Punishment for Piggy Ch 2
A kinky professor disciplines his submissive wife.
**** Big Blue ****
The painful rod had taken its toll on the pretty woman's big butt. The shapely cheeks glowed with a ruby flame of color. Frank Acosta had left his design of angry streaks across his wife's round bottom. She sat on the floor, whimpering, with her knees bent and her legs tucked under her sore butt. Most of her accoutrements lay on the floor now, all except the rubber pigs nose.
I glanced at Ralph. What the fuck? McRalphster looked like he had camping tent in his pants. A large, family sized tent. " ' The hell?" I thought, "was he like, spawn of Johnny Holmes, or something?
"You see, gentlemen," Frank began, "You see the lengths I go to, for the sake of my marriage."
Frank slipped into his easy chair, and wiped a bead of sweat from his forehead. He picked up his whiskey glass. "All for love, all for love." The man studied the cocktail glass. He admired the way the ice cubes had melted into smooth ice sculptures in the golden brown, sour mesh. He gave the glass a swirl, and eased it back. "Ahh," he said, with a satisfied smack of his lips, " now THAT'S good whiskey."
"The Modern Woman has been GIVEN too much."
It seemed the nutty professor was in a mood to lecture.
"The result is a weakening of the social fabric. A narcissistic, spoiled, entitled, malaise has developed. A bitchiness---the Alpha Male must keep a sharp lookout, and nip it in the bud, at the first sign of trouble. I call it, the Little Princess Syndrome."
"WHOA." Ralph nodded his head, and listened intently, as if Frank was some wise old guru, passing his teachings on to the next generation.
Frank continued. "If you're not careful, before you know it, you've got a nasty little cunt on your hands."
"FUCKIN' WORD, YO!!" the Ralphster agreed. "I had this biziatch one time, and you know, she was all chilled at first, ya know what I'm sayin', but then, she went all "Cunticus" over me smokin' me herbs at her sister's wedding. Ya believe that shit? OK, so maybe I did reek a little, ya know what I'm sayin', but still. Fuckin' BULLSHIT."
The professor cut Ralph off. "And worse, the disease is extremely contagious. Get a bunch of women together, and soon the BITCHINESS has spread like wildfire! Beware, young man, beware."
"Biziatches'll drive you FUCKIN' CRAZY!!" Wigger Ralph intoned. "Bitch wouldn't even give up the PUSSY that night!" He put a spark to his glass pipe. The professor took another slow sip of the aged Tennessee whiskey. He offered us the bottle.
"I gotta drive, Frank," I said, and declined, but the Wigger gladly accepted another pour. The professor eloquently waxed on.
"They'll vow to cherish and love, then shred a heart into a 1000 pieces." He twirled the glass again. "They'll promise to stay forever, then walk away with a smile." He wet his lips with another sip. "You two will learn, someday. All men do." He sucked an ice cube from the glass, and crushed the ice with his teeth.
As I listened to Frank, I noticed the Ralphster discreetly touching himself. His eyes were glued to the blonde wife. I'd swear that fuck wit had a gym sock crammed down his pants.
The pretty lady sat of the floor, still whimpering, but softer now. She wore her long straight blonde hair in a bang cut across her forehead. She had a deep, golden brown, country club tan, except for the bikini lines, which gave way to soft, lily white breasts with large red nipples, and a cute white panty V at her waist. The way she sat on the floor gave me just the briefest view of her cute feminine pink lips. It was driving me wild.
Frank was still going off, expressing the age old complaints of the specie; human male.
"They are a desirous, restless breed—this creature known as woman. No man could possibly understand. Only a fool would ever try. They are as treacherous as a viper, as fickle as the wind, and as beautiful as a dream." Frank looked at his wife, whimpering on the white carpet. As he sipped another taste of the smokey mountain whiskey, a grimace came to his face.
"A little wood shed time, with a firm father figure, is the quite possibly the only hope we have left." His eyes were fixed on his sexy submissive wife. She looked up at him. The couple's eyes locked. Her large, beautiful green eyes bore into his soul.
Frank suddenly got out of his chair, overcome with emotion, and knelt at her side. "Still, we love them!" He wrapped his arms around the woman. "In spite of the pain, WE LOVE THEM!!" He hugged his wife.
Frank seemed to have transformed from stern disciplinarian, to caring, loving, regretful husband. He tenderly held her head to his chest. Maybe guilt had gotten the best of him, I wondered.
"Why? Because we are MEN--- and we are powerless to resist," his eyes went down to her sweet hanging tits . . . "their charms and spells."
"There, there," he softly said, "Shuuuuu, there, there now." He stroked her blonde hair with a tender touch. Frank lifted her pretty face to his. "You know I only do it because I love you." The blonde trophy wife nodded her head yes, then threw her arms around her husband.
