Alban Hethering, Head Bookkeeper at the Purbright, Dovecote & Dimbleby Security Systems & Burglar Alarm Emporium showed up at Thelma Tydemann's door with false confidence.
Alban was quite excited about his date with Thelma...
Oh, she was chesty, and had those full glossed lips.
She was a hot one! He had been going out with her on and off for a few months, but quite often she would get sick of him.
Then Alban would have to send her gifts and call her, and be really romantic to entice her back to him.
But tonight for the first time she was going to have him come to her apartment for dinner!
As Alban knocked on the door, his arms full of roses; he wondered anxiously what would go on.
They'd fooled around in his car quite extensively, but she always seemed to push him away at the crucial moment... and he knew she dated other men!
But the door opened and Thelma greeted Alban with an effusive kiss.
"Hey there, cutie!" She took the flowers and looked quite thrilled.
She looked absolutely stunning...her big boobs were obviously being supported in one of those push-up bras.
Yes, and tightly encased in a sexy burgundy velour top with a plunging cleavage.
Thelma's lips were glossed dark red as were her nails to match the top, and there was a hint of Chanel No. 5.
"I'm so glad you're here, Alban. God, I've thought about you all week!"
That was curious, Alban thought, since she never answered 90 % of my calls.
But hey, he wasn't going to argue, right?
They chatted through dinner and then relaxed with wine on her sofa, and he took her hand experimentally.
"You know, Alban" Thelma said, with a cheery smile,
"My boss, Darrell, has the funniest relationship with his wife...she keeps him in a chastity belt!
And she rations out sex to him just a little at a time, and it gives her time for her for boyfriends and other lovers—
Yes, she loves Darrell, but he's not really enough for her, if you know what I mean—
Right, and so she kind of takes charge of their sex life, and has him be of maximum use to her."
Alban's head cocked as he gazed at Thelma.
"That's interesting" he said, a little nervously.
"What an interesting way to have a relationship."
He felt a tap at his crotch, and apparently Thelma had taken her foot out of her shoe, and was poking her stockinged toes into his crotch.
As Thelma rubbed Alban's covered penis with her toe, she continued talking.
"And you know, I was thinking a lot about us.
You and I have been dating on and off for about seven or eight months now, and often you complain that I don't have enough time for you, what with my other boyfriends and all that—and I love being with you!"
The toes were prodding Alban's pants a little more.
Thelma reached over, and Alban watched in astonishment as her long red nails unzipped his pants, and pulled out his little white penis.
"We have such fun—going to political events, the science lectures, enjoying your opera season tickets.
Yes, visiting the Botanical Gardens, attending the ballet, hitting the Van Gogh exhibit at Buttermilk Gallery, and having a little din-din around town."
As Thelma spoke, she stroked Alban's cock which grew longer and thicker in her delicate palm.
Deftly, she took her other hand and undid his buttons and removed his trousers, underpants and shoes.
Alban got up and reached for her, but Thelma pushed him back on the couch and continued massaging his organ, signaling for him to undo his shirt.
Alban was a little embarrassed that he was now completely naked and she was still clothed.
Alban had never seen Thelma unclothed, but he was quite aroused at the same time.
"But you know Alban, I also need my he-men, like my friend DeRoy, who takes me to rap concerts and football games and truck shows...
DeRoy fucks me on the swings at midnight at the children's playground... he makes me scream, Alban.
And I need that, too!"
Alban's eyes grew big as Thelma leaned over, the tops of her full breasts almost in his face as she continued to stroke his bulbous cock.
He began breathing heavily, and she playfully licked her glossed lips at him!
Thelma's red-tipped fingers rubbed and stroked his bulging penis, and her other hand played with his balls.
He was getting quite excited, but it disturbed him what she was saying about DeRoy.
The fact was, a lot of the time Thelma pushed Alban away when he tried to make love to her.
Yes, and she told him he "objectified" her too much.
She often had spent time complaining to Alban about her married lovers, and how guys like DeRoy were inattentive to her unless they got their sex...
