GLORIA
part2
Peggy suddenly got a serious look on her face and
stared directly into my eyes as she spoke. "Gloria, all that I
ask of you tonight is that you keep your eyes open and your
mouth shut - unless I ask you a question.
"You have a pretty good idea what I have planned for
Bill but you must realize that Bill and I have been practicing
this lifestyle for some time now.
"For this reason, I'm able to get rather severe with
Bill when it comes to his discipline. Keep in mind that, as
you know, I love him very much and would never injure him.
Hurt him? Yes. Very much. Injure him? No."
Hearing Bill enter the house through the front door,
Peggy called out to him. "I'll be out in a minute. Go on down
and get things ready."
With an immediate, "Yes, ma'am.", from Bill, only
seconds later I heard his steps as he descended into the
basement recreation room that I knew was there from previous
visits.
"While Bill is getting things ready, would you like a
glass of wine or something?"
"That sounds great. I think I'll need it before we are
done. Thanks."
We left the bedroom and headed down the hallway towards
the kitchen.
VIII
We entered the kitchen and Peggy took a bottle of
chilled white wine from the refrigerator. I assumed that she
would decant it and pour.
With a smile and a wink to me, she turned in the
direction of the basement door and called out to her husband.
"Bill, come here."
"Yes, ma'am.", I heard from the basement steps as Bill
obviously hastened to obey.
I don't know who was more surprised, Bill or I. As he
walked into the kitchen, his eyes bugged out when he saw that
Peggy was not alone.
The blush on his face was due, I'm sure, to both his
attire (he was nude) and to his "accessories" - leather straps
around each wrist and ankle, with a silver ringlet dangling
from them. I wondered if, also, he was embarrassed by the
realization that I was here to witness his punishment.
Peggy, an impish smile on her face, said, "Hurry up.
You've seen Gloria before. I told you this morning that I
might have her over to watch your punishment tonight. Well,
obviously, I decided that she could watch.
"She likes the idea of having Dave at her beck and call
as I command and rule over you."
Bill was more than a little bit flustered as he
scampered over and picked up the bottle and corkscrew.
Removing the cork and pouring two glasses, he handed
Peggy her glass with a, "Ma'am.", and turned to me, setting my
glass on the table before me and stuttering, "Ma-Ma'am."
I noticed that his cock was semi-hard and that pre-cum
was already oozing out of its tip. Peggy also noticed.
"You must be looking forward to this. I see that your
cock has already started to provide your refreshment. Come
over here."
Bill immediately walked over to Peggy and stood with
his arms at his sides, his head tilted downward with his gaze
staring at the floor next to her.
With the fingertip of her right-hand index finger,
Peggy reached down and removed one pearly drop of jism from the
groove of his circumcised cock-head.
Looking up at him with that same devilish smile, she
extended the fingertip, and its humiliating residue, to Bill.
With a quick glance in my direction, Bill opened his
mouth, accepted the intruding finger, and closed his lips
around it. I could see from the movements of his mouth that he
was suckling Peggy's finger as a child would suck their
mother's breast.
Removing her finger from Bill's mouth with a "pop",
Peggy then reached out with both hands, one grasping his cock
and the other cradling his balls. Beginning a massaging motion
with her hands, Peggy turned to me and explained.
"It's terribly important to associate sexual pleasure
with the pain of the necessary discipline. While Bill is not a
true masochist - he doesn't get off on the pain a bit - he is
still excited by the knowledge that he is to be whipped this
evening.
"His mind doesn't think about this. He knows only that
if he is to be whipped, he is also going to enjoy some rather
intense sexual pleasure.
"True, he will pay dearly for this pleasure but his
cock is too stupid to fret much about the price. It knows only
that it likes to be stroked and is unconcerned about the
consequences.
"Unconcerned, that is, until after he has ejaculated.
Of course, by then, it will be too late. He will already be in
bondage and committed to submitting to a thorough thrashing.
You'll see what I mean when we get downstairs."
While Peggy had been speaking, Bill's cock in her palm
had grown to a full erection; its head slick and covered with
the pre-cum that Peggy had spread over it to allow for her
teasing massage. Without warning, Peggy stopped the motions of
her hands.
"It's time for your punishment, Bill. Go downstairs
now and wait. Gloria and I will be down in a moment. While
you're waiting, think about this. Tonight, I'm going to test
your limits as never before.
