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Penance Day Ch. 00

By: HartMann



"Penance Days: Prologue" is the bracket that connects the Penance Day suite of stories. 

It takes off slightly after where "Siesta for two?" stopped and the Penance is imposed for breaking the rules of "The Siestas" as described there.

*

Friday morning, the sun is shining, I just had my first coffee in bed and life feels good. 

The children are already at the neighbors' and will stay there until midday, what else can you ask for in life? 

I feel a movement next to me. Ah, yes, that is what you could ask for: a good looking, loving wife, a good mother with a naughty streak that gets the better of her from time to time. 

That is what you could ask, and I have it. Ahhhh, the sheer bliss of it. 

"Good morning honey." 

She looks at me sleepily, then her eyes focus, 

"Hmmm, good morning. Do you know what day it is today?" 

Ooops! Caught me on the wrong foot. I think hard. She cannot mean our engagement day, that's in winter, wedding day is in spring, her birthday in winter, none of the kids' birthdays, we don't do Valentines' days .... Finally I give up. 

"No, tell me .... " 

She smiles slightly, then spills the beans, 

"Today is the first ever ... " She seems to hesitate. 

"Yes? ... " I encourage her. 

" .... the first ever, ever .... " she stops again. 

"The first ever what? Come on now!" 

"It is the first ever 'Siesta DAY'."

I must have looked at her rather blank. Our Siestas are fabulous, an erotic ritual (see the story "Siesta for two,") we perform from time to time when the children are out of the house. 

And the rules are easy: one gives the treat, the other one receives it while he or she is blindfolded. I look at her inquisitively.

"Yes, honey, Siesta Day; it is like our "normal" siesta, but it lasts all day long" 

My dick begins to twitch under the blanket, thinking of a whole day of kinky sex. 

She goes on,

"It is my turn today and I changed the rules somewhat." 

"Better and better," I think. "Let's hear those new rules."

"Rule number one: Siesta day lasts all day or until I end it." 

I nod, that sounds definitely ok.

"Number two: The 'Mutabor' rule applies." 

Mutabor? I wreck my brains. Mutabor, Mutabor .... Ah yes, 1001 Nights, the tale of the Khalif Stork. Whenever the Khalif says Mutabor, he turns into a stork and vice versa. 

"What has the Khalif Stork to do with our Siestas?" I ask.

"Ah, you figured it out, at least partially. Whenever you hear 'Mutabor', you, my hung, macho hunk of a husband turn into a hung obedient hunk, no questions asked." 

A bit dubious about this, I say "Yes?" more a question than a confirmation.

"Rule number three: no 'Stop' from your side possible." 

I look at her in disbelief,

"Hang on, I turn into an obedient boy, but I have no way to stop the show? Come on, there was always a way to stop the siesta, that was why we feel safe about doing all the stuff we do!" 

"Not this time there isn't" she says sternly. 

I feel the first pings of anger rising in me,

"Come on! What are you up to? You cannot just change the rules without me agreeing!" 

She gives me a glacial smile, 

"Ah no? I can't? Well, you did and so can I!" 

"What do you mean I did? What's that bull you are giving me?" 

"Ok, what are the original Siesta rules? One!"

"One is blindfolded" 

"Two" 

"The other can do what he wants" 

"Three" 

"When one says 'Stop', all ends there and then" 

"And four" 

I look at her puzzled,

"There is no fourth rule" 

"One that goes without saying?" 

Nope, I really don't know what she is talking about, not even remotely. 

"The unwritten rule is that the Siestas are for you and me only" 

I nod, but I get a very bad feeling in the pit of my stomach. 

"And? " 

"Carlotta, our neighbor, says that two weeks ago on Saturday there was this guy walking around our house. 

He did not look special in any way, but the way he walked around the house made her suspicious. I told her it was the plumber, he had to lay a pipe". 

I grin at her choice of words, but my grin freezes when she adds, 

"That was two weeks ago, when we had our last Siesta."

My thoughts race, what can I say? 

"Co-incidence?" or "Too much imagination, you know how these Mediterranean types are ...." 

But she does not give me a chance to reply. 

"You know, I thought I felt the terrace door open and close while we played that day, and you coming two times in a row, just minutes apart .... 

Also, you did not quiet sound like yourself that day. Then on the other hand, I had a blindfold on, so what do I know. I must imagine things." 

She does not smile while she says this. The bad feeling in my stomach has turned into a big tight knot.

I do not know what to say, stare at her, but she presses on,

"That is why I suggest a couple of Siesta Days, days where special rules apply: One: all day until I end it; Two: Mutabor; Three: no 'Stop'. And it is always my turn. 

We can have our normal Siestas as well, but Siesta Days are for your Penance only". 

She looks at me expectantly, 

"So, what do you say?" 

I lift my shoulders, unsure what to say. 

"What if I do not agree?" 

She smiles again that wintery smile which does not bode well for the reply. 

"Nothing, I just will try to find out what really happened two weeks ago. Either you play by the new rules and we forget my dumb suspicions, or ..... You choose." 

She really does have me over a barrel there, the last thing I want her to know for fact is what happened two weeks ago ... 

She smiles at me again, a bit warmer, 

"Come on, I'll not make it too hard on you. And I know you enjoy this kind of kinky stuff" 

"Ok then, I'll do it. What do you want me to do?"

She claps in her hands

"Brilliant. I knew you would. You do not have anything special to do, just wait as the day unfolds. You want to use the bathroom first, or me first?"

"I'll go first," I say and disappear under the shower. 

Not very nice how she pushed me into this, then on the other hand, I had her dildoed by another guy without her knowing .... 

Quid pro quo, one might say. What worries me a bit while I lather up under the shower is the fact that I will have to obey and I have no way to stop the game. 

Then again, it might be quiet hot, even though I am not really the submissive type ... 

I look down at my hardening cock. God, this whole thing really gets me going. I stroke my soapy dick which in no time at all comes to full attention. 

Wow, more excited than I thought! 

I decide to not spend my forces prematurely, shave carefully my balls and dick and step out of the shower, towel off. I brush my teeth and then step into our dressing room where Anja awaits me. 

"Ok then, what do you want me to do?" 

*

Continued under "Penance Day: One" 

(If you cannot find it, click at the top of the story on my username which should be underlined and highlighted in blue; this takes you to my user page, where you find all my stories) 

Penance Day Ch. 01



This is the sequel to "Penance Day Prologue", and "Siesta for two?". Feel free to read those first or directly go into the story. And please do leave me your comments. 

*

"So, what do you want me to do?" 

I just stepped out of the shower, naked, my dick still half hard and I look expectantly at my wife. 

"I told you, nothing special. Just you wait and see how the day develops. You could start by getting dressed. Put on the red posing slip and your bubble butt jeans."

Ahhh, the red posing slip, legend among her friends, the ultimate show-off underwear for him. 

It is a fire red wet-look slip. The front is cut like a pouch and makes even small dicks look good. Big ones look just amazing, especially when half hard as mine is now. 

The sides are cut very high, and the back covers your crack but not even half of your cheeks.

In short, they make an average man look like a stud, somebody fit and hung looks like an ancient fertility god.

During a hike with friends in France, we came to a lake. As none had any swimsuit with them, I suggested to swim naked. 

Obviously, they refused and we swam in our underwear. Since then, my posing slip (and its content) is a legend among my wife's friends.

I reach into the shelf, put on the red posing slip, then search for the jeans. 

"They must be in the laundry." 

"In the garage, with the washed and ironed stuff." 

I walk away tightening my butt muscles and can feel her eyes fondling my asset while I walk up the stairs. 

The sun is shining brightly through the large panorama windows, it feels good on my skin. I can feel my half hard dick and nut sack move in my pouch, hmmm, pleasant feeling.

"Good morning, Mister Alex." 

Arghh, Friday morning, I totally forgot Gorzata, our cleaning woman. She is at the end of the long corridor that leads to the garage, in a niche where the iron board stands. 

I have to get past her, half naked. No, worse, more than naked, because the slip shows off all my goods very favorably. 

I try to act cool, mumble, 

"Hi there!"

She stares straight at my hardening dick, the bulging pouch. I force myself to walk down the corridor, speed up a little to get to the garage and out of her eyes, while her insolent eyes fondle my heavy balls and my stiffening rod.

Blushing, I brush past her, reach the door to the garage and close it behind me. 

Anja must have set me up! She knows I always forget when Gorzata comes and used this to make me walk down the hallway worse than naked in front of her. Ahh, the bitch!

The bubble butt jeans is draped tidily over the edge of a washing crate. A normal pair of Levi's, they make my bum look particularly round and muscled, they are one of Anja's favorites in my cupboard. 

I am fuming, but also strangely excited by this situation. 

"So you think you are clever! But wait, two can play this game. You want me to strut my stuff in front of our cleaning woman? You think I am embarrassed? Watch me do it!"

I slowly contract my sphincter muscle, and release again, contract and release, squeezing hard thereby pumping blood in my dick. 

The weirdness of the situation helps and in seconds, I have a raging hardon that stretches the thin material of the slip to its bursting point. 

I take the jeans, drape it over my arm, open the door into the corridor and walk towards Gorzata again, my dick now fully erect under the straining material very, very visible. 

She turns around, her eyes glide down my body and widen slightly. 

