The Female is Deadlier than the Male
Joe was just that, an average sort of Joe. No pretensions, hard working, not given much to thinking, and when he did think, it was mostly with what was in his trousers rather than what was between his ears.
He woke up that morning feeling randy. But then he usually did. Patti was unresponsive.
"Oh, come on Joe, not now! We've got things to do to get the day started!"
Joe is a bit miffed. But he's getting used to it these days. She's not as much fun as she used to be. Of course what he means is that he is not getting as much sex as he used to do. Still he is provided with a good breakfast and he gets off to work happy enough. But for some reason today Patti's negative response is niggling him. By lunch time he has managed to work himself up into a "Well I think it's time I showed her who's the boss round here!" frame of mind. He wouldn't mind, but she seemed to be flirting with the waiter in the restaurant last night. The fact that he, Joe, was ogling the waitresses, did not seem to enter into his thinking processes.
Come lunchtime, and he decides he is going to have more than just his usual sandwich. He drives home, lets himself into the kitchen and strides up behind Patti, grabbing her unceremoniously round the waist. She turns to face him, and exclaims in surprise, "Oh, it's you, Joe! Didn't expect to see you at this time!"
"Of course it's me. Who did you think it was? Expecting someone else were you?"
He grasps her breasts roughly and she starts to struggle. "Joe, let go of me! What are you doing?"
"I saw you flirting with that waiter in the restaurant last night! Expecting him, were you?"
"N..n..no, Joe of course not....."
"Oh yes you were, you little bitch! What's the matter, one cock not enough for you?"
She continues to struggle. he rips open her blouse and gropes her breasts. Through the fabric of her bra he feels her nipples hardening.
"Joe, please..."
" You little slut, I can feel those tits, nipples like rocks! You didn't want it this morning, did you, but you want it now! You must be thinking about that waiter! Well, If it's more cock you want, I'll give you more cock!"
Yes, definitely thinks with what's in his trousers.
He drags her over to the kitchen table and forces her to bend over it. He grasps her wrists in his left hand and leans on the small of her back, holding her down.
"I hope your knickers aren't wet, after this morning, because if they are you are in serious trouble, you little slut!"
"No, Joe, please..." and the tears start to flow. He moves his right hand to the hem of her skirt and lifts it up over her waist. She is wearing white cotton knickers and a damp patch is very apparent at the crotch.
"You bitch, your knickers are wet! I'll bet you were thinking about that waiter fucking you weren't you?"
And he spanks her hard on the bottom.
"I'll bet you were thinking about sucking that waiter's dick, and them having him ravage your cunt, weren't you, you little slut!"
The tears are really flowing now. Then she surprises him.
"Yes, Joe, I'm sorry, Joe, I was thinking about that nice looking waiter."
He spanks her harder. She wasn't really thinking about the waiter, but this is one way to get back at him, make him feel even more jealous.
"I was thinking what a big cock he must have -- I'll bet it's bigger than yours!"
This has the desired result and Joe spanks her some more.
"I've been a very naughty girl, Joe, thinking about that waiter fucking me. Spank my bare bottom, Joe, it's what I deserve!"
Joe pulls Patti's knickers down round her thighs, exposing her lovely rounded buttocks, now glowing nicely from his attentions. He runs his hand over her cunt, which is soaking wet. He pushes two fingers in and frigs her vigorously, then does the same with her clittie.
"Oh, god, yes, more, more!" She exclaims. Instead he spanks her bare arse.
"You're like a bitch on heat aren't you! Any cock would do right now, wouldn't it, just so long as it was going to fuck you!"
"No Joe, only you, I only want to be fucked by you!"
He smacks her arse yet more, and the tears flow again. "Please Joe, that hurts, don't spank me any more. Fuck me, please fuck me. I want to feel your cock inside me!"
He undoes his trousers and gets his erection out, placing the head against her cunt lips. Without preamble he forces his cock into her cunt, pushing her against the table, her feet coming off the ground. He releases her hands.
"Pull your buttocks apart, bitch, and show me that tight little arse!"
Patti makes no move, so Joe spanks her a few more times. "Do it!"
She reaches behind and pulls her buttocks apart.
"What a nice little rosebud you have", says Joe, "I'll bet you'd like my cock up your arse, wouldn't you, slut! You'd like me to fuck your arse, wouldn't you!"
