Penny's Correction

Penny is encouraged to meet Peter's friends

We had not discussed the almost unbelievable events we had experienced together with Peter on the Island of Anenagansty. After four weeks the stripes on Penny's back had been well on the way to recovery, with just a faint bruised line here and there. But her back had mostly been subjected to the whip; not the more vicious biting cane which had been used on her bottom.

We were lazing in bed, drifting in and out of sleep and my hard penis twitched as I recalled how my wife had been bound, beaten then sexually penetrated by the pick of the Afro-Caribbean men on the Island. We were on our sides facing each other. I leaned over and kissed her lips gently.

My hand went to her bottom. "Good morning my darling."

Penny put her hands up to the bed board and stretched her long body, luxuriating in the soft warm sheets. This placed one of her nipples, which had slipped out of the loose nightdress, close to my mouth. I leaned forward and sucked it gently, savouring the feeling as it swelled and hardened. She sighed, looked at me and smiled.

I tapped her bottom with my hand. "Are you OK?" I asked as I extracted my mouth from her breast.

"Oh yes. I am feeling great."

"Is your bottom still painful?" I asked. "Let me see." I eased the duvet down to her hips and pulled her towards me, turning her onto her stomach.

Although the wounds had healed well the skin on her thighs and buttocks was still showing heavy bruising; a prominent gray-blue, purple and yellow. There were five individual prominent stripes still identifiable where the strokes of the cane had bitten into her bottom more severely and where other bruising had not intermingled. "My back is fine now," Penny explained. She turned to look: "But the bruising on my bottom means that I have to be careful when I sit down," she laughed. "Or if anyone was to see it."

"Yes, even after a month the bruises are still there." I said as I gently caressed her backside with my hand, tracing the line of a particular cane mark. "That was a hell of a beating you took."

"God it was so.... sexy," Penny made a mewing sound as she raised her buttocks to my touch. She squirmed in pleasure. I gave the mounds a gentle slap. "Oh!," she exclaimed. I slapped her bottom again but left my hand in place, gently fondling her backside. Her breathing quickened. "That feels so good, my darling," she whispered.

"Certainly your behaviour on the island was not that expected of a married English lady," I told her, smiling.

She laughed; then we kissed again. "

Honi soit qui mal y pense.

" she replied.

"

Touché.

Should I get Peter to deal with you again?" I raised my hand. Slap.

She shuddered. "Oh, well.... maybe." She paused. "He is very sexy." She kissed my lips. "Or would you want your wife to go to another man for punishment?"

"I can not hurt you in the way you desire, my darling. I love you too much." My hand went to her breast as I whispered in her ear. "But we both know you need to be punished; it is what is best for you. Although Peter is very good at disciplining you a changed venue with an unknown master could be exciting."

She shivered as she looked me in the eye. "Oh God, John. You are so erotic with me." She kissed me on the lips. Her tongue slipped into my mouth. She breathed into me. "And I love it when you are watching..... when another man touches my body...." My cock jumped. "... and when he whips me...."

"Oh, Penny. God, you are so sexy. But I really want you to be properly dealt with."

"And did you love it when those men on the island beat me and......and ..." Penny hesitated as her hand went to my now fully erect cock secreting pre-come.

"Fucked you?" I added as I sighed, feeling her manipulation. "Oh, Penny, darling. It was so... so.... sensual. God, those men. So big. So powerful. So masterful with you. It was amazing seeing you being handled so firmly, knowing that when they had dealt with you and satisfied themselves with your body you would be returning to my arms for comfort." Her hand stroked me more firmly.

"Yes, you love 'putting me out' for other men, like a mare put out to the paddock for the stallions; and then you gently tender me after the stallions have had their way." My heart was thumping and my breathing was heavy. I loved her so much. I was in ecstasy. I turned her on to her back. Her legs fell apart and she bent up her knees. I slipped my hand down to her clitoris. My fingers played; she moaned. Her labia was secreting. No further lubrication was needed. I mounted her like the stallion she had described. With ease I pushed my rigid cock into her. Five minutes later we had both orgasmed and I had withdrawn my cock leaving my sperm to trickle out onto the sheets.

We laid in each others arms contentedly. "I am seeing Peter tomorrow," I told her as my hand meandered over the nub of her hard wet little clitoris. Penny gave a sharp intake of breath.

