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Alicia Ch. 1

By: martyl40



Chapter 1 - Teacher

I have been teaching for 5 years...and already I am getting tired of it. I wake up...I go to work...I come back home to my wife and I go to sleep. So boring. Now before I go any further, I must explain that I am not a pervert. I have taught Grade 12 for a while now and I have seen my share of pretty girls come and go without thinking anything of them. But this year there is this one girl that stands out. She seems bright but unfortunately she is failing the class. I think she has been too busy with after school activities...if you know what I mean. 

Lets just say that she is very popular...and guys are always after her. I can't really blame them. Her name is Alicia, she is 19, about 5'6", short straight black hair, curvy in all the right places and is beautiful. I must admit that I had some "interesting" thoughts about her. Had she been 10 years younger I would have done anything for a date with her. So one day after school, somebody knocks on the door of my office and I ask them to come in. Alicia walks in. She is wearing a tiny skirt, I swear if it was a inch higher I would see her panties. She is also wearing an halter top which shows her toned midriff. In other words she is looking might sexy...and I feel a twinge in my pants. My cock reacting to the way she looked, shifting uncomfortably in my seat, I ask her:

"Hello Alicia...how may I help you?"

Chapter 2 - Student

"Well sir I need your help." I lean in over your desk to avoid talking so loudly. Without noticing that my chest (34d) was teasing you over your desk I go on to explain myself:

"My folks said that I had to get a job if I wanted to get a car. So I've been working at this..ummm...restaurant to earn some extra money. I've been working there for the past two months and I've had virtually no time to concentrate on my schoolwork." I look away for an instance to make sure no one was standing in the doorway. As I glance at the doorway I noticed that my work uniform was hanging out of my bookbag.

"That's where I need your help. I know I've been screwing. . .I mean messing up in class" As I was picking my words carefully I couldn't help but notice the unusual twitch in your pants as well as your constant shifting as I was talking to you. I stand up from your desk to turn around to my bookbag. I continue explaining as I bend over at the waist to tuck in my uniform, revealing my pantiless bottom:

"I wanted to know if there was ANY way that I could make the work up. I'd do anything for some extra credit. I just can't let my grades drop. My folks would make me quit my job and ground me. My boss has been kind enough to let me come into work a couple of hours late each day as long as I make it up the time on the weekend. So if you have anything that I could do for you for some extra credit, I'm all yours." I walk towards you behind your desk and squat down in front of you. I look up at you with desperation in my eyes. I catch a quick glance at the picture of your wife on your desk. I stand up in front of you and reach for your wifes picture and respond

"You must be a very happy man"

I lean down over your desk ,as you looked up at me, and wrote on one of your sticky pads. I folded the sticky pad in my hand and placed my hands on your muscular thighs. Almost as soon as my hands touched your thighs I quickly realized that I was completely out of place. I looked at your face and saw the most uncomfortable expression. Startled at what I was doing I dropped the folded up note at your feet and backed away in shame. I stumbled for my book bag as I rushed out of the room with my hands over my face.

Chapter 3 - Teacher

Before I have time to say anything to stop you, you are out of the room. What had just happened? Was she saying what I thought she was saying? I turned my chair around and got back behind the desk, realizing at the same time that I had a raging hard-on. Still in a daze, and not sure of what I doing I unzipped my pants and wrapped my hand around my swollen cock. I slowly start to stroke, thinking of you....imagining your naked body in front of me...my hands all over it, tracing every curve...when I suddenly come in my hands. I quickly clean myself up with a kleenex and feel keenly ashame of what I have just done. Not only are you only 19, but I am a married man.

What is wrong with me?

I am a happily married man. My wife is beautiful and we have a decent sex life. Granted, we are trying to have kids right now, so it has become kinda like a job, well not that it ever was that special...but the sex is satisfactory. Yes, that is a good word to describe it. And yet, by just having you in my office for less than 10 minutes with that outfit on, I cannot get you out of my mind. Then I remember that you have a problem. You work too hard. I seem to remember something about a restaurant...everything is kinda of in a haze. I turn around to look out of the window when I notice the piece of paper on the ground. I pick it up and unfold it.

"Come and see me work...please - Tonight 8:00pm - 1234 Main St."

Main St...that is not a nice part of town. But I resolve to go anyhow...one of my students need help, I cannot let her down. So at 7:30pm that evening, I tell my wife that I am heading for a drink with the boys (not sure why I lied) and head down to your workplace. It takes me a while to find the address, but I finally pull into the parking lot. I walk up to the door and realize that this is not really a restaurant, but a strip bar. I look at the poster advertising what is going on on this night and see your picture, dressed as a pirvate school student. I think about turning around to my wife...but don't. I walk into the bar and see you on the dance floor...having just started your routine.

Chapter 4 - Student

The lollipop music started as I walked from behind the curtain in my catholic school girl uniform outfit.

I began my strut on the stage with my blouse opened and yet tied up in the front to shape my breasts, kneehighs, glasses, tall red pumps, my hair was tied up, my lunchbox, and of course the school girl skirt. The lights in the club are always bright so I could only se the gentlemen in the front. making obsevations of the gentlemen up front I walk towards the gentlemen that was talking to my boss with his back to me. I bent over at the waist, revealing my near bare bottom and placed my lunchbox on the floor of the stage. I slowly swayed my hips down to the music until I was squatting with my knees apart behind the man.

As i continued to put on a show I noticed my boss glancing at me while he continued to talk to the man. My skirt just barely draped over my crotch. i opened the lunch box to pull out a fairly large lollipop. I puckered up and slowly pushed the lollipop between my lips. I could hear the crowd get louder with OOO's and AAHHH's. The gentlemen was still trapped by boss in conversation. My boss gave me the eyebrow look while the man was talking. Lifting up the back of my skirt to reveal my black silk thong, I lifted my ass up into the air and stretched my legs out for the boys behind me. 

With my hands on the stage and my ass bobbing in the air I began sucking the lollipop in and out until the man finally turned around. From there I got back into the squatting position and removed the lollipop from my mouth and slowly moved it towards the mans mouth. he gladly extended his tongue to take it in. I heard one man yell out "Now that's one lucky motherf*****". 

As I licked my lips at him he pulled his left hand out of his pocket and started to place a hundred dollar bill in my waistband. I gave my boss a quick look and he pointed down and I knew exactly what that meant. I met the mans hand half way and guided his hand underneath my skirt. I shifted my thong over and told the man to place it in the vault. 

He placed the bill into the crotch of my thong. He didnt pull his hand away without running his hand across my now wet pussy. I threw my head back in blist. He just mirked and turned back to my boss. He said something to my boss and then shook his head. They shook hands and the man left. My boss gave me a thumbs up. I turned my attention back to the rest of the crowd and resumed my dance. I strutted over to the opposite side of the stage and went to my knees in front of a younger guy that looked about 20 or so. He smiled as I untied my blouse and peeled it off to reveal my chest (34d's). 

i reached for his hands and pulled them to the fasten of my bra. he quickly unfastened me and my strapless bra easily fell to the floor. i walked away and grabbed onto the pole. I began to unzip my skirt but then changed my mind. I turned around and bent over at the waist again. I reached under my skirt and lifted it up. I unhooked the thong at the sides and let them fall to my ankles. One man up front looked more than eager to get them. The now dripping thongs were hanging from the tip of my heels as my leg was up and wrapped around the pole. i rubbed my now naked pussy up and down the pole. The crowd still cheered for a clear look at my pussy. 

Playing to the crowd, I came from behind the pole with my back ,again, to the crowd. I unzipped my skirt and let it fall. I stepped out of my skirt and stretched my legs apart and bent over. I began to rub myself for the guys. I walked down from the stage with my lunchbox and collected what looked like my best collection of he week. Once I got back stage my boss came up to me and handed me a thick envelope. He grinned and said thank you. I went to the back and got dressed. I normally took the back exit to the parking lot but tonight I walked back through the crowd. As i had expected I got a few comments and remarks. i almost made it to the door when i saw my teacher.

"Oh god, the paper." I nearly swallowed my tongue. i walked up to him and started to apologize for my behavior when . . .

Chapter 5 - Teacher

My eyes are glued on Alicia throughout the whole set, my cock swelling to almost grotesque size. The whole time I wanted to move closer to be one of the guys who got to touch her, but I knew I could not. The embarassement would be overwhelming. But at the same time I wanted to run to the stage and wrap some clothes around her body, take her away from these leering perverts. And then I realized that I was one of those leering perverts, that I was looking at her as if she was an object, something put on this earth to be looked at, to be enjoyed.

The feeling of protection I had quickly disappeared, quickly being swallowed by pure and unaldurated lust. A few times I even managed to slip my hand in my pants and give myself a few strokes, the lights dark enough in the club. So this explained what she was trying to tell me today, why her grades had been going downhill in the past couple of months. No wonder, she must work late in the evenings. Not too mention that this was very illegal, her being 19. 

I wonder if the her boss knows that, or if she lied. When she finished her routine, I walked over to the bar and ordered a few beers, hoping to extinguish the flame that my student had started in me.

What was I doing? Here I am, having lied to my wife, but not caring. Only thinking of her, her luscious lips wrapped around my cock. God, that thought was driving me crazy, not able to get it out of my head. And just as I am reaching the part in my head where I cum in her mouth, I notice her walking from behind the stage towards me. I try to hide but too late, the next thing I know she is in front of me. 

She is wearing a red halter top, that barely conceal her gorgeous breasts, and a pair of skin tight blue jeans. She is about to say something when....she notices the obvious swelling in my pants. An embarrassed smile on her face is replaced by a slight grin. Damn...she knows how much I want her. She knows she can probably get me to do anything for her, even change her grades. Just as I am about to greet her, I realize that my eyes have been glued on her cleavage instead of her eyes the whole time. I quickly look up, noticing for the first time her beautiful green eyes.

"Hello Alicia...uhm...that was a great show."

She takes the stool next to me, her hand brushing my thigh. No sign of embarrassment in her face.

"Hi Mr. Lowe. I hope you enjoyed it!" She replies, a slight glance towards my crotch. And that is when I knew. On this night, I would do things I had never done before, things I would not be proud of, and only one of which consisted of cheating on my wife. The scary thing was I could not thing of something I wanted more. You could say I lost control. So I asked:

"So....Alicia...what else do you do here?"

Alicia Ch. 10



Warning! This story contains material of an adult nature and is intended for mature readers and for personal use only. No copyright infringement is intended.

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Alicia was sitting, curled up in a large, comfortable armchair, in the library, reading a book, when Arnie walked in. He strode over and kissed her, affectionately, on the forehead.

"Good evening, my sweet!" he murmured, good-humouredly. "Did you take those pink pills I gave you, for your stomach upset?"

"Mmm, yes thank you, darling. I feel fine now!" she replied, with a smile.

"Good! Daddy has bought you a little present, just like he promised!" The racketeer had been most pleased with the way she'd kept his special guests entertained, the night before last, and had bought her a little gift, as promised.

Butch entered the room, carrying a large cardboard box, that he had fetched from the trunk of the Mercedes, and dumped it on top of the large, antique, mahogany table. "Anything else boss?" the hulking gorilla boomed, in his deep voice.

"No, that will be all for tonight, Butch!" Arnie replied, without bothering to look up from Alicia's pretty face.

Alicia gave a little shudder, as she stared at the hulking hoodlum. She could still recall Butch's knife plunging into the body of Stephen Smith. She shook her head, and looked back up to Arnie's face. "Thank you darling!" she purred, before pursing her red lips, and accepting Arnie's brief kiss.

She pulled up her narrow shoulder strap, which had slipped down, and arose from the chair. Arnie watched the sexy sway of her shapely derriere, beneath the short, clinging dress, as she walked over to the table. "What is it?" she asked, excitedly, hoping to spot a clue.

"Why don't you go to your room and try it on?" Arnie replied, with a grin. "Then you can come back down and thank your daddy properly!"

She looked at him, with a slightly raised eyebrow, then smiled, and nodded. "Sure, honey!" She picked up the large package, and hurried off to her room, almost dying with feminine curiosity.

-oOo-

As soon as she entered her bedroom, Alicia dropped the large gift box onto the bed, and tore at the pink ribbon holding the lid in place. The ribbon unraveled, and she pulled off the top, and gasped with surprise. "Oh my," she exclaimed, as she gingerly lifted the ocelot fur coat out of the box, "this must have cost thousands?" She held the soft, luxurious fur up against her cheek. It was definitely the real McCoy! She had never, in her wildest dreams, thought she would ever own a coat as expensive as this. She hurried over to the full length mirror, and slipped it on.

-oOo-

"Arnie, darling, it's the most beautiful gift anyone has ever bought me!" Alicia gushed, as she walked back into the library, wearing her new coat.

As he looked up from the paperwork on his desk, she did a quick, theatrical twirl, clutching the fur about herself. The fur coat reached down to about mid thigh, and seemed to be a perfect fit. "I hope you're going to show me just how grateful you really are?" he murmured, with a satisfied grin. "That coat cost me over five grand!"

"Tra-la!" Standing, legs astride, Alicia threw the front of the ocelot coat wide open. Beneath the fur, she was totally naked, apart from her red, high-heeled shoes, and a pair of 15 denier, self-supporting stockings, with lacy. black tops. "Alicia can't wait to show her daddy just how grateful she can be!" she said, huskily, walking toward him, with a sexy sway of her hips.

She spun his executive armchair around, and moved her hands to the zip of his fly. She quickly unzipped and unfastened his trousers, and pulled them about his knees, immediately followed by his Y-fronts. She quickly stroked his penis into full erection, then climbed astride his chair, sliding the bottoms of her thighs along the smooth, wooden armrests, until her sex was positioned up against his almost vertical erection.

She raised up her hips and positioning the dark, circumcised head at the entrance to her pussy, then sank down on it, with a loud, contented sigh, as it entered her. She shuffled her bum, until she was sitting fully in his lap, absorbing as much of his shaft as was possible, in the circumstances. She then wrapped her arms around his neck and gave him a deep, passionate kiss, whilst his hands played with her naked breasts, teasing the prominent nipples into full, springy firmness.

She finally broke the kiss, panting. "Alicia can be very, very grateful!" she said, huskily. She had been experiencing an unaccustomed buzz, all afternoon, and couldn't wait to indulge in some good, sweaty sex!

He grinned and lowered his face to kiss and lick her breasts. She really was the sexiest female he'd ever met!

"Mmmm!" She arched her back, and began to raise and lower her hips, riding his thick, veiny shaft, the fingers of her right hand playing with her throbbing clit, in attempt to shorten the time to her first orgasm. The ocelot coat slipped off her smooth, olive-skinned shoulders, and she withdrew her arms, allowing it to pile up against the tops of her buttocks.

Arnie gasped with pleasure, as the girl began to rotate her hips, her powerful cunt muscles, gripping his throbbing shaft, as it moved in and out of her, never quite escaping the clutches of her tightly stretched labia, on each up stroke. His own hips were moving now, jerking up to greet her, each time she plunged down onto his throbbing gristle, small grunts escaping from between his slack lips.

"Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh..." His hands gripped her waist, helping her, guiding her, as he felt his climax approaching, needing to relieve the almost painful pressure that had built up in his testicles.

"Uuuunngh!" With a loud grunt, he orgasmed, shooting his feral load into her hot, tight receptacle.

The girl responded, grinding her crotch against his, and pulling frantically, at her swollen, throbbing nubbin, with her fingertips.

"Aaaaagh! Uuuuunngh!" The girl threw her head back, with a gasping cry, as her clasping sheath began to spasm, uncontrollably, about his penis. Her hips bucked and squirmed, in the grip of her orgasm, as his cock continued to pump its contents into her, mixing with her own copious secretions, and seeping out over his balls and stomach.

She continued to ride his lance, until she had milked it dry, and she felt it start to shrivel and soften, then, opening her eyes, she leant forward and gently kissed him on the mouth. "Thank you darling!" she murmured, gratefully, before offering a rock-hard nipple up to his mouth.

-oOo-

Mike glanced at his watch and frowned. Angelica had telephoned him earlier, to say that one of Arnie Sidebottom's hoodlums, Bull Dallagio, had come into the Pink Flamingo, earlier in the evening. He'd rushed straight over, but there was no sign of the girl, or anyone who might fit the description of one of Arnie's two massive minders?

He turned back to the bar, and signaled the bartender to bring him another Jack Daniels.

The young, slightly effeminate looking, barman brought his drink over. "That'll be three-fifty, Sir!" he murmured, smiling at Mike.

Mike noticed that he was wearing lipstick and make-up. "A queer," he thought, filled with disgust, as he handed over a fiver. "And bring me the change!" he growled. "By the way, where's Angelica tonight?" he asked, as the barman minced back over to him, with his change.

The youth gave him a sour glance, obviously miffed because he hadn't received a tip. "She's not performing tonight!" he snapped.

"But she's around, somewhere, isn't she?"

The barman shrugged. "She was around earlier, talking to some big, ugly looking fellow!"

When he offered no further enlightenment, Mike took an annoyed pull at his Jack Daniels. "What's the silly bitch up to?" he wondered, becoming more worried for her, than annoyed.

-oOo-

The sound of rhythmical grunting and gasping, and the squeaking of bedsprings, was coming from Angelica's room upstairs. Angelica was lying on her back, her skirt up about her waist, her massive, naked boobs bouncing up and down against her chest, above the low neckline, as the huge, muscular man between her thighs, pounded into her naked pussy. Her long legs were entwined about his surging hips, her skimpy panties dangling from one trim ankle.

Bull thrust into her again and again. His aching balls felt as if they were about to explode from the pressure that had built up in them. He could hardly believe his good fortune. The groaning, writhing female beneath him, was an absolute stunner. He wasn't used to classy-looking women coming on to him so strong, like she had done, but he was never one to shun an opportunity, so when she'd invited him up to her room, he'd readily agreed.

He could feel his climax approaching, as he reached out and fondled her big tits, flicking the already hard, erect nipples, with his forefingers, and squeezing the two mounds of shapely tit flesh together.

The girl gasped and surged with pleasure, arching her back up off the bed, her big, blue eyes now squeezed tightly shut. "Oh, yes, yes, yesss!" she gasped.

"Uh, uh, uh, unnnngghh!" With a gasping grunt, Bull ejaculated powerfully, into the girl's sopping pussy, momentarily breaking his rhythmical pumping, before resuming his animal-like rutting.

The stripper seemed to sense his climax, and clenched and relaxed the muscles of her vulva, expertly milking his spurting cock, until it was finally drained.

As his erection started to collapse, his cock slithered, wetly from her sopping love tunnel, and he slumped down on top of her, then rolled off to one side, panting heavily, as he lay there on his back. "That was great, babe!" he gasped, not that he was a particular expert on fucking.

The platinum blonde sighed, contentedly, as she sprawled out, lewdly, beside him. She certainly looked a sight, with her large, shapely boobs tumbling out of the top of her low-cut dress, and her skirt up around her waist. She was naked from the waist down, apart from a pair of lacy-topped, self-supporting stockings. Her naked pubes were glistening with his cum, which oozed slowly from between her puffy nether lips. "That was the best sex I've had for ages!" she lied, her big, blue eyes fluttering open, as she turned to gaze at him, adoringly.

He stared back at her, with a smug grin on his ugly, Neanderthal mush. "Well, ah, I am a bit of a tiger, when I really get going!" he replied, immodestly.

She rolled over suddenly, and his crotch disappeared under a mass of long, wavy blonde hair.

He jerked and shuddered, as her hot, wet tongue began to lave clean his soft penis and testicles. "Jesus, this bitch is too fucking much!" he mentally gasped, his limp cock twitching in her gentle grasp.

Suddenly her face lifted from his crotch, partially obscured by her long tresses. Her nose and chin glistened with his cum. "Tell me more about this boss of yours?" she murmured, demurely.

"Arnie?" Bull muttered, blinking, caught a little off balance by the surprise switch in subject matter. "Arnie's one of the most powerful and rich men in the Southeast. He controls most of the traffic in hard drugs in London, not to mention a half dozen other lucrative rackets. He's got this huge mansion over at Borehamwood. Believe me, babe, he ain't a man to mess with!" he added, darkly.

"Tell me more about this new girl of his?" she asked innocently, squeezing her breasts together, with both hands. "Is she as pretty as me?" She fluttered her false eyelashes at him, as she spoke, and deliberately spread her legs further apart, so he could see her glistening, wet pussy.

"Who, Alicia? Well, she's a real sexy lady, with a superb body! She's drop-dead gorgeous! She and the boss have been an item for several weeks now!"

Angelica felt a pang of jealousy, and noticed that Bull's erection swiftly returning, as he eulogized about the girl. There was a strange, intense gleam in his dark sunken eyes.

He glanced over at the buxom blonde stripper and shook his head. "She ain't nothin' like you, babe. She's much slimmer, and she's a brunette! You do both have one thing in common though, or so I'm reliably informed!" he added, hastily.

"Oh yeah, what's that?" Angelica's eyes widened with sudden curiosity.

"You both fuck like rattlesnakes!"

"Thank you kind Sir!" she murmured, taking this as a back-handed compliment, before enveloping his erection with her hot, moist mouth. She went down on him, then blew him out again. "My, my, we do have the most amazing recuperative powers, don't we?" she murmured, eying his erection.

"Stop jawing woman, and blow me!" he croaked.



Alicia Ch. 10



The dishes had been loaded into the dishwasher. The kitchen had been cleaned, the condo picked up. Everything was back in order. I made a final walk- through, checking the front door and the sliding-glass door, setting the burglar alarm, turning off lights.

I slid into bed beside Alicia, and she said, "So, what is this confession about?"

"Well, Mistress, I was just going to say that, Twyla made a pass at me while we were in the kitchen together."

"Oh yeah?" she asked. "And how did you respond?"

"I pushed her away, of course."

"Well, that little bitch," Alicia said quietly. She looked at me. "If you pushed her away, then why tell me? What's the problem?"

I looked down. "The problem is, Mistress, that I felt a little--just a little--attracted to her."

Her eyebrows shot up. "Oh yeah? And now you're feeling guilty and need to tell me about it. Is that it?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Well, Phillip, what do you think I should do about it?"

I could feel the blush rising in my cheeks. It was always this way when I had to ask for my punishment. "I think I should be spanked--spanked hard, Mistress."

In a strangely quiet voice, Alicia said, "Yes, I think you should be spanked, too. I cannot believe that you would be attracted to that little tart, when you've got me. Get naked right now!" she barked.

I jumped out of bed and removed my undershirt and shorts quickly. Alicia leaned over and got the wooden-handled hairbrush out of the bedside table. "Get over my lap, Phillip. Move!"

I immediately crawled onto the bed and over her lap. "Do you know why you're getting this?" she asked.

"Yes, Mistress!"

"Why?"

"I'm getting it because I was flirting with Twyla."

"That's right. And if I ever hear of you doing anything like that again, I'll beat you to within an inch of your life. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"You'd better." She said no more, just began spanking me, first with her hard hand--I hadn't felt it in a while, it had been the hairbrush lately. Her hand was just as strong and hard as always. The first stinging slaps were squarely on my butt, then she moved down to my thighs, then back up again. She didn't spank fast, but she spanked hard, and the room rang with the sharp sound of skin against skin. At first, the spanking warmed me, but soon it began to really hurt. I tried to squirm away, but Alicia's hand found me wherever I went. On and on, her hand came down on my ass. I clenched my teeth to keep from crying out, but soon, I was gasping and yelping with the pain. Finally, a reprieve. The spanking stopped.

"How does this feel?" Alicia asked.

Through clenched teeth, I said, "It hurts, Mistress."

"Not as much as it's going to hurt," she said, and began hitting me with the hairbrush.

The hairbrush was harder, but flatter, so the impact was spread out slightly. It was both easier to take and harder. Alicia's hand could get tired or tender; the hairbrush never got tired. It's only limitation was the strength in Alicia's arm. Believe me, Alicia had a strong arm.

The blows rained down on me. I was sure that the backs of my legs, and my butt, were fiery red. I could hear Alicia grunting a little with each stroke, feel her spittle as it dropped onto my sore skin. As the beating went on, I realized that this was not a love spank. Alicia was really pissed off at me. At one point, the pain became so bad, that I passed into a state of semi consciousness. It was then that I realized that I had hurt Alicia's feelings. I hadn't been aware when I told her about my encounter with Twyla, that she would take it so seriously. But now, I realized that she was very possessive of me; very jealous of our relationship. In a moment of insight, brought on by intense pain, I realized that for all of Alicia's aggressiveness and confidence, there was a part of her that was really very insecure. By confessing to her, I had made her aware of a real threat. This, she did not take lightly. Her response was heightened as much by fear as by anger.

The realization that I had really scared her brought tears to my eyes, as nothing else had. I was sobbing now, begging her forgiveness, pledging my love.

Finally, the blows stopped coming. I was sobbing quietly, and I could hear Alicia breathing heavily. I laid quietly across her lap, not saying anything, just waiting for her to release me.

"Promise me," she panted, "promise me that you belong to me, and only me."

"Mistress," I sobbed, "I am yours and yours alone."

"There will never be anyone else."

"Never, Mistress."

"Okay, you can get off my lap, now," she said, giving me a light pat, which itself caused a little explosion of pain. "Stay on your belly, though."

Once again, she reached into the bedside table. This time she brought out a jar of cold cream. I winced as she began to dab it on my sore, red butt and thighs. We had learned some time ago that, if she didn't apply something after a beating, it took me much longer to heal.

When she was done, she covered me with a sheet. Then, she leaned over and whispered into my ear, "You took your spanking well, slave. I believe you when you say you'll be faithful to me. Tomorrow morning I may give you a reward. Now, go to sleep." I gave a happy nod and closed my eyes. She settled herself beside me. A few minutes later, I heard her deep, even breathing. My butt was so hot and painful, that I couldn't go to sleep for a while. All the same, I felt very loved. I knew that Alicia and I belonged together.

 *     *     *

The next morning, I awoke first, as usual, and got out of bed to make coffee. I had forgotten momentarily about the hard beating I had gotten the night before, so the pain I felt when I tried to move came as a bit of a surprise. Still, I slipped out of bed, put on a tee shirt, and stumbled painfully into the bathroom to pee, brush my teeth and hair, and wash my face.

I made coffee and stood at the table, reading the paper, while it perked. From the dining room, I listened for Alicia to stir. I poured coffee quietly, and read for a while longer. When I had finished my first cup, I peeked into the bedroom. She was still in bed, but her eyes were open.

"Good morning," I said cheerfully.

"Good morning," she said. "How long have you been up?"

"Long enough to drink a cup of coffee," I replied. "Would you like some?"

"Yes, please." She got out of bed and went into the bathroom. She was dressed in white cotton panties and an oversized pullover, not her usual flannel nightgown. I watched her butt wiggle as she walked across the room. "What are you looking at?" she asked, smiling at me.

"Oh, nothing. I was just admiring you, that's all."

"Silly boy. You think that just because you took a good, hard spanking last night, that you are totally forgiven for flirting with that young thing. Well, we'll see about that. Go get my coffee, and bring it back here. And don't put on any underwear. I want to examine you." She closed the door.

I made us both coffee, and took the cups into the bedroom. Alicia was sitting up in the bed. "Did you bring the paper?" she asked.

Of course, I hadn't. I had to turn around and go get it from the dining room. When I got back, she was smiling at me again. "Do I put you through a lot, Phillip?"

"Not really," I answered. "No more than what most women put their men through. Except for the spanking, I mean."

She had brushed her hair. Her eyes sparkled. "I'm very happy with you, Phillip. Come, get in bed with me." She patted the bed beside her. I slid in. She took the coffee cup out of my hand, set it carefully on the bedside table, took me in her arms, and kissed me. I kissed her back ardently, swept up once again in her strong desire. Alicia's kisses were worth all the spankings in the world.

We broke the kiss long enough for me to whisper, "You are my mistress and my lover. I am yours forever. You can do whatever you want with me, and I'll remain loyal. But, Mistress, you must promise me something."

"What is that, Phillip?"

"Please don't ever send me away. I mean, even if something should happen, and you should get another man, just don't send me away. Alicia, you are it for me."

"Phillip, I'll never send you away. We are together now, and nothing is going to separate us."

I hugged her fiercely. It is hard to imagine what it is like to completely pledge yourself, body and soul, to someone. Alicia and I not only shared a relationship, I truly felt that each of us had found our perfect mate. We filled a niche in each other's life.

"Turn over," she said. "Take off your shirt."

I took off my shirt and turned over on my belly. I felt her gently touch my sore butt. She ran her fingers along the backs of my thighs, and then parted my cheeks, touched my anus.

"How much does it hurt this morning?" she asked.

"Not much, Mistress."

"Turn back over," she said.

When I did, my cock was erect. I started to pull the sheet up, but she stopped me. "I want to see it," she said. She lay down beside me on the bed, kissing my mouth and neck, and running her hands up and down my chest. She found my cock and squeezed it gently. I groaned with pleasure.

"Do you love me, slave?" she asked huskily.

"Oh yes, Mistress. Very much." I closed my eyes, enjoying the feeling of her knowledgeable hand on my cock. She stroked it up and down slowly.

"I like touching you, Phillip. I like feeling your hard cock. It, more than anything you do for me, is proof of your love. Now, I'm going to show you that I love you as well."

Alicia moved quickly down to my belly, and I gasped as her hot mouth found my swollen penis. She sucked me avidly in, practically swallowing me completely. "Oh!" I said as the wave of pleasure overtook me.

She sucked hard, mewing slightly, and bobbing gently up and down. I felt her tongue on the shaft, then slowly she moved up, and encircled the engorged, purple head. She took her mouth off long enough to whisper, "I want you to come into my mouth, Phillip. I'm going to swallow your semen." Then she plunged back down, engulfing me once more.

I spread my body like the petals of a flower opening to the sun. The soreness from my backside and the exquisite pleasure Alicia was giving combined to create a mixture of feelings which almost made me pass out. I spread my arms and legs, giving up entirely to the rapturous feelings with which I was suffused. To have Alicia not only tell me that she loved me, but to prove it in one of the most intimate ways imaginable--that of swallowing my semen--was a degree of acceptance I had rarely, if ever, experienced.

She hefted my balls gently, and snaked a finger between my cheeks to play with my anus. She inserted a finger in up to the first knuckle, and slowly moved it in and out. The combined stimulation had me moaning in pleasure. "Oh Mistress, that's so good! I don't deserve this. Please let me pleasure you some."

"No, Phillip, this is just for you. Relax and enjoy it. Besides, you taste good." She bent to her task again, taking me into her mouth. I could hear her moaning a little, as well. I was glad that she was enjoying this.

Alicia put her hand around the shaft of my cock, and began stroking me up and down, keeping her mouth on. The pleasure escalated, and soon I was groaning continuously.

"Oh Mistress, I am going to come very soon," I gasped.

She didn't reply, just plunged down even father on my hot, stiff cock. I felt the suction as she sucked hard, then went nearly delirious as her tongue laved every bit of the surface of my penis. I felt my come, a huge load of it, collect in my balls. It would be very, very soon now. She didn't let up the pressure. Her hand continued to move up and down, up and down, on my shaft. Her tongue whipped across the swollen, pre-come-leaking head. She took her mouth off for a few seconds, her hand continuing to jerk me, and kissed my whole cock from the root to the tip. When she got back up to the head, she took it back into her mouth, but not as deeply. Instead, she let her tongue and lips play across it, before slowly swallowing me whole again.

I tensed, and cried out, "I'm coming, Mistress! Here it comes!" And then I was thrusting into her mouth as my semen erupted from my cock and splashed against the back of her throat. The pleasure was almost too much to bear. I felt the motions of her mouth and throat as she swallowed every drop of my sperm. I pumped as much as I could, but soon I was drained. Still, she sucked and pulled on my cock for a few seconds, attempting to get it all.

"Oh Mistress," I said. "No more! No more!"

Her mouth left me and she crawled up beside me on the bed. "Do you surrender?" she asked, smiling down at me.

I smiled up at her. "Yes, yes, Mistress. I surrendered to you long ago."

She kissed me, tasting of my semen. I kissed her back, pressing my body against hers. If I could have, I would have submerged myself into her. But the fact that my come nestled in her stomach was almost good enough.



Alicia Ch. 11



Warning! This story contains material of an adult nature and is intended for mature readers and for personal use only. No copyright infringement is intended.

When Angelica finally put in an appearance, her face and upper chest was flushed with excitement, her blonde hair was disheveled, and her dress looked as if she'd just slept in it.

"Where the hell have you been?" Mike hissed, grabbing her by the elbow, and pulling her down onto the high stool next to him. "I've been waiting here for over an hour!"

"Shut up and buy me a white wine!" she ordered, barely able to contain her excitement. All that sex had made her thirsty, or was it Bull's salty cum?

Mike was so surprised by her forcefulness, that he did as instructed, then sat there fuming, and tapping his fingers on the bar top, as she downed half the contents of her glass, in a single swallow.

"Well?" he asked, at last, unable to contain himself any further. "What happened, for Christ's sake!"

"I've managed to find out where your little, dark-haired hooker is, from our gorilla friend!" she said, with a triumphant smirk on her face.

He leant over and gripped her shoulders. "Where?" he snapped, shaking her roughly. "Where is she?"

"Yeow! That hurts!" She pouted, pulling free of his grip. "She's shacked up with Arnie Sidebottom, in his palatial pad, over in Borehamwood someplace!"

"Borehamwood, that's out Watford way isn't it?" he muttered, his face filled with sudden excitement.

"Yeah, I think so? Listen, Mike, I don't want you to go getting your hopes up. From what I've been told, she isn't exactly being held there against her will!"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, rumor has it that she and Arnie have become pretty, um, intimate, of late!"

"You must be mad!" he snarled, angrily. "He must be twice her age!"

"And one of the richest men in London, by all accounts!" she added, with a slight sneer on her lips.

"No, no! He must have some sort of hold over her! I'm sure she would've been in contact with me, otherwise!" he protested, in a slightly panicky tone.

"Maybe!" she muttered, still unconvinced. She drained the contents of her glass.

"How did you manage to worm all this information out of what's-his-name, then?" Mike muttered, darkly.

"I used my womanly wiles!" she replied, patting her hair, and fluttering her false eyelashes.

"You mean you let him fuck you, you bitch!" he snarled, angrily, as jealousy reared its ugly head.

