We had married young and moved to Kingston, Ontario as newlyweds in a small apartment where David attended law school while I worked to support us as a waitress. We were also considerably helped by David's parents, who while not terribly well off, made a significant financial contribution so that David could get his law degree.
One evening there was a small kitchen fire at the restaurant where I waited tables. They had to close and send the staff home early. As I was walking home I spotted my husband in the distance leaving a notorious downtown massage parlour! He was a block ahead of me and heading home. I followed. I saw him enter our building. It was 100% him. No doubt in my mind.
By the time I got into the apartment he was in the shower. I was fuming, but didn't want to react right away. When he got out of the shower he was surprised I was there, as my shift usually lasted until closing time. I asked him where he had been. He said he had been in the apartment, studying, which was a lie. I told him that I thought I saw him outside on the street. He looked nervous and said it couldn't have been him, as he was in here studying.
I have heard what goes on in those places. It was bad enough that he had visited a massage parlour for a "happy ending" and God only knows what else. But then to have the audacity to lie to my face? And he must have spent a lot of money at that place that me and his parents could both ill afford.
I was cold with him the rest of the evening and held my tongue. I had to figure out what I was going to do about this. Anywhere from divorce to who knows what was running through my mind.
I have a very good relationship with his Mom and Dad. When he left for school next morning, I phoned up his Mom and started crying. She thought his behaviour absolutely despicable, and said I would be perfectly justified in leaving him. However, she said, all marriages have their rocky parts, and perhaps what he needed was a short sharp shock to set him back on the straight and narrow. I asked her what she thought that should be. She suggested that she send David's father to Kingston along with the polished wooden shingle that was used on my husband's bare backside when he was a child.
"What? You're suggesting his Father spank him?" I asked incredulously.
"Not just spank him," his Mother said. "He got spanked when he failed to do a chore, missed his piano practice, or didn't do his homework. That was pants down across his father's or my knee in private. No no no. He got the wooden shingle when he was older, mid teens, and only for the most serious of offenses."
"Like what?" I asked.
"Oh I remember one where he was drinking beer and smoking in the barn where he might have burnt it down. Another for shoplifting. Once for driving after having a few beers. Oh, and another for getting expelled from school for exploding cherry bombs in the waste bins."
"Naughty boy," I said.
"Did he never share with you about his punishments as a child?" his Mom asked.
"No. Never," I responded.
"Hmm. Well, I guess he's a bit embarrassed by them still."
"I imagine he is. So how does a wooden shingle spanking differ from just a, like, normal spanking?
"Oh, we made that much more serious. For that he was stripped bare naked in front of the entire family, his sisters and the children's au pair included, hands glued to his sides, not a stitch on him. You can well imagine how embarrassing that must be for a teenage boy. The embarrassment was a deliberate part of his punishment, you see. Then he was taken across his father's knee, and the wooden shingle was applied where it would do the most good for a very long time. His Father never finished until he was kicking his feet and crying like a 6-year-old, begging for mercy, and apologizing profusely. More importantly, it ended only after he had had a very well blistered backside. He really never shared that with you?"
"No, never..." I said.
"Maybe he thought it would give you some ideas. Well I suggest his Father drive up there and have your husband revisit his teenage years. Strip him bare, put him across his knee, and take that wooden shingle to his backside. So not just a spanking. A bare bottomed, wooden shingle, blister spanking, while you watch, until he is begging you for your forgiveness."
I must confess, I giggled as she said it. The thought of my husband being humiliated and "blister spanked" nude like that across his Father's knee was exactly what he needed!
"I agree completely!" I said. "I actually think it would make me feel better about it," I added. I did feel that way. It was the first ray of sunshine since the incident.
"Oh, and one more suggestion," my husband's Mom added. "While it certainly will be embarrassing for him to be spanked like a teen by his Father in front of you, and painful, I think he needs something else to really drive the lesson home."
"I'm listening..." I said with baited breath!
"An extra punishment to fit the crime. I was watching a TV show. A comedy. And the boyfriend cheated, and as a way of making amends put himself into a chastity device."
"A what?" I asked, genuinely confused.
"A chastity device. Like a little tube thing that fits over his penis and locks," my Mother-In-Law clarified. "No more trips to the massage parlour, or even pleasuring himself, with that on."
"Ha!" I laughed aloud. Better and better. "Wherever would I get such a thing?"
"I understand they're a sort of fetish item for some men, although it seems hard to understand. Do you have a sex shop in town? One that sells marital aids and such?"
"Yes," I said, "but I would never actually go in it!"
"Well I suggest you make an exception in this case, dear. And feel free to use the emergency credit card for the purchase."
"What if David resists?" I asked her.
"When he sees your father standing in the apartment with that wooden shingle from his childhood, I have no doubt he will obey completely. Or else you tell him you're leaving him. Quite simple. You're in control. And I'll tell your Father-in-Law to stay and assist until his son is firmly locked up by you."
