Blindfolded, I lay bent over the end of the bed frame, my wrists secured through the bars around the back of my stockinged legs, immobilising me completely. As I lay there, I reflected on how I came to be in this position. Was it really only six months? Six months since the school reunion that had led to my current predicament?
ooOoo
Where to begin? Let's go back in time those six months. I'll try to tell the story as it happened to me. Oh, there might be a bit of too-ing and fro-ing so please bear with me if I mix my tenses a little.
Let's start with a bit of background. My name is Penny Andrews and I’m a 5”6’ tall, thirty-two-year-old with medium-length, wavy blond hair. I’m what people might call curvy. I have full breasts and an ample bottom and I’m not bad looking if I say so myself. Let's put it this way - I’ve never had any complaints about my appearance and men do seem to find me appealing for some reason.
I’m married to Richard, whom I met at college and got together with during our first year. I qualified in English Literature and am a content, stay-at-home housewife. I look after my husband, who is the wage-earner for our household. He qualified as a lawyer and makes us a tidy income, so I don’t have to work. We don’t have kids – my fault, I’m afraid, as I had an illness when I was young which left me sterile.
So, what about sex? Richard and I had lots whilst we were at college and when we were first married, but things did become a bit routine, and a lot of our desire seemed to fall away once we settled down. Now we’re lucky if we make love once a month. I’m not sure what the problem is. I feel there is something missing but I’m not sure what it is. I’d like to talk about it, but I’m a bit too shy. Sometimes I wish Richard would take the lead, but, unfortunately, he doesn’t seem that interested.
Speaking of sex, there is one time I particularly remember – and I know Richard remembers too because it’s not one you’d forget. It was in our second year at Uni. We’d ended up drunk with a group of friends – I think there were eight of us - and someone had suggested a game. I don’t remember the details, but there was an element of truth or dare, along with forfeits. And, of course, the whole game revolved around sex. Normally it would have been way beyond my comfort zone, but that night I’d had too much to drink, and I was game for pretty much anything.
Anyway, somehow, Richard ended up having to fuck my college bestie Debbie in front of everyone else. She was single and he wasn’t, but that just upped the thrill level, and they were both being egged on by all the others and Richard obviously got a big kick out of it, grinning at me as he slipped his cock in her doggy style. I was riveted as I watched him pumping in and out, and there was a huge cheer when he came in her; and then someone insisted that, as his significant other, I should clean up her pussy afterwards as a forfeit. I’m not a lesbian, but I remember laughing and getting down on my hands and knees and licking my best friend’s sticky muff. There was another wild cheer as I tasted the two of them, and for some reason, I was incredibly turned on and felt very pleased with myself.
And that was only the first half of that incredible night. Shortly afterwards I was caught lying about a ‘truth’ question and was penalized with another forfeit. The consensus was that I should have my bare bottom spanked by everyone else in the room. I particularly remember this because Debbie seemed to take intense delight in having me over her knee. I recall that, when it was her ‘turn’, she gave me an evil grin and whispered in my ear “I hope you liked the taste of my pussy, you little slut!”, and I remember giggling in reply, telling her she tasted great, and then kissing her hard on the lips, searching greedily for her tongue. Then I laughed and said that if she could spank me to tears, I would kiss her arse, too. To this day I don’t really know what made me say it.
But then she reached into her handbag and pulled out a wooden-backed hairbrush and when she’d finished, I was sobbing like a naughty schoolgirl over her lap and all the others in the room had gone quiet.
So, I had to lick her ringpiece, too and I remember laughing at how much fun it all was. I do recall that later when Richard made love to me in his room I had the most powerful series of orgasms I’d ever had.
It makes you think. I’ve only ever been spanked twice in my life, and I remember both times vividly. That night was the second time.
The day after that evening of carnal debauchery was the only time I worked up the courage to ask Richard for something that was both sexual and self-indulgent; I asked him if he would spank me. But he was too hungover to listen properly and didn’t seem that interested in the light of a new day. I never had the confidence to ask him again. Maybe that’s why our sex life is so dull these days? I don’t want to ask him for something he doesn’t want to do. I suspect that, despite that one evening, he thinks I’m a prude and very boring in bed. His memories of that night undoubtedly revolve around the excitement he got ‘legitimately’ fucking my best friend in front of me.
So where did that leave us? Well, as I said, we're lucky if we make love once a month now. Not exactly a fiery sex life. I desperately wanted more, but I don’t know exactly what it is that I want. Nor would I know how to ask for it if I did.