"Oh! What will you two talk about?"

"He will probably want to arrange another Saturday meeting." I told her. She shuddered in my arms.

Although Penny was Peter's PA, while they were at work he was the epitome of a gentleman. His dealings with Penny were respectful and polite, and she responded to him as any efficient humble PA would. While at work they never mentioning the other side of their lives and the activities they participated in out of hours. No one would suspect that a very different relationship had developed. Before our visit to the Island, on some Saturdays when the engineering firm was closed, Peter had, with my connivance, requested Penny to attend his office. There he had confronted my wife with spurious errors at work and dealt with her by introducing her to corrective corporal punishment with a belt and cane. In my presence he had ended these sessions with sexual intercourse, penetrating my Penny while she was naked and bent over his desk. On one occasion, he had even invited the Security Guard on duty to cane her and then violate her. Of course none of this was anything like as erotic as the reparations he had arranged for her to pay on the Island of Anenagansty.

She knew what a meeting on a Saturday would entail. Penny gasped at my utterance. "God," she said. "I don't think that I am ready. Is that what you want?... Do you want me to go to him?..... To let him....." She left the sentence unfinished as she turned on to her side.

"Yes, my darling. I do." I once again caressed her bottom. I gave it a slap. "You were a dirty naughty girl on that Island and you will need to be punished."

She gasped. "You want him to use the strap?" She must have felt my cock jump next to her thigh as she said this. I was pleasantly surprised that I was managing a second erection so soon. She was breathing heavily as she gave me a kiss. Her hand once again went to my penis. It was becoming rigid. "And, my darling. You liked watching me with him, didn't you?"

"I love to see you under his control." I replied. "Afterwards he should fuck you hard. Then you would come back to me."

She turned, pushed her bruised bottom up as she got up on her elbows, and placed her head down on the pillow. "You want to see him punish me, then fuck me?"

"Oh God, yes. That is so erotic. I really do."

"I think that you had better put that cock of yours to good use again while you think about it," she giggled. "Then you can discuss with him how he should deal with a naughty girl. And then later you will tell me what he said." She raised her buttocks further. "Now fuck me in the manner that you would like him to fuck me." I knelt up, moved behind her, positioned my cock, and mounted her in the manner of the stallion.

xxXxx

Peter and I had arranged to meet in a pub after work. We had got our beers and were sitting at a small side table. After a preliminary chat Peter told me that he needed to get my reaction to a proposal he had. I knew that it would be about my wife. I felt my cock moving in my trousers in anticipation.

He explained that prior to the visit to the Island he had, as I was well aware, much enjoyed the encounters in his office on Saturdays. He had built upon Penny's, until then, hidden masochistic desires. Under his guidance she had been disciplined before being penetrated by both him and the security guard in my presence. All this would have been completely alien to her, and me, before he tangled us into his web.

But I had consented, and had even assisted him in manipulating my wife. He convinced me that my wife was an exceptionally highly charged sexual woman who needed to be fully stretched. This was the reason why I had accepted that he could take her under his control in the first place. He would look after her masochistic desires which I was unable to do. All three of us had benefited in our own ways from the domination that Peter had provided.

He asked me how Penny was getting on. I told him that she knew I was meeting him. "She is looking forward to my return to hear the results of our discussion." I told him.

He took a sip of his beer then looked me in the eye. "John, I wish to introduce Penny to some friends."

This took me by surprise. I took a sip of my beer. My cock was slowly hardening, I wanted to hear more. Peter seemed embarrassed as he lifted his glass for another drink.

"Let's just say that I would like Penny to er... how can I put it delicately. Let's say, be available to some of my friends." He paused. "I wanted to consult you before I arrange it."

I gulped. "My God." I took a swig of my beer. My hand was shaking. My cock was straining. I looked at him. "Gosh. Er... Well... er... really? You mean other men?"

"Probably only two or three."

"What..... a sort of gang bang?"

He ignored my question. "Listen John. We both know that Penny did not conduct herself as a married woman should on Anenagansty." He paused as he took another sip of his beer. "Perhaps some further education is required?"

"Well she was a bit naughty; but you did encourage her." I smiled.