"Look buster, I only did it for you!" she snapped, angrily, tears welling up in those big, beautiful eyes. "So, if that's the way you feel about it, you can go fuck yourself!" She slid off the stool, and stormed out of the room, without even a backward glance.

"Angelica!" he called after her, feebly. "I-I'm sorry, I didn't..." but she was no longer there to hear him. "Shit, shit, shit!" he muttered, angrily, turning back to the bar. "Gimme another drink...," he squinted at the name on the barkeeper's shirt, "Tarquin!"

-oOo-

"Uuuunngh, aaaaaugh, ooh Jesus!" groaned Alicia, doubled up in bed, clutching her stomach, as it cramped up once again. "What the hell is wrong with me? Nnnnngh!" A fresh jolt of pain shook her, twisting her guts, and bringing fresh tears to her eyes. She was shaking all over and perspiring, freely, as if she had a high fever, and her skin itched all over.

She heard the door to her bedroom click open, and suddenly Arnie was by her side, leaning over and looking down at her, then feeling her hot, feverish forehead. "My, my, we are in a bad way!" he murmured, almost sympathetically.

"Please help me, Arnie," she groaned, weakly, clutching at his sleeve. "I feel like death warmed up!"

"Hang on honey!" He popped into the en-suite bathroom, and quickly returned, with a glass of water, and two pink pills. "Here take these honey," he murmured. "They will make you feel better!"

She nodded, and popped the tablets into her mouth, before taking the glass in her trembling hands, and washing them down, with several large gulps of water. She handed back the glass tumbler, sweat beading her forehead and upper chest. "W-What's wrong with me, darling?" she gasped. "I feel like shit!"

"Probably just withdrawal symptoms, babe! Nothing to get too concerned about!" he replied, with a wry grin.

"W-What?" She shook her head, as if she hadn't heard him right. "D-Did you say w-withdrawal symptoms?"

"Yeah, to one of the most highly addictive narcotics on the market! Very expensive, and very, very exclusive! I'm probably the sole source of supply in this country?"

Her big, brown eyes opened wide. "But why?" she gasped, tears welling up in her eyes. The stomach cramps were already starting to ease. "Why, Arnie?"

He pulled back the bedsheet and leant over her, gripping her wrists, clamping them back against the pillow, either side of her head. "I needed a little extra insurance, my dear! Just in case you decided to leave me, or turn me in to the constabulary!" he explained, as she squirmed beneath him. She was wearing a short, lacy, baby doll nightie, and matching briefs, that did little to hide her shapely figure.

"I would never do that to you, Arnie!" she gasped, her brown eyes wide with fright. "You must know that, darling!"

He grinned, and released her wrists. "Of course you wouldn't, honey!" he murmured, unfastening the pink ribbon at her throat, and pulling open the front of her negligee, revealing her heaving breasts. He gently ran his hands over them, before thumbing her nipples into full erection. He slid his hands down over her trembling belly, and hooked his fingers into her lacy, white panties, drawing them down over her buttocks and thighs, revealing her smooth, naked crotch, before tugging them down her legs and off her feet.

He tossed the flimsy garment aside, and climbed astride her. "And now you're going to thank daddy, for making you feel all good and sexy again, aren't you, honey?" her murmured.

"Yes Arnie!" she whispered, fighting back the tears.

He grinned, as he unfastened his trousers, and pushed them halfway down his thighs, along with his briefs. His six-inch cock was already nearing full erection, as she reached out and grasped it, guiding it down toward her waiting pussy, as she raised her hips up off the mattress to meet it.

As she positioned his knob at the entrance to her sex, he frowned and then shook his head. "Not this way," he growled. "Turn over!"

He clambered off the bed, and removed his slacks and underpants, whilst she removed her nightie, and rolled over onto her stomach. He hurried into the bathroom, and returned with a small jar of Vaseline.

"What are you going to do?" she asked, curiously, as she watched him smear a liberal quantity of the greasy substance over his rampant cock.

"Just making things a little easier for you, darling!" he replied, with a wolf-like grin, before climbing astride her again. He plunged his index finger into the petroleum jelly, coating it liberally. "Pull your ass cheeks apart, babe!" he commanded.

"What...? Oh, nooh! Please, Arnie, not that!" she gasped, as realization dawned.

"Do as I say, bitch!" he snarled, with a sudden flash of annoyance.

Alicia shuddered, but obediently gripped the cheeks of her arse, and pulled them apart, revealing her small, brown cherry to his lascivious gaze.

Arnie placed the tip of his finger against her anal sphincter, and pushed, firmly.

"Nnnngh!" Alicia gasped, through gritted teeth, as his finger sank into her tight back passage, up to the first knuckle. He eased it back and forth, liberally lubricating her shit-hole.

"Aauungh!" The finger sank in to the second knuckle.

"Uuuuungh!" Her bottom writhed, as his finger sank in all the way, and he eased it back and forth, greasing her tight anus. He removed his finger, scooped up a large gob of Vaseline, and forced it back into her anus, spreading it deeply and evenly.

"Please, Arnie," she pleaded, one last time, "not this way!"

"Shut up, slut!" he snarled, positioning his well-lubed cock at the tiny entrance. He thrust his hips forward, meeting considerable resistance.

"Aaaaiiieee!" The girl tried to scoot forward, but he held her hips firmly, as his knob suddenly slipped past the restrictive entrance. He thrust again, moving deeper, then again, and again, until all six inches were firmly embedded into her back passage, and his balls nestled between her smooth, rounded buttocks.

The girl was quietly sobbing and gasping now, as he began to slowly ease in and out of her. She was incredibly tight, and he suspected he was probably the first to take her cherry. Her anal muscles were contracting, spasmodically, as they tried to eject the alien intruder, but gradually she adapted to the monstrous invader, and the pain was slowly replaced by mounting waves of pleasure.

"Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah..." Arnie was grunting with his efforts now, his ass glistening with sweat, as he pumped into her. He'd never before experienced anything quite so tight, but then, he'd never back-scuttled anyone before! He felt the pressure building in his taut scrotum then, with a grunt of relief, he came, pumping his viscous offering into her anal receptacle.

Alicia still felt as if she were about to be split in two! The excruciating pain had subsided, to be replaced by something akin to pleasure, as he pumped his massive shaft in and out of her bottom. Suddenly, she felt him cum, and heard his loud grunt of satisfaction, as he continued to pump into her for a few more strokes, before collapsing against her buttocks, panting, heavily.

After a few more seconds, he withdrew his rapidly softening dick, from her anus, grinning, as he observed his creamy gift dribbling from the much enlarged orifice. "Remember, Alicia," he murmured, "you are mine now, both body and soul!"

He climbed off her, and pulled up his briefs and slacks, from about his ankles. "Now try to get some rest," he murmured. "I shall return with your next dose of medicine, this evening, my sweet!" he added, as he walked over to the door, and departed.

Alicia continued to sob into the pillow. "Now I am truly Arnie's slave and plaything!" she realized, with a shudder, that caused more of Arnie's spunk to ooze from her wickedly abused rear.



Alicia Ch. 11



Alicia and I spent both Christmas and New Year's working. She was on call, and I volunteered to work because of the extra money. Whereas New Year's Eve and Day were busy, Christmas Eve and Day were both quiet at the hospital. It was on Christmas Eve that Alicia and I had the only sexual encounter we ever had at the hospital.

I was working second shift, three-to-eleven p.m., and Alicia had been there all day when I arrived on duty. It had been busy during the first shift, but things had quieted down some in the afternoon. Outside, the weather was cold and cloudy; the forecasters were speaking of snow.

I was assigned to floor therapy on that day. Thus, I didn't see Alicia until later in the shift when I had to run a blood gas sample down to the lab in the ICU. She was across the unit from me, and I nodded at her. We were still keeping our relationship a secret from most of our coworkers. She turned and went into the employee lounge at the other end of the unit. I went back into the lab, ran the sample and reported the results, then wandered back into the lounge.

Early in the morning, before Alicia had gotten out of bed, we had been fooling around, gradually working up to making love. But we had run out of time, and Alicia had had to leave before we could do anything. I could tell she was disappointed; ever since the party with Kathy and Twyla, Alicia had been more loving than usual. She had been very sexual, and had wanted me all the time.

When I got back to the lounge, she was sitting at the table, writing in a chart. "Hi," I said, going over and getting a cup of coffee. "How was your morning?"

"Busy, but under control now," she said. 

I sat down across from her. "Well," I said, "I've got floor therapy, but not too much. I shouldn't be too busy. Do you want me to run out and get you some dinner later? I should be able to get away."

Alicia looked out the window. The sky was gray, and, if you looked long enough, you could see an occasional tiny snowflake. "No," she said. "But I do want you to meet me somewhere after your shift."

"You mean here, in the hospital?" 

"Yes."

"Okay, should I bring you something to eat, or drink?"

"No," she said, looking me in the eye with a conspiratorial smile. "I want us to finish what we started this morning."

I admit I was surprised. Alicia was usually straight-laced to the extreme while at work. "Are you serious?" I asked.

"Yes, Phillip. I want us to finish what we started this morning. I don't want to wait until tomorrow."

"Uh, okay, if you want to. I'll have to think about where we can get together, though."

She waved her hand, brushing my reservation aside. "I've already talked to Kathy about it. She's working 7P to 7A tonight on 14 West. She's got an empty room at the end of the hall. We can use it for as long as we need it. Just page me on my beeper when you are ready to leave. I'll call you back and let you know when I can get away, then meet you at the room."

"Okay, I just hope that we don't get caught."

"Oh Phillip, you're such a scaredy-cat! Besides, I don't really care if we do get caught. I just need you tonight, not tomorrow. And I want you there. Got it?"

"Yes, Mistress," I said.

     *          *          *

It was an uneventful shift, except that we had a code late in the shift on 14 West. I responded to a stat call up there, and found the patient in respiratory difficulty. Alicia was there too, and we ended up having to transfer the patient down to the ICU. Alicia was all business. She directed the code, wrote transfer orders, and left. The other respiratory techs and I stabilized the patient, administered oxygen, and got ready for transport. I went up to the nursing station to get a tank of oxygen. Kathy was at the station, getting the paperwork ready.

"Hello, Phillip. Merry Christmas," she said, smiling at me.

I couldn't help but smile back at her. She was part of something romantic and somewhat devious, and she was loving it. "Hey, Kathy. Merry Christmas to you," I said.

She kept on smiling at me.

"What?" I asked.

"Oh nothing, just some pretty romantic goings-on around here tonight," she said.

"Yeah, those code-blues are pretty romantic."

"Oh, you know what I mean. You and Alicia."

"Oh," I said. "Well, I just hope that we don't get caught. It's pretty risky to do something like that in the hospital."

"Don't worry, hon, you won't get caught. I'll see to that."

"I don't know what's gotten into her lately. She's been very lovey-dovey lately. That's not my usual Alicia."

Kathy looked at me and said, "Don't you know, Phillip?"

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"I mean, Alicia's in love with you. Head-over-heels, boy. I can see it from the way she looks at you, from the way she talks about you. You'd better be careful the way you handle her. She's vulnerable right now."

That sobered me a little. I said, "I know how Alicia feels about me. I'm in love with her, too, and she knows it." For a moment, I wondered just how much about our relationship Alicia had told her. I got the impression that Kathy thought Alicia and I had the "usual" type of relationship. I wondered if she would have said the same thing if she had known that Alicia was my dominant, if loving, mistress, and that corporal punishment was an integral part of our loving. And then suddenly, in a flash of insight, I decided that she probably would have.

"I'm glad to hear that, Phillip," she said. She lowered her voice and drew closer. "Later tonight, you two can use room 32. It's at the end of the hall, and it's empty."

I nodded at her, took the oxygen tank, and left.

The rest of the shift passed uneventfully. I gave report to the oncoming shift, finished my paperwork, and hung around the department for a while. When everyone else was gone, I paged Alicia. She called back immediately.

"Hey," she said. "Are you done for the night?"

"Yeah. Can you get away?" I asked.

"Yes. I'll see you in five minutes."

"Do you know which room?" I asked.

"Yes. Kathy told me. See you soon."

I hung up the phone and grabbed my coat. I didn't want to ride the elevator, so I climbed steps for seven floors. The stair well opened in the foyer of the 14th floor. I checked to make sure no one was around, then slipped into 14 West.

Kathy was passing meds on the floor, and I could see no one else. I slipped past her, catching a glimpse of her smiling at me as I walked by. I went down to 32 and entered the room. It was dark inside, but not completely. The bathroom light was on, but the door was open only a crack, so very little light got in. It took my eyes a few moments to get accustomed to the dark, but when they did, I could make out Alicia sitting on the bed.

"Hi," she said quietly.

"Hi," I said. I went over and sat down beside her on the bed. She had taken off her lab coat. She was wearing the burgundy blouse and gray pleated skirt I had laid out for earlier in the day. She smelled good; she had taken a little time to put something on.

She pulled me to her and kissed me, hard. "I've been waiting for this all day long," she whispered. She guided my hand underneath her skirt. She had removed her panties and pantyhose. "Touch me," she whispered. She opened her legs and I slipped a finger in. She was hot and wet. Alicia moaned and kissed me again, her hand going for my crotch. I was already hard, and she gripped me strongly through my pants. I reached down and unzipped my pants, then worked aside my underwear. My cock felt suddenly cooler as it popped out into the air.

Alicia stroked me up and down, causing me to shiver with pleasure. I was momentarily lost in the feeling, but I caught hold of myself, took her hand away, and whispered to her, "Let me do you."

Gently, I pushed her back on the bed. I lifted her skirt back and she raised her fanny so that I could get it out of the way. I crawled between her legs and began kissing her inner thighs, working up to her moisting pussy. She sighed heavily, opening her legs wide, undulating her hips. Alicia had never, it seemed to me, been so hot! I couldn't figure out what had come over her. Deciding not to waste too much time, I moved quickly up to her cunt, spread her open, and began kissing and licking her sweet pussyflesh.

"Oh, Phillip baby, that is so good," she moaned.

She was tart and sweet at the same time. I drank her juices like wine, and circled her clit with my tongue. She ran her fingers through my hair, holding my head while she moved her pussy against my tongue. I ran my tongue up and down her sweet chasm, then concentrated on her erect little clitoris, nibbling at it, then taking it into my mouth and sucking on it.

Alicia was ready. As soon as I sucked her clit, she went nova, arching her body like a bow and spasming in the throes of her climax. I continued my gentle sucking while she climaxed over and over again. Finally, she had had enough, and I crawled up beside her on the bed. 

"Did I do all right?" I asked, beginning to get a little nervous.

She wiped the sweat and the pussy juice off my face and said, "Yes, Phillip, you did very well. But I need your cock in me, too."

What could I say? My mistress wanted me to make love to her. Risky or not, it was my choice and my duty to obey her.

I once again got between her legs. I unbuttoned and dropped my pants, then pulled down my underwear. Thankfully, despite my nervousness about being caught, I was still nice and hard for my lady. Maneuvering myself into position, I prepared to enter her, but she reached down and whispered, "Let me put him in, Phillip."

She gripped me and placed me at the flowing entrance to her pussy. I relaxed my hips, and sank into her up to the hilt. Alicia was very wet. "Oh, Phillip, that's just what I needed tonight, baby. Now, make mama proud." She began moving against me, and I moved with her, trying to match every thrust. Our lips met in a fiery kiss, and I felt myself being overwhelmed by her. Alicia hot and ready for love was something to be experienced, and I was experiencing it that night.

Her cunt gripped me like boneless fist. She was like hot buttered silk around my cock. I pushed in as far as I could, grinding against her pelvis the way that I knew she liked. Her grunts of pleasure told me I was doing the right thing. She put her arms around me, holding me tight against her. I pumped her as hard and deeply as I could. My own orgasm was building rapidly, but I wanted her to come before I did.

"Oh Mistress, are you close?" I gasped.

"Yes, Phillip, very close. Don't stop. Don't stop for anything!" she said.

I was like a madman. I found myself holding her wrists above her head while I pounded her. Suddenly, she said, "Oh baby, mama's coming! She's coming! Oh, oh, oh!" Once again she arched against me, straining for every ounce, every nuance of feeling. At that moment, my own orgasm surged through me like a tidal wave and I cried out hoarsely and pumped my essence into her.

I fucked right through my climax, also milking it for every drop of feeling, until I could go on no more. We lay together, panting. When she had caught her breath, Alicia gave a throaty little laugh and said, "Man, that hit the spot."

I smiled down at her in the darkness. "Was that just what the doctor ordered?" I asked.

"It sure was." She kissed me tenderly and said, "I love you, Phillip."

"I love you too, Mistress."

"Call me Alicia, just this once."

"I love you, Alicia."

We slowly disentangled ourselves from one another. I went into the bedroom and got a warm, wet washcloth. Using only the light from the bathroom, I gently cleaned the moisture and secretions from Alicia's sex, then quickly cleaned myself up and zipped up my pants. Alicia sat up on the side of the bed, reached over in the pocket of her lab coat, and pulled out her pantyhose and her panties. She put them on, then stood and walked into the bathroom to freshen up.

I was straightening myself up when I looked down on the bed we had just used. I frowned slightly when I noticed a small--about the size of a dime--bloodstain on the sheet. 

"Mistress," I asked, "when was your last period?"

She looked at me quizzically. "What a question. Why do you ask?"

"Well," I said, "take a look at this." I pointed at the small bloodstain.

Alicia walked over to it and looked. "It's probably nothing," she said. "Let's see, my period ended a few days ago. It's probably just a little spotting. It's happened before."

"Okay," I said. "If you say so."

She finished and said, "Well, how do I look?"

"You look great," I said. "As always."

She took me in her arms and kissed me. "You did well tonight, Phillip. I really, really needed to be made love to."

"It was my pleasure, Mistress. And, by the way, Merry Christmas." I nodded at the clock on the wall. The time was just past midnight, Christmas morning.

"So it is," she said. "Well, Merry Christmas, Phillip. Are you glad that we are together?"

"Very glad, Mistress," I said.

"I want us to start planning our wedding," Alicia said. "I don't want to wait much longer before we make it legal."

"That's fine with me, Mistress."

"Good." 

She walked over and put on her lab coat. Just then, with perfect timing, her beeper went off. "Well, it's the ICU," she said, studying the beeper. "I'll just walk down. Will you be awake when I get home tomorrow morning?"

"If you want me to be."

"No, just stay in bed. I'll get in bed with you and we'll just relax tomorrow morning."

"Don't forget," I said, "that I have a special breakfast planned."

"We'll just make it a late breakfast. Well, I better get down there." She kissed me again. "I'll leave first, and then you follow in a few minutes."

"See you in the morning," I said.

"You, too." she said, and slipped out the door. 

I remade the bed with sheets someone, probably Kathy, had thoughtfully left on the bedside table. I took one more look at the small, almost tiny, bloodstain that Alicia had left on the sheet, and decided that she was right. She was just spotting a little. I put the sheets in the hamper, and slipped out the door.

Kathy was at the nursing station. "Well, how'd it go?" she asked.

I think I blushed a little. "It went just fine," I said, embarrassed.

"No," she said. "You were very quiet. You must have done something right, Phillip, because Alicia had a very satisfied look on her face when she left."

"Good," I said. "Well, I'm going home. I'll be here tomorrow afternoon, so I'll see you then. Merry Christmas, Kathy. Give my regards to Twyla."

She frowned a little, but said, "Merry Christmas, Phillip."

I walked down the hall to the elevator lobby. I rode the elevater down to the main lobby, turned down the hall to the employee parking lot, and left the building. The cold air hit me hard. The wind was blowing, and I could feel a few icy snowflakes in the wind. I hoped Alicia would be able to get home in the morning. I made a mental note to pick up some tire chains for the cars.

I walked over to her BMW. It looked fine, hadn't been disturbed. Then I got into my own car and drove home.



Alicia Ch. 12



Warning! This story contains material of an adult nature and is intended for mature readers and for personal use only. No copyright infringement is intended.

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Mike barged into the dressing room, quickly followed by the club bouncer. There were several girls in there, all in various stages of undress. He ignored their screams, and indignant cries, and made a bee-line for the surprised and shocked, Angelica, who was sitting in front of the vanity, powdering her naked tits.

"Angelica...?"

As he reached her, the big bouncer caught up, grabbed his shoulder and spun him around. "Okay, brother, just what the hell to you think you're playing at?" the bouncer snarled, grabbing one arm, and viciously twisting it up behind Mike's back. "Don't you know that 'PRIVATE, NO ADMITTANCE' means just that?"

"Yeeooww!" Mike let out a surprised screech of pain, and tried to break free of the hold. "Let me go, you big ape!" he gasped, his eyes watering from the pain.

"It's all right Harry," Angelica cried, fearfully, "I know this guy! You can let him go! He's harmless enough!"

"Are you sure Angelique?" the gorilla snarled, disappointedly, giving Mike's bent up arm another painful jerk, just for good measure. "I could toss him out into the back alley, if you like?"

"No, no, it's fine, honestly, Harry! Thanks for being so thoughtful, though!"

"Well, all right Miss, if you're really sure?" Reluctantly, the gorilla released Mike's arm, and Mike rotated his shoulder, to ensure it was still in the socket. It was, but it still hurt like the blazes. The huge man stared at Mike, evilly. "Any sign of trouble, and I'll 'ave you sonny!" he snarled, in his broad, Cockney accent. He turned and lumbered out of the room.

The other two strippers were giggling and whispering to each other, as Angelica glowered up at Mike, oblivious to her state of undress. "Well, what do you want, you bastard?" she snapped, angrily.

"Angelica, honey, I've been trying to contact you for the last two days, but you won't answer any of my calls!" he whined, in a hurt tone.

"I'm surprised you managed to find the time?" she replied, sarcastically. "I'd have thought you were off trying to rescue your brunette bimbo?"

"Please, darling, you know I care about you!" he whined. "I'm sorry I hurt your feelings, I didn't mean to! I-I was jealous, that's all! I just couldn't stand the thought of you making love to another man.... I-I'm sorry, honey!" He was leaning over her now, his face just a few inches from hers.

"Well, if you think you can get around me like tha... mmmnngh!" Her words were cut off, as his mouth enveloped hers. She struggled, half-heartedly, for a few seconds, then relaxed. "Mmmmngh!" she murmured, as they kissed, passionately and deeply, oblivious to their two, giggling spectators.

His hand caressed her left breast, teasing the nipple into full hardness, as his tongue played with her tonsils.

It took all of Angelica's willpower to keep her hands off his trouser zip, as she broke off their kiss, panting, heavily. "I'm on in a few minutes," she gasped. "Come up to my room, in an hour's time, and we'll talk some more!"

He nodded, eagerly, pausing to give her another peck on her full, red lips, and a gentle tweak of her erect nipple, before straightening. "I'll see you later then," he murmured, with a smile.

"Mmm!" She nodded, her big, blue eyes twinkling, and a big smile on her face.

The two giggling onlookers, waved Mike goodbye, as he exited, causing him to blush.

-oOo-

Angelica lay stretched out, naked, on the bed, both hands gripping the vertical bars of the headboard, behind her head. Mike head was between her wide-stretched thighs, his tongue laving over the hot, moist entrance to her sex, his bare arse sticking up in the air, behind him. The nipples of her swollen, tightly stretched breasts, stuck out like organ stops, as she arched her back, gasping with pleasure.

"Mmnnngghh!" She moaned, wantonly, and raised her hips high up off the mattress, as he sucked her throbbing, swollen clitoris into his mouth, and gentle nipped it, between his front teeth. "Oh, God, that's wonderful, darling, don't stop!" Her hips squirmed and jerked, as her powerful thighs clamped about his head, like a smooth, fleshy vise.

Mike could hardly breath. The scent of her sex was almost overpowering, as he thrust his stiffened tongue, in and out, between her dark, puffy labia, like a miniature cock. He felt her fingers entangle in the hair, at the back of his head, pulling his face hard up against her mons.

"Yes, yes, oh yessss!" she hissed, squirming with delight. "Don't stop, please don't stop,darling! Aaaauugh!"

A flood of girl cum, bathed his mouth and chin, as she orgasmed, her hips bucking, uncontrollably. Mike sucked and licked at the delicious secretions, chuckling to himself, completely lost in the erotic sensations. With a final twitch of her pubes, her hips sank back down against the mattress, her breasts rising and falling, sensationally, with her heavy panting.

"That was wonderful darling!" she gasped, happily, as he came up for air, and crawled up over her naked body, until they were face to face. She kissed him tenderly, tasting her own secretions on his slightly parted lips. The lower half of his face was soaked with her juices, and she licked at it, cleaning him, much as a domestic cat might do!

"I do love you, Angelica!" he murmured, nuzzling at the base of her neck. "You must know that?" He looked up at her, his grey eyes filled with anguish.

She sighed, loudly. "I know, I know my darling, but you're also crazy about your damned Alicia, the lucky bitch!"

He nodded, miserably. "I can't help myself, Angelica! I won't rest, until I've rescued her from the evil clutches of that bastard, Sidebottom!"

"Just listen to yourself?" she said, with a dry chuckle. "You sound like one of those knights in shining armor, about to venture forth to rescue the fair damsel in distress!"

He blushed, a deep shade of pink. "I can't help it, darling! I've got to think of a way to get the poor girl away from him, before it's too late!"

"It might be too late already," she replied, soberly, staring up into his eyes.

"Don't say that!" he snarled, gripping her forearms tightly, and shaking her. He blinked, then released her. "Sorry, darling," he apologized, "but I get so frustrated, just thinking about what that slimy git might be forcing her to do!"

"Hmm? Listen, tomorrow's my day off. How about you and I driving out to Borehamwood, and trying to find this country retreat of his?" she suggested, suddenly making up her mind. "It's not THAT big a place. A few discrete enquiries, locally, ought to pin-point the Sidebottom residence?"

His eye's lit up. "Would you darling? Between us, we might even be able to find Alicia, and help her to escape from his diabolical clutches!"

"Whoa there! Let's take this one step at a time!" she retorted, suddenly becoming very serious. "Remember, this guy is a very, very dangerous character! We daren't go rushing in, like a bull at a gate!"

The excitement on his face, changed to an expression of somber contemplation. "You're absolutely right of course, Angelica, honey! We wouldn't want to do anything that might endanger Alicia's life!"

"Stuff her, I was thinking of my own hide!" she replied, with a broad grin. "Now, how about thanking Angelica properly, for her freely volunteered assistance?" She stretched out a hand, and wrapped her fingers around his hard erection, guiding it down between her wide-spread thighs.

As soon as his glans nuzzled between her puffy labia, Mike thrust forward, embedding his full seven-inches into her already sopping vagina. There was no need for foreplay, she was already hot and ready for it, and needed no further lubrication.

"Aaaaaaggghhh!" Angelica's back arched up off the bed, as he plunged into her, and his hands cradled her buttocks, pulling her onto him, the whole way. "Yes, yes, yes, yesss!" she gasped, as he plunged in and out of her, clamping her cunt muscles tightly about his fat fullness, delighting in the friction against the muscular walls of her vulva, immediately behind her pubic bone.

Mike pumped into her, all thoughts of Alicia temporarily forgotten, as his basic animal instincts took over, once again.

-oOo-

"Is that you Arnie?" Alicia called out. She'd just stepped out of the shower, and started drying herself, on the big, fluffy, pink bathtowel, when she'd thought she'd heard a noise in the bedroom. There was no reply. "Arnie?" Again, there was no response. She shrugged her shoulders, she must've imagined it? She continued rubbing her long hair, vigorously, then bent over to dry her long legs.

A faint rustling noise came from the bedroom, and she froze in the act of drying her feet. "That wasn't my imagination!" she murmured, the hair standing up on the back of her neck. She slowly straightened up, and slipped on the short, Terry toweling bathrobe, that had been draped over the back of the chair.

She pulled it tight about her waist, and looked around for some sort of weapon. She stooped down, and picked up one of her high-heeled mules. "This will have to do!" she muttered, as she crept over to the half-open door, and took a peek around the door jamb.

She gave a little gasp of surprise, then stormed into the room. "What the hell are you playing at?" she demanded.

The hulking frame of Butch Wilkins, spun around, from where he'd been crouching over the dressing table, a lacy suspender belt clutched in his one, ham-like fist. "I, ah, I didn't mean anything by it, Ms. Rossetti," he replied, looking suitably embarrassed. "I, um, I just wanted a little something of yours, as a memento, sort of!"

"Get the hell out of my bedroom, you disgusting pervert!" she cried, unconsciously tugging her robe tighter about herself.

"S-Sorry, Miss!" he stammered, dropping the suspender belt on the bed, and shuffling backward, out of the room. "Please don't mention this to anyone!"

She slammed the door shut behind him, and leant back against it, trembling, and wishing she had a key to lock it. The lingerie drawer of her dresser was still open, her lacy scanties strewn about. It wasn't a very nice feeling, knowing some bloke had been rummaging around in your drawers. 



Alicia Ch. 12



In North Carolina, the coldest and dreariest part of the winter is between January and March. That is when we usually get snow, if it's going to snow at all. That is also when we tend to get more of the rainy, cold weather that I hate. I don't remember the weather bothering me much that year, though. It was a very happy, satisfying time for both of us. Alicia was at her most dominant, demanding, and loving. I was at my most submissive and giving. I was spanked often and hard, with her hand, with the hairbrush, and with a cane that she bought. After each spanking, we made vigorous love. I cooked, we ate, we drank wine, we listened to music. We did all the things that people in love with each other do.

And, we planned our wedding. Between the two of us, we could have afforded a rather expensive, elaborate wedding. But we dismissed that out of hand. We had always kept our relationship an intimate secret, known to just a few people. Our wedding would be no different.

We decided on a wedding date in late March. Since neither Alicia nor I was religious, we decided to get married at City Hall by a Justice of the Peace, with just a couple of friends present. Afterward, we would all go to a nice restaurant and have an intimate dinner. Then, Alicia and I planned to spend three days at our beach, Sunset Beach, for our honeymoon. 

We had a lot of fun shopping for the wedding. Alicia went to a great deal of trouble, picking out her wedding dress. She wanted something dressy and elegant, but not a traditional wedding dress. (I knew she wouldn't. We weren't exactly a "traditional" couple.) Alicia and Kathy must have gone to every ladies' apparel store in town. She must have tried on at least twenty dresses. 

"You bastard," she said, half smiling. "You think it's funny, don't you?" She had just strutted into the apartment, empty-handed. During this past foray, she had finally come to the realization that she was one or two sizes larger than when we had first met.

"No, Mistress, I don't think it's funny. I think you look beautiful. I really do." Truthfully, I couldn't help smiling a little. I thought she looked better than she'd ever looked. Anyone would look better when they're loved and cared for.

"Well, you just wait until later," she said. "I'm going to paddle your ass good, Phillip."

"Do you promise?" I asked sweetly.

She sniffed haughtily, and walked back into the bedroom.

But she and Kathy perservered, and she did finally settle on a dress. Of course, she wouldn't let me see it until our wedding day.

As for me, we went out and had me fitted for a suit, the only one I've ever owned. It was charcoal-gray, and double breasted. I paired it with a crisp new white shirt and a burgundy tie. I also bought brand-new, jet-black tassel loafers. When we got everything back from the tailors, Alicia had me model it for her.

"Very handsome, Phillip," she said.

"Thank you, Mistress. Here, come stand beside me," I said. We looked at each other in the mirror. We made a good-looking, thought slightly mismatched couple. Alicia: tall, redheaded and beautiful. Phillip: short, dark-haired, and (I thought), dorky. But, Alicia, my Mistress, didn't think I was dorky, and that was all that mattered to me.

One day, just a few weeks before the wedding, I noticed a brown paper bag in the closet. I asked Alicia what it was. She said, "None of your business--yet. So stay out of it." I thought that it may have had something to do with the our nuptials, but I had been warned away, so I didn't look.

We were at home one evening, a couple of weeks before the wedding, watching television, when Alicia turned to me and said, "Oh, I meant to tell you. Twyla may not be coming to the wedding."

"Really? Why not?"

"Kathy told me today at work that she and Twyla were having real problems. Kathy was pretty upset about it when I talked to her."

"Well," I said, "I had an idea that it was coming. During the party, Twyla seemed to resent almost everything that Kathy did. I mean, she would roll her eyes when Kathy would tell jokes, and she apparently hated Kathy's music."

"Yeah," Alicia said, "but that wouldn't be enough to make them break up, would it?"

"She also said that Kathy was very bossy. I don't think Twyla wanted to be bossed around. And did you hear the way Kathy spoke to her about her drinking?"

"Well, that could account for it, I suppose."

"But there was something else, as well," I said.

"What was that?"

"Well, Twyla told me that Kathy had started wanting to do some, uh, different stuff in the bedroom."

Alicia looked interested now. "What kind of stuff?"

"Well, Twyla told me that Kathy had started talking about bringing a third woman, or even a man, into their relationship."

"Like you?" Alicia asked, suddenly suspicious. "No way, Mistress. I'm very happy where I am, thank you," I said. "Still, I wonder what she'd say if she knew what we do? Some people would call what we do 'kinky'." I said.

"It would probably blow her mind," Alicia said. "Anyway, Twyla and Kathy might come separately, but they apparently will not be coming as a couple."

"Well, I hope it works out for Kathy."

"I'm sure it will. She's a pretty strong person. Twyla is still invited; maybe they'll reconcile if they see each other at the wedding."

 * * *

Alicia and I were wed on a blustery, cool Friday before the last weekend in March. A friend of mine from the hospital, Tom, stood up with me. Kathy stood up with Alicia. Twyla attended as well. I saw her and Kathy exchange greetings before and after the ceremony, but they didn't leave together.

Alicia met me at the courthouse. She didn't want me to see her until the actual ceremony. She and Kathy had shooed me out of the house earlier in the day so that she could get ready. My friend Tom had picked me up. I got ready over at his apartment.

When I saw her, I could tell the reason why. As I said, Alicia had chosen not to wear a traditional white wedding dress. Instead, she was wearing a beautiful, dark forest green velvet dress with long, straight lines. It was long sleeved, with a slit up the front, and fell to below her knees. The collar was small, and upturned, and adorned with lace. The lace continued downward to frame a keyhole neckline, through which I could see the beginning of Alicia's cleavage. A small, white heart on a gold chain hung from her neck, centered in the neckline. She smiled nervously when she saw me.

Alicia's red hair was put up, and she had on dangly pearl earrings. She was carefully made up and her eyes were glowing. As I stepped closer to her, I caught a whiff of her scent: something sweet and slightly musky.