"When can he be here?" I asked, determined that this was exactly the right course of action.
"Hold the line for a moment while I speak with him," said my mother-in-law.
A few moments later she came back on the line and said, "I've told him the situation, and he agrees completely. Including about the device. In fact he is furious that his son is squandering the money we send you like that. He can set out immediately and should get there in about 3 hours. More than enough time for your little shopping expedition," she added.
So it was settled.
I immediately got ready and walked determinedly to the downtown sex shop I had seen, but had never entered. I went in nervously. I really doubted they would have such a thing, but worth a try!
Fortunately, the shop was mercifully empty except for a young tattooed and pierced female attendant, whose name turned out to be Charlotte. She asked me if she could assist with anything. I told her what I was looking for and precisely why (!). She giggled and took me right to the part of the store where they kept the so-aptly-named "cock cages". After a bit of looking we decided on a relatively small metal ring cage to teach him his lesson after his blistering. (Oh, and as if it mattered, she agreed 100% with our course of action: both the nude blistering across his Father's knee, and the more extended caging by me).
On the way to the cash I spotted something else that intrigued me. "What's that?" I asked, already suspecting I knew from the images above it.
"Oh, that's a strap-on dildo. A woman straps it around her hips and inserts whatever sized dildo she wants in it. Many couples buy it so that the woman can fuck her man in the ass."
"What?" I said. I was a very naive girl! "Does that feel good at all?" I asked, genuinely confused.
"I think it feels nice for the woman. It pushes in all the right places. I've done it. I understand it can feel nice for the guy as well, but a lot of guys won't do it, because it's embarrassing for them to be, you know, essentially fucked like a woman. And if the dildo is too big, it can be petty painful."
"Painful, but not cause injury?" I verified.
"He'll stretch. I mean, guys do that to women, right, and we survive."
"Hmmpf," I said, "he's wanted to do that to me for a while. I'd like to see how he likes it."
"Exactly," said Charlotte.
"Can I use it over my jeans or leggings," I asked her, thinking ahead to another evil idea.
"Sure you can. You can try it on in the store if you want."
"Yes, let's do that, I'm not sure I understand how to get it on and everything. But first let me check if I can afford to pay for it." I phoned up David's Mom from my cellphone and told her that I found the device, but that it was pricey, and about these "strap-on dildos" that I had discovered.
"You don't worry one bit about the cost," said David's Mom. " Put it right on the emergency credit card, and anything else you need there. Now what is this 'strap-on' you say. I'll google it on my iPad. Let's see. Oh MY! Oh YES! You can have relations with him as if he was a little lady and you the man. I mean, why not? As long as his penis is locked up, he can be the girl for a change. Will she get a visit from Mr. Penis every night she's locked up, you suppose?" she asked.
"Every, single, night," I told her. "And what do you think about Mr. Penis making his first visit to his bumhole while his Dad is there to watch?"
"Exquisitely embarrassing, yet absolutely appropriate," she said. "I'll phone him and let him know. I'll also tell him to buy a few Fleet Enema kits on his way up to clean out his son's backside beforehand."
So with my Mother-In-Law's "all clear", Charlotte and I selected what we thought was the most comfortable (for me!) strap-on harness and then selected a "punishment-sized" dildo to go into it. She helped me try it on right there in the store over my jeans. It fit great (and boy was I glad no pervs walked into the store just then!). It felt totally weird, but oddly empowering, to be sporting a big hard realistic looking dick with balls and everything! She also loaded me up with lube and cleaning solution for the dildo and told me how to care for it.
She was a good little salesgirl, though, and said that there was another section of the shop that might interest me. She took me over to the cross-dresser aisle! She suggested a "slutty schoolgirl" outfit for him, along with a pair of sexy panties, a bra in his size with falsies built in, and a blonde wig!
"If he's going to have to be the girl..." she said, "and seeing as how his Mom is feeling generous with her credit card..."
Sold! As David's Mom said, the embarrassment was an especially important part of his punishment.
I paid for everything, and thanked Charlotte profusely. Before I left, Charlotte made an offer: "and after his Dad leaves, I mean, if you need any help over the next few days, I could come over and help. Maybe bring a second strap-on, and maybe a leather strap or something to wear out on his ass?"
I thanked Charlotte for the offer and we exchanged numbers. I also asked her if she had any friends she thought might enjoy participating as well. She thought she might be able to drum up one or two others who would be willing to help teach a lesson to a lying cheating husband. She even knew some of the girls at the massage parlour whom she said resented having to service the wife cheaters and might enjoy a bit of "payback". OMG, but that would be so fitting and perfect!
I went home and got everything ready. I took the cock ring out of its packaging and tried understanding how it would lock onto him and thought I got the hang of it. I also tried putting on and taking off the strap-on as well, and got good at that.
