Penny's Correction Ch. 06
Penny is encouraged to meet Peter's friends
We had not discussed the almost unbelievable events we had experienced together with Peter on the Island of Anenagansty. After four weeks the stripes on Penny's back had been well on the way to recovery, with just a faint bruised line here and there. But her back had mostly been subjected to the whip; not the more vicious biting cane which had been used on her bottom.
We were lazing in bed, drifting in and out of sleep and my hard penis twitched as I recalled how my wife had been bound, beaten then sexually penetrated by the pick of the Afro-Caribbean men on the Island. We were on our sides facing each other. I leaned over and kissed her lips gently.
My hand went to her bottom. "Good morning my darling."
Penny put her hands up to the bed board and stretched her long body, luxuriating in the soft warm sheets. This placed one of her nipples, which had slipped out of the loose nightdress, close to my mouth. I leaned forward and sucked it gently, savouring the feeling as it swelled and hardened. She sighed, looked at me and smiled.
I tapped her bottom with my hand. "Are you OK?" I asked as I extracted my mouth from her breast.
"Oh yes. I am feeling great."
"Is your bottom still painful?" I asked. "Let me see." I eased the duvet down to her hips and pulled her towards me, turning her onto her stomach.
Although the wounds had healed well the skin on her thighs and buttocks was still showing heavy bruising; a prominent gray-blue, purple and yellow. There were five individual prominent stripes still identifiable where the strokes of the cane had bitten into her bottom more severely and where other bruising had not intermingled. "My back is fine now," Penny explained. She turned to look: "But the bruising on my bottom means that I have to be careful when I sit down," she laughed. "Or if anyone was to see it."
"Yes, even after a month the bruises are still there." I said as I gently caressed her backside with my hand, tracing the line of a particular cane mark. "That was a hell of a beating you took."
"God it was so.... sexy," Penny made a mewing sound as she raised her buttocks to my touch. She squirmed in pleasure. I gave the mounds a gentle slap. "Oh!," she exclaimed. I slapped her bottom again but left my hand in place, gently fondling her backside. Her breathing quickened. "That feels so good, my darling," she whispered.
"Certainly your behaviour on the island was not that expected of a married English lady," I told her, smiling.
She laughed; then we kissed again. "Honi soit qui mal y pense." she replied.
"Touché. Should I get Peter to deal with you again?" I raised my hand. Slap.
She shuddered. "Oh, well.... maybe." She paused. "He is very sexy." She kissed my lips. "Or would you want your wife to go to another man for punishment?"
"I can not hurt you in the way you desire, my darling. I love you too much." My hand went to her breast as I whispered in her ear. "But we both know you need to be punished; it is what is best for you. Although Peter is very good at disciplining you a changed venue with an unknown master could be exciting."
She shivered as she looked me in the eye. "Oh God, John. You are so erotic with me." She kissed me on the lips. Her tongue slipped into my mouth. She breathed into me. "And I love it when you are watching..... when another man touches my body...." My cock jumped. "... and when he whips me...."
"Oh, Penny. God, you are so sexy. But I really want you to be properly dealt with."
"And did you love it when those men on the island beat me and......and ..." Penny hesitated as her hand went to my now fully erect cock secreting pre-come.
"Fucked you?" I added as I sighed, feeling her manipulation. "Oh, Penny, darling. It was so... so.... sensual. God, those men. So big. So powerful. So masterful with you. It was amazing seeing you being handled so firmly, knowing that when they had dealt with you and satisfied themselves with your body you would be returning to my arms for comfort." Her hand stroked me more firmly.
"Yes, you love 'putting me out' for other men, like a mare put out to the paddock for the stallions; and then you gently tender me after the stallions have had their way." My heart was thumping and my breathing was heavy. I loved her so much. I was in ecstasy. I turned her on to her back. Her legs fell apart and she bent up her knees. I slipped my hand down to her clitoris. My fingers played; she moaned. Her labia was secreting. No further lubrication was needed. I mounted her like the stallion she had described. With ease I pushed my rigid cock into her. Five minutes later we had both orgasmed and I had withdrawn my cock leaving my sperm to trickle out onto the sheets.
We laid in each others arms contentedly. "I am seeing Peter tomorrow," I told her as my hand meandered over the nub of her hard wet little clitoris. Penny gave a sharp intake of breath.
"Oh! What will you two talk about?"
"He will probably want to arrange another Saturday meeting." I told her. She shuddered in my arms.
Although Penny was Peter's PA, while they were at work he was the epitome of a gentleman. His dealings with Penny were respectful and polite, and she responded to him as any efficient humble PA would. While at work they never mentioning the other side of their lives and the activities they participated in out of hours. No one would suspect that a very different relationship had developed. Before our visit to the Island, on some Saturdays when the engineering firm was closed, Peter had, with my connivance, requested Penny to attend his office. There he had confronted my wife with spurious errors at work and dealt with her by introducing her to corrective corporal punishment with a belt and cane. In my presence he had ended these sessions with sexual intercourse, penetrating my Penny while she was naked and bent over his desk. On one occasion, he had even invited the Security Guard on duty to cane her and then violate her. Of course none of this was anything like as erotic as the reparations he had arranged for her to pay on the Island of Anenagansty.
She knew what a meeting on a Saturday would entail. Penny gasped at my utterance. "God," she said. "I don't think that I am ready. Is that what you want?... Do you want me to go to him?..... To let him....." She left the sentence unfinished as she turned on to her side.
"Yes, my darling. I do." I once again caressed her bottom. I gave it a slap. "You were a dirty naughty girl on that Island and you will need to be punished."
She gasped. "You want him to use the strap?" She must have felt my cock jump next to her thigh as she said this. I was pleasantly surprised that I was managing a second erection so soon. She was breathing heavily as she gave me a kiss. Her hand once again went to my penis. It was becoming rigid. "And, my darling. You liked watching me with him, didn't you?"
"I love to see you under his control." I replied. "Afterwards he should fuck you hard. Then you would come back to me."
She turned, pushed her bruised bottom up as she got up on her elbows, and placed her head down on the pillow. "You want to see him punish me, then fuck me?"
"Oh God, yes. That is so erotic. I really do."
"I think that you had better put that cock of yours to good use again while you think about it," she giggled. "Then you can discuss with him how he should deal with a naughty girl. And then later you will tell me what he said." She raised her buttocks further. "Now fuck me in the manner that you would like him to fuck me." I knelt up, moved behind her, positioned my cock, and mounted her in the manner of the stallion.
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Peter and I had arranged to meet in a pub after work. We had got our beers and were sitting at a small side table. After a preliminary chat Peter told me that he needed to get my reaction to a proposal he had. I knew that it would be about my wife. I felt my cock moving in my trousers in anticipation.
