Fan Fiction

Guess what? One of my fans wrote me some fan fiction! I absolutely loved it so wanted to present it here. It's 99% what was sent to me, and then 1% some gentle editing by me. It has my sister Sue in the lead role with me playing the compassionate (but stern) wife to david's naughty husband. A nice twist. Please enjoy it as much as I did!

The Quantum of Solace

No matter how spontaneous Julie tried to make things seem, she always had a plan – or in this case, she and Sue had a plan. And as always this involved david. Also as always he started out a) in his most hated frilly pink panties and b) with a very obvious erection despite the fact that he had to know he was about to be punished, possibly harshly. His excitement might not sustain itself to the very end but at the beginning it was making itself impossible to ignore. Not ignore, really, since Julie and Sue seemed to be doing just that, but certainly impossible not to notice.

"Let's start with you kneeling on the ottoman," Julie suggested, leading david to the furniture in question. "Up nice and straight." She put a hand on his tailbone and guided his hands around to it. "You can hold onto my arm - there's a good boy."

Sue, however, was not so easy to impress. "I imagine you're wondering what this is all about, aren't you, david?" He replied with merely a downcast glance and a look of worried embarrassment. "Two issues and I'm sure you know the first." In case he had any doubt where this was heading, Sue stepped away briefly, returning with a medium-wide belt which she held about a foot from its tip.

Nothing like the dreaded strap, it was still clearly an instrument of correction – though in Sue's hands most anything might be. Stamped with a pattern of dozens of holes, what it lacked in heft it would surely make up for in sting. Sue asked david "Julie tells me you sorely disappointed her the other evening. Would you like to tell me what you were doing and how it turned out?"

The answer to that question was "no" but david knew that would be unacceptable. His face, neck and even his ears burned red. "I… we… I was supposed to be… making love to her and… she wasn't ready for me to finish when I did," he admitted shamefully.

"Before she was ready? You couldn't hold out?"

"No, ma'am."

"Did you try?"

"Yes, ma'am!" he swore.

"And despite your efforts you didn't hold off long enough?"

"No, ma'am," david mumbled.

"How long, would you estimate, did you make love to your wife, david?"

"Not very long?"

"In minutes, david," Sue growled. Folding over the belt she snapped it with a loud crack! david jumped – as did his erection, even confined as it was.

"Five?" he offered meekly.

"david…" Julie warned her husband for his optimistic estimate.

"Maybe three," he corrected himself with further embarrassment.

Sue suggested "Julie told me it felt like one but might have been two." Taking his chin she tilted his head up, looking into his eyes. "But we don't need to argue, now do we?"

"No, ma'am," david quickly agreed, shame furrowing his brow.

"No we do not. None of those answers – not five minutes, not three, not one or two – is a suitable or acceptable performance for a man attempting to please his wife – and to provide her with what is a perfectly reasonable and universal expectation from her husband!

"Now Julie and I have discussed this and she told me what she's doing about it. And what is that, david?" Sue continued.

"Um, training me…"

"Training you to last how long?"

"Five minutes?" david told her, cringing at the admission.

"Training you to last a puny five minutes. And how is that going? How did you do with this objective?"

"Not good, I guess…"

"You guess? Am I to assume that you nearly made it – a full five minutes – then?"

"No, ma'am…"

"Was he close?" This she directed at Julie.

"Not really. He stopped me every time, grabbing my hand, pushing it away, pulling himself away. Pretty quickly, in fact. Though he was very good the whole time and tried really hard," she praised him with a smile, stroking his hair affectionately.

"You see, david, Julie thinks you need to be trained and I think you need to be punished. But that's not something we need to argue about either, is it?"

"No, ma'am," david whined, the resolution of this conflict being obvious.

"So good that you understand. Now you're going to stay in this position, kneeling on that Ottoman in just your cute little panties, and I'm going to take this belt to your thighs. But not the poor sensitive backs of your thighs we're always beating on. I'm going to give you a break and smack the fronts of your thighs."

Julie put her hand on his shoulder as his jaw dropped open in silent protest. "Be good now, david. Sue's convinced that this will help you last longer when you try to satisfy me. She thinks that if you focus on the idea of her strapping the fronts of your thighs as punishment for finishing too soon maybe it will help keep you from doing so. She's quite convinced. Aren't you?"

