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"Because of those video tapes, your only choice is to obey me.  Or, at least,
if your dare, disobey, you’ll not dare to resist the necessary and inevitable
punishment that I’ll inflict upon your delightful bottom.  Whether or not
you’re obedient or rebellious, you will, either way, leave her tonight with a
thoroughly spanked and paddled bottom.
"You’ll leave here with the taste of my pussy on your lips and tongue; with the
scent of my pussy permeated through your olfactory senses.  You’ll leave here
with the memory of your tongue paying homage to my ass-crack and my anus. 
You’ll leave here thoroughly and totally humbled.  Knowing that, at any time, I
may command you to kneel and you will hasten to obey.
The sound of Bill returning from his shower interrupted Peggy and we both
turned to watch him descent the steps.  As he approached, the only evidence of
his earlier discipline was a few welts across the fronts of his thighs.  I
knew, though, that the picture would be very much different on his ass and the
backs of his legs.
My eyes traveled to his penis which was semi-hard.  I looked forward to feeling
its warmth in my mouth, in my pussy, wherever Peggy would allow.
"Come join us, Bill.  As you can see, Gloria was naughty and is being punished.
 This is the first time that she’s ever had an acquaintance with the bite of
the nipple clips and we’ll soon see how she reacts when I remove them."
Peggy was still wearing the midi-blouse that she’d donned before we entered the
basement and she now pulled it over her head and tossed it aside.  She walked
over to my side and started issuing a string of orders.  
"Bill, kneel down behind Gloria and show her again how adept you have become at
anal worship.  Gloria, bend over a bit to give Bill access to your ass.  Bend
over only enough to reach my right breast.
"Very good.  Now, I want to feel you suckling that tit as if you were a newborn
babe.  Gloria, if you stop sucking or if you move your hands, so help me, I’ll
string you up where Bill was earlier and use the cane on you.
"Please, don’t try to find out if I’m sincere.  Your ass is too pretty to cut
up with that cane.  But, if your behavior merits it, believe me, the cane is
what you’ll get.
The breast in my mouth and the tongue working between my buttocks were two
distractions from the pain that still persisted in my two tortured nipples.  I
was terrified of the cane after having seen it at work on Bill and resolved to
obey.
"Here we go, Gloria.  First, the clip on your left nipple."
As Peggy released the nipple from its confinement, I wanted to scream.  I
wanted to run for the nearest door.  I wanted to bring my hands down from my
neck and comfort it.  I did none of those things.  What I did was continue to
suck on the breast in my mouth, continue to squeeze my fingers together behind
my neck, and begin to cry.
I could feel the tears running down my face as the pain radiated out from the
nipple to the surrounding breast flesh.  I never could have imagined that it
would be so intense.
"See, Gloria.  The cane is truly magic.  You’ve never even felt its sting -
only observed Bill getting it - and you still respect it.  I wanted you to
understand this.  Because, Gloria, if you can begin to comprehend the power of
the cane over your hurting body at this moment, you may begin to fathom how you
can put Dave under your power and never again worry about who calls the shots. 
Brace yourself, baby, here goes the other clip."
Again, the fire.  This time in my right nipple, my right breast.  I’d thought
that the second clip would be easier to deal with since it would be no surprise
after just going through the same pain in the other nipple.  I’d been wrong.
The same panic generated by the first clip ensued after the removal of the
second clip.  Again, the threat of the cane won.  I remained in position and
merely cried harder.
"Poor baby.  Tears running down your face.  Someday, you’ll understand how much
I am now looking forward to spanking you later.  That’s right, Bill.  I decided
to give Gloria a spanking tonight.  Not only that, she knows that she’ll be
getting paddled after her spanking.  She also understands that this is part of
the price that she must pay for the privilege of serving me.
"Gloria, stand up straight now.  You have my permission to rub your breasts. 
Do so now."
I’d fallen into the pattern of instant obedience to her orders and immediately
complied with this last instruction.  As I rubbed my punished nipples, I
noticed that the pain in them had almost totally disappeared and marveled at
the rapidity of their recovery.
"Bill, stop your licking and assume the position at my ass.  Gloria, on your
knees now.  I want to feel both of your tongues serving me at the same time.  
"Bill, you know what to do.  Do it.  Gloria, I want you to imagine that the
enthusiasm that you demonstrate in giving me pleasure will have a direct
bearing on how severely I’ll spank you.  You can safely imagine this, because
it is exactly what I plan to do.  You have my permission to use your lips and
tongue.  You have my permission to lick and suck me thoroughly.  Go for it."
