted to question what I had told her in the kitchen but she never did question anything. About 6:30 I heard her in the shower. Knowing that she would be done, I called and ordered pizza from Mellow Mushroom, asking for it to be delivered at 8. I was now setting in motion a plan that I had hatched in my mind over the past two weeks. It was about 7:45 that she came into the den and stood to the side of my chair. I motioned her to stand where I could see her. She was dressed in the clothing I had given her and just the thought of what was to come made my cock grow. The clothes were revealing. A pair of 6 inch heels held her up much taller than her 5 foot 4 frame. The black thigh highs ran from her feet upward and made her legs shimmer sexily. A three inch space of bare thigh showed above her hose and below the miniscule skirt that hung over her hips. I could make out a hint of bare skin between her legs from my position seated in front of her. I had always complimented her on her tight abdomen and the thin halter top that hugged her fine tits now showed that off to her advantage. Her hair was brushed out and hung over her shoulders, the makeup she wore was put on meticulously and accented the cheekbones and small nose of her face. I complimented her and we carried on a bit of a conversation until I heard the doorbell ring. "Want to get that, it should be the pizza I ordered." I could see her eyes widen and her complexion go white under the base makeup that she had applied. She stood there for a few seconds until I looked at her with an inquiring expression before she finally moved toward the front door. I moved to the hall where I could watch how she would react to this situation. At first she only cracked the door open and hid behind the door, but the pizza was a large one and she had to swing the door completely open to get it through. The pizza guys' eyes almost flew from his sockets as he saw how she was dressed. She told him she had to get some money and turned with the box and walked into the house, leaving the guy with his mouth wide open staring at her barely covered ass. She had to bend when she reached for her purse and even I could see her cheeks come into view for a few seconds, then she bent again, now realizing that the show was what this was all about, to put her purse back on the table. She turned quickly, her skirt twirling up and exposing her once again, and brought the cash back to the delivery guy saying thanks and closing the door as he continued to stare. I went back into the den and waited as she got a couple of plates and some beers and came into the den with the pizza. She sat in the chair I had put right in front of my seat and we began to eat our pizza. "You did that on purpose, huh?" she asked me. "I was very embarrassed, and I thought the spanking I got was because you believed I was unfaithful?" "No," I explained, "the spanking was because you broke my trust, this test was to see if you would follow my instructions." We continued to eat for a few minutes and then I began to ask her questions, simple ones, about her reaction to having been exposed. She admitted that the costume turned her on and that she was a bit excited about the guy seeing her and lusting for her. She told me that she began to get excited soon after I had told her about the spanking and had gone the entire afternoon horny, wanting to go to the bathroom and relieve herself. When we were done eating she cleared the dirty dishes and remaining pizza, then came back into the room and sat back down. I could see that when she sat her bare skin was on the chair, the skirt riding up and exposing her ass. "Spread your legs wide," I instructed, and she willingly complied. She picked up her feet and mover her legs apart, placing her feet as wide as she could and putting her hands on her knees. I could see her gash, the wetness of her excitement shining from between her now open labia. Her tits were now displayed as well, the thin material of her top not hiding the dark color of her areolas. I sat and stared until she started to squirm, then asked her if she wanted to be spanked again. "Um, well, um, yes, I do." This caused her much embarrassment and it showed in her voice. I smiled and motioned her to stand up. "Keep your legs apart," I told her as we both stood. I took a seat in the armless chair she had just vacated, my view of her now on her backside as she stood with her legs split better than shoulder width apart. I reached out and ran a hand from her left knee slowly upward, over the silk hose, to the bare skin of her upper inner thigh. I stopped before touching her freshly shaved crotch and switched to her right leg, mimicking the movement just completed. "Bend over, rest your hands on your knees." I watched as she slowly bent at her waist, her ass and pussy coming into my view. I reached out and stroked her ass slowly, ran a finger up her crack and onto her lower back. She was already sweating, perspiration gathering on the little hairs of her lower back. I ran my hand back down, back through her crack and over her tight asshole but not onto her cunt. Her hips shook in anticipation as my finger rested on that little piece of skin between her two holes. She was very excited, her pussy open on it's own and the sheen of