6 comments/ 113316 views/ 9 favorites A Punished Wife By: Domwoolf A fun tale of games and gamers for your enjoyment. Votes and comments always appreciated and e-mails always get a personnel responce if your e-mail address is included. Dom Woolf The week after Christmas and before New Years Day was boring, especially if you were on what the company called a winter break. Rodger called it a company fuckup break. His bosses decided they would be better off financially if they laid everyone off for two weeks. That way they didn't have to pay holiday pay, or deal with people taking personal paid days over the holidays. Rodger decided that since all his buddies were likewise laid off he would host a poker party. He had called all his buddies and was waiting for them to show. The doorbell rang at two pm, that would be Bob. Bob didn't know it but he had been invited an hour before the rest of the group. Rodger opened the door grinning. "Hey Bob. Good Christmas?" Bob walked in and tossed his coat on the couch. "Not bad, course I had to put up with the old ladies Mother for three days. Thank god she leaves tomorrow." Rodger placed a cold beer in Bob's hand. "Yeah,s and holidays. There ought to be a law limiting the time in-laws can hang around." Bob grinned and looked around. "Where's Carol? She run off, when you told her about the poker game?" "Nah, She upstairs." Rodger's grin got wider. "Why don't you go up and say hi. She can't exactly come done at the moment, she's being punished, but she would love for you to stop in and visit her for awhile." Rodger headed out towards the living room. "Take your time, I got to finish setting up the game, and the rest of the guys won't be here for a while yet." Bob stood for a moment wondering at Rodgers statement. He decided to ask Carol what he meant about being punished. Bob had been over to Rodger and Carols place hundreds of times, he and his wife were best friends with them for years. He headed up the stairs and down the hall to the master bedroom. "Hey, Carol honey, what's this about you being punished? You burn the Christmas turkey again?" Bob walked into the master bedroom and stopped dead stunned at the sight that greeted him. Rodger had converted the two small bedrooms at this end of the house onto one huge master bedroom after his kids had moved out. Centered against the far wall of the room was the California king sized four poster dark wood bed with padded head board and heavy iron overhead that Rodger had said would be used for a canopy and extra storage. Bob had wondered about that at the time because it has sturdy enough that he could do chin ups with his 210 pound body and the damn thing didn't even shake. Now he could see Rodger had built it with other uses in mind, for in the center of the bed suspended by chains was a very naked and much secured Carol. Bob was about to shout for Rodger when he saw the note addressed to him hanging on the poster nearest the door. He walked over and fumbled with the envelope openly staring at Carol's naked body the whole time. He tore his eyes away long enough to focus on the note within. Dear Bob, You have been our best friend for so long and we owe you so much for all the things you have done for us. Carol decided that since she was going to be punished for getting lazy and not doing her chores that she wanted to be punished by you. You will find an assortment of toys in the chest at the foot of the bed. Be our guest and use anything your heart desires. Merry Christmas. Rodger and Carol. P.S. Carols wanted this for years; she just never had the guts to ask. Enjoy, Rodger P.P.S. What you decide and whether or not you decide to tell Mary is up to you. Bob looked down at Carol, his best friend's wife, his wife's best girlfriend. She who had fueled many wet dreams and quiet masturbation fantasies over the years. Carol had a great body. At forty four she could have passed for early thirties. Bob knew she watched her weight and exercised regularly. He had watched her every summer over the years in her tight bikinis with the great cleavage, the prominent camel toe when she swam, the rolling hips and bouncy ass with that tiny scrap of cloth covering, just barely, the crack in her ass. Now here she was spread out, buck naked, her smoothly shaved pussy with its tiny landing strip of brunette hair winking at him. Her normally torpedo shaped breasts, lying pooled on her chest with those hard, ruby colored nips standing straight up begging to be played with. Bob walked up beside the bed where he could look down at Carols face. Even with the gag in her mouth, she was smiling up at him. "Carol, honey, is this really what you want?" She nodded her head. Despite the gag stuffed in her mouth, Bob heard her plead. "Please." Bob stared at the tits he had wanted to touch for so long, slowly he grasped her breasts and began to squeeze them as he bent down to suck her nipple into his mouth and suck. He played with them, exploring how much he could squeeze and twist, lift and pull them. He continued to kiss down across her flat stomach, pausing to explore her belly button before continuing down to the trimmed and shaped hair at the top of her darkened and pretty folds guarding the button of her clit. He spread her lips to gaze at the wet and slick pink tender flesh hidden within. His tongue explored the taste of her and drove deep into the well below. Her body twisted and squirmed against the chains holding her suspended above the bed and Bob moved around and between her spread legs, kissing and nipping gently with his teeth, her soft inner thighs. He gripped her ass cheeks and pulled her into his face as he probed into her wet pussy, using his tongue like a miniature cock to fuck her and lick the juices from her dark hole. Bob brought her to the edge of orgasm then backed away from the bed, listening to her panting and moans as she tried in vain to finish what he had started. He opened the chest marveling at the array of toys inside. He could see whips and floggers, a variety of vibrators from finger sized, battery powered plastics to huge plug in electrical stainless steel ones with a big ball at the end and control settings from low to high and pulse to rattle. There were dildos in colors from flesh to midnight black, sized from small to large pony, some with holes for vibrators, others designed for use by two women or to go in both front and rear holes at the same time. There were toys whose use he could only guess at, although the clamps were pretty self explanatory the wheel on a handle with the sharp needles he wasn't sure of. There was a big handled something that was designed to be plugged in, with a globe of glass at one end, but what it was used for he had no idea. There was a variety of paddles, those he had no trouble figuring out. He removed one that looked like what the teacher at his elementary school had used on his bare bottom a long time ago. Nowadays of course the teacher would be jailed for even thinking of using one. Bob glanced at the chains holding Carols ankles. He took a carabineer from the chest and rehooked Carol's ankles to the over head so her butt was now exposed to both his view and the paddle he was slapping on his hand. Carol had watched Bob look through the trunk, she had seen him place the paddle off to one side and lift her legs to expose her ass. Now as he moved to where he would have the freedom to swing without hitting anything she moaned. Bob watched her as he prepped to paddle her butt. Carol knew what was coming; she could have pleaded with him. Instead she just closed her eyes and began to moan. Hearing her, knowing she was dreading what was coming excited Bob. He had never had women so helpless, so dependant on his will. He ran his hands over her firm yet soft globes. Bob allowed his fingers to play with her pussy, coating his finger with her juices he slid his wet finger down and began to tease