My initial thought as I bent my kneeling body to comply with Peggy’s orders was
to tease her a bit and not go for the inner lips immediately.  I figured that I
would simply lick around the vicinity and try to arouse her with my teasing. 
When I started licking, however, I caught her scent and found myself unable to
resist the temptation to "dive right in".  
I knew how to excite her because as a woman, I knew what felt good on my own
body.  I could understand how a lesbian had an advantage over a man when it
came to orally satisfying another woman.  From the moment that I parted the
labia and began to tongue-fuck the pussy before me, Peggy began to orgasm.
I was somewhat surprised that she reacted so quickly but realized that the
activities of the evening thusfar had made me horny enough so that I would
probably respond similarly if given the same treatment.  I understood, also,
what she had told me to suck.  Her juices were copious and it was all that I
could do to suck and swallow fast enough to keep up with her flow.
I used my tongue like a scoop and imagined that it was scooping out honey so
intoxicated was I by the taste of my best friend.  Peggy reached forward and
grasped my head, pressing my face firmly against her pelvis as she began her
climax.
"Oh, you sweet bitch.  Yes.  Suck me.  I should never have taken so long to get
you on your knees.  I promise you that I’ll make up for lost time in the
future.  Get used to the taste, Gloria, for you’ll be spending a lot of time
serving me in this manner from now on."
Peggy fell silent as her orgasm spread like ripples in a pond.  Her thighs
quivered and her pussy seemed to get hotter if that was possible.  Little moans
of delight could be heard from her as I licked and sucked.
Finding her clitoris with my tongue, I grasped it between my teeth and applied
slight pressure as I began sucking it in earnest.  Her pleasure seemed to
intensify and I could hear her snapping at Bill.
"Get your tongue up my ass, Bill.  You can do better than that and you know
it."
Finally, Peggy released my head. "Stop, both of you.  I want to see now how
well Gloria can lick my ass."  At this, Peggy simply did a 180-degree turn and
I was faced with her rounded buttocks within inches of my servile mouth.
"Come and get it, kids.  You know what to do.  You, Gloria, can figure it out. 
I warn you, though, that even if you did a commendable job on my pussy, the
real test of your devotion is before you now.  I know how far Bill can get his
tongue up my ass and I expect you to do as well."
Peggy was again silent as I burrowed my face between her silken ass cheeks and
tentatively touched her anus with the tip of my tongue.  Because Bill had just
been there, it was already wet with his saliva and I ran my tongue over the
entrance and up the groove between the globes of Peggy’s ass.
I could hear Peggy starting to whimper and moan again as she reacted to the
combined actions of her husband and her best friend.  Hurrying now, afraid that
I would incur her wrath if I performed ineptly, I inserted my tongue into her
anus and felt totally depraved.  Here I was with my tongue up the ass of my
best friend, my best female friend, and I knew that I had ‘found a home’.
Although this entire experience had been completely alien, I felt that it was
only appropriate that I be kneeling behind Peggy’s ass, my tongue still tangy
with the taste of her pussy, now serving her in the most submissive manner.  I
realized now, why she had called this the ‘submissive kiss’.  I couldn’t
imagine a more humbling position to be in.
I knew that Peggy and I would never relate to each other in the same manner
again.  I was completely happy that this was to be the case.  I knew that she
was peaking again as I felt my tongue being squeezed by the constricting
sphincter muscles in her ass as she again reached her zenith of pleasure.
"Stop now.  Both of you.  That will have to do for now.  Gloria, get up and
walk over to the table.  On it you will find leather straps identical to those
worn by Bill on his wrists and ankles.  Bill, help her put them on and then
secure the straps for her whipping."
Things were now happening too fast. The desire in my loins had reached a
crescendo that was new to me.  I was tempted to masturbate myself to get some
relief.  I wasn’t at all concerned about doing this in front of Bill and Peggy
so urgent was my need for surcease.  What I was concerned about, though, was
the additional punishment that I was sure it would bring from Peggy if I dared
to do such a thing.
Straps on my ankles and wrists - ankles secured to the floor bolts where Bill
had recently had his ankles chained - wrists above my head and fastened to the
rafter, I waited for what I knew was to follow.
"Gloria, are you ready for your discipline now?"
"Yes, ma’am."
"I want you to ask for it properly.  I want you to ask me to spank you on the
bottom.  I want you to ask me to make you cry from your spanking.  Go ahead."
"Yes, ma’am.  Please spank me now until I cry."
