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Thank You, Ma'am

By: eagle_fire



I awake, blindfolded and naked. I am lying on the bed, spread eagle, with my arms and legs secured. She must have done this carefully, because it didn't wake me up. I have a tiny bit of movement, but it's not much. The ropes are pretty tight. I hear noises- matches striking...someone uncorks a bottle of wine. Then-

"Are you awake?" It is the voice I love best. My dominant. I know from the tone of her voice that I am at attention.

"Yes, ma'am." The next thing I know, something cold hits my stomach, my thighs, my breasts, my labia.

"What-?!?" "Silence! If you speak, even one word, I'll leave you tied up, frustrated, blindfolded, and alone."

Ok. I will definitely not be speaking. She walks over to the bed and starts rubbing my arms, massaging them gently. She has some kind of oil on her hands...it smells like apples. She glides her fingers lightly over my arms and rests them on my shoulders. Then she climbs up next to me, kissing and sucking on my fingers. I have never experienced anything this erotic. I'm going to come, and she's barely started.

She straddles my hand and positions herself- legs on either side of my arm, on hand on each side of my other hand, and I can sense her hovering over me.

"Touch me" she commands. I reach up to grasp her cock as she drops a breast to my mouth. I suckle it eagerly and begin to twist my hand around her cock, fondling her, brushing its head. She has already lubed it up for me, and she's so hot and hard. She presents me with her other breast, which I kiss just as happily as she plants tiny kisses all along my hairline. I know she's getting close- I can feel her tensing, and as she begins shaking and moaning she bends and sucks on my earlobe. I want to scream her name, but can't, I don't want her to leave me in this state. I keep thrusting and rubbing and sucking until she stops me – she's not ready to come yet. 

She climbs off my arms and moves to sit next to my stomach, where she begins to lick off whatever the cold stuff was that she put there earlier...I can only assume from the texture that it's whipped cream. She takes her time on my stomach, licking and kissing and rubbing; dipping her tongue into my belly button, and then she is moving up, up to my breasts where she repeats her ministrations, biting down just so on my swollen nipples as I arch my back and try not to scream....I am gasping and moaning as she licks the last bit of cream from my chest and moves up to my neck, sucking and biting so it hurts - just right, and then she is moving away again, repositioning herself, and suddenly I feel her lips, her tongue on my thighs, licking them clean, coming ever closer to my cunt, which is aching for attention. She starts on the outside and moves inward methodically, cleaning each layer of whipped cream slowly before starting on the next...her tongue is like a feather, like all the stars spinning around my head, and I am open and vulnerable and dripping.

She draws away and I almost plead, but my lips are sealed- she has bound me to silence. I feel something shove inside me, cold and hard and glass and I realize that this is the wine bottle she uncorked earlier. She angles it, pours wine deep into me, then draws out the bottle and laps up the wine that seeps from me, mixed with my own juices. She repeats this cycle until she's had her fill, and then brings the bottle to my lips. I taste myself, and her, and the sweet red wine, and I drink deeply.

She moves back down, one hand on each thigh, and gives her full attention to the wetness she finds there. Thrusting her tongue in and out of me, she nuzzles my clit with her nose, bringing me higher. She withdraws and enters me with one finger, two, three, four- stretching me, testing to see what I can withstand. I am aching for her, but I don't say a word. I might die if she leaves me like this, tied up and unable to do anything about it. 

I hear her open the lube and slather it liberally on her hand; she applies it to my entrance for good measure, although I'm sure I'm wetter than I've ever been. Slowly, so slowly, she pushes her entire fist into me, gently, kissing my clit and rubbing my stomach as she works her way all the way in, deeper, deeper. She starts to fuck me with her arm, slowly at first and then more frenzied as her own passion grows. Suddenly I am at the edge; she gives me a simple command: "Come." I go rigid, screaming and gasping and I can see waves crashing over the ocean, rivers of light pouring from the moon, stars and trees dancing and singing. It is more intense, more pure, sweeter, and richer than I have ever known. Orgasm doesn't quite cover it- it is too long, too beautiful. While I am still trying to catch my breath, she removes her fist and enters me – hard and fast.

She fucks me with purpose, her nails ripping into my skin, her teeth fastened on my nipple. I am gone; nothing remains of me except for her: her pleasure, her passion. She possesses me completely, we are one person, and she fills me to the brim. As she begins to shake with climax, she whispers in my ear, "Come again." And I do.

When we regain our breath, she collapses on top of me, hand on hand, breast on breast, and we kiss, sweetly, softly, gently. It lasts forever. I long to touch her, to return her embrace, to kiss every part of her, to take her into my mouth, but I am still tied up, and she's in charge. She bends and suckles my neck, my ears, and returns to my lips, kissing me until the orgasm has completely receded. Then she takes off my shackles, and oh so gently removes my blindfold.

We gaze into each other's eyes, living a thousand lives, dying a thousand deaths, speaking our hearts wordlessly. There are no words for this connection between us.

"Well done." She says.

All I can say is, "Thank you, ma'am." 

Thank You, Master



"But be prepared, this is going to hurt!"

That was the thought that ran through her mind on that humid afternoon. It was that thought that caused her anxiety and the butterflies in her stomach. Those were the words Master had said to her about the punishment she was going to receive. She swore to herself that she was going to be his "good little girl" and take whatever punishment he thought she deserved. But never in her wildest dreams did she expect what he had in store for her.

"You're late!" 

"Traffic."

As she cast her gaze upon the floor that was the only response she could utter, but she knew it wasn't a good enough excuse. He led her to the back door, the afternoon punishments were going to take place in the woods behind his house. She was beside herself with excitement, after all this would be a first for her. The walk through the woods was unusually quiet. He did not speak so therefore she remained silent. As her thoughts wondered her body began to tremble with anticipation.

"Where is Master taking me, what is he going to do?"

Then she saw what he had prepared in the clearing, laid out before her like a holiday feast. A rope, neatly curled up on the ground, a chain strung between two trees, a post with what she assumed were ankle restraints, and of course his black bag that held his many different sex toys and punishing tools. Her mind raced wondering what he had in it this time. She realized that he was being honest this was definitely going to hurt. She could feel her pussy becoming moist and hot in anticipation of what was to come. 

"Take off your shoes!"

"And now the pants!"

She quickly followed his instructions and discarded the articles of clothing by the tree. She stood in the sunlight dressed in exactly what he had wanted, a black corset, no bra, no panties and black stockings. She could feel the light breeze on her shaved pussy and was amazed by how good it felt, the slight grin on her face said it tickled.

She was feeling pretty comfortable when he bound her hands behind her back after all he had done that several times before. Next he restrained her ankles to the post which had been neatly placed on the ground where he wanted her to stand. First her right ankle and when he tapped her left foot she instinctively knew he was telling her to spread her legs farther apart so he could restrain the other.

"You will not speak unless spoken too, understand?"