Before too long, David's Dad showed up. He's a large man. I mean very powerfully built. He showed me the wooden shingle he had brought.
He had smoothed it all over and cut a handle on one end of it. It looked like it would do the job! We sat and we talked, mainly about my husband's absolutely atrocious behaviour. His Dad wanted to go over every detail of it with me. By the time we were done, he was absolutely fuming with anger at his son.
It was right around then that David walked in. "Dad!" he said, surprised to find him there. His Dad stood up, holding the wooden shingle in his hand. David's face went absolutely ashen.
I started off by laying into him. "I know what you did yesterday evening while you thought I was at work," I said. "I saw you coming out of that place and followed you home. Don't lie!"
David's mouth just moved up and down without any words coming out. It almost looked like he would cry.
"sorry..." was all he could muster to say.
"Well I talked to your Mother about this. She told me some very interesting information about how your parents kept you in line when you were a teen. So that's how we're going to be dealing with this."
Just as I said this, David's Father smacked the shingle into his open palm.
"Daddy, no..." begged his son, looking and acting for all the world like a naughty 10-year-old about to get the spanking he so richly deserved.
"You know the drill. Strip. Just like you had to as a teenager in front your sisters at home. Every last stitch," ordered his Dad.
David seemed to get up a bit of courage just then. "Dad, no! I'm not a kid anymore. I'm a grown married man. I won't put up with it!" But if you ask me, he sounded more like a six-year-old having a temper tantrum.
"If you don't take your punishment and do exactly as you're told," said his Dad, "your mother and I are cutting you off and Julie will be leaving you." We had discussed this prior. It was true.
"Julie, please!" he said trying to beg me instead. "You don't want this!"
"Strip for your punishment, or it's all over between us," I said, standing firm.
"no..." he begged, weakening.
"Strip!" Repeated his Dad. "I am counting from 1 to 10. If you're not naked by the time I get to 10, it's over. 1... 2... 3..." David stood there looking like a deer caught in the headlights.
Finally, "ok ok ok" said David as he began pulling off his clothes.
"4... 5... 6... 7..."
David was frantically trying to remove all his clothes before the count reached 10!
"8... 9..."
He wasn't quite there yet, but he was trying hard.
"9 1/2... 9 3/4..." said his Dad, mercifully. It was all he and I could do not to laugh at my frantically undressing husband.
"10!" he said just as David removed his underpants and stood there stark naked in front of his Dad and I. He was shaking and his penis and testicles looked positively shriveled in fear. His hands were glued to his sides as he had been taught to do as a teen.
His Dad pulled out an armless kitchen chair and placed it in the center of our living room. He sat on it and he spread his legs apart. He told David, "Get your bare ass over here!" and he pulled him down straddling one knee in such a way that his pathetic genitals, which little known to him would not be swinging freely for some time to come, were in full view. I instantly got mad at his cock, knowing that it had been "happy ended" by some strange woman the evening before.
"Is this how you positioned him with his sisters and the au pair watching?" I asked his Dad, knowing the answer.
"Yes indeed. When he fucks up he pays the consequences, balls out" said his Dad.
David's Dad then reached behind and pulled out the heavy wooden shingle and lined it up on his low backside, just above his genitals. He pulled back and swung it HARD into David's ass! SMACK!
"AUUGGGGGH!!!" screamed David at the very first shockingly severe blow. What a horrible scream! I should have been horrified. I was not. I was delighted. Payback is a bitch!
"So, making trips to the massage parlour are you?" SMACK!
"AWWWWW!"
"Cheating on your wife?" SMACK!
"ARGHHH!"
"Spending the money your Mother and I send you for school on massage parlour girls?" SMACK!
"OHHH! ARGHHH! NO! NO! I'm SORRY!!!!"
"This is only the start of your punishment, boy!" SMACK!
"AWWWWWW!"
"Your wife has a lot more in store for you and you better obey her!" SMACK!
"AHHHHH! Daddy! Daddy! No!"
Already David's ass had turned a shade of red purply blue I can barely describe. His Dad grasped him more firmly around his waist, pinned David's near leg with his own, leaned back to get into the right range, and then started in with hard fast volleys to his low ass cheeks.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
David became frantic. Writhing in agony, kicking his free leg, screaming and begging and apologizing.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
I just stood there with my arms crossed and what must have been a very satisfied smirk on my face. Oh this was revenge served hot! Little fucking cheat getting exactly what he deserved.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
His father paused with the wood of the shingle on his ass. "Are you EVER going to be doing anything remotely like this ever again?" His Dad asked him.
"NO SIR! NEVER AGAIN SIR! I PROMISE SIR!"
"What do you say, Julie," his Dad asked me. "Are you satisfied with his shingling?"
I slowly walked around to David's head, crouched in front of him, put my finger under his chin, and lifted his head to look him in the eye. There were literally tears in his pleading eyes. Totally pathetic. I looked back at my cheating husband coldly. "No. Give him more."
