In which Katherine exerts more control helped by Robert
As he laid on the bed his stomach churned and his mind ran wild with jealousy evenly mixed with trepidation. He had received the severest caning of his life from Katherine, his wife of seven years, who was aided and abetted by Robert, her work colleague. As instructed John had left her with Robert in his flat. Robert had insisted that she remain with him for one hour as a precursor to the ultimate deprivation of 'giving her away for the night'. He was uneasy that she had remained with Robert. What would he do to her during this hour? She had deliberately worn the sexy expensive French lingerie he had previously bought specially for her. Why? She had goaded him into agreeing to show herself to Robert in it. He had reluctantly agreed providing she kept some semblance of modesty by not removing these last pieces of transparent clothing. As he massaged his hard cock he imagined her standing in front of Robert showing off her body in her see through bra and skimpy panties. This was new territory for them both. He wondered how it would turn out.
John had a deeply worrying feeling that Robert was intending to seduce his wife, Katherine, at some stage, but he didn't know when. Would it happen today while he had her alone? The thought excited him. He had no means of preventing it. He knew that she was in awe of him. Was it more than this? Was she aroused sufficiently by him to be unfaithful? He felt aggressive. He hoped that Robert would teach her a lesson and give her a good shafting. She needed it. His cock responded. He stroked it harder. "Oh God." He murmured to himself as he imagined his wife, Katherine, parading in her sexy bra and panties in front of him. Robert would be able to stretch out a hand and feel the silky material over her well formed breasts. Her nipples would definitely harden. The material was so transparent. Would she get wet between legs? Would it show? Yes, of course it would; Robert would know that she wanted him and needed fucking.
As he laid there naked he recalled the circumstances that had got him and Katherine to this point. He had agreed that his wife, as the principal earner, was the one who would make family decisions; that he would take a secondary role and become a house husband responsible for the cleanliness of the house; that they would have an inspection by Robert to determine how well he was managing the house. Finally, this culminated in a series of erotic corporal punishments where standards had been determined by Robert to be below that required. Katherine had participated and enjoyed in administering the punishment programme. He had already received the crop at home and, this morning, he had received the latest punishment of twenty four strokes of a severe cane that Robert had purchased especially for Katherine to use.
He was rubbing his hard cock as he reflected that he was now into another period of sexual abstention He knew that for the next two weeks he would be denied any sexual release under the terms that Robert and Katherine had set. Although he hated the thought of this he had to admit to being aroused by the build up of sexual tension that the abstinence always brought.
He awoke as the taxi drove away. He ran down the stairs to get to the front door just as she was letting herself in. He grabbed her in his arms, held her tight and kissed her passionately. She responded returning his kiss with ardour. He was naked. She laughed. He laughed. All was well with both of them. She had spent the last hour with Robert and he had no idea what they had got up to, but he was glad to have her back. They went into the sitting room with his arm around her waist. He turned to her taking careful note of how she looked. She was radiant. She noticed his cock starting to rise.
He held her hands and looked into her eyes. "God, I love you," he said as he kissed her softly and longingly on the lips.
He was still naked as he went into the kitchen to get a glass of champagne for each of them. As he turned away from her she noticed again the vivid scarring on his buttocks and thighs. She put her hand to her lips. "Oh, God," she exclaimed. He turned and smiled at her. She jumped up and held his back tightly. Running her hands gently over the welts she told him: "Oh my poor darling. I am so sorry." She kissed his neck as she gently rubbed his buttocks. His cock was responding.
Later John had put on a pair of boxer shorts and a t-shirt and they sat on the sofa, drinking their wine, holding hands and kissing gently. His cock was still partially erect under his boxers. He couldn't wait to hear the details of the time she had spent with Robert.
She started her story: "After you left I felt so sexy. The caning I had given you had affected me and I felt invigorated but incredibly randy. Robert got a couple of glasses of wine from the kitchen and we sat on the sofa discussing what had happened. I had been in awe of the punishment that you had taken. Deep down in my stomach I felt a desire to take pain myself. But I was too scared. After a couple of minutes he pulled me towards him and he kissed me. His hand went to my breast over my blouse as he kissed me again. He was quite firm with his hand pulling my nipples through the material of the blouse and bra. I told him that I was wearing the blue French lingerie set which he had admired when he had inspected our bedroom. He whispered that he would like to see my body complimenting the lingerie. We kissed again and I felt even more aroused. My nipples were solid and I could feel my vagina soaking my knickers."