her excitement clearly visible inside her body. "Lay over my lap." She stood and turned, positioned herself properly and voluntarily laid over my lap. Her hips ground into the hard cock that was still in my pants and her ass stared up at my face. She looked exquisite with the hose and the short skirt, a teen agers wet dream. I reached down with my left hand and felt her tits hanging down in the thin fabric of the halter top. "You know why I'm spanking you," I asked. "Because I need to be spanked, I need to be reminded to not break your trust." She was right, this was a reminder. I ran my right hand over her ass cheeks gently, the stark white of her skin almost glowing in the dim light of the den. "Spread your legs apart." The sight of her wet cunt was now exposed to me as well as her nice tight ass. I squeezed her tits with my left hand and raised my right hand quickly bringing it down on the stark white of her cheeks and turning them immediately bright red. "I will not break your trust ever again," she immediately screamed out in response to my hand. I paused for 10 seconds, then repeated the slap on her other cheek, and she repeated her word to me. This was done twenty times, ten on each side of her ass, twenty times she swore to me that she would not test my trust in her. I released her tits from my left hand and moved it to her reddened cheeks, feeling the intense heat that now resonated from her skin. I slowly stroked her beaten ass, her body shaking on my legs from the silent sobs that she was releasing. Looking down I saw that her cunt was now soaking wet, her juices actually dripping from her hole onto the floor below. I reached down with a finger and scooped up a drop and told her to lift her face. I moved my finger to her mouth which she opened and sucked my finger clean. "Stand up." She stood facing me. I looked into her face and saw not only the pain of her spanking, but the pleasure of being disciplined as well. "Did that feel good?" "Yes and no," she answered truthfully. "What do you want me to do now?" Her eyes looked up into mine and she answered, "I want you to fuck me." I smiled, stood, motioned her to the arm of my chair and moved behind her. "Spread your ass cheeks." She reached behind her and pulled herself open in anticipation of my invasion. I dropped my pants and released my already concrete stiff cock. Positioned at her opening, I asked "Tell me again, what you want me to do?" "Fuck me." As she said the words I slammed my hard cock into her slick cunt, pushing myself as deep as her hole and feeling the opening of her cervix deep inside her. She gasped loudly with the invasion, then sucked in air and screamed out "Yes". I stopped myself from just slamming in and out, I stayed buried inside her enjoying the feeling of her hot cheeks against my upper thighs. My hands went to her shoulders, pushing her harder into the chair and pulling her feet from the floor. Her hips now began to move up and down, her intent to slide my cock in and out of her hot cunt. After a minute I began to slide in and out, not fast but not slow, each time entering her until my thighs slammed into her reddened backside and reminding her of the indiscretion that had changed this relationship. She was gasping quickly, her legs began to shake in just a few strokes and I felt her orgasm begin. Her muscles clenched and released my cock deep inside her body, her hips were gyrating on the arm of the chair, and she was voicing her pleasure by calling for me not to stop. I continued to stroke her with my cock, the speed and force remaining constant, my body pressing hers tightly when I was fully enclosed in her sheath. I could feel her juices collecting on my balls, being forced out of her depths from my invading cock. "Did you enjoy teasing the pizza man?" I asked her as I continued to fuck. "Yes, he turned me on, he saw my cunt, huh?" Oh, had he seen her, and she had willingly shown him, just as I wished. I did not answer her question but asked her "Your going to do whatever I tell you, whatever I give for you to wear you'll wear, right?" "Yes, whatever you tell me to do, I'll do" she throatily answered. I grabbed her hair and pulled her head up off the cushion, her tits spilled from her halter and she groaned with pleasure as the angle of my entry changed slightly. I pushed my hips forward then pulled my cock out. "No, please, put it back in!" Instead I pulled her to the floor, to her hands and knees, and got directly behind her. "Guide me in," I told her. Her hand grabbed my stiff cock and guided me to the opening of her cunt once again. Standing over her now, I watched her body as I slowly slid my hardness into her slowly until I could go no further. Next I released her hair and grasped her hips, my fingers and thumbs digging into her skin. "Fuck me bitch," I told her bluntly. She immediately began to move her body back and forth as I stayed still, watching her fuck my cock with her need. She slid herself off and on me, a few times my cock slipping from her hole but she quickly grasped me and put me back inside. She was working hard, her skin began to perspire profusely with her exertion. I stood up, watching her continue to move, her hand reaching back searching for my cock. She begged me to come back. I moved to the