And so this was very unusual.
"I know you have complained about being in the 'Friend Zone' a lot, Alban, and that can be sad for a guy...
But I am starting to think about settling down, and I think I'd like to settle down with you, but with a few codicils."
Thelma began stroking Alban's dick faster and faster now, and he was gasping.
She really knew how to give a hand job! He tried to rise.
"Thelma, why don't we make love, since I'm so excited...why don't you take off your clothes?"
SLAP! Thelma's hand crashed against Alban's jaw, and he lay back again, and a tear rolled down his plump cheek.
"You see, Alban...that's the problem.
You have all these irrational biological urges.
You want to take advantage of me when I'm trying to give you a little treat. I think I may have to NOT marry you, and break up with you and find someone else."
"No no...please, Thelma.
Don't do that. I'm really sorry. Please give me another chance."
Alban begged. "I'll do anything. You're so sexy and wonderful, and I can't live without you."
He continued to implore her, and finally Thelma smiled reluctantly.
"All right, but I'm going to give you a lesson in propriety, I think."
Thelma got up and took Alban by the arm and led him into her bedroom, formerly a forbidden province.
She pointed to the bed. "Lie down on your stomach, please." Alban looked doubtful, but he obeyed her.
Thelma came behind Alban and used a length of rope to tie his hands behind his back quite firmly, and then also secured his ankles together.
"Can you move? Here, I'll hit your balls to see if you can...Whoops! No, you're pretty well bound there. Good."
As Alban watched anxiously, Thelma went to the dresser and brought out a long wooden plank, not too thick, made perhaps of oak.
"My employer's wife gave me this." Thelma said tapping it against her palm.
"It's really good for making naughty boys think before acting, you know?"
Thelma lifted the plank—Alban noticed that one end was whittled as if to be a handle, like a frat paddle—and swung it down hard on his bare bottom. WHACK!
Alban tried to be a man, and not cry, but he had to bite his lower lip and close his eyes.
"I'm trying to teach you not to grope me, and to listen to me when I'm telling you serious things about our relationship, instead of propositioning me rudely as you just did." Thelma said.
WHACK! SMACK! THWACK!
"I think, to show me that you appreciate me, you should say, "Thank you, Miss Thelma, can I have another" after each swat from now on, so I can tell you are appreciating this.
The sooner I'm sure you're appreciative, the sooner I'll stop, and we can go back to having our valuable conversation."
CRACK! "Th-Thank you Miss Thelma, may I have another?"
Alban was barely able to get this out. THWACK! Thank yuh-you Miss Thelma, can-can—"
But Alban couldn't finish.
In exasperation, Thelma smacked him twenty times, quite fast, and Alban was soon in tears.
"Alban, you're hopeless. I'm going to untie you and then I want you to go home."
For a week after this, Alban called Thelma, begging for another chance. He sent her Godiva chocolates, and drove by her house many times.
Thelma was the sexiest woman he'd ever met, and he knew he had to get back in her good graces.
Finally, he got her on the phone, and she reluctantly agreed to have him come to dinner again. He showed up with flowers, and an expensive locket.
Thelma smiled when she saw the jewelry, and stroked Alban's face with a smile.
"Well, your heart is in the right place, even if you can't behave yourself very well." They had dinner and talked of other things .
After dinner, Thelma pointed to the bedroom, and they went in, and Alban stripped naked again as per her instructions.
This time Thelma was wearing a tight white dress, reminiscent of the one Marilyn Monroe wore in the scene where she stood above the grate.
Alban realized he had never been in the company of one so beautiful.
Once again Thelma bound his wrists and his ankles, and this time pulled out a long thick strop.
"This was my Dad's razor strop" she said.
"I was able to take whippings on my bare buttocks as a girl without whining, and I want you to prove to me that you can as well."
Alban was somewhat aroused thinking of Thelma being whipped with the strop, though he didn't want her to think that he was in favor of any violence being done.
This time he bit the pillow as she whipped his bottom until it was nearly purple,