"Gotcha!" I think and walk on, feeling the blood rush through my veins, my dick pumping and jumping.

Then I hear her say: "Mister Alex?" 

Ah, she wants to play... Never one to hide from a challenge, I decide to play along ... 

I turn around, making a show of it, slowly, giving her time to watch as my big hardon comes into view. 

"Yes?" 

I look at her, manage a little grin.

"Could I have a cup of coffee, please? Thanks." 

I am speechless, the cleaning woman asks for a coffee? 

My superior grin crumbles and disappears entirely when she adds, 

"Ah, yes: Mutabor." 

She dismisses me with a negligent little gesture of her hand. 

My head spins while I trundle away to the kitchen, and all along the corridor, I can feel her eyes fondling my ass cheeks. 

When I get to the kitchen, my monster erection diminished to a slightly swollen after-sex hanger, Anja is already there. 

Looking me up and down she says,

"I knew you would not resist the temptation to show off. Coffee is ready, go bring her a cup." 

The bitch, this was planned all along. I turn to the coffee machine. 

While I pour the coffee, I her a loud smack and a stinging pain sets my left ass cheek on fire. 

I nearly drop the coffee jar when spinning around. Anja smiles broadly, holding up a long flat metal pan scraper, waving it around. 

"I have to make sure you do not have too much fun, don't I. Shall we make both sides look the same?" She waves the scraper ominously. 

"No no, I'll go quickly bring the coffee." 

I hastily leave the kitchen with the coffee in hand. In the corridor, I look over my shoulder and see my ass in the mirror, crimson red marks in the shape of the scraper ... 

More embarrassed than ever, I bring the coffee to Gorzata. 

She gives me an appreciating nod, but without any comment. I turn around, try to get away, but I can feel her eyes on my stinging ass cheek, her burning eyes tracing the contours of the pan scraper on my ass ... and suddenly Anja stands in front of me. 

"Gorzata?" 

"Yes?" 

"I'll take Alex down to the bedroom for a minute to make sure you can work in peace and are no longer molested by him, ok?" 

"Ok, Mrs Anja."

"What are you doing? You can't ..... " 

"Shhhhhht," she says "or I use the 'M word'. Come on, bedroom, now!" 

I precede her down the stairs but see that she leaves the door open ... What the hell is she up to?

"Kneel on the bed!" 

I climb on the bed, get on all fours and she steps behind me. 

"Will you be a good boy?" 

"Shht, Gorzata will hear you." 

Smack! The burning sensation again, she has brought down the scraper hard on my other ass cheek. 

"Ouch, dammit, Anja!" 

She steps around the bed, scraper in hand and hisses at me "Listen up, I'll say this once: Mutabor, and you obey, no buts, no bullshit. Clear?" 

I mumble something, impressed by her fury. 

"What did you say?" 

SMACK! 

"Ouch, yes ok, ok, I heard you." 

"That's better, big boy." she purrs with her best pussycat voice, "You will enjoy, promised."

She lets her hands trail all over my body, my hips, legs, then suddenly over my ass checks, slaps lightly the red marks. 

I hiss through my teeth. 

"Ahh, you felt that. I like it when you express your feelings." 

She plays on with me, her hand sliding over my belly and disappearing in the pouch. 

Impatiently, she pushes it down, ripping it in the process, my dick and sack now bumble between my legs. She slightly slaps my sack, then grips my cock, lays her hand around its stiffening heat, slowly stroking it to its former stiffness and size. 

Her other hand forms a ring around my nut sack, squeezing it slightly, stretching it, once, twice... I moan with pain. 

"Come on, let us hear that." 

She stretches it again, harder. I moan louder.

"I want to hear you!" 

She wanks me very fast, very roughly. I moan some more. 

"That's good, let it go, moan for me, my hunky little dirt bag, moan for me." 

While she milks my rock hard cock, she squeezes my nut sack again, making me moan and howl at once. Feeling her let go of my balls, I sigh a sigh of relief, her hand on my dick now a flash, racing up and down, pumping like an engine. Her other hand steals itself up between my thighs, I feel her thumb rubbing against my ass.

"Come on, let me hear you, big boy" she whispers in my ear. I breathe heavily, wheezing, moaning as her hand wanks my big dick, squeezing it, pumping up my life juice.

I feel my sack tightening, my dick begins to twitch. 

"Ahh, that's a good boy, come now, loud and hard" she pumps my dick even faster and then presses her thumb hard against my asshole, her finger tip scraping past my ring muscle .....

I scream, shudder and spew a huge load, a ropey squirt of semen on the bed, moaning, trembling while I try to get away from her probing thumb.

While I still am in the last spasms of the big O, she carelessly drops my dick and walks away. 

At the stairs, she turns around "Siesta day's not over yet" and disappears above.

While I slowly try to get up from all fours, I hear them chat, 

"Ahh, men! Always moaning. You press the wrong buttons and all hell breaks loose." 

Oh god, Gorzata has heard my moaning and screaming and knows what just happened.

I hear her reply with her heavy Eastern accent, 

"You just have to know how to handle them though, and you can have years of pleasure." 

I am not sure I like the way they both start laughing .... 

*

Continued under "Penance Day: Two"  If you cannot find it, click at the top of the story on my username which should be underlined and highlighted in blue; this takes you to my user page, where you find all my stories 



Penance Day Ch. 02



The present story follows Penance Days, Ch.0 and Ch.1. For the rules of our game, please read Penance Day Ch.0, for how it all started please read "Siesta for two". Enjoy, and if you like it, please let me know.

*

I had taken the car to get a few things from the nearby shopping strip. If you see it, you would bet on being in a film on the American heartland. The road has two lanes each direction, wide sidewalks, huge parking lots and even larger shopping centers behind the parking lots. 

I do 3 different shops. Last stop: the newsstand. I get out of the car, enter and find quickly my favorite vintage car magazine and my wife's TV magazine. No lines at the counters, great. I pay and step onto the sidewalk again. 

"Excuse me, could you please help me?"

A lady somewhere between her best age and beginning of elderly looks up at me. No, she definitely looks her best age, but must be beyond it. In any case, she is very stylish with her two piece costume, her dark long hair in a very ladylike hair style and handbag. 

Yep, she is attractive, very attractive in an aristocratic, old-world way. Her light chocolate brown costume complements her beige blouse and stockings. I cannot avoid to see that the blouse is very nicely filled, a décolleté where decency and voluptuousness fight each other, and the legs also seem to be fantastic, long, slender and well formed. She must be 55, but seems to be going on 40. Amazing.

I must have looked at her a few seconds too long. A steep angry wrinkle forms on her forehead and she repeats,

"So, could you please give me a hand?"

I immediately snap out of it and reply,

"Sure, what can I do for you?"

"Could you please lift my shopping cart into the car?"

I see a little shopping cart next to her, very old-school. It strikes me as slightly odd that someone like her would do the shopping herself, but what do I know. "Sure, M'am, not a problem. Where's your car?"

A dark eggplant-colored Jaguar XK8 on the nearby parking lot flashes and blips as she uses her key fob, the boot opens automatically. She nods slightly in its direction; I pull the cart over to the car and lift it in, then slam the boot lid close. 

"And now get into the car."

"Excuse me?" I look at her, think I have not heard right.

She looks back at me, a little annoyed,

"I said get in the car. What precisely in 'Get into the car' did you not understand? Or are you waiting for the magic word?" She walks around the car and gets in at the driver's side.

The magic word? 'Please' maybe? What is she on about? What does she want from me?

She opens the passenger door from inside leaning over the passenger seat. I catch a glimpse down her blouse. Amazing full breasts in a cream colored bra. She is now seriously annoyed,

"The magic word is 'Mutabor' and if you know what is good for you, you get in now."

I feel as if I had been slapped in the face, stare at the open door. When she guns the engine impatiently, I finally let myself drop into the seat next to her, pull in my legs. The door is slammed shut by her accelerating the car vigorously.

She drives very fast, way too fast for where we are, but still finds the time to look over,

"Attach your seatbelt. I don't want to have you killed ... not like that."

She sees my frightened face, laughs out loud and says,

"Relax, I will not abduct you or do you any harm. I just help you with your penance." 

She puts a very long manicured hand on my upper thigh. I have to retain myself from pulling back. This is all just too much.

"Come on," I think to myself, "what can she do to you. You are at least double her weight." I slightly relax.

"That's better." She squeezes my thigh, smiles at me. "There will be more than enough tension later on, so relax." She smiles again.

I begin to enjoy this, a visibly rich and good looking woman with me in the car, she looks superb, she smells even better..... only our speed is suicidal. She asks everything from the Jag, even though we are in town. And again looks at me,

"I like to use my toys up to their full capacity, right to the limit of breaking them." She smiles again at me. What is that supposed to mean? What is this all supposed to mean?

As we drive on, I hang on with one hand to the grip above the door, while she has even a hand free to further squeeze my thigh and feel me up. We turn into a very nice residential street, big houses, high fences, immaculate gardens as far as can be seen through the gates.

She finally stops in front of a big gate, which opens up. We drive up a short graveled driveway and stop in front of a house that could be in "Gone with the wind". A two-floor brick building painted in a warm sun yellow color with white windows and white columns all along the front. Under the columns a wide shady porch. The house looks vaguely familiar. The main door opens and a man strides purposeful towards us. Young and slim, he looks athletic and fit. The lady opens her door,

"Its ok, Sergij. Alex here will look after the shopping and carry it in the house." 