"Um-hmm." She knew the correct answer was "Yes Sir" and was surprised that he had let her get by with it.

After carefully removing her glasses and setting them out of the way he put her in the dark. She had come to like the blindfold and the heightened awareness it gave her. Now she was completely focused on his breathing and tried to trace his movements by the sound of his footsteps. 

Behind her now, she felt him untie the laces of her corset. She felt the strings fall between her legs and his hand nearly brush against her pussy as he passed it from back to front. Her heart quickened as he pulled the strings upward toward her wet cunt. He ran the strings between her lips and her clit on both sides, and with just enough pressure to make its' presence known he then tied it around her neck. Now with every movement of her head the string gave a rubbing sensation that caused her pussy to ache with excitement.

She felt the pressure on her nipples as he applied the clamps and tried to avoid letting the pain show on her face. 

"Nice stars!"

"Thank you, Master."

She was delighted that he approved of her new nipple jewelry. She bought them because they were decorative and elegant. Master liked them because the stars were just sharp enough to deliver a nice pinch to her already sensitive nipples. She began to notice that whenever she slipped and let the pain show on her face she was quickly met with a hard, erotic kiss. Did he do this intentionally to take her mind away from the pain? Regardless of reason it worked.

"Beautiful nipples, but I'll save those for another day!"

She felt her face become warm, his compliment had made her blush. She wasn't used to a man talking to her the way he did, or how good it made her feel. 

She felt him slip a rope around the binds on her wrists and after a few moments realized that he had tied her hands to the chain that was stretched above her head, enabling her to bend over easier. Now he had access to whatever he wanted, be it her pussy or her ass, she knew this and the thought made her begin to sweat. She felt helpless and completely submissive, he could do what he wanted to her and she would be powerless to stop him.         

"If you fall it's really going to hurt!"

She could hear him rummaging through his "bag of tricks" and knew her punishment was about to begin. She let her mind wonder to the feeling of the finger that had just been buried deep in her pussy and the warm tongue that had just been massaging her swollen clit.

"Do you know why you are being punished?"

"Because I interrupted Masters' vacation."

She knew that even though it had been accidental she had interrupted him none the less, but she was in shock when he said,

"And?"

Her mind raced, how else had she disappointed him?

"Do you remember smacking MY ass with your belt last week?"

She giggled under her breath, she did remember but at the time didn't think it would come back to smack her on the ass! She now realized that he had let her think she had gotten away with it.

"Yes, Sir I remember."

"And you were late?"

"Yes, Sir."

Damn it! She had forgotten she had showed up late. Three strikes, she knew this was going to be intense.

"I want you to count out loud understood?"

"Yes Sir."

"That's my good girl."

"One" she knew with that first sting that he was using his thin wooden paddle, "Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten, Eleven, Twelve, Thirteen, Fourteen, Fifteen, Sixteen, Seventeen, Eighteen." To her relief the paddling had stopped.

"Again I want you to count out loud, understood?"

"Yes Sir"

"One" the first thud of the flogger was firm, a little intense and made her jump ever so slightly. She could feel the leather tails extend across her ass and wrap around her thigh. 

"Bad pussy, naughty pussy!"

She bit her lip as the flogger found its' way unexpectedly to her wet pussy and wrapped around to her belly, the pain it inflicted made her quiver. Then she could feel the tails brushing lightly over her warm ass and she knew she had just moments to recover.

Footsteps, he was moving around to the front of her and she waited anxiously for whatever he was going to do next. He grabbed her by the hair and pulled her head up to his. When she felt his mouth on hers she gladly accepted his generous offer. As he pressed his tongue deeper and deeper into her mouth she could feel the hard thud of the flogger on her pussy again, this time wrapping around to her ass. She tried to protest but couldn't since he was using his mouth to gag her. As he pulled away she softly said,

"Twenty-three."

"Good girl and now the belt!"

Her heart raced and she began to shake with a combination of fear and delight, she knew this was going to hurt like hell! 

"One," the first smack took her breath it had stung a little more than she expected. 

"Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten, Eleven, Twelve, Thirteen, Fourteen, Fifteen, Sixteen, Seventeen, Eighteen!" He landed the last of the swats with more force than all the others, emphasizing the end to the spanking portion of her punishment. 

By now she was on the verge of tears, her body was trembling, her knees were weak, her arms ached at the pressure of the restraints and her ass was on FIRE. However, she was feeling good about herself since she was taking all he was giving her so far, but she knew he was not done with her yet.

The warm goo that ran over the small of her back and down her ass offered little relief from the sting of the spanking she had just received. She could feel his fingers in her pussy and then he slipped a finger in her ass, Her whole body was aching, wanting him to finish her off but she knew he wasn't going to just yet, he knew how to drive her crazy. 

She could hear him back in the bag and hoped he was going after the butt plug, her favorite of all of his toys. Seconds later she felt the cool tip of the plug pressing against her tight hole, and the overwhelming sensation of it being gently, but firmly put up her ass. Slowly at first, and backing off whenever he sensed it was becoming too intense for her to handle. She knew it was in place when she felt her ring tighten over the base of the plug. She felt her body begin to shiver and thought she was going to cum instantly when he turned on the vibration.

"Good Girl!"

He released her from the chain overhead, the ankle restraints and her wrist bindings.

"Now get on your knees!"

Her every move caused her body to tremble with delight until finally she was on all fours, patiently waiting for him to make his next move. She felt more vibration as he slipped the cool metal shaft between her legs and rested it on her magic button.

"Take the dildo in your hand and hold it on your clit!"

Without question or comment she obeyed. As he began rubbing his hard dick against her wet sex she began to moan, finally he was going to give her what she wanted. He entered her slowly at first, teasing her in a way only he could. But as he got closer to his own release he grabbed her by the hips and began thrusting into her hard and fast. Her senses were on overload at the feel of him wildly fucking her pussy, the vibration of the butt plug and the vibrator that she was using on her clit, she could hold back no longer. She dropped the metal shaft to catch her balance as the intense pleasure rushed over her body like a sharp wave of electricity.

Her focus now turned to the vibrations she was receiving from the butt plug and the hot man fucking her pussy. Within minutes of the first she felt herself peek again, the result of the plug and the fact that he hit it every time he thrust into her. The pleasure wave that came with her second orgasm was so intense that she had to remind herself to breathe. Moments after she came he followed and she could feel his hot load fill her pussy. She loved to hear him moan and groan as he climaxed. It gave her a great feeling of satisfaction to know that she could give him so much pleasure. 

"Are you ready?"

She knew he was asking her if she was ready for him to take out the plug.

"Yes Sir."

A little force, a little wiggling and POP, the plug was free and she collapsed to the ground in complete exhausted satisfaction. As she lay on the cool earth she could feel the pulsing of her last orgasm inside her pussy and ass, she never knew so much pleasure could come out of so much pain.