He explained that prior to the visit to the Island he had, as I was well aware, much enjoyed the encounters in his office on Saturdays. He had built upon Penny's, until then, hidden masochistic desires. Under his guidance she had been disciplined before being penetrated by both him and the security guard in my presence. All this would have been completely alien to her, and me, before he tangled us into his web.
But I had consented, and had even assisted him in manipulating my wife. He convinced me that my wife was an exceptionally highly charged sexual woman who needed to be fully stretched. This was the reason why I had accepted that he could take her under his control in the first place. He would look after her masochistic desires which I was unable to do. All three of us had benefited in our own ways from the domination that Peter had provided.
He asked me how Penny was getting on. I told him that she knew I was meeting him. "She is looking forward to my return to hear the results of our discussion." I told him.
He took a sip of his beer then looked me in the eye. "John, I wish to introduce Penny to some friends."
This took me by surprise. I took a sip of my beer. My cock was slowly hardening, I wanted to hear more. Peter seemed embarrassed as he lifted his glass for another drink.
"Let's just say that I would like Penny to er... how can I put it delicately. Let's say, be available to some of my friends." He paused. "I wanted to consult you before I arrange it."
I gulped. "My God." I took a swig of my beer. My hand was shaking. My cock was straining. I looked at him. "Gosh. Er... Well... er... really? You mean other men?"
"Probably only two or three."
"What..... a sort of gang bang?"
He ignored my question. "Listen John. We both know that Penny did not conduct herself as a married woman should on Anenagansty." He paused as he took another sip of his beer. "Perhaps some further education is required?"
"Well she was a bit naughty; but you did encourage her." I smiled.
"Yes, I suppose we did." He responded with a laugh.
"Do you need to punish her again?"
"Well, I think that it is time for us to up the stakes a bit. My friends are ..., er....how shall I put it.... are well practised at dealing with errant wives." He replied.
We were silent, each with his own thoughts. My cock was now rigid and hurting in the confines of my trousers. I took a sip of beer as my mind tumbled: 'Two or three of them. Wow. Experienced in 'dealing with errant wives'...? Would Penny really want that?' God, thinking of Peter and two of his friends 'dealing' with her.... It was... Oh my God.... My heart thumped in my chest.
"Dealing with wives?" I asked.
"Yes, John. Husbands like you, who feel that their wives have behaved badly, use their services to deal with transgressions."
"Wow." My mind was a jumble. My cock firm. "Er... sounds interesting. We would have to meet them first?" I was gibbering needlessly.
"Well, yes, certainly. I would like to introduce you both to them first."
"Oh! Where would this happen? Your home?"
"No. My friends would want to use some of their own facilities ... er.... how should I put it. Perhaps.... er ... in keeping with the services they provide."
"Oh...." I exclaimed, although I had absolutely no idea what he was suggesting.
"I have told them about Penny and they agree that she would be ideal to experience their .... er.... fetishes in their facilities room."
"What do you mean? What sort of facility room?"
"Let's just say a place where we would all enjoy Penny experiencing the furniture and accoutrements." He smiled.
"Furniture and .....?"
"Yes, you know John .... To control her and impose correction." He didn't expand on that but went on to explain that he was about to set it up. Would I approve if he organised the meeting?
'Bloody hell,' I thought. I was about to agree punishment for my lovely wife at the hand of a couple of strangers. As we finished our beers I asked him what he had told them about Penny.
"Well; just that she is a very beautiful and sexy woman, who has a strong masochist streak and is married to a really nice guy who does not wish to cause her the pain and humiliation she craves. They are very keen to see you both."
We discussed the fact that she would need to be fully recovered from the Island experience. "She still has some serious cane marks," I told him.
"Yes. I expected that. Look, before I set it up why don't you send me a couple of photos of Penny which I can show my friends to maintain their interest."
"Photos?"
"Yes. We would need one of her bottom showing the marks and another of her breasts."
"What, naked?"
"Yes John. Naked. I will set up a meeting for four weeks time. The bruising should have gone by then. In the meantime you get me the photos. How does that sound?"
"Er, well. I am not sure...."
"Come on John. You know that she thrives on being under control. She will be aching for it by then." He said bluntly.
My heart was beating fast. "Oh, God. Well ... er .... OK, Peter. But Penny may not agree." I nearly shot my load in my trousers I was so nervous. "I will see what I can do."
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That evening Penny was desperate to know what Peter and I had discussed. I put her off until after dinner and then, once the plates had been removed and the kitchen had been tidied, she and I took our glasses of wine to the sitting room where we sat together on the sofa. I put an arm around her shoulder.
"Well, what did he have to say?"
"Who?" I asked.
She slapped my thigh. "Peter. Come on; don't keep me in suspense any longer."
I told her about our conversation. Penny listened carefully and, as I talked, her breathing quickening. She took several gulps of her wine. I didn't tell her about 'the room with appropriate furniture'. I thought that could wait. Too much information at this stage could put her off.
".....and so we can expect him to arrange a meeting in about a month," I concluded.
"Oh God," Penny replied. She kissed me. "Peter and two other men.... That sounds... wow. Will you be OK with that?"
I held her in my arms. "Yes, my darling," I kissed her. "Apparently Peter's two friends specialise in dealing with errant wives. I know that we would both find it tremendously exciting."
My hand dropped to her covered breast. I kissed her on her ear as I whispered: "I told him that his plan would be very suitable." Penny took a deep breath. We kissed gently. She was breathing hard.
My hand held her breast firmly. "He wants a couple of photos of you."
She thought for a moment. "Why?"
"He wants to show his friends the marks, proving that you can take a beating." I told her.
She shivered. "Oh my God...... Oh God no. Wow!..... Scary!" She touched my aching cock through my trousers. "Come to bed. I need you now," she told me.
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A couple of nights later, after some gentle persuasion, I made Penny bend over naked while I took two photos of her backside, prominently showing five clear stripes remaining from her previous caning. I then took three more photos of her lovely naked 36 C breasts. Having stimulated the nipples to hardness I took one photo of her on her hands and knees with her breasts hanging down, and two with her standing up with her arms behind her back and shoulders back, sticking her breasts out proudly; one from the front and the other from the side. I didn't want electronic copies of the photos to be available to others so, with my sophisticated printer at home, I printed enlarged copies, placed them in an A4 envelope, and told Penny to deliver them to her boss at work the next day.
Penny assured me that the envelope had been placed on Peter's desk. I didn't hear from him for a week. I was at my desk at work when the telephone rang.
"Hello John, it's Peter."
My heart jumped. I tried to remain calm. "Oh hello Peter, how are you?" I replied.
"Oh, I am fine thanks. Those photos were excellent," he paused. "My friends were very complimentary."
"Oh, good. I am glad that they liked them."
"Yes. They are very happy to take on the task we discussed. I take it that Penny and you wish to proceed?" He asked.
"Oh, er... yes, Peter. If you think that would be a good way forward." I felt my cock slowly coming out of its sleeping mode.