"NOOOOO!" cried David as his Father's shingle began falling anew.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
I motioned his father to stop. My husband's backside was a well-deserved, well-beaten, mess!
"yes?" he said, still sobbing.
SMACK!
"Yes Ma'am!" His Father insisted.
"Yes Ma'am! Yes Ma'am!"
"That's better," I said. "Your spanking is over, for now, but your punishment isn't. Do you understand?"
His Dad rubbed the shingle threateningly on his son's backside.
"Yes Ma'am!" answered David.
"Your punishment will last an entire week. At the end of the week, depending on how well you obey me, I'll decide if I need to ask your Father to spend another three hours driving up here, in which case I am sure he will not be very pleased at all."
"If I have to make the trip again, I'll wear the skin off your ass with your Grandfather's razor strop," he confirmed.
"Stand him up, Brian," I told David's Dad. Brian is his name.
He stood up and brought David up with him. He stood behind him and held his son's arms back. I left the room and came back with the cock cage.
"This is a chastity device, David," I said. "You'll be in it for the next week, or longer if you complain about it."
I fit the end of the cage over his penis. It was a tight squeeze. I spat on his cock by way of lubrication and eventually pushed it all the way in. I then fastened the metal ring behind his testicles, squeezed it tightly, connected the two halves, and locked it firmly in place.
"What do you think, Brian," I asked David's Dad. "Will this keep him from fucking around on me?"
His Dad peered over his son's shoulder at his locked cock and laughed. "Very fitting for a cheat!" he said as he released David with one of his hands, holding him still with his other, and delivered a series of resounding open handed spanks to David's abused backside that from my vantage point made David's caged cock bounce and jiggle in the air.
"Remember, you're to wear that for an entire week," I told my cheater husband. "And during that week we'll be visiting the massage parlour and showing as many of the girls there as we can what ought to happen to all husbands who cheat on their wives."
I then left the room and came back with his new outfit. "And since you won't have a functioning cock for the next week, guess who dresses like the wife?" As I said this, I held up the skirt, panties, and bra. His Dad held him, more for show, as I fastened his stuffed brassiere around his chest, made him step into his panties and pull them up, put his skirt on him, his short white low-cut and midriff baring blouse, and finally his long blonde wig. I then got my lipstick out and applied it to his lips.
His Dad pushed him away and we both looked at him, pointed, and laughed. He made a pretty darned sexy school slut! His Dad pulled his cell phone out of his pocket and got ready to take a photo of David in that state. "For Mom," he said, referring to his wife. "Hold your hair off your tits," he said with a laugh as David obeyed and the picture was taken.
"That is your outfit for the week," I told my husband. "Whenever you're in the apartment, you're dressed like that. When we visit the massage parlour, we'll walk over there with you dressed like that. Who knows? Maybe the girls can put you to work and you can earn back the money you squandered. I'm sure there are some guys who would appreciate a hot little tranny's hand or mouth getting them off." (I was kidding... sort of). "And for this week, I don't care how much work you have, you are doing all of the cooking and cleaning, little Missy. And you had better do a good job, or you'll find yourself across my knee!"
"Yes Ma'am..." he said sheepishly.
"Higher, David. Pitch your voice higher," I insisted.
"yes ma'am," he squeaked out an octave higher.
"And there's just one more thing," I told him. I went back into the other room put on the strap-on dildo over my panties and under my jeans. I stepped back out again with a bulge in my pants. In front of my little schoolgirl I undid the zipper and pulled out my thick, hard, 8" cock.
"Get over here. On your knees in front of me, slut!" I called out to my husband.
Brian did not wait for him to obey, but frogmarched him over and made him kneel at my feet.
"Put it in your mouth, and suck it," I told him. "Practice for the real thing at the massage parlour. Those boys won't go easy on you, so you better learn to deep throat it."
"no... please..." he begged, but I forced my cock into his mouth and shoved it down his throat until he gagged on it. I then pulled it out and slapped him in the face with my cock. In it went again and I started face fucking my husband!
"That's a good girl," said his Dad, referring to his son, not me!
"Did you get the massage parlour girls to do this to you?" I asked him.
"Nooomph!" he said with a mouthful of cock.
"You think I believe anything you say?" I said as I shoved the cock deeper down his throat. "You think I believe you after you've already lied and cheated on me?"
This time it was his Father's turn to stand there with his arms crossed and looking satisfied as he watched his son's continuing humiliating punishment. By the time I finished with him and pulled out he was a gagging, teary-eyed, bitch, drenched in his own saliva.
"Guess what, bitch?" I asked him. "We're only half done with this cock."
"Noooooo!" he wailed, knowing what must be coming.
"Oh yes!" I responded.
"Please Ma'am, don't," he begged.