Peggy said nothing but instead began smacking my buttocks with the palm of her
hand.  First the left buttock, then the right, then left, right, left, right,
left, right.  The spanking wasn’t particularly severe and, again, I surprised
myself by wishing that she would spank harder.  Somehow, apparently, she
guessed what I was thinking.
"Is that hard enough for you, Gloria?  Or, do you want me to spank harder? 
Answer me, now."
"Please spank me harder, ma’am. Please spank me so that I’ll cry."
I immediately got my wish as Peggy started smacking me much harder now.  Her
hand made a loud smacking noise each time that it came into contact with my
buttocks.  I could feel the heat of the spanking in my butt.  I could also, as
Peggy had explained that I would, feel the heat spreading to between my legs.
I suddenly realized, somewhat to my dismay, that I was fast approaching sexual
release from the spanking.  Again, Peggy somehow seemed able to read my mind as
her spanking hand increased both the speed and strength of the smacks.
"Do you want to orgasm from your spanking, Gloria?  Bill, get over here and on
your knees between her legs.  I want you to lick Gloria’s pussy while I spank
her."
Directly, I felt Bill between my spread thighs and, as his tongue met my pussy,
I started to orgasm as never before.  I’d read about and heard about multiple
orgasms but had never experienced one before.  As I felt Peggy spank harder and
faster, my orgasm took over and spread throughout my entire body.  Normally, I
would experience this feeling as waves that washed over me and subsided after
thirty seconds or so.  
Not this time.  As the sexual waves washed over me, I felt the same intensity
that I always felt at such a moment.  But, instead of subsiding, the sensations
continued to build into another peak and another and another.  I heard my own
voice now.  Shameless.
"Yes, thank you.  Please keep it up.  Yes.  Yes.  Oh, God.  Ohhh."
When I thought that I could stand it no more, Peggy suddenly ceased with her
hand and told Bill to stop.  I was breathing heavily and trying to catch my
wind as I watched Peggy stride to the table and pick up the paddle laying
there.  I felt a lump in my throat as I realized that she meant to paddle me
with the wooden paddle.
I considered pleading with her but had already learned that this would only
merit me additional punishment for the whining.  I told myself that the paddle
couldn’t possibly hurt that much more than the spanking that I’d just received.
I found out quickly how terribly mistaken I was on that score.
Peggy had resumed her position behind me after getting the paddle and I waited
for her to begin. "Do you have anything that you wish to say, Gloria."
I thought that I knew what she wanted me to say and responded accordingly. 
"Please paddle me now, Peggy.  Please paddle me until I cry."
"You might have wondered why I spanked you so lightly.  So lightly that you
have yet to shed tears from your punishment.  I wanted to save your tears for
the paddle.  I plan to give you an even dozen swats.  After I deliver each
swat, you will thank me and ask for the next.  The way that you will do this is
to say, ‘Thank you, ma’am, another please?’.  Now, are we clear?  Do you
understand me, Gloria?"
"Yes, ma’am."
"Crack"  The paddle exploded across my ass at the same moment that Bill
returned his attentions to my sopping pussy.  God, how it stung.  I felt as if
I had sat down on a hot steam iron or a nest of honey bees.
"Thank you, ma’am, another please?"
"Smack."
"Thank you, ma’am, another please?"
"Smack."
"Thank you, ma’am, another please?"
On the third stroke, I began to cry.  On the fourth, the tears were running
down both cheeks.  On the fifth, I started begging.  "Oh, please, Peggy.  This
is my first paddling ever.  Can’t you go a bit lighter? Please?  I’ll do
anything that you tell me to do, just no more now.  Please."
"Crack."
If it was possible, the sixth was harder than any of the first five.  I knew
that it was Peggy responding to my pleas and determined to beg no more. 
"Th-th-thank you ma’am, a-another puh-please?"
I had never in my life stuttered but I did now.  I felt like and sounded like a
naughty little girl who had misbehaved and was now getting her just punishment.
 It was embarrassing; it was humiliating; it was painful; and, it was exciting.
 I could feel Bill suckling on my clitoris and knew that he was trying to bring
me to another orgasm along with the pain of the paddle.
"Smack."
"Thank you, ma’am, another please?"  Five more to go.
"Crack."
I felt that I could take no more.  In spite of this feeling, though, I obeyed. 
"Thank you, ma’am, another please?"
"As I will teach you when it is your turn to whip Bill, the secret is in the
wrist action.  The sting of the paddle is very much intensified with the proper
wrist English applied for good measure."