chair and sat down, motioning her to get up. She came to me, facing me she guided my hard cock into her sheath once more, slipping down until she totally engulfed me. Her arms wrapped around my neck and my hands went to her ass. I squeezed hard and she let out a whimper from the pain then began to move on my lap. She fucked me hard, rubbing herself up and down my abdomen and cock. She threw her head back and I felt her cunt again squeeze me tightly and I could hold back no longer. I spilled my cum deep inside her, the shots reaching her furthest depths as she continued to climb up and down my cock. When I finished, she gasped and fell onto my shoulder shaking from her own release. I held her ass up as she went limp. I whispered into her ear, telling her that she was my slut, my whore. Her response was agreement. I felt our cum dripping onto my balls as we sat there until our breathing returned to normal. When she stood the stockings were now misplaced, one had fallen down to her ankle, the other down to her knee. Her skirt was still above her waist and the halter top was pushed up exposing her tits completely. The meticulously applied makeup was now all over her face and chest, slim trails where the tears had fallen on her cheeks cut through even the base coat. "You're my fucking whore, aren't you?" I asked her bluntly. "Yes, I'm your fucking whore for whatever you want me to do." She then got on her knees and lowered her mouth to my still half hard cock, her lips parted and she swallowed it whole, her tongue washing all evidence of our coupling from my skin and ingesting it. That had been just last week. Now, on the third week anniversary of our new relationship, I wanted to implement the rest of the plan I had hatched. My Story: The Beginning The Plan 02 The week following her second spanking was different than the previous 2 weeks, we now understood each other. After Susan had finished sucking my cock the previous Sunday evening, I had massaged her red ass. I had kissed the bruises that were visible on her hips from my hands grasping her during our fucking. She had wrapped her legs around me and cocked her pelvis upward as I climbed on top of her and slowly fucked her once again. During the week she continued to help the library move. She went through her closet and removed all her pants as I had instructed her to. She could wear only skirts or dresses. She was not to wear any panties when in the house or out with me. She asked me about the spankings, how often they would come. "As often as needed," was the only reply I would give her. We went to the mall together on Wednesday and visited one of the specialty lingerie shops. There I found a black lace dress that I had her try on. The dress was unlined, just black lace that left her almost completely exposed. I asked her to come out of the dressing room and twirl around so I could see it on her. She slowly came out to the main floor, searching with her eyes to make sure no one was close, then she twirled slowly three or four times. I could see everything through the lace. This was to be a fuck gown only. I bought it for her and told her she was to wear it on Saturday evening, to be in it at 7. She looked at me curiously but didn't ask any questions. Each night we had sex. She was subordinate to me, she would do as I told her, no matter what I told her to do. We had oral, vaginal, and anal sex that week. On Friday I called her and told her I had to work late, she was to bathe and wait for me naked in the living room. When I finally got home, she was there on the couch, sitting naked. I told her immediately to suck me and she fell to her knees and sucked my cock dry. Outside of our activities, I was also meeting with a friend, John. He was my best friend at the time, and he had heard what she had done to me and how I had reacted. John had helped me to form the plan I was now introducing into our lives. And John and his wife were to be participants that Saturday night as well. Saturday finally arrived. We worked in the yard most of the day. I told Susan that I had to go out about 5 to get some things. I had showered and was ready for the evening before I left to meet John and his wife at a local restaurant/bar. John and Cindy came in just a few minutes after I had arrived and joined me at the bar. John was dressed casually in slacks and a button up shirt, similar to myself. Cindy, on the other hand, was wearing a long dress, very silky and clingy. Her body was covered but also very much exposed. She wore nothing underneath. Anyone could see the curve of her tits, her nipples, even the lips of her pussy when the cloth came in contact with that part of her body. "Very nice," I commented as I greeted her. I had not known until I had talked to John three weeks ago that John and Cindy had a Dom/sub relationship. I found out that John picked out every piece of clothing that Cindy wore, controlled where and when she went out, even controlled when she could orgasm. To prove this, he had invited me to his house and had told her to finger herself in front of me and not to cum until he gave permission. She had played with herself, begging to cum, for over an hour before John told her it was okay, then she had cum squirting her juice all over the floor. John did not let