Kathy was standing beside Alicia. She had a grin a mile wide on her face. "Wow," she said, "you two look great. I'm so excited!"

I was suddenly nervous. I walked over and stood beside Alicia. "Hi," I said. "You look great."

"Thanks," she said. 

Twyla was there also, standing a little apart from Alicia and Kathy. I introduced Tom to her. Kathy and Alicia already knew Tom from the hospital.

Twyla gave Tom an especially bright smile when they shook hands.

"Are you ready for this?" Alicia asked.

"Yes. Yes I am," I answered.

"Do you love me, Phillip? Any second thoughts?" she asked quietly.

"More than anything, and no second thoughts," I replied.

She took my hand, and we went into the magistrate's office. Kathy walked behind Alicia; Twyla fell in beside Tom.

It was all very simple. The magistrate said some words, we exchanged rings, kissed, signed some papers, and that was that. We were married.

I shook hands with Tom, and got hugs from Kathy and Twyla, who whispered, "I guess I've missed my chance, now."

Tom, as our "official" photographer, took our wedding pictures.

Then, we all piled into our cars and drove to the restaurant, where we had reserved a table for lunch. Kathy opened a bottle of champagne, and proposed a toast: "To a lovely, but slightly mismatched (smiles and laughter) couple. We drank.

Kathy asked, "So, any special plans for the honeymoon?"

"I don't know," I replied. "Alicia has something planned, but she hasn't told me yet.

"Go easy on the boy," Tom said, smiling.

Alicia colored slightly and said, "Oh, he'll get what he deserves."

Kathy said, "I'd like to be a fly on the wall tonight."

Twyla had already had three glasses of champagne. The alcohol was apparently starting to work on her small frame. She eyed me slightly blearily and said, seriously, "I know exactly what I would do with him." The table broke up laughing, including Alicia. Twyla was laughing hard and leaning on Tom's arm. This did not go unnoticed by Kathy, who was doing her best to seem unconcerned. She wasn't entirely successful.

I was taken slightly aback by the directness of Twyla's remark. Somehow I knew that Twyla and Alicia might have similar ideas of how to spend their wedding night.

We had fettucini alfredo and a small, tender filet mignon. There was salad and bread and a delicious red wine. Afterward, we had dessert--our small wedding cake--and cappucino. Alicia kept reaching down to rub my thigh. We had purposely denied ourselves sex for the past week to make our wedding night sweeter. As Alicia was a woman of strong physical needs, I knew that she was very horny. I would have to be at my best. 

As the meal progressed, the tone mellowed somewhat. We went from excited anticipation to a quieter, more intimate atmosphere. The restaurant had given us a table in the back, and we could enjoy the moment without the distraction of other people. Kathy and Twyla were finally talking, their heads together. Alicia nudged me slightly, I looked up and nodded. She had also seen them together. Tom, the unattached male in the group, sat quietly eating and making conversation with me, the only person he really knew. It was a good time for all of us.

After the meal, we all went outside, where there were more hugs and handshakes all around. We said our goodbyes, and Alicia and I went to her car. She handed me the keys to her BMW. I held the door for her, got in, and drove her home.

I considered changing for the drive, but she said, "Let's wait until we get there. I want to wear this dress a little longer."

"I don't blame you. It's beautiful, and you are beautiful in it." I walked over and embraced her, my big, beautiful woman.

"I hope you're ready for tonight," she said. 

"Don't worry, I am," I said.

We had packed everything beforehand, so as not to waste time on this day, so all that was left to do was load the car. When everything was ready, we locked up the apartment. As we stood outside the apartment door, Alicia said, "Well, any regrets?"

I looked at her. "None at all, Mistress. I am truly yours now."

"I think I'm going to like being your wife--and Mistress," she said, smiling down at me.

I took her hand and walked her to the car.



Alicia Ch. 13



Warning! This story contains material of an adult nature and is intended for mature readers and for personal use only. No copyright infringement is intended.


CHAPTER 13

The 'Pilgrim's Retreat' was a quiet country pub, so quiet that Angelica and Mike were its only customers, at that time of the early evening. Her high-heels clicked on the tile floor, as they walked up to the shiny, wooden bar. Pewter tankards hung from a row of hooks above their heads and several traditional beer pumps along the bar, dispensed the various draft ales. "Good evening! A half of bitter, and..." Mike gave Angelica a questioning look.

"And a dry, white wine!" she finished for him, smiling at the ginger-haired, bespectacled barman, who was starring at her, goggle-eyed.

"We've only got sweet white, Miss!" replied the highly impressed barkeeper.

"Sweet then!"

When he returned with their drinks, Mike handed him a fiver. "Keep the change! By the way, we're looking for the Arnie Sidebottom place!" he volunteered. "You wouldn't happen to know where it is, would you, old chap?"

The barman pushed his wire-framed spectacles back on his nose, and scratched the back of his head! "There's some rich gent moved into 'The Grange', a year or so ago, but he don't have nothing to do with the rest of the folk 'round here! He could be the bloke you're looking for?"

"How does one get to this 'Grange'?" Mike asked, placing another matching note on the counter.

"Why thank you, Sir!" The barman grinned, as he picked up the money, and stuffed it into his hip pocket. "Go out of the front door, turn left, and about three hundred yards down the road, there's a narrow lane, leading off to your left. About a quarter mile down the lane, is a large mansion, set back in its own grounds, with a high wall around it. That's The Grange!"

Mike glanced at Angelica, his face alive with excitement, then he turned back to the barman. "Thanks a lot! I much appreciate it!"

They quickly downed their drinks, and said their hurried goodbyes, before rushing out to the hired Renault Clio, parked in the adjoining car park. Mike gunned the engine, and the small car shot away, with a loud screech of the tires. "This is our lucky day!" he chortled, as he turned left onto the main road through the village. "Hey, there's the turning!"

-oOo-

He pulled off the narrow lane, onto the grass verge, about twenty yards beyond a set of large, wrought-iron gates. "Wait here!" he hissed, giving her knee an affectionate squeeze. "I'm going to go check the place out!"

"Be careful, Mike!" she whispered, then on a sudden impulse, leant over and gave him a quick kiss on the lips.

"I will!" He grinned and slipped out of the car, and casually strolled back toward the gates.

Five minutes later, he was back. He slipped behind the wheel. "I think this might just be the place, babe!" he informed her, excitedly. "They've got remote controlled gates and security cameras, and there's some nasty-looking spikes on top of that wall!"

"So, what's the next move, Sherlock?" she asked, frowning.

"We wait until it gets dark, Ms Watson!" He glanced at his watch. "That should be in about an hour's time! Then we slip over the wall, and check the house out!"

"That easy, huh? How are we supposed to get over the wall, Einstein? It must be all of ten-feet high!"

He grinned. "I'll maneuver the car alongside, then we climb onto the roof, and I'll give you a boost over! You could've worn something a little more practical though!" He glanced over at her tight, blue minidress and matching high-heels, and she automatically tugged the hem of her skirt down an inch or two, over the vast expanse of exposed flesh.

"I didn't expect to be going on an assault course!" she grumbled, pulling a face.

-oOo-

Mike pressed the button that illuminated the dial of his analogue quartz watch. "Time to go!" he muttered. He switched on the engine, and slowly maneuvered the unlit vehicle right up against the perimeter wall, at a point where a tree partially overhung it, from on the other side.

He climbed up onto the hood, then onto the roof, before helping Angelica up beside him. She had sensibly taken off her heels, and was holding them in one hand. He reached up and gripped two of the spikes sticking out of the top of the wall, then hauled himself up on top of it, grunting with his efforts, before wrapping one arm around an overhanging branch, and holding out the other, to the girl below.

"Give me your hand!" he hissed, urgently.

"I don't know if this is a good idea!" she muttered, dubiously, starting to have second thoughts, but grabbing hold of his proffered hand, never-the-less.

"Now pull yourself up with the other!" he hissed. "And leave those damned heels behind, you dope!"

Muttering obscenities, she dropped the shoes and scrambled up the wall, helped by Mike. After much puffing and panting, she stood on top of the wall, wobbling, precariously, her feet between the spikes, clutching his arm. "Now, how the fuck am I supposed to get down the other side?" she hissed, starting to feel dizzy.

"We climb down the tree!"

"Oh, no I don't, not in this skirt!" she exclaimed, in a mutinous voice, shaking her head and glowering at him. "You'll have to lower me down the wall!"

"Okay!" he agreed. He slipped his arms underneath hers, taking most of her weight on them. "Now, ease your feet over the edge!" he urged.

"Promise you won't drop me?"

"Get on with it, woman, we haven't got all night!" He braced himself, and started to lower her off the wall.

"Don't drop me!" she exclaimed, in a frightened whisper, hanging onto one of the spikes, like grim death.

"Stop moan... whoops!" One arm slipped from under hers, and there was a loud tearing noise, as she slid a foot or so down the wall, still clinging to the spike. He made a grab for the tree branch, as he almost lost his balance and plunged after her.

"Mike!" she squeaked, in a terrified whisper.

"Brace yourself for the fall, and then let go!" he hissed. "It's only another four feet, or so?"

There was a further tearing noise, as she fell to the ground, with a dull thud.

"Oh, shit!" he exclaimed. Her badly torn, blue dress, hung, flapping in the breeze, from one of the spikes.

He looked down, as she gingerly picked herself up from the ground, rubbing her bottom, and brushed the dirt from her hands and knees. "At least she's wearing a bra and panties," he thought, trying to look on the bright side.

"Now look what you've done, you stupid bastard!" she hissed, angrily.

"Ssh! Don't move! I always want to remember you this way!" he replied, with a wide grin.

"Get that stupid grin off your face, and get down here, immediately!" she snapped.

Mike quickly shinned down the tree trunk. "Here put this on!" he murmured, slipping off his jacket, and handing it to her.

"Thanks, Sir Galahad!" she muttered, somewhat mollified. "That dress cost me the best part of a week's wages, I'll have you know!"

"I'll buy you another one! Now, stick close to me!" he ordered, moving off toward the dark sprawling building.

She gave a resigned sigh, and loped after him.

-oOo-

Alicia was wearing the long, red, wrap-around evening dress, just as Arnie had ordered. It fastened with a single, jeweled clasp, at the waist. Underneath it, she was totally naked, again, just as he had commanded. Her only other items of clothing, were her five-inch stiletto-heeled shoes.

After their meal, he had taken her hand, and led her into the library. She was starting to get the stomach cramps again. She needed a fix. "Please Arnie," she murmured kissing him, as he unfastened the clasp of her dress, and drew it off her shoulders, letting it slid down about her ankles. "Please darling, Alicia needs her medicine! I-I don't feel so good!" she pleaded, in a cajoling tone.

He grinned. "Is my little angel starting to get withdrawal symptoms?" he asked.

"Uh, huh!" she murmured, licking the base of his throat. "Pretty please, darling, Alicia needs her fix!"

"You've got to earn it first, you slut!" he muttered, his eyes glittering. "How about a blow-job? Make it good, and daddy might even give you an extra pill to pop!"

Alicia groaned, but she immediately sank to her knees, and began to fumble with the front of his trousers, yanking them down with unseemly haste, along with his briefs. She took his semi-hard penis in her hands, and hastily jerked him into full erection, before slipping her crimson painted lips around the purple, circumcised head. She licked around the glans, then went down on him, keeping her throat muscles relaxed, so that she could take the full length of his organ. Her head began to bob up and down, rhythmically, as she gave him head.



Alicia Ch. 13



Over the previous week, Alicia and I had discussed our wedding night plans in detail. We were only to have Friday night and Saturday night, so we wanted to make sure that we made the best of them.

The night before our wedding, we had exchanged, but not opened, wedding night gifts. Then, we had decided that one night would be "mine", and one night would be "hers."

This night, Friday night, would be mine. "Just promise me one thing, Mistress," I said when we were discussing it. "Promise me that you will still be in total control. I still want a good, hard spanking."

"Don't worry," Alicia said. "I'll burn your ass up if that's what you want."

As we drove down I-40 towards Wilmington, we talked, held hands, listened to music. I sometimes was surprised at how conventional we looked and acted to everyone, yet how profoundly different our relationship was from the so-called "norm."

I was very happy to be Alicia's slave. And, the role of dominant mistress suited her. She was my physical and emotional superior, and I was comfortable with that. We had managed to strike the proper balance between my submission to her, and my managing to keep my ego intact. It was because Alicia, being the insightful person she was, had never publicly humiliated me. She had never sought to break my spirit. I was dominated and punished, but my humiliations were private, for her eyes alone. Alicia knew just how much pressure to apply, and when to let off. It was through her domination of me that I finally began to feel "free." Alicia fulfilled a craving in me that allowed me the freedom to love her and submit to her. And that is what I wanted, anyway.

For Alicia's part, I think that she had been hurt before. I don't know how many times she had been in love before, but I suspect it hadn't been many. Maybe my unconditional love and submission to her will were what she needed to finally feel love. In any case, we were, I believed, a perfect match for each other.

The sun was going down. From Chapel Hill to Sunset Beach takes nearly four hours to drive. We had left our apartment at about two-thirty. We had about another hour to drive, and the sun was already low in the sky. It was going to be a cold, blustery night, but we would be warm in our rented house.

"I'm getting anxious to get there," I said.

"Me, too," she said, smiling at me.

"Tonight is my night, right?" I asked.

"Yes, Phillip, tonight is your night. Do you know what you want to do?"

"Yes, pretty much. But I want you in control, as always. I need it."

Alicia stroked and squeezed my thigh. "Yes, darling, I know you do. Don't worry, I know what to do."

It seemed like forever, but we finally crossed the famous pontoon bridge between the mainland and the island on which Sunset Beach is situated. When we got to the house, it was completely dark and cold, but we turned on the lights, and I started a fire in the fireplace. I unloaded the car, locked it, and came into the house. It was already starting to warm up.

I prepared a light meal, and we ate in our wedding clothes by candle and firelight. I could hardly keep my eyes off Alicia. She positively glowed. Her cheeks were flushed slightly, and not just from the chablis we were drinking. Her beautiful coppery red hair was very becoming, put up like Kathy had done it. Her skin was flawless, creamy white and slightly freckled through the opening in the front of her dress. I could also see and appreciate the swell of Alicia's breasts through the opening as well. Her eyes sparkled in the candelight.

"Would you like me to bathe you?" I asked.

"No. I'll take a shower. I want to get started on your special night."

"Then let's open our gifts," I said.

We put the dishes away, cleared the table, and went to the couch with our wine glasses. Alicia handed me my gift, and I handed hers to her.

"Open it," I urged. I admit I was a bit nervous as she tore the wrapping.

She opened the box and pulled out a pair of old-fashioned, ruffled pink panties, a waist corset that hooked in the front, and various pieces of jewelry.

She smiled and chuckled a little. "Oh Phillip! I like them!" She held up the corset. "How does this work?"

"You hook it up the front, under your breasts, and it makes them stand out."

"As if they don't stand out enough right now," she laughed. She picked up the jewelry. "What about these?" she asked.

I picked up two of the pieces. They were small gold chains about an inch and a half long, with tiny golden filligreed balls hanging from them. At the top was a hook. "These are for your breasts," I said. "You fit the hook over your nipples. See, you can adjust them so they don't pinch too much."

"I think I know what this is for," she said, picking up another other piece. It was composed of a U-shaped clip, with two gold chains hanging from the ends. From the chains hung two small golden balls. This fits around your labia minora," I said. "I really think it's sexy. I can hardly wait to see it on you." 

"And this one?" she asked, holding up the last one. This one was also composed of two gold chains, from which two small golden balls dangled. The chains were attached to a small, smooth conical object.

I felt myself blushing slightly. "This one," I said, "is for your butthole."

"You've got to be kidding!" she cried, blushing and putting her hand over her mouth.

"No, Mistress, I'm not. You see, this part," I showed her the small cone, "goes inside to hold the jewelry in place."

Alicia was still blushing. I think I may have shocked her. "You will wear my gifts, won't you, Mistress?" I asked anxiously.

She took her hand away and looked at me. "Of course I will, Phillip. You are a good slave, and you deserve it. Let's do this: You go take a quick shower, and then wait out here in the living room for me, like the naughty little boy that you are."

I undressed quickly and took a shower. When I got out, I quickly rummaged through my suitcase and retrieved what I wanted to wear, then went into the living room. Alicia took her gifts and went into the bedroom, closing the door behind her.

I was trembling with excitement as I put on the few things I had gotten from my suitcase. I couldn't wait to see Alicia in her costume.

It seemed like forever, but it was only about thirty minutes before my mistress bade me enter the bedroom. Alicia had darkened the room by leaving only one lamp on, and that covered by a red scarf.

She was sitting in a chair beside a table, on which burned a candle. She stood up when I entered, and said, "Come and stand before me, Phillip." I walked closer and got my first look at her. I was stunned. She was exactly what I was hoping for. Although she had added an open white silk blouse to her ensemble, I could still glimpse the small golden chains and filligreed balls that dangled from her nipples. Underneath her breasts, nipping her waist in, and making her titties jut forward, was the black corset I had given her. And below the corset was my favorite piece of clothing: the pink ruffled panties.

I came over to her. "Stand up straight!" she barked. I came to attention. "Who do you think you are, flirting with that little tart Twyla!"

"Mistress, I would never..."

"Be quiet!" She walked very close to me. I could smell the light, astringent scent of her perfume. I ached to reach out and touch her.

"I bet you'd like to see me, touch me, wouldn't you? Well, if I ever so much as see you looking at that little whore, I'll never lay a hand on you again."

"Yes, Mistress."

"Now, how do you think you should be punished?"

"I--I think I should be spanked. Spanked hard, Mistress," I said quietly, my voice filled with emotion.

Alicia went over to the chair and sat down. "Then get over my knee," she said.

I went over and got over her knees. "I'm going to spank you good and hard for flirting with that little tart," Alicia said, and began laying hard slaps on my butt and the backs of my thighs. Even through the boxer shorts I was wearing, the blows hurt. After about twenty-five or so spanks, Alicia said, "Stand up!"

I stood up. "Pull down your underwear," she said.

I pulled down my boxers, revealing the white silk panties I was wearing. They belonged to Alicia. I had "borrowed" them for the weekend. The panties were fairly skimpy, and had lace around the waistband and the legs. They barely covered my erection, which bulged out in front. At the tip of the bulge, my leaking cock produced a growing spot of wetness.

Alicia didn't expect to see me wearing a pair of her silk panties. Her eyes got wide. She looked up at me and said, "How dare you wear a pair of my panties!" I said nothing, thinking it better to remain silent.

"Now they're going to be ruined! You'll stretch them out. Oh, Phillip, you have been a very bad boy!" Alicia may have been surprised and a little pissed off, but she kept looking at the panties, and my cock bulging through them. "Turn around," she ordered. I turned slowly around. "Just as I thought," she said, "they're not going to be worth anything after you're done with them."

To me, the panties felt wonderful. They felt light, smooth and very erotic against my skin, and especially against my cock.

"Get back over my knee, Phillip. You're going to pay for those panties with your ass!"

I scrambled back over Alicia's knees. This time, she reached over to the table, picked up a hairbrush, and began spanking me with that. The blows hurt, but they were more than balanced out by the delicious sensation of my cock against the panties, nestled in the valley between Alicia's legs. She spanked me hard with that hairbrush, and I could feel the stinging warmth growing over my backside.

Eventually, she got disgusted with even that. "Stand up and pull down those panties," she barked. I rushed to do so. "Get back down here!" Back over her knees I went. This time, I was treated to the even more delicious sensation of my bare, erect cock rubbing against the soft ruffles of Alicia's panties. As the blows from the hairbrush began on my ass, I began moving just a little, rubbing my cock against the ruffles. It was heaven.

Still, the spanking I was getting on my bare ass from that hairbrush could not be denied. It wasn't long before the warmth progressed to genuine discomfort, and then to pain. Alicia knew how to spank me, and how to make it hurt. Each blow delivered hurt mightily. It wasn't long before I was attempting to dodge the spanks. Alicia only held me more firmly. Eventually, I began groaning in agony. Tears stung my eyes. "Oh Mistress! Ow! That really hurts!" I gasped.

"I want it to hurt, you bad boy! I told you that I was going to burn your ass up, and I am!"

Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! The blows rained down on my ass with no letting up. Alicia's arm was especially strong that night. She spanked hard and rhythmically, never varying the pressure, only the location. She moved from my thighs to my buttocks, and then back down again.

I was sobbing. Tears poured down my face. "Oh Mistress! I'll never look at Twyla again. Never again!"

The spanking continue unabated. "Do you promise! Really promise, slave?"

"Yes, Mistress, I promise!"

"Well, I'm still not done yet!" she said, and continued spanking.

At one point, the pain became secondary to another feeling. My constant movements to avoid the blows to my bottom had caused my cock to rub against her panties, arousing me intently. My constant leakage into the depression formed by the junction of Alicia's thighs and crotch had produced a warm, soft, slightly wet place for my cock to rest. As my mind retreated from the pain into the pleasure, the place my cock was in became a soft, inviting pussy. The feeling built and built until, like water bursting through a dam, I came shudderingly, gushing semen all over Alicia's ruffled panties.

I was gasping in pain and pleasure, groaning in mixed agony and ecstasy. Alicia had stopped spanking me. Large teardrops splashed on the floor beneath me. "Oh Mistress," I cried, "I came, I came."

I felt her take a deep breath. Her voice calm, gentle now, Alicia said, "You've had enough punishment for right now, slave. Get on your knees before me."

Slowly, painfully, I got into a kneeling position before my Mistress. She opened her legs wide and hitched forward slightly in the chair. "Now lick your come off my panties. Lick it all off."

I moved forward between her thighs, found the wet spot, and began licking at the thick, salty pool of sperm I had deposited. Much of it covered her pubic mound, and I could sense Alicia's excitement as I lapped at the material directly over her pussy. When I was done, I sat back.

She looked down. With embarassment, I realized that I was momentarily limp. "I want your cock hard, slave. Would you like to look at me? Would that help you get hard again?"

"Oh yes, Mistress."

She stood up before me. Slowly she removed the silk blouse she was wearing, revealing her titties, with their attached jewelry, in all their glory. My cock stirred slightly just at the sight. Then, she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties, and slowly pulled them down. She stepped closer to me, and I suddenly smelled her aroused, overheated sex. Spreading her legs, she ran her hands from her pussy, up over her torso, and cupped her breasts. Dangling between her legs, I could see the small ruby jewels twinkling in the muted light. Impulsively, I lurched forward, burying my face in Alicia's red pussy. Groaning, I kissed and licked at it, my tongue finding the metal clip holding the jewelry in place. "Mmmmmm," Alicia sighed, running her fingers through my hair briefly before stepping back. She turned around, spread her legs again, and reached back to pull the cheeks of her ass apart. "Do you see it, slave?" she asked quietly. "Oh yes, Mistress, I see," I whispered, for dangling from Alicia's puckered asshole were two small golden balls suspended by chains. "Then show me how much you love me." I moved forward and buried my mouth and nose in the cleft of her buttocks, reveling in the taste and smell of Alicia's musky asshole. I kissed and licked all around the chains and the balls, and even attempted to insert my tongue. Alicia held herself like that for several minutes while I worshipped her orally.

She moved away again, and said, "You are hard again, I see. Get on the bed in a kneeling position." I scrambled onto the bed and assumed a kneeling position. "Stick your ass into the air." I did so, and once again, the blows came down, this time with her hard hand. The pain from my previous spanking had, by this time, subsided somewhat. But this new punishment renewed it with a vigor, and soon my ass stung mightily. I got maybe twenty-five to thirty blows before she stopped. My eyes were closed, but I opened them when I felt the bed shift. Alicia was climbing on the bed with me. She lay down in front of me with her legs spread wide and a pillow under her butt. "Now, slave, eat my pussy and asshole. You'd better do it right and make me come, too!" The pussyclips and anal jewelry were still in place. I was made to gently remove both with my teeth. Then, I dived into Alicia's pussy, licking and sucking and tongueing if for all I was worth. She tasted wonderful! Sweet and tart and slightly musky. I moved downward and sucked and licked her asshole, rimming her thoroughly. It wasn't long before Alicia was uttering delighted cries and sobs of pleasure. She urged me on with lustful mewings. I covered her entire pussy with my mouth, tongue-fucking her, then moved to her erect clitoris, flicking back and forth, then up and down. "Oh god, Phillip! Right there! Right there!" she sobbed. "Don't stop! Keep going! Oh, oh, oh, aghhhhh!!!" Her body bowed upward, then convulsed in orgasm as an earthquake of pleasure flooded her body. My Mistress cried out hoarsely as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through her. Her juices practically flooded out onto my tongue, and I drank them greedily.

I love giving pleasure to my Mistress.

Eventually, she got too sensitive, and pushed my head away. I remained kneeling between her legs, allowing her to rest.

"Now fuck me, Phillip. Fuck me now. I'm ready." She spread her legs again, bringing her knees up past her waist. I got between them and placed my cock at the flowing entrance to her pussy. Suddenly, I was engulfed in the exquisite sensation of Alicia's warm wet cunt sliding over my cock. She was hot, so hot. I plunged down into her honeyed depths. Cock, pussy, and lips all came together simultaneously as we melded our bodies together for the first time as man and wife. We both moaned in ecstasy. She threw her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist as I began pumping in and out of her pussy. I ground my pelvis against her, causing her to gasp in pleasure. "Oh yesss!" she whispered into my ear. "Fuck me good, Phillip. Oh, fuck me!"

We both held on to each other for dear life as I pummeled her. Excited as we were, it wasn't long before our voices joined in murmured endearments and choking half-sobs of rapture. "Keep going, baby. Mama's going to come soon. Make mama come. Make mama come hard."

I was like a man possessed. I fucked deeply into her silken cunt, trying to delay my own climax, which was becoming imminent. "A little more, baby! Just...a...little...more! Oh, oh, ohhhh!" Alicia cried as her whole body spasmed in climax. Once again, she uttered hoarse ecstatic cries as waves of pleasure washed through her body.

My own climax was very close now, but she said, "Don't come yet. Not yet. As your reward, you may put your cock into my butthole." 

I slipped out of her pussy. With her still on her back, I pushed her legs back a little further, revealing her pink-brown, puckered anus. It was already well lubricated from the copious pussy juices which had run down into it. My cock was also slick with pussy juice. I placed the tip at the opening, and pushed slowly.

"Go slowly, Phillip. I've never had you there," Alicia gasped.

I applied steady, gentle pressure, and slowly my Mistress' asshole opened to me. "Ah, ah, ah," Alicia grunted as I spread her open. Eventually, I felt my cock pop through the sphincter and ease into her rectum.

"Oh Mistress, it feels good!" I said.

"It does to me, too, Phillip. Now, enjoy yourself, but be gentle with your Mistress."

I began pumping in and out of her smooth, grasping butthole. The muscle at the opening gripped me differently from her pussy, a completely novel sensation. I felt my orgasm building again. Without realizing it, both Alicia and I were moaning continuously with the pleasure and sexiness of it.

"Oh Mistress, I am going to come!" I cried.

"Fill mama's butt up with your come, darling. Fill me up!" Alicia mewed.

Her words spurred my climax. I felt a bead of exquisite pleasure-pain race down the length of my straining cock and burst out the tip in an explosion of pent-up, orgasmic, splashing male come. I seemed to come forever, and as I did, I gazed into the eyes of my wife/Mistress and immersed myself in their green depths. I pumped into her butthole for as long as I could, then fell exhausted onto the bed beside her. We immediately came together, sharing a deep kiss.

I must have dozed for a few minutes, because the next thing I was aware of was the feel of a warm wet washcloth washing my genitals. "I'm very pleased with you, Phillip," Alicia whispered. She crawled into bed beside of me. I went to sleep again.

I awoke to the most exquisite sensation. I opened my eyes to a dark room, only gradually realizing where I was. I heard a low gurgle and then a quiet moan, and I looked down to see the top of Alicia's head bobbing up and down on my once-again erect cock. She must have been doing it for some time while I was asleep, for it was only a few moments before my pleasure peaked and I was shooting gob after gob of semen into Alicia's hungry mouth. She sucked me completely dry, crawled back up beside me in the bed, put her arms around me, and went to sleep. She whispered, "You are part of me," into the darkness, then grew quiet. Once I heard/felt her deep even breathing, I went back to sleep too.




Alicia Ch. 13



And that was our first wedded night.



Alicia Ch. 14



Warning! This story contains material of an adult nature and is intended for mature readers and for personal use only. No copyright infringement is intended.



There was light coming from one of the downstairs windows, as Mike and Angelica crept up through the overgrown Laburnum bushes, toward the side of the house. They peered in through the dirty glass panes, and Angelica gave a gasp of surprise, her fist flying to her open mouth.

The room appeared to be some sort of library, the walls lined with well-stocked bookshelves. There was a large, open fireplace opposite the window. A man stood in front of the fireplace, his trousers heaped about his ankles. A beautiful, naked brunette knelt on the carpet before him, giving him blow job.

"Alicia!" Mike gasped, in an anguished voice, as he recognized the girl.

"She sure don't look like she's being coerced!" exclaimed Angelica, admiringly. The girl sure knew how to give a guy head!

They watched, fascinated, as the girl went down on the dapper-looking, middle-aged man, time after time. Suddenly, the man pulled out of her, and strings of creamy cum, spurted out of the end of his twitching cock, splattering over her upturned face and breasts.

"Look, she's laughing, she's loving every fuckin' minute!" Mike exclaimed, bitterly.

Angelica, whilst revolted, was secretly impressed by the man's copious output.

The man grinned and took something from his pants pocket, and handed it to the girl. She popped whatever it was into her mouth, laughed, then rose to her feet, smiling, before eagerly guiding his still erect cock between her open thighs, into her waiting sex.

"That is definitely NOT your average damsel in distress!" Angelica declared, shaking her blonde locks, in disbelief.

The brunette wrapped her arms about the man's neck, then raised up one leg and wrapped it about his waist, careful not to loose his cock in the process. She seemed to be smiling now, almost in relief, as her other leg wrapped around his hip and she locked her ankles behind him. As the man, whom Mike had recognized as Arnie Sidebottom, slipped his hands beneath her buttocks to support her weight, she arched her spine, throwing her head backward, and crying out with obvious pleasure, as his cock began to piston into her sex.

"The bitch! No wonder she didn't want me to try to find her!" Mike exclaimed, tears glistening in his eyes. "Trust me to fall for a slut like that! Come on, I've seen enough!" He grabbed Angelica's hand and started to turn away from the window....

"Don't either of you make a move!" snarled a deep, menacing voice. A huge, threatening hulk, loomed out of the shadows. Butch stepped into the moonlight, waving a lethal looking automatic pistol at them.

"Well, well, what have we here?" he chuckled, noting Angelica's comparative state of undress and jumping to the wrong conclusion. A courting couple, huh? Don't you folk know this is private property?" He took a good look at Mike, for the first time. "Hey, don't I know you?" he growled. "You're the guy that was with the Rossetti dame, over at her place, when we picked her up!" His gun barrel came back up. He was no longer smiling. "Walk ahead of me, both of you, with your hands on top of your heads! And don't try anything foolish, I'm not afraid to use this, if I have to!"

"Better do as he says," Mike muttered, placing his hands on his head, while cursing himself, under his breath.

-oOo-

"Er, excuse me boss," Bull said, in an embarrassed tone. Alicia was pressed back into an armchair, the backs of her calves resting on Arnie's shoulders, moaning with pleasure, as he pumped into her wide-spread sopping snatch.

Arnie looked up, his face displaying his obvious annoyance, at the interruption. "What is it?" he snapped. "It'd better be good!"

"Er, Butch has caught two snoopers in the grounds of the house boss! A man and a woman! You've met the bloke before, and I think I know who the female is!"

Arnie pulled out of the girl and tugged his underpants and trousers back up. "Who are they?" he demanded, savagely.

"Not in front of the girl, boss!"

"Oh, all right! Get dressed Alicia, and stay here, until I return!"

"Yes Arnie," she replied, with a sulky pout. "Try not to be too long, darling!"

"Where are they?" Arnie demanded, turning back to Bull.

"Butch has taken them down to the cellar!"

"Good!" Arnie finished buckling his belt. "Let's go!"

-oOo-

"Well, well, if it ain't that nosy Mike O'Reilly!" snarled Arnie, as he descended the steps into the stone-walled cellar. "And what have we here?" His eyes glittered, as the traveled over Angelica's skimpily clad, shapely frame. She was now minus the jacket.

Both Mike and Angelica, had been chained, standing, in the centre of the room. Shackles had been placed around their ankles, attached to short lengths of chain, fixed to widespread eyebolts in the stone slabs. Manacles, that hung down on lengths of chain from the ceiling, had been locked about their wrists, holding them above their heads. It was more like a scene from a mediaeval torture chamber, than from the twenty-first century!

"This dame works in a Soho strip joint, Boss!" volunteered Bull. "Don't ask me how she knows this character though?"

Arnie stepped forward, and gripped Mike's chin, as he stared, coldly into his eyes. "You were warned not to try to find the girl, you smuck!" he snarled. "Now you're going to have to suffer the consequences!"

"Let the blonde go!" Mike pleaded. "She's got nothing to do with this!"

Arnie turned to Angelica, who was trembling with fear. "Oh no! I'm afraid the girl is in this just a deeply as you are, my friend! You will both suffer the same ultimate fate!" He ran a hand down over her breast. "But I'm sure the boys and I can have a bit of fun with her, first?" His fingers curled about the slim, lacy band joining the two bra cups together and, with a sudden yank, he tore the flimsy garment from her body, causing her large breasts to bounce, fetchingly, against her ribcage. "Isn't that so, my dear?"

"Aaaah, please don't hurt me!" Angelica gasped, her big, blue eyes filled with fear. "Please..."

"Aaaagghh!" She gasped out loud, and her hips jerked forward, as he tore the flimsy, matching panties from her body, leaving her totally nude.

"You bastard!" Mike cried, tugging, hopelessly at the manacles about his wrists. "Keep your slimy hands off her!"

"Shut it!" Arnie snarled, as he turned toward the younger man. There was a loud crack, as the flat of his hand knocked Mike's face sideways, and split his lip. "If I'd have wanted your advice, I'd have asked for it!"

He turned back to Angelica, and his hand slipped between her spread thighs, fondling her sex. Involuntarily, she squirmed her hips, and tried to pull away. "I'm sure we shall get on like a house on fire, my dear?" he murmured, his eyes glittering, evilly.