"Hmmm...," I responded, "I'm not feeling the 'Ma'am' anymore. Call me 'Sir', like you do your Dad, when I have this cock on. Now what was it you wanted to ask me? Oh, and use your girl voice."
"Please... sir..." he said, in his high-pitched voice, "please don't... do that... please!"
"Do what?" I asked all innocent. "Use your words, sweetheart," I said condescendingly.
"Please don't fuck me in the ass with that thing. Please!"
"You didn't say Sir," I reminded him.
"Please SIR. Please don't fuck me in the ass with that thing, SIR," he repeated.
"Why not? Don't you deserve it?" I asked him, legitimately wanting to know what he would say.
"Yes sir, I do," he said, squeaking it out, "but not here, not now, not with my Dad watching. Please Sir!" he begged.
"Well I don't know, what do you say, Brian?" I said, addressing his Dad. "Do you want to see this little bitch fucked hard in her ass?"
"After driving here for three hours and then paddling her ass black and blue, I think I want to see that," he responded.
"I agree 100%," I said. "Have you got what you need to 'prepare' her?" I asked David's Dad.
"I do. Get her over here across my knee again," said Brian.
I conducted my caged and cross-dressed husband over to his Dad and back down across both his knees. His Dad flipped up 'her' skirt, and pulled down 'her' panties to bare 'her' ass. Brian then used his big strong bare hand to give David a hard spanking!
"I only need my hand to spank a little schoolgirl," said his Dad.
I must confess, seeing Brian treat this little schoolgirl whore like that turned me on, and made me think about my feelings if I was dressed so whorishly, taken across Brian's strong knee, and had my skirt raised and my panties lowered by him for a spanking. I gushed a little at that thought!
Brian stopped spanking him and reached behind and retrieved a box that said "Fleet Enema" on it.
He took the bottle out, spread his son's ass cheeks, stuck the dispenser end in, and squeezed. After David had absorbed the full bottle, Brian reached behind himself and gave him a second helping of the same. He then stood him on his feet and told him to just stand there in the middle of the room and hold it until he was allowed to go to the bathroom.
David did a little dance for us in the middle of the room. Moving from foot to foot, reaching his hand behind his ass to squeeze his cheeks together, and clamping and unclamping his legs.
"Please may I go, Sir?" he asked his Dad.
"Not yet..." said Brian.
A minute later... "Please Sir! I NEED to go. NOW!"
"Alright," his Father said, relenting. "You can go."
David ran to the bathroom, shut the door, and no doubt threw himself on the toilet to noisily expel his enema, moaning as he did so.
While he did that, I flirted with David's Father outside of his earshot.
"Brian," I said, "you're really masterful when you want to be. It turned me on." I was feeling super horny as I said it, and I was sure Brian could tell. "When you pulled him across your knee just now, I couldn't help imagine it was me going across your knee for that spanking..."
Brian responded by pulling me into him. Squeezing my ass in his hand, and then saying "careful what you wish for," conspiratorially, as he gave me a good smack across my jeans.
"David! Get out here, boy, and face the music," Brian said, changing the topic.
There was a final flush and a wipe, and then David emerged from the bathroom, looking wrung out and in pain.
"Where do you want him?" asked his Dad.
"Across the back of the couch," I said.
His Dad frog-marched him over to behind the couch and pushed him over it.
I went behind my husband, flipped up his skirt, and removed his panties. I took off my jeans and my T-shirt, stripping down to my bra and panties with the strap-on attached. I could see Brian admiring the view, which turned me on anew. I thoroughly lubricated my husband's asshole and my own cock. "This is what you get for being a cheat," I told him as I carefully placed the head of the dildo up against the entrance to his anal passage.
"Take it like a man," encouraged his Father.
I grabbed my husband's hips and essentially raped that tight little asshole! The first thrust was sudden and penetrated him. He cried out like a wailing banshee! I then doubled down on the strokes going deeper and deeper, harder and harder, and faster and faster as I went.
"Take it! Take it!" I warned him. He was squirming under me and moaning like a bitch in heat. I stopped my motion with my cock halfway up his boy pussy. "Wiggle your ass on it," I told him, "fuck yourself on me." David barely moved.
"If I don't start to see some enthusiasm," said his Dad, "you'll be getting another shingling before I leave."
That did the trick! All of a sudden David twirled his ass around my cock and began fucking himself against my dildo.
"Oh, he really doesn't want that shingle, does he?" I said.
"Let's hear some sexy moans, boy, or it's another shingling." said his Dad.
David began moaning like a slut.
"Good girl, again," said his Dad. "You're a natural born slut, son," he added with a laugh in his voice.
I merged into David's motion and took control again, fucking him hard and fast and deep. When I was finally done with him, likely ten minutes or so later, I carefully pulled out. The enema had done its job and there was no mess.
I removed the strap-on as David's Dad fetched some toilet paper and wiped his son's ass with it.