"Yes, Mrs......," he replies, I cannot quiet catch the name of my 'hijacker'. The guy she calls Sergij turns around and disappears.

She turns around to me,

"Will you?"

I step out of the car, the boot opens again and I lift the cart on the gravel. She indicates me to follow her and walks ahead of me to the entrance. I cannot help but admire her swinging hips and long legs. Many young women would kill to have her arse and legs:

the backside round and firm, not a little boys bum, a firm but ripe woman's arse, round, juicy, voluptuous. And long legs, slightly muscled, not to thin, and endlessly long. I would follow this magic view to the end of the world, when suddenly she says

"When you have stopped staring at me, you can put the trolley in the kitchen there to your right." I feel her eyes on the back of my head while I push the trolley through the door, then return to the large entrance hall. She watches me from the middle of the hall, her arms crossed under her breasts. God, they look fantastic! Large, heavy, highly attached breasts that cannot be hidden even under a costume jacket.

"She is right, he will be good fun" I hear her murmur to herself, then addressing me,

"Come over here, stand in the middle of the hall. Don't move." 

She walks around me, looks at me from all angles as if inspecting a horse on the market before buying it. She then unexpectedly speaks into my ear, I can feel her proximity and a faint whiff of perfume,

"I don't know what you have done, young man, but someone wants you to be taught a lesson. Don't worry, I will not be too hard on you." She takes a silken scarf from somewhere and lays it around my head, very slowly knotting the scarf in the back of my head. "But not too lenient either. I will enjoy this. Try to do so as well."

"Undress!"

I hesitate.

"Do it!" Her voice is sharp.

I still hesitate. I cannot simply get naked while being blindfolded in a house I don't know in front of a women ....

"Now!!!" Her voice sounds like a gunshot in my ears.

Slowly, I unbutton my shirt, drop it, then I open the belt, drop my pants and underpants. When I have to bend over to undo my shoe laces, I feel terribly exposed. Finally stark naked, I stand up again.

The clacking of her heels tells me that she walks around me, inspects me like a merchandise. I feel something around my neck, a necklace or something. "Ahhh, magnificent, the collar suits you perfectly. I always liked well built men in leather and studs."

"Come on!" she pulls at the collar and I can't do a thing but follow. Towards the entrance door? Or is it towards the garden? I cannot remember which way I faced when she blindfolded me.

I hear a door being opened, feel the freshness of the outside air, then feel hot sun on my skin. 

"Stay there," she orders. I hear her walk away and return a few seconds later.

I feel my left wrist being held, some kind of broad ribbon is laid around it. Then it is dropped, some clinking sound. Then the right wrist the same. Clinking sound. 

The same thing with my ankles. A wide ribbon, one foot is slightly pulled outwards. Clink. Then the other foot. Clink.

All of a sudden both my arms are pulled up and outwards, over my head so that I am standing spread out. I am surprised at the strength of that woman, my arms are pulled up hard. I hear her struggling while attaching the ropes or whatever it is, then suddenly her voice very near again:

"Let us have some fun now."

I suddenly feel her hand on my ass cheek, squeezing it, then sliding around over my hip and going straight to my limp dick. She squeezes my nutsack several times not to tenderly, then starts stroking very slowly my dick. 

I am mortally embarrassed: a woman that picked me up in front of a supermarket nearly killed me in her car, blindfolded me, had me undress myself while watching me like a stud she bought, tied me up and is now playing with me dick. Moreover, we seem to be somewhere outside and I do not have the faintest idea where that is.

Nevertheless, the weirdness of the situation and her expert stroking hand gets to me; before long, my dick is getting very hard in all its veined glory. I feel how the skin of my shaft glides up and down over my uncut dick, how she pushes the foreskin over its helmet, how the edges of my mushroom are sliding inside the folds of my foreskin and out again ... Very slow, very deep strokes .... 

This woman is an expert wanker. She really knows what guys like. I enjoy her attention more and more and cannot help but moan slightly, squeezing my ass cheeks together to press some more blood into my dick, it seems ready to burst. 

Suddenly, I feel the blindfold being unknotted, and while it falls down, I realize several things at once:

First: I am tied up on a large stone porch on the garden side of the house overlooking part of the garden, but barely 15 meters away also a small road in the fields. 

Second: The woman sits several meters away from me at a small garden table, in front of her a cup of tea or coffee and looks at me with interest. I am irritated at what a cliché this is until I realize that I still feel her hand stroking me.

I look down at myself and see a man's hand, no doubt possible, and a whole guy attached to it. 

Sergij looks up and grins at me,

"You like?"

"Don't be irritated, young man," the woman says from her little table, " there are only a few pedestrians a day coming by here, so we are entirely by ourselves."

I try to wind my dick out of Sergij's hand, but I am seriously hindered in my moves by the ropes that hold me in place. Without even having to try hard, he smoothly continues to stroke my dick and looks up at me with a sly little grin. But in spite of his expert hand, my dick likes women better than men, it begins to shrink slowly in his hand.

The lady looks at us,

"Sergij, be nice and show him that you can do better than that."

I look down and see somewhat unsettled how he approaches my dick with his head,

"No way, that is not going to get it up again" I think, and then I feel his hot, warm mouth on my tip, then slowly sliding down the whole length of my shaft. Slowly releasing my cock, he sucks on it and I feel how, against my will, I get harder again. He still looks up at me, swallowing my hardening cock again. 

"Is he grinning?" I ask myself while my whole large dick disappears again in his mouth. "Can he possibly be grinning with all of my fat cock down his throat?"And then I decide that it does not matter. This is the best head I have ever received and I will enjoy it. Fuck that woman, fuck my vengeful wife or any spectators that happen to walk by. 

I look down at the guy who now really starts to enjoy the action as well, grin at him and feel how the juice is mounting, my sack is tightening and the first drops of precum slide down Sergij's greedy mouth. I enjoy and close my eyes. Hmmm, this feels sooo good. 

"Good morning mother," I hear a young female voice. My eyes fly open. 

"We are out here in the garden, dear" the woman replies, not worried for a bit, while Sergij continues to slowly pump up my juice with all his art.

I try to get my dick out of his mouth, wriggle around, but he easily manages to continue, sucking me slowly and expertly, also because he has his two hands on my ass cheeks, two fingertips pressed painfully hard against my sphincter.

I hear a garden gate fall shut, steps on the side of the house and around the corner walks ....

Oh shit, Charlotte Deuter! 

One of the best friends of Anja, my wife. And now I know where I know the house from. Anja had shown it to me when driving by, saying that Charlotte's mother lived there. The Deuters are kind of the local gentry, still very rich, very old school, looking down on the newcomers, but in a friendly, disinterested way.

And the house suits Charlotte and her mother. She could have played a main role in a romantic film, why not "Gone with the wind". Equally at ease in a polo shirt and jeans as in an evening gown at a ball with royalty, she is a classic beauty.

Tall and slender, but with firm round buttocks and quiet generous breasts, she has a feline, willowy grace that make her stand out in any crowd. Long dark brown hair,slightly wavy, frames a pale face dominated by sparkling moss green eyes. She radiates charm and femininity like the film stars of the fifties, but at the same time she is bubbly, touches your arm when she talks and is flirty in a very well behaved way. 

And there she stands at the corner of the house, walks over the lawn to her mother, lightly embraces her and wishes her a good day. I cannot but admire her in her riding breaches that tightly hug her long shapely legs and her fabulous firm ass, riding boots and a cream colored blouse, her full breasts alive in her blouse.

Mother and daughter look over,

"Ahh, mother, I think you spoil the personnel." 

Sergij chooses that moment to let my dick slide out of his mouth with a humid and clearly audible "plop".

I am mortified, with a huge erection dripping precum, stark naked in front of this beautiful friend of my wife. I feel how I flush a deep crimson. 

"Would it have been better if he had continued sucking me?" The thought flashes through my troubled mind .... Oh god!

"Ahrm, Charlotte, I .... I .. "

She looks hard at me, then walks swiftly up to me, reaches out and I realize too late she has a riding whip in her hand.

I searing pain curses through my upper body as she whips me across the chest, left and right.

"You!" she hisses, her green eyes blazing, "you better shut it. Be glad I leave you to mother!"

Then she returns to the table to calmly continue the conversation.

"Will you stay for a cup dear?"

"No mother, I must be going. Don't spoil Sergij too much."

"Oh, you know how he likes it, and I like to see him while he is so happy."

"Mother, you are terrible!" She joyously slaps her mothers upper arm. Without another glance at me, she walks away through the house. I hear the entrance door slam, then a car engine start and disappear.

"My daughter is sometimes so old-fashioned," Mother looks at me inquisitively, then continues, "but now that she is gone, let us go inside." She stands up, walks over the porch and I hear her disappear into the house.

Sergij ties a leather belt like weight lifters wear around my waist, but it has several steel rings. He then lowers my arms, unhooks the right arm, clinks it on the side to the belt with a carabiner, then the left arm.

"We don't want you to get lost," he grins up at me while he detaches my legs, looking for a short moment at my still dripping cock , "Come one big boy, inside." He pushes me through the door into the house, up the stairs, along a corridor and into a large room.