Slowly she sat up and eventually found the strength to stand. Her knees were still week underneath her and she felt as though she wouldn't be able to make the walk through the woods back to the house. But a hot shower awaited them and she felt she had earned it.

The hot water offered welcome relaxation. When she felt his hands on her back she jumped realizing she was still coming down from the heightened state he had put her in. She melted into his touch as he began to wash her from head to toe. Amazed that he had become so gentle, flattered at how much affection he was now giving her.

As she gazed up into his eyes all she could say was, "Thank you, Master."



Thank You, Matt Brady



“Lazy Creek outfitters, Matt Brady, may I help you?”

“It’s me, Matt, Jerry O Leary. Hey, I’ve got something to run by you.”

“Shoot.”

“It is a mad house down here in corrections. Federal judge Collins had just ruled that we must decrease our prison population by thirty-five percent in the next three weeks. It is a follow-up to his order of last year that the governor chose to ignore. This order has teeth. Every day that the state is over, he will fine the state one-hundred-thousand dollars. I just came from a meeting. The governor has told my boss that he will be dammed if he will just turn these people loose. They came up with a plan to place the class A and class B offenders, the non-violent ones, with citizens who will be responsible for their conduct, in exchange for the convict working for the person for nothing during the term of their sentence.”

“Ha, ha, ha. You ought to put all those assholes on a chain gang working in Yellowstone park. Let them live in tents. If it is good enough for the US Army, it seems to me to be okay for some teen age asshole.”

“No can do. We would have a thousand lawsuits from the ACLU. Look, the Attorney General has run this idea by judge Collins. Collins said that he would okay its implementation, with the understanding that he would review it in a year.”

“The thought just crossed my mind, Jerry. Why are you calling me to tell me this?”

“When we last talked during that fishing trip, you said that you were having a hell of a time keeping wranglers to cook and watch the horses when you were out guiding hunters. I thought that you might be interested in one of these people?”

“How do I know that the son-of-a-bitch won’t run off with my horses?”

“That would double their sentence, as well as be a jail break.”

“How much control do I have over a guy while he is with me?”

“The orders say; the Convict Trustee shall have unlimited care, custody and control of said convict, including the right to inspect person, possessions, writings, and conversations.”

“Well, shit, I’ll give it a try. One last question. If I don’t think that it is working, can I return him to you?”

“Anytime?”

“Okay, what do I do?”

“The new prison complex is across the street from the entrance to Warren Air Force Base, just north of Cheyenne, off interstate 25. Can you get here about eleven tomorrow. The people convicted of anything in court the day before arrive here at eleven-thirty. We can pick someone from the computer list. I’ll cut the orders for you to pick the person up as they get off the bus, so that they won’t even have to go through the prison processing.”

“See you tomorrow.”

“Bye.”

Matt Brady and Jerry O Leary had both graduated the year before from the University of Wyoming with a criminal justice degree. Both had been on the judo team. Matt had spent his summers working for Lazy Creek Outfitters, a small outfit based at Riverton. Matt had fallen in love with the Shoshone drainage of the Wind River Range of the Rockies.

Old man Jake Johnston, who owned Lazy Creek, offered to sell it to Matt. He even carried some of the paper, so that the deal would go through. He liked Matt Brady, as did everyone who met him. A quiet, soft-spoken kid, who was always there when you needed him. Matt found a gem of humor in the most odd things, even cleaning out an outhouse pit. Jake saw something else in Matt. He had a wonderful touch with the mules and horses. He had an instinct as to how far to push a dude hunter, as well as where the game might be on a particular day. 

Jerry knew that Matt was a go-to guy. That is why he phoned him.

Jerry handed Matt the computer list with twenty-one names on it. “Here, pick you poison. All we have are the names and ages. The sheriff who drives them here has their files.”

The youngest person on the list was Sloan B. Woodman, age nineteen. Matt turned to Jerry. “Here, lets try this Woodman guy. Maybe his name will be a good omen?”

“I’ve got the paperwork all filed out, just have to fill in the name. There, take the papers with you to building C. Go to admitting. Show the papers to the guard. When the bus gets here, the guard will bring the prisoner to you, along with his papers. Your on your own then. In the papers, there is a sheet to show the prisoner. It explains your relationship. Give me a call in a few weeks to let me know how this is working for you. I could probably send two or three more your way if you want them. Good luck.”

“Be in touch, Jerry.”

The bus was a half hour late in arriving. It had both men and women prisoners on it. Matt was sitting sipping a Pepsi, with his straw hat tipped back on his head. A burly guard walked up to him. “Here is the folder on this one.” Turning to the prisoner, “Woodman, this man is in charge of you now.” He turned to return to processing the other prisoners.

Matt sat back on the bench. “There must be some mistake. I’m waiting for a Sloan Woodman. You’re a girl.”

With a frown, the girl said, “I’m Sloan Woodman. My folks kind of wanted a boy, so they hung Sloan on me. Where are you taking me?”

“Hell, I don’t know if I’m taking you anywhere. You were assigned to me under this new program to get prisoners out of the prison. Instead, they would work for someone for the duration of their time. I’m an outfitter. I need a person to be a wrangler, which is to cook and watch the horses for hunting parties in the mountains. You probably wouldn’t want to do that?”

“If I say no, what happens?”

“It is not quite that way. If I want to take you, you go with me. If I want to try someone else, you go sit in a cell until someone else wants you, if anyone does.”

“How much control will you have over me?”

“Here, read this.”

“Right to inspect person and possessions? Would you do that?”

Matt looked at Sloan with a big smile on his face. “You have never been in the mountains on a hunting trip. Let me tell you that the lady hunters want the guide very close by when they are doing their business in grizzly country. I’ve seen fifty pussies, so yours won’t be anything new. As for jumping you to have sex, I give you my word that neither I, nor anyone in my parties will demand sex from you. I‘ll tell you one thing. When I am in the backwoods for a couple weeks at a time, I would love for someone to wash my back with some hot sudsy water once in a while. I think that you would want the same. On second thought, I’d be less then honest with you if I were to tell you that I would not want to see you naked. From what I can see of you, in your baggy orange outfit, you are a good looking girl.”

“I could not stand being in an twelve by eight cell with three other women. I’ll go with you and try my best to be a wrangler.”

Matt drove to a Wall Mart. Leaving Sloan in his Ford F350, diesel, crew-cab pick-up, he went in to buy her some clothes. On route 135, just outside Sandy Draw he stopped in a pull out. 

“Change your clothes here. We aren’t going to tell anyone that you anything but a friend of mine who signed on for the season.”

With a puzzled look, Sloan replied. “Thank you for that, Matt Brady, I don’t know if your for real or not, yet, but I like what I see.”

At the dinner table, Matt asked. “What were you convicted of?”

“Prostitution. But I am not a prostitute I was railroaded.”

With his criminal justice background, Matt knew enough about the system to know that could happen, so he asked. “What happened?”

