Chivalry on Life Support Chapter 18
I haven't been paying close attention, but looking back over the past three years, I'd say that on average, Luke slept in the same bed as Brooke about 70% of the time. Of that 70%, we spend two-thirds of our time at our house in the city and one-third at Luke's house, especially in the summer so we can be in his huge Spend time in the backyard and large inground swimming pool. Of course, my favorite times are the 30% when he's not around, like in the early days of our marriage. This usually happens when Luke is traveling for business (looking for potential acquisitions, meeting investors, or just managing his growing empire) or playing away games with his amateur football team. There were other times when Brooke wanted to put some distance between them, usually after Luke pushed the boundaries too far by exerting physical dominance over her in a non-sexual setting. To his credit, Luke always stuck to the spirit of their agreement, backed down when she told him to, and never seriously hurt her. He never sent me to the hospital either, but he reduced my ass to mincemeat several times (once he hit my balls so hard with a wooden spoon that I thought I might have to leave, but I weathered the storm ).
But after a break, when Brooke wanted him away for a while, she always wanted him back, usually with a renewed sense of hunger. Luke, or more specifically, his cock, was like a drug to her, and she was an addict. He also always wanted to be with her again after these periods of separation - no doubt he dominated me again - but that didn't mean he didn't make her beg at times. I remember one day, after their longest period of not seeing each other (about two weeks - triggered by a particularly brutal beating he gave her after a political argument), I walked in after a long day of class In the classroom, House was found to have Brooke naked, she knelt down and violently sucked Luke's big toe while he was sitting on the couch. She'd been begging him to come back for about a week, and he'd been trying to make himself unavailable. She became increasingly desperate and distraught and lost her temper with me for several days.
Now he really embarrassed her in front of him. I was sad to see this, but I knew at least she was happy to have him back. He just looked up from the couch, grinned evilly, and pointed at his other foot. I know what that means. I quickly took off my jacket, pants, socks and shirt and knelt at his other foot, wearing only my boxers. I took off his boot, stuck my nose in it, took a deep breath (just like I was taught to do), took off his sock and started sucking on his other big toe, the same pathetic way my wife was acting enthusiasm. The king regained control of the situation. How wonderful he must have felt as two of his subjects fell at his royal feet.
He enjoyed the moment and let us both suck for 20 pathetic minutes before finally he said, "Well, baby, I think you really miss Big Luke." Let's go upstairs. You too, professor. "
Brooke removed her lips from his soaked toes and said with tears in her eyes (whether out of joy, relief, humiliation, or both, I can't say for sure) “Yes sir. Thank you, sir."
Once we were upstairs, Luke said to Brooke, "Baby, I have another great idea. If I punish you for something outside the bedroom in the future and you don't like it, why don't you tell me and I'll punish you here What about that person? Just like your scapegoat, professor, wasn’t there a scapegoat you always wrote about?”
"Sir, the evidence is a bit mixed and historians are divided as to whether there was actually a whipping of boys versus whipping of girls. The first mention of a scapegoat is in Samuel Rowley's 1605 play When You See "I, you know me. They were mentioned frequently in the literature after that, but there is some historical evidence that they were very real, at least in the Eastern monarchies, and I think more in Europe."
"Too much damn information, Professor. I'm not one of your failed students. 'School'. Bullshit! Baby, what do you think of my ideas?"
"Yeah, I think that works. I don't want to be separated from you for that long anymore. Please, fuck me now."
"Now wait a minute, baby. We need to get in the mood first. All I know is that your scapegoat here shares the same views as your awakened, bleeding heart beliefs we argued about last time. So he's going to take it for you. My punishment." I didn't finish last time. I know when you see this you'll kill two birds with one stone too.
"I'm horny, sir, trust me. Please let me take it now. I've been waiting so long." "Okay, okay, waiting a little longer won't kill you. Boy, put on your white tights and grab that new thin stick I just hung downstairs. It's time we finally gave it a try ”
"It is." I pulled the pantyhose from the bottom drawer of the dresser in front of them, feeling my cock stiffen. Then I ran downstairs and got the stick. When I got back to the bedroom, I presented it to Luke the way I'd been taught: bent knees in front of him, head bowed, arms outstretched, holding the stick flat on my upturned palms.
He took a key from the keychain in his pocket and handed it to me. "You can take off your chastity device, cuckoo. I know your wife loves watching your little cock get hard when I spank you."
When I took it off and handed the key back to him, Luke said, "Okay pantyhose boy, stand up and bend over and touch your toes."
"Indeed." Luke waved his soft stick in the air three times and stood next to me. He told Brooke: "It's time for the latest episode of The Misadventures of The Boy in Tights, the most pathetic superhero in history. Touch yourself, baby. You know you love watching me fuck your loser, horny husband Put it in his place.”