"Definitely," Sue replied before david had a chance to.

"I've asked her to start slowly for you. That should make it easier, won't it?" Julie asked, her husband nodding in agreement. "Should his legs be open?" she asked her sister, who was lining up her first stroke. david shot her a beseeching look.

"Not quite yet," Sue replied. "We'll start slowly, as your loving, caring wife has suggested."

Julie moved her left hand to his shoulder, pressing his back against her arm behind him. "This shouldn't be so bad, not at first," she tried to reassure him, though his face made her doubt her success. Still – again, as always – his excitement had not abated; in fact, if anything, it had grown. Knowing exactly where this was going Julie found herself highly turned on in anticipation, already bare beneath her skirt, smiling as she thought of it.

Smack came the first stroke across the front of david's right thigh, making him bob in reaction to it. The matching stroke drew less of a reaction, Sue being true to her word and making the strokes entirely tolerable. The second pair was a little firmer, and the third, then she settled in for the rest of a dozen at that level. Clearly unsatisfied, she paused a moment before continuing.

"Not too bad yet, right, honey?" Julie asked. "Just think – if this works, how far ahead we'll be." david started to turn his head toward her but realized that Sue was about to resume.

Smack! From the start he and Julie could tell that these would be harder. Again he bobbed, this time for the first four, then settled for drawing in his breath with a sharp hiss on the remaining eight, which didn't feel like they hit a plateau like the first set had. "Okay, baby, it's okay," his wife cooed as she rubbed his shoulder. "Be good and take these for me, okay?" This time david did manage to look at her and nod. "They may be Sue's idea," Julie told him, "But I want you to have them too, just in case."

That sounded like a good plan until the CRACK! of the belt-tip burned across his thigh again. Not really again, since it was so much harder than the previous ones. david's mouth and eyes flew open and he couldn't stop a howl of agony as he sat right down on his heels in response. Sue was ready for this and a second CRACK! brought the count back in balance.

"Oh this will never do," Julie said mildly. "We need you to stay upright for these and they're so hard." And to Sue, "Let's stop a minute, okay?" david looked at her gratefully and she offered "I'm going to get you some lube. You want some lube, don't you?" david's confused and fearful look gave her a warm flood of amused fulfillment and she let go of him just long enough to retrieve and open the lube and grease up one finger. Back at his side, again holding his shoulder, she slid her hand into his frilly little panties in search of his anus. One of her favorite ways to treat him [she simply loved being in public and asking him – quietly – "Do I need to take you home and finger-fuck your boy hole? I think I do."]

She did so now and david squirmed and straightened as Julie worked her finger up inside him in front of her sister, giving a few extra pumps just for good measure, and then pushing in to the hilt and making his hips thrust forward towards Sue's punishing belt. Looking at her sister she asked, "There! Better?" and Sue appeared to agree.

Again gripping her arm, only now with his pelvis thrust forward from the digital penetration of his anus, david endured the next stokes with ever-increasing whimpers, inhaling deeply in his fruitless attempt to absorb the pain. "That's it, baby, breathe," Julie encouraged, "It's bad, isn't it? Stay with it, it won't be that long." Her husband's sphincter seized her finger with every slashing stroke and his every little grip went right to her core. "You're so brave."

"Last set," Sue announced, though no one had forgotten her earlier comments. The punishment resumed with the slow, steady, intolerable CRACK!... CRACK!... CRACK!... raining fire on david's aching and burning thighs, which Julie still pressed forward into Sue's chastisement. His legs shook violently and Julie could see that the knuckles of his thumbs had gone white from the tenseness of his grip.

"We're making such good progress, baby – you're doing really well," she praised him, one hand stroking his hair while the other remained between his cheeks, forcing him forward. With her nose touching his ear she told him "You're so sweet to me, taking all of this just to fuck me better." And then Sue was done.

