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What He Hoped For?

By: EdgarJames34



Bill eased his car forward until the tennis ball hanging from the length of twine touched the windshield, then he shoved the shifter into park and turned the engine of his Jeep Cherokee off. He punched the controller on the visor and the garage door slowly closed behind him, leaving the outside world behind. It was good to be home in his safe and sane refuge. If only it was not such a very boring refuge. Well, at least here he could relax his mind and allow the need for complete and logical control to drift and meander to the background, to perhaps be just a little bit submissive. Carol's min-van was parked in the far stall, and he sighed as hope reared its' nasty little head. She was home early. Maybe dinner would be done early. Maybe there would not be several hours of teacher reviews or endless e-mails for her to answer. Maybe they could have some quiet time in the bedroom tonight. Or better yet, maybe they could have some not so quiet time in the bedroom tonight; possibly some harsh and exciting time. 

Would she want to start as usual by warming his ass with the long wooden paddle he had made for her?

That was not his favorite part of the game, but that was where it usually had to start. In fact it was his least favorite part of the game, but at least it sometimes got her going in other ways. Sometimes it seemed to be the only part she really enjoyed, the only thing that really got her interested in anything else. Maybe she would be up for some other games too. It did not happen very often, but maybe it would happen tonight. He knew that she knew that he was hoping.

He trudged in through the mudroom, turning left into his small home office and quickly docked his laptop. Would there be distractions from work tonight? The factory had been running very smoothly recently. Inventory Control cycle count measures were above ninety-nine percent. Production Control had a total on-time completion measure above ninety-eight percent. On-time deliveries were above ninety-nine percent, and Distribution Center Can't Fills were less than five percent. All of those things gave him a comfortable warmth and peace deep inside. Enough to really let himself experience his deep submissive side without reservation.

If only Carol would find the time and energy to be more dominant with him. She could do a whole lot more of a whole lot of things to him if only she would. Was he ever going to be able to tell her about his fantasies?

Probably not. He had tried several times to start those talks, but they had not gone well. The truth was that he was a little afraid of her.

Bill sighed deeply. The problem, of course, was that she really was not interested in anything sexual with him anymore. Menopause had left her with only a faint resemblance of her younger libido, and it had never been all that great to begin with. She acted like she would be happier if he had no desire or expectation for her.

He loved to lick her pussy, for instance, but to his continual amazement she really had never been that fond of it. She seemed to enjoy long wet kisses, but she really did not like for him to get sexually excited from it. And she certainly did not like the smell of "muffymouth" on him. She felt like edging him was too much work, so that did not happen much. And of course he loved for Carol to tie him up and use feathers, ice cubes, clamps, and spike rollers on him, but those episodes were rather few and far between. And he really wished she got some enjoyment out of those times it did happen rather than acting like she was doing him a favor. 

Of course that was the fact of their relationship. Indeed anything she gave him was her doing him a favor. Everything about their sex life was Carol doing Bill a favor. It sure would be nice if he had a mistress who really enjoyed using him. It sure would be nice if just some of his fantasies came true just a little bit. Would he ever really be brave enough to ask her to explore the idea of her dating another man in hopes of discovering her own deep sexuality? Did he really have the courage to be cuckolded just a little bit? What was the point? Those notions would have to just remain his private fantasies. He trudged into the kitchen, hoping on hope that there was a bottle of wine already open in the refrigerator. It was always easier to get away with a second or third glass if she already had a bottle open. "Bill," Carol called from the family room, "I'm glad you're home...come in here please." His heart jumped with excitement. Maybe he should walk in there naked. Maybe she would take the hint. Maybe that would lead to something exciting. Had he ever told her about those CFNM fantasies? Of course not. That would not have gone well. He stuck his head through the doorway to the family room.

Oh crap. She was not alone. 

Thank goodness he was not naked. That would not have been good. Doris, from across the street, was sitting on the couch. Doris was a grade school teacher at the same school where Carol was the assistant principal. There was a younger couple sitting on the couch with her; probably grade school teachers as well. They would probably be visiting for hours about some crucial ADHD study or something. So much for his time. So much for any sexual release or excitement. He was really going to need that wine now. He nodded to Doris, then the young man, then the young woman. "Dan...Susan...this is my husband Bill." Carols voice was like spring song of some damned cheerful bird. "Bill, honey...this is Dan and Susan."

"Dan...Susan." He intoned as he stepped forward and shook hands with each of them, studying them quickly as he tended to do with people he just met.

Dan was muscular in the neck and shoulders, short dirty blond hair; a football player or wrestler or both. He did not stand up, which was rather an affront that Bill did not approve of. He looked like he was about six feet tall, and was probably a little older than the young woman sitting next to him. Their eyes only met for a moment, but he obviously did not consider Bill much of a physical specimen and Bill immediately did not approve of him because the young man did not show the respect he should have.

Susan was a mid-twenty dark haired beauty with penetrating blue eyes that seemed to appraise him and capture his imagination. Or was that only wishful thinking? She had light olive skin. Her face was a bit round. Her nose was perfect. Her arms were muscular and she was well built. She had average breasts. She was maybe a little wide in the butt, but it was hard to tell when she was sitting down. "Hello Doris." He smiled mechanically. "Hello Bill."

Her sour smile was a cross between jackal's scowl and a satisfied Cheshire cat grin. He never did like her. "Dan and Susan are student teaching at our school this year," Carol explained. "They both will graduate from the university next spring. Susan is Doris' niece."

"That's nice...very happy for you...I hear it's a great school. Well...nice to meet you both." 

He turned to make a hasty retreat, but Carol was not having any of that. Her eyebrows shot up and she gestured with a sideways jerk of her head. Obviously there was something else she wanted him for.

"Dan and Susan have been offered positions next fall at the middle school," she added, "and they are trying to save enough money to pay off their student loans."

"I see," Bill answered. He did not really see, of course. Where in the heck was this going? Did they want to borrow money? With both of their kids in college, it was not as though he and Carol had a lot of extra cash.