the tight brown ring guarding the entrance to her dark passage. She began to jerk and twist away from his fingers exploration. Bob stopped and returned to the trunk. He took several coils of rope, which he looped over her thigh and then tied to the hook he found on the bottom edge of the bed. He did the same to her thigh on the other side. Now she was held tightly unable to squirm as much as half an inch. Bob picked up a tube of lube and put a generous portion on his finger. He teased her anus, gently pressing in with each circle of her asshole by his finger. Unable to move, Carol felt the pop as his finger invaded her and then a second finger and more lube and then a third. Carol felt as if she was being spread open further than she had dreamed possible. The impact of the paddle across both cheeks of her ass came as a complete surprise. She had barely registered the first impact when she felt the second slightly lower. Now the burn came, white hot and spreading across her butt as a third swat hit, harder than the first two landed, criss crossing the original pair. The forth crossed the first three and the fifth merely added to the heat. Carol was screaming into the gag, tears rolling down from the corners of her eyes. That's when the white hot rod of Bobs steel hard cock shoved its way into her burning ass. Carol hung in space filled with molten steel, her body on fire as Bob pumped in and out of her well lubed tunnel. The vibrator that he placed against her clit added to the insane amount of sensation flooding her senses. Too much. Too much. Carols own fuse burned to its goal and she exploded, shaking the entire bed with her convulsions. Bobs outpouring of hot liquid inside her already moist and burning ass seemed almost an anticlimax. Bob had pushed his finger into her asshole feeling it surrender, he added another watching her fight the intrusion and it was as if his fingers had a mind of their own and resented her trying to deny their entry. Another then a forth joined the assault on her asshole, working it, spreading it, demanding entrance. Bob had picked up the paddle in his other hand and did a quick backswing across her oh so white ass cheeks. He added another lower down watching as the paddle pressed into the flesh and sent a shockwave across her leg muscles. He angled the third to cross the first two, and made an x with the forth. He centered the fifth and slammed the hard wood deep into her butt cheeks right over her greased asshole. Bob felt as if he didn't take her right then he was going to explode. He yanked down his pants and underwear in one quick move and positioned the head of his cock at her slicked up shithole. He wrapped his arms around her tied and suspended legs and thrust into the woman's body in one hard thrust. Carols backside and rear tunnel were so fucking hot and tight, Bob felt as if he was fucking a furnace. His cock was burning as he stroked deeper and deeper into his best friend's wife's ass. He reached down and picked up the big vibrator, he didn't even look to see how to adjust it he just jammed the buttons down and shove the pulsating and thrumming rod against her clit. God she was so fucking hot and the way her body jerked and those tits bouncing and her moaning and then her scream. Bob flooded her ass, pressing as deep as his cock could go and holding on as his world exploded. Bob was the big loser at the poker game and the other guys teased about how distracted he was. Bob just smiled and tried to read the cards but his mind was a million miles away. When he had released Carol from all the ropes and chains that held her, they had hugged for half an hour before they stumbled into the shower. Bob had just gotten dressed when Rodger came up to say the guys were waiting for him to start the game. Rodger disappeared halfway through the game to check on Carol, so he said. He rejoined them twenty minutes later saying she needed his help tying things up. Once the game ended, Rodger wouldn't even let them help clean up. Goodnights were said and the guys headed home, Bob still looking as if his mind was busy elsewhere. Rodger stopped Mike, as he was getting ready to leave. "Mike, Carol would like you to come up and talk to her for a minute. If you have the time?" A Punished Wife Ch. 02 My Dear Readers, Disclaimer: What I write is fiction/fantasy/fairy tales for adults. None of my characters are real, no one was injured during the production of my stories and just like on T.V., they all get up when the scene is over, have a beer, remove the makeup and go home, ready to return in the next chapter, all the boo boos healed. Votes and comments are as always gratefully received. E-mail will get personnel response if you remember to leave me a return e-mail address. Enjoy. Dom Woolf * Summer doldrums gripped Rodger here he was on a two week paid vacation and thanks to the economy he didn't have enough spare money to really do anything. That's when he decided to have a really good bondage and punishment session with his wife Carol. After all if she hadn't spent so much money over the last six months he would have been able to at least take a few days and go camping or something. Carol knew something was up, she could hear Rodger whistling and the sound of furniture being moved. She decided to check on her husband, but as she walked into the living room a strong pair of hands grabbed her arms and twisted them behind her back. She felt the cuffs lock into place on her wrists and started to twist away but he had her. Even though she knew better she started to plead with Rodger, no sooner had she opened her mouth when the ball gag was pressed into her lips and the pressure on her lower teeth forced her mouth open wide. In it popped and Rodger fastened the Velcro fastening tight. The bag over her head was a new thing and Carol wasn't really comfortable with it but it wasn't as if she could protest. She felt her self lifted and carried then set down. Judging from the echo this had to be the doorway between the living room and the den. She felt her cuff released but another took its place immediately. This one was leather and thicker, padded on the inside; Carol recognized it as the leather cuffs Rodger had made last year. She felt her arm lifted and hooked to a chain. She tried to twist away but in moments the other cuff was on her wrist and her arm raised and hooked as well. Carol couldn't see her husband but she could hear him as she struggled in her bondage. The thuds of heavy bags, the zippers as he opened them and the quiet sounds as he laid out his toys on the living room table, all told the tale of the session she was about to experience. Carol could already feel the moisture gather between her legs. His strong hands gripped her calves and she could feel the ankle cuffs going on and tightening one at a time. Carol knew what was next, he would clip carabineers on the cuffs connected to the ropes he ran through the eyelets fastened to beams in the wall. He would use those to slowly, pull apart her legs. Depending on his mood he would spread her for either easy access or if he was angry with her, he would spread her until it hurt and her arms would have to take up the slack of keeping her erect which would hurt even more. Fortunately for her he must not have been too mad because he only forced her legs apart about three feet, uncomfortable but not yet painful. "Today is Wednesday." With those cryptic words he walked away. Carol tried to remember why Wednesday was important. The memory sat there in the darkness of the back of her mind but she wasn't able to coax it out into the light. She heard the sounds of the living room curtains slowly opening and as the light from the back yard hit her so too did the memory crawl out into the light of day in her mind. 