Removing her finger Julie hugged her husband's head to her, oblivious to the sweat pouring from his hairline. Collapsed backward with his for-once-unpunished buns resting on his heels, david grabbed a hold of his ankles, lightly, to keep from rubbing his thighs and thereby demanding a repeat administering of the now-hated belt. "david says thank you, Sue, we know that will be a big help," Julie told her sister, and to david, "And you, poor boy, what a good job you did! I could tell that really hurt but you took every one, didn't you?" david did his best to nod. His erection had retreated, leaving only a bit of fluid on the front of his panty as evidence of having ever existed at all, but was now returning – and causing some problems with the confines of his panties, which were patently designed for a wearer who had no penis to battle with the snug-fitting fabric.

Having stowed the belt that had so terrorized her brother-in-law, Sue returned to stand in front of the loving couple. "Now what's it time for, david?" she queried.

david shook his lowered head – in fact, his thighs started shaking a bit as well – and mumbled "I don't know."

"I've mentioned it," she prompted.

"Come on, sweetie," Julie encouraged.

"The second thing?" david whined.

"No, that's later. Now, knees. What about knees?"

"Apart," Julie reminded him softly - and once again david looked at her, eyes pleading for mercy – or at the very least, abeyance – which, her sweet words aside, he had to know would not be granted. "Do you want his heels together this time?" Julie asked disingenuously, knowing exactly what they had planned.

"Please," Sue politely requested. "You can continue to sit back like that, I think, and keep your panties up."

"Better safe than sorry," Julie added brightly as a platitude.

Sue moved a step closer so that directly before his eyes david could watch her untie the narrow belt that topped her lovely hips, shuddering as he did so.

Julie moved behind him, letting him lean back slightly against her. Planting her knee between his calves she leaned into his arm, pressing shamelessly – but only briefly before deciding that anything more than short touches would be too much for her supercharged state.

"Slowly?" Julie asked.

"Again?" Sue countered. "I'll need more, then."

"No, nevermind. We want the least that will get the job done, don't we, honey?" Without waiting for a reply, from her position behind her husband, Julie nodded for Sue to start.

The swick-swick-swick of the narrow belt against his inner thighs was a very different sensation for david – a higher-pitched one, first and foremost. Sue would deliver six on one thigh then move to the other, marking and crossing thin red lines on the mid-thigh area. For her part Julie continued to pet and console, assuring her poor boy that "it's okay, it's okay" despite having no supporting evidence whatsoever. His whimpers grew more and more pathetic as the welts piled up in a narrow band.

"This isn't working," Sue decided, unhappy with her small target. She didn't dare move higher up even with david protected by the panties.

"Happy Baby pose?" Julie asked. david had been trying yoga and it was time for it to come in handy.

"Let's try that," Sue agreed.

"Come on, honey, let's lay you down. This will work better and then you'll be done," Julie lied shamelessly. Happy Baby pose would have david on his back with each hand holding one of his feet, like diaper position. "There – comfy?" Julie asked. The red bands across the inside of each thigh were corrugated with welts and she reached over, rubbing the sting out. "Better?" she asked her sister.

"Much better," was Sue's answer, which was for david, of course, much worse. The noises he made were little and high-pitched but he made an awful lot of them. This time Julie helped by holding his ankles even while he held his own feet – and she barely resisted muffling his cries with a muff of her own.

Feeling in better control Sue worked quickly, spreading the welts upward, able to get much closer to david's torso. When she finished she moved alongside Julie and laid the stripes along the back of his right thigh, the tip of her belt nibbling at his bum when the lines were high and away from his crotch. From the other side she did the same to david's left thigh then repeated the process with the tip landing at his knee hollow. Julie had to provide a lot of comfort as her big strong man whined and whimpered.

"Just a few more," Sue remarked nonchalantly as she laid solidly into the last few, almost haphazard in their direction. Even when she stopped david continued to flinch and jump as if she were continuing.

In her role as provider of comfort, Julie, with extreme self-control, resisted dragging her nails across the flaming, pulsing skin that covered his legs from his knees to his butt. "Wow, you won't have any trouble remembering that, will you, honey? You'll be so good – and just for me." To this she added a peck on the cheek before stroking his face.

"Should we try that again?" Sue suggested.

david looked at her in disbelief, already starting to beg before looking to Julie for guidance. "Please, Sue, please ma'am, no more… I can't… that's enough, I'm sure. I'm positive!"

"I don't know what "I can't" has to do with anything," Sue challenged. "Are you going to be able to serve your wife properly now?"