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To be continued under "Penance days: Ch.3"



Penance Day Ch. 03



This is the sequel to "Penance Days Ch2".

Enjoy, and if you do, please leave a public comment. Thanks.

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"My daughter is sometimes so old-fashioned," she looks at me inquisitively, then continues, "but now that she is gone, let us go inside." She stands up, walks over the porch and I hear her disappear into the house. Damn, what a great ass she has....

Sergij ties a weight lifter's leather belt around my waist. It is black, at least two hand widths wide, as thick as my little finger and has several sturdy steel rings attached to it. He lowers my arms with the hoist, unhooks the right arm, clinks it on the side to the belt with a carabiner hook, then the left arm.

"We don't want you to get lost," he grins up at me while he detaches my legs, looking for a short moment at my still dripping cock, his eyes level with its tip, only a few centimeters apart, "Come one big boy, inside." He pushes me through the door into the house, up the stairs, along a corridor and into a large room.

It is nicely furnished, deep armchairs, plush carpets, lots of brass. A club room of some sort. The only unsettling sight are a great number of steel rings in the floor, black, large and strong. But from my previous experience with the lady of the house, I begin to have an idea what they are there for.

"Excuse me, Madame Deuter" Sergij shouts behind me, "what shall I prepare for you?" 

I wonder what he means, prepare for her? 

"The English sofa, from the side," I hear her voice from an adjacent room to which the door is open. 

The English sofa, from the side? I look around the room, then see a dark burgundy red leather sofa with these typical deep holes in it. Chesterfield style? I cannot see it, but I know that at the bottom of each hole, there is a button. 

Before I know it, Sergij pushes me over to the sofa and grabs on the way from a cupboard two leather straps, each approximately a meter long. Half an arm's length away from the side armrest of the sofa, he stops me. 

"Stand here."

I stop and see with surprise how he first attaches the two straps left and right on my hip belt and then he kneels down to attach them each to a ring on the floor on my left and my right. I stand now stark naked in the middle of this club room, my hard dick has gone flaccid but is still slightly dripping precum. 

My hands are tied to my side and I wonder what they want me to do standing there just a foot short of the sofa armrest. 

Before I can hinder him, I feel Sergij's hand on my balls. He lifts up my dick and attaches a nooze made of very thin ribbon around my nutsack, not very tight, I can hardly feel it. I look up surprised, a hangman's knot around my testicals.

"We need to have a handbrake," He laughs out loud at my uncomprehending face, then adds, "you know, like a nose ring for a bull."

Aha, that makes it perfectly clear.... 

"Don't worry, you will see" he says with a tough grin.

Unsettled, but non the wiser, I look at the thin ribbon that hangs down between my legs, the loose end snaking away on the floor.

My reflections on the "bull-and-nose-ring" story are interrupted when Madame Deuter walks into the room. 

"She looks incredible" I think and feel how my dick is immediately fluffing up again.

"Why, thank you, young man," she says and smiles at me, the smile of a flattered woman. 

Have I spoken out loud? I cannot help but stare at her, she looks really too hot. She changed her formal dress costume for ... what? 

How would you call something like that? A beach dress? A negligee? A nothing of a light pink gown with spaghetti straps and a little skirt, that hardly even covers her cheeks. 

The top does nothing to hide her full breasts; she wears nothing under the top and I see how her heavy round bongos move under the flimsy tissue. Ah, and those hard dark tips, pointing it me. 

But the best has still to come; her waist is slim, like pulled in and widens again and shows fabulous hips which are hardly covered, her long legs are not covered at all. I can't help it, this woman really is getting me hard again. 

She walks through the room past me, and while my eyes follow her like pulled on a string, my cock hardens again. 

"Oh god, her ass and back are even better." The thought shoots through my head when I see her backside. Her back is wide in the shoulders and flowing into the narrow waist, slightly muscled but in no way heavy; and then her fabulous buttocks spring outwards. 

Firm, round, wide, they are not hidden by the negligee, rather very promisingly put at center stage. I watch amazed how they roll under the pink tissue a she walks slowly, temptingly. And turns around at me

"Ahh, you like what you see?"

I only manage a gargling noise and she smiles, comes closer. She turns around moves slowly from one leg to the other, really shows off her wpnderfull ass cheeks, looks over her shoulder, smiles, bends slightly forward and asks again

"So, do you?"

I manage a strangled

"Fabulous!"

"Ah, a bum boy, great!" She joyfully claps her hands, jumping like a little girl. Her bum and tits jump slightly delayed. God, she really knows how to turn the heat on a guy.

And then she comes closer, very close, wriggles between me and the sofa and is all of a sudden bent over the armrest. The hem of her 'dress' rides up and I see her whole beautiful ass in front of me, in the air, naked, tense, round and only a hand's width from the tip of my hard cock. I try to touch it with my hands, try to grab this fabulous piece of ass, but my hands are still tied to my side. I lose my balance and fall forward, my dick touches her ass crack, slides up and I lie on top of her.

She moans slightly, I feel how she moves under me, rubs her ass crack against my hard member before Sergij comes from behind and pulls me up again.

She remains bend over the armrest and looks back at us

"Sergij, you are still fully dressed. Be at easy. And untie his hands."

While I stare down at the slimy trace my dick has left on her slightly tanned ass cheeks, I feel how my hands are unclincked from the belt. 

I hear behind me how Sergij undresses, but I cannot take my eyes from her ass. Hesitantly I stretch out one hand, pose it lightly on her cheek. Warm and elastic. 

A bit more courageous, I place my other hand next to it. Press down on her yielding flesh, release again, carefully grope her ass. Move my hips forward again, touching her ass crack again with my tip. Electrifying. 

Very aware of the naked Sergij behind me, I slowly let the tip of my cock ride up along her crack again. From the very bottom, just above the bare folds of her pussy, towards the depression in the middle of which lies her crinkle asshole. Over its puckered folds. She sighs. 

I grab her hips a little harder, let my pulsing cock slide down and up again, down and up again, making slow and intense love to her crack and the hole at its center.

She moans, presses her ass up at my dick, pushes itself against my dripping pulsing hard pole.

"Sergij, get him ready, will you?" 

I am startled by her voice, hard and business-like. She looks up at me, then turns around again.

Sergij approaches with a large glass of Vaseline, reaches it , then around me and smears a generous amount of the gooey stuff on my dick. He looks up at me, grins and slowly starts wanking me under the excuse of spreading the Vaseline on my dick, never leaving my eyes with his.

"Sergij, stop playing around," we suddenly hear the lady snap.

Hastily, Sergij drops my dick, reaches into the glass again and garners her ass crack from top to bottom with generous amounts of the transparent grease. I look surprised, her ass crack is very well lubed on all its length, but not her naked pussy lips. 

I indicate, but he says

"Not for you"

"Huh?" I ask.

"That is not for you."

I look at him, perplex, before she says

"Not happy with what you get, young man? If you like men better, I'll leave you to Sergij."

Instead of an answer, I grab her hips again, and plough with my hard cock through her greased-up ass crack, fucking slowly, then faster, harder and harder. 

Slowing down again, each time I touch with my tip her asshole, I press down a bit harder. She moans appreciatingly and I dare to go a bit further, grab her ass and press my thumb on her asshole. Press a little harder, let go again, press, let go and feel how her asshole slowly starts to give in to the pressure.

She seems to like it, I hear her breathe heavier, pushing her ass up to me and finally she murmurs:

"Stop playing, I am not a little girl who needs silly foreplay."

I cannot resist any longer. Placing my right hand solidly on the armrest of the sofa, I grab my dick with my left hand and press its angry red helmet against Madame Deuter's hot crinkled backdoor. She does not pull away and I slowly lean on my dick.

She does not give in at first, then I feel my dick unmeasurably sink in, a loud moan from her. But I don't stop, my dick's helmet sinks visibly deeper into her ass, the crinkles stretching around my large pole.

Heat is engulfing me as I sink deeper and, snap! my helmet is in. I stop, take more weight with my arm again to release the pressure on her ass. 

With my left hand, I reach around her and cup her heavy breast in my hand, squeezing it, feeling the hardness of its tip against my palm. She impatiently pushes up with her ass against my dick.

"Ahh," I think, "some like it hard." 

I grab my dick again and now lean on her ass hard. Like a piston in a shock absorber, my dick disappears between her ass cheeks. 

Incredibly tight, velvety heat around me. I see her head coming up, her mouth opens while I go deeper, impaling her on my rock hard fat cock, she opens her mouth wide, she moans, no! She screams

"Sergij! Aaaaahhhhhh! Give it to him!"

I am not interested in what she means, I reach bottom, but do not give her time to recover, pull out again. Her head sinks down. I ram my dick back into her body. Her head shoots up, she shrieks

"Sergij! NOW!"

And out again, in and out, like a piston now, deep, hard, rough and suddenly a whizzing sound, a burning pain on my ass.

While I bury my hard shaft again into her, I look around, Sergij naked with a raging hardon, in his hand a willow rod, swinging it again.

"Ahhh!" I scream while trying to escape the rod's bite, pushing my hips forward, impaling her even deeper. She shrieks.

Swiff! Smack! Another blow on my cheeks, I push forward. Shriek!

Swiff! Smack! Shriek!

Swiff! Smack! Shriek!

Swiff! Smack! Shriek!

Swiff! Smack! Shriek!