Luke tapped my butt a few times with his cane. Honestly, this was the most erotic part for me; I was in the humiliating position, completely at Luke's mercy, because I knew Brooke was watching, excited and anticipatory. My experience tells me that once the punishment begins, excitement quickly turns into pure torture. I was rock hard but since I was bent over they couldn't see my erection. I looked at Brooke sitting on the bed and she was actually fingering herself. I kept preparing for the first blow, but Luke told me to wait and the stick stayed motionless on my ass for about 90 seconds. The room was silent except for the sound of my heartbeat and the scrape of Brooke's skin, barely audible. Then Luke struck out at lightning speed.
The bite of this new, slimmer cane was burning. To distract myself from the pain, I tried to imagine myself in a royal court where the king, queen, errant teenage prince, and many other nobles, women, and their children were enjoying the deliciously unjust spectacle of whipping . The boy suffered for the prince's crime. It was a vivid image in my mind, but it wasn't enough to distract me from the intense pain.
After the second stroke, Luke pulled my tights down to my knees. This is completely unnecessary as they provide no protection from the sting. Luke swung the stick again, striking a third and fourth. After the fourth time, I reflexively raised my right leg. Then he asked me to wait again and used the cane to rub the welts that had undoubtedly formed on my butt. I heard Brooke moan softly as she continued to pleasure herself.
Suddenly, Luke strikes again with incredible speed and ferocity.
"If you're so smart, Professor, then why are you ready to get spanked while I'm here - a recent high school graduate - delivering punishment?" It makes you wonder who's really smart? Right, baby? "
"You're a smart one, baby. No doubt about it," Brooke said between soft moans.
"What about you, Professor? Which of us do you think is the smartest?"
"All the evidence points to that, sir," I replied, trying to hold back tears.
Then the sixth blow came. Luke didn't reveal how much he wanted to give me, and I panicked.
"That certainly seems to be the case," he said. "It seems to me that your heart is not bleeding, but your butt is bleeding." He laughed.
Then he hit his seventh and eighth in a row. "Mercy, sir," I said, lifting my leg again. Now tears are streaming down my face. "Professor Rawlings, maybe someone like you would want to try using the word 'Master' instead of 'Sir.' Or maybe 'Your Majesty'; it's 'Sir' with an 'e' at the end, but it More appropriate. I am your king after all. I think it would be the wisest thing to do if you really wanted me to show you some mercy. You see, I am not a bleeding heart, I am quite the opposite.
"Spare your life, Master. Your Majesty. Please, I beg you."
"One more thing, just to be on the safe side."
On the tenth blow, I fell to my knees. When I finally calmed down a bit, I got down on the floor and started kissing Luke's bare feet.
"Your Majesty, thank you for showing mercy to your scapegoat." "You are not my scapegoat, Professor. You belong to your wife. You are my slave. Now wipe the blood off your ass, pull up your pantyhose, and stand in the corner. Look at the wall. Don't do that this time Did it. Then he turned to Brooke on the bed and said, "Well, girl, your wait is finally over. Turn around, bend down and spread your cheeks. "
"Yes sir, thank you very much."
For the next 45 minutes I listened to my king take my queen. Moans, slaps, whimpers, groans, whimpers, pleas. I had never heard Brooke so loud before and I had to use my imagination to picture exactly what was happening behind me. My ass was on fire, but it didn't take long for my cock to get hard again.
When it finally ended, I had to guess that Brooke had climaxed at least twice, maybe even three times.
Luke said to me, "You can turn around now. How's your ass doing?"
"It's too painful, Master."
"Okay. I guess the new cane works great, right? Look at his little cock, baby. I guess he enjoys the pain. Poor thing. Get down on your knees and clean that mess off my cock. "
I got down on my knees and crawled over to him and began my humiliating task. I've done this before. Brooke had warned me in advance that this request would be honored. I expressed concern that he might have AIDS or another sexually transmitted disease, but she assured me that Luke no longer slept with many women besides her, and when he did, he always used condoms. She said she believed him and wanted me to believe him too. Who am I to question my lady's trust in anyone?
I felt repulsed as I licked the cum off Luke's cock, which was still huge despite his recent load of cum. After I licked him clean, he ordered me to lick Brooke clean too. This took some time as several parts of her anatomy were affected. He lay on the bed next to her, reading on his iPhone while I worked. I saw red spots and spots all over my body, chest, neck, back and butt. Even her face. But her bright dimpled smile is also visible on her face.
"I'm so happy that our little family is back together again," she sighed happily.
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