"Yes, I suppose

we

did." He responded with a laugh.

"Do you need to punish her again?"

"Well, I think that it is time for us to up the stakes a bit. My friends are ..., er....how shall I put it.... are well practised at dealing with errant wives." He replied.

We were silent, each with his own thoughts. My cock was now rigid and hurting in the confines of my trousers. I took a sip of beer as my mind tumbled: 'Two or three of them. Wow. Experienced in

'dealing with errant wives'

...? Would Penny really want that?' God, thinking of Peter and two of his friends

'dealing'

with her.... It was... Oh my God.... My heart thumped in my chest.

"Dealing with wives?" I asked.

"Yes, John. Husbands like you, who feel that their wives have behaved badly, use their services to deal with transgressions."

"Wow." My mind was a jumble. My cock firm. "Er... sounds interesting. We would have to meet them first?" I was gibbering needlessly.

"Well, yes, certainly. I would like to introduce you both to them first."

"Oh! Where would this happen? Your home?"

"No. My friends would want to use some of their own facilities ... er.... how should I put it. Perhaps.... er ... in keeping with the services they provide."

"Oh...." I exclaimed, although I had absolutely no idea what he was suggesting.

"I have told them about Penny and they agree that she would be ideal to experience their .... er.... fetishes in their facilities room."

"What do you mean? What sort of facility room?"

"Let's just say a place where we would all enjoy Penny experiencing the furniture and accoutrements." He smiled.

"Furniture and .....?"

"Yes, you know John .... To control her and impose correction." He didn't expand on that but went on to explain that he was about to set it up. Would I approve if he organised the meeting?

'Bloody hell,' I thought. I was about to agree punishment for my lovely wife at the hand of a couple of strangers. As we finished our beers I asked him what he had told them about Penny.

"Well; just that she is a very beautiful and sexy woman, who has a strong masochist streak and is married to a really nice guy who does not wish to cause her the pain and humiliation she craves. They are very keen to see you both."

We discussed the fact that she would need to be fully recovered from the Island experience. "She still has some serious cane marks," I told him.

"Yes. I expected that. Look, before I set it up why don't you send me a couple of photos of Penny which I can show my friends to maintain their interest."

"Photos?"

"Yes. We would need one of her bottom showing the marks and another of her breasts."

"What, naked?"

"Yes John. Naked. I will set up a meeting for four weeks time. The bruising should have gone by then. In the meantime you get me the photos. How does that sound?"

"Er, well. I am not sure...."

"Come on John. You know that she thrives on being under control. She will be aching for it by then." He said bluntly.

My heart was beating fast. "Oh, God. Well ... er .... OK, Peter. But Penny may not agree." I nearly shot my load in my trousers I was so nervous. "I will see what I can do."

xxXxx

That evening Penny was desperate to know what Peter and I had discussed. I put her off until after dinner and then, once the plates had been removed and the kitchen had been tidied, she and I took our glasses of wine to the sitting room where we sat together on the sofa. I put an arm around her shoulder.

"Well, what did he have to say?"

"Who?" I asked.

She slapped my thigh. "Peter. Come on; don't keep me in suspense any longer."

I told her about our conversation. Penny listened carefully and, as I talked, her breathing quickening. She took several gulps of her wine. I didn't tell her about

'the room with appropriate furniture'.

I thought that could wait. Too much information at this stage could put her off.

".....and so we can expect him to arrange a meeting in about a month," I concluded.

"Oh God," Penny replied. She kissed me. "Peter and two other men.... That sounds... wow. Will you be OK with that?"

I held her in my arms. "Yes, my darling," I kissed her. "Apparently Peter's two friends specialise in dealing with errant wives. I know that we would both find it tremendously exciting."

My hand dropped to her covered breast. I kissed her on her ear as I whispered: "I told him that his plan would be very suitable." Penny took a deep breath. We kissed gently. She was breathing hard.

My hand held her breast firmly. "He wants a couple of photos of you."

She thought for a moment. "Why?"

"He wants to show his friends the marks, proving that you can take a beating." I told her.

