ElectricBadger
11-01-2007, 11:18 PM
With apologies to Geoffrey Chaucer, this is a take-off on one of his tales. This is my version of:
The Wife of Bath
The Wife of Bath, the infamous woman who gained control of each of her husbands by gaining sovereignty over them watches the proceedings at her fourth husband’s funeral, and smiles inwardly because she can hardly keep her eyes off a young clerk named Jankyn.
The lengthy service gave the upperclass Madam time to reflect about her life. She had always followed the rule of experience rather than authority. The fact that she had four husbands until now made her an expert, and she saw nothing wrong. She never really understood Jesus’s rebuke to the woman at the well who happened to have five husbands. Instead, she prefers the biblical command to go forth and multiply.
To defend her position, the Wife refers to King Solomon, who had many wives, and to St. Paul’s admonishment that it is better to marry than to burn. Having shown a knowledge of the Bible, she challenges anyone to show her that God commanded virginity. Furthermore, sexual organs are made both for functional purposes and for pleasure. And unlike many cold women, she was always willing to have sex whenever her man wants to. . . or whenever SHE wanted to.
She thought about her first husband, a man whom she truly loved. He was virile, kind and loving. A strapping hunk of a man, whose charm could make any woman lower her bloomers, he won her body as well as her heart. So when they married, he provided her with not only a palatial place to live, but also years of lustful carnality.
The only trouble was he only liked having sex in the missionary position, and scolded her when she asked if she could be on top. However, years of fucking in just one position had indeed grown boring for the lusty lady. So, one day when her husband was away from their estate on business, she invited a particularly virile knight to her chamber, and she enjoyed for the first time the happiness of riding a cock to orgasm.
The Lady had become somewhat of an expert on men’s sex organ when she saw her brother’s one day when they were teenagers. She walked in on him one day when he was taking a shower, and gazed at the wonderment of his fully extended penis. "It always gets hard like this in the mornings," he explained embarrassingly.
She asked if she could touch it, and her brother seemed shy at first, thinking it was a sin. Eventually, however, his natural bodily feelings gave way to her insistent query. She remembered thinking how smooth it was particularly around the head. Boldly, she fingered the solid organ right down the shaft to his balls. And when she felt her brother’s testicles for the first time, she thought she was in heaven. She also learned how a little pressure on those sensitive orbs could cause some instant anguish. That lesson would prove to be invaluable later on.
After that first morning in the shower, she played with her brother’s cock whenever they were alone. Even at night when they were supposed to be asleep, she’d sneak into his room and jack him off until he squirted. Of course he never protested. And in return she allowed him to play with her blossoming breasts.
One morning in the shower, she told him she wanted to taste his cock juice. The water was pounding loudly when she got on her knees in front of him as he leaned back against the shower wall. She recalled, with a snicker, how she nearly choked while trying to swallow his semen for the first time. Eventually, she turned into an expert cocksucker, and always swallowed all of his juice, never allowing a single drop to touch the floor.
Following a natural progression, one day when their parents were away, she allowed her brother, who fretted that he was committing mortal sin, to take her cherry. She recalled how his powerful cock plowed right through the barrier, and how she screamed from the initial pain. But oh, what pleasure it was after that. She vividly recalled how he released into her, burying his manly seed deep inside her cunt. But the lustful young woman wasn’t satisfied, and for the second time in an hour, her brother buried his once again hard manhood inside her juicy juncture.
This was also something that would carry on later in life with her husbands: Once a night was never enough.
After The Wife experienced riding a cock to heavenly bliss for the first time, she would brazenly allow this knight into her chamber frequently. One day, however, her husband walked in on her surprising the duo. Incensed at seeing his wife in bed with another man, the proud man of the house ordered the knight to be dragged down to the dungeon and unmercifully whipped. Then he looked at his adulterous wife, who hadn’t shown an ounce of remorse. An urge to drag her to dungeon as well crossed his mind. But he got another idea.
Walking over to a straight back wooden chair, he moved it toward the center of the room, then sternly looked back at his wife, who hadn’t moved out of the bed. Swiftly the strapping man of honor approached his stoic looking woman, and grabbed her by her long tresses. Shrieking from the shooting pain in her scalp, she protested loudly when her husband dragged her by the hair across the room. Her protests grew louder when she found herself laying across his virile thighs, and the initial swat upon her upturned backside landed full force. In all the years they were married he had never raised his hand in anger toward her, but as his meaty paw spanked her repeatedly, she yelped and squirmed while being held down by his muscular arm and by a powerful leg that had her own legs clamped down.