Anyway, something happened that changed all of that; that put us both on a new trajectory – though I was completely oblivious at the time.
I received an invitation to a school reunion; the class of 2006. Initially, I was very much in two minds whether to go as I didn’t have that many fond memories of my schooldays nor of my fellow ex-pupils – at least that’s what I told myself. But strangely enough, it was Richard who persuaded me. To be honest, I think he was a bit intrigued – and, of course, the invite included partners, so he’d get to meet some of my old classmates.
Well, what a remarkable night it turned out to be! There she was - the centre of attention as I might have expected. Lisa McAdams! Of all the people I didn’t expect to run into.
Or did I? my little inner voice chimed in. Did you really not expect her to be there? Hmmm. Or did you accept the invitation hoping you might see her?
Lisa McAdams. Oh, my! Seeing her threw my mind into turmoil and my insides were suddenly all a flutter. Why was I nervous all of a sudden?
She looked simply stunning. She’d always been attractive, but tonight she put everyone else in the shade. She wore a backless red dress complimented with a simple string of black pearls. She was tall and long-legged with an elegant neck. She had an hourglass figure and exuded confidence and sexuality. Metaphorically, she’d grown in stature since I’d last seen her. Or maybe it was just me…?
Lisa had always been slightly bossy – assertive leaning towards dominant. At school, frankly, she had been a bit of a bully and was quite manipulative, as I well knew. She was also the cool girl, though. She broke the rules but never got caught. She was rebellious but never got into trouble. She was successful at being bad and loved the reputation she gleaned as a result.
But now she looked like she knew how to control it. I immediately felt the pull of her magnetism – I’d forgotten how powerful it could be.
Seeing Lisa brought back a lot of memories – memories both painful and erotic. We had never really been friends - not that I didn’t want to be - everybody did. But I carried out favours for her, hoping she would notice me, and cast a glance or gracious word in my direction; I sought her approval.
Well, I certainly got noticed! I was caught out of school at lunchtime buying cigarettes for Lisa. As a result, I earned myself a caning from the Deputy Headmistress and a spanking when I got home.
That was the first time I was spanked.
At school, I was given six strokes of the cane over my knickers, and when I got home, I received a good hiding from my mum. She gave me a thrashing to remember on my bare bottom along with a lecture about smoking and being out of school. It was the first – and only - time I was spanked at home. The irony is, I’ve never smoked a cigarette in my life. I never said anything, though. Not a word. I didn’t want it to be known I was a snitch. Plus, I was trying to impress Lisa. When I look back on it, I wonder if I didn’t have a bit of a crush on her, which was weird because I wasn’t into girls. Anyway, I didn’t want her to think badly of me. I was desperate to get in her good books.
Everyone at school knew I’d been caned and spanked because someone overheard my mum telling the headmaster how she’d punished me. I should have been mortified, but I wasn’t. I was kind of proud. And whilst there was the odd smirk, a number of girls gave me a nod and a thumbs up the next day, which made me smile.
It was after those events that I sort of knew. That night, after my punishments, I’d masturbated and had my very first orgasm, thinking about that caning and the spanking I got from my mum afterwards. The only person I told was Lisa – and I only told her because she asked me about it afterwards. She seemed intrigued about how I felt after my punishments and I said it hadn’t been any big deal, trying to be hard about it. But then I let slip that I’d actually felt quite horny later on. Oh, the things we girls will say! When I conceded that, she didn’t let up pestering me with questions and I eventually admitted I’d had my first orgasm that night after fingering myself.
Lisa made me show her my cane marks and it was strangely intimate, exposing my bottom to her. She ran her fingers over the weals, and I felt goosebumps at her touch. She laughed and gave my bottom a good slap. And then she said thanks for not telling. I felt very proud. The really good thing was she never said anything to anyone else about me masturbating, which I was grateful for.
So, as you can see, all people ever wanted to do was please her. With her fabulous looks, amazing poise and incredible self-confidence, she frankly intimidated me – and, if I’m being honest, I envied her and seeing her now, realised I was probably still jealous of her.
I think part of me wanted to be her. And, perhaps, for reasons I didn’t understand, another small part of me was attracted to her. I finally admitted to myself that I’d subconsciously hoped she’d be at the reunion.
That night, she was being exceptionally friendly to everyone. And Richard – unsurprisingly - was enchanted by her, I could tell. She also seemed genuinely interested in him, which shouldn’t have been surprising as, after all, he is a very good-looking and intelligent man - I did actually choose him for a reason.
