Cuckold Summer, page 17
“Hey Little Guy,” she said to me Tuesday evening when she came home. “How’s my little cuckold?”
It made me putty in her hands.
“That makes your little penis all hard in its cage, doesn’t it?” she asked me.
“You know it does,” I said. “Yeah.”
“Want to show me?”
She dragged me into the bedroom and I soon found myself with my tongue in her ass.
On Thursday, we met for dinner after work at a little Italian place in the neighborhood. There was a big black guy sitting with a great-looking blonde at a nearby table.
Anne leaned toward me, wrapped her ankle around mine and whispered in my ear.
“Look at the size of that guy’s shoes,” she said.
She actually waited until I did and agreed with her that they were huge.
“What do you think?” she said, her lips grazing my ear. “Size 14?”
I agreed that sounded about right.
“Do guys like that ever have small cocks?” she said. “You must know. From locker rooms.”
“I don’t think so,” I said. “I think a guy like that would have to have a big one.”
“I bet it’s huge,” she said, and held her hands in front of her, like someone showing the size of a fish they caught.
She sat back and smiled at me.
“Maybe I should get you to go ask him,” she said. “Tell him your wife was curious. Then when he looks over I’ll give him a little wave. What do you think?”
She unbuttoned two buttons on her blouse as she spoke, smiling at me coquettishly.
I blushed and said I didn’t know if I had it in me to do it.
“You would do it, though, if I insisted?” she asked.
I thought about it, full of cuck angst.
“I don’t know if his companion would like that,” I said. “But I guess I would. Yes.”
She leaned forward and gave me a lovely kiss.
“That was the right answer,” she said.
She took a sip of wine and stared at me and starting laughing.
“What?” I said. “What?”
She smiled fondly and took my hand.
“I’m starting to figure out how to push all your buttons, aren’t I?” she said.
“You are,” I said. “It’s almost scary.”
She reached one beautiful finger to my lips and I kissed it.
“You are lucky,” she said.
“I know,” I said.
Colonel James’ house was on a quiet one-lane road across from a park of pine woods, and the lane had a big steel gate, with cameras and a button that you pushed when you pulled up to it.
“May I help you?” said an American male voice when we pushed the button.
“Simon and Anne Peterson for Colonel James,” I said.
“Thank you,” said the voice, and the gate opened and we drove through the pine woods for 100 metres or so before we got to the parking lot in front of the house, which looked like an expensive science fiction prison.
On one side, there was a big concrete wall, set with local fieldstone, on the other there was a wall of seasoned pine shingles. In the middle, around the oak door there was a wall of glass bricks.
A Japanese man in jeans, a grey sweater and spectacles was standing in the doorway, smiling.
“Toshiro?” said Anne, getting out of the car.
“Anne?” he said.
She walked over and hugged him tight for a long time.
“It’s so great to meet you,” she said, hanging onto him. “I feel like I already know you. I’m sorry. That’s silly, but I do.”
I walked up and stretched out my hand.
“Nice to meet you, Toshiro,” I said.
“Nice to meet you, Simon,” he said.
He nodded his head. “Come on inside.”
The house was stunning, with a huge living room in the front, with an amazing sculptural wooden staircase leading upstairs. There was a huge fireplace on one wall, and big interesting paintings on the walls, mostly still lifes but also some kitschy Mexican nudes. A hallway leading off to one end seemed to have swords and guns hanging from it.
“Pretty cool, isn’t it?” said Toshiro, pausing to let us look around.
“Wow,” said Anne.
We gaped for a minute then followed him down through the house to a patio behind it, where there was a pool, surrounded by a grassy lawn and a handful of Greek-looking marble statues. Between the pool and the trees beyond, there was a circular fountain. The runoff trickled into the pool.
Colonel James and Mariko were sitting at a table next to the fountain, on the other side of the pool. They stood up when we came out through the sliding doors and walked around the pool.
“So glad to see you two,” he said, and shook my hand. Mariko and Anne embraced warmly.
Colonel James stood and held out his hand to Anne.
Anne turned and stepped toward him. She shyly pushed her hair out of her face.
“Well, isn’t it nice to see you,” he said, and took her into his arms. She kind of melted into his arms and he gave her a long kiss. He rested his hand proprietorially on her ass, and I felt a familiar burn.
Mariko came over and gave me a nice hug.
There were glasses and bottles of Pinot Noir. Without waiting to be asked, I started pouring them for everybody.
“Handy to have a wine expert around,” said Colonel James. “I have to get you to help me with my cellar.”
“I’d be glad to,” I said, pouring a splash for him to taste. He nodded his approval and I filled the other glasses.
We sat down, with him at the head, Mariko and Anne sitting on either side of him and Toshiro and I at the end of the table.