"Good. I will set it up for a couple of weeks."
"Oh, OK."
"John. One small point that my friends have asked."
"Oh, what's that?"
"It's a bit embarrassing, but they want her clean." He told me.
"What?" I was confused. "Of course, Peter, a bath?"
"No John. Her cunt is to be clean of sex from now until the meeting." My cock was now hard.
"What," I touched myself. "You mean that I can't have sex with my wife?"
"Yes, John. She is not to have sex until after the meeting. In that way she will be clean and ready for them."
"Oh, God. Oh hell. OK Peter. I understand." He hung up. Suddenly I burst into my trousers leaving a very distinct wet patch.
xxXxx
It was late on a Saturday afternoon when he phoned again, this time at our home. I had not seen nor spoken to him since our previous call, although I had recalled our discussion often, particularly as an enhancement when masturbating. Penny and I had not made love for three weeks since that call, which was an unusually long break for us, but I had managed to make several excuses as to why I was not able to be responsive.
I was surprised by the call.
"Ah John. Is Penny there?"
"She is out in the garden. Shall I get her?" I replied not immediately associating the call with our previous discussions. My initial thought was that this was a work problem.
"No don't worry. She needs to be ready for 6.00pm this evening." He told me.
It suddenly dawned on me. "Oh?" I stammered. "Er... what? This evening?
"My friends have a couple staying with them and all four are available this evening."
"Oh, God. Four!"
"Yes. They have the room ready for her."
My heart skipped a beat then hammered in my chest. The time had arrived. I could hardly breath as I shivered.
"Oh. Wow. Room? Ready? Oh, God. Do you want to talk to her? Shall I get her?" My heart was thumping. I was shaking as I held the phone. I wanted him to tell her.
"No. Just tell her that the car will pick you both up at six o'clock."
My cock stirred in my pants. I cleared my throat. "Er.... Where are we going? Will we need to dress up?"
"Well, we will not be dining. But yes, Penny will need to be smart to make an impression. We will be having drinks first, which will give us the opportunity to introduce you both to my friends." He paused.
"Oh, OK."
"Then after drinks....." I heard him take in a deep breath. "Er... Her dress needs to be simple. No difficult buckles. Easy to access, or for show. Trousers would be good. That dark blue trouser suit always looks good on her." He was referring to one of Penny's favourite outfits which she often wore to work in the summer. The trousers were of light linen and tightly hugged her backside and upper thighs. The jacket was loose fitting with a couple of buttons and a deep V necessitating an under garment. It could be fastened with a single button at her stomach, or it could be worn loose. It was a long jacket, covering the tops of her hips.
I agreed that she looked fetching in it. "Oh OK. I will tell her."
"Yes, that will be good." He mussed. "And John....."
"Yes?"
"Is she clean?"
"What?" Then remembering our telephone call. "Yes, Peter. She is clean."
"Good. She will not need panties nor a bra."
My cock jerked. "Oh, God.... OK, I will tell her." I breathed deeply. A sudden thought occurred. "Shall I tell her to wear stockings and a suspender belt?"
"No, that will not be necessary. She should be naked under her outer clothing." He paused. "And one more thing."
"Yes, Peter."
"You will be leaving her with us. She will not be back home until tomorrow afternoon or evening. I don't want any misunderstanding."
"Oh God." I replied. "Oh, I am not sure...."
"John!"
"Yes, OK, Peter. I understand."
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I immediately went out to the garden to find Penny. Her back was facing me as she bent over dead heading some flowers. I had to admire her figure with her slim waist, rounded hips and a firm, and evident, bottom under her gardening trousers. The bottom that I loved and that Peter had previously caned. Much to my delight it still showed the slight trace of three blue thin stripes from our trip to the Caribbean the previous month. The main bruising had gone. I loved those marks. I went behind her taking her hips in my hands. My cock was still enlarged as it touched her through our clothing.
As she stood in front of me I leaned forward and kissed her on the neck.
"Oh, are you feeling frisky?" she asked.
My lips were close to her ear. "Peter just phoned."
She stiffened as she realised. "Oh God," she exclaimed putting her hand to her mouth and turning to me. "Is it about.....?"
I leant forward and kissed her neck. "He wants to see you, darling," I explained.
She shivered. "Oh!"
"This evening."
She shivered again. "Oh, no."
I kissed her again and held her hips tightly pulling her back into me where my cock was now hard. "He wants to introduce you to his friends." She was now panting hard. I took the garden clippers out of her hand. "They studied the photos we sent. They saw the cane marks and said that you would be very suitable. It is to be tonight." I told her. I felt her knees buckle. I held her tightly in to me to prevent her falling.
"Oh God." She replied. I encircled her in my arms holding her firmly as she trembled,. She was breathing deeply. "Oh God, what is going to happen? I am so nervous." I kissed her lips.
"I will tell you upstairs. We had better get going. The car will be here for us at 6.00pm. It doesn't give us much time," I told her as I gave her bottom a slap.
I felt so guilty. I loved my wife dearly. But I also knew that I could not provide the masochistic sexual excitement that she craved. Peter with all his charm and good manners could. She admired him at work and, as we had often discussed, she fantasised about his dominance. Peter had told me that his friends would provide correction for my wife. She would be at their disposal in their so called 'room with furniture that Penny would appreciate'. My hand shook in anticipation. I was so excited. I wanted this to happen. I knew that Penny, although terrified by the thought, would want to be punished by Peter and his friends.
Penny was in the shower when I joined her in the bathroom and passed her a glass of Champagne. I admired her lovely body. She smiled at me as she soaped her breasts. As she turned I could see the faint lines on her bottom. I resisted the temptation to touch her, returning to our bedroom.
xxXxx
I laid out the blue trousers and blazer Peter had suggested. I added a beautifully soft white Cashmere top for her to wear under the jacket. It was thin, almost transparent in its lightness. She had worn it before and, with buttons down the front, I knew that it would provide a tight, almost sheer fit over her breasts. Without the bra, as Peter had instructed, it would cling to her bust and display her beautiful 36 C, bordering on 'D', breasts enticingly. I knew that it would show her hard firm nipples and would be incredibly provocative. They had seen her breasts in the photos. Now they were to see them for real. That would delight Peter and his friends. As I thought about it I felt my cock starting to enlarge again. God my wife was going to be exposed.... and probably a lot more!
I was in my boxers as I took a clean shirt, jacket and smart trousers out of the wardrobe. Penny came into the room wrapped in a towel and sipping from her glass. "You haven't told me anything about what's going on. Where are we going?" She asked. "Do you know anything about Peter's friends?"
I went across to her and put my arms around her. "I do not know a lot myself. All I know is that Peter said that they shared similar interests; he wanted you to meet them and that, having seen the photos, they said that you were very suitable for their purposes."
She finished drying herself and dropped the towel. I held her tight and kissed her lips.
