He had left the bedroom door open so that they could hear; hear the lash of the belt against the flesh of her bottom; hear the yelps; hear the crying and the sobbing. Then he went back downstairs and sent them up while he got some beers from the fridge. They took advantage of her. While she lay there in pain they touched her; fondled her breasts and fingered her sex and her anus. Her bottom was stinging and yet their fingering brought her some relief. While they fingered her they also talked between themselves, commenting on her cunt, commenting on her wetness. Discussing who was going to fuck her first.
“Rod will go first,” one of them said. “But I wanna go next.”
The other agreed but he also said, “I want first go at her arse though. I reckon she’s never had a cock up there,” he commented as he probed her with a finger.
Rod walked around the bed again for a final check and then sat down beside her. “They’ll be here shortly,” he told her. ‘Then we’ll get started.”
“What have you got planned for me sir?”
He touched her sex. “All will be revealed,” he told her.
“They’re not going to fuck me are they sir?”
His fingers entered her and she sighed. “They were a little peeved last time because I only let them masturbate themselves over you, Marie,” he revealed. “This time after I have punished and fucked you I will give them more time with you.”
She gasped loudly.
“So your guess is as good as mine as to whether or not they fuck you.”
“They’ll fuck me won’t they, sir?”
He began to plunge his fingers in and out of her. “Maybe they will, maybe they won’t.”
She moaned again and Rod could feel his erection straining in his jeans. He looked at his watch; he had a few minutes to spare before they would arrive. “Fuck it,” he said out loud.
He quickly stood up, kicked off his shoes and dropped his trousers. Moments later he was on the bed behind her. Marie cried out as he drove into her. He already knew that his cock was bigger and thicker than John’s. Marie had told him. She had even used her fingers to show him just how much smaller than him John’s cock was. Marie loved his cock inside her and he fucked her hard and fast.
He came quickly. Gripping her hips tightly he pulled her back and forth on his manhood until his cum gushed from him into her. He had just pulled his trousers back on when his doorbell rang. “Perfect timing,” he commented as he slipped his shoes back on.
A few minutes later they were gathered around the bed looking down at her as they swigged on their beers. “May I?” Brad asked.
Rod nodded knowing that he wanted to touch her. Brad moved closer and began to finger her. “There’s nothing like a freshly fucked cunt,” he commented. Rod already knew that, having fucked his ex-wife many times while he watched and waited until he finished before feasting on her.
Brad climbed on the bed behind her and pressed his mouth against her, catching Rod’s cum oozing from her. Marie moaned loudly. It was doubtful if she had ever had this done to her before. Doug was watching with interest as Brad lapped away at her cunt. He turned to Rod. Rod knew what he wanted even before he spoke. Rod nodded and Doug smiled as he hastily unbuckled his belt.
“No,” Marie called out as she realised that Doug was about to fuck her.
Rod stopped him as clambered onto the bed and picked up the cane. “What was that you said, Marie?”
“I… I… Ouch!” she cried out as Rod brought the cane down on her bottom.
“What did you say?” he asked as he tapped her bottom gently with the cane.
“Yes, sir,” she responded. “I said yes.”
“That’s better, Marie,” he told her, “and when Doug has finished you will say ‘thank you’.”
“Yes, sir,” she responded.
Doug quickly scrambled back onto the bed and mounted her. Rod sat down on a chair and watched as he pounded her. Marie cried out as her orgasms hit her and gave a final ‘thank you’ as she felt him climax inside her. There was no protest when Brad took his place; just a loud thankful moan as he plunged his cock into her. Rod smiled wryly to himself as he watched Brad fuck her. It seemed like a role reversal. It wasn’t all that long ago when it had been Brad watching him fuck; watching him fuck his wife.
When had Brad had finished Rod stood up, it was now time to get to the business in hand and he picked up the leather belt. Marie’s bottom was quite wet and sticky and so he picked up a towel and dried her.
“Time for your punishment now, Marie,” he said softly as he ran his hand over her bottom. “You know this is nothing personal don’t you? I’ve been paid to do a job and I have to do it.”
“Yes, sir,” she responded quietly.
“What is she being punished for?” Brad asked.
Rod told him.
“Never seen a woman play with herself before.” Doug commented.
“I used to watch Sal a lot. She really got into it didn’t she Rod?”
Rod nodded and looked at his watch. “Would you like to watch her lads?” he asked. “She has time to put on a show for us.”
“Please don’t make me do it, sir,” Marie cried out.
Rod stepped closer and drew back the belt. A loud yell filled the room. “What was that Marie?”
“Sorry sir,” she sobbed.
Moments later they had released her from her bonds and had adjusted the pillows so that Marie was lying back on just one pillow. Rod sat at her side. “Okay, Marie,” he said. “Open your legs wide and raise your knees.”
Marie obeyed, looking up at Brad and Doug who were standing at the end of the bed.
Her right hand slipped between her legs and touched her mound then her fingers rose as her forefinger began to rub against her clitty. “That’s a good girl, Marie. Make yourself cum.”
