If she knew what kind of punishment she was putting me through, she certainly didn’t show it. “So, Friday! Yay!” She lifted her glass.
“To Friday!” I raised my pint to clink hers then threw back the entire contents. Looking around until I caught sight of the server to wave them over for a much needed third round.
We stopped after the third drink and four shared appetizer orders, and went our ways separately. Home and in bed, I lay awake thinking about the weekend. I was excited, horny, sad, hurt, happy, vengeful, malevolent… I didn’t know what I should feel. Eventually, I just jerked my dick thinking of Kathy being at least partially mine for a short time, and finally fell asleep.
The rest of the week passed slower than any week of work I could remember. Mercifully, though, it was Friday again, my favorite day of the week. Kathy and I had shared a few short conversations here and there, throughout the week, but nothing in depth until Friday morning, when she asked me to wait after my shift to follow her home that night, so we’d arrive together. To say it was a long day would be a huge understatement. As long as it seemed to last, it did eventually come to an end. Then I waited, again doom scrolling on my phone, waiting for her shift to end and the evening’s festivities to begin.
What seemed like hours after my shift had ended, she came into the break room. “You ready?” she asked, with the first hint of any trepidation I’d heard from her all week.
“As ready as I’ll ever be, all things considered.”
“I parked next to you. Let’s go give pig-fuck everything his cheatin’ ass deserves!” The momentary caution I’d heard before was gone.
Pulling up to Kathy’s house, I had one last pang of doubt. However it was erased instantly as I watched her hop happily out of her Jeep, and reach into the back seat to retrieve a large black duffle bag. She looked at me in my car, patted the bag and flashed a big grin. Then she stood there and waited for me to come meet her.
“So, what’s the plan?” I asked, as I approached her.
“Just like we talked about. I’ll take the lead. You follow along and back me up.” She stood up on her tip-toes to put her lips to mine briefly in a gentle, but sensual kiss. “Okay?”
Any doubt I was still harboring melted away in that kiss. Just as much as pig-fuck, I was powerless to do anything but what this exquisite creature asked of me. “Okay.” I said. “Let’s do this.”
Paul met us at the front door, head down, but obviously trying to put on an air of control. “Uh, Hi.”
Kathy didn’t respond, just slid past him through the door, dragging me by the hand along. Once we were all inside, the silence was palpable. No one said anything until she, looking at her watch said, “Twenty four hours, starting…” She watched her watch closely. “Now!” She immediately pointed to Paul. “You. Your name in now pig-fuck. You will be known as pig or fuck or pig-fuck, but otherwise, you don’t have a name. Strip. Now.”
Paul, I mean, pig-fuck, stammered, “I uh, you mean right now, baby?”
Kathy put a hand on her hip, “This is your only warning. I own you for the next 24 hours. You have only two choices; do ev-er-y-th-ing I say, the instant I say it, or use the safe word.” She paused to see if he’d say anything, “If you do. Everything stops, but I’ll start packing my things.” She paused and looked at him. “You may say yes Miss, no Miss.” She glanced at me. “Or yes Sir, no Sir during this time. Am I understood?”
“Y-y-yes Miss.” pig-fuck said, face pointed to the ground.
Kathy looked at me with an eyebrow raised. Not sure I knew what she was asking for, but hoping I was reading the signals right, I put on my best authoritarian tone and said, “The lady asked you a question, pig-fuck. Is. She. Understood?”
“Yes Sir!” pig-fuck said. Then turned to Kathy and added in the same tone, “Yes Miss!”
“That’s better.” she said. “Now. Strip.”
There was a moment of hesitation, but only a brief one, before pig-fuck started taking off his clothes. He wasn’t a muscular or particularly lean man, with a bit of a ‘dad-bod’ despite he and Kathy not having any kids. However his youth compared to me was painfully obvious as he shed his shirt and took down his pants. I couldn’t help but to compare myself to him mentally as he stood there in nothing but a pair of boxer-briefs.
“Did I say ‘strip to your undies’? No. I said fucking STRIP.” Any hint of doubt was completely gone, she’d obviously let herself go completely into the role. “If I have to repeat myself again, I’m going to call this off and start packing.”
To his credit, pig-fuck quickly slid his underwear down his legs and kicked them off into a corner. Now standing before us completely nude. Despite the humiliation he’d already endured, I could see that his cock was not completely flaccid. Some part of him was enjoying this little spectacle.
“Better.” Kathy said sternly. Then pointed to the next room, “Into the living room, go.”