"Well if they want to meet me....." She paused. "Oh God. He must have told them something about me?"
"Yes, and they saw the photo of your marked bottom."
"Oh God. Oh my goodness." She gave a little shudder. "So, where are we meeting them?" she asked.
"He said that they had a room with special furniture that would be appropriate."
"Oh, wow. That sounds scary. I wonder...."
I didn't want her to get cold feet so I moved the conversation on. "Come on, we had better get dressed."
She saw the trousers on the bed. "Oh, why the trousers?" I told her that Peter had particularly asked for her to wear them. "Well they are very comfortable and show off my bum well," she laughed as she went to her lingerie draw. "I have to wear a thong as knicker seams would show."
I put a hand on her arm. "Penny darling, he said that your outfit needed to be simple. No difficult buckles.... No bra and no panties."
She stopped. "What? Oh... God? Really?"
"Yes, darling."
"What else did he say?"
I explained that we would be joining them for drinks when we would be introduced to them all. "Peter's friends have another couple visiting, so including Peter there will be five of them."
"Oh, five!. What's with this room?"
I held her close. "Well they do specialise in wife correction." Penny gave a small tremor. She looked me in the eye.
"Oh God," she said. "Meet with five men. Special room? Correction? I thought that it was going to be just some friends and drinks or something. Perhaps a little kissing and cuddling.... "
I kissed her on the lips as I pressed my hand to her breast. "You knew that it was to be more than that. That's why we sent the photos showing your caned bottom and your bare breasts." I told her. Her nipple was as hard as a bullet.
"Oh John." She faltered. "Oh. God. Perhaps this isn't such a good idea. We don't even know them." She said in a trembling voice.
"Darling, you know that you want this." I squeezed the nipple. I whispered in her ear: "Now, you must get dressed for our Master," I told her. "He said that the trouser suit without panties was smart, simple and suitable."
Penny sat on the bed and looked at me as I pulled on my trousers. Her hand was shaking. "I suspected that ...... and you knew all along. Didn't you?"
"Come on darling." I told her.
She put on the white Cashmere blouse and buttoned up the front. I noted that it was tight across her breasts, and indeed her nipples and the darker skin of her areola could be seen through it. Then she slipped on the dark blue trousers with a single button holding the waist in tightly. The trousers were tight, creasing up her backside.
It took Penny just five minutes to find suitable shoes, brush her hair and apply her make up. She put on her jacket, fastening the button. She looked in the mirror. "How do I look?" she twirled in front of me. I told her that she looked smart, poised, beautiful and highly desirable.
I continued: "You look lovely," I stepped up and put my hand on her bum. The material was tight across her globes and rode up into the crack of her bottom. My God! The light silky cotton through which I caressed her bottom was no hindrance. I kissed her on the lips. "I love you." She smiled up at me. "Peter will be very proud to show you off." Penny shivered.
The long black car and driver were waiting for us as we emerged from our home.
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The large Georgian house was about two hundred yards down a small unpaved lane. The car turned into a gate, up the drive and we were dropped off opposite an imposing front door. Penny and I exited the car and, as we approached, the door opened. A large, smartly dressed man stepped forward to greet us. He introduced himself as our host, Eric Cavendish. "And you must be Mr Taylor," he said as he took my hand.
Eric was tall and distinguished looking. He seemed to be about sixty, with a full head of thick greying, neatly trimmed hair. He had broad shoulders and a full chest. He was dressed in slacks, a smart shirt, a cravat around his neck, and a velvet, deep red smoking jacket. He gripped my hand firmly shaking it with his large hand.
He turned to Penny who was just behind me: "Mrs Taylor," He said as he took her hand and brought it to his lips. "I have heard a lot about you from Peter." He smiled, maintaining the hold of her hand, as he looked her up and down. "I am so glad that you agreed to join us tonight." Penny gave him a gentle smile. Eric led us through the front door into an imposing hall. On the right was an open door through which he guided us. This opened up into a spacious, comfortable and elegantly decorated sitting room, with a couple of sofas and many large comfortable looking arm chairs. Standing by an open fire was Peter, conversing with three other men.
Eric served us each a drink from a sideboard as Peter came forward to greet us. "It is lovely to see you both." He held Penny's shoulders as he kissed her on each cheek. "I am so glad that you were able to make it." He laughed as he looked her up and down. "I must say that you are looking lovely; just as I would expect when you meet my special friends." The others looked on. "Let me introduce you."
David was Eric's partner. This was an unexpected surprise! David was shorter then the others, had long dark hair down to his shoulders and, like his partner, was smartly dressed. He was absolutely charming as he shook Penny's hand, bringing it up to his lips for a kiss.
Hank was a big fellow at about six foot three. He appeared to be younger than the others at about 40. He was in jeans and a polo shirt which showed off his impressive shoulders and biceps. He gripped my hand tightly as he was introduced but was studying Penny as he shook my hand. He had a slight cockney accent.
Equally tall was the fifth man who was introduced as Aragon. Aragon was tall and slim; and seemed to be about 50 plus years old. Aragon was also from cockney London, originally of African extraction. He was very dark-skinned with a good physique and handsome face. Penny looked him in the eye as she was introduced and I sensed a slight blush on her cheeks. They were fascinated to meet Penny, who seemed rather reticent and subdued, and was noticeably nervous, as she was introduced to each of them. She was conscious of being the centre of attention.
As the others talked Peter took Penny aside. "Are you OK," he asked her as his hand slipped down to her bottom.
I gulped at this overt demonstration of sexuality in such benign surroundings. My cock stirred. Penny took a sip of her Champagne. "Well a bit nervous," she replied.
He placed a hand on her shoulder. "Not really surprising. A bit of fear raises the exhilaration, don't you think?" Penny shivered. Her hand was shaking as she took another gulp of her drink.
"Peter," she looked up at him. "Is this going to be a social evening?" She asked. "Or should I be addressing you as 'Sir' tonight?"
Peter laughed. "I think that you could have worked out the answer to that yourself!"
Penny gulped as she looked across at me before turning to him again. "So it is to be 'Sir'?" she asked.
Peter smiled. "Good girl. Yes, that would be suitable." He patted her bottom again.
For the next half hour the seven of us chatted, got to know a little about each other and generally made small talk. The five men made a point of talking with Penny. I had to admit that I felt a twinge of jealousy seeing them paying her so much attention, but this was short lived as I anticipated with excitement what was in store.
At one point Peter took me aside away from the others. He held my arm as we looked across at the others busily vying for Penny's attention. "John, you appreciate that they specialise in dealing with wayward wives. They will expect to punish her without question," he told me quietly.
I turned towards him. "She was always very excited when you required her to visit your office on Saturdays. So, I think that she knows what to expect."
"Ah yes. But this is likely to be a bit more severe than that."
"Oh God. Well, perhaps I ought to discuss it with her," I replied.
