BASIL AND LINDY
Basil breathed through his nose as Lucinda rubbed the tip of his cock once again. The Ten o'clock News was now over...and it was time to go to bed. Lindy let go of Basil's cock, and watched it bounce with a smile on her face. She patted Basil's cheek.
"Well, another fun night of television." Lindy smiled at Basil, who tried to smile back weakly. Since they'd finished dinner, Basil and Lindy had been sitting on the sofa, Basil's pants down as always. Lindy, an ash blonde resplendent in her powder blue tube top and cut-offs, had been playing with Basil's cock throughout their TV watching-mostly during commercials, of course.
Lindy liked to focus when "Gray's Anatomy" and the news was on. Then Basil, who was unable to focus on the TV, would sit on his hands while his lovely wife enjoyed her program, and only slowly returned her hand to Basil's hard, twitching cock. Basil got up and nearly tripped over his pants, and Lindy chortled again. As Basil leaned down to pull them up, Lindy said "Oh, no...I need to get rid of that distraction. I don't want you trying to spoon me in bed tonight, Basil, honey."
Lindy reached beside the sofa and picked up the riding crop. "Do you like it, Baze?" It irritated Basil that his American wife pronounced his name Bay-sil instead of Bah-sil.
He looked at Lindy's new crop. "Only you would find a fiberglas riding crop, Lucinda." But his cock was straining, and she smiled.
"Well, you need a little more than the average bear, honey." Lindy stepped up to Basil. "Hands behind your back" Lindy giggled, and her powder blue tube top jiggled, which didn't help the erection problem any. Basil breathed through his nose and put his hands behind his back.
When Basil had first begged Lindy to dominate him and participate in his teasing and denial fantasies, she'd told him she wasn't having any of the ropes and chastity devices. "You're going to control yourself, because this is what you want...even when you don't think you want it, dear heart." So he had to hold one wrist with the other.
Lindy smiled and lifted the fiberglas riding crop. Basil thought desolately that if it had ever been used on a horse, Lindy would have been jailed by the A.S.P.C.A. WHACK! Basil's eyes closed as he commanded all of his will power to keep his hands behind his back. The sting was unfathomably painful.
"Did you like that, honey...?" Lindy's voice came to Basil's ears. He gritted his teeth. The scorch right above his glans was killing him. "Tell Lindy how much you liked it."
Basil opened his eyes weakly. "It was wonderful, Lindy. Thank you for taking the trouble to work with me on my special needs." Lindy grinned, tapping the tip of the fiberglas riding crop against her burgeoning boobs.
"Well, I do my best to please my sailor boy." WHACK! THWACK! WHACK! Three times the crop fell against Basil's penis and he shrieked, but did not let go of his wrist. Warming to her work, Lindy slammed the crop again and again, and was amused to see Basil hopping up and down, but he did not let go of his wrist, which was all she wanted.
"Th-thank you Miss Lindy..." Basil said with tears in his eyes. "Th-thank you...fuh-for taking the troub-trouble to work..." Basil began crying. His cock hurt so much. Night after night they went through this, the endless teasing and then the punishments, but he could never quite get used to it.
The night before, they'd not watched television-instead Lindy had sat Basil naked to the cold, metal kitchen stool, in a sitting position thank God, and she'd stroked his cock as she made bran muffins...this had gone on for three hours, and then she'd thumped his cock limp with her fifteen inch two finger tawse. As Basil had screamed in frustration, Lindy had reminded him that she'd bought it---after he'd picked it out, and with his Visa card.
Now, Lindy waited patiently for Basil to stop crying. She tapped her foot, and Basil whined on. "You know, I think you need something to cry about...you bitch too much, honey. As Basil's eyes widened, Lindy went to the bedroom and came out with a nasty dog whip, and of course the strap-on.
An hour later, the much bruised Basil lay in bed gently, and Lindy rolled in beside him. "It's so hard to deal with you some nights, Baze" she said gently, as she kissed Basil's neck. Her perfume much aroused Basil's cock, now denied 74 days. "I have to do so much to make you get your life together...and now I'm tired, and I need some pampering."
