Punishment Ch. 03

Punishment -- Chapter 3

In chapter 1, Bill informs his attractive wife, Julie, that he has done something which, if revealed, could send him to prison. A man named Charles knows of this crime, but has agreed to keep it secret if Julie will submit sexually to him. Giving his wife to Charles will be his punishment for the crime. Julie has BDSM fantasies and agrees. Bill is tied to a chair and forced to watch as Charles puts Julie through her paces. Julie narrates the story.

In chapter 2, Charles continues to play with Julie in front of her husband. The "victims" cannot hide the sexual pleasure they get from being punished. It ends with Julie assuring Bill that they were going to be okay.

A week passed without us hearing from Charles. Our old life went on like nothing had happened. Then on a Thursday afternoon I got a call.

"Hello, Julie. Have you missed me?"

The sound of Charles' deep growl sent a shiver down my back. I had been expecting to hear from him any day, demanding another session to keep punishing my hapless husband. The fact was I'd been looking forward to it. But I wasn't going to admit that to him.

"No, Charles. I haven't missed you. Your treatment of my husband was positively sadistic."

He laughed. "Being punished is not supposed to be fun."

"It certainly wasn't fun for Bill," I said, although I knew deep down that wasn't true.

"He's paying the price for his transgression. But what about you? How did do you feel?"

"I felt taken advantage of--made to do unspeakable things."

Charles snorted. "And you got off on it, big time. Well, you're both going to get another dose. Cancel all plans for the weekend. I'll be arriving at six tomorrow night and staying through Sunday. Be ready with two bottles of champagne and dinner for four."

"Four?"

He chuckled. "See you tomorrow. Wear something sexy."

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When Bill came home that night, I let him have it.

"Charles called today to say he's coming tomorrow for dinner and staying the weekend! And he's bringing someone with him! This is too much, Bill. His last visit was punishment enough. You have to make him stop!"

Bill took a deep breath and hugged me. "You know I can't do that," he wailed. "He can ruin us. We have to go along. I know him. He'll tire of us after a while and leave us alone."

"Oh, Bill. I felt so ashamed after last time, the way he made me lose control. It was like I had been seized by some irresistible tentacles.."

"I know," he said. "I felt them too."

As I leaned into Bill's comforting hug, I felt his cock hardening against my stomach. His hand dropped to cup my butt.

"No Bill," I said, pulling back. "Charles said you were not allowed to touch me while you're being punished. He'll make me tell him."

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All day that Friday I fretted about the command dinner party. What should I serve? What should I wear? Who would be coming with Charles? Would I be forced to have sex with another man? Or woman?

Ultimately, I chose my favorite lemon chicken recipe and a short, clingy wool dress with four-inch heels. Charles had told me to wear something sexy, and this dress did a good job of outlining my curves without being blatantly slutty. I could have ignored his command and worn something more appropriate for the hostess of a dinner party, but I didn't want to.

Bill came home early from work and remained in his business suit. I had him pick up two bottles of good Champagne on the way home.

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The stage was set. My best tableware was laid out on our dining table. The wine was being kept cold in two fancy ice buckets. The chicken was ready to be served with five minutes notice. If I had to put on a dinner party, I was going to do it right.

Promptly at six the doorbell rang. Intensely curious about the extra person, I went to the door. If I was expecting, and secretly hoping for, another hunk like Charles, I was disappointed. Staring back at me with a knowing look in her eyes was an good looking, middle-aged blonde.

My eyes darted back and forth between her and Charles. He stood speechless and grinning, letting the moment play out, watching my reaction as I absorbed the implication of his bringing a woman to Bill's punishment session.

She was tall and slender, with a pretty but severe face. Her obviously dyed hair was piled on her head and secured with a bun. She could have been a school headmistress, or a high-priced lawyer.

For five long seconds we sized each other up. She was wearing an expensive pants-suit with a frilly white blouse. The suit jacket was open to reveal substantial breasts underneath. Over her arm was a large purse. I shuddered as it occurred to me that it was big enough to serve as an overnight bag.

"Well, Charles," she said, keeping her eyes on me, "Julie doesn't disappoint. I'm going to enjoy this."

Charles smiled as he introduced us. "Julie, this is my friend Barbara. Barbara, this is Julie, wife of the bad boy."