"Crack."
"Oh, please, please.  Peggy, please can’t we stop the paddling?  I promise you.
 We can do it some other time."
"Crack…crack…crack…crack."
Four hard swats delivered with no pause between them.  I knew that Peggy was
simply punishing me for my begging.  But, even though I knew this, the pain of
the paddle was driving me crazy.  "Oh, Peggy, that’s a dozen.  Can’t we stop?"
"Crack…crack…crack…crack."
"Oh, please."  And then, correcting myself, "Thank you ma’am, another please?" 
Finally mouthing the words as I was supposed to, I knew that Peggy would be
more than willing to accommodate my request for another.
"Crack."
And, at that, I started experiencing an orgasm to end all orgasms. I swear, my
toenails curled and my hair hurt so intense was it.  Peggy, realizing what I
was feeling, started swinging the paddle harder and more quickly.
"The paddling will end when your pleasure peaks, Gloria."
I barely heard her words as the waves of my orgasm continued to spread to every
square inch of my body.  I suddenly understood why the French referred to this
as ‘the little death’.  I can only remember feeling like I was all ass and
pussy during the following moments.
My mind registered pain/pleasure - pleasure/pain - in a series of confusing
signals to the brain by the expertise of Bill, yet on his knees before me and
sucking my pussy for all he was worth; and the continued contact of the wooden
paddle with my ass as Peggy kept smacking it repeatedly as she had promised.
I think that I must have lost consciousness since I have only a dim memory of
the paddling (and my pleasure) ending, my body being released and being led to
the sofa by Bill and Peggy holding me up on either side.  They thoughtfully
laid me on my tummy and Peggy sent Bill to fetch me a glass of wine.
"It’s over now, Gloria.  Calm down.  You did beautifully and I could tell that
you enjoyed the experience immensely. Here, take a drink."
Taking small sips of the wine, I found its tart taste invigorating.  I knew
that I could now give Bill the whipping that I was promised and I wanted to get
to it immediately.  "Can I whip him now?  I want to do it while my ass is still
on fire.  I tend to think that I’ll show less mercy when I hurt so much myself.
And, I definitely don’t wish to show the first hint of mercy."
"Bill, I sure hope that you’re ready to scream.  Because, if Peggy will let me,
I intend to demonstrate that I can give it as well as receive it.  Can I whip
him now, Peggy?"
"Bill, assume the position. Come on, Gloria, you’ve earned the privilege.  Let
me help you fasten him."
"No.  Thanks, anyway, Peggy.  If it’s OK with you, I want to do it all by
myself."  Getting no objection from Peggy, I hastened to fasten the bindings at
Bill’s ankles and wrists so that I could proceed.
"Are you afraid, Bill?  You should be.  This is the first time that I’ve had
the opportunity to whip a man and I intend to whip you very severely."  I was
standing in front of Bill, looking directly into his eyes as I spoke and I was
gratified to see the beginning of real fear there.
My hands were busy massaging his cock and I was tempted to ask permission to
make him ejaculate again but decided to forego this pleasure for now.
"Peggy, I want to use the can.  From what I could see earlier, it seems to
cause the most pain and pain is what I want to give him - in a very big dose. 
Do I have your permission to can him severely?"
"As long as you restrict the blows of the can to his ass, you have a free hand,
honey.  Enjoy yourself."
I fetched the cane from the floor where it had lain since having been discarded
earlier and took up my position to the side and slightly behind the hanging
nude form of her husband.  Enough talk.  Time to whip some ass!
In the next few minutes, I confirmed my suspicion that I would enjoy hearing
Bill beg and cry from a whipping with no gag to interfere.  I swung the cane
experimentally and measured his reaction each time that it met with his naked,
already punished, ass.  With each stroke, I increased the strength of my swing
and was rewarded within six cuts by his voice, broken with sobbing.
"Please, Peggy, it’s too hard.  Please make her stop."
When I heard Bill begin to beg, I got pissed.  What a baby, I thought.  If I
could take a paddling on my female bottom, he could damn well endure a little
caning on his male one.  I decided to see how far I could take this.  Ignoring
his crying and carrying on, I began swinging the cane as fast and as hard as I
could for perhaps eight or ten cuts.
By the end of this volley, Bill was beside himself.  His begging would have
been touching had I not just been hanging where his body now hung.  Because of
this, I ignored him and looked at Peggy as he begged.
"Please, Peggy.  Peggy, it’s too much.  Make Gloria stop.  She’s whipping me
too hard.  Please.  Please.  Please, make her stop."