"No, no time for that now." We moved to rejoin the others. He then whispered in my ear. "Of course they all expect to fuck her as well."
I stopped and he paused beside me. "Oh God, Peter." I looked him in the eye. "I hadn't really thought about that. But you can tell your friends that she likes it hard."
He smiled. "Yes, I will convey your wishes."
Eric continued as the good host serving drinks and canapés. Penny must have been on her third or fourth glass when there was a pause in the conversation. She stood between me and Eric. "Tell me about your recent trip to the Caribbean, Penny," he asked her.
So he knew about our trip, I thought. Peter, standing beside him, smiled at me. He had obviously told them and, of course, those damned photos. But how much had he told them? I took her hand. She gave mine a squeeze.
"Well," Penny replied. "Peter, John and I had a few days in the British Virgin Islands to get some sun."
"And what about the contract that Peter was after?" Eric inquired as the others fell silent.
"Oh yes, that was on the small Island of Anenagansty," Penny replied. "Peter's firm was bidding for the engineering contract to revitalize the small harbour."
"And how did it involve you?" I squeezed Penny's hand. God they knew.
Penny blushed. "Oh, ... er... well... er.."
"Tell me." Gone was the soft tone of cocktail party banter. This was a more harsh direction.
Penny looked startled as she shivered. She took a deep breath then a sip from her glass. "Well, to secure the contract they wanted me to... sort of..... make up for some terrible injustices that one of the female ancestors had suffered a hundred and fifty years ago." She stammered. I squeezed her hand again.
There was a hush from the rest of the room. All attention was on Penny. David broke the silence. "How interesting," he said. He turned to me. "And did you enjoy your wife being made to recompense for these injustices?"
"Well, it was certainly exhilarating." I replied.
"Is that why you brought your wife here this evening, Mr Taylor?" He asked as he placed a hand on Penny's shoulder. ".... to get a kick from putting her on show to us?"
Penny trembled bedside me. Although it was close to the truth I was a bit shocked at such a blatant remark from a stranger. I suddenly felt guilty. My cock stirred. I licked my lips. "Well, when Peter suggested that he wanted Penny to be introduced to some of his friends I did think that it would be interesting."
Eric now turned to Penny. "And why would Peter want to introduce you to us, Penny?"
"Erm.... I am not sure, sir." Penny took another sip of her drink. Her hand was shaking. She was obviously now more nervous of the attention she was receiving. "Perhaps he thought that it would be enlightening for me to meet you," she smiled.
Eric's hand slipped down holding her upper arm. "Enlightening?"
She flinched as she seemed awkward with the hold of Eric's hand. "Well, Peter is my boss. We have a good working relationship."
His hand went to her back. "And?" He was intimidating her.
Penny hesitated. "He demands high standards ....." Her voice faltered. Eric's hand slipped lower.
"Yes....."
Penny's breasts beneath her jacket were rising up and down with her belaboured breathing. "Well..... Let's just say he has his ways."
"His ways?" Eric's hand was now at her hip.
"Yes," she replied. "Oh, you know," she added with a nervous laugh. I watched as his hand gently moved down, pushing her blazer aside, and smoothly covered her bottom. My cock was hard now causing an uncomfortably protuberance in my trousers. I was still holding Penny's hand. I gave it another squeeze.
"And what are his ways?" His hand was now blatantly caressing her buttocks. The tight, light linen material barely existed. It was the only obstacle between his hand and the naked flesh of my wife's backside. Penny did nothing to stop him. There was now no doubt in her mind, or mine, where this was leading. She was enjoying the touch and felt the moisture forming in her vulva. She started breathing even more heavily. She couldn't help herself. She moaned as she pushed her bottom back to his touch. God, she wanted this. My heart thumped in my chest as I squeezed her hand again.
"Do you mean he punishes you?"
"Oh. Er....." He gave her buttock a gentle slap.
"Here?"
"Oh God...... Yes."
"Yes, what?"
She realised that the time had come when the 'cocktail party' polite social intermingling was over. She was not now an equal making polite conversation at a party. He was a master, like Peter, in control, demanding. Her heart beat quickened. She loved the feeling of being under their control. She wanted this; but, God, it was frightening. "Yes, sir," she said. She felt the moisture. Her vagina was weeping. She knew that there would be a damp patch on her trousers soon. She should get to the ladies. But she couldn't tear herself away.
"And how do you feel about that." He gave her another slap.
"Well, if it is thought to be necessary. I ... erm..."
"You accept punishment. And that is why you were persuaded to come to my home to meet us?"
Penny paused. Oh God, she realised. They are all Doms. She and her husband were the only submissive two in the room. She wanted this. It excited her. "Yes, sir."
He looked at me as he continued to caress her bottom, but continued talking to Penny. "And your husband? How dies he feel about this?"
"John agrees with Peter that I sometimes need correction."
"So, he beats you as well?"
"Oh no. John.... er... my husband is very gentle with me. We love each other deeply. Our relationship is based on gentleness and love..." She looked up and our eyes met.
"But he brought you here?"
"Yes. He likes to watch."
The silence in the room was noticeable. All attention was on the two of them. Eric's hand now gripped Penny's buttock. "Watch what?"
Penny looked at me again. There was a deep bond between us as we both knew where this was going. Her heart was beating hard in her chest. She took a deep breath. "As I said, my husband loves me. But..." she sighed deeply. "He likes to see me with other men."
"And you want to please your husband?"
Penny licked her lips. "Yes, sir. I do." She sighed.
He gave her backside a sharper slap than previously. "Well I am sure that you are going to have a very painful but fulfilling time tonight."
Eric turned and looked at me. "And is that what you want, John?" He asked. Penny shivered and also looked at me anxiously.
"Err... err.. .Yes, sir. I think that it would be appropriate if she was dealt with properly."
Penny gasped at my words. Eric placed his hands on her shoulders turning Penny to face those in the room. He cleared his throat. "What do you think David?"
David stepped forward and casually undid the button to allow her jacket to fall open. My heart was pounding as he pulled the lapels aside allowing us all to see my wife's firm breasts sculptured within her tight sweater. Her beautiful breasts were rising and falling with her heavy breathing. The nipples, which I had suckled so many times, were conspicuously hard on display, easily discernable through the light Kashmir.
"My God," David responded as he licked his lips. "They are absolutely lovely." He raised a hand towards Penny's breasts and gently brushed a proud nipple. "They are perfect," he coughed. I watched entranced as he stretched out his hand to cover a whole breast. "Lovely. Ideal for the harness, I think Eric." Penny gulped. My cock thumped. 'A harness?'
"Yes." Eric replied. "We can harness these for you....You see my dear," Eric said as one of his hands returned to her bottom. "Whereas Aragon and I are bottom men...." he slapped her buttocks.... "David is the sort of man who likes to work on the breasts. Isn't that right, David?" Penny squirmed with embarrassment which soon turned to pleasure. She was definitely wet down below and only hoped that no one would notice the stain spreading on her trousers.