“I had gone to a photo shoot for prospective models. I became friendly with a girl by the name of Molly Palmer. A week ago, I saw her standing on a street corner. I could not pull over right there, so I parked down the block and walked back to speak with her. A car stopped right next to us. The guy asked, “So how much will it cost me for a half hour of straight sex?”

Molly said, “One hundred, fifty.” 

Two police cruisers pulled up. We were arrested. Both Molly and I told them that I was not working the streets. However, they found a list of men’s names in my purse. All contacts in Hollywood given to me to try to find work. Also, they found my photo shoot album. 

The prosecutor jumped on that. I had an indecency conviction a year ago in Florida. During spring break, I had gotten drunk. Like all the other girl. I flashed my breasts. I was unlucky and did it just as a cop arrived. 

The judge gave me a year in the can, with a lecture that he would clear the streets of sinners like me. You know what the real irony is in all this? I’m a virgin.”

“Ho, ho, ho, ha, ha. Jesus Christ, I’ve heard everything now. You know, I half-way believe you.”

“Why should I lie to you?”

“I should check your pussy to verify your story. Ha, ha.”

Getting very red in the face, Sloan angrily continued. “It is not funny. Those jerks have taken a year of my life. I want the dignity of at least one person knowing the truth. It might as well be you, since I belong to you for the next year. Here, God dammit. Look at my hole. I’m a Kotex girl. Not so much as a tampon has been in me, let alone some guy’s peter.”

With that, Sloan dropped her pants, walked over to Matt, turned from him, spread her legs, bent over and held her labia lips apart. Within two feet of Matt’s face was a shiny red split, with Sloan’s clit protruding like a small finger. Over that was a hole smaller then a dime. 

“May I touch you?”

“Yes.”

Gently, Matt placed his little finger at her hole. It would not go in with gentle pressure. He wet his finger with his mouth. This time, it slid into her.

With a look of astonishment, Matt sat back. “Pull you pants up. Oh my God, Sloan, you are telling the truth.”

“Stand up, Matt Brady.” 

When he did, she kissed him. It was a long slow kiss, with her body pressed against his. When she released his lips, she said, “Thank you Matt Brady. Thank you for not having me wear that orange suit here. Thank you for not forcing yourself on me. And most of all, thank you for hearing me out, and giving me an honest chance to explain myself. Lastly, thank you for not trying to put your peter, which I notice is pushing your pants out, in me, when I was exposed.”

Matt, red in the face from embarrassment, stammered out, “I could not do that. It would destroy the evidence.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Look, I have an idea. In a few days, I have three men coming here for me to take them on a bighorn sheep hunt. They may be able to help you.”

“Matt Brady, you are something. How could they help me?”

“One of them is associated with Harvard medical school. One has something to do with Boston General Hospital. The other guy is the dean of the Harvard law school.”

Sloan sat down, speechless. When she regained her composure, she spoke. “If I get this right, you are going to ask the doctors to examine me to verify that I am still a virgin. Then, ask the law dean to contact the authorities to contest my conviction. Would they do that? Would they get involved?”

“They are hunters, sportsman. I find that the kind of guys that pays thousands of dollars to come experience the wilderness are the finest men who walk the earth.”

“Matt, I don’t have any money to pay them.”

“Let’s see what happens.”

Two weeks later, Matt explained Sloan Woodman’s case to: Dr. Charles Rust, MD, OB/GYM, Dean of Harvard Medical school women’s medicine division, Dr. Claude Isabelle MD, OB/GYM, Director of women’s medicine at Boston General. And last but not least, Louis Nizer, LLB. Dean of the Harvard Law school. Sloan sat nearby. She was astounded by the fact that men like this would take the time to even listen to a case like hers. 

Dr. Rust turned to her. “Miss Woodman, if you wish, I will examine you, as will Dr. Isabelle. If Mr. Brady’s description of you is accurate, I think that we can do something for you.”

Sloan begin to sob. Tears poured down her face. She covered her face with her hands as her shoulders shook. Dr. Rust went and sat at her side. He pulled her to his chest. She continued to sob. “Here, here, young lady. Whatever we find, we will be in your corner. One way or the other, we will do something about this.”

The two doctors and Sloan were in the bedroom for only a few minutes. When they returned, Dr. Rust said to Dean Nizer. “Louis, both Claude and I agree that we are willing to testify to the fact that it is a medical certainty that this young lady has never had sex. Prostitute? Preposterous!”

Louis Nizer, who was reading, looked over his glasses at Matt. “Is Frank Coleman your sitting governor?”

“Yes Sir.”

“It is past five, I’ll phone him at home.”

On the phone, Dean Nizer said to the person that answered the Coleman’s phone. “Hello, this is Louis Nizer. I wish to speak to Governor Coleman.” There was a pause as that person tried to put him off. Nizer continued. “Oh, I think that he will want to speak to me. Tell him Dean Nizer is on the line. I’ll hold.”

“Yes, Coleman, how are you?… Yes, I’m fine… You have done well for yourself… Look, the reason that I am calling is that while visiting over here in Riverton, I have come across a miscarriage of justice. I want you to issue a pardon in the case tomorrow… Yes, tomorrow… Coleman, you know that I have a distaste for shoddy work. In this case, if the prosecutor had checked any of the evidence, or the condition of the defendant herself, there would never had been a prosecution… Yes, I know that you are busy. Let me put it this way. If I do not receive a faxed pardon by five PM tomorrow, I will present the case to a local attorney for suit, and will sit as lead council… Coleman, my witnesses are The dean of the Harvard medical school woman’s medicine division, and the director of women’s medicine for Boston General… I will fax the woman’s file along with the medical affidavits which prove her innocence… Thank you Coleman.” 

Turning to the doctors, Matt and Sloan, Nizer intoned. “He is a good man. Not a great lawyer. C plus student, as I recall. I had him on probation a few times. You‘ll get your pardon tomorrow. 

Let’s see, Matt, could we go over the maps where you are planning to set up our spike camp. As I recall you mentioned the little creek drainage.”

“With a smile Matt said, “Whoa. I have to have a quick pow-wow with Miss Woodman. Sloan, please join me in the office.”

Once in the office, Matt turned to Sloan. “Look gal, if you get that pardon tomorrow, will I be out of a wrangler?”

“Matt Brady, are you asking because you in a fix, or are you asking because you have an interest in me?”

Matt took her in his arms. He kissed her for a long time. It was a show of affection that he could not hide, he could not fake. As they parted, she jabbed him in the ribs with her fingers. Kidding, she added, “It seems that you have an interest in me, probably because I am a certified virgin.”

“Sloan, I’m a virgin too. Never found a girl that I was comfortable with.”

Sloan got a surprised look, then one of love. “Your sweet, Matt Brady. I think I’m going to like it around here.”

The faxed pardon came as promised. The doctors and Dean Nizer did not shoot a ram, but all signed up for a hunt the following year. Matt and Sloan found themselves alone for three days before the next party arrived.