anyone know about their secret lifestyle unless he was sure that they had similar relationships. He also told me that the two of them would attend swing parties at times, but that Cindy was not really into fucking other guys, although she did enjoy being with other girls. She was a true exhibitionist, and the idea for the pizza delivery had come directly from her. Cindy had also picked out the clothes that Susan had worn the previously Sunday and had recommended the store where we found the lace dress. Now, we were going to go to my house and introduce Susan to some public sexual humiliation. Cindy wanted to see me spank her and then she could comfort Susan, or that was the plan. I was still not sure if Susan was that committed to me dominating her, but I was going to find out tonight. After a couple of drinks, I sent a text to Susan asking if she was ready yet. She replied that she was. I sent another text telling her to have a mimosa and I would be home in just 20 minutes. I made no mention of Cindy and John, not wanting her to suddenly go cold and not be in the dress when we arrived. During the ride to our house, John had Cindy raise her dress to her waist and play with herself as I drove. I got hard watching as this beautiful woman sat basically naked in the front seat next to me and plunged her fingers in and out of herself. John sat in the back seat and talked as if nothing was amiss. Before I knew it, we were pulling into my driveway. I opened the door and allowed Cindy and John to enter first. When I came in Susan was standing in the middle of the room, all but naked in the lace dress, her eyes questioning what was going on and her embarrassment visible in her body. "Baby, you remember John and Cindy?" She was gasping in horror for the condition she was in, fighting with herself to not turn and run for another part of the house. "Um, yes, I do, but...." She was facing us, her lace dress doing nothing to hide her body. We could see her already hard nipples sticking out through the lace, the curve of her tits as they sagged under their own weight. Her flat stomach was held tightly by the stretched black material. Her freshly shaved Mons was clearly visible as were the smooth lips of her hole standing out forward of her pelvis. "Don't worry Susan, this is all part of the evening." I did my best to relax her before she did bolt from the room. "Hey, you have a mimosa, maybe John and Cindy want something to drink?" Both our guests stated they would like drinks, and I asked for a Jack Daniels, and she walked to the bar, her ass virtually on full display through the lace, to fill the orders. John took a seat and Cindy kneeled beside him as Susan mixed the drinks. John and I casually conversed about the football game that afternoon. I noticed that Cindy's hand went into Johns lap and appeared to wrap around his cock. "Hope this is okay," Susan stated as she brought John and Cindy their drinks. She then brought me mine and stood in front of me lost as far as what she was to do next. "Here, kneel down and rest against my legs baby," I offered. She turned and got down on the floor, then leaned against me. Her body now faced John and Cindy, her nipples obviously hard with excitement. "By the way Susan, Cindy was very interested in what happened to the pizza delivery man last Sunday," I said to bring her into the conversation and to shock her as well. Her head snapped around and she looked into my eyes fully embarrassed, her expression asking me to not do this. "No, it's okay, tell her." John saw the extreme discomfort and offered, "If you want Susan, Cindy can tell you a few stories of what she has done to tease guys first." Susan's head was now going from John to me, she was confused and disoriented, not sure what was going on. She finally said "Well, I'm really not comfortable talking about it yet." So John had Cindy tell a story of her and the cable guy. During the story, Susan kept looking back at me with questioning eyes, not sure what was happening and very uncomfortable. She tried to cover her nipples and pussy with her hands and her drink, but the dress didn't allow her to cover everything at once so her hands were in continual motion. Cindy finished her story and looked at Susan, "Don't worry about covering yourself, I'm really enjoying the view. Think I can have another drink?" Susan got up and moved to take Cindy's glass, then Cindy offered, "Here, let me help get another round, the guys look as if they need refills." The two girls then went to the other end of the room and whispered conversation could be heard. I looked over at John, who was just staring at the two women smiling, and told him that I thought it was going well, she had not run away. "She won't, not now, Cindy is telling her to relax and enjoy the evening." When they returned, Susan told us she was ready to tell the story. She was animated while telling her version, telling Cindy that she really was embarrassed, but when she realized the guy had a big hard cock all she wanted to do was make it even bigger. She told how she bent over further than was necessary and then bent again to return the purse to the chair instead of dropping it or carrying it with her. She then told us something that I didn't know, that when she went to close the