"I think david will give it his very best effort, won't you, sweetie. I'll bet you'll try just as hard as you can," Julie said in his defense. david made every possible motion and sound of agreement.

"If you think so," Sue said doubtfully.

"Oh I do. david will do a great job." Currently david was doing a great job of rocking and wriggling, saved from the pain of even increased panty-confinement by the absolute absence of any male swelling whatsoever. Julie, however, was considering moving up the "ride hubby's face" part of the agenda and even as she resisted she was completely dissatisfied by her husband's lack of horniness, no matter how temporary.

Sue had once again given them a moment's privacy as she went to get herself a glass of water, and Julie used it to her best advantage. "Just wait until I finally get those panties off of you, mister. You'll be drinking your cum all night. I'll bet you've got a sackful by now and I'm going to get every drop of it out of your balls and down your throat. You've been so good, as soon as Sue leaves we'll get some lotion and cool you down and then I have a very important job for you." david must have noticed, however, that Julie made no move to change their position – in fact, she was keeping him in place in this unusual position by holding his legs back and blowing on his overheated skin. Which is why he was still in the same position when Sue returned.

"What are those?" Julie asked about the objects Sue carried. One was obviously a cooking spoon and the other was…

"A bamboo shoehorn and a spoon - also bamboo. Very light and just right to bridge from Part One to the long-anticipated Part Two," Sue informed her, laying her hand next to Julie's above david's ankle.

"Not Part One or Part Two?" Julie asked as david just moaned in despair.

"We can say that the shoehorn is the end of Part One and the spoon begins Part Two if you would like."

"david's had enough for Part One, haven't you, honey?" Julie said to david's sincere agreement.

"That's why I suggested in between," Sue grumbled.

"Let's get it done, then," Julie told her, sounding impatient. "It's quick, I hope. Don't you hope it's quick, david?"

As david again agreed with his wife Sue told them, "It's only two dozen. Even though this is so light that's probably all he can get."

"Two dozen total, right?" Julie wanted to make sure of this. "Not two dozen on each side." She smiled down at her husband after defending his interests.

"Two dozen total," Sue allowed.

"Okay then," Julie said, tightening her grip. "Go on."

david knew he had no say in the matter and tensed reflexively as he felt Julie do the same but that couldn't prepare him for the spank of the shoehorn on his thigh crease. The yell exploded out of him before the pain had even begun to peak.

"Hold still, hold still – that-a-baby. Good boy," Julie wrestled with him – and he was not being a good boy, not at all. The second, and third, and fourth, and all the other swats just in those two sensitive spots – revealed in this most vulnerable position – were more than his mind could even take in. "Oh that's just awful!" Julie protested to no avail – Sue delivered the promised two dozen and delivered them hard. "Oh your poor bottom! And right there where you hate it and where Michele always spanks you. What terrible marks you'll have to show her! Good… good thing," she struggled as Sue wrapped up, "you only needed two dozen, I'd hate to see you get any more.

"Oh, Sue, he really is suffering," Julie play-acted her sympathy, "I promise you. Can we start Part Two? Is it short? I don't know how much more he can take." And to david, "You've had a lot, haven't you, honey? I know you're ready to be good…"

"Part Two," Sue interrupted, "is another issue entirely – and this would be a good time to take down those panties that david wears so prettily." The ladies allowed david to close his knees so that his girlie-pants could be lowered off of his bum but didn't let him get up. Once again, standing at his head and holding his legs, Julie squirmed with impatience, wanting to just lower herself on his mouth and climax until she couldn't talk – but she'd never been one to color outside the lines.

Sue addressed david as she looked down onto her sister's husband's lewdly presented and entirely bared private parts. His bared penis, the lack of control of which which had been the subject of Part One; and his widely spread anal opening which was to become the subject of Part Two.

"david, as we are all aware… and don't think I haven't noticed, I have – you have a very strong tendency to soil the toys we use on you. Julie has never punished you for this and she says it's because there's nothing to be done about it, but I have my doubts. You have soiled your toys repeatedly, haven't you, david? And you know what I mean when I say "soiled your toys," don't you?"

"Yes, ma'am…"

"Yes to which, david?"

"Um, I… know what you mean… and… yes, I've done that."