"So since the kids are both off to school, and we have plenty of the extra room, we have been discussing having them move in with us for the rest of the school year." Bill knew he looked like a deer just inches away from the front end of his Jeep Cherokee on an icy road in the middle of the night. He wanted to scream at his wife. They finally had just a little bit of privacy in their lives after the last twenty-two years with children in the house. Carol was always paranoid about the kids maybe hearing even a shadow of a sexual thought, and now she wanted to invite strangers into the midst. This was insane. "I guess we could talk about it," he heard himself say, trying to keep his voice as calm as possible. "Why don't they move in with Doris?"

"Our house is too small, " she replied, "and Tom really likes his privacy." "I like my privacy too...and our house is really only a little bit bigger than yours." Doris rolled her eyes, and Carol seemed to completely ignore him. 

"It'll be fine," she said in a conspiratorial tone as though he was not even there. "You two kids can start moving tomorrow. I'll have you take Kerry's room across the hall from ours. That will leave Tim's room available for friends or for the kids whenever they come home from school."

"I think we need to talk about this Honey," Bill said in a voice that had lost most of its calm.

She shot him her best disgusted look.

"Why are you being this way? It's just for five or six months. Why are you embarrassing me like this?" "Because I'd like to talk about it. There are considerations you might not have taken into account."

"All right Bill," she snapped, "I've had enough. You have pushed me to the limit. You are going upstairs right now and standing in the corner until I come up to spank you."

Bill just stared at her for a moment. A flurry of emotions danced through him just then, some of them were delicious and some were mortifying. Their spanking scenarios usually started this way, with some slight variations. Some mistake on his part that she wished to punish him for. He loved the subdued mental state that came over him when she acted this way with him.

This was different, however. It was very confusing. She had never acted this way in front of others before. It was exciting, but it was also obvious that she was using their game to stifle his argument. He struggled to get control of his emotional state.

"That's pretty funny Carol," he said, "but I think this is..." "Now you're going without dinner." "But Honey..." "Do you want to be able to sit tomorrow?" she said in a seething snarl. "Right now you are going to have a very warm bottom. If you keep it up then your butt is going to be one red raw piece of flesh before I'm done with you. You know I can do it and I will. You've embarrassed me enough William. Now get upstairs." 

Doris' grin was all the way across her face. Susan was considering him with what might have been faint contempt, and Dan was just short of laughing out loud in his face. Carol was livid, and the steel of her gaze had him captivated. Was he really living so close to one of his deep fantasies? He loved and hated what was happening to him mentally, but he was not sure what to do about it. He really resented the timing of what she was doing to him, but he was so conflicted that he did not know what to say. He had worked so long to get her to be more dominant with him that he was not sure what to do to keep from screwing it up. Was he going to risk it all by fighting with her? This was not the time or place anyway. He would enjoy the feeling and reason with her later. He turned and strolled out of the family room and made his way into his office, trying to get control of his nerves. His mind was in a haze. "I said upstairs," Carol yelled after him. "I have to check on the factory," he replied over his shoulder. "Okay...as long as it's for work...but just as soon as you're done in there, then you get upstairs and get ready for what's coming to you." He did not answer her. He let the mental pleasure of her dominance sweep through him. It was kind of fun to feel that hint of mental sub space. "Did you hear me?" she yelled. "I heard you," he replied in a loud voice. As satisfying as the sensation was at a deep level, however, his circumstance was also mortifying. He could hear Carol talking to her guests, and her words stunned him. Was she really being so completely disrespectful of him? The resentment was building up inside of him, sweeping the pleasure away. He needed to make sure that those college students did not end up moving into his house and life and destroying what meager sex life he already had.

"He would like me to spank him every day if I would," he heard her say. "Sometimes it's just like raising another child. I think he was just trying to show off for you kids, but he'll think better of it tonight after we have our episode."

He wanted to say something in response, but everything that came to mind seemed pathetic. Bill reached over and pushed the door to his office closed and locked it. He logged on and accessed the company codes for the factory and production control modules. His macho persona from the outside world was almost hoping there was some problem tonight that he would need to go back into work for. It would serve her right if he did not even come home tonight after embarrassing him that way in front of company. 

He really did not appreciate the embarrassment she had caused him. He really hated how much the submissive side of him enjoyed it too, however. Damn! Everything at the plant seemed to be perfect. He had to admit this was the first time ever that was disappointing news. Maybe he should drive back into the city anyway and pretend there was a problem that needed his direction. The problem with that idea was that Carol knew the production control supervisors cell phone number. He would have to make up some story and make sure everyone at the factory would go along with it. There were just way too many complexities with that idea. Better to just sit in here and pretend that there was some problem that he needed to watch closely until the guests were gone. Then he would talk her out of this crazy idea of having that young couple move in with them. Fifteen minutes later there was a knock on his office door. Could he ignore it? "What?" he finally said. "Bill, this is Dan," the muffled voice said. "Carol said for you to open the door."

"I'm busy right now. There is a problem at work that needs my attention." "She said that if there was a real problem then you would have been on the phone before now." "I was on the cell phone." "Now that's not really true...is it Bill? Carol told me that your cell reception is not that reliable here. She said that you would be using the POTS line if it was important enough to be talking to anyone at work. She has been watching to see if you used the POTS line. Now open the door, Bill. " Who did he think he was talking to? This was an outrage. Bill felt that he should put a stop to all of this. This was his house. If he wanted to sit behind a locked door in his own office, then he would do just that. And so he just sat there, looking at the computer screen, feeling a little foolish. Now he was really hoping a problem that needed his attention would pop up on one of the screens. Why wasn't there at least a small problem? There was almost always something not as it should be...but tonight the whole factory seemed to be running perfectly. What were the odds? Suddenly there was rattling at the door. Someone was using a key to unlock it. He heard it click and he stood up and grabbed the doorknob, trying to keep the door closed. "Let go of the doorknob Bill," Dan's loud muffled voice said. "I'm a lot stronger than you and this going to be embarrassing." He was right. Bill had become soft over the years. He was fifty pounds overweight and out of shape. And he had never been as fit or strong as Dan looked. Bill had never even thought about playing football or wrestling or whatever decidedly physical endeavor Dan probably still did with some regularity. Bill released the doorknob and quickly scurried to sit back down at his desk. The door opened slowly and Dan stood looking at him with a fatherly grin. "There's no problem at the factory...is there Bill?" "I'm not sure yet," Bill replied, still scanning the data, hoping on hope that some insurmountable problem presented itself. There was nothing. Amazing. "We're wasting time Bill. We both know there's no problem. More importantly, Carol knows there's no problem. Right now she is still laughing about all this, but I can tell she's getting angry too. We need to get you upstairs and ready for her before she really gets mad. " Bill just sat there, staring at Dan. Had the young man's muscles gotten bigger? Hell, he looked like the Hulk. And he just stood there and waited. "I'm not going," Bill finally managed to muster. "Do you really want it to go down like this Bill? Carol has kindly agreed is letting Susan and I live here for free for the rest of the year. She asked me to take you upstairs and make sure you get ready. I don't want her mad at me on the first day. Come on...make this easy on yourself...and me." Bill heard the women chuckling in the other room. Were they laughing at him? He felt flush, almost giddy, like he had been drinking. 