"Are you done with him," asked Brian, "or is there more?" He seemed almost gleeful asking if there was more. I think he hoped there was!
"I can think of one more thing to do to him to really make us even," I said.
I moved the spanking chair into a corner of the bedroom, facing the bed. I then collected David, brought him over to the chair, and sat him down on it. His Dad looked bemused. I went into the closet and got some duct tape out. I duct-taped David's arms behind him, his ankles to the chair legs, and put duct tape all around his midsection and the back of the chair. I then took off my panties (as David's Dad watched!!!), stuffed them into David's mouth, and finished with a piece of duct tape across his mouth to keep them in. I was bottomless in front of Brian, which made me very excited! Brian was just standing there, leaning against the door frame, watching the show. I glanced over at him quickly, saw that he was liking what he was seeing, and slipped my bra off as well, rendering me completely naked.
I turned my attention to my caged, gagged, and bound husband. I lifted his skirt exposing his caged cock (he had lost his panties before his fucking). "Do you like what you see, Baby?" I asked him, as I jiggled my tits in his face, and turned and bent over so he could see my pussy from behind. I danced in front of him and made sexy moves. I climbed onto his lap and straddled his caged cock, rubbing my bare pussy against it. I knew I was putting on a show for Brian as well, of course. I reached for David's caged cock and gave it a squeeze and a shake. David moaned in pain. His cock was attempting to harden to the sight of his naked wife carrying on in such a sluttish manner, and was causing him considerable pain in the process.
"Too bad your cock is all locked up for a week," I told him. And with that I walked over to Brian, put my arms around him, and kissed him passionately. His hands went to my ass and squeezed hard.
"noooooo," I hear David moan through his panty gag and duct tape.
"You know, my husband cheated on me," I told Brian. "I think that means I get a freebie." As I said this, my hand moved to his crotch. I could feel his cock hard under his pants. "Would the missus object?"
Brian dug his phone out of his pocket and dialed David's Mom. "Julie has something she wants to ask you," he said and passed me the phone.
"Hi Cathy," I said (Cathy is David's Mom's name).
"So, how's it going? Mission accomplished?" she asked.
"Mission accomplished. Brian positively scorched his cheating ass and then I locked him up. The lady at the sex shop sold me a cross-dresser sexy schoolgirl outfit, so I bought that and put it on him, with some nice red lipstick, before I face fucked and then ass fucked him."
"Did Brian enjoy watching that?" she asked me.
"I think he derived a... certain satisfaction in seeing justice done," I answered, looking sideways at Brian. "And Brian was very helpful in taking him across his knee for extra spanks and an enema before the ass fucking."
"Where's my cheating son now," she asked.
"That's just it. I have him panty gagged and duct taped to a chair in the bedroom facing the bed. I think that for things to get back to normal, well, anyways, as normal as they will get back to, I need to even the score and make him watch it."
"mmmm.... oooooo.... nnnnoooo" mumbled David into his gag.
"I see," said David's Mom, catching my drift completely, "and I think that's only fair that he reaps what he sews. And who exactly do you have in mind for this operation?" she asked leadingly.
"Well, if you don't mind, Brian is right here and everything, and he's been such a big help and all..."
"You'd like to borrow my husband, would you?" asked Cathy.
"If it's ok. I'd totally understand if it wasn't!" I said.
"Pass the phone back to Brian," she said.
Brian took the phone, listened to what his wife had to say, grinned, and hung up.
"Well?" I asked, expectantly.
"She insisted, but said that if I do it, that I do it properly," he said.
I threw myself into him and gave him a hug and another kiss, my young naked body writhing up against him.
"noooooooo...." came the pitiful wailing from David's corner.
Brian scooped me up into his arms as if I was weightless and carried me over to the bed. "Give me a spanking first," I whispered in his ear. Brian grinned, sat down on the corner of the bed facing his son, and deposited me face down across his lap.
He rubbed my small ass with his big hand and began slapping it. This spanking was nothing like the one he gave his son. Yes it was firm and hard and stung. But at the same time it was so hot. He spanked me all over, even to the extent that I could feel his fingers curling into my most sensitive areas! I moaned and writhed in pleasure across his lap, like a kitten in heat. He spanked good!
I pushed myself off his lap and dove down onto my knees in front of his crotch. I unfastened his pants and gave his cock a deep kiss with my hungry mouth as a promise of more to come. I stood him up and undressed him fully to match me. He had a great body still, and a magnificent cock! I knelt in front of Brian and gently cradled his cock in my hand and showed it to David. "Look David. You never told me what a great cock your Dad has! It's much bigger and much prettier than yours," I said. Ok, there was not that much of a difference, but this was supposed to be punishment!
I looked into David's eyes and opened my mouth into a big round "O" so that he could see, and then turned and engulfed Brian's pretty cock fully into my mouth and began blowing him. Brian reached down and squeezed and fondled my tits and my nips and twisted them gently, which made me so hot! It's like he knew things about me that I didn't even know!