"Please come in," I said, as if they were neighbors making a social call. I stood back as they entered. Bill came up behind me.

"Ah, here's Bill," said Charles. "Meet Barbara, Bill. She'll be helping me with your punishment this weekend. You are to obey her like you obey me. Do you understand?"

Bill blanched. "You said nothing about bringing another person into this."

"Barb is not just another person. She's the only one beside you and me who knows what you did. In return for letting you avoid the scandal of going to prison, she insisted on participating in your private punishment. She believes that people who break the law should pay a price."

"That's right, sweetie," she said, tweaking Bill under the chin. "Now kiss my hand...that's a good boy."

She slapped him lightly on each cheek, then turned to me. "Nice-looking husband you have, my dear. And so easily cowed. Does he satisfy your needs? From what Charles tells me, I think not. I'll teach him a few things."

Charles laughed. "As you can see, Barb is a take-charge kind of woman. Do as she says, and the weekend will go fine. Otherwise..."

"Champagne cocktails are ready in the living room," I said, trying to break the spell Barb seemed to have on my husband.

We got our drinks. Charles directed Bill and me to sit on the sofa, while he and Barbara sat opposite us in the big, upholstered chairs. They stared at us, quietly sipping the smooth wine and enjoying our discomfort. The way Barb's eyes were moving up and down my body, I was afraid she was going to order me to stand up and strip.

Finally, Charles spoke. "Bill, have you followed the rules of your punishment and refrained from touching your wife or having her touch you in an intimate way since my last visit?"

Bill hesitated. "We haven't had sex, if that's what you mean."

"Not what I asked!" he said sharply. "Did you hug her, kiss her, put your hand on her tits, or her sexy, volleyball ass?"

"NO," he blurted.

"Julie, is that true? Don't dare lie to me. I can tell if you do."

What could I say? We had hugged, and he had become aroused moving his hands on me. I decided to hedge.

"Charles, we are doing our best to support each other while being subjected to this punishment for some transgression that's a mystery to me. Yes, we hugged, but when he started to caress me, I reminded him of the rules and made him stop."

Our tormentor looked at Bill and scowled. "Not good, Bill," he said. "You will regret that."

He turned to Barbara. "What do you think, Barb? How should Bill be made to suffer for this transgression?"

She responded with a wicked smile. "He's been naughty and must be spanked. After that he must be made to watch as we do the things to his wife."

Bill blanched and I became resigned to the fact that Barb was a dom lesbian who was going to put me through the wringer. I had read about such women, but never known one, let alone participated. Admittedly, I was curious.

By that point we'd all drained our glasses, and like a good hostess, I got up to refill them. When I approached Charles with the bottle, he held his glass against his chest so that I was forced to lean down. His other hand gripped the back of my calf and moved up my leg under my dress.

"Don't move," he said. "Take a sip from my glass, then give me a welcoming kiss. I want to taste your wine-moistened lips."

What could I do? His hand on my leg was now up to the back of my thigh and kept me from stepping back. I leaned further to put my mouth on the rim of his glass. He tilted the glass to wet my lips and give me a good swallow. Then I kissed him, letting his tongue into my mouth.

"What a pretty sight," said Barbara. "Julie is so pliant. Isn't it nice, Bill, to have such an obedient wife?"

"She's not that way with me," said Bill.

"Too bad for you. Let's see how she is when she refills my glass."

By that time Charles had his hand all the way up on my panty covered ass and was exploring the contour. I was responding to his kiss with my tongue in his mouth. It was automatic...I couldn't resist...didn't want to.

Charles eventually pinched my butt and pushed me away. "Go refill Barb's glass now," he said.

As I approached her, Barbara sat up straight, spread her legs, and pointed to the floor in front of her. "Knell here!" she ordered.

It was a firm command. I didn't even consider disobeying her.

"Closer," she said. Her pants-suit allowed her to create a wide open "V" for me to move into, and I did. Her long legs closed on me, with her heels locking behind my butt. Pressed up against the edge of the chair and corralled by her thighs, I was her prisoner.

"You may fill my glass now," she said. "Then put the bottle down on the floor."

I obeyed, and she took a long sip, her eyes never leaving my face. Her next command was very firm. "Put your hands behind your head, and keep your eyes on mine."