That spanking seemed to cure the Wife of her desire to be on top. She once again submitted to her husband’s insistence on the missionary position. . . But that didn’t last. Her yearning to be in the dominant position surfaced again. One morning after what had become commonplace sex with her husband, and while they were languishing in the wonderful aftermath, she rolled him over onto his back and climbed onto his midsection. Then stealthily she reached behind her and slowly grabbed a firm hold of his balls. Naturally he loved the feel at first, but when she tightened her grip, he protested. But remembering how her brother reacted, she increased the pressure. While he gripped the bed clothes and squirmed underneath her, she made him promise to allow her on top once in a while and not only that. . . give up his sovereignty!
Sitting there watching her fourth husband, she recalled how she used this same method on all her husbands: their sovereignty or their balls. The fellow lying before the altar was no different.
Eventually, her first husband asked for an annulment to their marriage, but it was he who had to leave the estate, since she won over his sovereignty. And much to the chagrin of the archbishop, she married again, to the very knight who was whipped at the hands of her first husband. Married at the church door, she spent many a blissful night riding the cock of this virile knight who had shown her the joys of variety.
Unfortunately, however, his cock was the only asset this man possessed. Being good in bed did not translate into efficiently running the castle. He was no equal to her first husband when it came to the everyday decisions which involved supervising the many different underlings employed by the vast estate.
So after the Wife once again obtained his sovereignty in her usual manner, she banned him from the estate, leaving strict orders to the guards to kill him if he ever tried to reenter the castle grounds.
Of course by that time she had met her third husband, who turned out to be totally inadequate in bed. On their first night together after they were married at the church door, he couldn’t keep it up after the first fuck. She was so incensed by his lack of staying-power, she called in some burly knights and had him dragged from the chambers to the dungeon where he was thoroughly whipped for his inadequacy. He was never again allowed to enter her chamber.
One night while he was chained up in the dungeon, The Wife went down there and smiled at him, making him think she was going to allow him another chance. That was not the case, however. When she fingered his cock to erection, she slid her hand down the shaft to his vulnerable balls. His heaven turned to a living hell once she got a grip on his precious jewels, and the shrieking man was more than willing to give up his sovereignty. Eventually he was ordered to leave the estate with strict orders never to return.
Then we come to the poor fellow who is lying in the wooden casket while she looked on. What she would miss most about him was of course his beautiful piece of male muscle between his legs. He was the most well-endowed of all her husbands, and he would even permit her to ride it. He was also a great organizer, who knew how to supervise the workers of the castle. He was indeed the equal of her first husband in practical matters as well as sexual ones.
Unfortunately two nights ago when he was plowing away into his Wife for the second time that night, he suddenly keeled over on top of her. At first she thought he was just resting, but since he hadn’t cum yet for the second time, she frowned. He didn’t appear to be breathing, and she had to extricate herself from under him. He had expired during the act . . . fucked himself to death quite literally.
But now, at her fourth husband’s funeral, she wantonly looked at the virile young clerk. Her eyes wandered below his belt, and she admired what she detected. A month later they were married even though she was twice his age. Their honeymoon was one of continuous bliss.
As soon as that wonderful time was over, Jankyn, much to the Wife’s unhappiness, spent most of
his time reading. What disturbed her the most was that these books disparaged women. One night he began reading aloud from his collection, beginning with the story of Eve, and read all about unfaithful women, murderess’s, prostitutes, and so on that he could find. Unable to tolerate these stories any longer, The Wife of Bath grabbed the book and attempted to conk Jankyn on the head. But the young man was too quick for her. He grabbed the woman by the wrist and forced her to drop the heavy book.
Glaring at her he forced the naked woman across his lap, and for the second time, the Wife felt the heavy hand of a husband spanking her upturned buttocks until it was red and warm.
But something else was happening. She recalled how her first husband had spanked her in the same manner and how wanton it made her feel. Almost twenty years later, she was experiencing the same wonderful feeling. After that hard spanking, Jankyn sensed her randiness. In caveman fashion, the strong, well put together man lifted her up bodily, threw her down on the bed, forced her legs wide and drove his long, hard cock deep into her sopping cunt.
From that night forward, it was he who controlled what went on in the bedroom; there were times he indeed allowed her to be on top, but their was no doubt who was in control . . . and she loved it. Jankyn even had their chambers modified so that their were chains hanging from the ceiling. Before sex, he would often chain her up, and whip her, knowing how she loved it. . . she would often beg for more. With her body striped with the lashings, he’d force her to her knees and make her take him in her mouth, then he’d throw her on the bed and fuck her violently.
The Wife of Bath was turned into a pain slut by her fifth husband, and there times when he’s call in other males from the castle so they could watch the Wife of Bath get whipped. Being the exhibitionist she was, she reveled from the attention.