He wished he had been drinking. He remembered the wine that he was going to have, and he wished he had a full glass of it now. "This is my house too, you know?" He tried to sit taller in his chair. "I know it's your house Bill. You make the payments. You get to pay all the bills. You get to fix everything and be responsible for everything. But we both know that you don't get to decide this. I'm getting kind of embarrassed to be standing here like I'm trying to talk a first grader out of the bathroom. Now let's go." Again there was giggling from the other room, and Bill spine stiffened. "I'm staying here," he said, loud enough that all of the women could hear him in the other room. "Dagnabit," Dan grumbled, and quickly covered the distance between them. He grabbed Bill by the his arms and squeezed his biceps so hard that it felt like the pressure wraps the doctor used to check his all too often high blood pressure. "Ouch," Bill said as he teetered on his tip toes. "Let's just get this over with...please," Dan whispered into Bill's ear. "Okay," Bill instantly replied, dancing along being directed by Dan's firm grip. Again the women giggled in the other room. "Thank you Dan," Carol yelled from the family room. The women's combined laughter erupted this time. "Yes dear...you're welcome," Dan said as he and Bill turned the corner at the bottom of the stairs. Bill seemed to bound up the steps, with Dan's aid of course. Had this young man just called his wife Dear? This was too much. He needed to put his foot down. The problem was that he could not even put his tip-toes down. Dan released him at the doorway and sighed deeply. "Okay," he said, "please get in there so I can go back downstairs and join the conversation. They're talking about learning difficulties in ODS children...which seems rather appropriate right now by the way. I'm really interested in special education." "Then go," Bill said indignantly, "I'll be fine." Dan sighed deeply again. "She said I was supposed to make sure you get ready. Do you usually take your clothes off for your spanking?" Bill just stared at him. Did Dan really expect him to answer that? "Susan likes to take mine down for me. Do you have to take yours down for yourself?" Bill felt his mouth drop open. "Susan...? She spanks you...? Really?" "It's our little game," Dan whispered conspiratorially. "She has a dominant streak...and I let her have her way with me sometimes." "I see," Bill replied, though he did not really see, of course. He was shocked. 

Did that pretty little girl really spank this hulk of a man? Did he really submit to it? "So will you get ready?" Dan persisted. "Well...yes. But you don't have to...you know..." Bill sauntered into the bedroom and kicked his shoes off into the closet, then slowly began working on the buttons of his shirt." "Tell you what," Dan said quietly, as if they were brothers in spirit, "you can go ahead and leave your panties on if it makes you feel better...just make sure to get them off before Carol comes up here and catches you." "They're not panties," Bill said indignantly, glancing back at him in the doorway. "Whatever," Dan said and took another deep breath as he followed him into the room. "Carol referred to them as your panties, and I'm not really interested in disagreeing with her. Do you have a spanking stool?" " Yes...it's in the corner...there. We only use it for special occasions, however." 


What He Hoped For?



He gestured to a silk brocade storage stool. "Nice. What kind of occasions?" "Birthdays...anniversary...when she is really happy with me." He unbuckled his belt and pushed his pants down. "Not very often lately it seems." "Still...nice to have something for special times like that." "I suppose."

"You really should not take whatever you get from her for granted Bill." Bill did not reply and finally he was down to his tee-shirt, briefs, and socks. He slowly pulled the tee-shirt off, feeling very self-conscious about his flabby belly and chest in front of this prime young specimen. Dan winked at him and reached over and grabbed three inches of his left pectorals. He felt humiliated by Dan's grin as he gripped him like it was a woman's breast. "Don't worry about those man-boobs," he said with a chuckle, "We'll get you on a work-out and a low carb diet...by summer we'll have those down to a B-cup." Bill folded his arms over his chest and tried suck in his flabby belly as Dan turned to go. Then Dan turned back to him. "You know Bill," he whispered, "A woman as lovely and vibrant as your wife deserves a man who takes better care of himself...don't you think that's taking her for granted too?" Dan left him alone with his thoughts. Why did this young man's question leave him so shaken...and so aroused? He knew the answer to that question, of course. There was a hint of all of those fantasies, the ones he never told anyone about. He began stroking himself as he thought about Dan having his way with Carol. 

Of course it would never happen, but it was fun to imagine, and what was the harm?

It was more than an hour later when Bill heard his wife's guests leave and he quit edging himself. Ten minutes later he heard her coming up the stairs. He was waiting in the corner, wearing only his socks, his erection standing half proud in front of him even though he had long since quit playing with himself. He had gone through many emotions and mind sets while he waited for her, but at that moment he adored her for the attention he hoped she was about to give him. 

Dan's words had continued to assault him, however. Did Bill really deserve a woman as special as Carol? "I have a half a mind to leave you standing there all night," she said as she shut the door. "I can't believe you embarrassed me like that." Her word stung him out of his reverie. "You? Embarrassed you? What about me...I've never been so humiliated in my life." "You had a lot more than that coming. After I had told that lovely young couple they could stay here, then you go and contradict me in front of them." "Why didn't you wait and ask me first?" He started to turn around to plead his case. "Because I have decided that this dominant wife does not need to ask questions like that...that's why. Understand? It was my decision...and I will be making a lot more of them from now on. Now you get your nose back in that corner while I decide what to do with you."

Bill quickly put his nose back in the corner, amazed and consumed by the change in his wife. She was always quick to be cross with him, but tonight there was something else. Tonight she exuded a sense of being in charge like never before. Who was the powerful creature, and where had she come from, and what had she done with Carol?