It turned out that Lisa was also a lawyer, which was ironic given her rebellious childhood. It sounded like she made plenty of money, and when she and Richard got chatting it became apparent that Lisa and Richard’s respective firms had considerable overlap in the field of work they did, with a history of collaboration. Richard seemed particularly pleased by this coincidence, though I must admit I felt the first stirrings of something that unsettled me.
The evening was much more fun than I thought it would be. Seeing Lisa again had stirred up all sorts of feelings, and by the time the evening was wrapping up I was feeling horny. We were staying over in a hotel, and Richard also seemed particularly turned on that night – I think he liked being away from home. He practically ripped my knickers off when we got back to our room and, after making me go down on him, he gave me an intense and vigorous fucking. It made a pleasing change when he took charge like that, and it’s been a long time since he wanted me to suck his cock. I felt like a bit of slut, on my knees with his big dick in my mouth, and I thought maybe there was still hope for us.
ooOoo
The following week, I rang Lisa and invited her over for dinner. I’d been in two minds after the reunion whether to give her a call, but when I asked Richard about it, he sounded really keen. I thought it would be good to be able to chat in a more intimate setting and see if there was the possibility of being real friends. At least that’s what I told myself. I think I just wanted to feast my eyes on her again.
On the evening of the meal, Lisa arrived promptly. Dressed provocatively, she oozed charisma. She was charming and flirted with Richard, who was again very taken with her. She was very complimentary about the food and the house – I gave her the grand tour - but I got a sense that she thought it was all down to Richard as I didn’t work. She sounded slightly patronizing when she said Richard must work hard to pay for it all.
Over dinner, Lisa and Richard talked legal matters and agreed there might be some value in working together as they had the same line of interests. Part of me was pleased they were getting on so well. Another part of me – well, it took me a while, but I finally recognised the feeling I had as jealousy! Was I really jealous of a simple discussion between Lisa and my husband? You just feel excluded because they’re lawyers and you’re not, I told myself.
During the evening, Lisa also amused Richard by relating the story of how I’d been caught buying cigarettes for her at school and how I’d been caned. She didn’t mention the masturbation, but she did give me a sly wink, letting me know that she remembered.
When the evening finally drew to a close and Lisa got up to leave, I went to get her coat. On my return I found her giving Richard a passionate kiss in the hallway. When she saw the look on my face she laughed. “Don’t be jealous darling,” she said, and then kissed me too. To my astonishment, I felt her tongue in my mouth and the taste of her caused a liquid rush in my pussy as I found myself automatically responding. She giggled as if she knew the effect she was having and then, with a casual wave she left, leaving behind her a very confused housewife.
After that dinner, things seemed different. During the next few days, Richard talked about our evening with Lisa almost nonstop. I was confused and didn’t know what to think. I thought about the two of them in the hallway and realised that when I saw them kissing, I had actually been aroused. What on earth was going on?
Over the next month, Richard was definitely more – buoyant, I guess – I didn’t know how else to describe it. I caught him singing in the shower. Sex suddenly became a part of our lives again. It was nice to feel his hard cock in my pussy once more and I could only wonder if it had anything to do with Lisa’s visit.
I guess it was only natural for me to wonder if they were secretly meeting up and sleeping together. Yet, for some reason, this didn’t make me feel like I thought it would. When Richard fucked me, I started to imagine it was Lisa’s cunt he was fucking instead of mine. I imagined he’d just come from her bed and his cock was coated with her cum, and this thought aroused me so much that I started to have incredibly powerful orgasms.
When Richard was out at work, I would think about them together. I pictured them having sex and I spent my mornings masturbating to images of the two of them fucking each other; I imagined her lips wrapped around his phallus, his tongue buried in her snatch…
What was wrong with me? I wondered.
Then, when Richard came home one Friday a few weeks later, whilst we were having dinner together, he told me he’d been meeting up with Lisa in recent weeks for work meetings, and that he’d taken her out for dinner a couple of times.
I felt my heart ache as I suddenly realised that my fantasies might, in fact, be reality. And I wasn’t ready for that.
“You’re sleeping with her, aren’t you?” I yelled.
“Of course not!” he yelled back.
“Then why didn’t you tell me?”
“Because I knew you’d react like this!”
“Not if you’d told me earlier!”
“God, she told me you’d react like this!”
“She told you? The woman you’re fucking?”
“For fuck’s sake, Penny, you really are a stuck-up, paranoid bitch, you know that?”
I gasped.
