Well it's time to add another tidbit. The reading public has told me that I need to get a bit nastier or I'll be consigned to Romance Novels. Here's my attempt at rehabilitation. A continuation from an earlier story " The things we do for Love" in which Jackie and Richard a loving couple (Hire?) a sub Julie for their 7th anniversary and eventually all three end up on the same page, more or less.

Marriage Councilor

Some months later Richard had his boss Jim over for dinner. The men ate in the dinning room chatting about work while Julie and I served the meal and nibbled on leftovers while we waited in the kitchen. Afterwards Julie and Jim disappeared into the basement playroom while Richard and I retired to the Master bedroom for a few hours of fun.
I was foolish enough to jokingly remark that Julie must be awfully dedicated to be working so late. I wondered if Richard was going to get a promotion out of this? Richard's face flushed with anger. He hopped up and grabbing me by the ear pulled me up off the bed. He marched me down to the basement where Julie was bent over, locked into the old fashion stocks. She was sobbing quietly as her shaky legs strained to keep her bottom in place.

She was receiving a blistering spanking with a formidable wooden paddle that was decorated with inch wide holes drilled out along its length. Not only did it leave a pattern of circular bruises on her bottom it also made a terrible whistling noise as it swung through the air.

" If you don't mind Jim," he said to his boss "this one needs to learn when to curb her tongue."

"What's her name? She's kind of cute."

" Jackie, and she's too cute by half. It's about time she learned that."

" Is she trained?"

Richard still held me painfully by my twisted ear. He pulled me downward and I was forced to my knees behind Julie. I was close enough to thoroughly inspect the damage that paddle had inflicted on poor Julie's bottom. The paddle had left a pattern of white dots outlined in deep purple against the generally bright red glow of Julie's ass. Now was not the time to be sympathetic with Julie's plight though. I was in trouble myself.


" No not really I've barely trained her, but no time like the present." Richard said.

Richard was allowing this stranger to see me naked on my knees. I was terrified at the thought of what else Richard might allow. The thought of being forced to pleasure this stranger was frightening and yet perversely exciting. The fact that Richard would be the one forcing me to do it made it all the more exciting.

Jim squatted down next to me, roughly grabbing my chin squeezing and lifting it until I was forced to look him in the eye. We stared at each other for an endless moment and I felt the arrogance of an implacable will determined to wrest some form of submission from me just because I was a naked woman. I lowered my eyes my body trembling with fear, but there was a faint stirring of longing buried deep inside.

"How'd you end up with two of them you lucky bastard?" Jim asked.

"That one's my wife.." he said pointing at me.

" She's just now learning what she really wants to be."

Richard spoke in a casual manner but his words were so cruelly honest that tears began to well in my eyes.

A stranger's hand roamed across my bottom and I squirmed under the foreign touch. A finger traced the scar of my brand.

"You branded her too? You can barely make this one out. Her skin's too pale. Julie's olive complexion makes her brand stand out so much better."

God it was so unfair. I'd suffered just as much as her for that scar. She just always seemed to be better at everything. It made me want to scream sometimes.

"You need to get her out in the sun. If she tanned that pale little butt of hers you'd see her brand right away."

I could have kissed him. (If he wasn't gripping my chin so hard) My tongue did dart out trying in vain to lick the hand that held me so firmly. Not only did he know how to make my brand stand out as well as Julie's he said my bottom was little. I was really starting to warm up to this guy.

" That’s all well and good but right now we need to tame her nasty little tongue, and maybe start instilling a little discipline." Richard said.

"Well I'm willing to help any way I can." Jim said with enthusiasm. " And this has got to be a lot cheaper than a marriage councilor."

The two of them chuckled at Jim's little joke as he held me firmly by the chin. Then he pulled me forward on my hands and knees until my nose was pressed into Julie's inflamed bottom. He finally released my jaw but I was careful to remain exactly as he had placed me. I could literally feel the heat coming off of Julie's throbbing flesh.

Jim was right next to me, speaking in a low calm voice.

"Now I want you to push your nose into her nasty shit hole like a good little bitch."

He rose up over me and straddled my crouching body then grasped my wrists and pulled them back toward my calves. Without my hands supporting me the weight of my head and shoulders was resting completely on my nose which began to press deeper into the crack of Julie's bottom.

" Grab hold of your ankles and don't you dare move no matter what." He ordered me.

I was determined to obey this man. I wanted to show Richard just how well trained I really was. I wanted this stranger to want me, and I was sure the best way to do that was through my perfect obedience.

Time passed with aching slowness as I strained to remain perfectly still. I licked my dry lips and Julie squirmed above me. I suddenly realized just how close my lips were to her sweet little cunt and how opportune my placement might be. I could easily make Julie break position, then who would look like the amateur?

My tongue flicked out and Julie strained to remain stationary. Again my tongue struck and Julie groaned squirming. I heard the whistle of the paddle before it struck but I had no time to prepare. Pain exploded across my rump as Jim bellowed in anger.

"You were told to keep still!"


© copyright Mad Lews July 2005