But more importantly he never gave her his sovereignty.
The Wife of Bath
The Wife of Bath, the infamous woman who gained control of each of her husbands by gaining sovereignty over them watches the proceedings at her fourth husband’s funeral, and smiles inwardly because she can hardly keep her eyes off a young clerk named Jankyn.
The lengthy service gave the upperclass Madam time to reflect about her life. She had always followed the rule of experience rather than authority. The fact that she had four husbands until now made her an expert, and she saw nothing wrong. She never really understood Jesus’s rebuke to the woman at the well who happened to have five husbands. Instead, she prefers the biblical command to go forth and multiply.
To defend her position, the Wife refers to King Solomon, who had many wives, and to St. Paul’s admonishment that it is better to marry than to burn. Having shown a knowledge of the Bible, she challenges anyone to show her that God commanded virginity. Furthermore, sexual organs are made both for functional purposes and for pleasure. And unlike many cold women, she was always willing to have sex whenever her man wants to. . . or whenever SHE wanted to.
She thought about her first husband, a man whom she truly loved. He was virile, kind and loving. A strapping hunk of a man, whose charm could make any woman lower her bloomers, he won her body as well as her heart. So when they married, he provided her with not only a palatial place to live, but also years of lustful carnality.
The only trouble was he only liked having sex in the missionary position, and scolded her when she asked if she could be on top. However, years of fucking in just one position had indeed grown boring for the lusty lady. So, one day when her husband was away from their estate on business, she invited a particularly virile knight to her chamber, and she enjoyed for the first time the happiness of riding a cock to orgasm.
The Lady had become somewhat of an expert on men’s sex organ when she saw her brother’s one day when they were teenagers. She walked in on him one day when he was taking a shower, and gazed at the wonderment of his fully extended penis. "It always gets hard like this in the mornings," he explained embarrassingly.
She asked if she could touch it, and her brother seemed shy at first, thinking it was a sin. Eventually, however, his natural bodily feelings gave way to her insistent query. She remembered thinking how smooth it was particularly around the head. Boldly, she fingered the solid organ right down the shaft to his balls. And when she felt her brother’s testicles for the first time, she thought she was in heaven. She also learned how a little pressure on those sensitive orbs could cause some instant anguish. That lesson would prove to be invaluable later on.
After that first morning in the shower, she played with her brother’s cock whenever they were alone. Even at night when they were supposed to be asleep, she’d sneak into his room and jack him off until he squirted. Of course he never protested. And in return she allowed him to play with her blossoming breasts.
One morning in the shower, she told him she wanted to taste his cock juice. The water was pounding loudly when she got on her knees in front of him as he leaned back against the shower wall. She recalled, with a snicker, how she nearly choked while trying to swallow his semen for the first time. Eventually, she turned into an expert cocksucker, and always swallowed all of his juice, never allowing a single drop to touch the floor.
Following a natural progression, one day when their parents were away, she allowed her brother, who fretted that he was committing mortal sin, to take her cherry. She recalled how his powerful cock plowed right through the barrier, and how she screamed from the initial pain. But oh, what pleasure it was after that. She vividly recalled how he released into her, burying his manly seed deep inside her cunt. But the lustful young woman wasn’t satisfied, and for the second time in an hour, her brother buried his once again hard manhood inside her juicy juncture.
This was also something that would carry on later in life with her husbands: Once a night was never enough.
After The Wife experienced riding a cock to heavenly bliss for the first time, she would brazenly allow this knight into her chamber frequently. One day, however, her husband walked in on her surprising the duo. Incensed at seeing his wife in bed with another man, the proud man of the house ordered the knight to be dragged down to the dungeon and unmercifully whipped. Then he looked at his adulterous wife, who hadn’t shown an ounce of remorse. An urge to drag her to dungeon as well crossed his mind. But he got another idea.
Walking over to a straight back wooden chair, he moved it toward the center of the room, then sternly looked back at his wife, who hadn’t moved out of the bed. Swiftly the strapping man of honor approached his stoic looking woman, and grabbed her by her long tresses. Shrieking from the shooting pain in her scalp, she protested loudly when her husband dragged her by the hair across the room. Her protests grew louder when she found herself laying across his virile thighs, and the initial swat upon her upturned backside landed full force. In all the years they were married he had never raised his hand in anger toward her, but as his meaty paw spanked her repeatedly, she yelped and squirmed while being held down by his muscular arm and by a powerful leg that had her own legs clamped down.
