She looked down at his dark red cheeks, bruises already forming. Then she looked at the plate. It was still glazed with his cum. “Tsk, tsk. I thought I gave very simple instructions.” She stood back ready with the paddle again, and called out for the speaker to set another two minute timer.
“You should probably do what she said this time.” I commented, fascinated that I was already starting to feel comfortable interjecting myself into the scene.
“Indeed.” Kathy said, just as the timer called out ‘starting now’ and she swung the paddle down hard again and again.
I watched as through what must have been intense pain of these vicious post orgasm paddle swats, pig-fuck struggled to get his mouth to the plate and slurp up his own cum from it. Straining his neck and tongue to clean every drop of slime from the plate. Managing to get the tip of his tongue on the last drop just as the timer went off, he went limp against the table, whimpering in pain.
Kathy ran her fingertips over his battered ass, “Oooh, damn.” She turned to me, “he’s going to feel that for weeks!” She then walked back to the chair holding the duffel bag, setting the paddle on the chair, and reaching into the bag mysteriously again. This time her hand emerged holding the shiny chrome chastity cage. Turning the key to release the small brass lock, she opened the device, separating the two pieces of the unit. “Stand up.” She ordered pig-fuck.
He stood, and his eyes bulged when he saw what she held.
“That was the only time you’re going to cum.” She stated plainly as she knelt in front of him and made quick work of attaching the device, and relocking it. Standing, she gave his metal encased dick a flick of her finger, then she looked in her hand at the key. “Hmm… we need to keep this someplace safe. Wouldn’t want to lose it.” She teased. To me directly she said, “You’re in charge of this.” Handing me the key.
Making the decision in that moment to just lean fully into the scene, I looked her up and down, licked my lips, reached out my hand for the key, saying “Yeah, better keep this safe.” I emphasized the last work in a mocking tone.
Kathy handed me the key and I put it in the coin pocket of my jeans, which were currently very uncomfortably tight. She noticed the bulge and bent down to run her hand up my thigh to my crotch. Giving my cock a good squeeze through my pants.
“Help me with my skirt, would you?” She turned her hip to me so I could unzip the short zipper which would allow her to remove the long, tight pencil skirt. I took my time with it, not only to enjoy myself, but also to put on a show to continue pig-fuck’s humiliation. I started with one hand on her back, then moved it downward, finally touching that amazing ass I’d lusted after for so long. I used my other hand to very slowly lower the zipper. Then I helped her pull the dress down to the floor. She stepped one foot out of the skirt, using her other in a quick motion to send it flying to a corner of the room. She moved to stand directly in front of me, turning herself in a slow circle so I could have a good look at the complete outfit. I saw that the braless halter was connected to sheer lace panties. So sheer in fact that I could clearly see the lips of her smooth hairless pussy.
“Can I sit down?” Meekly from pig-fuck.
“Who the fuck said you could speak?” Kathy whipped around to him. “Did someone say you could speak?”
“N-No Miss.” he spoke to the ground.
Turning back to me, she said, “I guess we’re going to have to plug up his holes.” Stepping over to the bag again, she reached in and came out with three items. The wide silvery anal plug, the ball gag, and a small bottle of lube.
I looked at the lube with a questioning eyebrow raise.
She smirked, and said, “I’m not a monster!” Then to pig-fuck, she said, “On your knees.”
His eyes were wide, but he knelt down again. Kathy placed the ball of the gag to his lips and pressed with a wordless command. Pig-fuck complied, opening his mouth wide to accept the red rubber inside. She reached around his head to buckle the gag tightly, checking with two fingers that it was tight enough to not be dislodged. She continued her silent domination of him, pushing his head down, forcing him to bend over the table as he had been during the paddling. Then pushing on the middle of his back, to which he responded by pressing his chest against the table, sticking his burning ass as high as it could go. Finally, she popped the top of the lube bottle, and drizzled a fair amount on the tip of the plug. Closing the bottle to place it on the table, she spread the slippery gel all over the wide bulb. She bent down and I saw his body clench as she pressed the tip against his anus. He gripped the table tightly as she pushed the plug deeper, finally relaxing just slightly as an audible ‘plop’ told me that bulbous device had crossed the threshold.
“Stand.” She spoke at last. He pushed himself up uncomfortably. She grabbed his ear again, pulling him into a position directly in from the couch facing me. “Stay here until we say otherwise. Understood?”
“Mmmph mmph” through the gag, then just nodded.
“Good. Now, I think I’ve ignored our guest for far too long.” She stepped back to me, motioning with her hand for me to scoot over to the middle of the couch, which I did. She straddled my lap, long arms draped over my shoulders. Her beautiful breasts were mere inches away from my face. I looked up at her shining blue eyes, she smiled and leaned in, pulling my face to hers in a deep, wet kiss.
We made out like teenagers for several minutes. I barely remembered that her husband was still standing there gagged, with a plug shoved firmly up his blistered ass. I explored her amazing body with my hands, she ground herself against my crotch through my jeans. We would occasionally unlock our lips from each other to allow our mouths to explore as well. When my tongue reached a nipple, she shuddered and arched her back.
“Mmmm.” I made a sound of appreciation as I flicked my tongue across her nipple playfully.
Kathy looked at me again, bit the corner of her bottom lip then leaned in to whisper, “Let’s get you out of these clothes, yeah?”
I didn’t need to be told twice. She stood to allow me freedom of movement to strip down. I kicked my shoes and socks off quickly, then took off my jeans first to allow my cock more freedom. Then followed with my shirt, and finally lowering my boxers and slipping them off. If you counted the gag and plug, I was now the only one in the room not wearing anything at all. I felt pig-fuck’s eyes from across the room on me. I had been concerned that I would have trouble performing for an audience, but when I glanced between him and Kathy, seeing the pain on his face, and the lustful desire in hers, my dick filled with the last rush of blood it needed to come fully to life.
Kathy ran a single finger gently up my thigh, adding a second finger as she reached my balls, then up the underside of the length of my cock to the tip. “Mmmm…” she was biting her lip again.
I gasped in a quick breath as her fingers left me. She pressed her hand against my chest just hard enough to guide me back into sitting on the couch. Standing in front of me again, she slowly removed the little black outfit. Although I could already see basically everything, I was still excited to see her fully nude. My member twitched as she stepped out of the flimsy pile of ribbon, and tossed it in the general direction of our other clothes. She then climbed onto the couch on her knees to my right, and gently laid herself face down across my lap.
“I’ve been a little naughty too.” She purred. “Will you give me a spanking?”
I ran my hand over the perfect bubbles of her tight ass. Then looked up at pig-fuck, I saw the pain in his eyes and for half a second I felt sorry for him. I knew from our talk the previous week that he’d always wanted to spank her, and she’d never let him. The feeling went away as quick as it came, as I remembered why we were here, and I felt the smooth skin of her ass in my hand.
I patted her ass a few times, each a little harder, but none an actual swat. Then I pulled my hand back and brought it down sharply with a ‘crack’ against the tan skin. I swung again at the other cheek and another loud ‘crack’ pierced the room.
“Wooo…” Kathy squirmed on my lap for a moment, then settled down and lifted her ass back into the air. “Thank you, sir. Please spank me more.”
I happily obliged her request, bringing my hand down hard on her bare cheeks over and over a couple dozen or more times. Watching as the skin turned pink, then red under the barrage of my swats.
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