He turned to Butch. "Keep these two entertained, while I go away and contemplate their fates!" he ordered.

"Yes Boss!" Butch replied, eagerly, his piggy eyes glittering like twin, black coals.

Arnie turned his head, as he was about to mount the stone steps. "Oh, by the way, better strip him too! We don't want to be accused of sexism, now do we?" All three of them guffawed loudly, then Arnie returned to his favorite plaything, trailed by Bull.

After both Arnie and Bull had departed, Butch cut the clothes off Mike, and after running his eyes over both naked prisoners, he also shuffled off someplace.

"I'm sorry darling, this is all my fault!" Mike groaned, as he stared at the tears trickling down Angelica's cheeks, causing her black mascara to run and streak. "I should never have allowed you to talk me into letting you come along!"

"No, no, it was my own decision!" she half-sobbed. "You have no reason to castigate yourself, my darling! We're both in this together! I...."

Just then, Butch returned. He appeared to be carrying a pair of dark woman's stockings, and a lacy garter belt.

"W-What are you going to do?" Angelica gasped, in a tremulous voice.

Butch ignored her, and walked over to Mike. "Don't try anything clever, or the girl will suffer!" he warned, as he bent down and unlocked Mike's left ankle shackle, slipped a stocking on, over his foot, and carefully rolled it up to his shin. He clamped the shackle back around the ankle and re-locked it. He then repeated this sequence with the other leg, before carefully rolling both stockings up Mike's slightly spread, hairy legs. The lacy tops reached just over halfway up Mike's muscular thighs.

"What's all this, you pervert?" Mike snarled, unable to keep quiet any longer.

"Shut your mouth, or the girl will be sorry!" Butch snapped, as he slipped the lacy suspender belt about Mike's trim waist, and fastened the clasp, at the small of his back. He then expertly attached the four suspenders to the front and back of each stocking, and rose to his full height. "There, don't we look nice and sexy," he said, with a broad grin.

Mike eyes open wide, with sudden understanding, as he saw the hulking ape take a half-used tube of K-Y jelly from his trouser pocket.

"You disgusting bastard!" he cried, pulling at his wrist manacles.

A puzzled frown had appeared on Angelica's forehead. She hadn't yet figured out what was going on. Realization dawned, as Butch stepped around behind Mike, and began to unbuckle his trousers. "You can't!" she gasped, going white.

Butch unzipped his fly and pushed his trousers and boxer shorts down about his knees, then proceeded to apply a liberal quantity of the jelly to his massive penis, which was already fully erect.

Mike groaned with frustration, and tried to squirm away, as a lubricant-coated finger was forced into his anus. This procedure was repeated several times, until the hoodlum was finally satisfied.

Angelica stared, in fascinated horror, as the big gorilla of a man, placed the head of his cock against Mike's anus, and with a powerful jerk of his loins, thrust into Mike's back passage, gripping Mike's hips, and pulling him onto his throbbing shaft.

"Yeeooww!"

Angelica shuddered, as Mike cried out with pain, his anal muscles tightly contracting, trying to foil the huge invader of his rectum, without much success.

Butch was a powerful man, easily overcoming Mike's feeble resistance. He began to pound into Mike's anus, ignoring the gasps of pain, as his hands played with the tops of Mike's stockings, and slipped under his lacy suspenders, caressing his belly and cock. "How do you like it, sexy?" Butch growled in his ear.

"Uh, uh, uh, uh..." Mike was unable to speak, but incredibly, his cock had grown hard and erect.

Butch slipped a hand around Mike's throbbing shaft, and began to jerk him off, as he continued to thrust into his exquisitely tight anal passage. "Admit it, you're loving every minute?" he growled.

"Nnnnooooo, unnngghh!" Mike climaxed, jetting a large spurt of cum across the room, much to Angelica's shock and amazement.

Further spurts splattered onto the stone floor, as Butch continued to expertly wank him off, then with a loud groan of pleasure, the hulking hoodlum ejaculated, jetting his load deep into Mike's rectum. He continued to piston into Mike's bottom, until every drop of semen had been discharged, then withdrew his wet, softening penis, and walked around to face his groaning victim. "Thank you darling!" he said, grabbing Mike's hair, and yanking his mouth down against his, in a perverse, homosexual kiss.

As he released him, Mike spat, a look of loathing on his face. "You… You disgusting pervert!" he managed to gasp, the pain momentarily forgotten.

Butch chuckled, pulling up his pants. "I think I shall go take a refreshing shower!" he announced. "I feel all hot and sticky!"

"Mike, are you alright?" Angelica gasped, anxiously, as soon as the thug had exited the cellar.

Mike moaned, and slowly opened his eyes to look at her. "I feel as if my guts have been torn in two!" he groaned.

Angelica stared at the glistening ribbon of spunk, that was running down the inside of his thigh, and staining the top of his stocking. It was stained pink with blood. She suddenly felt sick to her stomach. "He... He may have done some internal damage?" she whispered, worriedly. "We need to get you to a doctor, as soon as possible!"

He raised his head to stare at her. "With our remaining life expectancy, that is hardly a priority!" he muttered, bitterly.



Alicia Ch. 14



As usual, I was the first one up the next morning. I was a little sore from the spanking that I had received the previous night, but not as sore as I had thought I would be.

It had truly been a memorable night. I hoped that I had pleased Alicia, because she had certainly pleased me. When I remembered how she looked, decked out in the jewels, and wearing the corset and ruffled panties, I felt my cock begin to stir again. I sat up in bed, and looked down at her sleeping face. We were both nude, had slept entwined. I stroked her hair a little, feeling just how right everything was. I had found the loving, dominant woman I had been searching for, and had made her my wife. I felt very fortunate. She stirred only a little, then went back to sleep.

I got up, built a fire from the feebly glowing embers, made coffee, and went down to the corner store for a paper. It was cold, a little windy, but clear. The sun was up, but still low in the sky. The shadows were long, the sky that particular shade of almost metallic blue that you only see in cold weather.

When I got back, Alicia was still asleep, so I sat in the living room for a while, reading the paper and drinking coffee. It was about another hour before I heard her stirring in the bedroom. I walked in carrying a cup of coffee, and set it on the bedside table.

She opened her eyes, smiled at me, and said, "Good morning, husband."

"Good morning, Mistress," I replied.

"Call me 'wife'," she said.

"Good morning, wife," I said.

"I like that," she said. "I've never been a wife before. Do you think that I'll be a good one?"

"Mistress, I think you are already a good wife. No groom could have asked for a more fulfilling wedding night."

"Hmmm. I like the sound of that," she said.

"Are you hungry?" I asked.

"Yes. But not for food."

"Your wish, as always, is my command," I said, getting back under the covers with her.

We made gentle, early morning love, taking our time, exploring each other's bodies, savoring every moment of the experience. Although corporal punishment was a treasured part of our sex life, it wasn't absolutely necessary to our enjoyment. I enjoyed Alicia's lush curves and satiny skin with or without the added stimulation of a good spanking.

Afterwards, we were lolling around in bed when Alicia said, "Okay, turn over. I want to examine you."

I turned over and she went carefully over my butt to see how it had fared the night before. "Well, you look good," she said finally. "Funny, I thought for sure that you would be marked or even welted this morning."

"Well, it sure felt like that last night. It was plenty hard, Mistress," I said. "Are you hungry for food now?" 

"Yes," she said, giving my ass a slap. "Get out there and start rattling some pots and pans."

I made french toast and bacon for breakfast, along with orange juice and coffee. We both ate heartily, then went outside for our usual brisk walk around the island. We spent the rest of the morning relaxing around the house, listening to music, and reading. For lunch we went to Calabash for seafood. After lunch, we napped. It was a good day.

In the late afternoon, with the sun going down, we went out for another walk around the island. The wind was picking up and it was getting colder, but the sky was still clear, and it promised to be a starry night. I was keenly anticipating the night ahead. It was to be Alicia's night, and I had no idea of what she had planned. I didn't know it at the time, but it was going to be a night of pleasure and pain that I would never forget.

I made a fire in the fireplace, installed Alicia in the living room with music, books and wine, and set about making our dinner. We had decided on cornish game hens, wild rice, hot crusty bread, and a green salad. We also had a very nice, crisp blush Chablis to drink with it. For dessert, we had strawberry short cake.

"So, what did you think of our first night together as man and wife?" she asked.

"I thought it was great," I said. "It will be hard to top."

"Well, I have some special plans for us tonight. I hope that you're up to it. By the way, you blew me away by wearing my panties."

"Well, I thought they were sexy, and I wanted to surprise you."

"You did, boy. But, I still liked it. Here, fill me up," Alicia said, holding out her glass. I refilled her and went back into the kitchen.

"Well, all I can say is that I'm up for anything tonight, Mistress. Do with me what you will."

It might have been the wine, or the anticipation of what we were going to do that night, but both of us ate well. Maybe we knew that we would need sustenance. In any case, to save time, we took our shower together. I soaped Alicia from head to foot, paying particular attention to her back, which she especially liked. During the shower, she had me bend over, and inserted a soapy finger in my anus. "We're going to make you squeaky clean, boy," she said.

"Well, that's the way to do it, Mistress." I said.

Later, dressed in our robes, I opened my present from Alicia. The first thing was a T-shaped leather strap with snaps on it. "That goes on your cock." she said. "You'll be wearing that later tonight."

"What about this?" I asked, pulling out a thin steel chain with clips on each end.

"That goes on your nipples," she replied. "See, you can adjust the tension. I want them to sting you, but not hurt you."

I knew what the next thing I pulled out was for. It was a large, wide, black rubber butt plug. "Oh lord, Alicia, I hope I can take that thing."

"Don't worry," she said smiling archly, "I'll put it in slow, and I'll lubricate it, just like you did for me last night." 

Let me tell you, I was glad that I'd been careful with Alicia's anus the night before. That butt plug was big, and I wanted her to be gentle when she put that thing in me.

The last thing in the box was a pair of leather wrist restraints. "I'm going to restrain you tonight, at least part of the time, Phillip. Is that all right?"

"Of course it is, Mistress. I am yours to do with what you will," I said.

"Good," she said. She leaned over and kissed me deeply. "I'm ready, lover. Let's get started. I want you to get undressed and wait in here while I prepare the bedroom. It will only take a few minutes. I'll call you in." My Mistress got up and went into the bedroom, taking my presents with her. 

I knew that I was in for what some might call a "rough night." But strangely, I didn't mind. I was so confident in Alicia's love, so trusting, that I knew that no matter how hard I was spanked, how much stress I was put under, that she would never really hurt me. Implicit trust and love were part of our relationship. They had to be, to engage in the kind of sex play we did. Indeed, although I now had an idea of what I might be in for, I anticipated it with pleasure, not dread.

While I waited, I cleared away the table and straightened up the house. I banked the fire in the fireplace so that we could warm ourselves by it later if we wanted. Then I slipped off my robe. I was my Mistress' naked sex slave, after all.

I must have timed it perfectly, because as soon as I was nude, I heard Alicia say from inside the room, "Phillip, you can come in, now."

I walked into the room.

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It was dark in the bedroom, except for the light from several candles. There was also the aroma of sandalwood incense. It took a few moments for my eyes to adjust to the darkness, but I soon made out Alicia standing in the corner. As my eyes gradually became more used to the dark, I caught my breath at the costume she was wearing. I had not seen any of it before, she had managed to purchase it without my knowledge. As on the night before, she was stunning.

My Mistress was wearing a black leather demi-bra, and black leather T-back panties. She had on thigh-high, sheer black stockings, seamed down the back, and black high-heeled pumps. Her lips and fingernails were a deep dark red, and she had put on darker eye makeup than usual. From her ears dangled silver hoop earrings. In her hand, she carried a wide leather strap paddle with handle. I looked in her eyes, and saw an Alicia I had never seen before. Her eyes glittered with lust and excitement. Suddenly I knew that I was in for a very rough night.

"Get down on your hands and knees, Phillip, and crawl over here to me," she ordered.

I did as I was told. When I reached her, she put her hand under my chin, and pulled me to a standing position in front of her. Then, she pulled up a chair, and sat down in front of me. Although I was a bit apprehensive, I was still excited, and my cock was at full erection. It bobbed in front of her. I saw Alicia's mouth open slightly, her pink tongue came out and wet her lips. For a moment, I thought she was going to put me in her mouth, but she didn't. Instead, she reached over to the table beside of her and picked up the leather cock and ball strap she had shown me earlier.

I sighed as she handled me expertly, attaching one end of the strap around my testicles, and the other around the shaft of my cock. "That'll hold you, I think," she murmured. She looked up at me and said, "Phillip, slave, this symbolizes your total surrender to my will, your total commitment to me. You are not to come until I give you permission, and you are not to lose your erection, either. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress," I said.

"Good." Alicia stood in front of me. She had the chain with the attached clips in her hand. She attached a clip to each of my nipples, tightening them just enough to bite.

As she worked on me, I couldn't help but stare at her. Alicia had never seemed so beautiful or exotic. Her curly red hair was parted in the middle. It hung long and loose about her face and shoulders. Her face was pale, yet the dark eye shadow she had used made a striking image. Her eyes, normally stern but loving, now burned out at me with some sort of inner fire that I had not seen before. She was close enough for me to smell her perfume. It was something sweet, yet musky. Along with the scent of her perfume, I caught a whiff of her perspiration. The two scents combined to make an absolutely intoxicating mixture. For a few moments, I stood and inhaled deeply, letting it perfuse my senses.

"Now, Phillip, I want you to get on your knees before me. I want to feel your tongue on my shoes, and then all the way up my legs."

I got on my knees before my Mistress, put my tongue to the black leather of her pumps, and cleaned the entire shoe. Then, I did the same with the other shoe. When I was finished, I began licking her ankles, moving over the instep, and then to the top of her foot. I covered both of her feet with my tongue before moving up to her calves. Slowly, slowly, I worked my way up her smooth, stocking-covered leg. I lifted her leg and ran my tongue up and down the seam that ran up the back of her hose. Once, I glanced up at Alicia. She was staring down at me, holding the leather paddle in her hand, the tip of her pink tongue protruding slightly from between her lips.

Eventually, I made it all the way up to her inner thighs. She sighed gently and spread a little, so that I had easier access. As I got closer, I could feel the heat from her sex. I spent a long time on her smooth inner thighs. I nuzzled the crease between her sex and the top of her thigh, then moved over her mons venus.

"Mmmm," she moaned softly as I kissed and licked her pussy ardently through the soft leather of her panties. I did that for several minutes, and her groans became a little louder during that time. Eventually, she grasped my hair, pulled my head back and said, "Get up on the bed, kneeling."

I stopped reluctantly, and knelt on the bed. "Hands behind your back." I felt the leather restraints placed on each wrist and then tightened. My wrists were now bound together behind my back.

"Put your face down on the bed, and lift your ass in the air, Phillip."

I did so, and a few seconds later, the first of the slaps came. She was using her hand, and spanking hard. For several minutes, I got spanked with just her hand, and I could feel my ass getting redder--and warmer. Alicia's hand was hard, but it did not seem to hurt as much as it used to. Instead, she usually used her bare hand to "warm me up" before moving on to some other implement. So it was tonight.

There was a brief pause, and then Alicia started with the leather strap. Now that stung. When I began to whimper a little, and move out of the way, Alicia snapped, "Get your ass back up there!" At the same time that my butt was starting to burn, however, my cock was getting harder and harder. By this time, the link between the pain I was receiving, and the pleasure I was feeling was firmly established. The harder she strapped me, the harder I got.

"That's enough for right now, slave. Sit back." I sat back on my calves. My cock jutted out arrogantly. "Yes, this is what I like to see," Alicia said, reaching up to fondle and pull my cock. I closed my eyes and tried to keep my excitement under control, but it was difficult. I loved for Alicia to touch my cock! "You like that, don't you, Phillip?" I nodded my head. "How do you like this?" she said, leaning forward to blow on the head a little. I felt the light warm wind of her breath on the head of my cock, and then a tiny drop of pre-come must had appeared, for Alicia leaned forward, and licked me lightly across the tip. "Very nice," she said, giving me a quick smile. "I love doing this to you, Phillip," she said, touching my cock with the strap. "You're so easily aroused. It's very gratifying."

Alicia had been reaching down to touch herself; squeeze and play with her pussy while she teased my cock. Now, she got up on the bed with me, facing away. She pulled down the leather panties, exposing her brown anus and just below it her moist pussy lips, and whispered hoarsely, "Eat my pussy and butthole, Phillip. Make me come now. I need to come now."

I leaned forward, my hands still bound behind my back, and put as much of my face as I could manage into the cleft between her buttocks. I licked and sucked ardently at Alicia's warm and musky pussy and butthole. I ran my tongue between her swollen pussy lips and tried to insert it inside. I placed an avid kiss on her puckered anus, rimmed her and tried to put my tongue in there too. Next, I moved down to her engorged little clitoris. I took it between my lips and sucked gently on it. I could feel Alicia tense, hear her lustful cries as I sucked and flicked at her clit. "Oh, don't stop. Right there, suck it right there! Oh, that's so good, Phillip! You know what mama wants! Oh, agh, ahhhhh!" she cried hoarsely as her climax rippled through her. She held herself against my mouth for as long as she could before finally collapsing on the bed.

For a minute or two, she rested on the bed in front of me. Then Alicia recovered herself and got up. "Very nicely done, Phillip," she said. She got off the bed and walked over to the table. She came back with a leather collar and leash. The leash went around my neck, the leash attached to the collar. "Get down off the bed, slave. Easy now, don't hurt yourself." I was allowed to walk as she led me into the bathroom. "Get into the tub and kneel. No, face the rear of the tub." I did as I was told. I had no idea what what going to happen next.

Alicia, I could see, had brought the large rubber butt plug with her. This she laid on the bathroom counter. Next, she reached under the counter and brought out a plastic enema bag, a tube of lubricating jelly, and a package of liquid soap.

"Phillip, I'm going to 'purify' you tonight. Have you ever been purified?" Alicia asked.

"No ma'am," I said.

"Well, this is how it works," she said, turning on the warm water. "I'm going to fill your rectum with warm soapy water, then insert the plug in your anus. You are to retain the enema until I tell you that it is permissible to let it go. Is that clear?"

"Yes, Mistress," I said.

"If you let go too early, or make a mess, you'll not only have to clean up the mess, but I'll beat you even harder than usual. Clear?" she asked, pulling up my chin.

"Yes, Mistress."

"Good." By this time, she had emptied the soap into the enema bag and added warm water. I watched at the soapy water slowly rose to the top of the bag. It looked like an impossibly large amount. I knew that I'd never be able to retain it.

"Mistress, may I ask a question?"

"Yes, Phillip, of course."

"How much water does the bag actually hold?"

She smiled at me, and then caressed me in a proprietory fashion. "It holds a liter of fluid. But don't worry, the capacity of the human rectum is about one liter. If you try, you can hold it." She looked me in the eyes. "You will try to hold it for your mistress, won't you, Phillip?"

"Oh yes ma'am, I will."

"Good," she said, nodding. "Are you ready?" she asked.

"Yes Mistress."

I was a little frightenend. I had never had an enema before, and the thought of taking all that water up my ass was scary and a little disgusting, but I was willing to try it. After all, Alicia said I had to.

Alicia hung the bag on the shower head and had me bend over. With a little chuckle, she said, "Your ass is a little red, Phillip. It looks good. How does it feel?"

"It feels fine, Mistress," I mumbled.

"I hope you are ready for this, slave, because I sure am. My pussy is wetter than wet thinking about giving you this enema. Now bend over and spread'em."

I bent over and immediately felt her big strong fingers spread the cheeks of my ass. Then I felt the sticky-slick nozzle being pushed into my virgin asshole. "Now remember what I said. Don't let go until I say." She let go the clamp on the tubing and I had to groan as I felt the warm, soapy water flood into my rectum. "You like that, huh?" she asked. Alicia gave my rock-hard penis a squeeze and said, "Yes, I think that you do." Meanwhile, my ass was filling rapidly with the water. I wasn't sure how much more I was going to be able to hold.

Groaning, I said, "Oh Mistress, I can't hold much more! I'm going to burst soon!"

"Remember what I said, Phillip. Let go one second sooner that I say, and you'll clean up, and get the beating of your life!"

The pressure in my rectum increased. I felt full to bursting. I groaned again. And then, I couldn't hold it any more, and a drop of water from my anus squeezed out around the tube and dropped on the bottom of the bathtub. I looked up. Alicia was frowning at me, and I suddenly felt very ashamed. I had failed her.

She pinched the cheeks of my ass together while the last of the water ran in. I was nearly sobbing with the effort of holding it in. Finally, I felt the tube being pulled out of my asshole. Alicia reached around and picked up the butt plug. A second later, I felt the smooth, conical tip of the plug push into my anus.

I was moving around slightly; I couldn't help it. Alicia gave my ass a hard slap with her hand and said sharply, "Hold still, slave!" I tried my best to stay still while she slowly pushed the broad tip of the plug into me. Slowly, my anus spread open to receive it. I groaned deeply again. It seemed impossibly large! I could hear Alicia also grunting with the effort as she pushed it in.

Finally, the broadest part of the plug slipped past my sphincter muscle. It was now in place. I breathed a sigh of relief. Alicia asked, "How does it feel, Phillip?"

"Very full, Mistress," I barely managed to utter.

"Are you ready to let it go?" she asked sweetly.

"Oh yes! Very ready!"

"Not yet," she said with a little laugh. She unfastened my wrist restraints. "Come with me." She pulled a little on my chain, and I carefully got out of the bathtub.

I was taken, crawling on my hands and knees, butt plug sticking obscenely out of me, on a tour of the house. We left the bedroom and went down the hall to the other bedroom, then back up the hall into the kitchen and living room. The fire I had built up earlier had died down somewhat, and I hazarded a look at my Mistress in the flickering reddish-orange glow of the firelight. She looked magnificent standing there, holding my leash, dressed in her leather. She tugged my chain a little more, and led me back into the bedroom.




Alicia Ch. 14



I was so full of the soapy water that I was practically sloshing. As I moved, I could feel it working in my bowels. A image came into my mind of a washing machine. Yes! That's what I was, a washing machine. Surely this would clean me out completely, purify me for my Mistress.

We stopped in the dimly lit bedroom and Alicia knelt in front of me. "Are you enjoying your second wedded night with me, Phillip?"

Tears came to my eyes. I had never felt this way before! I had never, ever given up such total control! Not even the act of defecation was totally mine anymore. Alicia was the mistress of my mind and my body! I felt completely helpless, yet completely free! My spirit took flight, and I broke down into grateful sobs in front of her.

"I thought so," she said. "Well, I have a partial reward for you." She stood up and removed her bra, then slipped off her panties. As on the night before, she had on her titty jewels, her pussy clip, and her anal jewelry. "I put your gifts to me back on as a tribute to you, my beloved slave. Are you pleased?"

Tears running down my face, I nodded.

"Good, now let's continue." She led me over to the bed. I was made to kneel at the foot, and hold out my arms. My wrists were then secured to the bedposts. Carefully, lest I lose control, she had me back up until I was nearly spreadeagled. I felt so vulnerable, so helpless, so exposed! But my heart was full of the desire to please her.

"Get ready," she said. A second later, the first of the blows from a wooden cane landed on my cruelly exposed ass. 

"Ow!" I yelped involuntarily.

"Oh, does it hurt? Good. I want it to."

In the microsecond before the actual blow landed, I heard the swish of the cane cutting the air. Then the sharp pain coursed through my body. I had never been caned before, and the blows were quite painful. The pain had a keen edge that neither Alicia's hand or the strap could duplicate. It wasn't long before I was gasping in pain, uttering sobs, attempting to move away from the cane. Alicia did not scold me, she probably understood how I felt. Instead, she just adjusted her blows to hit me wherever I moved, covering me equally between the backs of my thighs and my buttocks.

When my cries had crescendoed, then broken into heartfelt, pleading sobs, Alicia stopped. "Hmmm," she said. "I'm very pleased. Here, let's give you a break." With that, I felt the first blows from the much-wider strap land.

After the thin, sharp cane, the strap felt like the caress of a lover. (I suppose that's what it was.) Although Alicia strapped hard, I found myself moving to meet the blows. The stinging pain of the cane subsided somewhat, to be taken over by the warmer, almost gentler pain of the strap. Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! went the strap. I heard Alicia grunting in exertion. 

Finally, those blows stopped as well. Dimly I heard Alicia panting for breath. 

"I'm amazed, Phillip. You've done very well. Are you ready for your reward?"

"Yes, Mistress," I whispered.

"Okay, you've earned it." She released me from the bedposts and led me around to the side of the bed. "First, though, I want to be eaten again." She sat on the edge of the bed, moved forward, and spread her legs. I moved between her thighs. The two jewels attached to the pussyclip dangled in front of me. I kissed her clitoris and ran my tongue around her wet, aromatic cunt. She sighed as I ate her, running her fingers through my hair and pulling me closer to her.

"Mmm, good, good," she said as I covered her pussy with my mouth and laved her. She was trembling now, right on the brink of climax, and I flicked her excited little clit back and forth, up and down.

"Ah, ah, ahhhh!" she cried out as another orgasm tore through her. I smiled: I loved pleasuring my Mistress. "That's enough," she said, pushing me away. She got up from the bed, took up my leash, and led me into the bathroom.

"Now, I'm going to remove the plug," she said when we got into the bathroom, "but don't let go. It's almost time." She pulled my chin up and kissed me softly on the lips. "I am very pleased with you, Phillip," she said gently. 

She had me raise my ass in the air. "I'm going to ease it out now. Get ready." With her strong hand holding my cheeks, ready to squeeze them shut when the plug was removed, she took it out slowly, giving me a chance to recover. I groaned deeply in relief as that huge thing passed through my tortured anus.

"Now, sit on the toilet, Phillip."

I sat on the toilet, slightly hunched over with the effort of retaining the enema. "Don't let go until I say so."

I promised her I wouldn't.

Looking down at me and smiling sweetly, Alicia finally gave me permission to let go of the water I was holding. "Okay, Phillip, you may relax now."

I'll never be able to describe the sensations that coursed through me as the warm soapy water rushed out of me. I cried out loudly, emptying a huge load of waste-filled water into the toilet. I flexed my muscles, emptying myself, making myself pure for my mistress.

I was groaning and panting for breath. I had never been so full, then so empty. I kept saying, "I love you, Mistress," over and over. Alicia stood over me, smiling slightly.

"Are clean inside and out for me?" she asked.

"Inside and out, Mistress," I gasped.

"Then you may shower," she said.

I reached behind me and flushed the toilet. Alicia led me into the shower, soaped me down quickly, and rinsed me and dried me. Then, she led me back into the bedroom. She stood me up and removed the collar and leash, then had me stand there while she climbed onto the bed. She left the anal jewelry and the breast jewelry on, but reached down and removed the pussyclip. Alicia spread her legs and brought her knees up to her chest. "Now, fuck me Phillip. Fuck me good and hard, and don't come until I tell you to."

I got up on the bed with her. As soon as I was within reach, she grabbed my once-again hard cock and stuffed it into her pussy. We both moaned as I fell into her. Our lips came together as our bodies joined completely. Our groins were locked together. She was very, very hot and wet, and very tight. Her velvety softness encased me in its muscular grip, and I was soon gasping in pleasure. However, I remembered my orders, and began stroking her cunt deeply.

Alicia groaned and met every thrust, snapping her hips forward and grinding into me. I pounded her, grinding against her to stimulate her clit. Soon, she was sobbing with pleasure and urging me on. I was like a mindless fucking machine. She threw her arms and legs around me and held on tight. Soon, I heard her crying out as yet another climax ripped through her.

"Okay, okay! I give up, Phillip! Stop for a moment."

I looked down at her. My Mistress was smiling up at me. "Are you ready to come into my pussy, Phillip my slave?

"Oh yes, Mistress, I am very ready."

"Then go for your own pleasure, you earned it."

I plunged again and again into Alicia's molten core. I felt her body wrap around me, drawing my essence out. She was sucking the come out of me. I felt as if everything I had, everything I was, was being drawn into her warm and receptive body.

Alicia kissed me on the ear and whispered, "Come into mama's pussy, Phillip. Give her all your come."

Her words had their desired effect, I felt a sudden buildup and then release of pressure, and ecstatic pleasure exploded in my brain and body as my balls emptied their load into Alicia's waiting pussy. I too, cried out as my sperm flooded her. Finally, I lay exhausted over her. She kissed my face, neck and mouth, and stroked my back.

"We are bound together completely, Phillip my beloved slave. Say you are mine forever."

"I am yours forever," I said.



Alicia Ch. 15



Warning! This story contains material of an adult nature and is intended for mature readers and for personal use only. No copyright infringement is intended.

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Bull walked into the cellar, and an amused grin appeared on his face, as he observed Mike's minimal attire of lacy-topped stockings and garter belt. "I see Butch has been up to his old tricks!" he said, with a chortle.

"Fuck you!" Mike snarled, wincing with pain.

Bull ignored him, and walked over to the trembling Angelica. "You and I have some unfinished business, babe!" he growled, reaching out and grasping her left breast, and squeezing it, viciously.

"Aaaaauugghhhh!" Angelica cried out in pain, as he squeezed her nipple between his finger and thumb, then stretched it, almost beyond its elastic limit, before letting it go. Tears of pain glistened in her eyes, but she still stared back at him, defiantly, her head held high.

"You only came on to me in the Pink Flamingo, so you could find out where we had the hooker stashed, for the boyfriend here, didn't you, you conniving bitch?" He started applying pressure to her other nipple.

"Aaaiieee! Yes, yes!" she gasped, arching her back and writhing in agony. "Please stop!"

"I thought as much! Well, you owe me, bitch, you owe me big, and I'm gonna get what's owing to me!" he snarled, unbuckling his belt, and pulling down the zip of his denims. He pulled out his already semi-hard prick, swiftly jacking it into full erection, then stepped up close to her.

"No, please..." she pleaded, trying to pull away. To her surprise, he stepped around behind her, and began to pull apart her buttocks. "Ooooh, noooooh, pleeaasseeee!" she pleaded, desperately, trembling with fear.

"Leave her alone, you bastard!" Mike croaked, horrified.

"Don't worry, I ain't no arse bandit!" Bull chuckled. "I just like it from the rear!" He slid his shaft between her shapely ass cheeks, and swiftly located her fuck-hole. Then, firmly gripping her hips, he pulled her back onto his rampant cock.

"Aaaaugh!" Angelica gasped, as much from relief as anything else, as his penis slipped into her vagina. For a few moments, she'd imagined the powerful thug was going to rape her anus.

His hands came around, over the tops of her thighs, gripping the tender, inside flesh of her inner thighs, as he pulled himself deep into her vulva. "Yeah, nice and tight, just the way I like it!" he growled. He began to ease in and out of her clinging confines, whilst his fingertips drew apart the fleshy hood hiding her clitoris. Then began to play with her love button, swiftly teasing it into full, fat erectness.

"Mmmmmnn, auuuugghh!" She squirmed with pleasure, her terror temporarily forgotten, as she felt an orgasm rushing up from the depths of her belly.

Mike snarled and tugged at his shackles, in a jealous rage, as he watched the muscle-bound thug shagging his girlfriend. "You filthy bastard!" he choked, almost incoherent with fury. For some inexplicable reason, he had developed a massive hard-on again?

Angelica threw her head back, eyes tight shut, back arched, as she felt herself about to tumble over the edge, into a mind-blowing orgasm. "Oh, yes, yes, yes! Do it to me, do it to me!" she gasped, thrusting her hips back to meet each powerful lunge, now a prisoner of lust, as well as her physical restraints.

Suddenly, she orgasmed, and she started to buck and writhe on the end of his cock. "Oh Jesus, don't stop, don't stop!" she gasped, as her pussy spasmed, wildly about his pistoning gristle.

Bull grinned, and redoubled his efforts, his hands cupping and squeezing her taut breasts. "You are... some... hot bitch!" he panted.

Moments later, Bull climaxed, his hot feral load spurting deep into her womb, as he grunted with relief and pleasure. Her powerful cunt muscles didn't let up, contracting and relaxing, contracting and relaxing, until he was finally pumped dry, and his cock began to soften and shrivel.

With a reluctant sigh, Bull withdrew his soft, wet penis. "I hope you enjoyed that fucking, darling?" he murmured into her shell-like ear. "It might just be your last?" With that, he stepped back and pulled up his pants.

He fetched a jug of water, and gave them both a much needed drink and ignoring Mike's threats, before switching off the overhead light, and leaving them in total darkness, for the rest of the night. The girl could be heard quietly sobbing to herself, as he mounted the stone steps leading up into the main house.

-oOo-

Alicia, rolled over, and blinked up into the daylight, as her eyes gradually focused on the two men and the girl, standing alongside her bed. "Wha...?"

"Get out of bed, darling!" Arnie commanded, in a quiet, but firm, voice.

Alicia felt bloody awful. Her guts felt as if they were being squeezed in a vise. She needed a fix, badly. She struggled up into a sitting position, not bothering to cover her nakedness, and stared at the female, curiously. The stranger was a ravishing platinum blonde, and she was totally naked, with her wrists securely handcuffed behind her back. "Who...?" she began.

Arnie grasped a wrist and tugged her up, off the bed, and Bull threw the helpless blonde down onto it, before climbing astride her. The girl seemed to be in some sort of daze, and put up vertially no resistance.

For a brief moment, Alicia thought the muscular bodyguard was going to rape the girl, but, instead he unfastened one cuff, pulled her hands from behind her, slipped the connecting chain around behind one of the bars of the headboard, then recuffed her freed wrist. She was now chained to the headboard, her hands above her head.

"What's going on, Arnie? Who is she?" Alicia asked, bemused, her hands rubbing the hot, irritated skin of her upper arms. She felt like shit!

"I've bought you a little plaything, darling!" Arnie murmured, with a grin. "If you do a good job of making love to her, Arnie will give you your medicine!"

Alicia's eyes opened wide. "Please, Arnie, I need the stuff now!" she gasped, sensing the imminent onset of the shakes.

"After you've gone down on her, my precious! Now, get on with it!"

The blue-eyed blonde stared up at Alicia, wide-eyed, as the naked brunette hastily climbed astride her recumbent form.

Alicia had never made love to another woman before, but the sooner it was over, the sooner she would get her fix! She leant forward, her dark hair brushing the girl's large, naked boobs, before her lips encircled one of the pink crests.