David's hands had now enveloped both of Penny's breasts. "Yes, beautifully firm. These will take the whip well." He said. Penny's knees gave way and she would have fallen if Eric had not been there to hold her.
I cleared my throat. "Oh, God, no. She has never been whipped there."
"It will be a new experience then." David said as he looked down at her. Penny shivered.
"What about you Aragon? What do you and Hank think?" Eric asked as he turned Penny around so her back was now facing the room.
Both men came forward. Hank placed a large hand on Penny covered buttocks. "Bend forward," he told her in his deep voice. Penny's head was close to Eric's chest. She placed her hands on Eric's shoulders to give herself support as she bent forward. My God this was erotic. My cock was hard in my trousers as I watched these men touch my wife through her clothing. Aragon placed his hands on Penny's hips. He held her for a few moments before allowing his hands to travel over the full extent of her bottom. He slapped her arse a couple of times then allowed his hand to drift up between her legs. "Oh, yes. This arse is ideal for punishment. It will do very nicely," he said. "And she is already wet," he added with a smile.
"OK, Penny. The time has come. Let's get you ready." He turned to the others. "Gentlemen, please excuse us." Eric nodded for me to follow as he led us towards a door at the side of the room. Peter, Aragon, David and Hank were left standing watching in silence as we walked out of the room.
xxXxx
The room next door was much darker so it took a moment or two for our eyes to adjust. There were no windows; the room being subtly lit with low hidden lights, giving it a warm rich glow. It was spacious; luxuriously fitted out with red silk curtains hanging from ceiling to floor on three walls; the fourth wall had various items hanging from hooks or lying on the three shelves extending its length. There were large mirrors on the other three walls reflecting the light and making it difficult to avoid ones own image. Spaced out around the floor were various pieces of robustly made furniture. Penny's eyes were glazed as Eric took his time explaining their use:
Against one wall was a St Andrew's cross. It was constructed from dark wood. Eric indicated the stainless steel hooks at various positions on the arms and legs. "Ideal for stretching the body, either facing the room or alternatively with the back and hindquarters exposed," he explained.
Up against another of the mirrored walls was a big double bed covered with a black silk sheet, and with copious pillows up by the head. Eric drew our attention to the various straps protruding from the four corners. "Of course the bed can be used for numerous activities," he explained.
In the centre of the room was what I immediately recognised from my perusal of the web to be a whipping bench. It was similar to, but smaller than, a gymnastic vaulting horse; made of solid wood, nearly three feet high, with a top shelf of about three feet long and six inches wide. It was covered in soft cushioned red leather, matching the leather on the leg supports on either side. Eric ran his hand over the top showing us the various straps as he did so. "The supports for the legs can be moved apart," he told us as he stood between them with his crotch touching the end of the main bench. Penny was conscious of her nipples which were solid under her top. I conscious of my hard cock.
"You will know about the pillory," Eric said as he touched the solid dark wood of the piece on the side. The wooden stock had only one orifice, large enough for the neck.
"Yes," replied Penny. "They had me in a pillory on the Island," she told him.
Beneath it, bolted to the floor and offset by a couple of feet, was a frame with a leather top at waist height and with eye holes about two feet apart at ankle level. Eric guided Penny with a hand on her back to the frame explaining how the offset of it would ensure that, when she was secured to it, her body would be bent forward with her neck held firm forcing her lower body to bend over. "Both the neck support and the frame are adjustable for height," Eric proudly explained. "The purpose is to hold the offender's neck firmly, thus extending the upper body up and forward, with the bench adjusted to push back the waist and lower body. The body would be in an elongated sort of "S" shape. To ensure maximum projection of your breasts," he explained, "your hands will be bound together behind your back and pulled up on a pulley." Which he showed us dangling from the ceiling. It was obvious that Eric took great pride in the mechanics. "Both your bottom and breasts will be available for whipping at the same time," he concluded with pride. "But the snag is," explained Eric to me, "although the backside is well available for flogging, the vagina is not well exposed for punishment or penis penetration. So better to use the bed or whipping bench for work on the vagina." He smiled. Penny gulped and trembled.
The fifth item covered with a sheet was, explained Eric, a Sybian Stool. "Have you ever had the pleasure of using a Sybian stool Penny?" he asked. My wife replied that she had no idea what a Sybian stool was. He told us that he would leave the explanation of that until later, although, he added: ".... it gives much pleasure to a lady using it."
Eric stood watching us as Penny and I took time to absorb the amazing pieces of furniture and imagine their uses. I knew that Penny was excited by what she was observing. She was breathing hard and she shivered as she ran a hand over the soft leather top of the whipping bench. We both glanced at Eric who had gone to the fourth wall and retrieved a riding crop from a hook. He struck his hand with the crop as he came back towards us. He put the crop next to her hand on the bench. She licked her lips and looked at me. Eric placed his hand on hers. "Well, you have met me and my friends and have seen our playroom how do you feel about it?" He asked gently as he moved her hand to the crop. His other hand caressed of her upper arm.
Penny shivered. "Frightened," she replied timidly as she instinctively gripped the handle of the crop. My heart pumped in anticipation. Eric returned to the wall holding the implements. This time he returned holding a leather strap. It had a hard round eight inch handle with a thick leather tongue of about ten inches, which then split into about ten or so thongs for a further eight inches. He placed it on the bench next to her hand. Penny looked at it, looked at Eric, then took it into her hand. She caressed the phallic like handle.
"My friends and I are going to enjoy demonstrating these facilities with you."
I looked at Penny. She was wide eyed and looking scared. I couldn't determine what she felt. I was getting cold feet myself. I took her other hand and looked into her eyes. "Darling, perhaps we have got in too deep. This could be too much." Eric took a pace back from us both.
Penny looked around the room and then at me. "God, it is so freaky.... and scary. I am not...." She paused and gripped my hand in both of hers. "What do you want, darling?" While we were talking I noticed that Eric had gone back to the far wall.
I put my arm protectively around her shoulders and hugged her tightly. My cock was hard, pressing into her hip "Darling, if you wish we can go...." I gave her a kiss.
"Oh God," she replied. She turned to Eric who was returning to us with a small bamboo cane in his hand. "You will be using these on me?"
"Oh, that will just be to begin with." The noise of the school cane swishing through the air was electrifying. Penny's knees gave way as she slipped to the floor.
"Sorry, I am so sorry. My legs gave way. I think that I sort of fainted."
"Are you OK, darling?" I asked as I helped her stagger up on to her feet.
"Yes, I am fine now." Eric took her hand and placed the cane in it.
Suddenly the door opened and Peter came into the room. "The others are getting impatient. They wanted to know if all was well." His eyes were drawn to the cane in Penny's hand.
"Yes, Mrs Taylor likes what she sees! Isn't that right?" Eric asked.