She traced a finger along my cheek and over my lips. "Such nice, smooth skin...big, luscious lips. Wet them with your tongue...that's it...now suck my finger..."

Taking a deep breath, I obeyed. Her commanding presence was overwhelming, and very sexual. I stared into her eyes and took her finger deep into my mouth.

She laughed and turned toward the adjacent chair, where Charles was watching us with great interest. "The bad boy's wife is eager to please. We'll give her every opportunity this weekend."

Slowly, she withdrew her finger and wiped it on my forehead. "Now, sit back dear, and push out your chest. I'm going to cool off those hot points that are distorting your dress."

I was well aware that my nipples were rock hard and outlined by the clinging fabric. Barbara tipped her wineglass over one bud until the cold liquid seeped through.

"Ahhh..."

"Now for the other one," she said.

"Ohh...it's so cold..."

"All the better to cool you off, my dear. Or maybe it's doing the opposite. Charles has told me all about you. I know your type well. Your sexual nature responds to being told what to do and being punished when you don't. It's that delicious feeling of helplessness and vulnerability. After all, you can't do anything about it, either the so-called 'abuse', or your reaction to it. Isn't that right, my dear?'

"Nooo..."

"Ha," she exclaimed, as she dripped cold wine on my other nipple. "Charles and I delight in playing this game. We may even offer you membership in our private club. I doubt that hubby will satisfy your cravings after we're through with you here."

I kept shaking my head 'no', but her words struck a chord. No question, I was excited and anxiously anticipating what was coming.

Barb took a big sip of champagne and leaned back in her chair, leaving me kneeling between her legs. She reached down and retrieved her purse. Undoing the clasp, she extracted a sizable bundle of what appeared to be silk fabric.

"The first order of business is for you and hubby to change into more suitable garments for our weekend together. You look very nice in your clingy wool dress, but you're not as, shall we say, accessible as Charles and I would like. The same goes for hubby, Bill. These outfits will solve that problem."

She thrust the bundle up against my chest. "Get up, dear," she ordered. "The single piece garment is for you, and the two-pieced one is for hubby. Go somewhere and change into them. Don't go to the same place. You are not to see or talk to each other. Is this clear?"

I stood before her holding what I suspected were some kind of silk pajamas. "Yes ma'am," I said. "Come on Bill. We have to do as she says."

"Oh, one other thing," Barbara exclaimed. "You are to have on no other clothing except the uniforms I've given you. With one exception. Julie you are to wear high heels on your bare feet--the highest you have. And they'd better be at least four inches."

Bill got up and we walked together toward our first-floor bedroom. I extracted his two pieces of the light blue silk and held them out. "You change in the bedroom; I'll use the bath. Go back when you're ready. I'll follow later."

"You are so ready to follow every order," he said in an angry tone. "Don't be so damned cooperative!"

He was right, of course. To be completely subservient to Barbara was perversely turning me on. But I couldn't admit that to Bill.

"You're the one who got us in this situation," I reminded him. "I agreed to go along to help you. Stop complaining and take your medicine."

I went into the bathroom and closed the door, anxious to see what my new outfit looked like. But it was hard to tell. When I held it up, it was just loose hanging strips of silken fabric. I knew I would have to put it on before I could see.

It didn't take long for me to strip. Then, taking a moment to admire my curves in the full-length mirror, I found the sleeves of the thing and shrugged into it like it was a bathrobe. It had a built-in sash at the waist, which I tied in a loose bow before stepping before the mirror.

My god, it was sexy. The top was snug and came down in a deep V, almost to by belly button. My tits were clearly outlined, with the inner slopes bare. My nipples dimpled the silk like little soldiers. I smiled, glad that my perkies stood up so well with so little support.

The sash cinched my waist just above my butt, draping the fabric out and down over the shapely ass I was so proud of. The skirt half of the garment stopped two inches above my knees and had multiple slits, leaving a five-inch panel in the front over my pussy, and a ten inch one over my ass. As long as I didn't move, my goodies would be covered, but easily accessible.

WOW, I thought. I've got to wear this all weekend! My houseguests will be constantly tempted to ravish me. I shuddered.