"Aaahh!" The blonde gave a small gasp, and her nipple sprang to quivering attention.

Alicia grinned, and repeated the operation on the other nipple, before gripping both erect teats between her thumbs and forefingers, and rolling them, gently. She ran her tongue wetly down her cleavage, marveling at the firmness of the girl's large breasts, as she moved down over her ribcage, and over her trembling belly, pausing briefly to stick her tongue into the girl's large navel, her fingers still working their magic on the girl's tits.

The blonde's eyes were closed now, low moans coming from her slack lips.

Alicia moved down between her unresisting thighs, and the girl deliberately spread them further apart, giving her easier access. Her pubes were clean shaven, just like her own, suggesting that the girl was either a prostitute, like herself, or some sort of exotic dancer or model? Her pudenda was nicely padded, her skin smooth and pink.

Alicia eased the folds of flesh apart, and ran her pink tongue along the slit from bottom to top.

"Aaaagh!" The blonde's hips jerked, and Alicia smiled.

She eased the rapidly darkening outer labia apart, and leant forward to lick on the glistening, pink flower of her womanhood!

"Nnnnngh!"

Alicia sucked the rapidly swelling clitoris into her mouth, squeezing it between her lips, as the girl writhed beneath her.

"Oh Jesus, yes, yes, yessss!" Angelica gasped, as she felt her orgasm approaching. "Don't stop, don't stop! Uuuuunnnggghhhh!" Once more, her body had become a slave to sensation! Her hips surged, as she climaxed, and a flood of girl-cum poured from her pussy.

Alicia lapped at the clear liquid, her heart pounding madly. She had never made another woman climax before, and it was making her feel very, very horny. She slipped her stiffened tongue into the now sopping love hole, and the girl moaned with renewed pleasure. "Nnnngaaaah!" Soon, she was cumming again, as she attained another orgasm.

Alicia finally raised her head, cum glistening on her lips and chin. "Enough?" she croaked. Arnie grinned and nodded. "Do I get my pills now, daddy?" she pleaded, in a little girl voice.

Arnie nodded again, and tossed her three of the pink tablets. She swallowed them quickly, then let out a shuddering gasp of relief. Her body was shaking, and she felt as if ants were crawling all over her flesh, but the effects would quickly dissipate, now she'd had her fix!

"I have another little present for you, my love!" Arnie murmured, with a smile, handing her what looked like a dildo, with various straps attached to it. "It's a strap-on dildo!" he explained.

She nodded. "So I see!" she replied.

"I want you to strap it on, and then fuck this bitch!"

Wordlessly, she took the pseudo cock from his hand, and strapped it about her hips, carefully positioning it over the entrance to her sex, then climbed back onto the bed, between the blonde's open thighs. "I'm sorry about this, honey, but I'm sure you'll enjoy it!" she murmured, as she forced the girl's knees upward and outward.

"Nooooh, please..." the girl gasped, wide-eyed with fright. "Nnnnnngghh!" She gritted her teeth, as the eight-inch Latex cock slithered its way into her sopping quim. It even had a pair of realistic, Latex balls, that slapped against the back of her thighs, as Alicia penetrated her fully.

Alicia began to piston in and out of the girls tight pussy, feeling the constricting effect of her vaginal muscles, as they contracted about the rubber invader. A small protrusion on the base of the cock, constantly rubbed against her clit, as she drove in and out, stimulating it, deliciously.

It gave her a tremendous feeling of power over the girl. "This must be how the man feels, when he's fucking me?" she decided, as she felt the old familiar feeling growing, in the base of her belly.

She thrust in, again and again, gripping the girl's buttocks, and pulling her onto her pseudo cock, each time she penetrated her. She arched her spine, her breasts aching and swollen, her prominent nipples like two diamond drill bits! Already, she was starting to feel the buzz of the drug, as it entered her bloodstream and fed her sexual frenzy.

"I'm cumming!" the girl screamed, as her hips started to buck, uncontrollably. "Aaaagghh!"

"Oh Jesus! Oh Jesus! Oooooooh!" Alicia gasped, as she climaxed herself, and her vagina went into a series of wild, pounding spasms. She collapsed on top of the blonde, the dildo still embedded inside her, until both their climaxes subsided, then she rolled off alongside her, panting, heavily, with a dreamy smile on her lips.

"Jesus, boss, now that's what I call two hot bitches!" Bull exclaimed, a huge tent in the front of his denims.

Arnie nodded, sweat glistening on his forehead. "Yeah! Take the blonde back to the cellar!" he ordered, mopping his brow on a handkerchief.



Alicia Ch. 15



The next morning, Alicia was the first one up. Despite sleeping heavily, I was still sore and weary from the previous night's exertions. Still, I lay in bed, feigning sleep, and replayed the events of the previous night. It had been a night that I would never forget. I gripped my cock, erect with the need to urinate, and fondled it. It had certainly done its job. I also touched my own anus. Doing so sent a small thrill of pleasure through my body. I had never had an enema before. My bowels felt very empty, but it was a good feeling.

I yawned, and Alicia must have heard me, for she came into the bedroom almost immediately. She smiled down at me in that special way that said she was both satisfied and pleased with me. "Good morning, sleepyhead," she said.

"Good morning Mistress," I said. "What time is it?"

"It's almost ten o'clock, quite late for you to be sleeping."

"I know," I said, starting to get out of bed. That was when the soreness hit me. I was so stiff from the beating I had taken the night before, that I could barely move my legs. And yet, I had to pee badly. I must have gasped in pain, because Alicia immediately looked concerned and pushed me gently back into bed.

"Stay in bed, Phillip. You took quite a beating last night, and I know you are sore. Just let me take care of you, for a change." She smiled again at me, but her eyes looked troubled.

Sometimes, I think Alicia had mixed feelings about what we did together. I don't mean the sex part. I mean the beatings that I took, and indeed asked for, at her hands. I have sometimes felt that Alicia would have been content to be just the dominant partner in the relationship, rather than the punishment-giver. Not to say that her beatings were unwelcome. I loved them just as I loved her. But it may have been that Alicia was not completely comfortable in her role. It may have been that I shaped Alicia to fulfill my own needs. Although I was sure that a part of her enjoyed administering the corporal punishment I received--all you had to was look in her eyes when she was spanking me or strapping me--I sometimes felt that she would have been just as happy if all she had to do was order me around. There were times when I knew that she regretted a particularly strenuous spanking.

Be that as it may, Alicia had turned out to be the perfect partner for me and my particular needs. She was beautiful and demanding, inventive and loving, protective and caring, and she had a very strong arm. We shared a bond of trust and love that I have never felt equaled.

"I need to get out of bed to pee," I said.

"Stay in bed, I said. I'll get you something." She went over to her suitcase and got, to my astonishment, a urinal.

"Oh my lord, Mistress, where did you get that?" I asked.

"I brought it from the hospital. I wasn't sure whether you'd be able to get out of bed comfortably, so I brought it." She pulled the covers back from my nude body, revealing my erect penis.

"My, my, we do have to pee this morning, don't we?" She took my penis and placed it in the urinal. I lay back on the pillows, sighing in relief as I emptied my bladder. When I was done, she took the urinal into the bathroom and dumped it. She came back, sat on the bed, and said, "Okay Phillip, turn over."

Slowly, painfully, I turned over on my stomach. I felt Alicia's hands caress my back, then go slowly and lightly over my sore butt and thighs.

"Well, I marked you up, darling, but I didn't draw blood this time. How does it feel? Does it still burn?"

"Not too much," I said. "But I'm pretty stiff. I'll probably walk funny for a couple of days."

I was lying on my stomach, head turned, looking up at her. Once again, her eyes filled with tears.

"Tell me true, Phillip. Any regrets?"

"None at all, Mistress." I moved to put my head in her lap. She stroked my back, my neck, my hair. We stayed like that for a long while.

I must have dozed off, for the next thing I knew, she was carefully moving my head back onto the pillow. "I'll be right back," she said quietly. She went into the bathroom and came back with a jar of cream. It felt deliciously cool as she massaged it into my butt and the backs of my thighs. The welts were worse on my thighs: They had taken a lot of punishment. Then, she gave me two 600 milligram ibuprofen tablets, and brought my coffee.

"What would like for breakfast?" she asked.

"Tell you what. Why don't I get up and...." I started, but she cut me off.

"I said, 'stay in bed.' Let me do something for you for a change, Phillip."

"Mistress, if I don't move soon, I'll be too stiff."

"Don't worry, I'll do some range-of-motion with you later on. Now, what do you want?"

"Um, how about just some toast with butter and jelly?"

"That's all? That's not enough, Phillip."

"I'm sorry Mistress, I'll eat more if you want. I'm just not very hungry right now." It was true. I wasn't very hungry. As a matter of fact, I felt a little pukey. I broke out in a little sweat, and had to lay back. Alicia became concerned.

"Oh shit, Phillip, you just turned white. I think you're a little shocky." She took my pulse and said, "Your pulse is okay, just a little weak. Here, lie still while I get you some liquids. We may have to stay here another night."

Alicia stayed by my bedside for the next two hours, giving me sips of liquid, and monitoring me.

"I'm so sorry Phillip, I must have overdone it last night," she said.

"It's all right, Mistress. I'll be okay in a bit." A couple of hours later, I did feel better, but she still wouldn't let me out of bed.

"I'm calling the hospital to let them know that neither of us will be back until tomorrow afternoon or evening," she said.

"What did you tell them?" I asked when she got back.

"I told them that you had food poisoning, and that as your physician, I was requiring you to stay put until I said you could go."

She crawled into the bed with me. I was tired and wanted to sleep. Alicia wrapped me up in her arms, held me close to her, and we both drifted off.

When I woke up, I felt much better. Alicia was still asleep beside me. It was growing dark outside. The shadows in the room were lengthy, the sunlight a late-day orange. I turned in the bed to face her. Alicia's face was composed in sleep, relaxed, almost childlike. She rarely frowned in her sleep anymore. She was nude, as was I, and I relished the feel of her warm body against mine.

I kissed her face again and again, filled with love, and happy to be married. Her eyes opened, she yawned. "Feel better?" she asked quietly.

"Yes, Mistress, much better."

"Good. No spankings for while."

"Okay, just for a little while."

Alicia felt so good, so warm and smooth, that I couldn't help but to run my hands over her. "I love you, Mistress." I whispered.

"I love you, too, Phillip."

She reached down and took hold of my cock. It was hard again, but not from having to urinate. "I see we've made a recovery," she said, smiling at me.

"Yes, Mistress."

"Would you like me to touch you, Phillip?"

"I love it anytime you touch me, Mistress."

"Would you like to come for me? show me how much you love me, Phillip?"

"I would love to, Mistress."

She began stroking my cock up and down. I was always amazed and delighted that Alicia knew exactly how much pressure, just what tempo, to use. Pretty soon, a clear drop of pre-come appeared at the tip. She gently wiped her thumb over it, smearing it across the engorged head of my cock.

Alicia moved in close to me and said, all the while jacking my cock, "Phillip, come on your Mistress. I want your semen on my body. Spray it on my belly."

"Okay," I gasped.

Her hand was pumping faster and faster. My cock was getting harder and harder, the pleasure rising to a peak. I opened my mouth, and she covered it with hers. Alicia took my tongue into her mouth and sucked on it. Her kiss was hungry and demanding. I kissed back as ardently as I could, but the feeling of her hand was almost too much. I broke the kiss just in time to gasp, "Oh Mistress, here it comes! Here comes all my come for you!"

A heavy gout of sperm erupted from my cock and landed on her belly. She continued pumping and more came out. One especially strong volley threw a drop onto her chin. I focused on the small drop of semen as I spurted onto her body.

The flow subsided, and so did her hand. We were both breathing heavily. "Oh Mistress, that was so good! I don't want anyone to ever touch me except you."

"I'm glad you enjoyed it, Phillip. You earned it last night. You had me worried today. Are your sure you're all right?"

"Much better, Mistress."

"Then come here and hug me, slave." I turned to her, and we embraced, gluing ourselves together with my sperm. She kissed me and kissed me. I felt very loved, very protected. And very married.

* * *

Alicia didn't lay a hand on my ass for the next two weeks. I think I scared her some. I don't have an explanation for why I got sick after our second wedded night. Maybe it was the hard spanking combined with the purging, combined with fatigue. My next few spankings were of the garden variety over-her-knee type with just her hand or a hairbrush.

We settled into a routine, enduring a seemingly cold spring and anticipating the summer. Our marriage was still a secret from most of the people we worked with. We knew that if it got out, one of us would probably have to resign. It was a hospital policy.

We were very happy. Alicia seemed more comfortable and at ease than she had ever been. Oh, she could still be bitchy sometimes, and she definately let me know who was boss, but she carried a air of contentment about her. We discussed moving away to a smaller, rural hospital when her felloship was completed.

It was the middle of April. It had gotten much warmer, but it had also been showering off and on for a couple of days. The hospital had been busy, and both of us were tired after working all day. We decided to go out for dinner. Alicia was in the mood for Chinese, so we went back to Ho Palace, where we'd had our first date.

It was a Thursday night, so we didn't need reservations. We were seated after only a few minutes.

We had wine while we waited for our soup and egg rolls.

Alicia looked a little tired, but she was in a good mood. She had talked to Kathy earlier that evening.

"Well, Kathy and Twyla are `off' again, at least for the time being," Alicia said.

Kathy and Twyla, whose relationship resembled a soap opera, alternately fought and made up, usually about once every week or two.

"Yeah?" I asked. "Whose is Kathy dating now?"

"I don't know for sure. She mentioned some girl she met at a feminist bookstore downtown. I don't know how serious it is."

"Well, Twyla seemed fairly nice, but I'm not sure how well they're suited for each other. Tom told me the other day that he and Twyla had gone out to dinner, but that was all." I drank some of my wine.

"So Twyla likes men as well as women?" Alicia asked.

"It seems that way, but she favors women, I think. Maybe she only dates men when she wants to make Kathy jealous."

"Maybe so. I know that Kathy is nearly fed up with her, though. It won't take much to get Kathy to cut it off completely."

The waitress brought our soup. We started eating. "I'm glad that I don't have to worry about any of that stuff any more," I said.

Alicia smiled at me.

We both liked the food and the restaurant. We had won ton soup, egg rolls, fried rice, and almond gai ding. Mostly we ate in companionable silence, but sometimes we discussed movies or plays we wanted to see. The North Carolina Symphony Orchestra would be starting its season soon, and we both wanted to attend a few concerts. We also talked about another weekend trip to the coast.

"I enjoyed our honeymoon, but I don't know if I can stand another weekend as strenuous as that one was," I said, laughing.

"Don't worry," Alicia whispered conspiratorially, "we'll leave the enema bag and the butt plug at home."

I burst out laughing, choking on some tea. Alicia chuckled as I held the napkin to my face. Tea was running out my nose, and tears were running down my face. It took me a while to get myself under control. "You have to promise me, though, that you'll wear the ruffled panties I bought you."

"Don't worry, you'll see them again."

We finished cheesecake, cappucino and tea, and left the restaurant. Alicia's car was parked about a block down from the restaurant, in a relatively dark area. Still, we were not worried, there were still some people about. The the time we got close to her car, we had left the people and the friendly lights behind.

I could see her car about another twenty feet ahead. Alicia began to reach into her purse. Just then, a young man dressed in jeans, and a military field jacket stepped out in fron of us from a doorway. He had a gun in his hands and seemed very nervous. He said, "Okay, just hand over the wallet and purse, and nobody gets hurt."

Alicia and I froze. Fear shot through me like ice water. I tasted copper.

"Okay," I said, "but just take the money." I had reached into my wallet. I held the money out to him. He snatched it.

"Okay, now the purse," he said to Alicia.

"Why don't you just take the money?" Alicia asked. She had her wallet out, and she reached into it and held out a few bills.

"No, I want the fucking purse," he said. He was getting scared and angry.

I said, "Maybe you should give him the purse, Alicia."

She ignored me. "If all you want is the money, take it. But let me keep my bag."

"Listen, bitch," he said, "you give me that purse, or I'll blow you head off." He leveled the pistol at Alicia.

She handed him her purse.

"Good," he said, "but I think I'll blow your head off anyway." He leveled the pistol again.

"No!" I shouted and rushed him. We both tumbled to the sidewalk. Alicia's purse went flying, but the mugger held on to his pistol. I had my hand on his gun arm, but he threw me off and stood up. I was still on the ground. He pointed the pistol at me, and fired once. The pistol made a popping sound as it went off. My left arm went numb, then started burning with pain. He ran away down the street. I felt something wet start flowing inside my coat sleeve.

"Oh shit, Phillip, he shot you," Alicia said. She knelt beside me. Her face was pale, but calm. I was a bit stunned. I couldn't really say anything. Alicia pulled out her cell phone, dialed 911 and called the police and the medics.

By this time, a group of onlookers had gathered. One of them knelt by me, and helped Alicia sit me up and lean me against a telephone pole.

Together, Alicia and the onlooker, a young man, helped me slip my left arm out of my coat. I felt Alicia pull up my sleeve gently. "Well, it looks like he shot you with a 22 caliber," she said. "I think it just passed through the tricep. Are you hit anywhere else?" she asked anxiously.

"I don't think so," I said. I was starting to get weak and dizzy. I started to fall over again, but she held me up.

"Are you all right? He didn't hurt you, did he?" I asked.

Alicia blinked a couple of times, swallowed hard, and said, "No. I'm okay."

"Good," I said. I felt drowsy now, somewhat disconnected. My arm throbbed. "My arm hurts, Mistress," I whispered. Blood had started to drip onto the sidewalk.

"I know it does," she said. "The ambulance will be here in a minute."

"I was scared," I said.

`"I was too, love," she replied.

"That's the first time you've ever called me that," I said.

Alicia knelt down and laid her cheek alongside mine. I felt her tears on my face.

The next thing I clearly remember is waking up in the ambulance on the way to the hospital. A paramedic was leaning over me. He was bandaging my arm. He took my blood pressure, nodded, and said to me, "Phil, can you hear me?"

"Yeah," I said.

"We'll be at the hospital soon," he said.

I was taken to the emergency room of the same hospital I worked at. Shortly after I got there, Alicia appeared. She stayed with me until a policeman came by. They went away together. After awhile, Dr. Stephens, one of our ER docs, came through to see me.

"Phil!" he said, "how the hell are you?" Dr. Stephens and I know each other well. We've worked together for years.

"I'm doing all right, Doctor, except that my arm hurts."

"I've ordered something for that," he said.

He put on gloves and walked over to my gurney. "Okay, Phil, I'm going to take a look now." He got out a small surgical tray and cut off the bandage that the paramedic had applied. "Yeah," he said, "looks like he got you with a 22." He lifted my arm and looked carefully at the underside. "He must have used a jacketed bullet, though, because the exit wound is clean. It looks like it missed the bone, but I'm going to do an x-ray just to make sure. Then I'm going to admit you for a few days."

The bleeding had pretty much stopped, so Dr. Stephens bandaged me loosely and then left. A few minutes later, a nurse came in. She had a small medicine cup with her. "Phillip, Dr. Stephens ordered something for your pain."

"What is it?" I asked.

"It's hydrocodone. You'll probably feel a little groggy."

I swallowed the capsule and lay back on the gurney. I was tired and starting to doze a little when Alicia came back in. She managed a tight little smile, but her eyes were red, and she looked tired.

"They're going to x-ray you, then admit you."

"I know. Doctor Stephens told me."

"Doctor Stephens is really good," she said.

"Yeah."

"I'm sorry, Phillip." She took my hand.

"For what?" I asked.

"I should have given him the damn purse when he asked for it, but he made me mad."

She looked ready to cry, but didn't. My Mistress was very brave. I was starting to fade away again, but before I did, I said, "Mistress, I'm glad you didn't get hurt."

About that time, a radiology tech showed up and said, "Sorry folks, time for Phil to get his arm x-rayed." He started to push me out.

Alicia said, "I'll see you upstairs."

"Okay," I said. I was glad. I wanted to see her again that night.

It seemed to take forever in Radiology, even though it took maybe fifteen to thirty minutes. After the positioning they had to do, I could hardly move my arm, and it was starting to throb with pain. I must had looked a little pale, because one of the techs asked, "Are you all right, Phil?"

"My arm is starting to hurt some," I said.

"Okay," she said, "we're pretty much done around here."

"Where am I going after this?" I asked.

"Fourteen-west, to be admitted."

That was Kathy's floor. I wondered if she was working. By now, it was close to twelve midnight. If she was working the 7P to 7A shift, she would be on.

A few minutes later, an orderly came and took me up the the fourteenth floor. Kathy was at the nurse's station as the orderly rolled me up on the gurney. She had been informed I was coming. 

"Good lord, Phil! What happened to you? I heard you got shot!"

"Alicia and I got mugged."

"Is she all right?"

"Yes, she's fine. I think she's still talking to the policeman or the doctor or something." I grimaced. My arm was hurting a little more.

"Are you hurting?" Kathy asked.

"Yeah, some."

"Okay, well, let's get you settled, and then I'll give you something."

They took me down to a room near the end of the hall. Kathy raised the bed to the same height as the gurney, and I scrambled across. I lay back in the bed with a sigh of relief. The orderly left.

"I'll be right back, Phil. I've got to check your orders and see what the doc ordered for pain."

A few minutes later, she came back with a needle. "He ordered fifty milligrams of Demerol. Here, roll over. I'm going to give it to you in your hip."

I had been changed into a hospital gown long before, in the E.R. I turned on my side, facing away from Kathy, not remembering until it was too late that I probably was red and marked from a hard spanking that Alicia had administered to me the previous night.




Alicia Ch. 15



Kathy pulled my underwear down a little, and then paused. "Phil, what happened to you back here? You're awfully red, and this looks like a handprint, for god's sake!"

I was mortified. In spite of the pain, I could feel my face flush red. I said nothing, hoping that she would ignore it, give me my shot, and let it go.

"Here, you're going to feel a jab," she said.

I felt the sting of the needle, and turned over. Kathy's face was impassive, except for a slight, knowing smile that played around the corners of her mouth. "Well, you're not feverish," she said, laying her hand on my forehead. For just a moment, she let her hand rest against my cheek. "I've got to do your assessment, but I'll wait until Alicia leaves."

"Okay," I said, closing my eyes.

"Rough night, huh?" she asked softly.

"You could say so."

I heard Alicia say, "Well, how is he doing, Kathy?"

I opened my eyes. Alicia was standing at the door. Kathy turned around and said, "Well, he's settled, and I gave him a shot. That's as far as we've gotten so far. Here, I'll let you two visit. See you later, Phil."

Kathy left, and Alicia came over and sat down beside the bed in a chair. "How are you doing?"

"Better now that I can see you."

I saw her eyes get moist. She took my hand and said, "You were very brave tonight, Phillip."

"Well, he was pointing that gun at you. I was afraid that he might shoot. I probably shouldn't have rushed him like I did."

"Well, you scared me to death. I don't want to lose you. Who would run my house, then?" Her voice broke a little, but she didn't cry.

After a moment, Alicia said, "Stephens said you'd be here for two or three days. They want to make sure that you don't get infected. Here, let me see your dressing." Alicia inspected my dressing carefully. It apparently met her approval, because she didn't do anything more. "Okay," she said. "I'm off tomorrow, but I'll be by to see you of course. Besides, I want to see the wound."

"Mistress," I said.

"What?"

"We had a close call tonight, didn't we?"

"Yes we did." She leaned over close and kissed me tenderly on the lips, then whispered, "Darling slave, I love you, and I'm very proud of what you did for me tonight. But don't ever, ever put yourself in so much danger again. Understand?"

"Yes, Mistress."

She leaned close again, "And, I hope you know, I'm going to positively blister your bottom when I get you home."

I smiled tiredly. "I can hardly wait," I said.

She kissed me again. Her cheeks were wet. "See you tomorrow," she said, and got up from the bed.

I heard her leave the room, and then her voice and Kathy's, talking. A few minutes later, Kathy came in. "Phil, I'm sorry to bother you, but I have to take your vitals and look you over quickly."

This time, she looked only briefly at my well-marked backside, although she did run a professional hand over it to see how badly I was welted. She closed my gown, turned me back over supine, and made a mark on her clipboard.

"Okay," she said, "how are you feeling?"

"Tired and sleepy," I said.

"Do you have any pain?"

"Not at the moment."

"Okay, try to sleep a little. If you need anything, just use your call bell." She paused, then said, "Alicia told me briefly what you did tonight. Phil, although you did a brave thing, it was very stupid. Don't take risks like that."

I had heard it all before, from Alicia, but I nodded.

"I consider you a friend, Phil. I don't want to lose you. Now go to sleep," she said, patting my face. I nodded, then drifted off to sleep.



Alicia Ch. 16



Warning! This story contains material of an adult nature and is intended for mature readers and for personal use only. No copyright infringement is intended.

*

Mike was almost beside himself with worry, when they finally brought Angelica back to the cellar, and chained her up, alongside him.

"What happened? Are you all right?" he croaked, as soon as their captors had left, noting the fresh, glistening stains running down the insides of her shapely thighs.

Angelica licked her dry lips, before replying. "I-I'm fine darling," she gasped, the tears glistening in her big, beautiful eyes, belying her words. "They took me upstairs, so that your old girlfriend could have a little fun with me, that's all!"

Mike pulled at his chains, his face dark with fury. "I'll kill the fuckin' bastards!" he snarled. "How could Alicia do this to you?"

"Don't blame the girl too much, Mike! I think they've got her hooked on some sort of drug? I saw that Sidebottom character giving her some pink tablets, while I was up there!"

Mike's eyes suddenly lit up with dawning comprehension. "So, that's the hold the oily git has over her! If we ever get out of this, we must try to take her with us?"

Angelica didn't reply. She wondered if it would've been best to keep quiet about the drugs?

-oOo-

"Who was the blonde, Arnie?" Alicia suddenly asked, halfway through her breakfast grapefruit. She always felt hungry after sex!

Arnie looked up from his milk and cornflakes, and smiled at her. "Oh, that's Mike O'Reilly's latest girlfriend, Angelica Marshall!" he replied, nonchalantly.

"Oh?" The look of shock on Alicia's face, was almost comical. "M-Mike O'Reilly, huh?"

"Yeah, you remember, babe, the guy who was with you, the night we first picked you up!"

"Oh, that Mike O'Reilly?" she replied, weakly.

"Uh huh!" Arnie crunched his way through another spoonful of his cornflakes.

"But what was she doing here, Arnie?" Alicia asked, with a perplexed look on her lovely face, recalling the voluptuous curves of the platinum blonde, and feeling a distinct pang of jealousy, at the thought of her making it with Mike.

"She and that moron, O'Reilly, came here looking for you, my pet! Probably had some half-baked idea about rescuing you?" He leered at her, but his eyes were cold as ice.

"Oh, really?"

"No, O'Reilly!" He grinned, as she stared back, blankly.

"They came here... looking for me?"

"That's what I said, wasn't it!" he retorted, with a slight flash of annoyance.

"Wha... What, ah, happened to Mike?" she asked, trying not to appear overly concerned.

"He's down in the cellar, along with the girlfriend!"

"Oh!"

"Did you want to see him?" Arnie asked, with an icy glitter in his eyes.

"Well, noooh! Well, yesss, it might be fun?"

He pushed his chair away from the table, and stood up. "Why not?" he declared. "But I think you ought to get suitably dressed, before we pop down to visit, don't you? It will be his last chance to see you again!"

She stared down at her revealing negligee, and swallowed hard, suddenly loosing her appetite. "Yeah, right!" she agreed.

-oOo-

Alicia walked down the steps to the cellar, draped on Arnie's arm. Her dark hair was piled up on top of her head, and she was wearing a short, red, low-cut minidress, and a pair of shiny, black plastic thigh boots, with five-inch spiky heels, that stopped just short of the hem of her dress. The dress was so short, that it failed to totally cover her shapely buttocks, giving tantalizing glimpses of her black, thong, bikini panties.

Her heart gave a lurch, as she saw the two naked people, chained up in the centre of the room. One was the shapely blonde girl, the other was... was her Michael!

Ignoring the girl, she walked over to the man, and stood in front of him, hands on her hips, legs slightly parted. "Hello Michael!" she murmured, huskily, smiling at him, through freshly painted, crimson lips.

He blinked, and peered at her, through dazed, bloodshot eyes. "Hello Alicia!" he croaked. "Could I have a glass of water, please?"

She felt a momentary flash of irritation. "Get him some water!" she snapped, looking over her shoulder at Bull. He hurried to obey, handing her the half-full glass.

She tipped it up to Mike's cracked and bloodstained lips, and he drank, thirstily. "Thanks!" he gasped, as he drained the glass.

"Have you missed me honey!" she murmured, huskily, wrapping her bare arms about his neck, and pressing her body up against his, before French kissing him, passionately. As the kiss ended, she pulled herself hard up against him, and rubbed one shapely thigh up against his crotch, feeling his cock grow and harden.

She stepped away again, standing next to Arnie, and noted Mike's stalk-on. She gave a forced sigh of regret, followed by a peal of tinkling laughter. "But, as you can see, darling, I'm perfectly happy where I am!" She offered her lips up to the gangster, who half turned and briefly kissed them. "Anyway, I see it didn't take you long to replace me?" Her eyes flickered over Angelica's naked body, for a few moments. "It's a shame you two have so little time left together!"

Both Mike and Angelica felt a shiver run up their spines.

"I figured you might like to see what you've been missing, one last time, O'Reilly!" Arnie said, with a sneer. His hand moved to the back of Alicia's dress, and there was the sound of a long zipper being unfastened.

Alicia reached up and slipped the narrow straps from her shoulders, and her dress fell about her ankles, in a crumpled heap, leaving her stark naked, apart from her black thigh-length boots, and minimal, black leather, thong panties.

Arnie reached around her torso, from behind her, and caressed her firm, round breasts, flicking the nipples into almost instantaneous erection. "She's all mine now!" he growled, triumphantly. The fingers of one hand rubbed against the tightly stretched leather, clinging to her nicely padded crotch. "I can have her whenever I want!"

"Too bad, O'Reilly," Alicia murmured, squatting to recover her fallen dress, "we might've had something going there?" She pulled it up over her shapely curves, and hooked the straps over her shoulders and zipped herself up, then spun on her high-heels, laughing, and clinging to Arnie's arm, as they turned and exited the cellar together.



Alicia Ch. 16



I was in the hospital for five days. I probably could have been discharged after three days, but Alicia wanted me there, so I stayed. I was lucky: It was only a flesh wound after all, and I didn't get infected. I would probably need some physical therapy afterwards, though.

Alicia made herself officially my doctor, and supervised every aspect of my care. She came in daily and changed my dressing. It wasn't that she didn't trust the nursing staff, it was simply that she wanted to do it herself. I suspect she felt at least partially responsible. I honestly didn't blame her. Alicia had simply been being herself. She wasn't one to be pushed around, and that young punk wasn't going to do it, gun or no gun.

By the way, the young man who shot me was never apprehended. The gun was never identified. The bullet passed through my tricep and impacted on the sidewalk, damaging it so much that ballistics tests could not be performed. Oh well...

Of course, by the time I was discharged from the hospital, the secret of our marriage was out. I came in for some pretty good ribbing from the other guys in the Respiratory Care Department.

Tom came by to see me. I asked him if he'd told about our wedding. "No way, man. I didn't tell anybody. But you know how this place is, everything gets around eventually. By the way, Twyla and I have dated a few times recently."

"Yeah?" I said. "How's it going?"

"I'm not really sure. Sometimes she acts like she's really interested, other times, she seems like she could care less."

"You know that she's a 'companion' of Kathy Stone, don't you?" I asked.

"Yeah. I kind of got that idea. But I don't think they're getting along very well right now."

"How do you feel about her, um, leanings?"

"Not really my business," Tom said. "I'm just taking it day by day with her. She's a pretty nice girl, but kind of bossy."

"Yeah? In what way?" I asked.

"Well, she's always telling me what to wear when we go out, and she always picks the places we go. I don't really care, but I don't want a steady diet of it either."

All in all, I was out for four weeks with my injury. Once I was home, Alicia changed my dressing, gave me my medicine, and arranged for my physical therapy. And, to my immense relief, she resumed my corporal punishment.

I had to ask her for it, though. Although she had promised me in the hospital, she hadn't made a move towards me in that way since I'd come home from the hospital. We had had sex once, but no spanking. Finally, I had to let her know what I wanted in no uncertain terms.

We had just gotten into bed one night about three weeks after the mugging. I was feeling fine, and I wanted a spanking and sex, in that order. I cuddled up to her and began caressing her through her silk pajamas. She responded by kissing me, and running her hands up and down my body. I had on only a tee shirt; no underwear. We were starting to get into it good when I sat back, took off my tee shirt (grimacing a little), and trembling, crawled over her lap.

"Oh Phillip, are you sure?"

"Yes Mistress. I need it. Besides, you promised." I looked at her reprovingly. "Don't be afraid. Just do what you always do." I reached under my pillow and brought out my wooden-handled hairbrush. Handing it to her, I said, "Don't forget this."

I sighed, relaxed, closed my eyes, and waited for my punishment to begin.

"Do you know how much you scared me, Phillip?" she asked quietly.

"No, Mistress."

"Well, it was a hell of a lot!" Then, WHACK! The first blow with her hard, bare hand landed. "Don't ever scare me like that again!" WHACK! "Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress," I said, arching upward a little.

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

Suddenly, all Alicia's former reluctance was gone, and she was spanking me as hard as ever. At first, it warmed me, then smarted, then began to hurt for real, as Alicia struck me again and again.

I moaned and groaned, yelped and squirmed, and even tried to get away. But she held me firmly, grunting slightly with each blow, giving it all she had. As she spanked, she whispered fiercely to me: "I'll show you how to be brave!...Scared the shit out of me!...Spank the living hell out of you!...Don't you try to get away from me!...Next time it'll be even worse!"

Eventually, she tired. I could hear her panting a little. My ass felt like it was on fire, but in the midst of the pain was the warmth I had been seeking. I curled up in it, and said, "Don't forget the hairbrush."

I received at least thirty whacks with the hairbrush. By the time she was finished, I was sobbing with pain and joy. My cock was the hardest it had been in weeks. I slid off of her and lay on the bed supine. Despited the pain I felt, my cock was rock-hard.