'Oh God!' Wednesday was the day the young good looking college boy came and cleaned the pool. It was also the afternoon that the Hispanic gardener and his helper came and cut the grass and weeded the garden. Carol could feel her husband standing in front of her, studying her like a specimen he was about to dissect. He powerful hands grasped her tits through the dress and squeezed. Next he grasped the top of her button down dress and slowly one button at a time ripped it apart. She could hear the sound of each little plastic button as it popped off her dress and fell to the floor. Rodger pulled the bag from over her head and released the ball gag, but the relief was short lived as he immediately forced a cock ring gag into her mouth and buckled it in place. Rodger knew she hated the ring gag. Not only did she drool uncontrollably while it was in her mouth but it signaled to her that her mouth was going to be used anytime Rodger wanted and there was nothing she could do but suck and try to breath as much as he would let her. Carol looked down at the ruins of the top part of her dress. Rodger had torn it down to her waist leaving ripped material and a gap that showed off her breasts still confined in her bra. Rodger reached around from behind her and started playing with her breasts through the bra cups. His squeezing and rubbing had the effect he wanted and Carol's nipples grew hard, hard enough that he could grasp them through the material. He pinched the right nipple and pulled until the bra cup pulled away from her breast, that's when he produced the scissors and cut a nice round hole in the cup just big enough for her nipple and areola to fit through. He quickly did the same with the left breast, and then came around to admire his handy work. He took out the camera he had gotten for his birthday and began to snap digital photos. "You look so nicely obscene, with your dress half torn off and drooling on your exposed titties, but it's missing something. Ahh, I know." Rodger put the camera down and lifted the bottom of the dress. Once again he began the slow pulling apart of her clothes, tearing the dress until it hung open and spread revealing her entire front. Rodger stopped and took more pictures. "Still not quite right!" he was muttering to himself. He reached over and tugged Carol's thin panties twisting and pulling them until they were wedged inside her pussy lips and up the crack of her ass. He took more pictures, walking behind her and lifting the torn remnants of her dress away from her body to get the shots he wanted. "Perfect!" Rodger smiled as he reviewed his footage. "I'll be right back! Carol hung by her chains, totally exposed to the back yard while Rodger disappeared into the den. Minutes later the big screen TV in the living room came on with a montage of Carol pics, showing her as she fixed breakfast this morning, then cuffed, and bagged, then with the torn dress, the cut bra, the completely torn apart outfit, and finally the panty shots. Over and over changing every few seconds the montage played on the big screen. That's when Carol heard the sound of the big pickup pulling into the driveway and all too soon the sound of the side gate opening and closing. She followed the whistling around to the back of the house and there he was, tall, tanned slightly longish brown hair, well muscled in his wife beater tee shirt and shorts. Cliff was home from college for the summer earning summer money by doing pool cleanings. Cliff unloaded the equipment and the poles and chemicals he had brought with him without ever once glancing at the house. Suddenly Carol noticed that the TV screen had changed from the montage loop to a live motion picture. The shot showed Carols suspended body from behind and looking past her the scene of the muscular pool boy setting up his equipment. The camera zoomed in his tight butt as he knelt down to do something in the pool and lingered as it slowly panned from his naked legs, over his shorts pulled tight by his position and the up his well tanned and tight tee shirted back. The TV went dark but Carol knew the camera was still filming as Cliff turned for the first time towards the house. She imagined Rodger staying in tight focus on the boy's face as he caught his first look at the tied and ravaged housewife. "Mrs. West?' Cliffs normally baritone voice had gone up an octave. Cliff started to rush towards the open door, then slowed and proceeded cautiously in to the room peering around for rapists or home invaders or something. "Mrs. West, are you alright?" Carol nodded her head, yes. "Of course she's alright, Cliffy. Rodgers voice boomed out from the kitchen. He must have gone the long way around because there he came bearing a couple of bottles of beer. "Carol's just being punished for a long list of little things she neglected or put off or got sloppy about. It's the little things you have to nip in the bud so they don't become big things." Rodger handed the astounded young man a beer. "Little things like the laundry she put off last week so my favorite shirt was dirty when I went looking for it the other day." Carol hung her head, now she knew what kind of session this was going to be. "And dinner, supposed to be at 6pm on the dot. Twice last week it was late because she was on the internet chatting with her friends and forgot the time." Rodger nudged Cliff. "It's not like there's a little clock right there in the corner of the screen or anything." "So it's the little things that you have to correct right away or else they become big things. Your not married or engaged or something are ya boy?" Cliff shook his head. Rodger smiled. During his entire tirade Cliff's eyes hadn't left Carol's half naked body once. "You'll learn. Women need a firm hand. And Carol most of all. Don't ya sweetie?" Carol nodded. She couldn't help but notice the bulge in the shorts of the young man, as he stood not two feet from her. "Now, normally, I would just put her over my knee." Rodger was saying. "But things have gone on a little too long; so today I decided she needed a real strong lesson and nothing helps a lesson be remembered as much as when she gets humiliated before she gets punished! Hence the torn dress, the cut outs on the bra and of course letting you see her get punished before I let her beg your forgiveness and beg you to fuck her." "Excuse me?" Cliff was so startled he actually looked away for a couple of seconds. "Well now what kind of a host would I be; with you doing me the favor of watching and maybe helping to punish this ungrateful wench, if I didn't have her give you some relief afterwards. After all she has you quite turned on doesn't she?" "Yes Sir," Cliff stammered. "I mean she looks very sexy all tied up like that." "Exactly, young man and we can't let her tease you with out you getting some relief can we?" "No sir." "Good, now here's some scissors, why don't you cut the rest of those rags off her. Take your time, explore the territory, then you can help me paddle that big ass of hers." Cliff took the shears and moved close to Carol. He whispered as he began to cut across the sleeve and up to the neck of the dress. "I've been watching you in those tiny bikini's for years since I started cleaning your pool in high school." Snip and the shoulder of the dress parted and now hung from just her right shoulder. "I've wanted to cut or rip those tiny pieces of cloth off you and take your naked, oiled, and sweaty body and fuck the shit out of you for years." Carol shivered at the intensity of Cliff's words, her mind filling in the picture of him fucking her naked in the sun, all heat and oil and slippery. He cut away the rest of her dress and stood looking her body over as he decided what he wanted to do next. The nipples pushing through the bra were too much for him to resist. His head drew down and Carol felt his tongue licking at her exposed and erect flesh. Then he bit her left nipple and Carol moaned as the heat and the pain flashed through her body. She saw Rodger smiling as he watched. He