Penny's Correction Ch. 03

Penny’s Correction – 3.

As I drove home from Peter Wellington’s office at Hard Electronics neither of us spoke. My wife clutched her jacket closed attempting, but with only limited success, to conceal her breasts. The breasts, which hitherto had been only mine to touch, and which Peter had fondled then left bare. Bill, the security man downstairs, must have noticed her difficulty. Did he know what had happened? Had he heard her scream? Was he complicit? We were silent as we glided past him, both traumatised by the events of the last three hours in Peter’s office. We both wanted to get out of there as soon as possible.

God, that experience had gone far further than I had expected. Peter, my wife’s boss, had beaten Penny hard. I knew that it was something she had craved and which I could not give her. Now the deed had been done. She had been punished hard; eighteen strokes of the cane, expertly administered. Not to mention the warm up with the punishment strap for being late, for which I had to admit some responsibility. Peter had not held back. He had delivered a punishment that any third party would have consider severe. What an outcome! I had made the arrangements surreptitiously with Peter, as I knew that this was something my wife had craved; but perhaps things had gone too far. We would have to see.

It was not surprising that she was exhausted after her ordeal. I took her upstairs and carefully shed her only remaining clothing, her skirt and jacket. Her breasts were red and sore, caused by his attention after I had left the room. But what really attracted my eye as she laid on her front on the bed, were her curved firm protruding buttocks, covered with a criss cross of blue and white welts and heavy bruising, over the deep red blemished skin. There were only three of four blood spots, but her bottom was sore with the prominent cruel looking white welts. I reached out touched them. She winced. “You will have to be gentle,” she told me. I couldn’t stop my cock from hardening in my trousers.

I went to the bathroom, retrieved some soothing balm and started to apply it to her bottom. Her legs were tightly closed as I smoothed the paste over the lovely firm but bruised mounds of her buttocks. I could not help but notice the white encrustation on her bottom. I was puzzled but continued to gently sooth the hot mounds with the ointment, removing the crust as I did so. Penny sighed deeply. I applied some balm to the backs of her thighs, which, although not as badly desecrated as her backside, held four vivid cut marks from the cane.

With a gentle touch I encouraged her legs apart. Liquid oozed from her vagina. Globules dropped out on to the bed. This was more than her normal secretion after an orgasm. This was thicker and more copious. Oh God, I suddenly realised what it was. This was semen; and there was a lot of it. Of course; the crust on her buttocks also……

We had barely spoken since leaving Peter’s office. I lent down, kissed her neck as I whispered in her ear: “Did he come inside you?” It was bloody obvious; but I had to ask even though the proof was staring me in the face.

“Yes,” she whimpered. My cock jumped.

“Oh, Penny. That’s terrible.”..

“He came twice.”

My heart jumped in my chest. “Oh my God.”

“Yes. First on my bum then later inside me.”

“Oh no.” I applied more balm to the welts on her buttocks. My fingers slipped down to touch the glob. “Did you agree? Did you want him to?” I desperately needed to know.

“Oh John darling,” she sighed. She hesitated. “Well,…. I didn’t actually say that he could. I was not in any position to resist.” She turned and looked me in the eye. “I was bound to that chair….” She paused. “I am so, so sorry, darling.” Penny gave a little cry. “Did you think…. when he sent you out of the room…. Did you know that he was going to…. ” She stretched out a hand to touch the front of my trousers. She had no difficulty in finding the solid cock straining against the material.

“Oh, no Penny. No. I never thought that he would.”

She squeezed my penis. “Were you hard next door wondering what he was doing with me.”

“Oh, God, darling. I couldn’t help myself. I was so aroused thinking of you with him.” I kissed her as I slipped my hand to her pubic mound. I was now massaging the slime of Peter’s spunk over the lips of her labia. My cock was aching as she held it tightly. I was so close to coming. “Was it… err…. good?” My voice was croaking. The semen was still leaking out of her. I continued rubbing it on her vulva.

“Oh God, John. Yes, it was so…. oh….er.. fulfilling.” My cock jumped again in my trousers. “Oh, darling, that feels so good,” she told me as my finger slipped in to her vagina. She eased my zip down and I turned my body to make it easier for her. Shortly she had freed my solid member, then tightened her now naked grip of it.