"I'm going to show Gloria your tolerances that we've
worked so hard to increase over the past months. Put more
simply, I'm going to beat you harder and longer than I have
ever done before. Now, go."
After Bill had left the room and returned to the
basement, Peggy turned to me. "Gloria, I want to be clear
about why I asked you over this evening. It is my wish to give
you a gift. A gift of knowledge.
"Depending on how things go, I may invite you to
observe and/or participate in the future. As I told you this
morning, I have wished more than once in the past six months
that I could share this part of my life with you as I have
shared all other aspect of my life with you over the past
twenty-plus years.
"I hope that you'll find this way of life as appealing
as I have and come to embrace the lifestyle in the same way
that Bill and I have chosen.
"On the other hand, if anything happens tonight that
you are uncomfortable with or if you feel for any reason that
you wish to leave, please do so. I would never wish to do
anything that might have a negative impact upon our friendship.
If I know you as well as I think that I do, some of the events
before us tonight might come as a surprise to you. Hopefully,
though, I'll be able to introduce you to parts of yourself,
parts of your sexuality, that you possess but currently deny.
"My suggestion is for you to go with the flow.
Whatever happens, I want you to know that I love you as only a
best friend of so many years can love another."
So saying, Peggy rose from her chair, signaled at the
bottle of wine for me to bring, and led the way to the basement
steps.
As we descended into the basement, I had a feeling that
I would never look at Bill in quite the same way after the
evening was over.
Peggy took command as soon as her foot hit the last
step. "Gloria, sit over on the sofa where you can have a good
view. I hope to teach you how to tame your man and teach him
his place...his place, of course, being on his knees, with his
tongue at least an inch or two up your ass.
"Bill, assume the position."
At this, Bill, who had been kneeling in the center of
the room with his forehead on the floor, got up and stood with
his feet perhaps three feet apart and raised his hands over his
head.
I saw that there was a short length of chain suspended
from an I-bolt in the rafter above Bill's head, to which Peggy
promptly attached his wrists.
Kneeling down, she fastened each of his ankles to bolts
which had been put into the floor and stood back up.
Walking over to a card-table at the side of the room,
she picked up a regular ping-pong paddle from among the items
there and returned to Bill's side. Turning to me, she
continued with her instruction.
"Remember, Gloria, you must mix the pleasure and the
pain. The pain and the pleasure. Until the two become one in
the mind of Dave, and he learns to crave both of them together.
Watch carefully, Gloria."
And then, Peggy was paddling Bill's ass with a vigor
that was quickly verified by his reactions. Unlike earlier
today, when the strokes of the paddle were more measured, this
time the paddle fell with a chilling rapidity.
No more than three to four seconds could have passed
between the strokes and Peggy must have delivered thirty or
forty swats in the space of no more than three minutes.
Although I knew better, I had the sense that I'd held
my breath since the paddling's beginning. The sight of my best
friend's husband, suspended from their basement rafters, his
buttocks ablaze from the effects of a ping-pong paddle, was
incredible.
In the space of a minute, Bill was reduced to tears.
Within another minute, he was blubbering like a little boy.
Ten strokes later, and he began begging.
"Please, Peggy, not so hard. Oh, God, not so fast.
Please, honey, can you stop for a moment and give me a rest?
Oh, Peggy, I'm sorry."
Peggy, for her part, was impervious to his entreaties.
Ignoring his pleas, she continued to swing the paddle as if
she were chopping wood.
As Bill's piteous crying and begging provided a vocal
backdrop to the "smack, splat, crack" of the paddle's contact
with his inflamed bottom, I was able to observe the systematic
reddening of his punished skin.
The condition of his buttocks had worsened as the
paddle took its toll. The skin of both cheeks was bright red
as if sunburned and looked as if it would be hot to the touch.
The paddling stopped as abruptly as it had begun. Peggy strode
to the table, set down the paddle and picked up a wide, leather
strap.
Returning to Bill's side, she allowed the strap to dangle from
her right hand and reached to his soft penis with her left. As
she began to speak, her left hand started her teasing massage
of his cockhead again. I could see that his cock was beginning
to harden as Peggy started her crooning.
"Calm down now, Bill. You know that we've only begun.