pointed at the library shelf, there between two books was the camera capturing everything. Cliff cut the bra straps, then snipped the front of the bra and Carols heavy tits popped out as the bra fell way. Cliff caught the in his firm grip and proceeded to suck and squeeze her tits as if they were some kind of gel toy to relax tension. Cliff suddenly stood back, breathing heavily. He was flushed and his boner was tenting his shorts in a way that had to be painful. He stepped up and literally tore the panties right off her body. Carol gasped as the cloth rushed between her legs. She bet they were soaked by now because she could feel her juices running down her inner thigh. Crack! Carol arched her entire body as the paddle slammed into her ass cheeks. She hadn't even noticed Rodger get up and go around behind her. Crack! Again she was slammed before she could react to the first and her cries through the cock gag sounded like nothing human. "Cliff, hold her nipples so she gets the full effect." Cliff smiled an evil, horny smile and caught her nipples between his fingers. The next few swats he was content just to hold them tightly, before he got the idea to pull down just as the paddle hit so her arching body fought against it self, tearing her nipple from his grasp. The last few hits he got the idea to twist the nipples and her movements weren't enough to rip them away from his vice grip fingers, it pulled just enough to add to the burning in her tits and ass. Rodger released the arm ropes but not the ankle cuffs. He forced her to bend and catch herself on all extended fours. "Beg Cliffy to fuck you." Carol tried but what came out of the gag wasn't intelligible. "What was that we didn't hear you?" Carol tried again to annunciate around the hard ring holding her mouth open. "I guess that is the best we are going to get, son. You fuck her back there, either hole or both. I'm going to give her some sucking practice." Cliff wasted no time shucking his shorts although he did spend a couple of minutes finger fucking her, first one, then two, then three rough male fingers slamming in and out of her soaking wet pussy. He would pause after a couple of strokes each time coating his hard cock with her juices. Rodger meantime had pulled a chair up close to her bent and extended body and clipped a set of clover clamps to her nipples. He looped the chain over the hard dick that stuck out of his khaki pants and shoved her helplessly held open mouth down on his prick. He used her hair for a handle and forced her head up and down going deeper each stroke. Each time the position of her body caused the chain to tighten pulling her nipples up towards his cock lifting her tits and stretching her nipples painfully. Between her forced movements, her fighting the penus being shoved into the back of her mouth and down her throat and the chain pulling and stretching her nipples beyond what the flesh could take without tearing, Carol was in agony and struggled to breath and get relief from the pain in her body, neck, throat, and tits. It was then at the bottom of one of Rodger's forced deep throats that Cliff shoved his dick up her ass. Carol screamed which just opened her throat more and Rodger shoved in even deeper. It had been building ever since he grabbed her this morning and now it let loose like no orgasm she had ever had. Her entire body jerked and shook and quivered in pain and pleasure and release. Carol's world slowly came back into focus as she realized something had changed. She could see but everything was very darkly shaded. The visor, the thought came swimming to the front of her mind. Rodger had bought a Trekkie type visor that he modified to lock on the back of the head. When you looked through it the world was very dark even... Oh my God. Carol suddenly figured out she was outside, naked and tied, most likely to the backyard picnic bench. She squirmed as she tried to see what had her bound and what was going on. She still had the cock gag in her mouth but it was plugged with the screw in cork Rodger would use when he didn't want her talking. Cliff appeared in a blurry fashion looking down at her. He held up a bottle, it was the olive oil from her kitchen. She could feel the drops landing on her tots and belly and pussy and running up and down her legs. Cliff's hand began to rub her naked flesh spreading and working the oil into her skin. Carol could do noting to stop the young mans hands as her played with her breasts, trailed his hands slowly down her stomach or slid his greasy fingers in to her cunt. Not only was she being played with by this young stranger he was doing it in her yard where anyone might stop by or look over the barely 6 ft fence. The neighborhood kids could be peering through the knot holes at her humiliation right now. Carol heard Rodger come out from the house. "Cliff, I was thinking steaks. We haven't used the barbeque in months." "Sounds great Rodger. I'll finish cleaning the pool." "Hell no, Leave it till next week you just enjoy the toy and the beer." Cliff did as he was told before Carol knew it his hard young cock was oiled and plunging into her well greased pussy. Carol could feel herself building to another orgasm. That's when she heard the lawn mowing machine in the front yard and knew that Jose and his worker would soon be trimming her non existent bush right along side Cliff and her husband. How long they fucked her Carol couldn't remember what positions they twisted her into or how she got the marks across her belly and breasts and back, unknown. She just awoke the next morning in her big bed, smelled the salve Rodger used to aid healing and prevent scarring after every one of their little sessions. Her body ached from head (and throat) to toes. A great ache to be sure but she knew today was going to be a sore muscled bitch. She couldn't wait to do it again. That's when she saw and felt the sunburn where she used to have tan lines. No way would Rodger let a perfect torture scene like that go unused. Carol wondered what he had in mind. "Rodger, darling. Look what you did to Me!" A Punished Wife Ch. 03 My Dear Readers, Disclaimer: What I write is fiction/fantasy/fairy tales for adults. None of my characters are real, no one was injured during the production of my stories and just like on T.V., they all get up when the scene is over, have a beer, remove the makeup and go home, ready to return in the next chapter, all the boo boos healed. Some spelling and grammatical errors are mine, however some are intentional. Which is witch, I leave as an exercise for those anal enough to care. Votes and comments are as always gratefully received. E-mail will get personnel response if you remember to leave me a return e-mail address. Enjoy. Dom Woolf The Punished Wife III Rodger was disappointed, his team had played great all year and blew it in the semi finals, one lousy win from going to the World Series. The series itself had been ok. The two teams had played neck and neck and today was the seventh game. Today the series would be decided and Rodger had a few friends coming over to watch the game. He had bought hot dogs and chili and chips and dips. He stocked sodas and beer and Carol was popping up popcorn and had put out peanuts and assorted snacks including a veggie tray with ranch dressing but Rodger just couldn't get into the party mood. He had set up and was adjusting the color on the big screen flat panel TV when a commercial came on featuring some big titted blond in a baseball shirt that she ripped off to reveal a tiny bikini. Rodger had no idea what the commercial was even for but it did give him an idea. He quickly went upstairs and dug out his toy bags before rummaging through his closet and dressers. He found the old baseball shirt his kid had worn in high school baseball and the baseball cap. Next he went through Carol's drawers and found an old tired bikini she hadn't worn