During the hunt, they were tented in a spike camp at the ten-thousand foot level. With grizzly sign around, Matt would stand within ten feet of Sloan as she did her business in a pit he had dug for that purpose. She became accustomed to his seeing her bottom, naked.

Once back at the cabin, she walked from the bathroom to her bedroom with just a towel on. Matt come up to her to give her a kiss. Sloan let go of the towel, while pressing her naked body to his. She felt his cock rise in his pants. She ground her pelvic mount into his bulge.

“Hey, stop that. I’m only human.”

Sloan kissed him, while holding both sides of his head. Her hips gyrated as she continued to press her pubic mound against his now fully erect cock.

Matt reached down to run his hand up her pussy. He had heard that women got wet down there. Sloan was wet.He backed her into her bedroom, and gently lowered her to the bed. As fast as he could, he took off his clothes, to stand before her with his cock bobbing, pointing up. She never looked at it. Her eyes were on Matt’s face. She had a look of passion on her face. Matt lowered himself onto her. He fumbled with the end of his cock trying to place it at her entrance. She reached up to guide it. Now in place, he pushed trying to enter her. It did not go in.

Bewildered, he asked, “What do I do now?”

Sloan had heard girls talking about their first sex. One girl had told her that it took her boy friend three different nights to finally get his cock in her. Sloan would have none of that. Not with Matt Brady.

“Matt. Don’t worry about me. Put it in. Please.”

Matt slowly built up the pressure. Sloan turned her head and bit the pillow. Matt pushed harder. Sloan clenched her teeth. Matt thrust his ass as hard as he could. He ripped her hymen membrane, burying his cock to the balls in her. “Oh, oh, God, that hurt,” Sloan moaned out.

Matt pulled out. He kissed her on the forehead. He ran his finger across her brow. “Sloan, Honey, I’m so sorry. maybe we should wait for another night?”

Sloan opened her eyes. She tenderly kissed Matt on the lips. Sloan knew from what the other girls had said that once the guy was in, the hard part was over. “Matt, I have been wanting you in me since the night before I was pardoned. I have my sights set on you. I want to marry you. I want you to be the daddy for my children. Please put your cock in me.”

Matt slid his cock in Sloan. He raised up on his elbows. “Seems to me that I was just proposed to. Aren’t I the one who is supposed to do that?” 

As he was saying that, Sloan was undulating her hips so that her pussy was stirring Matt’s cock. “You better hurry up if your intention is to propose before you make me pregnant. I’m not on the pill.”

Matt’s cock was so hard he thought that it would burst. “Sloan Woodman, would you consent to be my wife?”

Sloan kissed him, as she thrust his pussy hard against his cock, causing him to thrust as hard as he could into her pussy, as his cock erupted with spurt after spurt of hot sperm, baby making sperm. Matt, who could find humor in anything, murmured, “Ha, ha, I take that as a yes.”

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Thank You, May I Have Another? Ch. 01



Like many stories on sites like these, this one has a similar thread. Lori and John had been college sweet hearts and married very young. They were successful in all aspects of life; home, family and business. John recently turned fifty and Lori was quickly approaching the mark. They were by all appearances the happy all American couple. Their two sons were both in college and they had begun to reacquaint themselves.

As young lovers they had been adventurous and spontaneous. Then the restrictions of parenthood and the stress of John's career put their sex life into a more routine and though not boring, a more sedate lifestyle. No longer did Lori surprise John at the door naked. Rarely did he pick up flowers, or take her roughly in the kitchen. In other words their life had become like most married couples; predictable.

Once their youngest went off to college Lori, started to work part time, donating her services to a community organization. 

Lori began to take more of an interest in her body. She had never let herself go, but she was a little heavier than she wanted and her hair and make up always took a second seat to her 'Mom' schedule. John, noticed and was pleased with her subtle changes and since he had built a very successful business he had the ability to be flexible with his time.

When both sons returned for Thanksgiving break they noticed their Mothers more trim figure and how she had given up the sweats and tennis shoes for more attractive clothes. Make no mistake, the boys knew from the glint in their Father's eye and the playful interaction, their parents had rekindled their love affair. Both left for school, pleased to see the happiness of their parents. If either boy thought along the lines of a better sex life they kept it to themselves.

Lori also began to spend some of her mornings on the internet. The vast amount of information fascinated her. In time she began to find sexual sites and found most of them boring and offensive. Somehow, she one day ended up in a BDSM story site and read a story about a dominate and submissive relationship. D/s for short. Lori found herself aroused by the story and searched for more similar in vein. She would often leave the den and masturbate in the bedroom while thinking of the stories; always putting herself in the submissive role.

Never being one to hide anything from her husband, one night after a few glasses of wine she showed John some of the story sites. He read through her favorites and really didn't respond one way or another. They made love that night, but no differently then any other night. Lori fell asleep, resigning herself to the fact dominate and submissive games didn't seem to appeal to John and she sighed thinking she would never experience the passion of the women in the stories.

A few weeks later, John began a plan he had been working on since that night. After much research and checking Lori's favorite sites on the computer he felt he had a fairly good idea what his conservative, prim and proper wife was looking for. An analytical and orderly man, John approached this like most things in his life; deliberately.

He left for work like any other day, Lori already gone for the morning to the gym for her aerobic class. As he passed the kitchen table, he stopped, opened his briefcase and placed a Manilla envelope on the table.

Lori returned, her body aching from the work out and her leotard wet with perspiration. A bottle of water in one hand and her gym bag in the other she keyed in the alarm code and headed for the bedroom to shower. As she dropped her keys, as John knew she would, on the table her eye caught her name in large letters written across a legal size envelope. She recognized her husband's penmanship and figured it was some papers she needed to drop off at the lawyers, being they had been updating their trust and will. 

She picked up the envelope and opened it. Inside was a single piece of paper with some text printed on it. Her eyes went to the first line and Lori stopped for a moment, put down her bag and water bottle and sat at the table. She felt her body respond to the words written.

Slut,

I will be home at seven sharp tonight. I expect the following orders to have been carried out. If not, there will be hell to pay. If this is not what you want, leave a message on my cell and it will never be mentioned again. Otherwise, here are your orders: 1. Shave your pussy

2. Go to the mall and purchase a black g-string and black thigh highs. I do not care if they are uncomfortable and annoying.

3. Purchase a pair of black 3 to 4 inch stiletto heels.

4. Go to a pet store and purchase a black dog collar and leash. I suggest you measure your neck with a piece of ribbon unless you want to try it on in the store.

5. At seven sharp. you will be wearing only the above items. You will be standing at the door with the leash in your mouth, legs spread at shoulder width and hands grasping your elbows behind your back.