"They will only be with us for five or six months, for heaven's sake." She continued on. "I can't believe you would be so cold as to not want to help those kids out. What kind of person are you? Why should you care anyway? The room is empty. What's the harm? " "I just wanted it to be just us...you know? And he didn't feel like a kid who half carried me up here." "He is big and strong, isn't he? And rock hard! I've always had a thing for body builder types."

Bill sighed deeply. "I thought you liked geeks...like me."

"Geeks are wonderful...I love geeks...especially my special geek...but a muscular young man can be very exciting in a completely different way. Oh...you know what I mean."

"Not really." Bill felt very unsure just then as mixed emotions swirled in his brain.

"Don't worry your pretty little head about it." She allowed a throaty chuckle. "But I could not believe you tried to pull that stunt with Dan in your office." Was there admiration in her voice? That was too much. It was way too much like a fantasy. It made his head spin slightly, and he struggled to get control of himself. "And he called you Dear," he finally muttered. "Simple mistake...he probably thought he was talking to Susan instead." "Oh, he knew who he was talking to all right." "You're just being childish. I told you not to worry your pretty little head about it." "What are you talking about? What are you saying? I've never been through anything like what you put me through tonight, and now this humiliating business about my pretty little head." "You did it to yourself. You've been after me to be more demanding and dominant with you for longer than I can remember. Now you're put out because I decide to do it? Maybe you should be more careful about what you ask for... and maybe this will slow your fantasies down a little." Bill did not know what to say to that. A part of his brain was in heaven, and a part of his brain was in complete turmoil.

"I'm still not sure I want strangers living in my house," he eventually mumbled. "They're not strangers any more now, are they? They're almost like family. And it's my house. You want to embarrass me to death... after promising them it was okay... while you look like an ass for saying no... to such a simple act of kindness. Well you can just forget that. You're always bragging about your giving...your United Way project and all...so is it only about money, or does your charity extend to people in need too?" "Oh hell," Bill finally muttered as he struggled to keep up with her ramblings. Carol was naked now, sitting on the edge of their bed, holding the paddle he had made for her. It was twelve inches long and five inches wide, made of varnished one inch think yellow pine. "Come here...I'll give you some hell. Now get your hands on your head." Bill walked carefully over to her, his fingers interlaced on top of his head. She rubbed the cheeks of his butt with the fingertips of one hand while squeezing his balls with the other. "Are you hungry?" she asked when she heard his stomach growl. "I don't think I'll eat for a week after Dan teased me about how fat I am." "I suppose he has a point. And he is quite fit, isn't he?" Was that admiration again? It made Bill sick to his flabby disgusting stomach. He wished his cock was not starting to get hard again. "Are you talking like that to make me jealous?" he whined. "Oh...but you like being jealous, don't you?. Your little stiffy there tells me how much you enjoy the idea of a strong young man like him wanting me."

She was completely right, of course, but the truth was more than a little staggering when she was forcing it on him like this for the first time. And how did she know? Had he slipped up and mentioned that to her? He was aware that he was frowning at her, but her smile was like a million watt bulb.

"Who owns you?" she asked as she grabbed his near nipple. "You do," he whispered. "That's right." 

Whack! Whack! Whack! The paddle stung his cheeks in quick succession. "OHHHH!" he cried. "And who owns this?" she said, grabbing the end of his hardening penis. "You do," he said out loud. "That's right," she said. 

Whack! Whack! Whack! The paddle stung again. "OHHHH!" he cried again. "Now we're going to do fifty tonight...count and thank me each time. And you better hope that little stiffy of yours is gone by the time we're done." "Fifty?" he asked, a shiver in his voice. Whack! The blow racked his body. "One...thank you Dear." How was he going to survive fifty?

+++++ 

He was still hurting when he got home from work late the next evening. Several people at work had asked him about his slight limp, and he had lied that he had started an exercise program. For the first time he could remember in many years he was pleased that Carol's car was not in the garage. He would not have minded something nasty or arousing, but she was a changed woman somehow and he did not want any more spanking for a while. A week to recuperate would probably be good. There was an older Accord in the middle stall of the garage, however. Who did that belong to? Dan and Susan were moving in. Why was he thinking of them as kids, just because that's what Carol called them? He trudged into the kitchen and checked the refrigerator for an open bottle of wine. "Is that you Bill?" a female voice called from the top of the stairs. "Uh...yes," he replied. "Susan?" "Yes, I'm just putting some clothes away...Carol gave me a key and said I should start getting settled in." "Uh...okay," he replied. Just great. Why hadn't Carol said anything to him about that? Then again, what had Carol said to him about any of this? There was no wine open, so he grabbed a beer and trudged into his office. The company modules had just come on-line when Susan strolled into his office. "So...keeping tabs on the factory, huh?" she asked. "Yes," he repiled, glancing at her shapely legs, and then working his way quickly up to her expectant smile. It was a rather a short skirt for a teacher to wear, now wasn't it? He did not remember any of his grade school teachers looking like her. "And this computer is supposed to be ...just for work...right?" "Yes...primarily. I do some e-mail and research on the web, but it's just for work." "What about the erotic stories ...and those spanking sites? Some other verrrrry interesting stuff too?" "Uh...no," he replied nervously. "This computer is just for work. It has scanning software to prevent that kind of thing. And I don't really look at those kind of sites anyway...doesn't really interest me...don't really have time for that kind of thing."

"Oh sure you do Bill," she said, stepping so close to him that her wonderful perfume made him dizzy. "I could tell by the way you sized me up last night what kind of man you are and what kind of things you like. Oh I know a guy as smart as you understands how to delete all of the history out of those scanning files. Safer than using the home computer and Carol maybe finding something you don't want her to see." He did not reply. What could he say? 

He was careful with his computer. He was damned careful. She was right, however. He did use his work computer to look at some sites from time to time and he was very good at clearing all the buried buffer files each and every time. He never saved a file, never copied anything, but he did read many a story that thrilled and confused him and excited him and made him hard. She moved in behind him, reaching her right hand down and flicking his right nipple with the fingers of her right hand. Bill thought he was going to pass out from the surprise and excitement. "So let me show you something Billy," she whispered in his left ear.

With that she quickly moved around him and reached to the side of his laptop. She produced a plastic tweezer device and stuck it in the OSB port on the side of the computer.