Before the night's over, that little child's paddling will
seem tame. You know that, don't you?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"Are you ready for the strap now, honey?"
"Yes, ma'am."
These words were hardly out of his mouth before Peggy
stepped back and let fly with the strap. If the paddling had
seemed severe, the strap tended to redefine the word.
The leather made contact with Bill's naked rear with a
sickening "splat" that sounded horridly painful. The evidence
of the strapping was left in the form of double-welts from both
edges of the leather punishment instrument.
Whereas the paddling had been limited to the buttocks,
Peggy began to work on Bill's hips and thighs with the whipping
strap.
First, the outside of the right thigh. Then, the
inside of the left. Next, to the right hip. Now, high up on
the rear of the left thigh. Then, back to the buttocks. On
and on, the strap fell with a vengeance on the bruised and
punished flesh beneath its painful tip.
As with the paddle, Peggy swung the strap with not more
than a few seconds between strokes so that before Bill had
recovered from the previous stroke, the strap was falling
again.
With the paddle, Bill had cried. He had blubbered; he
had shed tears. With the strap, he screamed. "Please, Peggy,
it's too much. Please, not so hard. Please, wait just a
minute."
Peggy worked with a purpose. Bill's words fell on deaf
ears as she labored with the leather strap, covering his
butt-cheeks, hips, and legs with a crisscrossing network of
welts.
Again, as with the paddle, she stopped after a few
minutes. As Peggy replaced the strap to the table, I saw that
she returned to Bill's side with nothing in her hands.
Bill continued to cry and writhe about from the effects
of his punishment. His buttocks and legs were in a constant
motion as if he hoped to ease the pain of his punished flesh.
Peggy's left hand again went to his cock as her right
hand began stroking the surface of his inflamed ass. "Poor
baby. I know that it hurts you terribly. But, you know that
it will hurt much more before we are through tonight."
She turned to me as she continued to stroke Bill,
speaking to me for the first time since beginning Bill's
punishment session.
"Gloria, as I explained before, it is important to
condition Dave to associate pain with pleasure. As I stroke
Bill's cock, his body is registering pleasure from my hands.
"At the same time, his ass is on fire from the first
part of his whipping. Part of him wants to cum. Another part
knows that the whipping that he's about to receive after he
gets off will make what he just went through a walk in the
park.
"The bottom line, though, excuse the pun, is that Bill
has been trained to be obedient. For that reason, when I
instruct him to cum, he will. Watch this."
Turning her attention back to her husband, Peggy looked
in straight in the eye and spoke to him softly and seductively.
"I want you to cum for me now, Bill. I want you to fill my
hands with your cum so that I can feed it to you. Do you want
to cum now?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"What am I going to do after you cum?"
"Make me lick you hands clean, ma'am."
"And, after you have licked your cum from my hands,
what will you say?"
"Please whip my ass until it bleeds, ma'am."
Peggy's hands never stopped their continuous stroking
of Bill's cock and squeezing of his inflamed ass-cheeks as she
carried on this bizarre conversation with him.
"I want to whip you very, very hard after your orgasm,
Bill. I told you before that I want to show Gloria how far we
have progressed with your training in the last six months.
"Do I have your permission to whip you as hard as I
want to and to ignore your pleas for mercy as I do so?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"I want to hear you say it, Bill. Tell me what you
want me to do after you lick your cum from my hands."
"Please make me cum and then whip me as hard and as
long as you wish to, ma'am. If I should beg you for mercy,
please promise me that you will ignore my begging and show no
mercy."
"I promise, Bill. Now, I want you to cum for me."
As Peggy continued to massage the head of his cock, it
was obvious from the churning of his hips that his orgasm was
close.
Suddenly, his body tensed and a submissive whimper
escaped his lips as his cock began shooting jets of jism into
Peggy's waiting palm.
Her hand quickly filling with his ejaculate, she
removed her right hand from his butt and brought it into play
at the end of his cock.
I saw that both of her hands were filled to cupped-palm
capacity as she raised first one and then the other to Bill's
mouth and held them steady as his tongue laved their contents.
I was amazed to see that as she placed her hands at his
lips, he didn't stall or take his time. He behaved like he was
starving and that the cum was life-sustaining as he hastened to
lick and suck the contents of each hand until they were clean.
