Chapter One
I was partially awakened by the light pounding on my back and the sensation of something rubbing between my legs. It was an occurrence that had happened so many times before. My pig of a husband partially awake with a boner, was using my thighs to relieve his distress.
My tears over the situation had long since dried up. I was just putting up with his self centered actions, till I could find a way out, or it got better. I would spend another night with a sticky mess between my legs as I try to fitfully fall back to sleep.
In the morning was the same routine. My alarm went off for work, at 6:00 am, as I drag myself out of the now crusty sheets. I look in the bathroom mirror "am I some doormat ,for that sleeping jackass in the next room?" I whisper.
I am not an unattractive woman. My silky brown hair dances down my shoulders, and my eyes of green were like jade, I have be told. The firm full figure I saw in the mirror was not supermodel skinny, but I have noticed many men noticing me. I could easily attract another man. One that would treat me right and attend to my needs as well.
The marriage vows that I agreed to three years ago though, were a road block to that direction. My fears now that he was just along for the ride were being fulfilled night by damnable night.
The office was a buzz of activity that morning as always. Other women there were used to seeing my sad looks as I took my place in the small office. My job, as an accountant, paid well, but I was still in the lower tier in this company.
I spotted Simone in the copy room and greeted her sullenly, "morning Simone."
"Hi Jenna, why the long face?" She knew the answer already.
"My porcine husband slimed me again last night," I responded crudely.
"Why don't you leave that asshole and find a decent man?, she asked.
"Why don't you make him be a decent man?" we heard a third party speak in a light Russian accent. Simone and I spun around to see our recently appointed boss addressing our conversation.
The woman before us was tall, at least 5'10". Her blonde hair tightly packed into a round bun on the back of her head. At thirty five she was still an extremely attractive woman. Her steel blue eyes, said," I don't take shit from anybody." She was known company wide for that trait alone. The dark gray business, suit was form fitting yet all business.
"Why are you ladies discussing personal problems on my time?" she coolly said. "Jenna, why do take such sheet off a man for?" she added in her Russian voice.
"Sorry, Mrs. Kovig." Simone and I spoke at the same time.
"Simone, get back to work, Jenna come to my office, "Mrs. Kovig commanded. A feeling of dread came over me as my boss sharply turned on her spiked heel, and I followed her like a whipped puppy.
"Close the door, Jenna," Mrs. Kovig ordered. "I can't have my people being dragged down at work by problems at home," she stated. "We have to remedy your situation," she exclaimed. "Tell me about your husband," Mrs. Kovig asked.
Shamefully and with tears I said, "he lost his job by looking at porn while working. He messes up the house. Every thing he does is for himself with no regards for my feelings. I am so sick of that man I could scream!"
"Tell me everything," Mrs. Kovig demanded.
My face flushed red and I spoke grimly," he just uses my body to get himself off with out any regard to my needs."
"This man is a peeg and peegs need to be dealt with accordingly," she retorted.
"You and I will leave work at noon today. We will have lunch at my house, and I will show you what needs to be done," Mrs. Kovig proclaimed.
I was incredulous at the morning's events and wondered the rest of the morning, what was in store for me. At noon I shut my office door, as I stepped out, Mrs. Kovig came around the corner. "Come with me, we will take my car to lunch," she stated.
I replied, "Yes, Ma'am"
"No need to be so formal, Jenna, we are both of the superior gender, call me Natasha," she said as her spiked heels clicked down the hall.
Natasha's home was in a close in suburb on the same side of town where I lived . The house was very trim and neat with a stone front and two grand bay windows. When we stepped out of the car and walked to the door, we were greeted promptly by a young man no more than 24. Natasha kissed him on the cheek as we entered and told him,"Randall, fetch us some scotch and ice while you prepare lunch for us."
I thought to myself,"who is this good looking young man, is he a servant or a butler of some sort?" My mind came back as I was handed a glass of ice,"say when Ma'am," Randall spoke for the first time in a strangely high voice. The fragrant liquor spilled into the ice and I quickly said,"when." " I am not too much of a drinker, Natasha," I said.
"I find that a little good whiskey puts you in a more relaxed state," Natasha said. "Randall, remove Mrs. Barker's shoes and rub her feet to relax her," she added. I started to protest and my Boss held her index finger up to her pursed lips. "You are stressed and in need of relaxation," She declared. With that I sat back and sipped my scotch as Randall started his task.
Russell had never rubbed my feet like this, it was relaxing and sensual at the same time.
"Jenna, this is one of the things that a man should be doing for his wife," she explained. "There are many things you need to know, to re train your miscreant husband ,and I will teach you, if you want to learn,"she emphaticly stated.
After a light lunch, Randall cleared the dishes while Natasha and I retired to the library. There were two high back chairs and an ottoman in the center of the room. We sat down and Randall soon came into the room, I looked around for another chair but none was to be had. I started to rise up out of mine and Natasha said,"He won't need a chair."