"I don't believe you, Phillip," Alicia said wonderingly. "I just gave you the hardest spanking I could muster, and you have an erection!"

With tears of pain and joy running down my face, I said, "It's very simple, Mistress. When I get spanked, I feel loved and secure. When I feel that way, I get aroused."

"But doesn't it hurt?"

"Of course it hurts, Mistress! But the pain is what makes the pleasure afterward so sweet. Can we make love now?"

Alicia turned out the bedside lamp. "Yes, we can. I want you, too. Oh Phillip," she said, sighing, "what am I going to do with you?"

"That's easy, Mistress. You're going to spank me hard, then make love with me. And I'll take care of you forever."

She wriggled out of her pajamas and got down in the bed with me. Her warmth and scent engulfed me. She took me into her arms and kissed me, hard. I let myself go into the kiss. There was nothing for me in the world at that moment but the demanding warmth of Alicia's lips. I molded my somewhat sore and hurting body into hers. Her skin was smooth, so smooth. I felt the slight scratchiness of her pubic hair against my belly. She threw me down on the bed, and kissed my neck and ears, then worked lower. She rubbed her breasts over my chest, her nipples quickly becoming erect. I gripped them and buried my face between them, inhaling the creamy scent of her skin.

"Oh yes, suckle them, baby," she said.

I kissed them all over, then took each nipple into my mouth, sucking hard. Alicia trembled in pleasure. She always enjoyed my paying attention to her breasts.

I felt them withdrawn, and then her hot breath on my own nipples. She sucked each one into her mouth, hard, and nipped me slightly. The effect was like a bolt of electricity to my cock. 

I felt her hot, sucking mouth on my belly as she kissed and drew on my skin. Her hair was brushing my moisting cock. She circled the area with her mouth, getting closer and closer, and finally nuzzled my pubic hair. I felt the first tentative touch of her tongue on my cock, right down at the base. She felt incredibly hot. An exquisite sensation followed as she ran her tongue agonizingly up the shaft of my cock, then flicked at the head.

"Oh Mistress!" I groaned. Between the stinging warmth of my well-paddled ass, and the oral attention my Mistress was giving, it felt like the whole lower half of my body was on fire.

Her strong, warm hand encircled my cock, pumping it up and down slightly. More pre-come oozed out, and Alicia licked it off.

"Your choice tonight, Phillip. Would you like to come in my mouth or my pussy?"

"In your pussy, Mistress, please."

"I was hoping you'd say that. But I think I'll stay down here for a while."

There was hardly a second's pause after that, when I felt almost my entire cock engulfed in the furnace of Alicia's mouth. Both of us groaned in ecstasy as she swallowed me down to the root. I could feel every move of Alicia's tongue against me. She sucked me gently at first, then harder, and the suction was almost unbearable. "I'm going to come soon, Mistress."

Reluctantly, it seemed to me, Alicia took her mouth off, then straddled me. She placed the tip of my engorged cock against the opening of her pussy, and I thrust upward, burying myself in her silken depths.

"Oh!" she moaned, falling down to kiss me. "I should have spanked you sooner, Phillip."

We were very, very hungry for each other.

I thrust upward hard and deep, and Alicia tried to match every stroke. She hitched her hips forward, milking my cock with the strong muscles inside her cunt. We embraced each other tightly, mouths locked together, murmuring endearments to each other, sobbing with passionate cries. It seemed like forever since we had come together so joyfully, so completely. We were in perfect union.

Without either of us realizing it, we were crying out our joy. "Oh Phillip, just a little...bit...more!" And she cried out her climax hoarsely. I pounded her from below, determined to make her come again and again.

Eventually, her sweet and loving pussy had its effect on me as well. "Oh Mistress! I'm going to come in your pussy!"

"Oh come in my pussy, Phillip! Give me all of it!" she cried.

I cried out and arched upward, spurting my load deeply into Alicia's body, the pleasure so intense that it almost hurt. It seemed that I shot forever; spurt after spurt passed into her.

But I eventually had to stop. I was drained and exhausted. We lay like that, Alicia on top, me on the bottom, for several minutes, catching our breath.

She rolled off me, saying, "Oh god, Phillip. That was good loving." 

"Yes it was, Mistress," I said. I shifted slightly. As I did so, I must have grimaced: my arm had started to ache a little.

Alicia noticed and said, "Are you hurting? Let me get you a pain pill." She got up and went into the bathroom. She came back with my pill, gave it to me, and got back into bed. We snuggled down into our usual sleeping posture: Spoon-fashion, on our right sides, with Alicia wrapped around me. As I fell asleep, I heard her whisper, "I love you, darling husband."

* * *

It was the middle of May and I was pretty much recovered from the shooting. The days had turned warm, though the nights were still cool. Alicia and I had begun to think about our summer plans.

We were eating dinner one night about that time, when Alicia looked at me and said, "Phillip, I want you to do me a favor."

"Okay," I said, noting the unfamiliar tone in her voice.

"I've got a conference to attend next week in Myrtle Beach, and I want you to stay here."

"Okay," I said, disappointed. "You don't want me along?"

"Of course I do," she said. "But I would really appreciate it if you'd stay here and keep Kathy company. I think that she and Twyla have finally broken up for good, and she's not dealing with it very well."

Needless to say, I was surprised. I knew that Kathy and Twyla had broken up. We had had Kathy over once or twice, and she had told us the details. Yes, she had seemed to be upset and hurt, but not brokenhearted. Now I learn that Kathy's "not dealing with it very well" and that I'm supposed to provide company while Alicia is out of town.

"Mistress," I said, "I don't understand. Just what do you want me to do?"

"I want you to take her out to dinner, or make it for her. I want you to spend the day or evening with her. I don't know exactly. I just don't think that it's a good time for her to be alone."

I hesitated. "Mistress, I think you should know something. While I was in the hospital, Kathy saw me. I mean, she saw my butt. It was apparently marked up a little. She probably knows about the spanking."

This time it was her time to hesitate. "I realize that, Phillip. We talked about it. I'm afraid I told her that it was an experiment we tried. I made light of it in an effort to change the subject."

"So, how should I handle it if she brings up the subject? As a matter of fact, Mistress, you know she will. Once she gets a couple of screwdrivers in her, she'll talk about anything. I like Kathy, but her personality changes when she's under the influence of alcohol."

"Try to pass it off as a one-time thing. That's the only thing I can think of. I think--no--I know you're right. If she gets drunk, she'll bring it up. Maybe the best thing is to limit her alcohol intake."

"Alicia,"--her eyes widened; I almost never called her that at home anymore--"I'm not sure that this is a good idea. I mean, what if she tries something? She's on the rebound. Anything could happen. I like Kathy, but I'm married to you. What if she wants to, you know, spank me? I don't want anyone but you doing that. Oh Mistress, can't I go with you?"

"Believe me, Phillip, I wish you could. But I feel strongly about this. She needs someone right now, and just about the only people she has are us."

Something was still not right. I could feel it. "Mistress, is there something wrong? Something I should know about? Have I done something to make you mad?"

Alicia reached across the table and took my hand. "No Phillip, you've done nothing wrong. As a matter of fact, the past nine months have been the happiest of my life." I looked at her face. It looked sincere, but there was a slight shadow, an indefinable trace of something that I couldn't put my finger on. For just a second, Alicia looked as if she might cry. But it passed quickly. She said briskly, "So you'll do it? It would really mean a lot to me."

"What about, you know, if she wants to touch me?"

"Listen Phillip, that part of our relationship, just like our sexual relationship, is very private. Kathy knows the boundaries, just as you and I do. If she tries something, just be friendly but firm, and say no."

There was one other thing I had to try, even if it meant angering Alicia. "Mistress, does Kathy know something you don't want her to know? Is that why we're doing this? What kind of hedge does she have that would make you put me into such an obviously hazardous situation? Are you afraid that she'll say or do something to compromise you? Please tell me, and we'll work it out...."

Alicia's eyes hardened slightly. "Be quiet, Phillip. I don't want to talk about it anymore. You know what I want you to do. You have your guidelines. Now just deal with it."

I must have grumbled some the rest of the night, but Alicia ignored it. When we went to bed, she practically growled, "Get over my lap." I got over her lap, still grumbling, and she administered a sound spanking with the hairbrush. As usual, I became erect, but we went to sleep without making love. Even so, she held me all night long. The next morning, she turned me over, kissed me and said, "Do what I ask this one time, and I'll make it worth your while."

"That's not what I mean. Everything I do for you is worth my while. I'm just a little confused." I must have gotten a little emotional then, because she hugged me, hard. Alicia started tugging down my undershorts. I undid her pajamas. We made the love we should have the night before.

As I took a sweet nipple between my lips, my Mistress sighed and whispered, "Trust me, Phillip."

I decided to do just that. After all, my Mistress wouldn't ask me to do it without a good reason, would she? 



Alicia Ch. 17



Warning! This story contains material of an adult nature and is intended for mature readers and for personal use only. No copyright infringement is intended.

"What's going to happen to them Arnie?" Alicia panted, as he thrust into her from behind. She was on her hands and knees, on the tiger-skin rug, in front of the library fireplace. She was still wearing her stiletto-heeled boots, but nothing else.

The boys are going to take a drive over to Congleton reservoir with them, tonight, along with some suitable lumps of concrete!" he gasped, pounding into her sopping pussy. "Mister Mike O'Reilly, and his big, busty blonde, will vanish off the face of the globe, after today!"

Alicia felt her blood run cold. He was calmly talking about killing two innocent people, as if he were discussing a routine shopping trip to the local supermarket! She tried to ignore his pronouncement and thrust her hips backward, attempting to absorb every last millimeter of his cock with each powerful thrust, hoping he wouldn't pull out of her, before she'd attained her own climax.

"Uuuuuunnngh!" With a loud grunt of relief, Arnie ejaculated into her already streaming vagina.

As he slumped forward against her upraised buttocks, Alicia ground her sex back against his crotch, trying for her own fulfillment. "Yes, yes, yes! Harder, harder, darling!" she gasped, in encouragement, but it was already too late.

With a sense of bitter disappointment, she felt his cock shrinking, and slithering from her wet sheath, despite her desperate attempts to retain it!

He stepped back, panting heavily. "I've got to go out on business, darling!" he informed her. "I'll leave Butch here, to keep an eye on our visitors! If there's any problems, you can contact me on the mobile!"

She nodded, licking the cum off her red lips, from her earlier blow-job. "When will you be back, sugar?" she asked.

"Around six this evening!" he replied, slipping his cock back inside his Y-fronts, and zipping up his fly. "Try to keep yourself amused, while I'm gone!"

She smiled. She knew he was referring to the huge selection of vibrators and dildoes that he'd bought her, over the last few weeks. She raised up her face, her lips pursed, and he gave her a brief peck.

"See you later, doll!" he said, with a grin, straightening up, and walking out of the room.

-oOo-

Butch glanced up from his copy of 'Pumping Iron' magazine, as Alicia walked into the kitchen. She was still wearing her sexy, little, red number, and the thigh-high boots, he noted.

She walked over to him, and deliberately sat astride his one, denim-clad thigh. "Butch, honey," she murmured, in a wheedling tone of voice, "I want you to do Alicia a little favor?" As she spoke, her one shoulder strap slipped off, and he could see the top of her dark areola, peeping out from her low-cut neckline.

He shifted, uncomfortably. "Yeah, what?" he asked, suspiciously, raising his gaze to her face.

She ran her fingers through his hair, and gave him a light kiss, full on the mouth.

"Jesus, Ms. Alicia, don't do that!" he exclaimed, jerking his face away. "If the boss even suspected that you and I were messing around, he'd kill me!"

She grinned, mischievously, then deliberately slid her skirt up her thighs, revealing her naked crotch. A small, dark patch of moisture stained the tightly stretched, faded blue denim, where her pussy had rubbed against his knee. "I just want to have a little fun with our two friends downstairs, before you and Bull take them for a ride into the sunset!" she murmured, pouting, sexily.

He pushed her away from him, a scarred look on his face, as he rose to his feet. "You're a mighty dangerous lady, Alicia!" he muttered, darkly.

She stepped forward, and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling herself up against him. "Well, what about it?" she asked, huskily, before nibbling at his ear.

He pushed her away, nervously. "Stop that!" he growled. "All right, but I come along with you!"

"I don't mind if you have a wank, while you're watching me get off with them!" she said, sweetly, chucking him under the chin.

Butch blushed, and turned to the exit. "Com'on then!" he muttered, annoyed with himself, for letting the slut get to him.

-oOo-

Alicia's heels click-clacked on the stone steps, as Butch led her down into the darkened cellar. There was a click, as he switched on the overhead electric lights, revealing the two naked prisoners hanging from their manacles, both of their heads slumped forward against their chests. Neither showed much sign of life, although Alicia thought she heard a slight groan come from Mike's blooded lips. He was still wearing the frilly garter belt and stockings, she noted.

"God, I hope they're all right! They both look in a pretty bad way!" she thought, anxiously, as she approached them, with Butch trailing just behind. She grabbed Mike by the hair, and yanked his head up. He groaned, and his eyelids fluttered open. She kissed him savagely, whilst her free hand reached out and grasped his balls.

Butch chuckled, as he watched the whore sink to her haunches in front of the prisoner. "The dirty slut's going to blow him off, in full view of the girl and myself!" he thought, excitedly.

Alicia went to work with her mouth, tongue and hands, and soon, Mike's cock began to react to her loving care and attention. It started to grow and harden, and soon, it was standing out, hard and erect, his ballsack taut and partially withdrawn. She eased back the tight foreskin, and ran her tongue around the glistening, purple glans, before expertly going down on him.

Butch found himself getting a hard-on just from watching her, as her head bobbed up and down on Mike's glistening shaft. Faint gasps of pleasure came from the prisoner's slack mouth, as she quickly brought him to the very brink of orgasm.

Suddenly, she stopped and stood up, and slipped the red dress from her shoulders. It fell about her waist, revealing her shapely, naked breasts, the prominent pink crests, already standing out hard and aching. Her fingers fumbled with the zipper at the small of her back, until it opened, then she pushed the dress down over her hips, allowing it to fall about her feet. She was now totally naked above her boot tops, her thong bikini bottom having long been discarded.

She stepped out of the dress, then bent down to pick it up, as Butch admired her firm, shapely derriere. "Take care of this for me!" she ordered, straightening up, and tossing the garment over to him, oblivious to his bulging eyes. He automatically caught it, as she turned back to face Mike. She stepped up close, pressing her hard nipples into his hairy chest, as she swiftly guided his erection into her waiting pussy, with her right hand. "I like your sexy garter belt!" she murmured. "I've got several just like it!"

He stared back at her, with a look of utter contempt on his face. "Bitch!" he gasped, weakly.

She grasped his firm buttocks in both hands, and began to pull herself onto his shaft; in, out, in, out... She dropped her face into the angle between neck and shoulder, nuzzling into him. "Mike, Mike, can you hear me?" she whispered, urgently.

"Uh huh!" he groaned, his eyes tight shut, as he rode with the sensations.

"I'm going to try to get you both out of here! When I send Butch over to you, I want you to distract his attention! Is that understood?"

"Uh, huh!"

Butch half straightened from his relaxed stance. He could've sworn he had heard the brunette whispering to O'Reilly. "The bitch is up to something?" He went to step closer.

"Uuunnngh! Aauugghh!" With a loud gasp, Mike came, pumping his seed deep into Alicia's womb, his hips jerking, uncontrollably, as he dumped his load inside her. She threw her head back, gasping with delight, grinding her pubes hard up against the base of his cock.

Butch grinned, and relaxed again. He would have to give O'Reilly another good fucking himself, before they finally disposed of the two of them!

The girl stepped back, panting, as Mike's shrinking cock slithered out of her wet pussy, and she turned and walked back over to Butch, with a triumphant smirk on her lipstick smeared lips. "Better give him a drink, Butch! He's earned it!" she said, indicating the flask of water, sitting on top of a wooden barrel.

Butch grinned and nodded. He filled the plastic cup, and strode over to the still panting O'Reilly.

Hurriedly, Alicia pulled out a full bottle of wine, from the dusty wine rack beside her, preparing to creep up behind the hulking thug.

Mike gulped down the water, and spotted Alicia approaching. "Thanks, you ugly son of a camel!" he exclaimed, spitting straight into Butch's eye.

"Why you..." Butch roared, grabbing Mike around the throat, and starting to throttle him.

Crash!

Alicia brought the bottle down on top of Butch's head, with all the power she could muster. As it shattered, he staggered forward a pace, releasing Mike's throat, then slowly turned around, with a surprised look on his ugly face.

"Why you bitch..." He staggered forward a step, reaching out for the terrified girl, as he fell forward on his face, unconscious, with a noisy crash.

"Get the keys!" Mike croaked, as she stared down, open-mouthed, at the unconscious figure. "Get the keys, damn it!"

"What? Oh, yes, sorry darling!" She hurriedly searched through the gorilla's pockets, and found the key to the cuffs, then hurried over and released Mike's hands, and then his feet.

"Well done, honey!" he gasped, giving her a quick hug, before hurrying over to Angelica, and freeing the blonde's wrists. She slumped into his arms, moaning, softly. "Alicia, get her feet!" he panted, passing her the key, whilst still supporting the semi-conscious girl.

Alicia nodded, and squatted down to unfasten the shackles from about the girl's slim ankles. She shuddered at their blooded, bruised state, experiencing a small pang of remorse.

Between them, they stretched the near unconscious girl out on the cold, stone slabs, and Alicia used her rolled up dress as a make-shift pillow, to prop up the girl's head. They forced some water down her throat, and finally her big, blue eyes fluttered open.

"Wha… what happened?" Angelica gasped.

"Shush darling, you're going to be all right now!" Mike crooned, mopping her forehead, with a dampened patch of Alicia's dress.

"Hurry, we've gotta get out of here, before this big goon wakes up again!" Alicia hissed, urgently.

Mike glanced up at her. He could clearly see his spunk gentle oozing out of her naked pussy. "I think we could all do with some clothes first, don't you?" he replied, with a grin.

Angelica had recovered sufficiently to prop herself up on her elbows. "I take it that we owe our freedom to you?" she croaked, looking up at Alicia. "Thank you!"

"You ain't out of here yet, lady!" Alicia replied, grimly.

They both helped Angelica to her feet, and half-carried her up the stone staircase, and out into the back hallway. Alicia then closed and locked the cellar door, with the key that had conveniently been left in the lock.

"That should hold him for awhile!" she said, with a sigh of relief.

She then took them upstairs to her room, and sorted out some knickers and a couple of dresses for herself and Angelica. The blonde's dress was a bit of a tight fit, but it would have to do! She would've preferred a couple of pairs of slacks, or jeans, but Arnie had refused to let her own such items of attire. Luckily, Angelica took the same size in shoes, and she sorted out two pairs with four-inch high heels. "Sorry," she apologized, with a shrug, "but these are the lowest heels I possess!"

"They'll have to do!" Angelica replied, with a grin, giving Alicia's arm a reassuring squeeze. "I've spent most of my adult life in heels!"

They managed to find a pair of slacks and a shirt, that fitted Mike reasonably well, in one of Arnie's wardrobes. "The shoes are a little on the large size, but what the hell!" Mike muttered, as he pulled on the brown leather brogues.

They also found a wallet, stuffed with cash, and Mike had no compunction about stuffing it into his hip pocket.

Finally, Alicia took them into the Security room and showed them all the security devices and television monitors, and how to unlock the main gates. "You can just stroll out now, without any problems!" she informed them.

"Thank goodness for that!" Angelica exclaimed, in a relieved voice. "I was dreading having to climb over that wall again, especially in a short dress!" She glared at Mike, who had to stifle a chuckle, with the back of his hand. Alicia looked from one to the other, a puzzled expression on her face.

Before they left, Mike pulled out a whole bunch of wires, so that the security devices were all disabled.

-oOo-

Thankfully, the car was still where they had left it. Angelica fished out the car keys, that she'd secreted inside the toe of one of her shoes, and unlocked the doors.

"All aboard!" Mike yelled, cheerfully. "The sooner we get away from this place, the better!"

"I-I'm not coming!" Alicia said, in a quiet voice. "You two carry on without me!"

"What?" they chorused.

"You can't stay here?" Angelica cried. "Sidebottom will know that you helped us escape!"

Alicia's skin had started to take on a sallow, unhealthy look, and she was now constantly rubbing her arms, as though her skin was on fire. "Look, I'm a junkie! Arnie has got me hooked on some new, designer drug!" she mumbled, miserably.

"We figured out as much," Angela murmured, brushing some stray hair from out of Alicia's eyes.

"Arnie will be back in an hour or so," Alicia continued. Her eyes had taken on an unhealthy, feverish glare. "He will give me a fix then!"

"He'll be more likely to kill you, when he finds out you've helped us to escape!" Mike growled, grabbing her by the shoulders, and giving her a good shaking. "Look honey, we'll drive you straight to the nearest clinic! They'll help you!"

"No, Arnie is the only one who can help me! I've got to stay!" she cried, trying to squirm out of his grasp.

"Help me get her into the back of the car, Angie!" Mike snapped, as he struggled to hang on to her thrashing limbs.

"It's for your own good, Alicia!" Angelica panted, as they bundled the protesting girl onto the back seat.

"I'll drive, you take care of Alicia!" Mike muttered, opening the driver's door, and scrambling in. Angelica climbed into the back, and pinned the struggling girl down against the seat.

The engine fired, on the first turn of the ignition key, and the car roared off, with a screech of tires, and a shower of dust. "There's a drug rehabilitation clinic only a few miles away from here!" Mike shouted, over his shoulder. "We'll take her straight there!"

Alicia was doubled up on the back seat, moaning loudly. Angelica glanced up toward Mike. "Better hurry up Mike, this girl's in a pretty bad way!" She turned back to the brunette and gasped. Alicia had hiked her skirt up about her waist, and tugged her panties halfway down her thighs, and the stiff fingers of her right hand, were rubbing, feverishly against the entrance to her sex, as she continued to moan, loudly.

"Oh Jesus, I feel terrible!" Alicia groaned, clutching at Angelica, with her other hand. "Help me, help meeee pleasseee!"

Angelica reached out, tentatively, and began to rub the girl's naked stomach. "Is that any better?: she murmured, sympathetically.

"Yes, yes, lower...." the writhing brunette groaned.

Angelica fingers slid down between the girl's parted thighs, almost brushing her sex, as she massaged her spasming belly

"Lower, pleassee!" the girl pleaded.

Angelica reluctantly began to massage her sex.

"I need you inside me!" the girl gasped, huskily, pressing Angelica's hand hard against her crotch. "Pleasseee! Oooooh!"

Angie slipped her index finger inside Alicia's pussy, and pressed her thumb firmly against her red, swollen clitty. "Is that any better?" she asked, blushing a deep red.

Alicia groaned, and writhed her hips. "It helps a little, please don't stop!" she gasped. "Perhaps, if you used your mouth...?"

Angelica blinked with surprise, then nodded. Brushing her hair back from her face, she went down on the writhing brunette.

"Aaaarrgh, yes, yes, that's better! Don't stop! Please don't stop!" Alicia gasped, starting to shake, violently, as the withdrawal symptoms set in. "Use your tongue… please!"

Mike glanced in the rear-view mirror, and nearly ran the car off the road, when he saw Angelica going down on Alicia. "What the fuck's going on back there?" he exclaimed.

Angelica raised her face, her mouth and chin wet with the dark-haired girl's secretions. "Shut up and get to that detoxification unit, as quickly as possible!" she panted. "I'm just doing my bit to try to ease her withdrawal symptoms!"

Alicia's hands came up, and dragged Angelica's face back down against her sex. "Pleasseee, don't stop!" she gasped, writhing her sopping crotch against the blonde's face. "Nnnnnngghh!"

The stripper licked and sucked, picturing herself as some sort of modern day Florence Nightingale!



Alicia Ch. 17



And so I was "loaned out" in a sense to Kathy by my Mistress. Alicia was to leave on Thursday afternoon, and she wouldn't be back until Sunday evening. I got off work that Thursday at about three in the afternoon, went home and helped Alicia pack. When she was ready, I walked her to the car. She hugged and kissed me. I said, "I'll call you tonight at the hotel."

"No. I'll call you each night from the hotel. If you're not in, I'll leave a message. Just keep Kathy company, she's hurting now."

"Okay. I'll keep her company. But, I'd rather be with you."

Alicia smiled at me, a little sadly I thought, "I know you would. I'd rather have you with me. But, Kathy's in need right now, and I cannot be there for her. Just do this thing for me, okay?"

"We'll probably go out to dinner tomorrow night, but I told her I'd fix dinner for her Saturday night, if that's all right."

"Her place or ours?"

"Ours, I think. I'll feel more comfortable here."

"Plus, I might call, is that it?"

"Something like that," I said.

She kissed me again, a long, lingering kiss that promised much. I held it until she pulled away. Damn! I loved that woman!

She drove away, and I felt sad. I had to work tomorrow, first shift, so I went back into the house, made supper, and watched TV until it was time to go to bed. Alicia called at eight-thirty and confirmed that she had arrived in Myrtle Beach safely. I felt a little better, but I still missed her.

The next day, Friday, was a pretty routine day. I had to go to 14 West several times. Kathy was working, and she seemed glad to see me. We decided where we wanted to go that night, and I made it clear that I wanted to be home by about nine, so that I could take Alicia's call.

"Hey, no problem, Phil. We can hang at your place for a while, then I'll head on home." Suddenly, she struck me as being a little uncertain herself about the weekend. I realized that she might have been as uncomfortable as I was with the situation. 

Kathy and I met at a local sports bar that evening at six. We sat there, she with her screwdriver, me with a beer, not really saying anything.

"Listen, Phil," she said, "if this is uncomfortable for you, I can go home. I don't want to be a pain."

"It's all right," I said. "You're not a pain. I'm just not used to being away from Alicia, that's all." I finished my beer, ordered another, and a refill for Kathy.

"I can understand that. I thought that Twyla and I were a lock. But, it just didn't work out."

I didn't know if she wanted to go any further, so I didn't respond. Then, she said something that surprised me. She said, "Phil, what were those marks I saw on you in the hospital?"

I must have blushed furiously, because she immediately said, "You don't have to tell me, if you don't want to. I guess the vodka is getting to me. I'm not thinking before speaking."

"Tell you what," I said. "How about if we talk about it at home. I'd rather not here."

"Okay, if that's what you want," she said.

We ate hot sandwiches and chips, had more drinks, and watched some pre-season baseball. The Atlanta Braves were going to be strong again.

We drove over to mine and Alicia's condo. I put some country music on, and fixed her another screwdriver. She was getting a little drunk, and I guessed that she would probably go to sleep before long.

Presently, she started talking about Twyla, and I could tell she was missing the petite blonde.

"I was in love, but she didn't see it that way. I don't think Twyla was really ever very comfortable with her lesbian side. Oops, did I offend you, Phil?"

"Not at all," I said, glad to be off the subject of the marks on my butt.

"I mean," she started again, slurring her words ever-so-slightly, "I mean, she was a great lover, but she was unsure of herself. And," she took another swig of the drink, "she was beautiful, just beautiful. Oh, I'm sorry. I don't suppose you want to hear this."

"Go ahead and talk about it, Kathy, if it makes you feel better. I'm a big boy. I can handle it."

"Yes, I suppose that you can handle it, Phillip," she said. She laughed a little, then began crying softly. I held her, not saying anything, while she cried herself out. After a little while, she looked up at me and said, "I'm tired now. I think I'll go to sleep."

"No problem. Just make yourself comfortable on the couch." I didn't have to say more. Kathy had already kicked off her shoes and stretched out. A couple of minutes later she was breathing deeply. I got a blanket out of the closet and covered her up. I glanced at the clock: nine forty-five. Alicia still hadn't called, and I had to tell myself not to be worried. She was a big girl--literally--and could take care of herself.

As if my mind was being read, the phone rang. I picked it up. "How is everything going?" said the voice on the other end. It was Alicia.

The relief palpable in my voice, I said, "Oh, it's going okay. How's the conference?"

"Some boring stuff, some interesting stuff. Did you see Kathy?"

"Yes. She's asleep on the couch," I said.

"Already? It's hardly ten o'clock."

"Well," I said, "it's those screwdrivers. They'll get you every time. She talked a little about Twyla. You're right; she's hurting some. I expected you to call a little earlier."

"Well, I was with one of my doctor friends," Alicia replied. "We were having wild sex."

"Damn," I said, "I knew that I should have come along."

"Well, you know me," she said, "if I don't get good sex pretty often, there's no telling what I might do. I'm sort of spoiled in that department."

"Me, too," I said.

"Hmmph! All you want is to get spanked."

"And sex," I replied. "I miss you, Mistress."

"I miss you too, Phillip," she said. 

"Is everything all right, Alicia?"

"Everything is fine, Phillip."

"You would tell me, wouldn't you?"

To someone not used to talking to Alicia, the pause would not have been noticeable. But there was a pause just before she answered, "I would tell you, Phillip."

I didn't feel any better, but I answered, "Okay."

We talked of inconsequential things for a few more minutes, the way married people do, then said our goodbyes. "I'm looking forward to seeing you," I said. "Call me tomorrow night?"

"Yes. What are you planning for tomorrow night?"

"Maybe a movie early, then I'll probably cook for her over here, then send her home."

"Okay, I'll call you late, around midnight."

"I love you, Mistress," I said.

"I love you too, Phillip."

 * * *

Kathy woke up at about nine the next morning, with a slight hangover. I was already up, reading the newspaper. I made her coffee and juice, which she drank thirstily, and breakfast, which she picked at.

"I hope that I didn't embarrass you or myself last night," she said, a bit sheepishly.

"Nope, you didn't," I said. "I had a good time."

"Are we still on for tonight?" she asked.

"Of course, if you want to," I replied.

"Yes, I do. Do you mind if we skip the movie? I'd rather just come over here and hang out, if that's all right."

"How about if we rent a video?" I asked. "There's one I've been wanting to see. I'll pick it up, and we can watch it here."

"That's fine," she said. "I can get it while I'm out today, if that's all right with you."

"That's all right with me," I said. I was suddenly struck with how odd and uncomfortable it was for a woman to be asking me if something was all right. With Alicia, she usually made the decisions and I carried them out. I was comfortable with that arrangement. But here was Kathy, practically asking my permission to pick up a video from the store. It didn't feel right. Twyla had said that Kathy was the bossy one, but right at that moment, she seemed a little meek to me.

Kathy finished her breakfast and grabbed her coat and purse. She said, "Look, Phil, I really appreciated last night. We don't have to get together tonight if you don't want to."

"Kathy, I want to get together tonight. Don't worry about it. I'm glad to do it." At the same time, I was thinking, I'm doing this because Alicia wants me to.

She smiled, relieved. "Okay. I'll pick up the video. What time do you want me over here?"

"How about six-thirty or seven? That should give us time to watch the movie, and have dinner."

"Six-thirty it is. See you then." She leaned over and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek. "Thanks again, Phil. You're a good guy." Then she left.

To be honest, I was a little relieved when Kathy was gone. I now had the place to myself, which was lonely but bearable. I kept thinking about the conversation I had had with Alicia the night before. She had seemed upset and I wondered why. Maybe, I rationalized; she was just missing me the way that I missed her. Yeah, that was probably it.

I knocked around the house for the rest of the day, going out just long enough to go to the gym and to the grocery store. For dinner, I decided that I would prepare grilled salmon, seasoned rice, asparagus, and hot rolls. I picked up a blueberry pie and ice cream for dessert. I may not have been cooking for Alicia, but I could serve Kathy a good dinner. I also picked up a bottle of a nice white zinfandel, and a bottle of vodka, along with some fresh orange juice for her screwdrivers.

That afternoon, I laid down and took a nap. Before drifting off to sleep, I couldn't help myself: I masturbated, thinking of Alicia spanking me hard, and then making love to me. I was rested when I woke up at about five o'clock. I took a shower and put on some scrubs. I wanted to have a good evening with Kathy, but I also wanted to talk to Alicia. I decided that I would try my best to have a good time. It wouldn't be that hard since I liked Kathy, but it wouldn't be the same without my wife and Mistress.

At six-thirty, right on time, the doorbell rang. I opened the door and let Kathy in. She was wearing loose jeans and a midriff-baring top. I noticed that she wore a ring through her navel.

"Hi," I said, "come on in. How do you feel?"

She smiled at me and said, "I feel just fine, Phillip, ready to do it all again." She handed me the videotape. "Is this the right one?"

I looked at it. "Yep, that's it. I hope that you like it, too. Now, what would you rather do first: Watch the movie, or eat dinner?"

"Why don't we listen to some music first, have a couple of drinks, then eat dinner?"

"Sounds good to me," I said. "What would you like to drink?"

"You know what I like, baby--I mean, Phil." She blushed and stammered, "I'm sorry, Phil. I guess I just had a `Twyla flashback.'"

"No problem. One screwdriver coming up."

I had wine, she had her screwdrivers. It wasn't long before both of us were feeling a little more relaxed. I put some eighties rock, my favorite, on the stereo, and soon Kathy and I both were reminiscing about the good times we had had in the past.

I made her several screwdrivers, and refilled my glass several times. I was working in the kitchen on supper, and she was sitting at the bar, watching me. For the first time that weekend, I was starting to really relax and have fun.

Then, she dropped a small bomb. "All right, Phil, 'fess up. What are those marks on your butt?"

I stopped what I was doing and looked at her. I could feel my face getting hot. Finally, I took a deep breath and said, "Okay, Kathy, I'll tell you. Once, when Alicia and I were drinking wine and fooling around, I um, let her spank me."

Her eyes got wide. "She spanked you? Man! I've heard of men spanking women before, but I've never heard of a woman spanking a man before." She took another long pull at her drink and said, "Well, did you like it?"

I must confess, I didn't tell the truth. At least, not the entire truth. I felt that mine and Alicia's private relationship was just that: private. I also knew that it was different, and that most people, probably not even Kathy, would fully understand it. So I said, "Well, it was different, I'll say that. Nobody had ever done it to me before."

"Did it hurt," she asked, grinning (a bit drunkenly).

"Damn right it hurt!" I exclaimed. "Alicia has a hard hand."

"Oh my God!" Kathy exclaimed, and broke down laughing.

I felt a little embarrassed and pissed off, but decided not to get mad. Alicia and I had talked about what would happen. It was better to let Kathy think that it was a one-time thing, rather than a regular, treasured part of our relationship.

