Nibs wearily tried to stay polite with the touron on the phone.
Nibs, since childhood had referred to most of the tourists who came to the Colfax Inn as combinations of "tourists" and "morons", thus "tourons.
"That's right sir...We are near Lake Colfax. My family has owned the Colfax Inn since the seventeen hundreds...No, that's the Buttermilk River. Yes, where the famous Falls are."
Nibs hung up. Another idiot lost to the Buttermilk Grand Hotel. Money, money money.
Things were better in the summer. Especially when Val, resplendent in her French bikini, would give water skiing lessons!
In the dead of winter, Val and Little Nibs offered snowboarding instruction.
Dad once said his beautiful daughter in law was the best attraction the hotel had had in five hundred years!
Nibs wiped his brow. Valentina would be expecting him in his study. They had an appointment. Nibs looked over the register at Fitzhubert, the handyman, who nodded genially.
"Going to fix the shutter, Fitzie?"
"Yes, that's right. Your missus wants to see you in the study." Fitz chuckled, carrying his ladder to the porch.
Nibs sighed. It seemed like everyone knew.
Val was wonderful, of course, and he enjoyed it that men everywhere, the staff here and guests and basically every man from fourteen to seventy worshipped his wife.
Nibs had quite a gut at forty-eight, but darling Val looked the same as she had when she'd married him at age twenty.
Much of what was good about the Inn seemed to come from his darling Val.
Nibs was balding but dignified, and wore his college cardigan well as a graduate of Dartmouth.
But basically, he'd inherited the inn from the old man, and didn't really have a lot to do this time of year.
He'd worked at the Inn for pocket money from childhood through college.
Bringing in firewood and manning the souvenir shop in grammar school, cleaning rooms and signing in guests from mid adolescence through his twenties...
Nibs had sworn that one day he would get out. No one else in the family ever had, but he had plans.
And of course Nibs had come back to take over after he'd realized on graduation day, that hopeful architects had to understand the science of mechanical drawing and concrete and he wasn't that guy.
Why not preside over the register as owner instead of clerk?
Dad took the hint and retired down to Florida.
And, since the Colfax Inn was a classy joint and made its nut most years, Nibs had had his share of the waitresses, and had married the smartest and the prettiest, twenty some years ago.
"Nibs, dear. Are you ready?" That mellifluous tone.
Nibs looked up, and Valentina was standing in the doorway of his study.
Her curly bob was jaunty as always, and as she breathed deeply, her well fitting sweater shifted slightly.
That never failed to get an appreciative stare from her husband.
And, his penis shifted slightly, locked as it was in his chastity device.
"I-I have things I should do." Nibs said lamely.
He could see her inward chuckle, which led to further ructions in the adventurous sweater.
"What, honey? Usually you're in your so-called study here, reading Batman comic books-"
"Graphic novels."
"Yes. Or playing on your Xbox.
But the maids are cleaning, Fitzie is doing his work, and Little Nibs is pushing post cards and knick knacks for minimum wage and the hopeful use of the car tonight to drink and chase girls...
So, I think we have an appointment, honey."
Nibs looked down at his wingtips, adjusted his tie (He didn't do much, but he wore that tie every day, goddamit) and walked slowly towards the study.
"That's my sweet boy. You were supposed to be here ten minutes ago, and so you know the rule applies.
Ten hard ones for the first minute and one for each additional minute.
Nibs came into the study, apprehensively, and closed and locked the study door.
He looked at his beautiful wife in her snug sweater and stonewashed jeans.
"I know you think that I'm being unduly harsh. But I don't like all the hinting around."
"I didn't say anything about wanting to be released, Valentina."
"Love your tone, Nibs." Her tongue tapped on her teeth, an adorable habit.
Nibs had gotten his nickname from his habit of chewing on his pencil in third grade. By the time Nibs got to school, they'd almost done away with pen and paper, and were into the computer thing, but Nibs had chewed a pencil ANYWAY.
His habits were far less adorable than his wife's.