The strikes come now faster and faster, I fuck her ass harder, she shrieks less and less ....

Harder, faster, harder faster harderfasterharderfaster.... I fuck like a beast, everything gets fuzzy around me, all clouded in red mist. I sink ....

When I get back to myself, I am bent over, pushing myself up on one arm, my dick still very hard, buried to the hilt in her ass, and an atrocious pain runs through me. I wonder why my balls hurt more than my ass cheeks, then look down at the female body under me, perfectly still, lifeless.

Fear grips me, but then I see that she breathes. And the pain explodes again like a fireball in my balls.

Sergij comes into my field of vision, breathing heavily, huge grin, his head very red, his dick still fully erect, rod in hand, his legs and feet smeared with his own cum that is dick is still leaking, at his feet a white puddle of cum.

"See, we needed the handbrake badly." he grins, shows me the ribbon that leads between my legs, and janks it playfully one last time. Again the fireball.

From the corner of my eyes I see movement; Madame presses herself up on her elbows, then slides over the armrest and stands up. Pushes the hem of her dress down, stands a bit unsure of her balance, smiles coolly at me and says:

"That was nice. I like young bulls". She then turns to Sergij, "Will you show him the door?" and with that disappears through the door to what must be her private rooms.

I stare after her in amazement. I nearly fucked her brains out, very roughly, up to the hilt in her ass and she thinks that was nice?

Sergij slaps my arm

"Come on, bull. Get your stuff and go." He unclincks the two straps on my side and, lets the weight lifter's belt fall to the ground and unhooks the collar I wear.

I walk obediently down the corridor, very carefully and bow-legged in order not to squeeze my hurting balls between my thighs. My dick stays hard and is leaking heavily. They must have stopped me just before I shot my load.

In the entrance hall, I collect my clothes and get dressed as carefully as I can. My whole back and ass hurt like hell from the welts the rod left there.

I am still dazed as Sergij ushers me out to the car. With him pushing me, I hobble towards the Jag.

"Where shall I bring you? To your car?" 

We ride in silence, he breaks it only when I for a moment stop to try finding a comfortable position, not easy in a molding sports car seat and with welts all over your ass and back.

"She is a kinky one, very kinky. Get over it."

When we arrive at the car, he breaks the silence again while I open the door and get out,

"You are hot, I like the way you fuck." He leans forward "Here's my card, if you want more of this just call." I slam the door, turn around and walk slowly to my car.

Parking the car in front of the house, I think

"Ah, shoot, Friday, the cleaning woman is there again." 

I hobble into the house. No luck, Anja talks to Gorzata in the entrance hall. The both look at me in my desolate state, walking bow-legged, heavily marked by the excitement of the last few hours and with a very visible hardon in my pants.

Anja grins, then turns to Gorzata

"Ahh, work at hand" and turning around to me "Come on, bedroom!" 

I cannot stand Gorzata's knowing smirk and look away.

We walk down the stairs to the bedroom, the door has staid open. Anja orders

"Undress" and stands watching while I shed my clothes.

"Wohoo, they have been good to you!" She wolf-whistles when she sees the welts on my back. "But they have not let you come. How nice of them. Come on, on all fours on the bed."

I kneel on the bed, thighs carefully kept apart to not squeeze my bruised balls.

"Tell me all" she orders, "I want to hear what they did with you."

While I begin to tell her how Madame Deuter picked me up, she very carefully touches my hardon, her hand barely moves. She takes my dick very lightly, small, near unperceptible movements of her wrist. Ahh, it feels good to have her cool small hand around my pulsing cock. She knows exactly how to handle me. 

I start to enjoy telling my story, tell her about Charlottes appearance. She abruptly stops moving her hand, looks hard at me and asks

"You would like to fuck her, don't you?"

"I would never .... "

Slap! I double over in pain. She has slapped my dangling balls with the back of her hand.

And then she slowly strokes my dick again.

"Tell me the truth!"

"Well, I..." I stop, then start again, "I think I .... Ahhhm, I ....."

Slap! I scream with pain as the back of her hand touches my balls again.

"Speak up now! You don't want this to go on, do you?"

"No, no!"

"No,no what?"

"Don't do it again!" I plead with her.

"Then tell me!"

"Yes, yes, I would love to fuck her. " The words are tumbling out of my mouth, " Yes, yes, I do!"

"That's a good boy," she purrs and slowly strokes my dick again, "now tell me more of what happened."

I go on telling her and the further we get the harder she wanks me so that after a short time, I am breathing heavily, my dick is near bursting and leaking heavily.

When we come to the ass fucking and my frenzy, she grips my dick hard and accelerates.

My dick starts jumping and even though I try very hard, my story gets more and more incoherent. 

Her hand now flies up and down my shaft and does everything to make me come. I begin to shiver and moan.

SLAP! Her free hand comes down hard on my punished ass. I scream.

SLAP! She wanks me furiously now, her hand is a blur.

SLAP! I scream again.

SLAP! AHHHHHHhhhhhhhhmmmm .... She takes her hand away from me, takes one step back and watches how I whimper and moan, on all fours, shuddering, my hard veined dick spewing load after load of ropey semen onto the bed.

When I finally stop coming, I hear a voice behind us

"You really know to handle your man." Gorzata has walked in and mockingly applauds Anja's mastership. She must have watched us the whole time.

I look at her, then carefully try to lie down to hide my still twitching dick. I feel the cool wetness of the sperm puddle against my belly and cock.

And then all gets dark around me. 



Penance Day Ch. 04



The door hardly closed behind me when Anja comes down the stairs.

"You have an appointment today."

"What appointment? There was nothing in my agenda."

"It is a last minute thing, kind of."

"What is it?"

"I will not tell, you will see. Today is a Penance Day."

I am annoyed; I had planned to fiddle around on my car as the children are not here today. Then again, the penance days up to now were not always easy, but none of them was dull. Quite the opposite, they were always very arousing even if sometimes painful.

"Alright then, what do you want me to do?"

"Go get a shower. Shave. Everywhere, hear? Get dressed, and come here again."

"Any special clothes?" I ask ironically.

"No." 

Nothing more, nothing less. As this seems to be the end of the conversation, I go down the stairs.

A quarter of an hour later, I re-appear, squeeky clean inside and out, and ask,

"Now what?"

She hands me a piece of paper and I read: F. Debucher, 81 Menninge Road. I look at her, my face a single question mark.

"Well, you have the address and the name on the door bell. Go there, and be a good boy."

She grins at me, and I know that there is again something arranged for me. 

The house looks ordinary, in an upper-class way: a red brick townhouse, white stone-carved window surrounds, three floors high, but nevertheless probably a one-family home. 

I ring the doorbell and the oaken door opens. A woman, probably the age of Anja looks at me curiously.

"Hi," I say, "I am looking for Mr. or Mrs. Debucher."

"Ah, you must be Alex. Come on in."

I follow her through a rather classic house, which means it is imitating an English manor, flagstones on the floor, old nearly threadbare carpets, wooden wall paneling, age-darkened paintings, up a winding staircase that leads to the second floor. While walking up the stairs, I cannot refrain from looking at her: strong legs disappearing in a grey flannel skirt topped by rather large heavy hips. Nothing like Anja's tight trim shape, the woman in front of me is rather the earth goddess type. While I still finish these thoughts, she turns around to me on the landing and says, indicating at the first door down the corridor on the left:

"In there, you will find your work clothes for tonight."

I nod at her shortly, walk over to the door and think,

"Thank god, nothing kinky with this earth goddess. Just some serving or similar." 

I open the door and close it again behind me, happy to have a little bit of privacy before Anja's power game takes up again.

Yes, the owner of this house must have lived in England: the same ugly but expensive carpet, the same oaken window frames, lead glass windows. And on the bed a colourful patchwork bed throw. I start to look around. Where are the work clothes she mentions?

The dresser is empty. Nothing on the sill of the bay window. Finally I recognize the white spot on the bed throw. I step closer and touch it not believing what I see: a tiny maid's apron, hardly bigger than two hands and decorated with lacy ribbons. 

Angrily, I grab the flimsy thing and walk back onto the landing, holding up the tiny apron,

"Mam, excuse me. I could not find any work clothes, just this." Sarcastically, I add "I do not suppose this is the work clothes you mentioned, right?"

She looks at me from the landing,

"Yes, it is."

I bit surprised, I mentally shrug my shoulders, lay the ribbons around my hips and tie them behind my back. 

"Ok, and now?"

She looks at me, slightly rises an eyebrow and says,

"Only the apron."

I swallow hard, then say,

"Only ....?"

"Yes, and get ready quickly, the guests will be here in a minute."

"Oh shit, Anja," I think, "what have you got me into again?"

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An hour and a half later, I know much better what she got me into:

the earthmother has invited her friends, eight women between thirty and fifty of variable beauty, but all visibly privileged, for tea and they are served by a naked guy. Hang on, no! I am not naked, I wear a tiny apron, hardly covering my dick and leaving my ass totally naked. And I am cheerfully greeted when making my first appearance:

"Margret, you naughty women. What a nice strong man."

"Hmm, I like his apron, look how it bulges."

They sit in the drawing room and chatter away while I go around to fill up the cups, cut the cake, bring more sugar and so on.

When bending over to fill a cup, invariably a hand squeezes my buttocks, several times a particularly naughty lady dares to go further and slides her hand under the apron. 

