Vince looked doubtfully at Splint, kneeling naked in the corner of his own living room. Then Vince turned his head back at Sparky, who smiled at him.
God, watch her toss that ice blonde hair. When Splint began seeing Sparky, the whole crowd had been taken aback.
Sparky was overweight in kind of a sexy way--big boobs, big hair all that kind of thing. Most of Splint's friends found her unusual. The guys liked flirting and trading dirty jokes with the extroverted girl, and the girls found her a little catty.
But what had been even more interesting was, Splint, who had always been a "bros before hos" kind of pal changed quite a bit. He once had been the type to neglect fiancées, and once had deserted a bride at the altar.
Splint's allegiance had always been to the guys, but when he met Sparky, he became a homebody, and she'd even taught him to crochet, which he reported was calming.
"Splint can't make it" quite often was Sparky's sweet but definite answer quite often when Vince or one of the other guys wanted to get a brew or watch a game.
And, when co-ed get togethers occurred, Splint stayed right by his new girlfriend's side, and he'd often do the dishes while everyone else sat around the living room and relaxed.
Splint seemed more peaceful, and he didn't curse as much, but Vince missed the wild man that his buddy had once been.
Clyde, another friend had reported that he'd dropped by Splint's place and had heard screaming in the back yard.
Peeping over the fence, Clyde had seen something astonishing.
Sparky, tits bouncing away in her crop top, was whacking Splint who was tied over the picnic table
"She was hitting him? Big Splint?" Vince, Larry, Clifford and Charlie had halted their darts game.
"Yeah, Sparky cut a branch off that big maple tree in the yard and was hitting Splint's butt with it, and when she saw me she called over and asked me if I could lend her my freakin' belt."
"But what did Splint do? Did you call a cop, Clyde?" Vince asked.
"Yeah, she had him tied up. that's kidnapping right?" Larry added.
"Or domestic violence, that's what I thought, but Splint yelled that everything was copacetic, so I just got out of there. He coulda broken those ropes."
It did seem a little ridiculous. Splint, after all was a drill sergeant at the Marine base right outside Buttermilk Falls. And he was a competitive kick boxer.
And now, Vince had been invited over for dinner and after dinner was over, Sparky had told Splint to strip and kneel in the corner, and put a blindfold on. And the guy did it.
Splint, who once told a girl he was single, and then threw her out of his house when she asked whose makeup was in the bathroom. Splint, the Alpha male.
And Vince had his doubts about Sparky's fidelity. During dinner, which Splint had served, Vince had felt a foot rubbing his crotch under the table, and sexy Sparky was grinning at him. It had been very distracting over the tater tots.
Now Sparky was sitting next to Vince on the couch, a little cuddly. She was rubbing his arm and kind of leaning with her tits almost falling out of the sundress.
"The reason all this is happening, Vince, is that Splint was a bad boy, and as punishment, I am exposing him as the pussy-wimp he as to his best buddy."
"Uh huh" Vince wasn't sure where all this was going. He was getting a little aroused against his will. It had been a while since he'd had some tail.
Though he kind of owed Splint. Splint had screwed Vince's last girlfriend, causing her to break up with him. Vince had gotten over it, but it was kind of funny that this weird shit was going down.
Should he let Sparky blow him?
Sparky was cute but not Vince's usual type. She was a bit of a heifer. But...
"Splint sneaked off and shot pool and lost a bit of money. I told him he wouldn't be allowed to touch me at all--" Here, Sparky rubbed her cleavage with her long nails--
"Until he humiliated himself in front of one of his friends. He said you could keep a secret, but Clyde knows about this. I imagine Clyde's quite a gossip."
Vince nodded shakily.
"You sure Splint likes you treating him this way?"
"Splint needs a lot of training. He's weak willed and given to bad habits. I've gotten him to cut down on his drinking, and quit smoking and drugging."
She paused. "And I also had problems with Splint because he was a premature ejaculator but I was able to desensitize his penis with a cane and this electric taser."
"An electric taser?"
"Yes, the Chinese use it to torture people. I ordered it out of the back of "Soldier of Fortune" magazine. Splint subscribes to that." she added, unnecessarily.
"Please don't tell him all this, Sparky" Splint's voice sounded strained over there in the corner.
Without interrupting her conversational patter, Sparky got up and took what appeared two be a two-by-four with a whittled handle from the floor and whacked Splint a number of times across the ass, and Splint screamed.
"Splint needs (WHACK!) to learn who (WHACK!) is in charge and (THWACK!) he's often (WHAP!) difficult, but we (TWACK!) have to hope (WHACK!) there will be improvement, (WHACK!) won't we?"
Finally, Sparky threw down the obscenely big paddle and came back to sit next to Vince.
"See, nice boys don't lose their paychecks in billiard games. They don't get in hock to the Italians, which happened last year as you know, and they don't go out and get drunk."