"Well, I am not sure. There is so much to take in." She placed the cane on the bench with the other two implements, looking at and touching each in turn. "I don't think....." she left the remainder of the sentence unsaid.
There was a moment of silence in the room. She realised that this was the decisive moment. She looked at Peter, Eric and I studying her, and patiently waiting. There were three other men next door also waiting. She knew that she could walk out of this room now and that I would respect her decision. I would take her home without discussion. But she also knew that I would be disappointed. She felt a flutter in her stomach. She had to make a decision. Now.
Penny leant up and gave me a quick kiss on the lips. She then moved back, looked at the others and with a deep intake of breath, she put her hands on the lapels of her jacket and eased it off her shoulders. She passed the jacket to me and I placed it on the bed. She knelt on the floor and quickly slipped out of her shoes. The three of us knew that this was the final act of agreement. She was going to go through with it. My cock nearly exploded. She went and stood in front of Eric. Nothing was said. Penny stood tall with her hard nipples pushing out the tight sweater. Eric slowly undid the six buttons from the top down, pushed the sweater aside. He touched both naked breasts gently almost as if by accident. Peter removed the cardigan. Penny breasts were standing proud. The only sound in the room was her heavy breathing. The three of us were beside her. I watched Eric's hands move over both breasts. This time it was no accident. Her breasts were naked for him. My very hard cock was pushing at the confines of my trousers as Eric massaged her breasts firmly.
Peter came forward. "It has been decided that your breasts should be more prominently displayed." Eric went back to the wall. Peter paused as he held her shoulders tightly before continuing: "We are going to make them more enticing. A better target for the whip." Penny gasped and stumbled.
The black leather harness that Eric took from the wall and brought to Penny was an amazing tangle of leather straps. Eric described it as a high waisted, bust harness. I watched as Eric and Peter helped Penny slip on the shoulder straps. The waist strap, which was fastened just below the bust, was about three inches wide. It was hard leather, padded and suitably shaped to uplift the underside of Penny's breasts; it had four straps attached to the front. The outer two went over her shoulders, similar to those of a normal bra. The inner two straps were attached to a collar which Eric fitted around her neck. On each side the two supporting straps were joined together just above each breast with a further strap. Each breast was now encircled by black leather. Eric fiddled with and tightened all the straps so that the waist supporting strap lifted the breasts, pushing them up, making them more full. The pressure of the other straps was sufficient to bight into her skin, but not painfully. Penny's lovely breasts were now beautifully projected, making them more full and almost conical in shape. The areola were prominent and the nipples stood more proudly than I had ever seen them. The effect was amazing, not only adding substantially to Penny's breast size, but increasing the lift and protrusion.
Peter turned back towards me and continued in a quiet voice. "You have to admire the effect," he said.
As I admired her Penny turned towards a mirror and gave a shiver. Her hands cupped her breasts as she looked at her reflection.
Peter stood behind her and held her shoulders. "I assume that you have been celibate for the last couple of weeks as directed?" he asked in a soft voice. She gasped as she looked at me. I had not told her of Peter's direction so this was a surprise for her.
Peter told me to remove her trousers. I bent down and unbuttoned the single button on her trousers, then eased them down over her hips. I picked them up and placed them on the bed. Peter turned her so that Eric could view her bottom. Eric gave it a slap. Peter turned her again. She was now facing Eric and me.
Penny had never shaved her pubic hair. Although she had had to trim loose hairs above her pubis and those between her legs to ensure that none escaped the top and sides of her bikini bottoms, she generally left the copious dark haired bush covering her pubis untrimmed. She knew that was how I liked it. Eric was enhanced staring at her pubic area. He pulled himself together. "Wonderful," Eric said as his fingers probed her wet labia. "I think that she is well ready," he smiled as he put his fingers to his mouth.
"Normally on these occasions we get the husband to formally present his wife to our friends," Eric explained. "So in a moment Peter and I will go and get the others to join us. We will stand over here," he said as he pointed towards the bed. "And you two stand in the space here. John, you stand behind Penny and let her answer any questions our guests may have. It is a good way to establish our likes and any limits before we start."
I stood and took Penny's hand, pulling it gently so she was standing in front of me on the spot that Eric had indicated. She was naked, other than the harness, with her head held high. I stood behind her holding her shoulders.
Peter looked hard at her. "Penny, you look perfect," he told her as they both left the room.
At last we were alone. "How are you feeling, darling?" I asked Penny as I encircled her waist with my arms. "Your breasts are amazing," I said as I placed a hand up to encompass one protruding bosom. The nipple was already like an iron plug. I leaned around her to take it in my lips. "They are lovely bound like this." I had a nipple between my teeth. The other between my finger and thumb.
I moved back behind her. "Are you very wet?" I brushed my hand over her labia slipping a finger between the lips. "Oh my God, you certainly are." I told her.
Penny shivered. She took a deep breath. "Oh God." She lent her bottom back into me.
"Wow, you are hard." She told me. "You really want this, don't you?" She asked me.
"Oh my darling." I leant forward and kissed her neck. "I told Peter....." I kissed her again.
"What.... what did you tell him?" she whispered.
"You need to be very brave, my darling." I gripped her shoulders tightly. "I told Peter that you wouldn't let us down and that you would take a good punishment."
"Oh, God..." Just then the five men came into the room. They were all completely naked as they stood silently in front of us. They were not self conscious of their nakedness seeming to be at ease with the circumstances. I held Penny's shoulders firmly so that she was facing them. She was shivering, her naked breasts within the confines of the tight harness, rising and deflating with heavy breathing, were projected outwards in full view.
Although not normally interested in other men's appendages, it was second nature for me to glance at the five half flaccid cocks in front of us. I was aware that Penny's eyes would be studying the same spectacle. Of course we had seen Peter's before. It was a healthy cock slightly larger than normal length but with a good wide girth. His erection had not manifested itself. David was fully shaved and had a small cock, almost shrivelled up beneath the pelvic bone. Eric's was a good size, probably six inches in its limp state. Hank and Aragon stood together slightly to the side. Hank was not only large in stature but had a good sized penis which was half way erect. He was circumcised and the impressive mushroom head was a good sized bulb, almost the size of a golf ball. The trunk was semi-solid and looked to be about seven inches, even though flaccid. Wow.
But it was Aragon's penis which had pride of place. Not yet erect, hanging down between his thighs like a hose, his beefy brown uncircumcised phallus was at least ten inches, even in its semi-flaccid state. 'He even puts those West Indian island men to shame,' I thought. I squeezed Penny's shoulders and turned her slightly so she was facing them.
None of the cocks were fully erect.
I whispered in her ear: "I also told Peter that they should all fuck you hard." Penny gasped and gave an involuntary jump. I felt her push back her bottom on to my own less impressive covered cock.
Eric indicated for me to start.