"Probably never seen one of these before," she said as she plucked a very small silver item out and held it up in front of his face.

"It's an OSB RF scanner, built into a pass through filter. Never know it's there...you could plug a mouse or thumb drive in the port and it will work like normal, but all the time the scanner is plugged it makes a record of everything that passes through the RF buffer. Got it from one of my husband's girlfriends. She is about Carol's age...like all of his girlfriends...and she just happens to be an Information Technology specialist for the FBI. She gave me an app for my Iphone which displays and saves everything." Bill felt so light headed that he almost forgot who and where he was. He knew he was going to pass out. That could not be real. This could not be happening to him. FBI? Was there really such a thing? How did it get there? How could she have put it there? How would she know about the sites unless it was real? He never told anyone about what he looked at. How had she put that thing on his work computer, and for God's sake how long had it been there? They had only first met last night, but he had not had time to visit any of his sites since the day before that. He had a hundreds of questions and fears just then, but his mind was still in such a storm of arousal that he could not seem to make his mouth work enough to ask her anything.

"Seems you like to be told what to do," she said with a faint chuckle as she eased back around behind him. She then knelt down beside him so her mouth was next to his ear again. "You like the idea of being dominated...CFNM...being forced to be naked in public?" "Um...I...um." "And the cuckold stories?" she asked in his ear. "So many stories about dominant wives. Does that really excite you? Do you get really excited by the thought of some stud taking your wife in front of you? Watching her suck and fuck some young stud while you wait to clean her up?

"Uhhhh," he groaned. She really had discovered all of his ugly and terrible secrets. His mind was spinning with excitement and terror.

"I get so wet thinking about Dan with his sexy older women, watching him lick and suck them to an orgasm. Does that make your heart beat out of your chest to think of him pounding her with his huge cock? It makes me want to shiver and cum just thinking about watching them." Bill was breathing hard. He had never experienced anything like this. This sexy young woman's nasty words in his ear, chanting almost his very fantasies was overwhelming. Coupled that with the shocking knowledge about the recording device and he thought his head might explode. He felt so lightheaded that he almost forgot who he was. What was he supposed to say? He sighed deeply as she flicked his nipple again. "Thank God you're not into anything illegal," she whispered. "That would have been awful. Bad enough when Carol finds out about everything you are into, but we wouldn't want you going to prison or anything. Nadine ... my husband's older girlfriend ... the lady who works for the FBI ... she's the one who loaned me this equipment ... she made me promise to tell her what I found. I think maybe we can keep some of it from Carol though ... what do you think Billy?"

Bill was hyperventilating, his mind churning a thousand miles per hour. He did not know what to say, even if he could get his tongue to work.

She flicked his nipple again, then pulled away and sauntered over to the office sofa to sit down, crossing her legs so most of her thighs were exposed. "Relax Billy," she finally said with a smile. "It's going to be okay. We won't tell Carol any of the really kinky stuff that she wouldn't understand. All you have to do is whatever I tell you to do and everything is going to be okay. Does Carol know any of those fantasies, by the way?" "No ... I don't think ... I don't know," Bill replied when he finally found his voice. "I know how hard it can be ... to have those nasty urges and cravings. It will be nice to have someone I can confide in. We can talk...get it off of our minds instead of dwelling on them and making us crazy. Dan just doesn't understand how thrilling and exciting some of those fantasies can be. Heavens...they're just in our imaginations...just some fun adventure in our minds. Dan just doesn't understand how healthy those fantasies can be mentally. It's just harmless dreaming...isn't it Bill? " "Yes," he whispered. "It's going to be so nice to have someone I can talk to about this." He did not say anything. What could he say? Twenty five years of fantasies and pent up frustration were working on his mind and snaking like nasty tentacles though his conscience. Of course there was a mountain of fear and misgiving about the recording device and how he was going to probably be black-mailed somehow. "We can talk about it...can't we...Bill? We can trust each other ... right?" Bill just nodded, staring blankly at the computer screen, afraid to look at her. "So is everything okay at the factory?" Susan asked, her tone suddenly so businesslike that it shocked him. Bill shook his head and focused his eyes to get his attention back from the edges of lust and panic. It took him almost a minute to get the logical mindset back, but he was eventually was able to put the other conversation in a safe place at the back of his mind get himself back to normal. With that he was finally satisfied that everything was indeed okay at work. "Everything looks fine," he eventually answered, his logical businesslike self struggling to keep the emotional conflict in his head compartmentalized and controlled.

But what was going to happen now? It was very hard to keep him focus on work when he knew she was staring at him.

"Now Carol said she and Dan won't be home until later, so I should make us a salad and some angel hair pasta." She rose gracefully and walked to the doorway, then stopped to turn back to him. "That sounds fine to me," he said as he forced himself to look only at her eyes. The problem was that her eyes seemed to bore right through him. Her grin seemed to take an evil curl. 

"She also told me that you should practice standing in the corner while I make dinner." 

"What?" Bill felt a lump form in his throat. "She was quite insistent. She said something about a cane on a tender butt. I don't think you want to get spanked again, do you?" Susan chuckled again as she turned and swayed toward the kitchen, glancing over her shoulder. "She said you would be sore for more than a week after last night." What was he supposed to say to that? Would Carol really tell Susan to tell him to stand in the corner? The whole idea was a little bit incredible, but she had taken a rather evil turn last night, and now with the blackmail it all could be some kind of a test? Could his sore bottom stand failing if it was a test? Maybe he should go upstairs and pretend to stand in the corner until dinner was ready. He trudged out of his office and headed for the stairs. "I'll be upstairs," he muttered over his shoulder toward the kitchen. Susan chuckled softly. "I think I would prefer for you to take your clothes off and come back down into the kitchen. You can stand in the corner down here and we can talk about our mutual fantasies. That way I don't have to bother calling you down to dinner." He quickly decided that he was not doing that. He did not even act as though he heard her as he trudged upstairs. He closed the door to his room behind him and stripped to his tee-shirt, briefs, and socks, then found the latest copy of Science Digest. He was sitting on Carol's padded spanking stool, engrossed in an article about artificial intelligence nested data structures when Susan quietly pushed the door open. He spun instantly at the intrusion, the flush of fear and surprise and excitement making his neck and face suddenly far too warm. Why hadn't he locked the door? This was too much. Their eyes met, and her expression was every bit the disappointed grade school teacher as she stood there with her hands on her hips. Why did he feel like one of her students? Why did he feel like he had just been caught doing something wrong?