6. Do not speak unless spoken to.

7. Refer to me only as 'Sir" and yourself as 'slut' All questions will be answered in full sentences.

John

Lori reread the words a dozen times. She could smell the odor of her perspiration mingling with the aroma of her pussy. She could not believe how close John had tapped into her secret thoughts. She went upstairs to her bathroom and removed her clothes. While the shower was warming up she looked at herself in the mirror. She saw a forty eight year old woman whose body had been good to her. Her breasts, sagged a bit but were nothing to be ashamed of. He stomach, while not rock hard, had a soft feminine curve that drew your eyes to the pussy below. Between her legs was a triangle of black hair. She had never been bald and hadn't really trimmed herself since this past summer. She smiled at herself, for she was pleased with what she saw. Lori knew, even now, her body would still catch men's glances when she entered a room. 

Her fingers drifted through her coarse, curly hair and her finger easily dipped into her wetness. She fingered herself to orgasm while staring at her reflection.

At seven sharp, Lori was feeling excited and a bit odd, standing in the foyer of her house, clad only in a g-string and stockings and heels. She had opted for the higher of the heels John had requested and felt her toes beginning to ache. For years she had only bought 'sensible' and 'comfortable' footwear. Her nipples stood at attention and she knew the small wisp of cloth between her legs was already soaked with her secretions. Somehow Lori felt more naked at that moment then if she had been sans any clothing.

As the door opened she fought to keep her eyes cast downward as most submissives did in her stories. She heard the footsteps of her husband and could sense it was him without actually seeing him. Lori felt his presence, but a few feet away from her. She saw his hand moving upward and felt his finger under her chin, lifting her head so their eyes would meet.

She saw a firm and emotionless expression on John's face, but she could see his pleasure in the deep brown eyes looking into hers.

"Hello, Slut," his voice cracked a little giving away his excitement.

She smiled and was about to reply when a finger to his lips quieted her. 

"Remember the rules! You will not speak, unless specifically asked to. The position you are in will be refereed to as 'Your greeting stance." Whenever I call or leave a note referring to you as 'slut', you will meet me dressed like this at the door. That includes when we are away at hotels and such. Therefore you best always bring your outfit."

His hand cupped her mound and she moaned as he pushed his palm against her. He was surprised at how wet she felt and when his finger slid by the g-string it entered into her cunt with a loud squishy sound. He saw her face redden from embarrassment.

"My slut is horny, I take it?"

"Yes, Sir"

His finger quickly withdrew from her pussy and he stepped back. He shook his head, as if disappointed and Lori remembered the list from that morning.

"I am sorry Sir, Yes, your slut is horny," she smiled and added, "very horny."

"You must be punished for not answering me in full sentences. Go to the bedroom, lie stomach down on the bed with your wrists crossed above your head. Your feet are to be flat on the floor and your legs spread. Hurry, I will be up shortly!"

Lori could not believe how quickly she responded; she felt funny running up the stairs with her tits bouncing and trying to balance on her heels. Yet she felt so excited at the same time. She followed his instructions and waited. And waited. After she saw twenty minutes pass on the digital clock on her night stand she heard him coming up the stairs. She could hear ice tinkling in a glass and guessed he had been nursing a drink downstairs while her legs were aching.

He stood behind her and kicked her legs a bit wider.

"When I say 'assume the position', this is how I expect to find you," he kicked her foot lightly and continued, "these will be refereed to as your 'spank me shoes'. Whenever you wear them you should expect punishment for whatever disobedience you have shown. You will thank me and ask for another during your punishment. If your arms ever move to ward off a blow, you will be tied and your punishment will be doubled."

His hand gently caressed her ass and she felt him softly slid her g-string to just above her knees. His hand cupped her pussy and his middle finger slipped easily inside.

"Who's cunt is this?"

"It is your cunt, Sir"

"And what can I do with it, slut?" his voice bellowed in their bedroom.

"Whatever you like, Sir," not entirely sure if that was an adequate sentence, Lori quickly added,"you can do whatever you like with your slut's cunt, Sir"

She felt him kneel behind her and his one hand spread her ass cheeks. The finger in her cunt slid out with an audible 'pop' and she felt it at the entrance to her asshole. As he slowly pushed it past her ring she tried to concentrate on relaxing herself. Anal play was an occasional part of their sex life, but she never much enjoyed it until this moment. She felt so wicked and degraded!

"Who's asshole is this?"

"It, it is your asshole, Sir...to use as you wish." Lori felt herself push back against his hand and shivered as his knuckle popped inside."

"Very good, slut." John's voice had deepened with self assurance. He pulled his finger out and with his left hand he pulled Lori's hair back, bringing her face off the bed. He took the finger that was in her cunt and ass and put it under her nose.

"You best be clean at these sessions, because you will be tasting whatever goes in your ass," with that he rubbed his finger on her lips and dropped her head on the bed.

"Remember to thank me for teaching you how to be better. These punishments are for your benefit."

With that he stood behind her and grabbed the leash. He pulled it hard enough so she felt the collar tighten and with his right hand he slapped her ass cheek. The room echoed from the cupped hand slap. The noise startled Lori much more than the actual hit. She really wished it would be harder.

"Well," he whispered.

"Thank you, May I have another?"

John, smiled to himself and compiled with her request. After fifteen swats on her cheeks he noticed the redness and wondered if he was hurting her. He stopped and listened to her heavy breathing and saw her hips pushing her pussy against the bed. Next time we better pull back the bedspread or it will have a permeant stain, he thought to himself.

"You did well, Slut," he pulled the leash and Lori stood on wobbly legs. Her eyes were wet with tears but her smile assured him she was not harmed in any way. "On your knees."

She dropped down in front of her husband of all these years and stared at the bulge in his levis. She wanted his cock more than ever. She was on fire.

He unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. It felt harder and bigger than ever before. He stroked it with one hand while his other rested on her head. He squeezed her forehead and directed her eyes to his.

"In time you will learn to obey and will be rewarded with pleasure," he rubbed his cock against her cheek, "but today you did not obey the rules. I cannot reward disobedience, no matter how insignificant it is."

He was now slapping her face with his cock. One cheek then the other, then her lips. He felt his desire building and knew he would climax soon. Lori had never liked to taste his cum and felt a facial was not sexy, but degrading. John was worried that she might not enjoy it and since this was just a game to spice up their sex life he directed his orgasm at her breasts. Shot after shot of cum splashed against her neck and tits. When he was done he smiled at her, tucked his cock in and stepped back. 

Lori looked sexy, on her knees covered in cum. John turned to walk away and probably since he had climaxed his voice was much less domineering then before.

"After you clean up, Honey, want to go get something to eat?"

Lori watched as he left the room and felt so let down. Not allowing her to cum could have been sexy in its own way, but this was such a let down. She knew now this was a game for him and, though she would enjoy it as often as he wished she felt an emptiness. She wanted more and was afraid John didn't have it in him to give it to her.

Lori scooped some of the cum from her chest and slowly rubbed it on her cheek. Why didn't he cum on my face, or hold my head and fuck my throat? She closed her eyes and fingered herself till she came.