in years. He laid the items out on the bed and added a couple of Ben Wa balls. He went down stairs to the ringing of the doorbell and instructed Carol to go put on the things she would find on the bed, before answering the door. Carol was used to her husband's unusual requests and wondered what he has up to this time. She headed upstairs figuring she would know soon enough. Bob was the first to arrive as usual since he lived right across the street. Mary wasn't with him also as usual since she had absolutely no interest in sports. Bob brought a case of dark beer and immediately headed for the kitchen to put it on ice. Mike arrived a few minutes later, also by himself. He and Sharon had gotten a divorce a couple of years ago and Sharon had gone back east. Ted and his wife, Cheri, were right on Mike's heels and also brought food. Cheri, a slightly overweight redhead, was a great cook as evidenced by the thirty or so pounds Ted was constantly fighting to work off. Rodger has often thought Cheri would welcome life as a submissive if Ted just had the balls to take charge. Even Franklin finally showed up just as the pregame ended, much to Rodgers surprise. Franklin was a cop and was always working. Nine invites out of ten he missed due to being out on a case, chasing bad guys. This might account for the fact he had been divorced four times in fifteen years and was currently between both wives and girlfriends. Carol bounced down the stairs to greet her friends to cat whistles and comments on her choice of outfits. She had put on white knee high socks and sneakers, the bikini whose bottom was showing below the super tight, short baseball jersey pulled dangerously tight across her ample chest. She had done her long brunette hair up in a pony tail pulled through the rear opening on the baseball cap and looked like a very sexy cheerleader. Rodger called Carol over as she was delivering the first round of beers and whispered in her ear for a few seconds. Carol pulled Cheri into the kitchen as the guys popped beers and settled in to watch the opening pitch making Rodger smile. Minutes later his smile grew even wider when he saw the women sneak up the stairs and Carol gave him a big wink. Each team scored a run in the first and started the second all tied up. The women called down and asked Ted to come up. Ted grimaced and headed up the stairs to a background of good humored jokes about being henpecked. Rodger also followed. Rodger stopped Ted before he could reach the bedroom. "Hey buddy, I have an idea for our ladies." Rodger came back down and joined the guys, a few minutes later Ted bounced down the stairs and announced. "Guys, the girls have come up with a way to make the game a bit more exciting. Carol is going to represent the home team and Cheri is going to represent the visiting team. They both are wearing the exact same amount of clothes. They both are going to serve us drinks and food for the rest of the game, but as each team scores a run the opposing team's girl has to remove an article of clothing. How's that for henpecked?" The guys hooped and hollered and applauded as Carol and Cheri now wearing one of Rodgers old shirts and caps, sashayed down the stairs. The girls brought out a round of beers and knelt to present each one to the guys. Franklin wondered if the guys should also split into teams and strip along with the women. This got unanimous approval. Ted, Franklin, and Bob were assigned to Carol's team and Rodger and Mike were on Cheri's. Rodger telephoned Cliff a college age neighbor and asked him to come over to make the teams even. Cliff had been invited to one of Rodgers little games previously. He arrived at the house in just a few minutes out of breath from running, but grinning from ear to ear. Once Carol saw him she blushed from head to toe. Cliff knew her from a summer punishment session and Carol knew that today was going to be another chance for him to get to know her intimately. The second inning was scoreless much to the disappointment of all concerned and it was proposed that if a team didn't score the teammates must chug a beer. Passed and approved, everyone chugged a brew and the girls were sent for another round. Top of the third inning the home team slammed a home run and Cheri removed a shoe, as did the guys on her team. The visiting team failed to score, so Cheri's team had to chug another beer. The home team was three up and three out in quick time and Carol's team chugged. Then the visiting team scored two runs on a line drive to right field and Carol's shoes joined the pile with her teammates. The home team scored three in the fifth and the pile grew, as Cheri's team was now barefoot. The visitors went scoreless and another beer was chugged. The sixth inning started off slow and bases got loaded but the runner on first was caught off base and the home team went scoreless. The visiting team seemed to grab momentum after that and finished the sixth with three runs. Carol chugged her scoreless beer and slowly removed her socks letting the guys get a good look at her legs as she did so. Then she went over to Ted and asked him to do the honors of ripping off her shirt. Ted looked over at Cheri who was nodding and hollering for him to strip her. Ted stepped around behind Carol and reaching around front, took hold of the shirt between two buttons and gave a tremendous yank, popping all the buttons at one time and exposing Carol's bikini clad form. Every one cheered as Carol posed and spun and bowed to her audience. Once again in the seventh the home team loaded the bases then two strikeouts had the entire group on the edge of their seats. Two strike and three balls later a line drive almost took off the pitchers left ear before bouncing past the second baseman and a runner scored. The next runner tried for home but was tagged out at the plate. Cheri walked over to Rodger, who smiled and slowly, one button at a time, pulled apart her shirt. Mike slipped the shirt off her shoulders and helped her pirouette to show everyone the silky bra and panties Cheri was left wearing. The visitors went scoreless and Cheri chugged half her beer then poured the rest over her enormous tits soaking the bra and turning it almost see through. The eighth inning was tied and scoreless and both teams chugged about half their beers and poured the rest over the woman who played it up, squealing and rubbing in the golden liqueur as it soaked the tiny outfits they had on. Carol's old white bikini was so thin it allowed the guys to count every bump on her areola and almost count the numbers of pussy hairs. Top of the ninth and the home team blasted a home run to center field. Carol walked over to Franklin who undid the ties at the shoulders before snapping the tie at the back and slowly running his hands up over Carol's tits to remove the bikini top. Carol leaned back against Franklin as Rodger yelled for him to play with her tits. The entire group watched as Franklin squeezed and lifted and stroked the half naked woman in his arms. They were so busy watching they almost missed the changeover and then the visiting team managed to slip home a runner during a double play and once again the score was tied. Cheri went to Mike who opened the break front bra and buried his head between her gigantic boobs. Cheri pressed her tits in around Mikes head and everyone got a good laugh as Rodger poured a beer into her cleavage for Mike to drink. Mike came away and shook his head sending beer flying from his soaked hair and Cheri shook her tits and matched him with beer going everywhere. Overtime went two innings with no score and everyone was chugging beers. The women were allowing the guys to feel them up and play a bit each time they delivered another round. The twelfth inning saw two runs by each team and a half hour break for the teams. Carol and Cheri stood tit to tit as each remover the others baseball cap and