The vulnerability of my situation, the lusty glances and the preying hands squeezing my ass cheeks, dick and balls soon have me very excited. 

I feel how the apron slowly begins to lift and then falls to one side; and now, nothing covers my shaved dick and balls from their view. 

And this raises their interest,

"Look at this penis, how much longer will it get!"

"Good grief, it is at least double the length of my husband's. And so wide and chunky."

"And his foreskin; he is not circumsized!"

They suddenly all gather around me, stare at my rock hard dick. I am mortified, the only naked person in the room, standing in their middle while they stare at me, a tea tray in hand and feeling how the blood races through my veined shaft. 

The landlady grabs my left ass cheek, squeezes it and lays a cool hand around the root of my penis, then smiles at her friends,

"This, ladies, is one real source of pleasure. Low on calories, no sodium or conserving agents, no sugar ... It is perfect." She waggles with my dick and I feel the blood pulsing even more. The others laugh. But before she can sing more praise of the penis at hand, the door bell rings.

"Ah, that must be the maître de plaisir," the landlady says, lets go of my purple helmeted maze and returns shortly afterwards with ... Sergij.

I cannot believe my eyes, the servant of Madame Deuter, that sadistic and probably gay bastard, probably also lent out by his employer to the earthwoman. He carries in his hand a small sports bag which he sets down at a free chair.

He courteously goes around the room, kiss the ladies' hands and then stops in front of me,

"You again? You really seem to like these kinds of things. Are you a glutton for pain?"

The ladies laugh out loud at his witty remark before he sits on a chair and has me serve him a cup of tea.

"What was that you said, Ellen, dear," the earthwoman enquires, picking up their previous conversation, "your husband's is not even half as long as this?" she nods in my direction. 

Ellen, a grey mouse of a woman, grey skirt, greying hair, even her blouse is a greyish tint of white, grey her skin, even her slightly bony body seems grey. Embarassed by everybodies attention, but also boldened by it, she replies,

"Well, maybe half as long, maximum and nowhere near as wide. And let's not speak about hard...." She sadly shakes her head.

"What do you mean, hard?" they enquiry. "You want to tell us your husband has a punctured tire?" asks one of them. Everybody stares at her blankly.

"What I mean is: he cannot get it hard?"

Ellen is visibly embarrassed, hesitates and then spills the beans:

"Not like that, you know, not just spontaneously. He needs encouragement."

"They all need that, fancy underwear, dirty talking, all that." The women sadly nod agreement.

But Ellen is now willing to really give an insight,

"No, no, that is not what I mean, he needs ... well,.... other things." Now she has their undivided attention,

"What sort of other things, wanking him?"

"No, other things, kinkier..."

"You give him head?" They look at her open mouthed now.

"I tried that as well ... it worked kind of."

A smallish matron, round everywhere with rosy apple cheeks and a bun, blurbs exitedly,

"Mine goes off like a rocket when I do THAT." Everybody turns around to her in surprise, she flushes furiously, until Ellen pushes out,

"No, I have to hit him. White a hazel rod. Or a riding crop. On his bum. That is the only way to get him hard and have him come in no time at all. He rubs his thing while I do it."

Another women, tall, bony, a little haggard, hesitates, then finally grabs her courage with two hands and stammers,

"I have to play around with his sphincter while he wanks himself. I even agreed once to stuff his backside with a rubber thing. But I will not do that again. It was so embarrassing hearing him moan and wheeze and shudder, not to speak of the mess he made."

Cooing and consoling sounds from the whole round, while Sergij grins a huge toothy grin at me. What is he up to?

"Sergij, " says the lady of the manor finally, "you seem to be an expert in men's pleasure. Are all men that kinky? Do they all like these filthy things?"

He is not shy for an answer,

"Madam, all men are kinky in some way or another. They all like naughty games, but not everybody likes the same things. Some even do not know what they like."

"How do you know what a man likes then?" she shoots back immediately.

"You don't," he says with a wide grin at me, "you just have to try." Oo ohhh, I do not like the direction this conversation takes. As if they could read my mind, all their eyes are suddenly on me.

Finally the grey mouse asks the fatal question,

"Do you know what Alex here likes?"

He looks me up and down, grins a bit, then replies to my horror,

"I don't know, but we can find out if you would like to." They seem a bit taken aback by this perspective, but he goes on, "No worries, I will handle the trying part. Obviously, anyone who wants to assist me is more than welcome." He searches the room with his eyes, then asks Mrs Debucher,

"I did not expect the conversation to turn to spanking. You would not have a cane or a rod or something like that?"

She replies without thinking,

"Why, yes I do," while getting up it dawns on her what the others might think, she blushes a deep crimson, and adds hastily, "my father used to be a school teacher. He kept a cane when retiring." 

Before too long she returns with a very long, very slender bamboo cane and hands it to Sergij.

Sergij slightly grins at me, then says,

"Well Alex, will you assume the position?"

"What? I ... come on Sergij. You can't .... "

He interrupts me angrily,

"Bend forwards, stretch out your arms and put them on the armrest of the sofa. And don't make me use the 'M word'."

Hastily I bend forwards and feel terribly vulnerable with my naked ass in the air, this sadist with a long cane standing behind me. My dick has gone limp a while ago.

"Usually," Sergij uses the tone and modulation of an university teacher, " we can see already a light hardening of the penis after five or six cane strokes." Without waiting, he hits me hard and fast on my ass, smack One!, smack Two!, smack Three!, smack Four!, smack Five!, smack Six!.

The cane bites mercilessly into my cheeks. When he stops I see flashes of light behind my closed eyes, my breathing goes shallow and wheezing .....

He looks at me expectantly, still grinning, his pants bulging .... waiting a few seconds, then swinging my hanging dick back and forth like a pendulum with his cane,

"No, this does not seem to be HIS fetish." He pulls back the cane, then hits me hard and fast again, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, staring at me again. I see how his crotch bulges. "A few strikes more, we want to be sure, don't we? It would be a shame not to find out he likes it only because of laziness and haste."

Expectantly, he looks at my limp dick again, then turns to the women again,

"Please note that even if he does not particularly like this, others might." With this, he lightly rubs his crotch. Some of the women snigger.

"Ok then, the cane is not Alex' hidden sin. Let us see." He sets the cane aside and grabs one of my burning ass cheeks and I feel suddenly his large finger pressing against my sphincter. Before I know it, he presses and squeezes my anal ring with his fingers. Not bad, but not really arousing. 

"Hmmm, " Sergij presses and squeezes my ass appreciatingly, "he is a little cramped from the spanking, but we can handle that." The women now all look spellbound how Sergij opens is sports bag and choses a small tube. The bastard! I think.

Grinning widely, he squeezes a generous amount of lube on his hand and then returns behind me,

"Ladies, maybe your husbands do not know this, but any penetration is easier with a little lubrification." Without warning, he presses his middle finger hard against my ring muscle. I resist only very briefly, before the pain can really set in and I force myself to relax, let his rough finger penetrate my ass, spreading my ring and sliding into me.

"Thats a good boy," Sergij, appreciatingly squeezes my ass, "he lets me fingerfuck willingly his asshole." I see how the ladies move closer, want to see more of his finger that disappear in my firmly muscled ass. Suddenly, I feel a second finger and fell how he presses his finger deeper and deeper into my backside.

"Ahh, ladies, this is a real pleasure, Alex here seems not unexperienced with pleasures of the backdoor." 

"Oh look!" The bony lady squeeks excitedly."He is fluffing up, he likes being boned from the backend."

Sergij curiously looks at my dick which is as a matter of fact slightly fluffed up, and says, again all-teacher-style,

"I do not want to contradict you, but I think this is rather the effect of my fingers pressing against his prostate gland." The ladies look at him rather questioningly and Ellen says what they all think, "Prostate gland? He seems to have a stiffening rod, doesn't he?"

To illustrate his point, Sergij presses his finger deep into me, giving me this deep burning feeling of a prostate massage. 

"See, no full erection, just some stiffening. This is by the way something which has an effet on any man. I does, however, not mean that Alex here likes particularly being anally finger fucked. If on the other hand, Ellen, you can give me a hand...."

He grabs her hand and lays it around my halfmast stiffy. When I feel her dry warm hand, I immediately get harder.

She first seems to want to pull back, but Sergij holds her hand in place, then starts to slowly wank me with her hand. That is to much. In about two seconds, I go from slightly fluffy to „hand-me-a-nail-and-I-hammer-it-into-the-table"-stiff. 

Ellen stares at her handywork and starts to slowly wank me, grinning now from ear to ear. She smiles at Sergij first, then at her friends,

„He seems to like THAT."

Sergij grins back,

„You seem to have a good hand with strong men, Ellen." Everyone laughs out loud while I am bent over and feel her warm hand wanking my mast. And then she really surprises me,

„Who knows when I will see another dick like this one," she say, kneels downs and licks my dick head, slobbers over my shaft and swallows half of it. 

Her friends stare at her in disbelief while I now really enjoy the situation. Being sucked in front of all these ladies, and Ellen certainly knows what she does. She keeps a steady pace and god, she really sucks! I really get into things and I am ready to give her the best of me, my juice, when suddenly a voice is heard,

„Madame est servi." The French maid stares amazed at the scene in front of her, seven ladies staring with rapt attention at one of their friends sucking a muscled hung guy in a waitress' apron, he is bent over a sofa with several fingers of another guy up his bum.