She shivered. "Oh my God...... Oh God no. Wow!..... Scary!" She touched my aching cock through my trousers. "Come to bed. I need you now," she told me.

xxXxx

A couple of nights later, after some gentle persuasion, I made Penny bend over naked while I took two photos of her backside, prominently showing five clear stripes remaining from her previous caning. I then took three more photos of her lovely naked 36 C breasts. Having stimulated the nipples to hardness I took one photo of her on her hands and knees with her breasts hanging down, and two with her standing up with her arms behind her back and shoulders back, sticking her breasts out proudly; one from the front and the other from the side. I didn't want electronic copies of the photos to be available to others so, with my sophisticated printer at home, I printed enlarged copies, placed them in an A4 envelope, and told Penny to deliver them to her boss at work the next day.

Penny assured me that the envelope had been placed on Peter's desk. I didn't hear from him for a week. I was at my desk at work when the telephone rang.

"Hello John, it's Peter."

My heart jumped. I tried to remain calm. "Oh hello Peter, how are you?" I replied.

"Oh, I am fine thanks. Those photos were excellent," he paused. "My friends were very complimentary."

"Oh, good. I am glad that they liked them."

"Yes. They are very happy to take on the task we discussed. I take it that Penny and you wish to proceed?" He asked.

"Oh, er... yes, Peter. If you think that would be a good way forward." I felt my cock slowly coming out of its sleeping mode.

"Good. I will set it up for a couple of weeks."

"Oh, OK."

"John. One small point that my friends have asked."

"Oh, what's that?"

"It's a bit embarrassing, but they want her clean." He told me.

"What?" I was confused. "Of course, Peter, a bath?"

"No John. Her cunt is to be clean of sex from now until the meeting." My cock was now hard.

"What," I touched myself. "You mean that I can't have sex with my wife?"

"Yes, John. She is not to have sex until after the meeting. In that way she will be clean and ready for them."

"Oh, God. Oh hell. OK Peter. I understand." He hung up. Suddenly I burst into my trousers leaving a very distinct wet patch.

xxXxx

It was late on a Saturday afternoon when he phoned again, this time at our home. I had not seen nor spoken to him since our previous call, although I had recalled our discussion often, particularly as an enhancement when masturbating. Penny and I had not made love for three weeks since that call, which was an unusually long break for us, but I had managed to make several excuses as to why I was not able to be responsive.

I was surprised by the call.

"Ah John. Is Penny there?"

"She is out in the garden. Shall I get her?" I replied not immediately associating the call with our previous discussions. My initial thought was that this was a work problem.

"No don't worry. She needs to be ready for 6.00pm this evening." He told me.

It suddenly dawned on me. "Oh?" I stammered. "Er... what? This evening?

"My friends have a couple staying with them and all four are available this evening."

"Oh, God. Four!"

"Yes. They have the room ready for her."

My heart skipped a beat then hammered in my chest. The time had arrived. I could hardly breath as I shivered.

"Oh. Wow. Room? Ready? Oh, God. Do you want to talk to her? Shall I get her?" My heart was thumping. I was shaking as I held the phone. I wanted him to tell her.

"No. Just tell her that the car will pick you both up at six o'clock."

My cock stirred in my pants. I cleared my throat. "Er.... Where are we going? Will we need to dress up?"

"Well, we will not be dining. But yes, Penny will need to be smart to make an impression. We will be having drinks first, which will give us the opportunity to introduce you both to my friends." He paused.

"Oh, OK."

"Then after drinks....." I heard him take in a deep breath. "Er... Her dress needs to be simple. No difficult buckles. Easy to access, or for show. Trousers would be good. That dark blue trouser suit always looks good on her." He was referring to one of Penny's favourite outfits which she often wore to work in the summer. The trousers were of light linen and tightly hugged her backside and upper thighs. The jacket was loose fitting with a couple of buttons and a deep V necessitating an under garment. It could be fastened with a single button at her stomach, or it could be worn loose. It was a long jacket, covering the tops of her hips.

I agreed that she looked fetching in it. "Oh OK. I will tell her."

"Yes, that will be good." He mussed. "And John....."

"Yes?"

"Is she clean?"

"What?" Then remembering our telephone call. "Yes, Peter. She is clean."

"Good. She will not need panties nor a bra."

My cock jerked. "Oh, God.... OK, I will tell her." I breathed deeply. A sudden thought occurred. "Shall I tell her to wear stockings and a suspender belt?"