fluffed out the others hair. They reached for each others panty and slid them down very slowly, rubbing up against each other as they did so. The guys were stripped nude also and sat watching the women as they jerked themselves off. Carol spread her legs and slowly expelled the Ben Wa balls much to the guys delight. The two women whispered to each other for a second then ran off to the kitchen boobs bouncing and asses jiggling. They returned in just seconds with ketchup and mustard and knelt down, each before one of the men. A squeeze and they had spread their condiment on the sausage of their choice and both women began to see who could get their guy to cum first. The other guys crowded around to watch the contest, the game forgotten. They reached down and felt the bodies of the woman playing with their tits, asses, and pussies. The two women had different techniques, Carol slowly sucked the cock in between her lips, using her tongue to tickle and wet the hard flesh as it filled her mouth. Cheri used her hands to masturbate the cock as she worked over the head of the penus with her lips and tongue. The first two men came within a second of each other and it was declared a draw. Both women switched to the next man on their team and began again. Carol was able to get her man to cum first and switched to the last two men standing. She was joined less than a minute later by Cheri and the two took to deep throating, sucking on the long hard cocks, and massaging their big dangling balls. Even though Carol had started first on her guy, Cheri was the one who made Cliff cum first. When the last man finally came both women opened their mouths and directed the spray back and forth sharing the load. Rodger directed the women to clean each other up and the guys sat back to watch as they kissed, licked and stroked each other to orgasm. The women went and showered while the guys went and piled plates with food. When the women returned Rodger directed them to crawl from guy to guy to get fed. He expected Carol to obey and was only slightly surprised when Cheri dropped to all fours and slowly crawled her way to Ted. Ted seemed both surprised and pleased at Cheri's willingness to go along. He fed her a few bites and then directed her across the room to Franklin. Carol was also crossing the room crawling from man to man, and they stopped for a quick kiss and cuddle as they passed one another. Cheri happened to be in front of Rodger when he got the idea to take a glop of guacamole and smear it on his dick. Cheri smiled and sucked the spicy green cream off by sucking Rodgers cock deep in her throat and slowly pulling her head back until his cleaned of cock slipped from her lips. The other guys got the idea and soon the women were eating off their male plates. When Carol came over to Cliff he flipped her on her back and started loading her body with portions of bean and guacamole dip, sour cream, and hot sauce, then used chips to scrape it up and eat. Soon both women were covered in food and the guys were eating off their bodies. Rodger deliberately dripped hot sauce on Carol's clit and left it while he went and opened a beer. Carol was squirming by the time he returned and pleaded for him to remove the burning pepper sauce. Instead he started slow fucking her, being careful not to let the drops of red liquid slide down into her crack. Cliff came over and held Carol's wrists, keeping her from moving or touching her self. Cheri crawled over and began lapping at Carol's clit and Rodger kept her head down making her lick both his cock sliding in and out and Carol's pussy as he fucked it. Ted Moved up next to Carol's head and pushed his shaft into her mouth as Franklin came up behind Cheri and slid his big dick into her little brown hole. Rodger pulled out and coated Cheri's face and Carol's pussy with cum. He was replaced by Mike who began fucking Carol's pussy and Bob lifted Cheri's head and fed her his cock. Cliff and Ted were taking turns face fucking Carol with Mike fucking her cunt. Bob and Franklin were seesawing Cheri, one at each end and fucking in rhythm. Rodger sat back in his recliner, with his beer, watching the two women service the five men and grinned. This worked out way better than he had hoped when he gave Carol the assignment of getting Cheri to join in on the game of strip tease. The six men spent most of the evening fucking the two women in every way they could think of and when everyone was finally spent, they finished up the remaining food and beer in quiet conversation as the women moved from one man to the other kissing and cuddling for a few minutes before moving on. The guys offered to help clean up the mess but the women told them it was their job and soon just the two couples were left. Rodger and Ted sat relaxing as the women cleaned up, discussing what had happened. Cheri came downstairs after having showered and dressed and asked if there was another game next week. Ted left grinning from ear to ear, his arm around his newly submissive wife. A Punished Wife Ch. 04 My Dear Readers, Disclaimer: What I write is fiction/fantasy/fairy tales for adults. None of my characters are real, no one was injured during the production of my stories and just like on T.V., they all get up when the scene is over, have a beer, remove the makeup and go home, ready to return in the next chapter, all the boo boos healed. Some spelling and grammatical errors are mine, however some are intentional. Which is witch, I leave as an exercise for those anal enough to care. Votes and comments are as always gratefully received. E-mail will get personnel response if you remember to leave me a return e-mail address. Enjoy. Dom Woolf * Rodger had had enough! After months of trying to correct Carol's behavior, he had reached the end of his patience. It was time for drastic measures. Carol had been gone for a week visiting her sister, (a thoroughly irritating bible thumper that Rodger couldn't stand) and was due back tonite. Rodger had been busy the whole week, working with a couple of buddies to install and setup his little surprise for his loving wife upon her return. So when he heard her car pull into the driveway he grinned and went to open the door and help her in with her luggage. "How was the trip, love?" "Oh God. I am soo glad to be home. Lauren was her usual opinionated self and her wimp of a husband was as usual no help. Her brats run wild and she of course does all the politically correct time outs and talking about their feelings when what the brats need is a good spanking." Rodger smiled at her comment. "Darling why don't you go take a long shower and get relaxed. I have something to show you after dinner. I think your going to love it." Carol knew better than to ask what it was. Rodger loved his surprises. She hurried upstairs and tossed her travel clothes into the dirty clothes basket. She stopped to check her naked form out in the full length mirror. At forty five, she still looked good. Daily exercise kept her body trim with just a little pooch of a stomach. She still had long dancer's legs and toned muscles. True the big tits sagged a bit more then they used too but hey, gravity was a bitch even exercise couldn't cure. She had to dye her hair nowadays to cover the strands of grey that were trying to creep in, still in all, the deep dark red looked good and wasn't a big change from her natural brunette. She turned a bit in the mirror to see her ass cheeks. To be honest there was a bit more ass back there than she would have liked but it was firm and tight. Rodger's games helped keep it in good condition, nothing like a good cropping to force the muscles to tighten up. Carol stepped into the shower and adjusted the water. She picked a body wash with a cinnamon scent that Rodger loved and began to soap up her wet skin letting her hands slip over and around her massive mammarys and down between her pussy lips just enough