I first heard the word 'dogging' a few years ago when a well known footballer was convicted of some public order offence as a result of having sex in a public place. I don't know if this is just a British term or used in other parts of the world, but what it means is that people go to know car parks and other places under a pretence like walking the dog to have sex with strangers or watch others doing it.
From time to time I let close friends use my wife at times and in ways that I approve and always with me present, but I had never put her out for public use. The dogging case raised my interest and I did a bit of research on the Internet. That was as far as it went until last weekend.
After exchanging e-mails with two or three doggers who I had contacted I booked a night at a country house hotel in Wales. The day we were to go was my wife's maintenance day. She has maintenance regularly on the same day each week. The front of her body from her tits down to her inner thighs four inches above the knee, through between her legs and across her buttocks is designated as suitable for her training, discipline and punishment. An important part of her discipline regime is to be regularly reminded of the way her implements are used and how they feel.
Her implements are a six tailed, leather flogger, a two inch wide solid leather strap, a four inch wide plywood paddle with holes in it, a riding crop and a cane. Maintenance starts with her standing, legs apart, and her hands clasped behind her head. Starting at her tits I give her four strokes of the flogger down to her cunt. This stripes her nicely and then she lies on her back on the floor holding her ankles as far apart as possible. In that position she gets one stroke on each thigh followed by two on the cunt. She turns over onto her knees, forehead on the carpet and ass high. Four hard strokes of the cane and then she is back on her feet with hands clasped behind her head. The session is finished with two strokes of the riding crop on each tit. With the maintenance complete she drops to her knees and thanks me verbally and then properly with her mouth.
This routine normally helps her remember the rules well enough that she doesn't get punished too often, but on this occasion it failed. When we arrived at the hotel she started to unpack while I was checking out the TV and suddenly she gasped. She had placed our little toy box in the correct position by my side of the bed.
"what is it?" I said.
"Sorry Master. I forgot to bring my implements."
All rules are important, but the requirement that the correctional tools are with us at all times is certainly one that must never be neglected.
She hurriedly got off her clothes and got to her knees before me to hear her punishment.
"An open cunt belting of ten strokes."
The tears that dropped from her cheeks were not just because open cunt punishment is extremely painful, but also because she was upset to have broken a rule that she has had from the very first day that we have been together. I ordered her to prepare herself.
She went to the toybox to put on her leather collar, wrist and ankle cuffs before taking out two clamps attached to long cords and putting them on the bed. I indicated to her to get on her back on the bed and I attached her ankle cuffs to her wrists. I clamped her cunt lips on either side, pulled her wide open and took the cords round her thighs to tie them in place. I wrapped my belt around my hand and lined it up on her glistening, pink insides. She took the first four strokes without a sound. Although there is no doubt that they were very painful and her body trembled, she always avoids making a noise as long as she can. Being in a hotel she will have been even more determined not to be audible outside the room.
I adjusted the clamps to keep her wide open and continued the punishment. By seven she was sobbing continuously and letting out a stifled squeal each time the belt struck home. When she said
"Eight Master" it was only just audible.
At this point, instead of standing at the bottom of the bed and strapping down onto her upthrust clit I climbed astride her and finished the cunt whipping with two down strokes. She just managed to say 'ten' loud enough for me to hear and I bent to remove the clamps. Her purple cunt lips were now so swollen that they could hardly close after they were released. I unhooked her ankles letting her legs down and she held them wide apart for a moment. As she started to try to come to thank me for her punishment I told her that, exceptionally, she could have five minutes while I had a piss and poured myself a drink.
It was the third time that she had sucked my cock that day so I was quite a long time before I was ready to cum. During that time I explained to her for the first time what was going to happen later in the evening. She knew that she was to be used while we were away, but had assumed that it would be by one, or at most two, of my friends who had been served by her before. From her irregular gulpings I knew that this new challenge was filling her mind even more than her hot, sore cunt.
Two hours later it was dusk outside, my wife had showered and I massaged her gently with a soothing, aromatic oil before she put on her collar and the loose dress without underwear that I had instructed. We drove the few miles to a far corner of a large, quiet pub car park. There were about seven cars around, but no sign of any activity at all. I turned out the lights and switched off the engine. A few minutes passed and another car came. Perhaps five minutes after that the interior light went on and I could see a couple inside who were moving about. The car windows were all open.