door, she had rubbed the back of her hand on the guys jeans and felt his hard cock through the material. We all laughed at this little tidbit of information and the atmosphere was much relaxed from when we had first entered. The evening progressed and after a few more drinks, Susan didn't seem to realize how exposed she really was. She was moving around the room freely, fetching drinks and snacks. Her relaxed mood was encouraging to our plans for later in the evening. After a few hours, I finally chimed into our planned conversation by telling John and Cindy that it had not been long since Susan had broken my trust in her. I could feel her against me suddenly stiffen as I revealed this tidbit of information. Cindy broke in, "Well, if I broke Johns' trust, I know what would happen to me." John then joined in, "Yup, you know your ass would be red, huh?" "Probably redder than it has ever been. And more than likely, you'd have an audience, huh?" Cindy offered. "Oh, no, please, no," came from Susans' lips almost immediately as she realized the setup. She sat at my feet pleading with her eyes, looking into my face and shaking her head no. I smiled down at her, stroked her shoulder softly, and then turned to John. "An audience, huh? Well, rubbing a guys hard cock with the back of your hand seems like that would qualify for a good spanking with an audience, doesn't it?" I remarked in an intrigued manner. I looked down into her eyes, her mouth saying "no, no, no, no" over and over as her eyes pleaded with me. I could see a tear well up in one eye as she realized the futility of her pleading. Cindy remarked, "It is empowering to have an audience after the initial embarrassment, the knowledge that your discipline is making every man in the room hard." Susan looked toward her but stayed silent, her hand now in my lap, her fingers grasping my thigh. She turned back toward me and lowered her head into my thighs dejectedly. "Stand up," I sternly told her. She began to move slowly, rising from her forlorn position, pushing herself up on the heels that adorned her feet and facing me. "Pull the dress up above your hips." Her fingers began to gather the material at her hips, slowly pulling the mostly not there covering up her thin legs. Her eyes remained downcast as our audience got to see her lower body completely revealed. Her legs began to shake as the lace began to slide over her sumptuous ass, exposing the full mounds. I moved to the ever-present armless chair that was close to Cindy and John, "Now come here and lay over my legs." She moved slowly toward me, holding the gathered material in her fingers, her freshly shaved lower abdomen on display as she approached us. She kneeled at my side, laid her upper body over my thighs before releasing the material and putting her hands on the floor. Her ass was again displayed before me, laid out like an offering. "Spread your legs." She complied unwillingly, slowly spreading her legs until she was totally exposed. Cindy now moved from beside John, standing and walking over to kneel at Susan's feet, her hands going to her lower legs while she looked at the exposed womanhood. "It will be alright Susan, you will see." John then made a remark about her clean shaven lips and how her ass was just spankable, so big and white. We discussed her body and her position for 5 or 6 minutes as she lay exposed over my thighs. I let our guests in on the fact that I could see her getting wet just thinking about what was to come. Cindy stroked Susan continuously as we spoke, her hands running over every inch of Susan's body. I watched as she played with my wife's sex, her boobs, her hips, her butt hole, her legs and feet. She continuously moved her hands knowing that Susan was about to be punished but trying to convey that she was not alone. I finally asked her why she had to be spanked and she told me "To remind me that I can't break your trust." I put my right hand on her cheeks and Cindy reached out to hold her tits. I sat there for a while, letting her think about what was coming for an extended period of time. When I was finally satisfied that she had waited enough, I quickly raised my hand and brought it down on her right cheek. "I will never again do anything to break your trust." She was sobbing as the words spilled from her lips. I waited 20 seconds, then again, smacked her with my hand, this time on her left cheek, and heard her speak the words that she would not break my trust. Cindy reached up and stroked her ass with one hand, running her fingers over the now red handprint on her right cheek. She was massaging her breasts and ass in between the smacks that I was delivering. After just 12 spanks, 6 to each cheek, I told her that would be all she received tonight. Cindy continued to stroke her reddened ass, now allowing a finger to dip between Susan's crack and run over her dripping pussy and tight sphincter. I watched mesmerized as those delicate fingers slipped between the reddened cheeks, then slipped between the flowering labia and into my wifes slit. She pressed three fingers in and curled them downward, reaching for the hidden g spot. Her hand began to move back and forth rapidly and Susan's hips began to bounce on my legs as she reacted to the stimulation. Cindy bent down, her tongue