"No, Joe, please, not that. You know I don't like it!"
"Exactly!"
Joe starts to fuck her cunt. She is soaking wet and he picks up some of her juices on his finger and start to probe Patti's anus.
"Get ready bitch, I am going to enjoy taking you from behind, taking your arse!" and he pushes a finger into her anus. She has had time to prepare herself and he enters easily. It is if Patti's muscles are pulling his finger deeper inside her.
"That's it my little fuck slut, you like that don't you?"
Now two fingers. A bit tighter this time.
"Ouch, Joe, that stings!"
"Very well, I'll take them out then. It's time for my cock to go in there instead!"
He pushes his cock against her anus. "Please, Joe, no, don't take my anus! Don't cum in my arse!"
"You needn't think I am falling for your mind games, slut. You want my cock in your arse, don't you! You want to feel my semen spurt deep inside you!"
He slowly pushes his cock deeper into her arse. "Oh, god, Joe, that stings! Don't Joe! Please don't do that!"
Joe starts to move in and out of her, thrusting deeper each time. In spite of herself, for Patti the pleasure is starting to take over from the pain, and Joe is soon aware that she is writhing and grunting and her breath is starting to come in short gasps.
"Oh, god, yes, fuck that arse, Joe, fuck your whore's arse!"
This encouragement has it's effect and Joe feels his climax building. Soon He is pumping Patti's arse, spurting semen inside her, and the feel of his cum tips Patti over the edge into a mighty orgasm.
After a time Joe's cock shrinks back to it's normal size and pops out of Patti's arse. Without further ado he does up his trousers and leaves.
Patti remains bent over the table, exhausted, but also upset, because although in essence Joe had raped her, her body had betrayed her, she had still experienced a big orgasm.
Then a thought germinates and slowly starts to grow - payback....
Joe returns that evening just a bit apprehensive about what sort of reception he might get after his lunch-time episode. But he is reassured, naive innocent that he is, by the lovely smell of dinner as he comes in.
"Someone's been busy", he says, beaming with approval. Patti approaches him with a mug of tea, his favourite mug, the one he has the habit of holding in both hands. "Sit down, relax, dinner won't belong", Patti says, smiling sweetly.
Joe sits and muses on this slightly unusual greeting. Perhaps she has learned her lesson after all. As Patti knows he will, Joe relaxes and closes his eyes, thinking about how nice it feels to be boss of your own house. Such is male folly! So predictable!
This is the moment Patti has been waiting for; dinner is not the only thing she has been preparing. What Joe has not noticed was that in the pocket of her apron Patti had concealed a pair of handcuffs and a rope, one end of which is tied to the cuffs. As soon as his eyes start to close, Patti implements her plan. She takes a whip, where she had earlier concealed it, from a kitchen drawer, then quietly but quickly she advances and slip the cuffs over Joe's wrists while he still has the mug grasped in both hands.
Joe does not realise what is happening until the cuffs snap shut, and he opens his eyes, startled.
Patti has hold of the other end of the rope in one hand, the whip in the other. She looks at Joe fiercely.
"So you think I am the little woman you can control, do you, the object you can use for your sexual gratification just when you feel like it, do you!"
She doesn't wait for an answer, which is just as well because at this moment he is not capable of giving one, staring like an idiot, open-mouthed in disbelief. What the hell is happening here?
"Well think again buster! Now we are going to take a little walk. You'd better do as you are told or I will whip you so hard you won't be able to sit down for a month - got that, buster?"
Just to show that she means business, Patti lashes out with the whip. Joe's sat there still holding the mug, and cannot move his arms to protect myself. The whip catches him on the shoulder and back; it stings!
"Now you had better put that mug down on the floor, because I am about to pull on this rope, and if you don't you will get hot tea all over your precious dick."
The image Patti creates makes Joe wince and he hastens to comply. She then pulls on the rope and he stands up, not wanting the lash again.
He is lead down the steps to the cellar, where there is a stout hook fastened into the ceiling. Patti passes the rope round the hook, then pulls on it, pulling Joe's arms up above his head, pulling it tight so that he can just about keep his feet on the floor, at a stretch. Patti makes it secure.
She looks at him with triumphant contempt.
"I'll get you for this, you bitch!"
Patti lashes out again with the whip. "Oh, yes, Mr. Big, how you gonna do that then?"