"Now William," she said, one toe tapping like a metronome, "you're supposed to be standing in the corner. And you are supposed to be in just your panties. What do you suppose Carol is going to say about this?" Panties? Why did she call them panties? They were jockey briefs. "I...uh...I'm sort of in the corner." "This exercise is for your own mental well-being, now isn't it?" Bill just stared at her. His mental well-being? How did this help his well-being? This was insane. "And I'm the one who is responsible for your well-being right now, aren't I?" Responsible? Who made her responsible for him? Had Carol done that? "Carol is going to think I can't be trusted when she comes home and hears about this." Oh hell. She was going to tell on him. This was just great. It was blackmail? "And what do you think Dan is going to have to say about you not following Carol's instructions?" What in the hell did he have to do with all of this? Bill had had just about enough of this. He was just about ready to throw her out of his bedroom when she continued. "You remember how he carried you up the stairs last night...he's very strong...and he thinks the world of Carol...he would do just about anything for her." Bill thoughts and emotion were in a tornado at that moment. What could he say? What could he do? He laid the magazine down next to him and bent to push his socks off. He got up and tossed them in the hamper, then tugged his tee-shirt off. Eventually he could not help but meet her gaze. A smile crept onto her face and grew into gentle laughter. "I tell you what ... why don't you go ahead and come downstairs and stand in your office. That way you can keep an eye on the factory and we can still technically follow Carol's instructions. We'll just keep it between you and me. That way you don't have to be wearing your panties in front of me. " "They're not panties," Bill replied in an effort to reclaim some dignity. "Really?" she answered with an evil smile. "They're briefs." "I thought briefs had the Y opening or flap for your little cock to peak out. That's really the only difference between briefs and panties, isn't it? I think they look like panties ...with kind of a satin finish. I'm surprised they don't have Victoria's Secret on them. Don't you think those look like panties?" What was he going to say to that? She had a point. Was he really wearing panties? Carol picked them out. Did she want him wearing panties? It was sort of one of his fantasies, wasn't it? Geez, this had to stop. He had to tell Carol to stop buying him panties. "Well...don't you?" Susan insisted. "I suppose," Bill muttered. "Okay...it's agreed...you can wear your panties in your office and while we eat."




What He Hoped For?



"What about slippers?" "Of course...wouldn't want your feet to get cold." "Could I wear my bathrobe while we eat, if I promise not to wear it in my office and then to take it off when Carol gets home?" It was humiliating to ask this young woman he hardly knew a question like that, but somehow he felt that circumstances had come to that. "I think that might be pushing it a bit Billy? Don't you?" She shrugged and turned to go. "But if you insist, then I'll go along it," she said over her shoulder. Bill threw on his blue terrycloth robe and followed her downstairs and soon they were sitting down to dinner together. The salad and pasta Susan made for dinner was as good as any Carol had ever made. He would have had seconds, but his flabby belly and man-breasts were a reminder not to. He thanked Susan for dinner and carried all of the dishes into the kitchen and loaded the dishwasher. He then went into his office to monitor the all of the work screens for problems. It really was not much later that he heard a car pulling into the driveway and the garage door opening. A few moments later the laughing sounds of Dan and Carol's voices grew louder as they entered the house through the mud room. He could hear the three of them talking in the kitchen, and he wanted to go in and be a part of the conversation, but he felt somehow awkward because he was sitting in his office in his bathrobe. Then suddenly Carol stepped into the doorway. She was wearing one of her long sweater dresses with leggings underneath, and he was surprised to notice that the top of the sweater was slightly open and the material of whatever she was wearing underneath allowed some of her cleavage to show. He liked the look a lot, but he could never remember her wearing something like that to school before. "Hello William," she said. "Hi Honey," he replied as he looked away from her chest and back to his computer. "So Susan told me you asked her if you could wear your bathrobe for dinner and in here in your office...would you like to explain yourself?" His eyes shot back up to meet her gaze. 

"Well...I...uh...it just seemed like the thing to do...you know...more proper?" "No I don't know...what do you have on under your robe?" "I have my pant...my underwear...I have my briefs on." "Do you want to explain why you feel it's necessary for you to be practically naked when you are alone in the house with Susan? Did you feel you needed to expose yourself to this lovely young woman?" Susan stepped into the doorway next to Carol and looked at him. 

"He told me he was going to wear his robe until you came home and then he was going to take it off. I'm really sorry about this Carol." "Is that right Bill?" Carol asked, her expression stern. "Did you want to be practically naked in front of Susan?" " Well...I...uh...it wasn't like that...she came in our room and said..." "You asked her to come in our room when you were practically naked? I don't believe this. I can't trust you at all. Susan, I am so sorry this had to happen...and on the first day. He's really going to get a canning tonight." "No," Bill pleaded, "It wasn't like that...I didn't ask her in our room, and I wasn't naked." "But you did want to be naked," Susan replied, "didn't you Bill?" "No," he answered. "I think you did," Carol said knowingly, "I know you...you wanted to be naked in front of this young woman, showing off your little hard on to her." Little hard on? This was humiliating. Why was it also so damned arousing? "That's not true," he stammered, "I was sitting in our room, reading a magazine, and she came in and said you had told her she was responsible for me and that I was supposed to be standing in the corner until dinner was ready." Carol looked thoughtful for a moment, then turned to Susan with a hint of a smile. "I guess we did have that conversation, didn't we?" "Yes," Susan replied. "You told me to have him stand in the corner until dinner time. You said that sometimes he does not follow instructions very well...like we saw last night...so I checked in on him...to see if he was following your instructions. When I peaked in he was sitting on your spanking stool, reading one of his science magazines." Bill was almost ready to believe that he was out of trouble. It was going to be okay. "He wasn't in the corner?" asked Carol "After you told him what I said...he still wasn't in the corner?" "Oh no," replied Susan, "he was in his tee-shirt and panties...sitting on the spanking stool...and it was not in the corner." "So he hadn't followed your instructions? He didn't do what you told him...even after you told him that they were my instructions?" Bill was beginning to be uncomfortable with the way this was going. He wanted to stop it all right now, but he did not know how. "They were your instructions...and that's what I told him. I told him you had left instructions to stand in the corner." "So he didn't follow OUR instructions?" Carol turned to glare at Bill. "No" Susan answered, shaking her head slowly as she also looked at him, "he didn't follow our instructions at all." He closed his eyes. How had this happened? "Should we tell Dan?" asked Susan. Bill's eyes shot open. It just got worse. What did this have to do with Dan? Just when he thought he was going to get out of it, it got worse. "Is everything okay at work?" Carol asked abruptly, her expression becoming instantly one of serious interest and concern and gesturing to his computer. Bill quickly came back to reality and scrolled through and scanned each of the screens. They all looked good. He nodded. "Good," said Carol, "then come in here to the kitchen and let's talk about this." She turned and started to walk away, so Bill slowly stood up to follow.