"I want to make him cum before I finish his caning.  May I?"
"Go ahead, he’s all yours."
Without even thinking about it, I dropped the cane to the basement floor and
moved to my position in front of his hurting body.  I again looked into his
eyes as my hands began a slow massage of his genitals.  His cock was wet from
semen dripping from its end and I used this to lubricate the head while milking
the shaft with my other hand.
"Cum for me, Bill.  Fill my hands with your cum.  I might even let you lick
them clean before I finish your caning.  If you think that the last few minutes
have been painful, you won’t believe what I will do to your ass after you cum."
The cock throbbing in my hand was ready to spurt its seed.  Hard as a rock and
pulsing with heat, I knew that Bill couldn’t control himself much longer.  
"Now, Bill, fill my hands.  Give me all of your cum.  I want you to be totally
devoid of lust for the last of your caning.  I want you to scream with the
pain.  Cum for me now, Bill!"
It was hard to believe that he could produce so much semen again with such a
short span of time since his last orgasm.  Again, taking my cue from the
lessons learned from my dominant friend, I raised first one hand and then the
other to his waiting mouth where they were quickly licked clean.
Picking up the cane from where I had dropped it, I turned to Peggy.  "Peggy, I
think that I have done pretty well tonight.  I want you to leave bill and I
alone for five minutes.  I want him to know that I alone will decide when to
stop his caning.  I want him to beg me - not you.  Will you do this for me?"
"What do you think, Bill?  Should I let her have you at her mercy?"
"Please, Peggy, stay with us.  She’ll whip me too hard.  Please, don’t leave me
alone."
"Wrong answer, Bill.  You continue to disappoint me.  I hope that Gloria whips
you very hard.  And, if I get a bad report from her when I return, I’ll whip
you again after she is through with your sorry ass."
"Give it your best, Gloria.  I’ll be gone for more than five minutes, though. 
I want to take a shower and that’ll give you all the time that you want and
then some.  Enjoy."
"Thank you, ma’am."
And Peggy was up the basement stairs and out of sight.  Standing in front of
Bill, I savored the feeling of power that I felt as I stared into his eyes and
saw the tears forming and rolling down his puppy dog cheeks.
"I want you to ask me to whip your ass, Bill.  You understand that I’m not
married to you and feel not the slightest compunction about whipping you much
harder than Peggy would.
"You understand that your ass belongs to me now and I have every intention of
whipping it until it bleeds down your legs.  But, first, I want you to ask me
for it."
"Please, Gloria, do you have to whip me so hard?  I already hurt so very much
from the whippings that I’ve already gotten tonight.  Please, have mercy,
Gloria."
"You are only getting me more and more pissed, Bill.  ‘Be right back."
With this, I stepped into position and let fly with the cane.  Once, twice,
thrice, and on.  Ten cuts in not more than thirty seconds.  Bill literally
wailed.  He jerked.  He screamed.  He begged.  And, I absolutely, positively,
without any reservation, loved every sweet moment of it.  I’d never felt so
completely in control in my life.  The feeling of power caused by that thin
piece of cane pole was a rush that nearly overwhelmed me in its intensity.
Again, in front of his hanging, naked body.  Again, looking into his eyes. 
"You know what I want to hear, Bill.  What I will hear if you ever want this to
end.  Speak to me!"
"Oh.  Oh, Jesus. Please, ma’am, whip me until my ass bleeds down my legs.  Oh,
God help me.  Please.  Please."
Bill was nearly incoherent from his fear as I again took my position to the
side and slightly to the rear of his trembling, nude body.
I lost track of how much time passed during the caning that followed.  I would
be unable to say how many cuts that I gave Bill, how many times that I made him
scream in pain.  What I know for sure, is that after that night, Bill never
again looked at me without fear in his eyes.
Fear that I would again have the opportunity of having him hanging from the
rafters.  Naked, bloody, crying, screaming, begging, hurting, and, completely
at my mercy.
That night, I was introduced to female domination.  That night started a new
life for me that provided excitement, sexual gratification, and satisfaction
that I’d never know.  By allowing myself to submit to the control of my friend,
I’d experienced both the joy of submission and the pleasure of loving another
woman in a sexual manner.
By dominating her husband, I’d learned the joy of assuming the dominant role
and the satisfaction of having a man dance to my tune for a change.
On the other hand, that night, after all was said and done, was, after all,
only "The Beginning".

End of Part IV, Welts, Female Domination In An American Marriage



	
	
	
	



	


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