She then shyly repeats in English,

„The dinner is ready."

Ellen slows her pendulum movement, opens her jaws, my hard dicks plops out of her mouth, she blinks her eyes as if she awakes from a dream, then jumps up.

The eartmother smiles and says then quite motherly to her friends,

„Let us have something to eat. I am sure the boys can play without us."

While her friends trundle over the the next room, she turns to Sergij,

„Give him a hard shafting with the big toy. We want to hear him come while we eat." She squints at Sergij, looks me up and down once more, then turns and follows her guests to the next room. 

Sergij opens his sports bag again and emerges with an absolute monster dildo. Certainly 10" long, black, but that is not the worst. It most be fully 5 inches wide, not at its tip, but towards its base.

I stare at him in horror. He approaches, then says to me,

„Moan!"

„What?"

„Moan, for god's sake, and not too little".

Not understanding, I moan loudly.

„Yep, thats good," he wispers, „moan longer," and while I moan, he wispers in my ear,

„If I impale you on this thing, I'll rip your ass open and it will all get very messy. Moan more."

„The lady of the manor likes this dildo, but hardly anyone else can take it. Moan, come on, moan louder." I moan and mooh.

„I suggest a deal." I moan more, but look up at him.

„I get the tip of this thing up your ass, not more, we smear goo all over it and you moan and mooh as if you were split in two and coming at the same time." I look horrified at the huge dildo, but clearly realise that he is right: the tip of the monster is clearly slimmer than the base, maybe 2 ½ inches not more, whereas the bottom is gigantic. If he impales me on this, he WILL rip me apart. 

I stare at him furiously, then ask,

„What's in it for you?"

„I have a nice appointment in half an hour, where someone really appreciates my treatment," he grins at me," Not somebody as ingrateful as you;"

Finally, I nod and feel how he immediately slides the monster through my ass crack. 

He smears it up and down my crack, and then I feel the knobbly head press against my ring. Remembering his instructions, I start to moan and gargle loudly. He grins at me and without warning rams the head of the monster into my ass. I scream and feel how my ass cramps around the bulbous head.

After that, Sergij moves it just slightly while I start to moan, sigh and finally pretend to come with high pitched, shuddering screams, mixed with moans. I breathe heavily and stay bent over while I feel how he pulls out the dildo from my ass. I pretend to be short of breath while I recover from the stretching I received. 

I do not feel like getting more attention from the earth lady and her frined. I just press myself up from the sofa, turn around and go upstairs, get dressed and leave as quickly as I can this oh so hospitable house.

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Driving home is a somewhat awkward experience, I feel how the monster's tip has stretched my ring but I am copeing remarkably well, but the whelts from the cane are much worse. In every bend of the road, I try to take the weight off the ass cheek that is at the outer side of the curve, failing each time miserable, which is punished by firy pain shooting through my bum.

I finally drive down the hill in front of our house and am surprised to see next to Anja's car a large BMW exactly like mine.

Looking at the license plate holder, I can read the leasing companies name. Yep, must be someone from the office. But who chooses a Chianti-coloured car 5series BMW with blue leather seats? Too flashy... looks really gay ... unless.. unless it is a woman.

„Arghhh," I think, "what is the office bitch doing at my house, and why now?" 

Do you have a bitch at the office? I don't mean 'do you have your personal bitch', but is in your office also a woman that is a real bitch? One that can do everything she wants because she has incredible looks, whenever she appears all the guy are salivating, and anyway this is a man's world, so she has to be even more macho than the rest of the bunch?

Well, meet Clarissa.

Clarissa is the office bitch in this field sales office I work in. See her, and you begin to salivate; she talks to you, it is getting hard to breathe. She makes some saucy remarks, you have problems to hide your erection and you gladly let her steal the ideas you had for a project.




Penance Day Ch. 04



Clarissa is not really tall, her heels are. You might call her the sporty type, maybe even very fit and well trained, but believe you me, that is not what springs to mind.

First thing that springs to mind is „TITS". They seem too big for her slender, willowy body. Maybe not TOO big, just BIG. Aggressive, round juicy tits like hers cannot be too big.

And she makes sure you know they are firm and round. Because even though she strictly adheres to the office dress code, it is amazing how much breast can be shown in a blouse that other women wear without anyone raising an eyebrow.

Clarissa always has two buttons too many open; she probably does not have any bras, at least I never saw her wear one. And believe me, if she wore one, she could not hide it. Not the way she wears her blouses.

And that is not the end of it: her perfectly muscled midriff is slightly tanned, a little diamond glistening in her belly button. But you would not see that.

You would look at her hips and her long thighs, hoping that she would turn around. And yes! she does. And you stare at the most perfect ass you have ever seen.

Round, firm, a little heavy maybe? No, she just is a woman, not a little boy. Ahhh, the muscles of that round ass playing under the tissue of her too short skirt. 

Yes, yes, Clarissa is an inspiring sight. Very much so. And she knows it. An she uses it to the max. To get up the hierarchy ladder, to get the good projects others deserve, to get the good ideas she does not have from others and to sell them on as her own. Furthermore, she is an evil rumour monger and loves to bring others down with a careless comment here, a seemingly innocent remark there.

If she was a guy, some one would have seriously roughed her up a long time ago. But she is no guy. The way things are, you try to steer clear of her in order to not be the next victim of her vicious designs. But you could probably stick her into a Hessian sack and tie it with a string; her raw, violent sex appeal would still ooze out.

Do you remember Angelina Jolie as Lara Croft? Imagine her tougher, with bigger, firmer breasts, greener eyes, everthing more aggressive, more arousing and more evil. 

That is our Clarissa.

And she is at my house. 

Why? I open the entrance door, see Anja chat with Clarissa. Ahh, the tits! They turn around.

„Ah, Honey, Clarissa popped in and wanted to have a chat with you. I told her that you were quiet busy when you'd come home." 

I try to give Anja a sign. „Not in front of her," the sign indicates. „If Clarissa has the slightest inkling about the games we play, we might as well do it in front of all my colleagues."

„What is she here for anyway?" I ask myself.

Clarissa flashes me her best smile while she inhales deeply. Her tits seem to grow even bigger, they look fabulous, I am not quiet sure if I should say 'under' her blouse, or 'out of' her blouse. 

„Hi Alex", she says, „ I wanted to have a chat with you on the methodology in the Winnendon project." 

Ahh, the bitch, I think, and feel how my erection grows in my pants. My nut sack contracts and I have a hard time to hide my growing excitement.

I developed the Winnendon methodology for one of my projects, it took me about six months, but every minute of work was worth it. And she wants to use it for one of her projects. „Over my dead body, bitch!" I think.

„But I seem to have come at the wrong moment." 

She turns around to Anja again. Yes, show me your fantastic ass. Ahhh, what a sight, brilliant, and the tell tale triangle above her ass cheeks. Yep, she wears a string under her gray skirt. What a glorious slut! My dick is as hard as a steel bar and pulses slightly. And yes, this is not the right moment. There is never a right moment to disturb the naughty games of Anja and I.

„Yep, we are rather busy, Clarissa, terribly sorry. Another time no problem, but today...." I enjoy saying this.

But then Anja contradicts:

„Ohh, that is not a problem, Clarissa. We have enough time." Anja stares at me defiantly.

I gesticulate hectically, indicate: „ No, don't, you don't know what you are doing." But Anja looks me right into the eyes when she says:

„Clarissa, stay a bit longer, we have some things to share with you." And while I still make No! No! signs, she adds:

„Alex, stop it, or I use he 'M'-word."

Clarissa looks at me, sees the last of my hasty arm movements, before Anja says:

„Alex, Mutabor". She then adds in a steely voice, „Downstairs, bedroom."

Anja did it, she mentioned the magic word. If I do not obey it, all hell breaks loose.

Ok, Clarissa will find ways to tell the whole world about the kinky games we play, in graphic details, shocked about our depravity. And we can be sure she will chose the situation and her audience very carefully for her revelations to have maximum impact. 

On the other hand, I have to serve the rest of my penance. Anja was very clear about what it would mean if I did not fully collaborate in our game. And „Mutabor" means „Do it now!" 

I mentally shrug my shoulders. It is better to look for a new job than to loose my wife. 

Clarissa looks at me in surprise as I walk past her and down the stairs towards our bedroom.

„You know the drill, come on now." Anja taps her foot impatiently.

I shrug my shoulders, then throw a long glance at Clarissa, who hesitatingly came down the stairs, stopping at the doorway of the bedroom.

„Fuck the job" I think, „that bitch is too hot. Let's make the best of this and show her."

I stare at her hard, then drop my pants and underpants, pull my shirt over my head. With a rageing hardon sticking out like a flag pole, I stand naked in front of my wife and the office bitch.

I turn around, feel Clarissa's eyes piercing the back of my head, then glide over my muscled back down to my ass cheeks, staying there and staring. I can feel the heat of her gaze.

„Got you, bitch!" I think, while I kneel on all fours onto the bed to go on with our penance ritual.

On all fours, my dick pulsing rigidly between my thighs, I look over my shoulder to see Clarissa slowly approaching, sensing the scandal she can cause. She moves slowly, gracious like a cat, licking her lips, her breasts slightly jiggling in her blouse.