to get her juices started. She shaved her legs, armpits, and pussy leaving the landing strip that Rodger liked but trimming it to a neat short cut with the scissors she kept in the shower just for that purpose. Carol rinsed off carefully and thoroughly before stepping out and wrapping herself in the big beach towel to dry off. She was not surprised to see an outfit laid out on the bed. Rodger liked to decide on her clothes especially when he had some type of play in mind. She was a bit surprised to see that the dress was a snap front with a squared off top, not his usual style. The bra had pull away cups, Velcro stick-ons and the panties were the usual split style offering instant access. High heeled fuck me pumps and stockings and garters were normal fair if they were going out. Carol dressed and combed out her hair, then took care to do her makeup before stopping once more in front of the three sided full length mirror. She looked good. Dinner was a lite affair of breaded fan tailed shrimp on a bed of rice and a Caesar salad, after which Rodger blindfolded Carol and lead her upstairs. She knew she was taken into the small bedroom that had been the kid's room but was now used mostly for storage. Rodger led her to a rolling chair of some kind, it felt like an office chair. She felt him apply leather cuffs to her wrists and ankles that she could feel were attached to some sort of chains. Not having been told she couldn't she stretched the chains to find she had a lot more freedom of movement then Rodger usually gave her when they played these bondage scenarios? Rodgers voice came from somewhere behind her. "Carol, over the last few months you have spent way too much time online. You have been neglecting housework, dinners have been late, and you have missed appointments because of your obsession with these social networks..." Now Carol was getting nervous. She had been slacking off, even missing her daily exercises to go on the web and talk with her friends. "I decided that since you're so enamored by the web, I might as well use it to punish you. Remove your blindfold." Carol slowly pulled the blindfold off and blinked at the lights all focused on her. She began to take in the newly arraigned room. Walls were hung with toys, whips, paddles, and ropes. A cross was fastened to the wall across one corner. There was a bondage table with tie down points every few inches, a doctors table with stirrups, and a triangle sawhorse. Everywhere she looked were cameras and one wall had flat screen monitors each feeding from one of the many cameras. Directly in front of her was a computer setup and on the screen was a web site dedicated to... (Oh my god that's me on that web site.) Carol could see that the site had down one side galleries of still pictures and video's. Carol could see by the thumbnail pics, the were all of various times she had been filmed while doing bdsm scenes including the mock rape and punishment session by her neighbor and pool boy along with the gardeners. There were member logins and buttons for visitors and even a section where galleries or video tapes could be purchased. In one corner was a countdown clock with the lead in, (Carol punished live in 4 minutes and 32 seconds and counting.) "Rodger darling, you have got to be kidding. What if someone recognizes me?" "Now dear you wouldn't want to disappoint your fans and paying members. You have 4,000 members signed up and since we are giving away this live performance free, well, there has been a lot of interest. As a matter of fact you already have 3600 people online at the moment." Carol stared at the screen as it dissolved to a live shot from the camera directly above the screen. "Smile and wave at the folks, dear." Carol weakly smiled and waved. It was disconcerting to say the least to see herself waving back from the flat screen. "After tonight's session there will be a live chat via the web and then you will be online everyday for at least 6 hours a day. I have arraigned with several of our friends to drop by and play with you at different times all through the week. Cameras are being placed all through the house so you can be seen all day every day. In the shower, the bedroom, the kitchen, on the back patio." Rodger put a hooded mask on and touched the enter button on the computer keyboard. His voice boomed from the screen as the countdown timer hit zero. Welcome friends and members to 'It's a submissive life" "I'm sure by now you all recognize my wife and submissive Carol." She smiled at the camera. "Carol has been my submissive for our entire married life and at times that has resulted in her getting punished for... shall we say transgressions of the rules. Tonight we are starting something new, online and vary public punishments." Rodger typed a few lines on the keyboard and hit enter. A box opened up on the screen. "All week we have been running a pole to see what you our viewers wanted to see and the pole closed a few minutes ago so let's see what the results are, shall we? Carol has been a bad girl and needs to be punished. What would you like to see as her punishment? The choices. Pick one and mark the way you want to see it from the drop down menu. 1.Spanked14% a.Barehand5% b.Belt3% c.Paddle6% 2.Whipped12% a.Flogger6% b.Singletail6% 3.Fucked live on camera13% 4.Have her give a blowjob on camera25% 5.Bondage and torture session live. 9% 6.All of the above.26% 7.Other _________. 1% "Looks like all the above has it. Carol's in for a long night." Rodger walked up behind her chair. "Thank everyone for voting, Darling." Carol looked at the camera as Rodger began unsnapping the front of her dress. "Thank you all for voting, I hope you enjoy my punishment." Carol watched the computer screen as her dress slowly popped open snap by snap exposing her lace covered breasts and then her stomach and finally her pussy. Rodger spent a few moments panning the camera up and down her body before he pulled her from the chair and removed the rest of the dress. "Crawl over and get the paddle." Carol dropped to all fours and crawled over to the wall where the paddles and whips were hung. She knew Rodger was filming her backside as she crawled showing off her nylon covered legs and garters. She knew the split panties were showing obscene glimpses of her pussy and ass-hole as she moved and that her big tits were swaying side to side with each movement she made. Carol took down the paddle and placed it in her mouth to hold it as she began the crawl back to the chair. She could see the computer screen as the camera focused in on her big juggs swaying back and forth staying right on the cleavage. Once she got back Rodger sat in the chair and had her stand in front of him, her back to the camera. Then he had her slowly take down her panty's, exposing the soft globes of her ass inch by inch. She pushed them down her thighs and dropped them to her ankles. "Take them off and hand them to me." Carol knew as she bent and lifted each leg to remove the scrap of cloth, that the camera would have a perfect shot of her cunt, up close and personnel. She handed the panties to him and he guided her around to his side and bent her across his lap. He spent a few moments rubbing her ass cheeks before he locked his left arm across the middle of her back. With the remote Rodger was able to activate several cameras each showing up in a box across the bottom of the screen. One focused in on Carol's face, one across the room showed a perfect shot of her exposed and about to be paddled ass, neatly framed by the nylons below and the garter belt above and of course the camera on the computer showed her semi nude body stretched across Rodgers legs as he prepared to administer her punishment. Rodger bent down and whispered in Carol's ear. "By the way I emailed an invite with a free membership to everyone on your face book, my space and twitter accounts." Carol froze in shock. "Oh