"I'm sorry," Kathy said, chuckling. "I don't mean to embarrass you, Phil. It's just the first time I've ever heard of it." Her face grew serious for a moment. "In a way, it's really sort of sweet. I mean, that you would let her do that to you. You must really love her."

I stopped what I was doing again, and this time I was perfectly honest with Kathy. "Kathy, I worship the ground that woman walks on."

She gave me a long look, and said, "I believe that, Phil."

Then, like some intoxicated people will do, Kathy became a little maudlin. She moped around for a little while, obviously thinking of Twyla. I noticed and asked, "Thinking about Twyla?"

"Yeah. I guess I'm not quite over her. Damn it, Phil! I'm jealous of what you and Alicia have. I want it, too."

"Well, Kathy, I believe there's someone for everyone. Maybe the time's just not right yet."

"Yeah," she said a little sadly, "maybe not."

Dinner was ready, and we sat down to eat. Gently, I encouraged Kathy to drink water, not wine or screwdrivers, with her meal. She did as I asked. For dessert, I made extra-strong coffee, and we had cherry pie with ice cream. I was glad to see that she ate heartily. After dinner, we went out on the balcony so that she could smoke a cigarette. It was dark and cool. The stars were out.

"I hope that I didn't make you too uncomfortable," she said.

"Well, it's not something I would announce to the world. But you are my friend, and my nurse, and I felt like I owed you some sort of explanation."

She smiled at me and said, "Don't worry, Phil, your secret is safe with me."

"Good. Why don't we go in and watch the movie?"

The film was a period piece about gangsters set in an unnamed eastern city, by a producer-director team of two brothers whose work I especially like. I sipped a glass of wine, then a cup of coffee. Kathy went back to screwdrivers, though at a slower pace than before. By ten-thirty, she was mellow again. I suggested a cup of coffee, and she took the hint. "Okay, okay, Phillip. No more vodka tonight. Can we listen to some music before I go home?"

Even though I didn't really want her to spend a second night, I told her, "Kathy, you probably should sack out on the couch tonight. I wouldn't feel right letting you drive home."

"Looking out for me again, huh? And what if I insist on driving home?"

"Well, I can't make you stay. I would hope that you would use your common sense. I mean, I like you Kathy, and I don't want anything to happen to you."

"And besides, if anything did, you'd be in for the spanking of your life when Alicia got home, wouldn't you?" She grinned at me drunkenly.

I took it as the joke I hoped it was meant to be. "Something like that," I said.

"Be back in a minute," she said, and got unsteadily to her feet, then walked down the hall to the bathroom.

I went into the dining room and began clearing the table. Kathy came back from the bathroom. I had heard the water running in there; she must have freshened up some. She looked a little more alert. Anyway, I was loading the dishwasher when I felt her arms go around my waist from the back. I straightened up, and Kathy hugged me harder. I started to remove her arms from around me.

"No, please Phillip. Not yet. Just let it be like this for a little while." We stood there for a couple of minutes, Kathy embracing me from behind, me getting more uncomfortable by the second. I turned around. Kathy kept her arms around me.

"Kathy, I really don't think we should..."

"I know. I should let you go. But I haven't hugged anyone in a long time. Just let me hug you for a minute longer. Okay?"

I didn't say anything, just gave her a (what I thought was) a chaste, brotherly hug in return. She burrowed into my shoulder. After a moment, she looked up at me and said, "I've preferred women for years. I had forgotten how nice a man can be." She smiled ruefully, and said, "How would you like to spank me?"

"Are you serious?" I asked. That was absolutely the last thing I expected her to say.

She sighed and said, "Yes. I would let you."

"Kathy, that would be a very intimate act. I don't think it would be right for us to do that."

"I know it wouldn't be right. But damn it! It could be our secret. Phillip, I haven't been touched in a long time. I need to feel the touch of another person."

I wouldn't be lying if I said that, just for a moment, I pictured turning Kathy's tight little body over my knee and giving her a good, hard spanking. But it would have been a betrayal of my marriage, as well as contrary to my character. I was the one who was spanked, not the one doing the spanking. Apparently, Kathy was pretty starved for affection, as well as being half-drunk. She needed to be treated with care.

I disengaged her gently, and walked her over to the couch. "Kathy," I said, "I'm your friend. Alicia's your friend. Let's not do anything that would jeopardize that."

She seemed contrite. She looked down into her lap and said, "I know. I'm sorry. I really just need someone right now." I heard her sniffle, and when she looked up, there were tears running down her face. "I'm just a bit lonely, that's all."

"I understand that. But doing something we're not supposed to is not the right way to remedy that. Now, how about a cup of coffee?" I was eager to change the subject, and eager to get her on her way home. Alicia would be calling in about an hour.

She nodded and I got up and went into the kitchen. I got out cups, and poured coffee for both of us. By the time I got back to the couch, she had composed herself.

We drank our coffee. She smiled at me again and said, "Can I ask you a question?"

"Sure," I said.

"How many times did Alicia spank you?"

"Just the once," I lied.

"How did you like it?"

"Um, well, like I said before, it was different."

"Phil, you didn't answer my question. Did you like it?"

I decided to be honest. "Well, it did hurt, but there was a part of me that enjoyed giving up control like that."

"I can see how you might do that with Alicia," Kathy said. "I mean, she has a commanding presence. She must have a foot on you in height, Phil."

"Yes, it comes out to just about a foot."

Wistfully, Kathy said, "I think I might like giving up control to someone that I really trusted. I mean, that's what spanking is all about, isn't it?"

"I suppose. But I can hardly believe that of you, Kathy. I mean, you've always struck me as an assertive personality, not willing to give up control."

"Phil, to be honest with you, it's all pretty much an act. Deep inside, there's a part of me that wants to give up control--even to be spanked, if that's what it means."

We fell silent for a while, each of us lost in our thoughts. I was thinking of all the secrets about myself that I had revealed that night. It was scary; I hoped that I could trust Kathy's discretion. I looked over at her. She seemed to read my mind. "Don't worry, Phil. Your secrets are safe with me. I'm a friend. I had a moment of weakness. Can you forgive me?"

"Of course, Kathy. Actually, there's nothing to forgive. We didn't do anything wrong. We do know a lot more about each other than we did when the evening began, though."

She laughed. "I'll say that. Well, I've got to be going. Can I help with the dishes, or anything?"

"No thanks, I'll take care of them."

"Then, can I have another hug before I go? I really enjoyed that."

"Sure you can," I said. I gave her another hug.




Alicia Ch. 17



She sighed and said, "You smell so nice, Phil. If you weren't married..."

"Are you all right to drive?" I asked, steering clear of what I knew was a dangerous subject.

"Yes, all sobered up."

"Are you sure?"

"Trust me, Phil. I'm all right now. Your coffee did the trick. I'll be all right."

I got her coat for her, and walked her down to her car. The wind still had a nip to it, even for the middle of May. "Thanks for everything, Phil," she said, giving me a quick kiss on the cheek.

"No problem. We'll--the three of us, I mean--get together again soon."

She got into her car and drove off. I breathed a huge sigh of relief. In many ways, it had been a close call. Although I felt somewhat compromised, I also felt that Kathy could be trusted. At least, I hoped that she could.

It was eleven-forty five when I got back in. I rushed through clearing away the rest of the dishes and such (I can't bear to leave a dirty kitchen.) and was in bed when the phone rang. It was Alicia.

"Hi," she said.

"Hi," I said. "Man, I've sure been missing you today."

"Me, too," she said. "How did it go with Kathy?"

"Well, it went okay. She brought up the subject of the marks on my butt, and I told her that it was a one-time thing that we did drinking a little too much wine."

Alicia gave a short laugh and asked, "Did she want to spank you?"

"No," I said truthfully. Then, to change the subject, I said, "I wish you were here to spank me."

"Yes, love, I wish I could be there, too. But I'll be back tomorrow afternoon, and you'd better have your ass ready, because when mama gets home, she's going to spank."

"Are you going to turn me over your knees?" I asked quietly.

"Yes, Phillip. I'm going to get into that short nightgown you like so much..."

"The sheer one with the g-string panties?" I asked breathlessly.

"Yes, that one. Only I'm not going to wear the panties. I'm going to put you over my knee, and pull down your underwear."

My cock was suddenly rock hard. I snuggled down in the bed and took it in my hand. I started to stroke it up and down.

"I'll bet your butt doesn't have a mark on it, does it?" she asked quietly.

"No, Mistress, I'm unmarked right now."

"Well, it won't be unmarked when I'm through with it. I'm going to pull your underwear down and expose your smooth white butt."

"Are you going to pull them down all the way?" I asked.

"All the way. I'm going to take them off, so that you're naked over my lap."

My cock was leaking. I stroked it faster. "And then what are you going to do?"

"Then," she said a little breathlessly herself, "I'm going to start spanking you very hard over the backs of your thighs."

"Very hard?" I asked.

"Yes, slave, very hard." I could hear Alicia breathing hard now. I wondered if she was also touching herself the way I was.

"And then what are you going to do?"

"Then, I'm going to move up to your smooth ass and make it nice and red."

"How are you going to do that?" I asked. I was almost ready to come.

"By taking my big hairbrush..."

"The one with the wooden handle?"

"Yes, that one. Your favorite. I'm going to take it and cover your smooth white ass with hard licks and make it fiery red."

"Oh god, Mistress, spank me hard!" I gasped. I was ready to erupt.

I think that Alicia may have been close, too. For a few seconds, all I heard on the other end was silence, punctuated by heavy breathing. Finally, she said, "I'm spanking your ass hard, slave. Does it hurt?"

"Oh yes, Mistress! It hurts! And it feels good! Spank me harder!"

Another moment of silence. More deep breathing. I heard her give a quiet moan. A few more strokes, a few more words, and I would climax.

"You should see your butt, Phillip. It's getting redder and redder. And you're trying to get away, but it's not doing any good, because I'm holding you so tightly. And I'm spanking and spanking."

"Oh yes, Mistress! Spank me hard! I deserve it!"

A slight strangled cry, and then she said, "And do you know what else I feel?"

"What Mistress, what?"

"I feel your hard cock poking in my bush as I spank you. I can feel you leaking on my bush."

"But you spank anyway, don't you?" I asked.

"Oh yes, Phillip. I spank even harder. And then, you start yelling and crying like you always do."

There was an extended moment of silence between us, broken only by the sound of our breathing, and our individual cries as we hurried to our climaxes.

"And then what happens, Mistress?" I asked, right on the verge.

"And then, when I cannot spank any harder, I feel you spasm, and your semen gushes out and coats my bush."

That was when I came, my hand stroking rapidly on my engorged cock. I was dimly aware of my Mistress' cries as she, too, climaxed over the phone with me.

It took a few minutes for us to catch our breaths. When we did, I spoke first. "I can hardly wait for you to come home, Mistress."

"I'll be home soon, hon, and then I'll spank your ass for real."

"A good hard one? I really need it."

"A good hard one. Now go to sleep."

"Yes, Mistress. Good night."

"Good night, Phillip."



Alicia Ch. 18



Warning! This story contains material of an adult nature and is intended for mature readers and for personal use only. No copyright infringement is intended.

*

Alicia lay pale and wan, in the bed of her private hospital room. She had been in the detoxification clinic for over a week, now! For the first three days, they had kept her strapped down to the bed, while they administered controlled doses of a general purpose drug substitute called Methadone, and analyzed various samples of her blood, trying to ascertain exactly which drug, or drugs, she had been taking. Luckily, they hadn't asked too many awkward questions.

Those first couple of days had been murder! She had almost gone out of her mind, and had even tried to rape the doctor, during an unguarded moment, but the woman medic had fought her off, and managed to buzz for help.

They finally decided that she had been taking some new, highly addictive derivative of LSD, lysergic acid diethylamide, that they hadn't come across before. Its main symptom, apart from mild schizophrenia, was that the user developed a greatly heightened sexual libido, constantly craving new sexual experiences. This knowledge enabled them to tailor her controlled withdrawal treatment.

Doctor Morton, a comparatively young, good-looking house doctor, had explained all this to her. He'd also told her that, if she had continued to take the drug for more than a couple of months longer, her whole physiological balance would've started to permanently break down.

"Hopefully, you will be totally cured of your addiction, in about six months time," he said, with a warm smile, "but it will be a few weeks yet, before you're allowed to leave here!"

"Six months!" Alicia groaned, rolling her eyes. "I shall go stark staring bonkers, first!

He grinned, and then gave her a searching look. "There will be one unfortunate side effect, that will, almost certainly, prove to be permanent!" he added, gravely.

"Oh?" Alicia felt her heart skip a beat.

"Yes, I'm afraid you will find that you will retain an abnormally powerful sexual appetite, from now on!"

"Oh?" she replied, blinking, unable to think of any other suitable response. "Thank you doctor!" She dare not tell him that she had been masturbating like a maniac, almost from the first moment they'd brought her in here.

Mike and Angelica, came in to see her every day. They had decided to live together, and were currently looking around for a suitable flat to rent. Angelica had temporarily moved into Mike's current grotty little apartment, but she hadn't given up her day job (or should that be night job?) quite yet. Mike worked as an insurance assessor, for a large insurance organization, at their London offices.

"They seem to be getting on like a house on fire?" Alicia told herself, with a pang of jealousy.

-oOo-

"Hey there, sleepy head!" Angelica called.

Alicia groaned, and rolled over onto her back, squinting out of one, half-closed eye, as the beautiful blonde bounced into the room, hand in hand with Mike.

"How are you feeling today?"

"God awful!" Alicia muttered. "This is worse than being locked up in a convent!"

Angelica giggled, then looked at Mike, shyly. "We got some good news to tell you!" she announced.

"Oh, yeah?" the brunette responded, unenthusiastically. "Don't tell me... you're pregnant?"

Angelica blushed. "No, silly! We've finally found a flat that's big enough, at just the right price! We start moving in tomorrow!"

"Oh, is that all!"

Angelica ignored the olive-skinned girl's sour expression. "And when you are well enough, we both want you to come and stay with us... for as long as you like!"

"Well... I don't know about that!" Alicia began.

"You can't go back to your old place!" Mike interjected. "That gangster and his cronies, will still be looking for you!"

They had still not informed the police about Arnie's criminal activities, on Alicia's insistence. She had told them all about her signed confession, admitting to the murder of Stephen Smith, so they had decided that Alicia would have to assume a whole new life, when she was well enough!

"I'll agree, but only on one condition!" Alicia said, sitting up, her eyes gleaming.

"What's that?" Mike asked, with a grin.

"That you let me give you a blow job, right now!"

"What?" He silently appealed to Angelica, but she appeared to be quietly laughing at him. "You, you m-must be joking?" he stammered, going bright red with embarrassment.

Alicia shook her head. "Look, I haven't had any sort of sex for what seems like a lifetime," she pleaded, "and the sheer frustration is starting to drive me out of my tiny skull!"

"Do it Mike!" Angelica murmured. "Can't you see how much the poor girl's suffering? I'll go keep an eye out for any nurses or doctors that might come along!" She moved over to the closed door, and opened it a couple of inches, so she could observe the comings and goings along the corridor.

"Well... all right!" Feeling distinctly embarrassed, Mike began to unzip his fly.

"I want your trousers and briefs down around you knees!" Alicia murmured, huskily. Her eyes glittered, predatorily.

He shrugged, unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned the waistband of his slacks, pushing them down about his knees. There was already a nice, fat bulge in the crotch of his jockey shorts, Alicia noted, licking her lips.

She reached out, impatiently, and tugged them down about his knees, and gave a gasp of satisfaction, as his fat, semi-erect prick, flopped out against his ballsack, rapidly rising to full attention. Her left hand reached out and cupped his balls, whilst her right fist encircled his veiny shaft, and began to pump him into full hardness. "Mmm, I've missed all this!" she murmured, her eyes glittering with excitement.

"Jesus, Alicia," Mike gasped, "go easy, or I shall cum before you've even got those luscious lips around it!"

She gave him a predatory grin, then, sliding back the tight foreskin, licked off the bead of pre-cum, that had already formed on the end of his knob. Her nipples felt tight and erect, beneath her medical gown, and she was rapidly growing wet, between the tops of her thighs. "I'm going to take my time, and really enjoy this!" she murmured, gently squeezing his balls, and producing an appropriate gasp.

She ovalled her lips and slowly engulfed the throbbing, purple head, then slowly went down on him, running her tongue along the bottom of his muscular shaft.

Over by the door, Angelica glanced back towards the bed, seeing the brunette's head bobbing up and down, as she began to give head. She groaned, and closed her eyes, her stiffened fingers, creeping under the short hem of her dress, and rubbing against the already damp crotch of her panties.

Mike was gasping with pleasure now, as Alicia gradually upped her tempo, and he felt his climax rapidly approaching. "Oh Jesus, I'm cumming!" he gasped. "Aaaaaagghh!" He cried out, as he shot his hot load deep into her eager mouth, watching her throat convulse, as she swallowed his creamy gift, her lips stretched tightly around the base of his cock. He clutched at her head, pulling her onto him, as his hips jerked forward, time after time, as he emptied himself into her willing receptacle.

There was a faint gasp from over by the doorway, as Angelica orgasmed, and a flood of girl-cum soaked the crotch of her panties.

Finally, when he was sucked dry, Alicia released his shrinking cock, and her head fell back against the pillow, licking her cum-covered lips, with a huge smile of satisfaction. "Now, if you wouldn't mind fuc..."

Angelica glanced out into the corridor, just in time to see a nurse approaching. "Quick, there's someone coming!" she gasped, in a frightened voice, smoothing down the hem of her skirt.

"Oh shit!" Mike exclaimed, dragging his trousers up from around his knees, and hastily zipping them up.

"Huh, ah, hello nurse!" Angelica greeted, as the sour faced, elderly nurse tried to push past her. "Is there, um, is there something wrong then?"

Mike finished buckling his belt with a relieved sigh, and turned around to face the woman.

"Out of my way, young lady!" the nurse exclaimed, with some annoyance, finally pushing the blonde aside. She stepped fully into the room, eyeing the two visitors, suspiciously. "I'm afraid I shall have to ask you both to leave now! It is time for the patient's injection!"

Mike nodded, then turned back to Alicia. "I shall try to CUM again, tomorrow, Alicia honey!" he said, with a twinkle in his eye, as he walked over and slipped his arm around Angelica's waist.

Alicia grinned, and nodded, having noted the slight emphasis on the word CUM!

-oOo-

Alicia's eyes shot wide open. A doctor in a face mask and white labcoat, was hovering over her. It was a warm night, and she was lying on top of the bedsheets. She placed a hand on her chest. "Doctor, you startled me!" she gasped, blinking the sleep away. 

He didn't speak, but suddenly his hands came from behind his back, and he was pressing a large strip of Elastoplast over her mouth.

"Mmmmnnnggghh!" she cried, her eyes opening wide with shock, as her hands came up to her face. He grabbed both her wrists, and climbed astride her, pinning her hips to the mattress. "Mnnngguummmmph!"

"You thought you could get away from me, didn't you, you little bitch?" snarled an all to familiar voice. Alicia felt a cold thrill of fear run along her spine.

The masked figure crossed her hands above her head, and held them there, with one hand, whilst he fished a length of nylon cord out of his coat pocket. He quickly bound her wrists together, and tied them to the tubular metal frame at the head of the bed, before sitting back, and pulling down his surgical mask.

Arnie cruel features leered down at her ashen face. "Did you miss me, my sweet?" he asked.

"Nnnnmmmgmgh!" Alicia screamed, into her gag.

He eased his hips up slightly tugging up her standard issue, medical gown, until it was bunched up to her armpits. He stared down at her naked, heaving breasts. "Because I have certainly missed you!" he added.

"Mmmmmnnnghgh!" The girl shook her head, frantically.

"How did I find you? Elementary, my dear Watson! I just checked out all the hospitals and drug clinics within a fifty mile radius of London, looking for recent young, female admissions who matched your description! There was no way you could've survived for long, without expert medical help!" he ran his hands over her trembling breasts, pinching her nipples into full, hard erection, before running his tongue over them both. "You've been a bad, bad girl, Alicia! Butch was still suffering from concussion, when we found him!"

There was the sound of a zip fastener opening, and moments later, Alicia felt his cock nuzzling at the entrance to her sex. He pushed her knees up, either side of him, spreading her thighs wide apart. "I bet you've missed your daddy, haven't you, my darling?" He thrust his hips forward, entering her in a single, sudden, painful thrust.

"Mnnnggggghhhh!" The girl writhed her hips in agony, her head jerking from side to side.

He chuckled, and began to pound, viciously into her tight, dry sheath, ignoring her muffled cries of pain. "Arnie is going to teach his naughty slut a lesson!" he panted, reaching out and digging his clawed fingers into the soft, tender flesh of her breasts. "Nobody walks out on Arnie Sidebottom!"

"Nnnggghh! Unnnngghh!" Tears of pain streamed from the girl's eyes, as she arched her back, and writhed in agony.

"Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh..." He began to grunt, with each successive thrust, as he felt his climax approaching. "Aaaaagh! Take that bitch...." he gasped, as he started to jet into her spasming pussy.

"Mnnngggggaaahhh!" Alicia shook from head to toe, as his climax triggered her own orgasm, and she thrust her hips upward to meet his downward plunges.

Suddenly, Arnie paused, and sat back on his haunches, his cock almost slipping from her eager grasp. He reached up to the breast pocket of his white coat, and drew out a small, leather case, similar to a spectacles case. He opened it, and took out a hypodermic syringe, full of a pinkish solution.

"I bet you've missed your little jollies, haven't you my dear?"

The girl squirmed, desperately beneath him, her eyes wide with fear.

"Well, this time, you're going to main-line for the very first time!" he continued, with a chuckle. "But unfortunately, you're going to take a massive overdose... a fatal overdose!"

"Nnnnggghhhh!" Alicia struggled in vain, as he leant forward, preparing to inject the lethal concoction into her left breast.

Suddenly, the door burst open. "What the fuck's going on?" Mike exclaimed, as he walked into the room with Angelica, and saw the white coated figure sitting astride the helpless patient, about to inject her with a hypodermic needle.

Quick as a flash, he leapt on the man's back, and they both went tumbling off the side of the bed, with an almighty crash. "Get security!" Mike cried, as he wrapped one arm around the man's neck, and grabbed the wrist of the hand holding the hypo, with the other. "Hurry!"

Angelica rushed from the room, screaming for help.

"You meddling moron!" snarled the wiry, but strong, gangster. "This is where you finally get yours, O'Reilly!" He rolled over on top of Mike, and started to force the needle down toward Mike's face, using his superior strength.

Mike tried to hold the gangster off, using both hands now, but it was no use! The needle crept closer and closer! In a last desperate ploy, Mike released one hand and grabbed Arnie's exposed balls, and gave them a savage twist.

"Yeeoowww!" The gangster let out a scream of agony, and made a grab for the offending hand, dropping the hypodermic syringe in the process.

At that precise moment, Doctor Morton rushed into the room, along with a beefy security guard, and they both piled into the snarling hoodlum, quickly overpowering him.

Mike rolled to one side, gasping and panting.

"Are you okay, Mike!" cried Angelica, rushing over and throwing her arms about his neck, as he staggered back to his feet.

"I'm fine, how's Alicia?" he gasped.

Angelica hurried over to the bed, and yanked the piece of plaster from off Alicia's mouth.

"Ouch!" she gasped, wincing with pain.

"Sorry! Are you all right, honey?"

Alicia gave her a tremulous grin. "Just about! Boy, was I glad to see you two! The bastard was just about to inject me with a fatal drug overdose!"

Doctor Morton looked up from where he was crouching, his knee pressed firmly into the hoodlum's chest. "The police are on their way!" he informed them, grimly. "They should be here any minute now!"

There was a momentary flash of panic in Alicia's eyes. "There, there, it's all for the best!" Angelica murmured, pulling the brunette's medical gown down, to hide her nakedness, then untying the girl's wrists. "I hope the police don't construe this as tampering with evidence?" she added, with a chuckle.

"I'll get you! I'll get you all!" snarled the wide-eyed Sidebottom, foaming at the mouth, struggling in vain, to escape the clutches of the two men sitting on him.



Alicia Ch. 18



I woke up the next morning lying in the damp evidence of my copious emission of the night before. I got up, made myself breakfast, and set about cleaning the house really well. Then I took some stew meat out of the freezer to thaw. I wanted to make homemade soup for my Mistress, and it would take most of the day to cook. Later that day, I would go to the bakery and buy a loaf of crusty bread to eat with the soup. We would also have a salad and a nice red wine.

I had missed my wife very much, and was looking forward to having her back home.

I called Kathy to make sure that she had made it home safely. She had. After that, there was nothing much left for me to do except hang around the house. Sundays were often slow days around our place. Alicia and I stayed in bed late, read the paper, made love.

Today there was nothing to do, so I just watched the news programs on television and read. Around twelve-thirty, Alicia called to say that she was just leaving and would be home around five. I was disappointed that it would be so long, but there was nothing else to do.

When Alicia finally made it home, I couldn't believe how happy I was to see her. I was amazed at this, because I used to live alone. Now, she had become so much a part of my life that being apart from her for only two and a half days had been almost unbearable.

I brought her bag in, helped her get undressed, got in the shower with her, and scrubbed her back. She turned me around and inspected my butt. "So, Kathy didn't spank you, did she?"

"I told you she didn't Mistress. Besides, you are the only one who has that privilege."

"I bet she would have liked too, though," she said teasingly, giving my cheek a pinch.

"I don't know. She seems really lonely. I guess it was a good idea for someone to be with her this weekend."

Now, lest you think that I was lying to my wife, let me explain something. Unlike most people, I can keep a secret. Just as I kept the truth of mine and Alicia's special relationship a secret, so would I keep the more "sensitive" aspects of mine and Kathy's weekend a secret. I would have no sooner told Alicia that Kathy had made a pass at me, than I would have told Kathy the real nature of my relationship with Alicia. I suppose it could be called lying. I call it discretion. I have never subscribed to the idea that partners, even married partners, should be totally and completely honest with each other. It just doesn't work that way.

In any case, we didn't talk about Kathy anymore that night. We were so glad to be back together that we didn't speak at all, or spoke of inconsequential things. I washed Alicia's hair and shaved her legs, then trimmed her pussy hair. Then I rubbed her down with lotion and painted her fingernails and toenails.

"Oh Phillip, that feels so good," she said as I rubbed her down.

"I've been waiting to do this all weekend," I said.

I helped her into her favorite satin robe, then brought her a glass of wine. I started some music on the stereo, made sure that she was situated comfortably on the couch, and finished preparing dinner.

We ate by candlelight. Alicia liked my soup so much that she had an extra bowl. It made me feel good to see her do justice to a meal that I prepared for her.

We wanted each other, so we went to bed early. Alicia had me wait outside our bedroom door for a few minutes. Then she said, "Okay, come in, Phillip."

I went in, and caught my breath. She was sitting up in bed, wearing the very same babydoll nightie we had talked about the night before. Throwing back the covers, she said, "Take a look." Just like the night before, she wore no panties. Instead, her red patch of pubic hair stood out nicely against her creamy skin.

"Turn out the lights, take off your tee shirt, and come over here." Trembling with anticipation, I slipped off my tee shirt. "Get across my lap, slave," she said. I crawled across her warm smooth thighs. "Raise your butt," she ordered. I did so, and she slipped off my underwear. I settled back down, and my cock slipped into place between her thighs, rubbing against her pussy hair.

She caressed my back, and my butt, and asked softly, "Have you been waiting for this?"

"Oh yes, Mistress."

"Tell me what you want, Phillip."

"I want you to spank me hard, Mistress."

"And then what?"

"And then I want you to make love to me."

"What do you want, my hand or the hairbrush?"

"Both, please, and don't spare me."

"Don't worry, I won't."

I then received a very satisfying spanking at the hands of my Mistress. But, unlike the fantasy of the night before, I didn't climax onto her pussy hair. Instead, when she let me up, I threw her legs back and, like a man possessed, plunged up the hilt into her hot, silken wetness. Our mouths and genitals locked together. I was overwhelmed by her physicalness. I craved her tongue, the feel of her skin, the touch of her hands on my body. I think she shared the same hunger. She sobbed with pleasure and relief as I plunged in and out of her pussy, meeting my every thrust. I felt strong vaginal muscles grip me, holding me in close, yet allowing enough play to piston her pussy. We were moaning in unison, murmuring endearments, expressing our love. It was a joyous union.

I plunged in deeply, held there, and ground my pelvis against hers. It was a move she really liked, and she said, "Oh! Right there, Phillip! Oh, yes! Don't stop, keep going! Mama's going to come! Oh! Oh! Oh!" She tensed and arched her body against me, crying out her orgasm hoarsely and shuddering against me with ecstasy.

She held me tightly to her, and whispered urgently in my ear, "Go for yourself, Phillip. Give me your come. Come in mama's pussy."

Her words inflamed me even more. I pummeled her mercilessly, throwing her legs back over her shoulders and pinioning her arms above her head. A great pressure built up quickly in my loins, peaking rapidly with my pleasure. Without realizing it, I started an animal-like grunting, then cried out loudly as my climax overtook me and the semen flooded out of me and into Alicia's warm and receptive pussy.

We lay there, entwined, my cock still inside her, for several minutes while we caught our breaths. Eventually, I grew soft and fell out. We snuggled together, lying on our sides. I smiled at my Mistress, kissed her gently on the lips, and whispered, "Welcome home."

"If that's how I get welcomed back each time, I'll have to leave more often," she said.

"Don't even joke about that, Mistress," I whispered. "I never realized until this weekend just how much I need you around. It was really difficult being apart from you."

Alicia caressed my cheek. "Darling Phillip. It was difficult for me, as well. I promise you we'll never be apart again."

"I love you, Alicia."

"I love you, too, Phillip. Now let's get some sleep. We both have to work tomorrow, and I'm tired."

We slept spoon-fashion, as usual, me snuggled into the curve of her body, her arm protectively over me. I was smiling as I drifted off.

* * *

The next evening, after work, we were both sitting in the living room watching television. Alicia picked up the remote control and turned off the set.

"I have to tell you something, Phillip," she said. Something in the way she said it made me feel very uneasy. "Okay," I said.

"I didn't spend all my time in Myrtle Beach at the conference," she said.

"What do you mean?"

She leaned forward, put her hands together, almost in a prayerlike fashion, and said, "I spent some time down there with a doctor friend of mine. She works in the hospital down there." I didn't say anything, so she went on. "Do you remember back at Christmas time, when we made love at the hospital?"

"Yes, I do. Of course I do," I said, getting more uneasy.

"Well, it concerned me, also, even though I didn't let on at the time. I put it off for a while, but finally went for a PAP smear the week after we got married."

A feeling of dread gripped me as I waited for what she would say next.

"Phillip, I have cancer. A cervical carcinoma."

I closed my eyes, absorbing the blow as well as I could. "Oh shit, Alicia, don't tell me that," I whispered. I got up and sat down beside her on the couch. I took her hand in mine. My mind was whirling, but I managed to ask, "How bad is it?"

Her eyes filled with tears, and her voice broke a little as she said, "Well, the smear was classified as a Class 5, which indicates that cancer cells were already present." She sniffled, and wiped the tears off her cheeks with the heel of her hand.

"Why didn't you tell me sooner?"

"I know this sounds stupid, but I didn't want to worry you, Phillip. You already do so much for me that I didn't want to add this to your burden."

"Okay, so what happened down in Myrtle Beach?"

"Well, I went to this friend of mine, a gynecologist named Peg Sandifer. She examined me thoroughly."

"Tell me what she found!" I said, growing more afraid and exasperated by the minute.

"Well, Phillip, it doesn't look good."

"But you haven't been sick! You haven't had any symptoms! How could you have cancer?" I felt my own eyes well with tears. I calmed myself down somehow. "Okay, tell me exactly what the doctor found."

"Once she examined me, she found that my cancer is a Stage II. That means that the cancer extends beyond the cervix, but not onto the pelvic wall. It involves my vagina, but not the lower third. That's probably why I never had any bleeding."

All I could think of was all the breast examinations I had done on Alicia. I had been so concerned about breast cancer that I had completely overlooked her PAP smears.

"It's all my fault," I said, breaking down into sobs. "I should have reminded you to get your PAP smears. Maybe it could have been caught earlier."

Alicia embraced me, hugging me hard. "Listen, Phillip, I don't want you blaming yourself. It's not your responsibility. If anything, it's mine. I've never been good about things like that. Hell, I'd probably examined my breasts three or four times max, before I met you. And I don't even remember the last time I got a PAP smear."

I got myself together. "Okay," I said, "how do you want to handle this thing?"

"Peggy and I talked about it for a long time over the weekend. Considering the stage of the disease, we decided on radiation therapy by implant. I'm going to work around here for as long as I'm able, but at some point, I'm going to want us to move closer to Myrtle Beach, so we can be closer to Peggy."

"We'll do it any way you want, Mistress," I said. I couldn't help it; I was a weak man, and I was starting to cry again. It all seemed so unfair. Alicia and I were perfect for each other. We had both been alone in the world, had found each other, and enriched each other's lives more than we ever expected. And now this!

"Listen Phillip, I know this is hard for you, but you've got to be strong for me. It's conceivable that at some point, I will not be able to make decisions. You're going to need to make them for me. I know it's difficult, but we need to talk about the future." She kissed me, and there was an urgency in her kiss that I hadn't felt before. I kissed her back just as urgently. All our kisses, from that time on, were urgent.

"Now, go get us some wine. Put on some music, and let's discuss our options."

I did as I was told, trying not to cry. She was right: Now was the time to make decisions, not later on, when she was sick.

It was a long night. We talked, and argued, and talked some more, until the early morning. But when we finally dragged off to bed at almost three a.m., we had a plan.

Briefly, it was this: We would continue as before in our jobs, taking time off as needed for any surgeries or radiation therapy that Alicia required. Eventually, when she became more ill, I would go part-time, and so would she. This would allow her more time to rest, and I would be able to take care of her at home. At some point, if it became necessary, we would move closer to Myrtle Beach, possibly even down to Sunset Beach. We would be much closer to the hospital where Doctor Sandifer worked. Alicia had already decided that her friend would be her doctor.

We decided that since chemotherapy was of limited use in cervical cancer, we wouldn't use it unless Doctor Sandifer really felt strongly about it. We would stick to whatever radiation therapy and surgery was necessary, and hope for the best.