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| What David saw |
I am not normally enthusiastic about a blow job, but something about the situation, and my hot spanked ass, and my mauled tits, made me really want to outdo myself!
"ooohhhhh," David moaned pitifully. I was not sure if it was from the pain of a straining erection unable to express itself against the bars of his cock cage, or the abject humiliation of having to watch his wife give his own Father a better blowjob that he has ever experienced in his life.
I pushed Brian face down onto his back on the bed and climbed up between his knees where I knelt and continued blowing him.
As I was bobbing up and down on Brian's cock greedily David had a direct view of my bare spanked-pink ass and pussy pointing right at him.
I felt very hot and wet down there. I was wondering if David could literally see my excitement wetting my nether lips.
I ended the blowjob before Brian came into my mouth, lay down on my back on the bed. "Fuck me!"
Brian asked, "have you got a condom, young lady?"
"Don't need it," I told him. "We've been trying to get pregnant, but I'm not sure your son over there is quite man enough for the job."
"NNNNooOOOOO!" wailed David from the corner.
"Ha!" exclaimed Brian. "We'll give him a few more chances to get that right. I won't knock you up today. I'll pull out and cum on your fantastic tits if that's ok?"
"That would be fine, so long as I get to eat it!" I told him.
"You can have a belly full," said Brian, "or... if you want, you can put your husband on clean up duty afterwards?"
"Oh Yes! Genius," I said. "Do you hear that David? After your Dad comes on my tits you'll be lucky enough to get to lick it all up and swallow it all down like the greedy little slut you are. Your very own Dad's cum!"
"ooooohhh" moaned David, although I am sure he considered that an improvement over his Dad impregnating me!
Brian continued undressing. Before he mounted me he turned to his son and said, "Your wife's a hot little number. What the hell were you thinking of, cheating on her like that?"
"Yeah, what the hell?" I added as I spread my legs wide and pulled my knees and ankles back to my ear level.
Brian got between my legs, lined up his cock with my pussy, and pushed in while my husband watched.
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| David watching his wife being fucked by his Dad |
Oh my, that was nice! I learned then and there that there's something about being so extremely excited at the moment that makes a hard cock up your pussy so satisfying!
Brian was a masterful fuck. He moved inside of me in ways I've never been moved inside of before. And unlike my previous experiences with intercourse with his son (I was a total virgin before David), there was no fumbling and no pain. Just pure sexual bliss.
"Holy FUCK, David," I yelled out to him. "Why didn't you get your Dad to teach you how to do this???"
Brian moved and thrust and my body moved with his. Before long I was actually cumming!!! I had NEVER gotten anywhere near cumming from David's cock! "Holy shit! I'm 'gonna cum!" I exclaimed, surprising myself, and then I had the most mind blowing, toe curling, spasming, screaming climax I had ever experienced in my entire life! Brian rode my orgasm out inside of me, stilling his movement and allowing me to writhe around on his hard dick as I came.
Now, after I cum (exclusively from oral from David until now), that's usually it for me. But for some reason I felt I wanted to go again, and I said, "Brian, that was amazing, and I'm still horny!" I started slowly moving around on his dick and Brian gradually began thrusting and moving in time with me, at first slowly and then faster and harder and deeper as I demanded, "Fuck me, Brian! Fuck me hard! Harder!" I screamed at him and he obliged in spades, jack-hammering me like a two dollar whore! "Oh God! Oh Fuck! Oh Fuck! Oh Fuck!" I said as I screamed out my second intense orgasm. I never knew it could be this amazing!
Brian pulled out of me and flipped me over onto all fours. He grabbed me by my hips and he jammed his cock into my pussy from behind and just started pounding me again. He grabbed my hair and he slapped my ass! This rough treatment was not something I knew I wanted at all, but as soon as he did it I knew how right it was. Just imagine the visual for my poor emasculated and cuckolded husband: his Dad kneeling behind me, pounding the shit out of my pussy, as I stuck my ass up high and wiggled it in circles to encourage him, my tits swaying freely as he pumped me with his cock. Daddy slapping his wife's ass and pulling her hair.
In this new position his cock hit me in places I did not know I even had as I approached my third orgasm from pussy sex alone! This one felt different. Long and delicious and wet. Very very WET. In fact, I gushed over Brian's cock and totally soaked the bed! I'd have to make David do the laundry later (after I rubbed his nose in it first).
And after all this time, Brian had still not cum. What amazing stamina and control! I turned back over onto my back and said, "please, fuck me in my hot wet pussy and then cum all over my tits," I begged. Brian grinned and entered me slowly and took his time. This time it was clear he was concentrating on his own pleasure as he gently fucked me. I don't know what was better, the skillful pussy pounding that made me cum like a mad woman, or watching him take his pleasure from me like this. I moaned as he gently fucked me and bore down on his cock with my Kegel exercises the way I had read about in Cosmo.