End of Part 1 



Thank You, May I Have Another? Ch. 02



So began the new relationship between John and Lori. Make no mistake about it they both enjoyed it. Lori looked forward to the spankings and John's rough play. Rough for him. Yet the moment he reached his 'happy ending' it was over. He had no desire or care to continue the moment for her satisfaction. Yes, she came, he saw to that but Lori always wished he would explore their limits and push the envelope so to speak. They never really talked about it afterwards and that was part of the problem. John was almost ashamed of their behavior and preferred it was left unspoken.

Subtle shakes of her head or just looks from her eyes would let him know they were heading in a direction she didn't want to go. Lori played a wicked game. When he ordered her to spread her pantiless legs open in a bar her look told him she didn't want to. John would then switch directions while Lori sat their wishing he gave no quarter. Lori realized as a Mother, wife and respected member of the community her sensible side fought these urges. Yet her alter ego screamed for John to force her to give up those traits and release her inner slut. She could not do it on her own and knew John wouldn't be able to either. The sensible Lori knew it was for the best.

The service group Lori worked with choose her to represent their district in a meeting to be held in Napa in a few weeks. The meeting was just for a weekend, yet John arranged his schedule so they could stay for the entire week and do some wine tasting and touring of the area. Though they lived in the Bay Area, it had been quite awhile since their last visit to Napa. Lori was afraid John would be bored while she was in meetings for the first few days but he told her he would be fine and was planning on bringing his golf clubs along. It was quite an honor for Lori and she was looking forward to the trip.

John's only request was that Lori bring no pants and she was to dress nicely for the meeting and sexy for him after her colleagues left. He told her she could only wear G-strings or go without panties the entire trip. He smiled and reminded her to bring her outfit in case any punishment was necessary. Lori readily agreed and planned a shopping trip before they left.

The meeting was in Yountville at a fashionable hotel and resort. Lori had dressed in a very attractive skirt and blouse. Her heels were slightly high, but not excessive and she looked much like the conservative attractive older lady everyone thought she was. Only John knew her pussy was bald and uncovered.

He sat down at the bar off the lobby as Lori stood in line to register and check in. A gentleman about John's age, or a bit older was seated at the bar nearby. He had a flight of wines in front of him and without that snobbish 'I am a wine connoisseur' look' was tasting them.

"I wish I was better at understanding wines," John said to the man, "My name is John, sorry to bother you."

"No bother at all, I'm Frank. Well I had better know about wine since I buy for many of the finer restaurants on the East Coast." That explained the accent John thought. He reached out and they shook hands. Frank motioned to the bartender and told him to set up the same flight of four wines for John.

"No, I didn't mean to impose..I was just waiting for my wife to register and check in."

"Well, the way that line is it will be some time. Go ahead, these are four cabs from wineries around here. Quite good to."

They sat and talked about wine, Napa and their respective jobs. John found him to be an interesting gentleman. After a bit Frank noticed an overweight woman in sweats rumble through the lobby.

"I often have time to myself and I have become a bit of an observer of people. It is funny how they often resemble animals. Take that woman," he pointed at the fat lady, " she reminds me of a cow, and the man over there with the unruly beard. He looks like a walrus. The fellow pacing back and forth; a hyena. And her, he pointed at Lori. She reminds me of a show dog. The kind you see at dog shows, the bitch that has been there before and has a self assurance that comes with maturity. She is dressed up while all the other women are in sweats and pants, she looks like a champion."

John smiled and said, "Well, you called my wife a dog, but I think there was a compliment in there somewhere."

They both laughed and John wondered why the man spoke so freely. What if the fat lady had been his wife. John didn't think it would have fazed him one bit.

"You should be proud of her, John. She is a beautiful woman. And though I called her a bitch, it was a compliment. You do not see women dressed so nicely these days. For formal occasions, of course, but not for traveling. Now it is just comfort first."

The wine must of had a bit of an affect on John, or perhaps his wanting to gloat to this perfect stranger. 

"Well, she is dressed that way because I told her only skirts or dresses. No pants, no sneakers and most of all no sweats."

"Good looking and follows orders. You are a lucky man."

"Its a game we play," why am I telling him this John thought to himself, "She likes me to take control."

"Ah, a bit os D/s. Is it 24/7 or just a game?"

"Mostly a game. Sometimes I think she'd like more, but no, its a game. We have kids and friends and, no," he stammered, "no, we, well this weekend after the meeting, we are staying on and no one knows us. You know, a little spanking, a little dress up." Shut Up! John's brain screamed at him. "You understand about dominance and submission?"

"For me it has been a lifestyle, off and on for the past twenty five years. It cost me my marriage, I think. For her it was a game, for me a bit more."

Trying to change the subject John asked, "Tell me Frank, what kind of animal would you say we resemble."

Frank looked deep into John's eyes and answered, "John, we are both alike, I think. The wolf. They roam in packs, they are loyal and fierce. There is always an Alpha male in the pack, but all wolves think alike. They hunt, they kill and they fuck. Yes, I guess we'd do fine in a pack, as long as you knew who the Alpha male was." Frank lifted up his glass and both men toasted to their new friendship.

Frank excused himself and walked towards the front desk. He was quickly recognized and a staff member greeted him. John saw Frank point at him and Lori. He handed the employee, what looked like a tip and came back to the table.

"I bring a lot of business here and buy a lot of wine in this valley. So, John," he smiled, "I have a little clout. I have arranged for your room and registration to be fast tracked. They have even upgraded your room at no charge." He looked at his watch and stood, "I must be going, perhaps we can meet again. They have wine tastings in the evening."

"That is very nice of you, Frank," John noticed Lori being taken from the line and led to the VIP desk. "You really didn't need to."

"Of course I didn't, but I wanted to. By the way, if your wife is in meetings all day tomorrow would you like to golf. Do you golf, by the way?" He laughed.

"I love to, I brought my clubs, and was hoping to get on somewhere."

"Well, it just so happens, my partner in a tourney at Silverado Country Club canceled at the last minute. If you would join me, its all been paid for and I'd hate to see it go to waste."

John jumped at the chance and they made arrangements as when to meet in the morning. As Frank left the lobby, he pulled out his Razor cell phone and dialed his associate. He told him he had a big client and needed to bump him from the tourney the next day. The man was disappointed but knew not to argue or complain to Frank.

John walked over to Lori who had just finished with all the paper work. She told him about their upgrade and was surprised John knew all about it and listened as he described his new friend and golf partner.

The rooms were in clusters of four with two on the bottom floor and two upstairs. The stairs went up the middle of the building and the entrances were on the side. The two upper units were mirror images, with a bedroom, living room and kitchen. They had tall ceilings, fireplace and a balcony. There was an ivy lined trellis which separated the two balconies and the railing was solid to waist height. It was much nicer than the standard rooms and Lori was very pleased.

While Lori unpacked Frank went from the bedroom out onto the balcony. It seemed very private, not facing any other buildings and John began to wonder if he could play with Lori out here at night time.