Turning to me as she walked over to the table, Peggy
spoke.
"You should commence with the punishment whipping as
soon as possible after Dave's ejaculation to maximize the pain.
"Because of the severity of the whipping, I'll be using
a ball gag. The sound of his screams would be distracting and
I want him to know that not only will I ignore his please, I
won't even hear them through his gag."
Standing next to Bill, Peggy looked into his eyes and
said, simply, "Bill?".
Immediately, his response could be heard. "Please,
ma'am, whip my ass until it bleeds. Please show no mercy..."
At this, his voice broke and he began crying before she
had even started his caning. Jesus. I guessed that he had a
pretty good idea of the pain that was soon to come!
"...and whip me as hard and as long as you wish to."
Peggy didn't even reply to Bill as she fastened the gag
into place around the back of his head. As I watched Peggy
buckle the gag in place, I looked at Bill's ass and legs and
was almost sympathetic to his plight.
The skin from his waist to his knees was varying shades
of red. Across this background of red was a mosaic of welts
that had begun to swell in the aftermath of his paddling and
strapping.
I imagined that a light spanking on that already
punished flesh would be terribly painful. As I waited for
Peggy to continue with his correction, I guessed that a light
spanking was not what she had in mind for him.
Gag fastened in place, Peggy returned to the table and
picked up what appeared to be the end of a can fishing pole.
"It's what it looks like - the end of a can fishing pole. I've
found for shear sting and cutting action there is nothing
better.
"When Bill's at work tomorrow during the day, he will
remember tonight each time that he shifts in his chair. Watch,
you'll see what I mean."
Taking a position perhaps three feet to the side of
Bill's nude body, Peggy extended her arm and merely touched the
business end of the can to his quivering cheeks.
I say that his cheeks were quivering. It would be more
accurate to say that his entire body was quivering. From waist
to ankles Bill was shivering as if he would caught with a
terrible chill.
It was obvious that Bill had been in this position
before and knew full well what to expect. Also obvious was the
fact that what he expected was causing him great distress.
Before Peggy had even started the caning!
The cane was maybe three feet long. After Peggy had
touched it to Bill's butt, she made several whipping motions
with it in the air behind him.
The sound of the cane whistling through the air behind
him caused a visible response from Bill as his shaking
increased. As Peggy made these practice swings, I could see
that the can was very flexible and I imagined that it would
sting terribly.
Finally, she began. Where the paddle and the strap had
been delivered in a rush, the cane fell with perhaps thirty
seconds between strokes. Each stroke left a hellish welt and
most broke the skin with little beads of blood along the length
of the welt.
Bill's groans and cries under the gag were almost
animal-like. After half-a-dozen strokes of the cane, Peggy
stopped the whipping and walked to his side.
Even though the swing of the cane had ceased, Bill
continued to squirm about within the confines of his bindings
and whimper beneath his gag.
As Peggy stood next to him, she reached down to his
flaccid penis and fondled it. As she massaged his genitals,
she crooned to him. "Does it hurt awfully, Bill? I hope so.
I want you to fear me. Without the pain you would probably get
yourself into so much more trouble.
"With the pain, you know that you must be obedient and
all will be well. Are you embarrassed by Gloria watching?
Maybe some day, she will have Dave in your place and I will be
able to hear him cry and see the welts spring up on the skin of
his buttocks.
"Gloria doubts that Dave will be willing to go along
with this program. But you know better. You know how horny a
man is and to what lengths he will go in order to have the
sexual relief that he craves.
"Now, for instance, your cock is hardening as I speak.
You know that your caning has just begun and that,
momentarily, I will resume.
"You know how very much it will hurt your ass and
thighs but you still get excited. I guess that is why people
say that men think with their dicks? Do you think?"
While Peggy spoke, I was able to gather my thoughts
somewhat. Without the sounds of the paddle, strap, and cane
connecting with bare flesh, and the resultant crying and
carrying on that these evinced in Bill, I was able to think.
In a word, I was hornier than a snake. While Peggy had
been whipping Bill, I had felt like a voyeur. I had never been
keen on X-rated movies and such, but the witnessing of his
correction had been like an aphrodisiac.
The thought of having Dave in the same position that
Bill now occupied, was more than a little appealing. The
thought of having Dave as my personal sexual servant was a
turn-on beyond my experience.