The couple pressed their wet lips together and shared a long passionate kiss. One of Frank's hands went to the blonde's chest. He softly caressed the hard red nipples. I saw Frank's tongue stick out under his thick black mustache, and plow deep into the woman's wet mouth. Geez, were these two kinksters fixing to commence to fucking, right here in front of Ralph and I?
His hand worked its way down between the woman's legs. She groaned as his fingers found their way to her magic spot. She sucked the man's tongue as it darted in and out of her mouth. He finally broke off the kiss and looked deep into her eyes. He re-adjusted the rubber pigs nose on her pretty face.
"There, there, my little piglet." Frank pulled over a brown, padded leather ottoman to center of the soft white rug. "Here you go, Sweetheart," he patted the leather seat, "we're not quite done yet."
Frank reached in his shopping bag once more, and what he pulled out, made both Ralph and I chuckle. "I bought you a little something."
"OH WOW," Ralph said, in a stoney haze. Big Blue---the package was named. There was a picture of a cop on the cover.
She looked at him, stunned. She looked over at the small ottoman, then back at him again. Her jaw fell open. She gave her long hair a shake.
"C'mon, over you go." Frank cheerily said. The woman looked at the object in Frank's hand.
"No, please, Frank, not, not that. . .not with them here."
"OVER YOU GO!" Frank said, with more authority in his voice.
"Ooooh," the woman moaned. The scrunched up, pouting face returned to the pretty lady. She looked back once more at her husband, then obediently perched herself over the padded leather ottoman. The sheer black panty hose hugged her long legs, up to the thighs. She lay on her stomach, with her tits hanging off one side, and her ass hanging off the other. Her delightful butt faced right at me. When she looked up, the mirror stared right back at her pretty piggy face.
"Open those legs!" Frank said. She spread her knees wide. Ralph and I both shifted in our seats. Me own trousers had grown a little tight.
"Reach back and spread you butt for us, sweetheart."
"FRANK!!" she protested, but still. Her bottom had a soft red glow to it, but the flames had died down a bit, since her thrashing. She had a nice butt, big, but not too big, just a pleasant, round set of cheeks. The kind that made you want to bury a hard dick, or a wet tongue, right in the middle. She reached back with both hands and spread her cheeks wide apart.
"That's my little piggy!"
The lady had no more secrets. I could see it all. She had a sexy, furry pussy with a triangle of honey blonde hair surrounding two big pussy lips. A long pink, meaty clitoris perfectly divided her hairy twat, a nice pink piece of bubble gum. Between the sexy butt cheeks, she had the cutest little golden brown asshole. In the mirror, we could see her pretty red face and her long blonde hair. Two big tits spilled over the ottoman, and hung down towards the floor.
"As I said, we're powerless to resist, their beautiful charms and powerful spells." Frank looked at me with a grin.
"Sweet!" The Ralphster blurted, with his hand in his lap.
"Yes," Frank agreed, "it is sweet." He looked at his hot wife. "now—it's FUCK time!"
"Ooooooooh," the woman groaned, again. She looked up at the mirror with her sheepish face. Ralph shot me a wild eyed look.
Frank picked up his new toy he had pulled from his bag of tricks. In his hand he waved a long, fat, bright blue rubber dildo. The sapphire phallus appeared to be 8 or 9 inches long, and was a "real fat fucker," according to the cop on the package cover. Frank causally packed two C sized batteries into the big dildo. He twisted the cap on the obscene sex toy. HUUUUMMMMM. A low vibrating hum filled the room. Frank took his place behind his wife.
"Now, Miss Piggy, do you know WHY you're gonna get FUCKED?"
"OH, FRANK! Be, because I've been a naughty little PORKER!"
Frank pressed the large rubber dick head to the lady's damp pussy.
"Oooooooh!" she squirmed. "No, Frank! NO!" He massaged the rubber wang all around the wet little hole, then pressed it right on her pouting clitoris. HUUUUMM.
"OHHHHHHHH!!!" The lady groaned, her eyes got even wider. "Owww, no, Frank, don't," she pouted and pouted, her pretty face began to glow.
But Frank was a man on a mission. He worked the vibrator up and down on her pussy. He was getting her all juiced up, whether she liked it or not. HUUUMMMM.
"OHHH FRANK!!" Her face was beet red now. Her round butt squirmed and twitched.
"Oooh! Ahh! NO! EEE! DON'T!" She made little high pitched protests. She was creaming up real good, we could hear it.
"Let's hear you, sweetheart! Tell me again!"
"OOOHHHH!!!," she squealed as the dildo buzzed and hummed on her panting clit. "I've been a, a, OOOHHH!---- A naughty little, EEEHH!! Piggy, oink, oink oink!"
Frank, pressed the fat blue dildo to the cute pink pussy. The sapphire cock split the soft soaking wet lips, and burrowed its way up inside her little honeyed cunt.