Then I had to come up with the right shoes. I had some black leather, four-inch heels in my closet, but they would look silly with what was basically a negligee. I thought my "bedroom heels" would be more fitting, even though they were somewhat less than four inches. Would they really be measuring? I thought not.

I left the bathroom and walked down the hall to rejoin the party. The sound of Barbara's voice made me slow down.

"Turn around, Bill," she was saying. "I want Charles to admire the outfit I've created for you. If it works out well, I may put it in production for swingers' party games. See how the open vest exposes your manly chest, and the multi-panel loin cloth will be unable to contain an erection."

"Very interesting," said Charles. "When he pops through, it will be obvious to all that he is aroused by what's happening. He won't be able to hide it."

"Exactly," said Barb. "It's like a signal flag. But I think I hear Julie returning. Wait until you see her hostess gown."

I stopped and tried to picture Bill naked under a silk vest and a slitted loin cloth. Knowing Barb, it wouldn't be long before she had him 'popping through'.

Taking a deep breath, I walked into the room, with my head high and my chest out. Charles immediately stood up and came toward me, a big smile on his handsome face.

"Well, well," he said, taking my hand. "Barbara has outdone herself with this costume. You look good enough to eat. Turn around so we can see all of you."

Around I went, way too fast, because the skirt billowed out, opening the space between the slits and flashing my bare pussy. I gasped and pushed down on the hanging silk until all was covered.

Barb was up then, coming toward me with a short, leather whip in her hand. She must've had it in that big bag of hers. It had a foot long, whippy-thin braided handle, with leather tassels on the end. She held it under my chin, pushing my head up.

"My slut costume design is a success," she said. "Charles thinks you look sexy enough to eat. Would you like him to do that?"

"Uh, uh...", was all I could manage.

Down went the whip until the tassels were centered over the nipple on my right breast. Tap...tap...tap...

"Hands behind your head, shoulders back!" she barked.

I closed my eyes and felt my nipple hardening in response to the light whipping through the silk. She had me going, and she knew it.

"Such a nice, tasty piece, you are. No wonder Charles wants to eat you up. But what about me? What if I want to be eaten up instead? I think you deserve to be spanked for tempting him like that. What do you think?"

"I don't know..."

"Of course you don't. You're just a slut who does what she's told. If I want to whip you, I will, and you will submit. Isn't that right, Julie?"

"Yes. ma'am," was all I could think to say. She was dominating me completely, and I felt myself getting hot and wet.

Barbara stepped back toward the sofa and motioned to Charles for him to join her. "It's time for a show," she said. "Julie's costume is perfect for an exhibitionist like her. You do like to show off, don't you, Julie? Let's see you strut your stuff...make Charles really hungry for you...and me too."

I froze. I had never thought of myself as an exhibitionist. Three sets of eyes focused on me as I stood in the middle of the room. Charles punched some buttons on his cell phone and the strains of Mideast belly dancing music drifted softly to my ears. Unconsciously, my arms reached above my head and my hips began a slow rotation.

No one spoke. Charles turned up the volume of the music. I took that as a sign they liked what they were seeing. In my alcoholic haze I freed my body to move as it wished. They watched me, sitting together on the couch. The slits in my skirt opened and closed as I gyrated in front of them. I felt the air swishing up my thighs and knew I was exposing myself. The look in their eyes drove me on. I wanted them to want me.

Barb crooked a finger, motioning me to dance in front of her. When I moved to comply, she shimmied her shoulders and pointed down, indicating I was to kneel and do the same. I dropped and leaned back, continuing to shake my goodies in time with the music.

"You're such a sexy slut," she said. "And wonderfully submissive. What do you think, Charles? What kinds of things should we do with her this weekend?"

Charles turned toward me, and I felt his eyes on my swaying tits. "The first thing is to free those delicious melons and add some stimulation to the points."

"Good idea. I have just the thing in my bag. First things first."

Barb inserted the tip of her little whip in the opening of my top and flicked the fabric from side to side, baring my tits. I was well aware of the pronounced stiffness of my nipples. She teased them lightly with the whip.

"No need to harden these buds any further," she chortled. "They're ready to be punished." Her hand emerged from her bag dangling a light chain on which hung two wicked-looking nipple clamps.

"Hold still, my dear. Shoulders back. You need to be broken in. That's a good girl."

"Aaahhh..."