“I should give you a damn good spanking! Teach you a lesson!”
My mouth opened, but no words came out.
“What? Cat got your tongue?”
I suddenly feel contrite and stupid.
“I’m sorry.”
“You're sorry? You accuse me of sleeping with someone, and you think that makes things okay?”
“I…”
“Well, it doesn’t - so I suggest you get your knickers off and get over my knee. Now!”
There was a silence while we looked at each other. He’d never been like this before. He was being dominant and decisive. Our argument no longer seemed to matter - I just realised I wanted to obey him. I wanted him to spank my bottom – even if I was right and he was having an affair with Lisa. Slowly, I reached under my skirt and pushed my knickers down. My pussy was damp, too…
I put my panties on the table and approached my husband. He assertively grabbed my wrist and pulled me over his knee. I felt my skirt being lifted up over my back.
“You deserve this. I should have done this years ago.”
And, alternating cheeks, he began to spank me. He spanked me long and hard with his hand, covering my bottom and thighs. My gasps quickly turned to tears but I didn’t raise an objection or utter a word of complaint. In fact, all I could think was; yes I deserve it, yes I deserve it, yes I deserve it - even though I didn't really know why.
When he finally finished my bottom was red and sore, but I felt an incredible sense of release. Sobbing, I slid off his lap and put my arms around his waist. As I did so, I could feel his erection. After a moment to regain my composure, I pulled back and looked him submissively in the eye.
“Would you like me to suck your cock…?”
Looking down at me, he grunted an assent, and I unzipped his fly and released him. His member sprang out at me. Smiling, I slid his cock between my lips, and I heard him groan with pleasure as I worked him with my mouth. I didn’t suck his cock very often, but it didn’t mean I didn’t know how. It felt especially erotic as I knelt between his legs with a sore bottom and tears on my face.
It didn’t take him long to cum – and when he did, I made sure to swallow every drop and then clean his cock like a good wife should. Even as I was doing it, I still couldn’t help but wonder if Lisa had also sucked my husband’s cock just as I was doing. But then I forgot about that because Richard took me upstairs and did something he hadn’t done before. After licking me out good and proper, he fucked me in the ass.
Maybe it was worth accepting that my husband was fucking another woman if this was the reward…
In the morning I made my husband breakfast in bed. I was still basking in a submissive, post-coital glow and soon after we’d eaten, I found myself giggling between my husband’s legs, kissing and licking his balls whilst Richard stroked my hair.
“Penny, I have something to say to you. From now on, my little slut wife, I think it’s appropriate that you receive a spanking every Friday night when I get home from work.” He sighed as I teased his perineum with my tongue. “And afterwards you will thank me with your mouth in the same manner as you did last night.”
He grabbed my hair tightly in his hand, and I winced. “Do you understand?”
I raised my eyes to meet his. Yes, I did understand. It was what I wanted. “Yes, Sir.”
“Good. To seal the agreement, Penny, I will spank you again, now – just to make sure you fully appreciate what’s going to happen.”
Twenty minutes later my bottom was sore once again, and I’d swallowed another mouth full of my husband’s cum.
“You have the mouth of a slut, you little trollop,” Richard growled with satisfaction after I’d cleaned him up. “One more thing. I want you to shave your pussy. Get rid of that unruly thatch of hair. I don’t like it and It’s not appropriate for a hussy like you. Have it done by next Friday and I will inspect you when I come home.”
I didn’t know what had come over my husband – all I knew was that I hadn’t felt this content for a long time. Had I known exactly where his newfound dominant streak was coming from, I think I would have been a little more perturbed.
And possibly even more aroused…
The following Friday I was apprehensive the whole day. As instructed, I shaved my pussy carefully in the morning – the first time I’d done it as I’d never considered it necessary before. To my surprise – and delight, Richard had bought me a new dress as a gift the previous day. It was very sexy – extremely short, sequinned, with thin shoulder straps. Richard requested that I wear it that night with black stockings and suspenders. In fact, the dress was so short that the hem didn’t even reach the top of my stockings. I felt like a total slut wearing it. In a moment of daring, I decided not to wear any panties in honour of my new, shaven snatch.