"Done what, david? I want to be sure we're on the same page here. You won't want me to have to do this again, though I expect that I shall."

"Maybe not," Julie chirped hopefully.

"I… ah… I have soiled my toys, ma'am," david admitted.

"Occasionally? Often? Usually? Always? Julie?"

"Oh, not always, definitely not! david, would you say…"

"Occasionally or… often?" david claimed just as Julie suggested "Maybe usually?"

"If it were occasionally, david, that would be too often and I would spank you for it. But usually?"

This comment was met with silence, david not knowing what to say, Julie not choosing to say anything.

"Might it be usually, david?" Sue pressed.

"It might be…" david conceded.

"It's okay, baby," Julie reassured him. "It's not your fault. I mean, I know you don't try to, anyway."

"So you understand my position," Sue told him. "My disapproval."

"Yes ma'am," david whined for the tenth time.

Smacking the spoon against her palm Sue announced "We'll start in the center, right on top of that part of you that you so steadfastly refuse to properly clean out before Julie uses your toys on you – then I can do the cheeks in three minutes, then the narrow belt down the middle to drive the lesson home, and we're done."

"Oh, poor baby," Julie sympathized, returning to her words from earlier in the evening, many, many painful punishments ago. "Let's hurry, david wants that," she suggested to Sue and before he could contradict her Sue was swatting him – not just his sit-spot but directly between his cheeks at the base of his butt, barely above his perineum. Knowing his terror of having his genitals struck, Julie told him, "Don't worry, hon, she won't hit your balls – especially if you hold still for her." Since this was impossible – even with Julie holding him david was thrashing all over the place – these words brought him less comfort than they might have otherwise. His reply was one long howl as his sister-in-law harshly punished his tender inner cheeks and the sensitive flesh of his fully-exposed anal entrance.

Sue segued seamlessly from the dozens of swats centered over poor david's asshole to her ferocious assault on his cheeks – or at least she would have if Julie hadn't interrupted her less than a minute in. "Wait, wait, just a sec," Julie stopped her before addressing david. "You're not doing too well," she told him. When he started to protest she said "Shh, shh, I know you're trying, it's just too hard. Do you want my breast, would that help?" She began unbuttoning her shirt, already knowing the answer. "Look… I didn't even wear a bra because I know how you like to see my breasts, don't you? Be careful now, don't bite… hold your feet to one side – Sue, if you could come around the other side…"

"You know, you coddle him too much." said Sue. "I wouldn't give him the comfort of my breast during punishment. But whatever. Are we ready to start back up?"

"I think so. Just don't bite, baby." It was much quieter this way, apart from the staccato pistol-cracks of the bamboo spoon against his upturned buns. It was a mix of pain and pleasure for Julie as david suckled her nipple violently, not even realizing how hard he was suckling as his pain was so intense.

The sound alone was enough to signify when Sue switched back to the narrow belt, laying it down the pale center of david's spread cheeks, but naturally Julie could tell from david's reactions as well. A sharp sting, a long line of fire - instead of the pain-spikes of the spoon, which had each been focused but also had been multiplied across his buns a dozen dozen times. david was seldom spanked here – Julie had to fig him to do it when they were alone, to keep his cheeks spread – and Sue was intent on making up for lost time.

"You haven't had any problems with him messing your panties," she asked Julie even as she whipped.

"No, mmm, no problems."

"But you'll let me know – won't you david? Let me know if you do," she asked Julie.

"I will," Julie promised.

Even so, Sue wasn't completely satisfied with the results she was getting.

"I need the crop," she concluded.

"But you're almost done?" Julie urged. Much as she enjoyed having her breasts worshipped – with whatever concentration david could muster under the circumstances – her patience had worn thin.

"Just this last," Sue let her know but Julie decided there was no point in waiting any longer. In the moment Sue took to change implements Julie moved smoothly to lower herself onto david's face, wetting it ridiculously with her excitement at his pain and humiliation, for her long-awaited reward – or at least the start of it.

So as Sue snapped the crop fob, very deliberately, very patiently, very firmly down on david's spread asshole, he didn't howl, scream, beg or even whine. He just convulsively licked and sucked and kissed from beneath Julie's skirt as she came and came and came.