I sunk back down into it and smiled pleasantly. "Randall, bring me a crop and a strap,then remove your pants and shorts," Natasha commanded coolly. I looked over at my boss with a look of bewilderment and embarrassment. "Jenna, just observe and see how a man learns to please his superior gender," she explained.
My thoughts ran wild,"what kind of a kinky place is this?" "What is this crazy Russian bitch going to do next?" I pondered. Taking another gulp of the Scotch, I waited to see what unfolded.
Randall went to a nearby cupboard and retrieved a leather strap of some sort and what appeared to be a riding crop. He came over to Natasha, and bowed as he handed her the items. Without any embarrassment he removed his pants and under shorts. To my total surprise at this point he displayed an approximate 9" penis that was mostly erect.
"Don't be shy, Jenna, admire it, touch it if you like,"she cooed. I pulled my hands to my lap, but I could not take my eyes off of the magnificent member.
"Lie down, Randall," she ordered. He laid across the ottoman with his face to the floor and his smooth round ass high in the air. There seemed to be evidence of previous encounters with the two implements my Boss held in her hand. The faded remains of bruises were still there.
Natasha, lifted the strap, then brought it down on his cheeks with a "slaapp" sound. He said nothing. Again, she raised and swung it hard down on his posterior. The skin was starting to turn red and Randall was making some low moans now as each blow dropped. I was stunned at the unusual chain of events to this point.
The last time I saw anyone punished like this was years ago. My kid brother was caught peeping on me in the shower. I was sixteen at the time. My Mother told me to watch as she spanked my lewd brother with a belt.
I did not remember the sensuous feelings that I was experiencing now however. The smell of the oiled leather strap and the low moans of pain had awakened in me a new emotion. I was unsettled by the feelings and did not know weather to enjoy them or hide them.
Natasha turned to me and said,"don't feel empathy for him, let the sensuousness of the things you feel envelope you." I was able to, with help from the scotch, then she offered me the strap. I looked into Natasha's eyes and dared not reject her. The presence of power and control radiated from her like the rays of the sun.
In my trembling hand I accepted the device and held it up for closer inspection. "Strap him on his ass, Jenna,"Natasha commanded me. Again, in her cold eyes, I could see no variance to her order. I lifted the strap up higher and brought it down on Randall's butt. It made a kerwhack sound when it landed, followed by a low cry from his mouth.
I managed a faint smile and I looked again at my Mentor. Natasha nodded and I brought the instrument of suffering down hard again on his willing buttocks. "Slow and rhythmic, Jenna, "Natasha insisted.
I found my self with a feeling of power and strength that was exhilarating to me. Soon Natasha handed me the riding crop to spank the man with. "Whip him hard Jenna, he will be rewarded for his suffering soon. I am teaching you skills that will change your life, so be aggressive and let him feel your wrath," Natasha remarked.
The whip was raising more red and purple welts on his unprotected behind, and I again felt compassion for him. The look on my face must have revealed my pity. A stern look from Natasha goaded me to continue the whipping.
After a brief time the feelings of power over shadowed any compassion I had for the man. The moisture accumulating in my panties was proof of my enthusiasm.
Finally, Natasha said for me to stop. I found myself quite aroused from the session and Natasha perceived the feeling in me."Jenna, please remove your underwear," Natasha requested.
I looked incredulously at her and she repeated her command. Red faced and unsure of her motives I complied with her command. Pulling the undies down from under my skirt I held them in my hand, too stunned to know what to do next. Natasha put the panties over Randall's head so that his eyes were covered.
"Please sit down on the chair dear and scoot yourself so your pussy is just at the edge of the seat,"she ordered. If the scotch had not done it's duty, I would have refused. But I was intrigued and horny in addition, so I complied.
She placed the ottoman close up in front of my chair so the two were touching. Randall then put his chest onto the ottoman and his lips were only an inch from my holy temple. His breath on my snatch was both sensuous and terrifying. "Randall is going to show you how a woman deserves to be pleasured, Natasha explained. I was embarrassed to be in the position ,but was yearning inside for the pleasure.
Randall slowly kisses the insides of my thighs from the knees to within reach of my puss. He would then start over with the other thigh. My pulse was pounding and my anticipation rising as he at last flicked his tongue on the very edge of a labia.
Electric impulses rippled over my skin as he continued his soft caresses. Natasha lifted my feet up to rest on his back so my opening was more accessible. My breathing turned labored and I moaned in delight at the attention he provided.
His mouth soon enveloped my slit as he suckled and released in cycles. The tongue that was exploring my body made it's way into my inner sanctum and I gasped at the feeling of it. The delightful organ entered and exited my temple over and over as the intensity grew.
The clit that had been in hiding for so long, grew firm and erect. Randall soon found it and caressed it till I exploded into fits of passion. The waves of ecstasy washed over me as his tonguing continued. I was cast away into a flood of continuous orgasm for it seems like hours