I lifted her hips so her buttocks were raised high. I moved behind her. I was so hard after all the activity. I desperately wanted her. I held my cock to the wet lips of her labia. There was so much secretion. Both hers and his, I thought. I needed no effort to push the shaft hard into her deliciously sodden vagina. There was no resistance, just a silky wet smooth tunnel. It was glorious. She bucked up her red and blue bruised backside, pushing back on me, as she sighed deeply. At last, after a long day on edge watching my wife being manhandled and beaten, I was having my pleasure from her. I soon felt the build up and then the dam burst as I pumped my spunk to join that of Peter’s inside her. She moaned loudly and shrieked as she orgasmed moments after.

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On Sunday Penny received a text from Peter:

“Penny,

The process of recompense for your loss of data undertaken in my office yesterday was successfully completed. I was particularly impressed with your willingness to address the issue and by your acceptance of the consequential chastisement.

I wish to retain you as my PA. Please take the next few days off to recompose yourself. I hope to see you at work on Thursday. We will not mention this again unless there is cause.

Peter”

Penny and I laughed as we read it. “You see, I told you that you would keep your job,” I said. After a short discussion she replied:

“Peter,

Thank you for your message. I was glad to put myself in your hands after my indiscretion and am delighted that you will want me to continue in my previous position. I will see you on Thursday.

Penny.”

Penny took the three days of work staying at home and relaxing, initially she spent time mostly lying on her stomach in bed or on the sofa in the sitting room. But the pain quickly subsided, although the bruising took longer to go.

Each evening, on my return from work, I would pamper her, putting balm on her buttocks, cook her supper and serve her drinks. She was content and she soon returned to her normal cheerful self.

On the Thursday morning she dressed in her conservative office outfit and went to work as normal. That evening I asked her how it had gone.

“Oh, he was his usual charming self.”

“But, did he mention last Saturday?”

“No, neither of us did. It was as if it had never happened.”

That evening we made love gently.

Life returned to normal. The bruising on Penny’s behind gradually diminished, although the sight of the cane marks continued to excite me as I put the balm on each evening and morning. On Saturday afternoon it was pouring with rain as we sat in the sitting room with the remains of a bottle of Burgundy after our lunch.

I sat on the sofa next to Penny and put my arm around her shoulders. I kissed her cheek. “Are you thinking about this time last week?” I asked her.

“Mmmm.” She turned and kissed me. “Yes.” We were both, I suspect, a bit embarrassed to discuss the events in the cold light of day.

“So am I.” I replied. “It was very good wine he gave us.”

She laughed and hit me gently on the thigh. “Is it the wine that you were remembering.”

“Of course.”

She grabbed my cock and squeezed it hard. “Ouch.”

“Serves you right.”

We were silent for a couple of minutes, each of us absorbed with our own thoughts. My hand rested on her covered breast. It was time for me to come clean. I felt that it was time for me to explain myself:

“Penny, you need to know that I was responsible for the terrible beating the you received from Peter.” I told her.

She paused and didn’t say anything for a moment or two. I wondered if she had heard me. She then leaned up and kissed me again. “Yes. I know,” she said.

I was surprised. “What?”

“Yes, I knew. Peter told me all about your conversation in the club after your game of tennis when you had agreed to let him discipline me.”

“Oh, God. Why didn’t you stop it then? You could have prevented it.”

“Well, here is something that may surprise you.” “Three months ago, before you and he discussed it I was having a drink with Peter and I secretly told him of my desire to be punished. I explained that you were unwilling to do it. I asked him to give me a beating, I told him that I wanted you to be present. I also told him that it should come from you. You should instigate it, I told him. If you were to organise it you would be complicit.”

“My God. So you got Peter to persuade me to encourage him to beat you. That’s weird!”

“Well it sounds strange but that is pretty well what happened.”

We were silent again. I was deep in thought. “Penny,” I broke the silence.

“Mmmm.”

“Were you turned on when he beat you?”

“Oh John! God darling, it is so embarrassing. I really can’t explain.”

I kissed her on the lips. “Tell me,” I told her.

“Oh God. The build up…. the anticipation…. was.. how can I put it…. err… it was tremendously exhilarating. My heart was thumping in my chest whenever I thought about what was to happen.” She looked up to me and smiled.

“Go on.”

“The pain was terrible, but I wanted it. I needed it. I felt like a naughty young girl. The strap was so thrilling. It brought a warm glow over me. If he had stopped then it would have been fine. I was ready for you to make love to me.”