"What about the robe and panties?" asked Susan, still standing in the doorway, eyeing Bill with an evil grin. "That's right," Carol answered, "you did tell him to take the robe off when we came home, didn't you?" "I don't think that's necessary," Bill offered loudly. "Did you, or did you not, tell Susan that you would take the robe off when we got home?" "Well...I...uh..." "Then you have to ask yourself whether you want me to use the switch tonight or not. I'd think that your paddled butt would still be pretty sore from last night, and the switch on that tender skin could really leave some welts." Bill actually shivered thinking about how the switch would feel. She hardly ever used it, but it was especially painful in a whole different way than the paddle. His hand instinctively reached under his robe and caressed the back of his thighs and cheeks, closing his eyes as he realized how bad it would really be. He looked at Susan for a moment, hoping she would give him some privacy, then shook his head when he realized that it would not make any difference. He untied the belt and let the robe slip off of his shoulders and laid it on his chair. She was staring at him with those invading blue eyes of hers, with that evil curl to her lips. She looked him up and down, taking a long moment to inspect the bulge in his briefs. "Well, come on," Susan gestured with a finger. Bill followed her into the hallway between the kitchen and family room. "I'll get you out of trouble," she whispered. "Just do whatever I say ... like I told you. Act like my slave tonight and I promise it will be all right." Bill was not sure that was such a good idea, but the notion of the switch working its pain on his bottom seemed to make the chance worth the risk. Carol was busy cutting up and mixing some stir-fry for her and Dan. They were giggling and carrying on in the kitchen like they were teenagers on a date. Bill wanted to be angry and jealous, but his arousal at their flirting with each other was absolutely confusing. He was trying to figure out how he should act and what he should say, when Susan took him by the arm and led him toward the family room.

"Do you mind if Bill rubs my feet?" Susan asked.

"Be my guest," Carol replied with only a token of notice. "But don't be surprised if he ends up with a stiff little willy while he's doing it." "I don't mind," Susan replied in a loud voice over her shoulder, then whispered to Bill, "let's give them a little space, shall we?" She led him in patted the middle of the couch while staring intently at him. He took a seat where she gestured and she quickly and athletically propped herself at the end of the sofa with her feet in his lap. "You can rub my feet now Bill," she said sweetly. He started to rub his fingers along the hollow of her right foot as he listened to his wife and Dan talking in the other room. Susan reached forward and pinched his left nipple. The shock startled him to turn and look into her brilliant blue eyes.

"Pay attention to what you are doing Bill," she said. "Let those love birds get to know each other while you prove to me that you can adore my feet." "Love birds? What do you mean love B...?" He turned to stare at her with wide eyes. She winked and smiled that overwhelming grin of hers. "Dan likes your wife a lot, and I think she is sort of taken with him ... sort of a mother/son thing ... you guys only had daughters right?" "Yes. I'm not sure about..." He glanced toward the sounds from the kitchen and then back to her as he tried to figure out what he was going to say and do. "I'm sure," Susan replied. "You do a good job on my feet and he does a good job on her head...and maybe she forgets that she wants to spank your red bruised butt with that horrible hickory switch." Seemed logical, but a torrid jumble of emotions were dancing inside him. He was not sure what Carol would say when she actually saw him rubbing another woman's feet. Carol enjoyed having her feet rubbed too, and Bill was not always as obliging to her needs. He felt a panic of inquisitiveness to know what was going on in the kitchen. He needed a reason to go check things out. An idea came to him.

"Would you like some lotion or oil on your feet?" he asked Susan suddenly.

She smiled as though she read his mind and knew what he was really doing, but she nodded sweetly.

"I'll just be a minute," he said as he put her foot aside. He got up and strolled out of the family room toward the kitchen, following the sounds of stir-fry sizzling and Dan and Carol whispering. He stopped in the doorway and silently watched them. Carol had removed her sweater to reveal a shear tight yellow tank top and the tights she was wearing left little to the imagination other than to display the obvious fact that she was either not wearing any underwear underneath or she was wearing a thong. Did she even own a thong? "Would you be a dear and get me another wooden spoon from that drawer over there," she said, pointing Dan in the right direction as she took a sip of wine and spilled some in the wok in front of her. Dan turned and caught a glimpse ofhiml in the doorway. It looked like Dan made a point of ignoring him and quickly found the utensil and returned to her side. He did not hand it to her, however. Instead he began rubbing the spoon end around on her near butt cheek. After a moment he ran it along the crease of her ass, then aimed the wide end into the crevice between her legs and rubbed it in and out far enough that Bill was sure it touched the fabric where her pussy lips were. "This what you wanted?" Dan asked as he put his mouth near her ear. "Yes and no," Carol replied as she turned and playfully slapped his hand away. He left the spoon where it was and she reached to remove it, turning to shake her head at Dan. At that moment, out of the corner of her eye, she spotted Bill standing in the doorway. She spun to face him, a flush of surprise and perhaps embarrassment on her face. Dan turned to look at him too, a broad and mischievous grin seeming to make his face glow with satisfaction at the conquest he was being so successful at. "We thought you were rubbing Susan's feet," he said. "I came to get some lotion," he replied indignantly, "I thought you two were cooking dinner?" "We are cooking dinner William," Carol replied with fake patience, her own indignant expression replacing the embarrassed look. She tilted her head to one side, just so, as she glared at him defiantly. "The lotion is in the bathroom...where it always is." He glanced down at her chest and was shocked to see her prominent pebbles in the shear yellow top she was wearing. She obviously was not wearing a bra, and he knew the harsh pucker of her nipples meant that she was very aroused or very cold. She was cooking in front of a hot stove, so it seemed damned unlikely that she was cold. He struggled to compose himself, but he was sure he was getting an erection. She looked down at her own chest, then glanced at him again with a sly grin and bobbed her eyebrows at him. "Looked to me like he was stirring a different pot than you were," Bill said as sternly as he could. "And yours is the one that was boiling." Her grin of defiance faded and she looked away with a hint of doubt in her eyes. Dan's eyes narrowed, his smile slipping away too. He glanced at Carol and her frown slipped to a faint smile again as their eyes met. He gestured his head toward the stove and she immediately turned back to her work. Dan then turned his stern gaze back to Bill, then glanced down at his groin. "I don't think that's really any of your business Bill," he said quietly. "That's my wife's ass you were rubbing. I think that makes it my business." Dan turned to admire her and said, "this beautiful, sensuous woman and I were just getting a little better acquainted. I was trying to relieve some her stress from a hard day." He patted her butt with the spoon again. Carol jumped slightly, but continued stirring the wok in front of her. Dan then cocked his head back towards Bill and slowly lowered his gaze and took another long look at his groin. "And from the way your little penis is standing up, I would say that you were enjoying watching what I was doing." 