My God!" then she screamed as the paddle landed across her upper thighs compressing her ass cheeks and instantly turning the skin a nice bright red. Rodger landed swat after swat each waiting just long enough for the sting to really soak into her ass cheeks before the next one hit. He slowly administered 25 swats, then sat, and rubbed her red, black, and blue ass until Carol was able to get her breathing under control. He stood her up, pointing her bruised and blistered butt at the camera. "Now since floggers and single tails tied, I'll let Carol choose which she would rather be whipped with." Carol dropped to her knees again crawling across the floor but this time her naked and abused butt was prominently on display. Carol knew the single tail was her favorite toy, she just loved the sting of the leather as it wrapped around her and the marks it left would take days to fade away, but she also knew the flogger was her husband's tool of choice. He loved the heavy thuddy sounds as it slammed into her back and butt. Since this was supposed to be a punishment session she decided to bring back the heavy leather flogger with it's twenty strands of half inch wide thick leather and take her punishment. When Carol dropped the flogger at his feet Rodger smiled. He had hoped she would pick it. He stood her up and locked her wrist cuffs to the chains he lowered from the ceiling. Once he had her spread out, suspended and just barely able to touch the floor, he locked her ankle cuffs to chains that he passed through a couple of inset rings on the floor and spread her legs wide apart. Rodger unbolted the chair and moved it out of the way so he had plenty of room to swing the flogger. While he was setting up Carol had plenty of time to observe herself in the computer screen. Her arms were spread over her head and her legs splayed apart. She could follow her legs up from her six inch spiked high heels, up the nylon covered legs to the garter belt straps clipped on a few inches below her naked and exposed cunt lips. A small strip of hair above her pussy pointed to the garter belt across her lower belly, then it was nothing but skin up to the bottom of her lace incased tits hanging heavy on her chest. She could see her nipples were tight and standing out. The lace highlighting the mounds of flesh that made up her cleavage. Her hair covered her shoulders and framed her face as the tears from the earlier paddling left streaks on her cheeks. Rodger pressed up against her hot and sore backside, reaching around to rip the tear away cups from her brassier. Now her big udders popped out and his fingers caught her nipples stretching her tits until they were pulled as much through the bra as they could go. He slipped a couple of Velcro straps around each one and tightened them until her juggs bulged out like overfilled balloons. Rodger stepped back and Carol knew he would stand there and wait as the blood trapped in her breasts slowly began to turn them a dark purple. Carol knew that the longer he waited the more sensitive they would become and she dreaded what was to come next. She could hear the swishing as he loosened up the flogger and warmed up. She could feel the movement of the air behind her as the whirring noise began to sound faster and faster. Rodger's first hit was a crowd pleaser, up between her legs so that the tips of the floggers straps snapped up from underneath to slap against her cunt, clit and lower belly, suddenly marking her in angry red lines. Carol screamed out her pain, twisting and lifting herself off the floor as she fought the chains binding her in place. The next set of hits was criss cross across her back and shoulder muscles, slamming her back down and as far forward as the chains would allow. Rodger came around her sides, first left then right to slap the hard sharp edged leather across her stomach muscles. Carol twisted, trying to move her pain racked body away from each stroke but thwarted by the chains stretching her body and holding it in place. Again he slapped the flogger up from below igniting her cunt and clit in ribbons of fire that seemed to burn its way deep into her cunt. Carol felt herself get wet as her body reacted, each slap causing an inner fire that was hotter than the one on her skin. Carol didn't notice when he stopped the flogging, barely registering as he spread her cunt lips to the camera. She felt his knee press into her burning ass cheeks as he used his body to push her out and open showing her cunt to the world. The he jammed the floggers leather covered handle with it's hard leather knob into her wide open pussy and fucked her for the camera with his finger flicking her clit with every stroke. It didn't take Carol long before she was shuddering and gasping and finally screaming out her orgasm flooding the leather with her juices. She hung in the chains, totally spent, her pussy dripping it's fluids down her thighs. She felt Rodger lowering her to the floor but was too far gone to do more then collapse into a puddle as she came down from where the session had sent her to, subspace. Rodger pulled an oblong couch over in front of the camera. He picked up Carol and laid her down on the couch on her back, her still strapped and darkly purple tits pointed skyward. He locked her ankle cuffs n such a manner that her legs had to stay spread open. He positioned her on the couch so that her head hung over the edge then he tightened a chest strap just below her tits. Finally he pulled her arms above her head and ran the chain through a ring pulling until she was stretched tight. He reset several cameras then placed a large heavy duty vibrator/massage unit attached to a stand just above her clit. Rodger unzipped his pants and pulled out his already rock hard cock. He walked around to Carols head and slapped her face with it. Carol moaned and her lips parted as Rodger rubbed the head of his prick across her lips. He reached out, slapping her right tit hard watching the mound of her flesh bounce. Grasping the tab of the Velcro strap he pulled it off watching her heavy breast flop back onto her chest. Carol screamed as the blood so long held back rushed into her tit and the nerves flashed their pain across her entire chest. Rodgers cock choked off her scream of pain filling her mouth and pushing deep. He began to fuck her face pulling her hair to position her head so his cock could go even deeper. He kept his thrusts slow and even pushing as deep into her mouth and throat as he could go then pulling out until just the head of his cock was in her mouth. He kept it slow until Carol recovered enough to begin gulping at his dick, sucking and swallowing as he fucked. He reached out and pressed down on the vibrator as he flipped the remote and switched it on. Carol had so many sensations flashing through her body she couldn't think. Muscles were pulled and strained, her ass and back were on fire and every scrape against the rough fabric of the couch sent fresh waves of pain through her. Her right tit was a mound of tingling agony as the blood flowed back inside, her hair was being pulled, her mouth was stretched around a hunk of hot meat, her cunt, and clit were screaming from the heavy vibrations of the industrial sized machine pressed against her clit. She couldn't move any part of her body except her pelvis and the only movement she had was to press up against the hard vibration that was already sending her over the edge. Rodger watched his wife's body and when she reached that trembling edge he knew so well he shoved his cock deep in her throat, slapped the strap free from her left tit, and grabbed it as he came. He twisted her nipple as she came screaming around his cock and passed out. Rodger reached over to the computer and hit a shortcut key he had built in earlier. The screen went blank on his end and all the members saw a message. Thanks for watching. Carol will be back tomorrow.