Basil looked at Lindy's beautiful, full naked breasts and shaved twat, her flat stomach. He smiled "Would you like a massage, darling?" Lindy smiled assent, and Basil spent an energetic half hour rubbing his lucky hands all over Lindy's full buttocks, her soft thighs, her back, before turning her over and enjoying having his fingers wandering along her soft breasts.
Then Basil moved his head down to Lindy's sweet vagina and he brought her to three orgasms before she finally fell asleep around midnight. Basil had to struggle to keep from touching his rock hard cock as he prayed for sleep, which didn't come til about 2 a.m.
THE NEXT DAY, AT WORK AT WESTERN COMMONWEALTH WOMEN'S COLLEGE, ENGLISH LITERATURE 201
" After the assassination of Buckingham in 1628, critics in Parliament turned their attention to King Charles' religious policy. He angrily dismissed his third Parliament in 1629" Basil said, as he walked back and forth in front of the class. His eyes wandered to Evan Parsons, a luxurious brunette, who leaned back, smiling at him, as her pink sweater bobbed. Basil breathed, but continued.
"Charles imprisoned several of his leading opponents, and declared his intention of ruling alone. The eleven-year period of the King's Personal Rule was also described as the "Eleven Year Tyranny..." Suddenly a hand was raised.
A lovely little white hand with magenta nails. It was Stacy Wintersmith, whose curly blond hair was quite beguiling. Her long fingers with their pretty nails waved in the air, and Basil imagined them toying with his cock. As she raised it higher, to attract Basil's attention, he could see her breasts rising in her pro-choice T-shirt. "Get Your Rosaries Off My Ovaries" was ballooning behind those hot boobs.
"Yes, Ms. Wintersmith?" Basil's cock, now orgasm-less for 75 days, was bulging against his boxer shorts. He might have to dismiss class sooner so he could touch himself in his office.
Stacy smiled and licked her lips. "I understand that this so-called Tyranny was a good thing for the English, Professor Naples." Stacy's right leg, swathed in fishnet stocking, crossed her left knee.
"How I do like students who do the reading." Basil smiled benificently. "Yes, Depending on one's political affiliation, this time was known either as the "Eleven Years' Tyranny" or "Charles' Personal Rule"...and it was primarily Parliament who felt tyrannized." Basil beamed as Stacy Wintersmith smiled at him, and he looked longingly at her lower pouty lip.
"Yes, the Eleven Year Tyranny was initially successful - during the turmoil of the Civil Wars, many people looked back upon it as a golden age of peace and prosperity." Basil gasped silently as another girl, Felicia Tomaso, absently tucked in her snug top.
A gorgeous coppery redhead with blond highlights whose name Basil didn't know raised her hand, pulling her striped jersey up over her expansive bosom. "But isn't it true, Professor, that Parliament would'nt give the King money?"
Basil's cock was now roaring. "Yes, this is true, but Charles found an ingenious way to take in money. He decreed anyone who earned £40 or more each year to present himself at the King's coronation so that he may join the royal army as a knight, Charles fined all individuals who failed to attend his coronation in 1626."
The girl in the striped jersey pouted and dimpled at the same time, and her breasts jiggled a bit. "That doesn't seem fair, Professor Naples." Oh God, thought Basil, I may take her here and now. He smiled. "Well, often life isn't fair."
Basil continued his talk. "You see, Charles' rule without Parliament constituted a valid but nevertheless exceptional exercise of the royal prerogative." Basil breathed heavily, as the girl dimpled at him. " In former times such rule would have been considered just but by the middle of the 17th century it was held by many to be an exercise of absolute power."
Then Eva Parsons put her tongue out just past her lips, and Basil coughed huskily. If he pulled out his dick and began jerking off, he would be in trouble with Lindy AND would lose tenure AND would go to jail. But still it was tempting.