That spanking seemed to cure the Wife of her desire to be on top. She once again submitted to her husband’s insistence on the missionary position. . . But that didn’t last. Her yearning to be in the dominant position surfaced again. One morning after what had become commonplace sex with her husband, and while they were languishing in the wonderful aftermath, she rolled him over onto his back and climbed onto his midsection. Then stealthily she reached behind her and slowly grabbed a firm hold of his balls. Naturally he loved the feel at first, but when she tightened her grip, he protested. But remembering how her brother reacted, she increased the pressure. While he gripped the bed clothes and squirmed underneath her, she made him promise to allow her on top once in a while and not only that. . . give up his sovereignty!
Sitting there watching her fourth husband, she recalled how she used this same method on all her husbands: their sovereignty or their balls. The fellow lying before the altar was no different.
Eventually, her first husband asked for an annulment to their marriage, but it was he who had to leave the estate, since she won over his sovereignty. And much to the chagrin of the archbishop, she married again, to the very knight who was whipped at the hands of her first husband. Married at the church door, she spent many a blissful night riding the cock of this virile knight who had shown her the joys of variety.
Unfortunately, however, his cock was the only asset this man possessed. Being good in bed did not translate into efficiently running the castle. He was no equal to her first husband when it came to the everyday decisions which involved supervising the many different underlings employed by the vast estate.
So after the Wife once again obtained his sovereignty in her usual manner, she banned him from the estate, leaving strict orders to the guards to kill him if he ever tried to reenter the castle grounds.
Of course by that time she had met her third husband, who turned out to be totally inadequate in bed. On their first night together after they were married at the church door, he couldn’t keep it up after the first fuck. She was so incensed by his lack of staying-power, she called in some burly knights and had him dragged from the chambers to the dungeon where he was thoroughly whipped for his inadequacy. He was never again allowed to enter her chamber.
One night while he was chained up in the dungeon, The Wife went down there and smiled at him, making him think she was going to allow him another chance. That was not the case, however. When she fingered his cock to erection, she slid her hand down the shaft to his vulnerable balls. His heaven turned to a living hell once she got a grip on his precious jewels, and the shrieking man was more than willing to give up his sovereignty. Eventually he was ordered to leave the estate with strict orders never to return.
Then we come to the poor fellow who is lying in the wooden casket while she looked on. What she would miss most about him was of course his beautiful piece of male muscle between his legs. He was the most well-endowed of all her husbands, and he would even permit her to ride it. He was also a great organizer, who knew how to supervise the workers of the castle. He was indeed the equal of her first husband in practical matters as well as sexual ones.
Unfortunately two nights ago when he was plowing away into his Wife for the second time that night, he suddenly keeled over on top of her. At first she thought he was just resting, but since he hadn’t cum yet for the second time, she frowned. He didn’t appear to be breathing, and she had to extricate herself from under him. He had expired during the act . . . fucked himself to death quite literally.
But now, at her fourth husband’s funeral, she wantonly looked at the virile young clerk. Her eyes wandered below his belt, and she admired what she detected. A month later they were married even though she was twice his age. Their honeymoon was one of continuous bliss.
As soon as that wonderful time was over, Jankyn, much to the Wife’s unhappiness, spent most of
his time reading. What disturbed her the most was that these books disparaged women. One night he began reading aloud from his collection, beginning with the story of Eve, and read all about unfaithful women, murderess’s, prostitutes, and so on that he could find. Unable to tolerate these stories any longer, The Wife of Bath grabbed the book and attempted to conk Jankyn on the head. But the young man was too quick for her. He grabbed the woman by the wrist and forced her to drop the heavy book.
Glaring at her he forced the naked woman across his lap, and for the second time, the Wife felt the heavy hand of a husband spanking her upturned buttocks until it was red and warm.
But something else was happening. She recalled how her first husband had spanked her in the same manner and how wanton it made her feel. Almost twenty years later, she was experiencing the same wonderful feeling. After that hard spanking, Jankyn sensed her randiness. In caveman fashion, the strong, well put together man lifted her up bodily, threw her down on the bed, forced her legs wide and drove his long, hard cock deep into her sopping cunt.
From that night forward, it was he who controlled what went on in the bedroom; there were times he indeed allowed her to be on top, but their was no doubt who was in control . . . and she loved it. Jankyn even had their chambers modified so that their were chains hanging from the ceiling. Before sex, he would often chain her up, and whip her, knowing how she loved it. . . she would often beg for more. With her body striped with the lashings, he’d force her to her knees and make her take him in her mouth, then he’d throw her on the bed and fuck her violently.
The Wife of Bath was turned into a pain slut by her fifth husband, and there times when he’s call in other males from the castle so they could watch the Wife of Bath get whipped. Being the exhibitionist she was, she reveled from the attention.
But more importantly he never gave her his sovereignty.