Slap! a hard slap on my ass cheeks. „Stop dreaming, big boy! You have a story to tell". Anja calls my back to reality, and slaps me a second time on my ass.

I look back at Clarissa again, then while looking at her start to tell what had happened today at the brick townhouse. Anja's hand on my cheeks slides down in my ass crack, she descends over my ring to my balls, her cool hands on my swollen balls.

„Clarissa, come on closer, don't stay there at the door. Have a closer look." Anja waves her closer and Clarissa like a cat slowly approaches.

„So you were serving several ladies stark naked, and you enjoyed that, didn't you?"

„I wore an apron."

Slap! a light slap on my swollen testicles.

„Don't you argue with me." Anja berates me. „ Did you like it, yes or no?"

„Yes, I did". My rock hard cock starts dripping precum; there is no way of hiding my pleasure.

„What else happened?" Her hands continue to caress my bum, my cheeks and my nut sack without touching the shaft of my dick.

Clarissa steps closer now and without any shame inspects me from all sides like a fascinating beast, like a horse or something, walks slowly around us while Anja plays with me; Clarissa's breathing has accelerated, her face ever so slightly flushed, she seems to thoroughly enjoy the situation. And she is an absolute delight to watch as she prowls around us.

"Was there another guest?" Anja asks.

„Sergij was there, Mrs. Deuters manservant."

„Aha, and was he naked as you? Did he serve as a toy boy?"

„No, he was clad. He was the master of ceremonies."

Anja's hand gives my balls a light squeeze,

„What ceremonies? I see from the whelts on your ass that he whipped you. Clarissa, come here", Anja orders. She steps next to my wife, behind me, looking at my naked ass. Anja takes her hand and lies it on my ass cheek. „Here, do you feel the whelts?" Anja asks.

Clarissa's hand is cool and firm, she squeezes slightly, lets her hand wander over my gluteus muscle, squeezing it several times. She does not want to feel the whelts, she wants to grope my ass. I feel utterly vulnerable, naked on all fours, two stunning women looking at my ass and groping it, when Anja asks:

„You want to whip him some more?" I cannot believe my ears. 

I look over my shoulder at Anja, feel how Clarissa's hand continues to squeeze my cheek, slides a little further down, her thumb now brushing over my asshole. She seems seriously to consider the offer, then grins at Anja,

„Oh, no, I think you two should just get on with your ceremony." But she does not let go of my bum, I can feel her finger now on my ring again.

„Ok, then. Alex, what happened next?"

„They discussed how they made their husbands come, the different ways to get them going..."

„Aha, I see. And what did Sergij do?"

„He tried the different things."

„On who? On you?"

„Yes...." 

"Well oh well. Knowing Sergij is a kinky bastard, you are in for a good show, Clarissa! Did he make you come?"

„Yes, in the end."

Anja thoughtfully weighs my swollen nut sack in her hands, does she believe my white lie?

„How did he make you come?"

I hesitate. Slap! A hard hand hits on my ball sack.

„With a dildo! He made me come with a dildo!" I blurt out.

„Ahh, that is better", Anja says, then turning to Clarissa, who stills squeezes my cheeks, 

„Monsieur here likes the occasional poke in his bunghole, you know?"

I flush like a tomatoe ... and then see that Anja opened the nightstand and shows Clarissa a black dildo. Not a huge monster, but nevertheless quite big, about 2 inches across and 7 long.

Anja waves it invitingly in front of the bitch, then says, „You? Or you want me to do it?"

Clarissa grins,

„You go and give it to him, I'd rather enjoy the show", and she steps back, grinning at me while I do not know where to look. In the end I cannot avoid to stare at her fabulous tits again and at her incredibly smooth thighs showing under her too short wrap around skirt.

I feel a cool liquid running through my crack, baby oil to grease me up, then a cool fat dildo head spreading it over my rim and ring.

I kneel on all fours, my wife will impale me in a second on a big black rubber dick and the worst and most vicious gossip monger of our office watches and sees me liking it. And still I feel fine. 

Fine? I feel as if I might burst any second with pleasure. I see the saucy black-haired slut in front of me, her breathing getting laboured, her great tits hardly covered by her blouse, her nipples stiffening, she is staring at my hard-muscled body, my dripping dick; and I feel how my wife will stuff me with our big dildo.

Ahhmm, and here it comes .... Its soft hardness presses against my ring, I try to relax. I know that Anja will not give me the time to adapt to the dildo's girth. I try to relax inspite of the pain that will shoot through me in a moment.

My ring slowly stretches under the pressure, and there it goes... 

„Ahhhhhhh!" I scream, loud, desperate and incredibly aroused. Relentlessly, the thick soft hardness drills into me, fills me up, stretches me until I think I will burst.

„Ahhhhmmmmm.........„ 

I moan, half pain, half pleasure. No pity from Anja, she slowly pulls back and then immediately begins to pump me with the dong, deep long strokes and I feel how she touches my prostate gland... a burning sensation, time and again and my dick starts leaking heavily.

„Unbelievable." I feel a cool hand under my chin. Clarissa is bent forward, looking into my face. 

I have to stare a little deeper though, „Oh god, the best 'down-the-blouse" view ever" shoots through my head. Her breasts, large, heavy, with dark tips like iron spikes jiggle in her blouse.

Her hand squezes my jaws, it hurts. Clarissa stares into my eyes,

„Mister Muscle, Mister Ueber-Macho likes it up the ass. Well, well, well, if that is not a surprise. I want to see you whimper with pleasure while your wife does your asshole, sphincter boy." 

Anja comments this with some particularly violent dildo thrusts, that have me moan with pain.

„That's it, sphincter boy, moan for us!" and she pushes my chin away, prowls around us again.

„So, what else happened before? At the tea party?" Anja enquires, pumping.

„A...ooo... a lady... umphhh....suck... ahhh... sucked my... mphhhhh... my dick." I manage to spit out the sylables between dildo thrusts that nearly take my breath away.

„Never mind that, I want to see him come with a dildo up his ass, make him whimper and moan" Clarissa is on all fours on the bed now, staring at my dick and egging on Anja.

Anja gives me two hard thrusts again then,

„He will not come just like that, from a dick up his butt. He is kinky, but not gay. You have to encourage him a bit." 

She gives her a wide grin, takes Clarissa's hand and places it on my dripping cock, then starts pumping my ass again.

Her cool long fingers on my hard tool, stroking it lightly, smeared with my life juice. I think I'll melt away, but Anja's hard thrusts keep me off the edge.

„You can slow suck him that gets him grunting and panting like nothing else," Anja adds, grinning at Clarisa again.

Clarissa shakes her head, while slowly wanking my hard pole.

„Naaah, I don't like man juice."

„Up to you," Anja replies, „anyway, he shot his load already. He never shoots twice, and already the first shot is just a dribble. The second is a pathetic drip or two." 

Anja pumps my ass faster and faster, but Clarissa's slow strokes, her hard breathing, her proximity really gets to me, and I feel I am getting close.

All of a sudden, she says,

„Ahh, fuck, why not, I want to hear you sing, bugger boy." 

With that she slides under me, I feel her cool hand and then suddenly her warm mouth on my tip, engulfing my dripping pulsating helmet, then sliding further and further up my shaft.

And then she lies on her back, under me, her skirt falls sideways and I stare at her open thighs just under me, her slender toned legs spread, her skirt moving up and her crotch exposed. Her tiny champagne coloured silk pantie is utterly soaked with her juices, I can smell her pussy juice from her hardly covered, smooth snatch.

I hear her slurping, sucking on my dick and then, I can't take it anymore.

Deep within me the wave starts, I shiver, moan, louder and louder until I scream, and my sack tightens. I shudder and the first huge wave of sperm shoots out of my dick deep into Clarissa's throat.

She pulls back as far as she can, loses my tip, surprised, but I pin her down while I moan, and shoot, Anja pumps my ass and I hose down that hot bitch under me, soak her in sperm. 

A long ropey squirt shoots out over her hair, face, cheeks, mouth and her eyes, the next one over her neck and tits, her blouse and her hands, her belly and pants until her whole front, face, blouse, belly and pants are a single gooey, smeary mess.

She shrieks, slaps me, but I will not let her go. I clench my ass muscles, squeeze out every last little bit of fluid in my body and let it flow over her hot winding body, her screaming face ....

And then I am empty, happy, fall onto my side and grin up at two faces. Clarissa is still shrieking,

„You dirty bastard, look what you did, I'll sue your bloody pants off you twisted asshole." She scrambles off the bed, and storms out.

And Anja, laying the big dildo aside and snuggling up to me,

„I had a doubt that you hadn't come before, your balls were all hot and swollen." She chuckles and so do I, and I reply,

„I am not sure she will make her next client meeting."

We both laugh out loud.

"I seriously doubt it that Clarissa will tell anyone."

I take her in my arms and grin,

„I bet she does not. But you took a huge risk there, do you know that? I would have had to change jobs again, we would have moved possibly."

We lie against each other, calm, relaxed, exhausted, when she says,

„Yep, I realised that, and I still did it." She is quiet for a minute, then adds,"We should stop this stuff, it really takes us too far." 

Another long pause, then „Your penance is over, and we'll keep our sex life to ourselves, shall we?"

I just nod and fall asleep.