Lori told John she forgot her make up bag in the car and asked if he would please retrieve it for her. John left the balcony and headed outside. As he walked down the stairs Frank was coming up.

"I hope you like your room, neighbor."

"Yes, it is nice, thanks again." John started to continue down the stairs and as he passed Frank, he felt Franks arm lightly touch his arm.

"If you feel your wife is in need of punishment, I would like it if you left the balcony door open."

Before John could even think of an answer Frank bounded up the stairs and went into his room. John felt a stirring in his manhood and was troubled by the thought of how he was excited about the prospect of this stranger listening in.

He returned to the room with Lori's bag and brought her out on the balcony to share the complimentary wine left by the hotel. She looked all around the balcony and back property and agreed with her husband the area was quite secluded.

John sat down, sipping his wine and told Lori he expected her out on the balcony, in her 'Greeting position' in five minutes. Lori stared down at her husband and forgot all their rules. 

"John, out here now...are you crazy. Anyway, what have I done to deserve any punishment?"

He raised his voice, partly to emphasis his seriousness and partly so Frank could hear.

"Well now you have increased your punishment by speaking to me in that tone. But to answer your question, since when do you start sending me on errands to fetch things you forgot."

Lori, again glanced around and felt rather secure in their privacy. After all these months of playing, this time John sounded much more in control. She felt herself getting wet and thought this might be fun.

"Well, slut?" his impatience could be heard in his voice.

"I am sorry Sir. This slut wasn't thinking. Please give me another chance. I will get ready right away."

John nodded his head and went back to his wine. He fought back the urge to smile and wondered if Frank was on the other side of the terrace. He heard a noise and turned. He saw a finger pushing through the ivy, making a small peep hole. John no longer needed to wonder.

A few minutes later he heard the sliding door open and he could hear Lori's heels echo off the wood floor of the balcony. She stopped and he fought the urge to look at her. Better to make her wait. John sipped at his wine and admired the view. Finally he stood and turned.

There stood his wife of all these years, looking more sexy than he could remember. Legs spread, arms behind her back and the leather leash in her mouth. She was dressed as she always did for these sessions. But in the sunlight, on a balcony in the Napa Valley she seemed so much more erotic.

He walked over and took the leash from her mouth. He pulled her into the center of the space, out of the shadows. Lori could feel the sun warm her breasts. She hoped he would give her no consideration, for once.

"Slut, I am very upset with your behavior. You are really a disobedient cunt," he paused as she flinched at the name. It was the first time he had called her that and he knew she did not like the word. She preferred slut, or bitch. "I am afraid you deserve a hard spanking. I had planned on doing it inside but your attitude makes me think the lesson would be better learned if it was administered here."

Lori gasped, he was serious!

"Sir, I am sorry, please can your slut be punished inside. Please." She gave him the look she had used before, but this time it had no effect. He pulled the leash till she stood right in front of him. He reached up and roughly twisted her nipple. He had never been this rough with her tits and the pain seemed to have a direct link to her pussy.

"Are you questioning me?"

"No. Sir, this slut is stupid and would never question you."

He released her nipple and dropped the leash. He stood to the side, away from the trellis. Lori was maybe three feet from the railing and was told by John to lean forward and grab the rail. She did as told and could feel her breast hang and sway below her. John grabbed her G-string and pulled it to her knees. He stepped back to look at her and glanced at the trellis and smiled.

The sunlight shined off her back and the curve of her ass. He brought his hand down hard on her ass. It stung, more than ever before. Lori could feel the moisture collect and wondered if it would break from her lips and drip down her legs.

"Thank you. May I have another?"

Ten times she asked and ten times he responded. Lori's ass was redder than he had ever seen and John began to feel he had gone to far. He pulled out his cock and stepped behind his wife and placed the head at her entrance.

"Do you want it, slut?" he rubbed the head up and down her wet slit.

"Please, please fuck your slut. Please."

He pushed it in and felt the warmth and moisture engulf him. Just as quickly he pulled out and could hear the disappointment in Lori's breath. John felt like he had to show Frank he was just as much an Alpha male as he.

"What will you do for this," he ribbed the cock against her engorged lips. "What will my slut do for me?"

Lori had lost all concept of her surroundings. She only had one thing on her mind; to cum on his cock, no matter what.

"Your slut will do whatever, anything...please fuck me. Please John, I need your cock."

John smiled, she had used his name. He had driven her to such a peak she was no longer in control of her thoughts. He would push her a bit more. He sunk himself into the warm abyss and again pulled out as she pleaded for more.

"Prove it to me. slid up and hang your tits over the balcony."

Lori paused for a second, trying to understand what he said. He wanted her to lean over the edge. She remembered they faced a wooded area, but what if someone was out for a stroll. He rubbed his cock again and Lori knew she had no choice. She moved slowly forward as did John, keeping himself against her moist lips. She stood part way and pushed her belly against the rough wood railing. Her breasts and upper body hung over the railing. Lori glanced and saw no one. 

"Please," she begged, "please, please...fuck...now."

John saw there was no one out behind their room and felt he had a few more minutes. He pushed himself all the way in and held Lori's hips. She waited for him to start to fuck her and when she realized he wasn't she tried to push back. His grip on her hips and his weight on her against the railing immobilized her.

"Do you want to cum?"

"Please..please, oh god, Johnny.." No longer was she concerned about proper etiquette or names, nor was he.

"Tell me you will do whatever I ask while we are here. Whatever." He gave a little thrust into her and continued, "If I want to lend you out to strange men and let them use you, you will do it for me?"

Not sure of what he was saying, Lori just kept mumbling, "yes, anything, yes, please."

Satisfied John released his grip and stepped slightly back so there was room to move. Without even speaking Lori knew what he wanted. Her final humiliation was going to be that John wasn't going to fuck her, she would have to do the work herself.

Lori started to rock back and forth on his cock and soon a series of mini orgasms began to rack her body, culminating in the strongest climax of her life. As soon as John felt her body rock he pulled her leash and stepped away. Lori half fell and half sat on the balcony, her legs splayed open and her body covered with sweat. She could not see him as she looked up because the sunlight was shining down into her eyes. She only heard the grunts and then felt the warm spunk splash against her face and chest.

He walked away and went into the room. He returned a minute later and placed a water bottle on the table and spoke.

"I am going to take a nap. You will stay out here until I am rested."

Lori tried to speak, but before the words left her parched throat John had left and she heard the sliding door locking. Her body ached, she wanted to shower, she was tired and wanted to nap in the bed with John. When she knocked on the window, John got up from the bed and looked at her. He paused for a few seconds as if unsure of himself. Finally he smiled, unlatched the door and went back to bed. Lori walked into the room, ignoring John and went directly to the bathroom to shower. As the hot water soothed her body she felt satisfied and surprised by John's more active role. Yet, she wondered, why he had let her in; a real Man would have left her on the balcony. 

End of Part 2