snaked from between her lips and she touched Susan's butthole softly. A screech escaped Susan as her pussy exploded, juices squirting from her lips and coating Cindy's hand and arm. She ejaculated three times in her orgasmic throes, each less than the previous, but each a visible amount. Her body was undulating and squirming on my lap. Che was going and gahing throughout the ordeal. Cindy sat up after the contractions subsided some and removed her hand. She cleaned the visible juice from her fingers and hand, telling John and me how good it tasted. "Stand up." Susan stood slowly, her legs shaking visibly still, her hands grasping the lace and holding it in place on her hips. We could see her cunt, the labia still fully exposed, the juice of her orgasm coating her pelvis and thighs. She body was now covered in sweat, her hair a mess, the visible trail of tears on her face and cheeks. "Baby, you're beautiful," Cindy told her. John then spoke up, "Cindy, unless you want a good spanking here tonight, get up and take off that dress." Cindy stood directly in front of Susan and pulled her dress upward, her fine ass came into view rather quickly and the dress disappeared in a heap on the floor in just seconds. I had a perfect view of her naked backside just a foot in front of my face. She had her legs on either side of my thighs, her hot slit in view. She moved forward and the two women kissed passionately, their bodies rubbed against each other, their heights perfectly matched. I watched as my wife, for the first time to my knowledge, kissed and touched another woman. She brought her hands around Cindy and grasped that fine ass tightly, pulling her cheeks apart and slipping a finger to the little rosebud. Both women were groaning into each other's mouth, their bodies grinding together, searching out each other's weak erogenous areas. "Now this is a show," offered John. "I told you Cindy would take care of her after the spanking." I watched with my mouth open in astonishment as the two of them slipped to the floor. Cindy slid upward on my wife, a knee on either side of her body. She stopped when she was positioned over her chest and began to grind her pussy against Susan's full chest. I saw Susan pull her legs toward herself, her feet spreading wide, her pussy gaping open. Susan's hands went to Cindy's crotch. She slipped her finger between the full labia and began to saw them back and forth as Cindy continued to grind herself on Susan's tits. Cindy sat up suddenly, reached up with her hands and pulled her hair high above her head, then she let go, her orgasm erupting from her body, her fluids cascading down onto Susan's chest, her body shaking uncontrollably. Susan continued to stroke the hard clit between Cindy's lips, the fingers coaxing four or five spasms from Cindy's body, each one expelling juice from her cunt. Cindy's hips gyrated back and forth on the fingers sawing away between her shaky legs, the muscles in her abdomen contracting involuntarily. Cindy finally fell back against Susan's legs, exhausted and out of breath. She grabbed Susan's hands and held them from any further play between her legs. "Oh, God, that was great!" she exclaimed after a few seconds of gathering her breath. "Was that good hunny?" John shook his head affirmatively before he motioned her to his lap. Susan got to her knees and pulled the lace dress from her torso, throwing it to the corner of the room, she climbed onto my lap. She reached down between us and unzipped my pants, pulled my hard cock from the confines of my clothes and stuffed it in her slick hole. She immediately began to bounce up and down, fucking me mercilessly. I looked over and saw John's cock pistoning in and out of Cindy's mouth. Susan continued to bounce on and off my hard cock. I was so excited that I lasted just a couple of minutes and blasted my cum into my wife in six fierce shots, setting her off on her second orgasm of the night. She fell against my shoulder gasping for air, her hips grinding me still as she came down from her release. "Look," she said pointing toward Cindy and John, still in the throes of a hot blowjob. We watched for a few more minutes until John finally shot his load, pulling Cindy from him so that he could shoot his jism over her face. She closed her eyes and let him coat her lips and cheeks with the thick white semen. Cindy crawled on her knees to Susan, she lifted her face upward offering the thick jets of cum to my wife who willingly and greedily sucked up each and every last drop, then shared them in a deep kiss with Cindy. We all 4 now laid there, exhausted, for a number of minutes. Susan finally rose from my lap, my cum ran like a river down her thighs as she stumbled toward the bar and asked if anyone else would like anything to drink. Cindy joined her. They made us all drinks and returned to the floor, completely naked and exposed, and sat cross-legged next to each other. Reaching out and running her fingers around the slick excretions in Susan's crotch, Cindy asked, "So Susan, didn't I tell you it would be empowering?" Susan raised her mimosa and smiled in reply. My Story: The Beginning When I began to move I used her hair to also move her back and forth. I pulled and pushed her head in the opposite direction my hips were