"Gentlemen you have all met my wife, Penny. I am proud to present her to you. As you have been told she is no stranger to extremes of pain and pleasure and that is why she and I have agreed to meet you today." I paused as the five of them smiled. Penny gave a little sob. My hard cock was firmly touching her bottom through my trousers. I continued: "She has experienced extreme punishment in the past, recently being subjected to the strap, whip and cane." I couldn't help but notice that Aragon's cock head was beginning to show through the loose skin at the tip. My words were having an effect and Eric's hand was now massaging his own cock. I continued. "Eric has explained the various items in the room here, and my wife is expecting you to subject her to them. She has agreed to place herself at your disposal. It gives me great pleasure to offer her to you for correction and subsequent use as you see fit."
Eric spoke: "Thank you, John. That was very clear." He turned to the others. "There you have it. The husband has generously agreed to pass his wife to us for discipline and our use. Let's take any questions you may have."
Eric came forward and placed a hand on Penny's shoulder.
"Now what about this contract in Anenagansty. What happened there?" he asked.
"The local people wanted retribution for a female slave who had been cruelly beaten by her English owners many years ago." Penny paused. There was silence in the room except for some heavy breathing. Penny gave a shiver. "They put me in a pillory."
"And?"
Penny looked down at the floor. "They beat me," she whispered.
I noticed Aragon's cock give a twitch. "Is that what you were expecting?" Eric asked.
Penny paused. "I thought that it might happen."
"Did you want it to happen?"
Once again there was a silent pause. We were all anticipating Penny's response. She shuddered. "Yes, sir," she said softly.
"How did they beat you?"
"Well.... they used a whip on my back and a cane on my bottom."
There was a pause. Aragon came forward. "How many strokes?" He asked.
Penny was getting distressed. "Please, sir.... Please don't. I am not sure."
I gripped Penny's shoulders. "It is OK darling." I looked Aragon in the eye. "They gave her forty strokes with each."
"So eighty strokes?" Aragon's hand went to his cock, the head of which was now showing.
"Yes, sir." Penny replied.
"Very good," Aragon said. "And what else happened?" He asked.
"Some of the men had intercourse with me while I was restrained in the stocks."
David walked purposely to the back wall. He returned holding a strap on dildo. He showed it to us. The instrument was pink made of a sort of flexible material like rubber. The business end was about ten inches long and a full inch wide. 'That will make up for your small tool," I thought to myself with a smile.
"How many men?" Asked Eric.
"Er.. it was ten,"
"Ten Afro-Caribbean men?"
"Yes, sir."
"About this size," asked David holding up the dildo.
"Er, I think a bit smaller." She smiled. "One or two were quite big though." Penny added.
"Did you enjoy it." Aragon asked.
Penny looked down at her feet. "Yes sir," she whispered.
"Did they use your mouth?"
"What... what do you mean."
"Fellatio. Come on girl. Did you suck their penises?"
"Oh God, no sir."
"Have you ever used your mouth on a cock?"
"Oh, no sir. Never. My husband has never expected that of me."
"So no man has come in your mouth."
"Oh my God. How .... No certainly not. Never."
"Would you suck a cock if we told you to?"
There was a pause. Penny looked back at me. I gripped her shoulders tightly. My cock jumped. She must have felt it. I whispered in her ear. "Yes."
"Yes, sir," she repeated.
"Have you ever been penetrated in your anus."
"Oh my God, no. No sir. No, never." She was obviously even more distressed.
"But when you and your husband came here tonight you knew that you would have to experience a range of activities?" My cock was solid as I held her tightly with her bottom pressed back into me. Penny fidgeted against me. I knew that she could feel me.
Penny looked back over her shoulder at me. "Yes, sir. My husband said that I was to make myself available to you."
"And that may include a cock up your arse?"
This time it was me who winced.
There was silence. David came forward and touched her breast. "And your breasts, have they experienced a beating?" he asked.
"No, sir. Oh, no. I have never had to submit to that." Penny was breathing very deeply now making her breasts inflate and deflate expansively.
His hand trembled over her left breast. "But you know why your breasts are in the harness, don't you?"
"I am not sure sir. To make them... more available?" Penny could hardly get the words out she was breathing so deeply.
"And you want to feel the whip on them, don't you?" Asked David. The room was silent waiting for Penny's response. "You want them marked," he continued. Her face reddened as the intensity of her breathing increased. "Your breasts marked with welts, like your backside?"
She shuddered. "Yes sir." Then as an afterthought she whispered. "Yes, please sir. Please mark my breasts."
Oh, I will," David said as he squeezed a nipple. He turned and went to the rack of punishment implements and picked up a a small whip.
"Right Gentlemen. I think that we have established that Penny is to learn many new lessons tonight. So it's about time to get started. John please bring Penny here to the stock and help secure her." I took my wife's arm, led her to the stocks and made her bend over the padded shelf at her waist. Eric opened up the top bar and she gently laid her head on the bottom half. He then closed the top with a firm clunk and secured it. Penny was now held firm by her neck. Eric told Hank to secure her left leg to the bottom of the structure and Aragon was already down securing her right leg. Her legs were now wide apart. Peter was attaching Penny's hands behind her to the rope from the ceiling. He pulled the rope up and her arms raised. The effect was to push forward her chest. I looked across at David who was enjoying swiping the small whip through the air. Peter took up the strap. Aragon took the crop and Hank took up the small cane.
Penny was now completely secured in an upright position, bent forward over the bar, with her legs secured wide apart. Her arms were pulled up behind her thus making breasts stand out in front of her within the tight harness, her only piece of clothing. She was breathing heavily, her breasts filling and deflating impressively. I couldn't help but notice the secretion oozing down her legs. She was so wet she was leaking down her leg on to the floor.
The six of us stood back and admired my beautiful wife. David had the small whip in one hand as the other fondled Penny's right breast. Peter was fiddling with the strap.
Eric spoke. "Penny you will now receive twelve strokes from each of us. They will be delivered to any part of the body selected by the punisher. We will be using light instruments to start with as we will save the punishment cane and main whip for later when you will be secured to the cross and later followed by the whipping bench. Do you understand?"
"Yes, sir," Penny whispered in a quavering voice.
"Shall we start?" Eric asked.
There was a silent pause. Penny looked at me. I nodded. "Yes. Please start the punishment sirs." My wife responded.
To be continued....
- Peter suggested a new idea, asking if I'd be open to Penny being "available" to a few of his friends, who were known for dealing with "errant wives."
- Excited by the prospect, I agreed to discuss the idea with Penny, although she may not be immediately keen.
- Peter requested a few photos of Penny, one showing her bottom's cane marks and another of her bare breasts, to share with his friends to keep their interest.
- The meeting with Peter's friends was planned for four weeks later, aiming to ensure Penny was fully recovered from the Island experience and its subsequent bruising.
- As Penny listened to the plan, her breathing quickened, and she expressed excitement at the possibility of Peter and two other dominating men.