He tapped Carol's shoulder with the spoon and when she turned to meet his gaze again, he tipped his head toward Bill as if to make her aware of Bill's arousal.

"What do you think of that?" he said.

Carol turned to look at Bill casually, then glanced down at his stiff erection. She shook her head and giggled, then turned back to the wok. "Susan was certainly right about that, wasn't she?" Carol finally replied, laughter still lacing her tone. "Of course she was...she doesn't miss much. Just wait until she has the chance to really research the subject." Bill was in a total state of confusion and anxious fear. He was angry, aroused, and embarrassed, all at the same time. It was perhaps one of the most exciting moments of his life, but he did not know what to do about it. He was suddenly aware that he was wearing only his panties and slippers, and although it should have been mortifying he was more thrilled than ever in his life. How could he be having so many emotions all at the same time? What was he supposed to say? Was this some kind of game? Was this all some kind of setup, with him as the punch-line? It was damned near like a fantasy. He had created many like it over the years, but the intensity of the reality of this one was more than he could manage to get his head around. "Bring me some wine along with the lotion Bill," Susan yelled from the family room, shaking Bill from his moment of fascinated stupor. In that instant the spell was broken and Bill seemed to be on the outside of a play looking in. Dan spun and reached up to pluck a wine goblet from the overhead hanger, presented it to Carol, and she quickly took the bottle in hand and poured until the glass was almost full. She turned and handed it to Bill with a pleased smile as though nothing was happening between her and Dan. She then looked at Dan and pointed to the mud room as she once more busied herself with kitchen duties. It was as though the previous moment was completely forgotten. "You better open another bottle," she said, "on the shelf next to the freezer." "You got it, Dear," Dan replied, then glanced at Bill as he started to scurry that way. "I think Susan is waiting for her wine and foot rub," Dan said with a dismissive wave of his hand. "Yes," Carol added over her shoulder, "be sure and remember everything she teaches you for future reference. Maybe we won't have to do that switching tonight if you are a good student." He wanted to get back to the conversation of what was going on between Dan and his wife, but somehow the momentum had been completely lost. He waited for a moment, trying to figure out what to say, but his mind was cast adrift somehow. He sighed, then turned and trudged into the bathroom to find the lotion, then finally into the family room with the glass of wine held out in front of him. He was sure he heard giggling again from the kitchen, but it was more than he could stand to turn back around and investigate. Susan was looking rather expectantly at him as he handed her the glass of wine. "You liked what you saw going on in there?" she asked, glancing at his erection with a smile. Bill did not know what to say. He just shook his head, but he knew she was not convinced. He was not convinced himself. "It will be okay," she said with a wink, "I'm sure he's just priming the pump a little bit. Now you better start giving my feet some serious attention. We might use the lotion later, but right now I want a different kind of concentration on my toes." That did not make any sense, but he nodded anyway. Bill sat down in the middle of the couch and she held her right foot up to his face. He started to push it back down to where he could comfortably massage her instep like he had been doing, but she pushed her foot up to his face again and shook her head, her eyes boring into him. "Kiss it," she commanded. The haze of numbing emotion that came over him as he stared into her eyes was remarkable. He blinked several times, and then gently kissed the top of her foot. She shook her head again. " French kiss it," she commanded. " Lick each of my toes and kiss them. " Bill could not help himself but comply. He licked and kissed each toe of her foot, his gaze never leaving hers. "That's right Billy, " she prodded, " now swirl your tongue between my toes...lick and kiss each little slit between my toes like it was a little cunt or asshole."

Bill's mind suddenly went to a whole other world, the warmth and flush of his face almost making him pass out. Her dominance and vulgarity consumed him, and he could not imagine not doing what she told him. He licked and kissed between each toe for all he was worth, imagining exactly what she had commanded of him. He had never dreamed of kissing or licking an asshole before, but in his mind he bent to the task with excitement.

"That's it William," she continued in a whisper, "Love my foot like it was the most important thing in your life. Bathe my toes with your tongue."

Her foot became everything to him. Any other sight or sound became a distant mental image. He closed his eyes and floated in the sensual energy between them. She switched feet back and forth, never giving him a chance to possibly stop. "Make love to my feet," she whispered. "Tell them how much you love them...adore them and cherish them. Tell them how your soul belongs to them...how you are their slave unto eternity." Bill felt himself being swallowed in an ocean of overwhelming passion and belonging as he caressed her feet with his face and tongue.

"Now push your panties down to your knees so I can see your excitement."

The confusion and misgivings that tugged at him suddenly were agonizing. What would Carol think or say? Somehow that did not matter, because his Mistress had commanded him. He was sure to be damned for doing it, but he could not help himself.

"Now suck my big toe into your mouth and hold it," she whispered.

Bill took her toe into his mouth.

"Now go back and forth with you lips and tongue. Imagine you're sucking on a little cock," she cooed.