moving. She was groaning loudly as I began to pummel her into the chair in an angry fuck. Yes, this was not lovemaking, this was an angry fuck. I wanted to take all my aggression out on her body, on her sex. I pulled her and pushed her, slammed my hips into her backside, and felt my cock invade her depths and press into her womb. Her thighs were banging into the arm of the chair, her face bouncing off the seat of the chair, her tits swinging wildly from the force applied to her backside. She was not an unwilling partner, not just going with the flow. I felt her begin to rock her hips then to move her body against my invasion. The sobbing had stopped and moans had replaced the sounds coming from her throat. I now realized her enjoyment in this spectacle, in this show of dominance over her. She was throwing herself back into me as I pushed into her as hard as I could. I let go of her hair and grasped her hips tightly with both hands, digging my fingers into her skin, my thumbs into the red skin of her cheeks. I wanted to hurt her, make her suffer for the way she had treated me. She was eager to let me use her physically for my anger. I suddenly held her still and pulled out of her cunt, her surprise shown by the groan that escaped her throat. She knew what was next. I reached into the table beside the chair and pulled out the tube of lubricant that we used so infrequently. "Pull your cheeks apart," I ordered with no affection at all in my voice. She reached behind her and gingerly pulled her ass open. I slobbered grease on her ass and then ran my fingers through it, pressing it into her ass in preparation. This time I didn't even try to loosen her up with my finger. I positioned myself at her dark hole and then waited so she would think about what she was about to experience. Her head dropped down to the seat of the chair and I could feel the tenseness in her thighs, her hands still pulling the cheeks apart waiting for my onslaught. She liked anal sex but always after a lot of foreplay. Not this time. I wanted her to feel my anger, to suffer, not enjoy, our coupling. I put both hands back on her hips and again waited, my cock now hard and ready to invade her bowels. Her hands flew forward and she pushed herself up from the chair and screamed as I pulled her roughly back, my entire length splitting her anus wide apart, not stopping until her hot cheeks were pressed against my stomach, my pubic hair plastered against her ass. I held her like this as she danced on her toes from the sudden invasion of her body. She cried out seeking relief but her cries fell on my deaf ears only. I stayed buried inside her to the root of my cock for a few seconds before I began my onslaught. My hands moved her hips, my fingers digging into her now red sides as they threw her back and forth on my cock. I could feel the capillaries breaking from the grip I had on her ass. She continued to cry out and fight against the onslaught for a few strokes, then fell again onto the chair in understanding of her predicament. She let me take my pleasure for a minute, and then surprisingly began to move with me. Her legs bent at the knees and her hips began to rock. I could feel her squeezing me in her tight sphincter, clenching and unclenching the strong muscle. She was covered in sweat, rivers flowing from her lower back to her sides and down the crack of her ass. I had used just a little lube and the friction I felt on my cock was growing quickly. I could smell the aroma of her sex filling the room around us. I reached between her legs and my finger and thumb found what they were looking for. "You are my cunt," I hollered as I squeezed the extended clit hard between my digits. She reacted as I thought she would and screamed out in pain followed by pleasure, her ass trembling on my cock and milking me of the seed that I knew was about to spill forth. Her cunt lavished cream onto my hands as they continued to squeeze and masturbate her very sensitive nub. I rode her until I felt the last shot of jism rush from my stiff member, then I fell back against the couch behind me. She just laid there in her post orgasmic state. I could see the distended asshole that I had just violated and the still pulsing cunt that I had ravished first. Her legs were held up by her knees pressing against the side of the chair. The area around her cunt smeared with the juices she had expelled. Then I saw the white river begin to spill from her ass and run down her thigh. "Turn around," I ordered and she slowly complied, prying herself out of the chair and standing on shaky legs. "Kneel." She compliantly obeyed, knowing what was coming next and needing no more orders. She opened her mouth and slid my cock between her red lips, swallowing me and bathing me with her tongue until she had my entire sex between those succulent lips. She stayed that way as I slowly softened in her oral cavity. "From now on, you will submit to my spanking you whenever I want." Her head nodded in agreement to my statement. "I can use you whenever I want." Again, her agreement was rendered with a nod. "If you agree to this, I'll help you." This is how we began, how the spanking and other things entered our relationship. It took an act that broke my trust to give us the freedom to test her trust in me.