"You're a fucking amazing lay," Brian told me, "the way you make your tight pussy grab onto and milk my cock is out of this world," he said. "Anybody who can't see how you're the most amazing lay in the world ought to have his fucking head examined," he said, referring to his son.
"Cum for me," I told him.
Brian gave me a few more gentle thrusts, pulled out, put his cock in his hand, and rubbed out an amazing amount of sperm, splattering my tits completely! I was a bit disappointed he didn't fill my cunt with his baby juice, but oh well.
"Holy Shit!" I said, lying there, totally satiated with my tits covered in Brian's sperm. "Get that boy over here, to clean me up," I told Brian.
Brian stood up with a smirk. He looked a little pleased with himself. Like as in "I guess the old guy still's got it" kind of pleased with himself. Still naked, he went over to David to release him. The duct tape did not come off easily! Ha ha! Last of all Brian pulled my panties out of David's mouth.
"I'm sorry I needed to do that to you son, but your needed to be taught a lesson," said Brian.
"Oh God, my balls are aching!" said David.
"I guess they would be," said his Dad. "Watching your wife put on a sex show like that. She's an amazing lady and you better treat her right from now on," he admonished him. Brian took David's wig off him, grabbed him by his natural hair, and conducted him over to me, pushing his head down until his mouth was an inch above my tits.
"Lick it up," I told David. "Lick up your Daddy's sperm."
"You heard your wife. Lick it up," his Dad told him as he gave him a hard smack to his ass and pushed his lips down onto me.
David "got busy" and licked every drop of his Dad's sperm off my tummy and tits, put it in his mouth, and swallowed it down.
Once he was done, I stood up and grabbed him by his hair myself. I put him on his knees in front of his statuesque Dad. "Your Dad's cock needs to be cleaned off also. Do it!" I ordered him.
"nooooo... please...." he complained.
"DO IT!" I insisted and pushed his head into his Father's crotch.
He actually did it! He put his own Father's penis inside his mouth and he sucked all the residual cum off of it, crying the entire time.
"Do you taste me on your Father's cock?" I asked David. "You do taste me, don't you. Well until further notice, that's as close as you're getting to my pussy: having to suck it off another man's dick!"
When I thought David had had enough, I pulled him off his Dad's cock and threw him to the ground in disgust.
I turned to Brian, ignoring his pathetic son weeping on the floor. "OMG, I never knew sex could be like that," I said to Brian. "I've only ever had your son fuck me, and he's terrible at it. So I confess I must have been like a dead fish in bed. No wonder he wandered. Ha ha! Not that that's any excuse! So now that I know what sex can be like, he is not getting away with being such a chicken-shit lay any more," I said with determination. I sat up on the side of the bed and said, "get him across my lap!" His Dad conducted him over to me and placed him face down across my lap. His cold cock cage pressed into me. I flipped his skirt up and started spanking him with my hand. "You WILL learn to do better, like your Dad. Do you understand?"
His Dad went into the bathroom and came back with a stout wooden hairbrush and handed it to me. Perfect! I took it and continued his spanking with a renewed intensity. "When I let you out of that cock cage you will learn to fuck me like that. You will read books, magazines, surf the web, watch videos, practice on a rubber vagina for all I care, but you WILL learn how to fuck me like your Dad!"
His Daddy laughed and then pulled his son off my lap and by his ear towards the kitchen. David stumbled along. I followed, still nude. Brian put his son in front of the sink and told him to "get busy with those dishes, baby girl."
In truth the kitchen was a bit of a mess, which his Dad must have noticed somewhere along the way.
I got in the spirit myself, and said, "if you don't do a good job, it'll be across my knee, skirt up and panties down, for another dose of the hairbrush, young lady."
His Dad went behind him and rolled up his skirt, tucking it into his waistband, displaying his beaten bum cheeks.
"It's what we used to do with him after his blister spankings as a teenager. Made him do his sister's chores with his bare butt showing."
"You and his Mom and sisters trained him into such a submissive little slut, no wonder he was hiding it from me. If only I'd known before now. But we'll be making up for lost time now, won't we sweetheart?"
"yes sir," she said in her high-pitched voice. She's a quick learner,
I was still starkers and well-fucked, and so was Brian. I went over to Brian and gave him a big hug and a kiss. "Thank you SO MUCH for coming around, and for teaching me what real sex with a real man can be like." I gave his magnificent penis a little squeeze for the road. "I think I'm going to hop in the shower now. You can stay if you want. Fuck me some more?"
"No Ma'am, my job here is done. I need to get dressed then get home to my wife and tell her what a great lay my stupid ass kid managed to snag."
"You do that Brian," I said with a laugh. "Things are going to be very different around here from now on," I said confidently, casting a sidelong glance at his son, caged, brassiered, and with his blister spanked ass on display while doing his womanly chores.