Rod had no idea if she had ever done this before in front of other people but she closed her eyes and began to concentrate. “Think about the beating with the belt that’s coming to you,” Rod said softly. “Then think about the fucking we’re going to give you after it, as well.”
Marie groaned.
“We’re going to tie you down again and fuck you like the slut you are, Marie.”
She groaned again as her fingers moved faster over her clitty. Rod reached over and with eager fingers touched her sex again, this time inserting some inside her.
“This is what you like isn’t it Marie,” he said softly. “A good, hard punishment with the belt and a good hard fucking afterwards, don’t you?”
She cried out in agreement as Brad and Doug stepped closer to get a better view, stroking their erections at the same time. “Look at them Marie,” Rod told her, “Open your eyes and look at them stroking their cocks for you Marie.”
Marie cried out loudly as soon as she saw them. Rod pulled his hand away from her and stood back so that they could get a better view. He was horny too and was tempted as well to take his cock out and stroke it but he held back. “That’s it Marie, my sweet slut,” he coaxed. “Come for us. The belt awaits you and so do our cocks.”
“Oh god,” she yelled out. “Oh god.”
The men stood and watched as her body writhed upon the bed and her moans and cries filled the room; they stood and watched until her orgasm subsided, waiting patiently to take their turn and satisfy themselves with her.
But first it was Rod’s turn; Rod’s turn to satisfy himself with her body, satisfy himself by dispensing punishment upon her. Marie got up onto her knees and allowed him to place the pillows back onto the bed and then she resumed her position. The other men stood back and watched as Rod fastened the binds again. He took his time, taunting and teasing as he did so.
“You know what’s coming now don’t you Marie?” he said as he slowly fastened her left ankle to the binding.
“Yes,” she sniffled.
“It’s going to hurt Marie, you know that don’t you?” he said moving to her right ankle.
“Yes,” she sniffled again.
“You’ve forgotten the Sir, Marie,” he told her. “You’ve forgotten to address me properly Marie. That’s disrespect Marie and I won’t put up with it. I don’t put up with disrespect from my sluts.”
“Sorry sir,” she responded as he fastened down her right ankle.
“That will be extra, Marie,” he told her as took hold of her right wrist. “Extra punishment for you.”
“Yes sir.”
He gave her bottom a playful slap as he moved around the bed to her left side; the side where the belt and cane lay on the bedside table. Marie gave out a small yell which he ignored as he took hold of her left wrist.
So Marie,” he said quietly into her ear. “How many strokes of the belt should I be giving you this time?”
“S-s-s-s six sir.”
“And how many of the cane?”
“I… I meant six in all from the belt and the cane sir.”
Rod sat down on the edge of the bed and ran his hand between her wide open thighs. She was already very wet. “Marie,” he responded firmly, “You know full well that six of the best is not enough, don’t you?”
“Yes sir.”
“How many?”
“T-t-t twelve sir,” she stuttered. “Twelve of the best.”
“I agree,” he said as he stood up. “Twelve of the best from the belt and twelve of the best from the cane.”
“But sir.”
He ignored her as he opened the bedside drawer and took out a black silk scarf to blindfold her. It added to the punishment. She wouldn’t be able to see. She wouldn’t be able to see him pick up the implement of her punishment. She wouldn’t be able see his raised arm and neither would she be able to know when to tense her muscles to help alleviate the pain. She may be able to hear the swish of the implement but by then it would too late; contact would have been made with the flesh and the pain would surge through her body.
Marie was already moaning softly even before the first stroke was administered. As soon as he pulled away from the bed after blindfolding her, her body began to shake and the moans escaped from her lips.
“Please be gentle sir,” she sobbed. “Please be gentle.”
He smiled as he rubbed her bottom with one hand while his other hand gripped the belt tightly. Normally Rod was a kind man; a caring man, quite often a gentle man too, but put him with a vulnerable woman in this type of situation and his sadistic streak came out. Marie was naked and at his mercy and the belt was in his hand; his cock twitched as he raised his arm. It twitched again as his arm came down.
As sadistic as he may have been he also knew the boundaries; he knew just how far to take things. As with all his submissive encounters, he took his time to find out their limits. They all cried; they all sobbed, many even begged for him to stop to no avail, but they all stayed within their tolerance zone. He made sure of that. Though he pushed them all to limits well out of their comfort zones; though he would break even the strongest of wills and most stubborn of their sex, none would be made to bear more than they could take.
Afterwards he would fuck them; some hard and rough and others with tenderness and love. Rod knew exactly what each one needed. After they had orgasmed he would pull the duvet over them and lie with them. Even though racked with pain and still sobbing, he comforted them, loved them and made them feel special once again. When it was time to go he would join them in the shower; help them dry themselves, help them dress and then send them on their way. He knew that though they would experience difficulty in sitting down for the next few days and that welts and marks would take even longer to heal, they all left feeling fully satisfied and with thoughts of their next visit stirring sexual excitement inside them.