I watched in amazement as pig-fuck didn’t hesitate as he led the way. Kathy picked up the duffle bag and followed with me close behind. The living room contained a couch with a narrow table behind it, and two armchairs arranged around a dark wooden coffee table all arranged neatly on a short pile area rug. Kathy walked to the coffee table and placed the bag on it. Then gestured to pig-fuck to come stand in front. Taking the queue myself, I went and sat on the couch to watch the show.
Unzipping the bag just enough to reach inside, she shoved a hand in and came out with the large wooden paddle. Easily 20 inches long, half and inch thick and several holes drilled through the business end. She handed it to me to inspect, and I ran it through my hands. This thing was heavy, and hard. I enjoy a good spanking from time to time, but fuck, this thing was a menace! As I nodded approval and handed it back to her, I noticed pig-fuck’s cock twitch just a little. I guess he really does like being spanked. Too bad for him, I knew what was coming on that front, and he was not going to enjoy what was about to happen.
“Oops, forgot something.” Kathy said, and left the room quickly, paddle still in hand. Leaving me and pig-fuck alone. Not knowing what I was supposed to do in this situation, I chose to keep my eyes focused hard on her ass as she left, and glued to the spot she’d vanished around the corner until she returned. She came back a moment later, with a small blue ceramic plate. “There we go.” She said placing the plate on the coffee table, and the paddle across the top of the bag.
She turned to me with a smile, knowing that I had no clue what this part was about. A plate had never come into play during our discussion. I shrugged as if to say ‘this is your party.’ In response, Kathy untucked her blouse from her long pencil skirt and raised it over her head. Underneath she wore a silken black ribbon halter number forming a sort of pentagram around, but not covering her perfect perky tits. I drank in the view. They were even more delicious than I could have imagined. Small, but not tiny, perky, pert and upturned at the bottom in a gorgeous parabola up to almost perfectly circular, quarter sized areola. Those punctuated by small, but obviously very hard nipples.
My breath caught in my throat, and I might have muttered “Holy shit.”
She turned to pig-fuck, looked him up and down, then sat down on the couch next to me. “Jerk it. Quick, cum on that plate. Be quick about it.”
Stunned, but still afraid to do anything other than follow every instruction to the letter, he picked up the plate in one hand and started pulling on his dick with the other. His eyes went from the plate to Kathy’s tits and back again, always avoiding looking in my direction. She noticed this and moved closer to me, reaching an arm behind my back, and using the other to gently stroke my thigh. I expected this to hamper his actions, but if anything he started stroking faster. For my part, I stopped paying too much attention to him and let myself enjoy Kathy’s fingertips caressing my thigh. My cock soon straining against the jeans I’d foolishly worn.
Something in his breathing must have told Kathy that he was getting close, she smiled and stood slowly. Picking up the paddle, she moved the bag to one of the chairs and walked around him. She tapped his ass with the paddle, his breath sped. She gave one sharp crack of the paddle against his ass, and he started stroking even faster, hand a blur on his cock. One more crack of the paddle, and he grunted, muscles contracting, body twitching.
“Get it ALL on the plate.” She warned
It was a timely warning, he repositioned the plate just in time to catch the first spurt of jizz. Moving it in place as he continued to empty his balls spurt by spurt. When the first twitch of his cock didn’t produce any new cum, she slapped his hand away from his cock.
Taking the plate and placing it on the table, she reached up and grabbed his ear. Pulling it roughly, she dragged him around to the side of the table. “On your knees.” She commanded, and he did. “Bend over and put your ass in the air.” And he did. “Now, I’m going to blister your ass with this paddle for two full minutes. While I’m doing that, ” She slid the plate directly under his face, “You’re going to clean this plate. If there’s anything left when the timer goes off, I start over. Understand?”
“Uh, uh, but…” He looked at Kathy, as she stood holding the paddle, eyes hard on him. “Yes Miss.”
She called out to her Smart speaker device to set a timer for 2 minutes. The instant it said ‘starting now’ the paddle came down hard on his bare ass.
“Ahhhh!” He shrieked, and reached back to grab his cheeks.
“Only warning for the rest of the night, pig-fuck, stay in position and do as your told.” She then called out to have the timer reset. Again, when it said ‘starting now’, the paddle stuck hard.
He cried out again, but gripped the table tightly and didn’t let go. She rained down swats of that nasty paddle on his backside over and over, each swat making him jump and twitch and convulse. She didn’t let up or say a word until the timer went off. Tears flowed freely from his eyes, and the involuntary tremors of real pain shuddered through his legs and arms.
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