I cooked a tasty meal and welcomed my husband home. His eyes flatteringly widened when I met him at the door. After dinner, he duly inspected my hairless cunt and pronounced himself satisfied. He then took me over his knee and spanked me extra hard for, as he said ‘not wearing any knickers and behaving like a slapper,’ before informing me he expected me to wear the same outfit every Friday when he came home sans panties as that was clearly what I preferred.
ooOoo
Richard had several overnight work events over the next few weeks, including a three-night conference in London. I know he had denied it, but I was convinced he was sleeping with Lisa. But, for some reason, after our argument and its outcome, I didn’t call him on it, I didn’t want to spoil what I now had. Instead, each time he was away I found myself masturbating, thinking of my husband in some hotel room fucking Lisa instead of me.
He was always back for the weekend, though. He made sure he was home in time so he could make sure I got my Friday night spanking and a mouth full of cum. Now, when I sucked him off, I imagined where his cock might have been before it entered my mouth. Was it coated in Lisa’s pussy juice? I wondered. It was noticeable that he was always in a good mood when he came home on a Friday, and he seemed to take a special, delightful pleasure in warming my bare bottom before filling my mouth and (if I was lucky) my cunt with his semen.
Two weeks after the conference, Richard asked me to invite Lisa for dinner again. I was unsure of his motives but didn’t argue. At this stage of our relationship, it was more of an instruction than a request. I simply accepted what he wanted. Besides, with all the fantasies I’d been having, I kind of wanted to see Lisa again. I needed to see how they behaved with each other when they were in my company.
I thought it would be insightful.
I really had no idea. Only afterwards did it dawn on me how much preparation and planning they must have done – especially when I reflected on the changes in Richard’s behaviour.
They had been conditioning me.
But I’m getting ahead of myself.
Richard appeared keen for the dinner to go well. He said he wanted to impress Lisa with a special meal and kept pestering me about the menu and making sure everything ‘looked right’. I worked really hard all week cleaning the house and preparing everything with almost no help from my husband. All this for a woman he was almost certainly sleeping with – yes, in my heart I knew it. Knew it and accepted it. And yet – and yet I wanted to impress her too. I didn’t want Lisa to be disappointed with my cooking and the state of my house. Didn’t want her to think I couldn’t look after my man…
On the day itself, Richard appeared quite nervous – though probably not as nervous as I was. Richard’s lover was coming to dinner, I told myself. At the last minute, he informed me he wanted me to wear what he called my ‘spanking’ dress. I was reluctant because it left almost nothing to the imagination, and I didn’t think it was suitable for the occasion. But when I voiced my concern, Richard made it an instruction, his voice indicating he wouldn’t tolerate any argument. I worried about what Lisa would think of me when she saw it. Richard also told me to make sure I was freshly shaved and to leave my panties off as usual. Jesus – if I raised my arms as far as my armpits, my bare cunt would be on display!
Is that really what he wants? My little voice asked.
But part of me also wanted her to see me. Wanted to flaunt myself in front of her and show her I was still worthy.
ooOoo
When Lisa finally arrived, she looked truly devastating. Another stunning dress that accentuated her shapely calves and inviting breasts. We met her at the door together and she gave Richard such a deep kiss that one couldn’t imagine they weren’t lovers. They looked just like a couple greeting each other after a few days apart…
Finally noticing me, Lisa gave me a huge smile when she saw me in my revealing dress.
“You look fabulous, Penny. I think I want to eat you!” she said, immediately flustering me. I had a sudden vision of her kissing my pussy and, flushing, I tried vainly to extend the length of my dress with my hands, knowing she had already seen too much. Then she kissed me, too and squeezed my naked buttocks under my dress and I thought God, how I want her!
The meal was essentially an expanded version of her previous visit, only a little more glamorous and polished - and with a lot more flagrant flirting between her and Richard whilst I ran around between courses making sure everything was, as Richard had demanded, ‘just right’.
It was mostly fairly mundane small talk whilst we ate and drank our way through five courses. Lisa made appropriate noises of satisfaction and pleasure as I carried warm plates and dishes of food in and out of the dining room, and nobody offered to help.
Lisa and Richard did talk work during dinner as well, most of which I didn’t pretend to understand. These conversations continued as I fetched and carried, and as a result, I felt somewhat excluded and surplus to requirements. I was dressed like a slut, felt like a skivvy, and was being ignored. Several times I felt tears pricking at my eyes. It was only afterwards when I’d cleared the empty dishes into the kitchen, and we finally sat down in the living room that the topic of conversation moved on. Richard had contrived the seating arrangements so that he was sitting next to Lisa on the sofa, and I ended up on the floor. As I sat down, it wasn’t easy to arrange things so I wasn’t revealing anything I shouldn’t. I finally gave up and folded my legs under myself as the other two watched with barely concealed amusement.