And last, Alicia was quite adamant about not having her life prolonged by heroic means. "I'm going to trust you on this one, Phillip. I don't want to be a vegetable, dying slowly on a ventilator. When, or if, the time comes, I want you to let me go. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Alicia. I understand. You can rely on me for that."

In nearly eight years as a respiratory therapy professional, I had seen far too many patients kept alive painfully and unnecessarily using mechanical ventilation. In the end, many of them had looked like grotesque monsters, with little or no resemblance to the people they had once been. I had made up my mind that I would never let it happen to me. You can be sure that I wouldn't let it happen to Alicia.

In essence, we decided to give the standard therapies a try, but avoid anything that would disfigure Alicia, or make her violently ill. "I'm just not prepared to go through that," she said. I agreed. Considering the stage of her cancer, we felt it best to be conservative in her treatment, make the absolute most of our time together, and manage her pain, when it became necessary.

Although we were tired when we finally crawled into bed, I don't think we slept that much. I know I didn't.



Alicia Ch. 19



Warning! This story contains material of an adult nature and is intended for mature readers and for personal use only. No copyright infringement is intended.

Mike sat in his spacious new office in the tall HSBC Tower, staring out of the panoramic window, at Canary Wharf and the rest of the Isle of Dogs. The company's main offices had only recently relocated to this prestigious site in the London docklands area. He was in a pensive mood, the fingers of both hands pressed together forming a peak. The notorious Arnie Sidebottom had been arrested by the metropolitan police, and was currently languishing in a cell somewhere, awaiting trial on charges of attempted murder, accessory to murder, blackmail, rape, drug peddling, and a whole host of minor offences, too numerous to mention. His two muscular goons, and various other employees, had also been detained on a range of charges, varying from murder to illegal parking! Alicia's drug rehabilitation program was coming along nicely, and she was due to be discharged from hospital, in a little over a week's time. After considerable cajoling, she had finally agreed to come and stay with Angelica and himself, in his new spacious apartment, at least until she was fully recovered. Angelica seemed to have taken quite a shine to her!

"It will be interesting to see how our 'menage a trois' works out, after that?" he mused, with a rye chuckle. "We will have to find Alicia a more respectable line of work though," he reminded himself. "Walking the streets, is no longer a suitable occupation for someone who associates with a man in my elevated position!"

Mike had come up in the world, of late! The publicity over the Sidebottom case (thank God the finer details hadn't become common knowledge), had pleased the directors of the major insurance company that he worked for, and he had been promoted to Chief Insurance Assessor, with a bigger company car, and a significant pay rise, and an office in their headquarters building. This was only his second day in the new job, which mainly involved overseeing the work of the army of assessors working for the company, and helping to ensure the overall financial viability of the firm.

There was a polite knock on the office door, bringing him out of his reverie.

"Come in!" he called out, swinging his feet down off his desktop, sitting up and straightening his tie.

The door swung inward, and Mrs. Simpson, the grey-haired, head secretary walked in. She peered at him, over the tops of her pince-nez, almost smiling, for once. Mr. O'Reilly had become quite a celebrity of late, what with him breaking up that major drug peddling ring, vertially all by himself. She was seeing him in a whole new light! "Your new secretary has arrived, Sir!" she announced, wishing that people would keep her fully informed about any personnel changes. "Shall I send her in?"

"Yes please, Agnes!" he replied, in his most business-like manner, picking up a pen, and twiddling it between his thumb and forefinger. One of the perks of his new position, was that he got his own personal, private secretary!

"Very well, Sir!"

The head secretary departed, and Mike heard the click of high-heels, as his new secretary walked in his office. He tried to appear deeply engrossed in the document spread out on his desk before him. Mike had never had a personal secretary before, and was looking forward to the experience!

He didn't bother to look up from the report spread out before him. "Ah, um, good morning, Miss, ah...."

"Good morning, Sir!" she replied, in a deep, sexy voice. The long-legged blonde walked around the side of his desk, and perched her rear on the corner of it, then started swinging her slightly parted legs. She was wearing sheer hosiery and five-inch stiletto heels. Her extremely short skirt, rode even further up her shapely thighs, as she sat down. Mike's eyes were drawn like a magnet, to her crotch, the report forgotten. She wasn't wearing any underwear, and her sex was clearly visible!

"Ah, now, about your typing skills?" he croaked, finally dragging his eyes up to her lovely face.

"I don't type!" the blonde-haired vision murmured, a slight smile on her full, red lips.

"Shorthand, then?" he said, fingering his tight collar. It suddenly seemed very warm and close in the office.

"I don't do shorthand!" She leant forward, and her hand reached out and started to unzip his fly.

"Word-processing skills?" he gasped, as she pulled out his rapidly hardening penis.

She shook her long, blonde locks, and slid off the desk, bunched her skirt up about her waist, and stepped astride his lap, facing him, before guiding her sex down onto his now rampant member. "I don't know one end of a computer from the other!" she murmured, as she sank down on him, totally enveloping his rigid throbbing cock, and clamping her pussy muscles tightly about it. "Mmm, that feels soooh good!" she gasped, throwing her head back, and momentarily closing her big, blue eyes. One shoulder strap had slipped down and an erect nipple was peeking over the top of the already low neckline of her dress.

"You… you sound eminently suitable!" Mike gasped.

"Thank you, darling!" Angelica leant forward, wrapped her arms about his neck, and pressed her soft, warm, welcoming lips against his, as her shapely ass started to ride his shaft. As the kiss ended, she eased back to stare into his eyes. "I shall always do my best to please you, sir!" she murmured, with a grin. "Is this what they call DICK-tation?"

THE END



Alicia Ch. 19



The next few months are difficult for me to think about, let alone write about. We got the news of Alicia's disease in mid-May. After that, we went for a round of surgery, which did some good, followed by a round of radiation therapy, which also did some good. But by the time we had started to treat the disease in earnest, the cancer had already traveled via her lymph nodes to other parts of her body. In late September, the one-year anniversary of our meeting, I found a small lump underneath Alicia's left arm when I did her breast exam. Not long afterward, I went part-time at work, and Alicia resigned. We did it so that we could be together as much as possible. She was getting steadily weaker, and it became harder and harder to get her to eat. We considered doing another round of radiation therapy, but the first (and last) round had made Alicia so weak and sick that she vowed never to have it again. We also dismissed chemo out of hand. Alicia knew that methotrexate was only of limited use, anyway. 

In late September, we took careful stock of our finances and decided to move down to Sunset Beach, where we would be closer to Alicia's doctor. We sold the BMW and bought, of all things, a used pickup truck, then piled as much stuff as we could in the back, and set up shop in the same house we had rented before. We got a good deal, mainly because it was the off-season, but also because I (privately) explained that she was a cancer patient, and needed to be close to her doctor. The owner of the house, a very nice elderly man named Robinson, was a cancer survivor himself. He let us have the house for half what we had paid before.

There we stayed. I took care of Alicia as well as I could. I drove her to Myrtle Beach for her appointments, gave her her pain shots, fed her, and bathed her.

I also cried a lot, in private.

In the final months that we were together, Alicia and I enjoyed each other as much as possible. Our sex life continued much as it had before, until her surgery and radiation treatments, that is. After that, we adapted as well as we could. When she felt up to it, she continued to spank my bare ass with the hairbrush. As she was weak, it didn't hurt nearly as much as it used to, but I didn't mind.

I didn't break down in front of Alicia, after that first night, until the day came when she was too weak to lift the hairbrush. She had wanted to try, so I had gotten naked, and climbed over her lap. Once I was over, though, she said, "I'm sorry, Phillip, I can't do it. I'm just too tired."

I felt the hot sting of tears in my eyes. I tried to blink them back as I lay over her, but I couldn't. I was shaking with silent sobs. Alicia stroked my back and my butt, and said, "Oh Phillip, I'm going to miss you so."

I got up and crawled into her arms, crying silently into her breasts. My heart felt as though it would break. "What will I do, Mistress? What will I do?" I sobbed.

"You'll be fine, Phillip. You might be my slave, but you are really a strong person. Now, stop crying, or somehow I'll summon enough strength to spank your ass good and hard."

I looked up at her and said, "Do you promise?"

She smiled and patted my cheek, and I managed to laugh a little, despite the hurt that I felt.

"I don't think I could have wished for a better wife and Mistress than you."

"I've felt happier and more loved over the past year than I've felt in my entire life. You have been a perfect husband and slave. I'm so glad that you asked me out that first time."

"Well, I had to think pretty hard about it, and really gather my courage, but it certainly paid off."

"Yes it did, husband."

Doctor Sandifer held off admitting her to the hospital until I could no longer care for her or manage her pain at the house. 

Peggy Sandifer was a tall, slender blonde about the same age as Alicia. She had soft brown eyes that had already seen too much suffering. I had liked her as soon as I had met her, and we had seen eye-to-eye on Alicia's treatment. On Alicia's last hospital admission, Doctor Sandifer came to me and said, "Well, we can try a round of methotrexate, or just put her on a morphine drip and treat her pain."

"No chemo. We'll just do the morphine. I'd like to stay with her as long as I can."

"Phil, you can move into the room if you want to. Now, go be with her. I'll start the IV in a little while."

"Thanks, doctor."

She was asleep when I got there, so I pulled up a chair and sat down beside the bed. I was reading a book when I heard, softly, "Hi."

She had awakened. I reached over and took her hand. It was a little cold. I chafed it, and blew on it, to warm it up. "How do you feel?" was all I could manage.

"Not too bad."

"Are you hurting?"

"Not really. Have you seen Peggy?"

"Yes. She's coming soon to start a morphine drip."

"Just enough to kill the pain. I don't want to be knocked out."

"I'll tell her," I said.

"Okay. Stay with me?"

"I'm not going anywhere, Mistress."

"Okay." She closed her eyes. I thought she had gone to sleep, but she opened them a little while later. "Phillip?"

"I'm here."

"Do you know why I made you entertain Kathy that weekend?"

"Because she was lonely after breaking up with Twyla."

"Yes, that was part of it. But that wasn't the only reason. I..."

The door opened, and Doctor Sandifer came in. She smiled at Alicia and said, "Hey, girlfriend. How are you feeling?"

"Not too bad," Alicia replied.

"How's your pain?"

"It's not bad right now."

"Did Phil get you to eat anything?"

"Not yet," I said. "We'll try some of my soup later. She really likes that."

Peggy said, "Yeah, I heard that homemade soup of yours is delicious." She leaned down close to Alicia and said, "Promise me, girlfriend, that you'll try to eat something."

Alicia smiled weakly and said, "I promise."

Then, Doctor Sandifer straightened up and became all business. She went to the door and called a nurse in. I stepped away while she quickly and efficiently inserted an IV in the back of Alicia's left hand, and hung a bag of morphine. "Just enough to kill the pain, Peggy," Alicia said.

"Okay," Peggy replied.

After they left, I sat back down beside the bed. "Now, what were you saying about Kathy?" I asked.

"I want you to try being with Kathy," she said.

"I don't want to think about that right now, Mistress," I said.

"I think she may be right for you, especially after what you told me happened between her and Twyla."

I started to tell her that, if anything, Kathy was the opposite of what I needed. I didn't want to do the spanking, I wanted to be spanked. Kathy had made it clear that night that she wanted me to do the spanking.

But of course, I didn't tell Alicia that. Instead, I said, "Mistress, I will do what you wish. I will try being with Kathy."

"Promise me," she said.

"I promise." 

She nodded, closed her eyes, and went to sleep for a while.

That night, I called Kathy at home, and told her that we had just admitted Alicia to the hospital for probably the last time. She said she would take off and come to visit. 

I stayed the rest of the night, sleeping in the chair beside her bed. When morning came, I made sure that she was comfortable and cared for, and drove to the beach house. Kathy's car was parked in front. We had given her a key several weeks before so that she could get in if needed.

I walked in. Apparently, she was still asleep, but came out soon after I started puttering around in the kitchen. "Well, how is she?" she asked.

"She's comfortable, that's about all I can say."

Kathy came to me and put her arms around me. We cried together for several minutes. I composed myself and made coffee. We had breakfast together, not saying much. We both took showers, put on clean clothes, and then I drove her to the hospital to visit.

When we got to the hospital, Kathy went straight to Alicia's room, and I went to talk to the doctor. There was essentially no change from that morning, so I went on over to the room. Alicia and Kathy had their heads together when I entered. Alicia was sitting up, and she smiled at me. So did Kathy. I went over and kissed my wife and asked, "What? What are you two up to?"

"None of your business," Alicia said.

"Yeah, none of your business," Kathy said, winking at me.

I had brought a thermos of my soup, and some of the crusty bread that Alicia liked so much. Together, Kathy and I got her to eat almost a whole bowl, along with a piece of the bread with a little butter on it. Afterward, Alicia leaned back in the bed with a sigh and said, "I'm tired now, guys. I think I'll sleep for a while."

Kathy said, "I'll wait outside." She got up and left after giving Alicia a kiss on the cheek.

When we were alone, I asked, "Do you need anything?"

"No, love. I'll all right. The painkiller is working, and the soup was good. I just want to rest for a while."

"Were you and Kathy talking about what I think you were?"

She smiled wanly at me and said, "We might have been. Give her a chance, okay?"

"I will, I promise."

I kissed her on the lips. "I love you so much. You will always be my Mistress," I whispered into her ear. She reached up and caressed my face. 

I left the room. Kathy was waiting outside in the hall. "Is she sleeping?" she asked.

"Yeah. Let's go get something to eat," I said.

We went to a nearby "family" restaurant, probably built there to serve the hospital visitors. We didn't say much during our meal, and we didn't discuss the promise I had made to Alicia.

Kathy and I went back later that afternoon, and spent the evening with Alicia. She was in good spirits, though weak, and we had a good visit. Then, we drove back to Sunset Beach.

It was late March, and mine and Alicia's first anniversary was only a few days away. The wind was cold and brisk, the same as it had been when we had spent our honeymoon there the year before. Kathy and I bundled up in our coats, and took a walk out on the old pier. There was a nearly full moon high in the sky, and it shone its cold light on the ocean. We stayed there for a while, not talking, our arms around each other, then walked back to the house.

The next morning, Kathy and I were awakened to the sound of the phone ringing. Dread seized my heart as I picked it up. It was Doctor Sandifer. "She's slipped into unconsciousness," she said. "I thought you might want to come."

"I'll be right there," I said.

I hung up the phone and turned to Kathy, who was standing beside me. "We've got to go to the hospital," I said.

"Is she gone?" she asked, going pale.

"No. But it probably won't be long."

I'm very surprised that I didn't get a speeding ticket on my way back to the hospital, but I didn't. I guess the fates were with us, because Kathy and I made it there in record time. We talked briefly to Doctor Sandifer outside Alicia's room.

"We couldn't arouse her this morning. Her respirations are gradually slowing, and so is her pulse and blood pressure. I don't think it will be long."

I felt the tears come and start spilling over onto my cheek. I looked at Kathy, and saw that she was crying, also. We went in.

Alicia's nurses had done a splendid job with her. She was clean, her hair was brushed, she had clean linen on her bed. She had on a nasal oxygen cannula to ease her breathing. The hand with the IV was bandaged neatly. I thought, this is how we wanted it to happen. I went to one side, Kathy to the other. I kissed her lips, and Kathy kissed her cheek. Alicia was breathing slowly and shallowly, but regularly. I whispered into her ear, "I'm here, darling. I'm here. I love you, Alicia." Tears were running down my face and wetting her cheek. All I could think of to say was, "I'm here, darling. Don't be afraid. I'm here. I love you."

Kathy broke down and began sobbing. She sat down on the chair and buried her face in her hands.

That was at nine-thirty in the morning. My Mistress lasted another three hours. At twelve-thirty that afternoon, six days before our first wedding anniversary, she took a deep, final breath and died.



Alicia Ch. 20



I won't go into too many details about her funeral. As with all things, we did it the way that she wanted it. We held a small memorial service there on Sunset Beach, and I walked alone out onto the pier and scattered her ashes in the surf.

Her brothers were quite upset when they learned of her death. But Alicia had wanted her sickness kept from them. I got a few hard stares, but what could I do? It had been my Mistress' wish that her family attend her funeral, not her sickness. Besides, she had written them all letters detailing her wishes.

Kathy, Twyla and Tom attended. Kathy had already grown a little possessive of me, and leaned on my arm the whole time. Twyla and Kathy were cordial to each other, but I could tell it was over between them. Tom told me that he and Twyla occasionally dated, but that it was nothing steady. I saw Twyla looking at me a couple of times during and after the service.

After the service, there was nothing to do but go home and try to start living again. I felt lost without Alicia. She had given my life meaning and direction, and now I felt like I was just drifting, drifting. Kathy offered to stay with me for a few days, but I declined. I needed time, I said, to sort out things. "Will you be all right, Phillip?" she asked, concerned. I told her I would.

The next week, at our apartment, I hurt so much that I thought I would die. I kept expecting her to come in the door in a foul mood, and tell me drop my pants and get over her knee. I would have done it in a heartbeat. No spanking, strapping, caning or beating that my Mistress ever gave me hurt as much as the pain that I felt in the two weeks after her death. I don't know if people who have been married for a longer time than us hurt more when they lose their spouse, but they could not have hurt more keenly. The pain was a sharp, crushing weight on my chest.

Of course, Kathy and Tom were there for me if and when I needed them. Tom came over a couple of nights and watched basketball. Kathy came over and cooked dinner. I hadn't started back to work yet, so I only saw her when she came over.

Kathy seemed slightly on edge. She knew of Alicia's wishes, that we should get together, and I sensed a little impatience on her part. I understood that she wanted to get on with her life, and that she wanted me to be part of it, but I was not ready. I don't think that I was exactly wallowing in my grief, but I certainly experienced it fully. Alicia had been so much to me: lover, Mistress, wife, friend, that I was not going to be able to leave her behind easily. And so, knowing full well that Kathy wanted and needed my attention, I let her wait. It could be called a belated rebellion against Alicia's authority over me, but I don't think it was. It was, simply, this: Alicia had been my choice. I had taken the initial risk of being rejected by asking her out. Despite the fact that she was the dominant personality in our relationship, it had been my choice to make the initial move. Kathy was Alicia's choice, and although, as always, I deferred to my Mistress' wishes, I felt that it was only right that I do it when I felt right about it. I considered myself still in mourning for Alicia. I wasn't ready (nor would I ever be) to make the same kind of connection with Kathy that I had with Alicia. And so, Kathy waited. 

I didn't make her wait too long, though. Just enough to allow the pain to subside a little. 

Although I have referred to mine and Alicia's place of residence as an apartment, it was actually a condominium, and we paid a mortgage. I chose to stay there; it was certainly nicer than where I had lived before. Kathy and I started by just spending a little time around the condo, having dinner, watching TV, listening to music. We "dated" from time to time, trying to get to know each other a little better. We would go out to a movie, or to a concert, or even just shopping. We kept it light, or rather, I kept it light. I could sense that Kathy wanted to take our relationship a step further. She even hinted at it a few times, making a stray remark about "staying the night", or "having breakfast." But I didn't act on it until late May, more than two months after Alicia's death.

I was feeling low, very low, and Kathy could see it. It was a Saturday, and both of us were off work. She had been trying to cheer me up all day long. Just lately, she had taken to showing up at the apartment in the mornings of her days off, and hanging out all day.

I was in the kitchen making a pot of coffee for us, and she came in and said, "Bad day, huh?"

"I'm all right," I said.

"I still miss her, too. She was my friend, one of the best I've ever had. But Phil, we have to move on." She moved closer to me, looked up and said, "I could help."

"I don't know if I'm ready, Kathy."

"Why don't we try? Give it a chance. Besides, I brought you a surprise this morning." She went into the living room and rummaged around in her purse, then came back into the kitchen holding something. She held it out to me. It was a wooden paddle of the type that children play with. It had once had a rubber band and ball attached to it. "Care to try it out?"

That finally got me to smile. I said, "Okay."

"Let's go into the bedroom," she said eagerly. She practically bounced down the hall.

It must have been wishful thinking. I walked down the hall after her, thinking that she was going to spank me. And to tell you the truth, I really craved a good spanking. Something about them had always made me feel alive. For the last two months, I had not felt alive at all.

But when I got to the bedroom, Kathy had already stripped down to bra and white, cotton panties. "How do you want me?" she asked. "How about lying on the bed?"

Needless to say, I was a bit deflated. I had wanted, had expected, a hard spanking from Kathy. Instead, she assumed that I wanted to spank her. Afterwards, she would probably want sex.

I decided to play along. I didn't want to hurt her feelings. "Across my lap," I said, and sat down on the bed.

"I've never done this before, Phillip. You'll have to go easy on me," she said.

I took the paddle and began whacking her bottom in a somewhat lackluster manner. I didn't have much heart for it, but I did it anyway. Even so, it didn't take many blows for her to start squirming. "Ow! Ow! That really hurts," she said.

I kept on paddling, despite her protests. When I stopped, she asked breathlessly, "Are we finished? I don't how much more I can take."

By the time, I was more in the spirit of the thing. "No we're not," I said. "Take your panties down."

"I don't want to," she whimpered.

"If you want us to have a chance," I said sternly, "you'd better get across my lap with your panties down."

Tremblingly, she pulled her panties down and got back across my lap. I heard her breathing deeply. I looked down. Kathy was in good shape. The muscles in the backs of her thighs were well-defined, and her butt was firm and round. Her pink-brown asshole winked at me, and I admired the way her furry cleft was mashed together by her posture. I took up the paddle. As soon as I started hitting her, something sort of took over. It wasn't anger, so to speak. It was more a desire to let her know exactly what spanking discipline was all about.

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

I don't know how many licks I gave her. But eventually, I heard her voice, pleading with me to, "Stop! Stop Phillip! Oh, please stop!"

I stopped. I was panting with exertion and excitement. She was sobbing; long, heartfelt cries. I took my arm off, and she got up, pulled her panties up and crawled over on the bed to lay face down. Her entire small body shook with her sobs. The backs of her thighs, and what I could see of her butt cheeks were crimson. I looked at the paddle, and got a shock. I was holding only the handle in my hand. The cheap thing had broken during the paddling. Pieces of it lay all over the floor.

I crawled up beside her on the bed. "I'm so sorry, Kathy. I guess I got carried away."

"You're damn right you got carried away, Phillip! I don't know how many times I yelled at you to stop, but you just kept on hitting me and hitting me! My ass is going to be red for a week! Is this what you and Alicia did together?"

I started to say: But you asked me to do it. You asked me to spank you. But I didn't. I didn't say anything.

She went on, "I expected a little light spanking on my bottom. And then I was hoping... I was hoping that we'd..." She began sobbing again, burying her face in the pillow.

I began talking quietly. I wanted her to understand something about me, about my relationship with Alicia. "Kathy, I need to tell you something. First of all, Alicia and I practiced spanking as an integral part of our love life. It was something we did together from the very start. And Kathy, I never spanked Alicia once. She always, always spanked me. Second, I need to be spanked often and hard. It is important, very important, to me. It will have to be part of any relationship I enter into."

She had turned over. I had to admit Kathy was an attractive, if somewhat mannish, woman. But now her cheeks were damp with tears, and she looked like a small hurt girl-child. "I don't know if I can do that, Phillip. Oh, why can't you just be normal like other men? Why can't we just make love like everyone else?"

"Kathy, I don't really feel like I have to explain. I have never questioned why you like women as well as men. It is your business. I feel that everyone should be able to do what it is that makes them happy, if they can find someone they love and trust to do it with. I was extremely, extremely lucky to find Alicia. However, I will tell you one thing: I think that Alicia sometimes felt a little uncomfortable with beating me. But it made no difference. She loved me, and knew what I needed. I'll be very fortunate if I ever find anyone like her again."

"I wish I could be that person for you, Phil. But I don't think I can."

"I understand, Kathy. I want to stay close with you, if possible. I mean, we share several sensitive secrets. We've got to stay friends."

"Could we be, I don't know, intimate friends, sometimes? I need to be held, Phillip. I need physical affection sometimes, and I don't have anyone else. I trust you, and in a way, I love you."

I became conscious of my erection. The spanking had gotten to me, after all.

"How would you like some physical affection now, to make up for the spanking I just gave you?" I asked quietly.

Kathy smiled and held out her arms.



Alicia Ch. 21



Dear Readers,

This is the last chapter of "Alicia." I hope that you have enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it and presenting it to you. "Patience's Virtue" and "Alicia" are my two favorite novels. Both strike a chord in me and, I hope, in you as well.

Oldguy 45

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Kathy and I became good, and occasionally intimate friends after that. I stayed pretty much to myself. She was really my only friend, other than Tom. From time to time, she would look at me wistfully and say, "I wish you could change, Phil. Part of me thinks that we could be happy together." At which point I would tell her gently, that I wasn't interested in a long-term relationship with someone who didn't understand and share my special physical needs. In a way, it was back to business as usual for me. I had lived alone before I met Alicia, and I just fell into my old habits.

Over the next couple of months, Kathy and I were close, but then she met someone, another nurse at the hospital, and ended up moving in with her. We gradually grew apart, and at the end of the summer, she called me to tell me that she and her friend were moving away. I invited them both to dinner to wish them well.

Kathy's friend was Jocelyn, a striking blonde with a voluptuous figure who worked in CCU. I fed them a meal of London broil, twice-baked potatoes, fresh steamed asparagus with cheese sauce, and warm crusty bread. We had an excellent Cabernet with the meal. I noticed that Kathy had only one screwdriver, although I had enough vodka and orange juice for many more. Jocelyn had two glasses of red wine, and then only water. 

Kathy looked very good, very happy. She was obviously in love with Jocelyn, and I could see why. The blonde nurse was witty, and funny, and beautiful. She kept squeezing Kathy's hand, and I saw them exchange several hugs. Kathy adored her.

I was happy for Kathy, though a little sad that I was losing my last link with Alicia. Several times, I think Kathy was going to mention Alicia, but she didn't, and I was glad.

They were leaving by ten-thirty. I shook Jocelyn's hand and hugged Kathy hard, wishing her good luck. She hugged me back, just as hard. There were tears in her eyes as she said, "Don't forget to stay in touch, Phil. She would want us to."

"I won't," I said. "You two drive carefully, and good luck."

When I shut the door behind the, I gave a big sigh. I felt as if a door was closing on an important part of my life. I cleaned the kitchen, picked up the house, and went to bed. I was past crying, but I didn't go to sleep for a long time.

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A couple of weekends later, I was at the mall, wandering around. The big apartment was lonely, and I just needed to get out. I was walking along, and had a sudden thought. The clothing store that Twyla worked at was named Slacks n' Things, and it was located at that mall. I decided, on impulse, to go by and say hello. I went to a mall directory sign and found out where it was, then went there.

It was a small store, privately owned, not part of a chain like so many other stores. I walked in and was disappointed that I didn't see Twyla anywhere. Discouraged, I turned to leave, when I heard a voice say, "Can I help you find something?"

I turned around. A tall, slender girl with brown hair and big brown eyes was standing there. "Do you need help finding your size?" she asked.

"No," I replied. "Actually, I was looking for someone. Her name's Twyla, and I thought she worked here."

"Twyla, sure. She still works here. She's in the back. I'll go get her for you." The girl turned and strode away towards the back of the store. She opened a door and called inside to someone, then came back. "She'll be out in minute. Can I help you find something?"

I smiled at her. "No thanks, I don't need anything right now." The brown-haired girl looked disappointed, stuck out her lower lip slightly, and walked off.

A couple of minutes later, Twyla came out from the back. She was wearing a dark-red velvet blouse with a scoop neck and long sleeves. She had on jeans and short black boots. Around her neck she wore a simple gold chain. From her ears dangled two thin golden hoops. Her dark blonde hair was just the same as always: Parted slightly to one side, and cut so that it fell just below her earlobes. Twyla had a unique, bouncy gait that made her hair dance as she walked. I hadn't noticed it before. She smiled when she saw me.

"Hi," she said.

"How are you doing?" I asked. Her smile made me smile.

"I should be asking that of you."

"I'm doing all right at the present."

She had brought out a few shirts on hangers. She began hanging them on the racks, talking over her shoulder to me. "So, how's Kathy?" she asked.

"Kathy's good. She moved away last week."

Twyla stopped what she was doing. She gave a little toss with her head and said, "Oh? Where'd she go?"

"I believe she went to Charleston, South Carolina, with a friend."

She arranged shirts on racks, still not looking at me. "A friend? But I thought you two were, um..."

"Kathy and I were never more than friends. I really liked her, but it wouldn't have worked out."

Twyla stopped what she was doing and looked at me. I said, "What about you and Tom?"

She smiled, a little ruefully. "I don't think I was Tom's cup of tea," she said.

"So, are you, ah, dating anyone right now?" I asked.

"Nobody seriously," she said.

"Well, how about going to dinner with me?"

Twyla looked at me closely. "Tell you what, Phillip. Why don't you cook one of your famous dinners for me? At your house. Tonight."

A little thrill began in the pit of my stomach. "Sure," I said. "What would you like?"

She smiled, nibbling her lower lip prettily. "I would like salmon, grilled or poached, rice pilaf, a green vegetable, and bread. And don't forget wine."

"Yes, ma'am. What time would you like to come over?"

"I get off at five. Why don't I come at six? We'll catch up while you cook. We can listen to some music and talk."

"That sounds good to me," I said. I looked at my watch. "Listen, I have to go to the grocery store to get the food."

"Get a good wine, Phillip, a pinot noir or maybe a pinot grigio. I like good wine."

"I will. I'll see you around six, then."

"I'll be there," she said.

She was there at six, on the dot. She was wearing a mid-thigh length, snug-fitting black slipdress with a v-neck, spaghetti straps, and a scalloped, embroidered hem. She was also wearing sandals that laced, crisscross, halfway up her calves. She had found the time to do her fingernails in bright red, and her lips shone with a recent application of red lipstick. 

"Wow," I said. "You look great."

"Thanks," she said. "I wasn't sure, but I thought you might like this. Where can I put this?" she asked, hefting a leather bag the size of a small briefcase.

"That sure is a big purse," I said.

"It's not really a purse, silly. I carry it when I have more than my usual load of stuff to carry."

"Um, you can put it beside the couch. It will be out of the way there." She put the bag at the end of the couch, at the entrance to the hall.

"I don't suppose you have any vodka, do you?" she asked, settling herself on the stool in front of the bar.

"Of course, and some orange juice, as well."

"Good, then I'll have a screwdriver. Mind if I put on some music?" She got up and went over to the stereo. "What do you like?" she asked.

"Oh, anything. Your choice." I was pre-heating the oven and getting my skillet ready for the salmon. I had two beautiful filets, and I wanted them to be perfect. I was going to cook them in butter and a little wine, and dust them with a little dill.

One of my own alternative rock CDs began playing on the stereo. Twyla came back to the bar and sat down. "No country tonight?" I asked, grinning at her.

"Not tonight," she said, taking a sip of her drink. "This is good, Phillip. You make the best screwdrivers."

"Thank you, Milady. I aim to please."

I myself had a glass of wine while I cooked. We made small talk for a while, then Twyla said, "I want you to know that I liked Alicia, even if I didn't know her very well. You two were obviously made for each other."

I tensed for pain, and got a little jolt. But it was not a bad as it had been. I said, "Thanks for saying that, Twyla."

We talked for a while about Kathy. Twyla didn't seem too surprised that Kathy had found someone else. "I knew she wasn't right for you anyway, Phillip."

"Is that right? What makes you say that?"

"I don't know, exactly. Just a feeling. I think that Alicia was perfect for you, but not Kathy."

"Well, you're right. Kathy and I made good friends, but as anything else, we were mismatched."

We had our dinner by candlelight. It was late summer, and the sun was just then going down. We ate in front of the picture window and watched the sky turn orange, then red, then purple as the sun set.

We were finishing up. I held the bottle out for her, but she said, "No, I've had enough wine. I will have coffee, though. What did you get for dessert?"

"I found a delicious-looking cheesecake at the store. I thought we'd have that."

"What, you didn't make it yourself from scratch? I'm disappointed in you, Phillip." She frowned at me mock-seriously. I was relieved; for a moment I had thought she was serious.

"I've never tried to make a cheesecake. But I'll make you one if you want."

"It's a deal. Meanwhile, yes, I'll have a small piece with a cup of coffee."

"How do you take yours?"

"Black, no cream, no sugar."

We finished dessert and sat down on the couch. Twyla put another CD on, this one a little softer rock. We talked about bands we liked, concerts we'd been to, vacations we had taken. It was a good time.

At about eleven, I got up and said, "Look, I'm going to clear away the dishes and straighten up the kitchen. Why don't you relax in here for a while, and listen to some more music?"

"I can leave if you're tired. I've really had a good time," she said.

"No, I don't want you to leave," I said, meaning it. "I just can't stand a dirty kitchen. Just indulge me while I pick up a little. Okay?"

"Okay," she said.

I had been in the kitchen for a few minutes when she appeared at the door. "I'll be in the bathroom for a few minutes, okay?"

"Take your time," I said, loading the dishwasher.

Fifteen minutes later, she hadn't returned. I sat in the living room another five minutes, then decided to see if she needed any help. I walked down the hall to the bathroom, but the door was open, and it was empty. Then, I noticed a faint light underneath the door to my bedroom.

I walked up to the door, knocked quietly, and asked, "Twyla, are you all right?"

From the other side of the door, she answered, "Come in, Phillip. I have something to show you."

I pushed the door open slowly. The first thing I saw was that the room was nearly dark. The lamp beside the bed was the only light on in the room, and it was covered by a sheer, red piece of fabric that cast a muted, crimson glow. I pushed the door open a little more, and saw Twyla standing beside the bed. It took my eyes a few seconds to adjust to the dim light.

She was wearing a very short black dress made of what appeared to be leather. It had a low, scoop neckline and a flounce bottom. She had removed her sandals and put on a pair of black leather calf-high boots.

In her right hand she held a large, wooden hairbrush.

"Well, what do you think?" she asked quietly.

"I like it," I whispered.

"Are you ready?"

"Yes Ma'am. I'm ready."

"Then come over here, drop your pants and underwear, and lean over the chair."

I was trembling with anticipation as I walked over to the chair. I unbuckled my belt, dropped my pants, and pulled down my underwear. Then I grabbed the back of the chair, leaned over, and stuck my butt out. As the first blows from the hairbrush landed, I started smiling. Alicia would be pleased.

The End