"Sweetheart. The longing looks, the sighs, the clutching at your crotch..."
Valentina smiled and took the large elephant's tusk hairbrush off Nibs's desk.
"Two nights ago, after I'd given you a nice tease with my glittery French manicure, the one you liked so much-"
That had been quite a tease. Two and a half hours!
Nibs had been naked and spread eagled, and Valentina had been in an obscene little black silk thing, running her hard nails up and down...
And then every now and then, she'd flicked the tip of his cock, rather hard.
At the end of the massage, Valentina had insisted that her fingers were tired now.
Yes she wanted to have frustrated Nibs give her a massage after she untied him and then they could go to sleep.
Nibs, of course had hoped that Valentina would let him jerk off into the water glass by the sink and have a "swig" as was his habit every two months and ten teases...
But Valentina had just used some ice from her ginger ale to calm the raging monster, and then she'd locked him up again. And yes, Nibs had sighed just a bit, and had almost burst into tears.
It's been three and a half months, goddamit! What the hell happened?
"I-I didn't mean to hint around, dear. It's just that-well it seems as if it's been quite a long time, since I-er-"
"Got to wank your willy? Yes. It probably has."
Their three kids were attractive and confident, and this probably was because Val, whose father was a geneticist, had decided early on that she needed better genes in her baby.
Since Nibs had taken this decision badly, even hostile-ly, there had been an icy period in the beginning of the marriage. After Nibs tried to have his way with her when she was sleeping...
This was when Val insisted that Nibs be outfitted with the chastity device!
She'd since met a few handsome tourists, and of course a lifeguard or two at the Inn pool...and they had attractive kids!
But Val had always allowed Nibs some masturbatory privileges, and of course now and then, with MANY condoms on, he'd been allowed a Christmas "party."
But, his attitude was poor about the rules, and Val had noticed that Nibs could be very negligent about running the Inn, and somewhat irritable. There had been a remedy for this...
"I think we've talked enough, Nibs." Val said gently. "Why don't you take down your pants?"
Nibs's cock was stiffening considerably in his little belt.
There wasn't much negotiation.
He knew if he asked in a cloying way if Val would let him cum sooner if he submitted to the punishment, it would be worse.
Val's brother Eamonn ran the cafe down the road, and when Val felt that Nibs was being too truculent, she often asked Eamonn to come up and use his strap on Nibbs until Nibs, naked and welted, was screaming for mercy.
So, Nibs obediently unbuckled his belt and pulled his pants down, and then reluctantly, his underpants.
Nibs lay across Valentina's soft blue-jeaned thighs and closed his eyes as he felt her pull his sweater up over his back a bit.
Val's long nails rubbed and combed his hair affectionately.
"Now I want you to be a good boy. Be a little man and don't scream and howl."
"I-I'll try. But you hit so hard!"
"That's just my tennis arm. Aren't you lucky to have a well-paid instructor in your glorious wife?"
Valentina, in addition to her other talents, taught tennis to the guests, and also to residents of Buttermilk Falls.
Their oldest daughter was twenty-one, and actually Valentina's child from a college fling. Sibylla also taught tennis at the Colfax Inn, and her arm was quite powerful.
Once or twice she had taken her Step-Daddy over HER knee, when Val had been indisposed. It had not been a gratifying experience for Nibs.
Now, Val swung the hairbrush and it landed hard across Nibs's bare buttocks.
WHACK!
WHACK!
WHACK!
Nibs began sobbing and shaking, and Val stopped the thrashing to ruffle Nibs's hair. She helped him get up and sat him on her knee, his pants and undies around his ankles.
Val rested her pretty glittery nails on Nibs's chastity device and she rubbed slightly.
"What's wrong, Nibbie? Why can't you man up, honey? You know, Val loves a big strong boy who can take his punishment like a man."
Nibs sobbed slightly.His buttocks were terribly scorched.
At the same time, his penis was straining inside the horrible steel chastity device.
Nibs had broken into several of these to wank his dork, and so this latest one was terribly tough.