Bill, for his part, was becoming more aroused. Peggy
had managed to bring his cock to a full erection and I wondered
if she was going to take him to completion again before
continuing with the cane.
I found myself hoping that she would make him cum again
before she continued. When I questioned my feelings, I was a
bit shocked to realize that I wanted the cane to hurt more.
I didn't begin to understand this. I had no ill
feelings towards Bill and had never felt any animus towards him
before. Why, then, did I want the can to hurt more?
Never having faced such issues before tonight, I was
unprepared for the feelings that his subjugation and
humiliation had wrought in me. My musings were cut short when
I heard my friend speak.
"Should I make you cum again before I continue, Bill?
I just might do so before I finish with your caning. It
depends, partly, on how well you comport yourself during the
remainder of your punishment.
"I want you to make me proud of you. Try to steel
yourself against the pain of the cane's kiss. Try not to be
such a wimp. Time to start again, now."
As Peggy released his penis from her grasp and stepped
back into her whipping position, it bobbed straight up with a
pearl of semen at its "eye".
I was positively shocked to think that I would like to
take Bill's cock into my mouth and make him cum. I had never
entertained the slightest licentious thought with regard to
Bill and certainly would never have thought that I would
fantasize giving him head!
My thoughts came to a screeching halt when I heard the
sound of the cane slicing through the air and connecting with
ass-flesh.
The skin of Bill's buttocks contracted in response to
the muscles beneath that sought to ease the pain of the caning
by spasming.
Peggy had only given Bill maybe eight or ten cuts with
the cane at this point and I wondered how long the punishment
would continue. I wished, although I could not understand the
thought at the time, that the gag were not in place. Instead, I
wished that I could hear Bill cry and beg for mercy. Beg for
mercy, so that Peggy could deny it.
As Peggy had resumed his whipping, Bill had reacted by
losing his erection within two strokes. By five strokes, his
dick was as limp as a dishrag and it was obvious that pleasure
was not his guiding emotion at this point.
Suddenly, Peggy started swinging the cane with the same
rapidity that she had used with the paddle and the strap. With
not more than a few seconds between strokes, she delivered
perhaps a dozen cuts in quick succession.
During this volley, Bill seemingly tried to break from
his bonds. His wrists pulled against the straps confining them
and the chains above his head rattled with his futile attempts.
When Peggy aimed the cane at his vulnerable inner
thighs, he seemed to try to bring his legs together in a futile
attempt to avoid the punishment of this obviously sensitive
area of flesh. The straps around each ankle, of course,
prevented any such defense on his part.
Although Bill's ass was the reddest part of his body -
a result of the paddle and strap having been applied prior to
the cane - the blows to his inner thighs seemed to be causing
him the most distress.
The cane's cutting action that Peggy had spoken of was
now evident in the state of his legs. Where the cane had made
contact, welts had instantly sprung up with big lumps at the
end of each welt where the end of the cane had made its contact
with the skin.
Most of these lumps were spotted with blood and the
lines of the welts showed beads of blood here and there along
their lengths.
After this volley of cuts, Peggy again approached the
hanging, nude body that she had been working on for what seemed
like hours but was probably less than a half-hour.
As before, when she reached his body, she grasped his
cock in her left hand and resumed her teasing massage. This
time, though, she dropped the cane on the floor at her feet
while she caressed her hurting husband.
Continuing her genital massage with her left hand,
Peggy reached down and began fondling the backs of his legs and
buttocks with her right hand.
"Oh, my, Bill. I think that your ass must be hotter
than I've ever felt it. It must feel like it's on fire, I bet.
We're almost done with your caning now and in a moment I'll
finish you up. I'm going to give you another dozen, all of
them across both cheeks of your ass."
When Peggy said this, I could hear Bill moan beneath
his gag and there was no mistaking the supplication implicit in
the tone. I had never considered how much could be
communicated with a gag in one's mouth. That moan had spoken
volumes!
"I told you not to be a wimp, Bill. That little moan
will cost you an extra six strokes with the cane. Would you
like to try for six more after those? What's wrong, Bill? Why
don't I hear another moan? Perhaps because you know that you
babyish begging will only buy you more punishment?