"He told me to stand up. I told him that my husband had bought the bra and panties for a special occasion. But I explained to him that you had specifically said that I should display myself to him in them." John sighed deeply. She looked him in the eye as she felt his cock hardening through his boxers. "You did say that didn't you, darling?"
"Yes, I did Katherine," he whispered barely loud enough for her to hear.
"Good boy." She slapped his cock which sprang up to attention through the shorts. She continued: "He stood with me and he started to unbutton my blouse. Soon the blouse was on the floor and he was caressing my bosom through the bra. He stood back and admired my breasts as he handled them. He loved the bra and told me that you had good taste. Once again he pulled on the nipples until they both came out of the top of the bra."
"Oh, my God," cried John. "He played with your nipples?" He sounded indignant but Katherine noticed that his cock was not diminishing in size. She quietly continued her caress of it.
She continued: "They were standing out like stalks. He said that he wanted to see what I was wearing under my trousers. He was so forceful and persuasive. I undid the cord of my slacks and he gently eased them down over my hips until they dropped to the floor.
"Oh Katherine, no."
"Yes, darling," she continued. "He stood back and looked at me. He told me to turn around. He gave my bottom a gentle slap. I giggled. He much admired my bottom encased in the French knickers which you had bought for me. As you know there is not much material in the back with the high cut but he seemed to be over the moon with them. He touched me and his hand went up and down my bottom over the silk of the knickers. He turned me round again then raised his hand and slapped my bottom. I nearly came on the spot. I felt so naughty."
Katherine felt the twitch as John's cock jumped again. She paused as she extracted his penis from his shorts and continued to rub it. "Darling, you want to hear this don't you?"
"Oh, Katherine."
"It is exciting you, isn't it?" She gave his now naked member an extra squeeze.
"Yes, I need to hear it. Please carry on."
Her soft hand went up the length of his shaft. "But you mustn't come. Understand?"
"I won't. I promise."
She licked her lips, gave him a kiss, looked into his eyes and continued in a quiet whisper while caressing him: "I felt his hand between my legs. He started feeling my pussy. I was getting really turned on and couldn't resist moving to his touch. I knew that I was wet and I was worried what he would think when he touched me. I had to stop him. I told him that we should have a drink of our wine and cool down. He ignored my remark as he caressed my barely covered bottom. There I was standing in front of him in just my skimpy bra, out of which my nipples were sticking, and my glorious soft silk panties which gave scant cover to my pussy and which provided only a loose cover over the cheeks of my bottom."
John was on tender hooks. His cock was now fully rigid. "Take off your clothes so that I can see you as he saw you." He told her.
"No, wait. Let me finish." She continued to rub his penis. "He took my shoulders and gave me a gentle kiss. It was so romantic. He whispered so I could barely hear him that he wanted to beat me with the cane but this time without my skirt protecting me."
John gasped but said nothing. His cock jumped in Katherine's hand. She continued her tale: "I shivered and nearly lost my balance as suddenly my knees were so weak. I could barely breath. I knew that I wanted to feel the cane but did not have the courage to tell him."
"As you know I had taken two strokes from him previously but these had been over my skirt. Now I was nearly naked. Any strokes of the cane would be significantly more painful. But I remembered that you had been incredibly brave taking your punishment. I wanted to take some of that pain myself so that it would not only be you who suffered. He told me that he knew that I loved my husband and he knew that the periods of your sexual abstention to which we had agreed were also hard on me. He said that for every stroke I took he would delete a stroke which was to be given to you, and, in addition, there would be one less day of abstention."
Katherine continued: "We were both silent, he gently caressing my back. 'You want this don't you?' He held me tight. I whispered "Yes," in reply."
"My bottom tingled with desire but I shivered in fright at the thought."
"He took my hand and led me to the other room. We approached the steel whipping post and he pushed me down so I was bent over the leather strap just as you had been. As he bound my ankles and wrists to the poles he wanted to remove my panties, but I told him 'No.' I told him that you had said that I was to keep my underwear on. He did not want to frighten me further. But suddenly I was very frightened."
"Oh Katherine. I am about to come."
"No, John. You mustn't. I will stop stroking you." With that she removed her hand from his penis, placing it on his thigh.