"Of course it is. So, knowing how I would react to
your pathetic moaning, why did you make the first sound? Do
you maybe like this?"
During this fusillade of questions, Bill was totally
silent. He evidently know that Peggy was asked her questions
rhetorically and was not expecting a response from him.
Not that, with a gag in his mouth, he was in any
position to articulate his feelings on the matter. Quite the
contrary. It seemed that she was merely demonstrating the
power of her whip-hand over his will.
She knew, no doubt, that he would love to answer her.
But, she also knew the fear that he had of her. The fear of
her caused by the reality that he was helpless in his bondage
and powerless to resist her further torment of his hanging,
nude body.
Amazingly, in spite of the impending caning that he
knew was to come to his already punished flesh, Bill again
started thrusting his hips forward in response to the
ceaselessly teasing hands of his wife.
His cock again hard, I imagined how close he must be to
a second orgasm and how much he would regret it if he lost
control and was made to endure these last eighteen - God! -
cuts after further draining of his lust.
Mercifully, Peggy let go of his cock before he lost his
seed in her hand. Bringing her left hand around to his ass to
join her other hand, she began a vigorous kneading of his
buttocks with both hands.
The squeezing and hard massaging of his buttocks was
obviously quite painful after all that his ass had been put
through in the last hour, but Bill remained stoic - and silent
- throughout this part of his ordeal. He presumably realized
that Peggy would only add to his tally if he reacted
unsatisfactorily.
As she suddenly released his ass-cheeks, Peggy stooped
down and retrieved the cane from the floor at her feet,
stepping back again into her whipping position. "Say your
prayers, Bill. This is going to hurt you a whole lot more than
it hurts me!"
The next dozen cuts were delivered, again, to both
buttocks and Bill, again, lost his erection immediately. In
addition to the loss of tumidity, Bill began to bawl again in
that little-boy way that I had heard earlier.
Although the gag was firmly in place and it would have
been impossible for Bill to articulate himself in a coherent
fashion, there was no mistaking the sounds issuing from beneath
the gag as the cane fell.
The dozen promised cuts delivered, I remembered the
decreed extra six cuts and knew that the whipping wasn't yet
over. "Well, Bill. The whipping would be over now if you had
conducted yourself a bit more manfully during its execution.
"Remember the extra six? Of course you do. Remember how we
deliver extra punishment cuts? I'm sure that you do."
Peggy swung the cane harder than any previous cut, this time
across the back of Bill's right thigh. Before he could recover
from this undoubtedly excruciating stroke, she returned the
cane to the inside of the same thigh.
Quickly stepping to his opposite side, she swung the cane in a
vicious arc to the back of his left thigh and then to the
inside of the same thigh. Walking around to the front of his
body, Peggy looked Bill in his tear-filled eyes.
"Look at me, Bill. Don't you dare stop looking me in the eyes,
Bill."
Without even needing to look in the direction of her aim, Peggy
suddenly swung the cane at the front of his thighs. I thought,
at first, that she was going to whip his penis and wondered if
that wouldn't injure such a sensitive and vulnerable spot.
I was somewhat relieved to see that she was merely applying the
last two cuts to the fronts of his thighs. Swinging the cane
one last time at his other thigh, Peggy let it drop to the
floor at her feet and stepped forward immediately in front of
Bill, not more than a foot away from his hanging nude body.
Looking over at me with a smile, Peggy "commanded", "Gloria,
come over here.".
Later, after I had gone home, I would wonder why I had so
instantly obeyed her instructions. Then, and later on in the
evening. For now, I merely sprang from my seated position and
joined her next to the nude and punished body of her husband.
Looking at Peggy with a questioning look on my face, I waited
for her to speak.
"Gloria, if you want to go home now, that is all right with me
and I'll understand. Please don't feel that you must stay and
longer. On the other hand, if you would be willing to help me
out a bit, I'd appreciate it."
"What do you want? I want to help you."
"Walk around here, in front of Bill, where he can see you
without turning his head.
"Now, remove all of your clothing, slowly. I want to see what
kind of reaction that it gets from my dear husband. Bill, I
order you not to get hard. If you are able to follow my order,
I'll not be whipping you any more tonight.
"If you fail in this test, I'll be whipping you later tonight
so hard that you'll take your meals standing up for the next
two weeks. Do you understand?"