“So how are you two doing?” he said, looking back and forth and Anne and I. “No regrets?
“No,” said both Anne and I, as one.
“None at all,” I said.
“Mariko tells me that Celeste checked in on you, tried out the crop,” he said, looking at me. “Said Anne got the hang of it.”
“I did,” said Anne. “I kind of got to like it.”
“How about you, Simon?” he asked me.
“Um, I don’t know if I would say that I like it,” I said. “But I think it serves a purpose.”
“Interesting,” he said. “What purpose does it serve?”
“What Mariko said last week, Colonel James,” I said. “It pierces my pride, pops it like a balloon, makes me more readily submissive.” I paused. “Which is what I seem to want.” I smiled, ruefully. “For some reason.”
“Interesting,” he said. He turned to Toshiro. “Is that the way you feel, Toshiro?”
“Well I think at first,” he said. “I don’t really have any problem being submissive now though. I think I’m pretty well trained.”
He held his hands out with the palms up, a gesture of surrender.
“Now I would say I like it because Mariko likes to do it. That’s really all I need.”
Colonel James smiled. He turned back to me.
“Celeste went over the rules with you, did she?”
“Yes, Colonel,” I said. “What rules I know. She said there are more.”
“And what did you tell her you understood the rules to be?”
“Well, I understood that I am not to, um, kiss Anne’s, um, vagina without her invitation, but I am welcome to kiss her ass,” I said. I felt myself blushing but knew it was important to spit it out.
“She suggested that the rule actually extended to touching it as well,” I said. “And she and Anne thought we should go with that.”
“And what do you think about that?” he said.
“Celeste said: Her pussy. Her rules. So I’m not sure that what I think matters.”
He nodded at me, impressed, then turned to Anne.
“Did he try to lick you or touch you there?” he said.
“Um, not really,” she said.
She was smiling mischievously. She glanced over with me and gave me a little smile and an apologetic shrug.
“That sounds like yes,” he said. “Tell me.”
She lowered her eyes, licked her lips. Her hand went to her hair.
“I don’t want to get Simon into trouble, but right after Celeste visited, he was pretty worked up. So was I. I think it might have been the crop.”
“And what happened?” said James.
“Well, we went into the bedroom and were fooling around. He sort of tried to lick me there, but I kept my hand covering it. I was kind of surprised because we had just gone over the rules with Celeste.”
“And what happened?” he said.
“I rolled over and he, um, kissed me, um, behind, while I touched myself,” she said. “And then I came really hard.”
She giggled and everyone joined in.
James turned to me.
“Is that accurate, Simon?”
I paused, then nodded.
“I can’t hear you,” he said.
I cleared my throat.
“It is, sir,” I said.
He nodded at me decisively.
“Simon, inside, in the hallway off the living room where there’s a bunch of old swords and stuff on the wall, there’s a riding crop on some pegs,” he said. “Run and get it.”
“Uh oh,” I thought with a sudden feeling of unease mixed, I suppose, with excitement.
I ran in, found the crop, grabbed it and ran back.
They all watched me trot over with it. They were all smiling and drinking wine.
“Give it to Anne,” said James, casually.
I passed it to her, trying to look calm and collected.
“Well, thank you, Simon,” she said. She flexed in between her hands like an old pro and then made a practice swing. Whoosh!
I think I was smirking.
“Simon,” said Mariko. “Step over here.”
She pointed to a spot on the grass, in front of James. I did as I was told.
“Good,” she said, once I was in place. “Now pull your pants down to your ankles. All the way down.”
I quickly did as I was told and stood up again. I blushed and felt ridiculous, as always, to have my little cage on display. Without being asked, I spread my legs and clasped my hands together behind my neck.
Everybody was quiet for a moment, just looking at me. I stopped smirking and thought about the situation.
“I’m sorry, Colonel James,” I said. “I shouldn’t have done it.”
I turned to Anne. “I’m sorry, Anne. I won’t do it again.”
“I don’t believe you will, Simon,” said James. “But we’d better give you a bit of the crop. What do you think?”
I thought for a moment.
“If you think it would be appropriate, sir,” I said.
“I do,” he said. “What do you think, Anne?”
She swished the crop through the air.
“I think so,” she said.
She had a mysterious little smile.
“How many do you think, Mariko?” he said.
“I think I gave Toshiro a dozen when he tried that,” she said. “But it was a while ago, and I can’t be sure.”
“It was a dozen,” said Toshiro. “I remember.”
They laughed.
Anne was looking down at the crop in her hand, biting her lip.
“Well, I guess it’s up to me,” she said, standing up.
“I have confidence in you, Anne,” said Colonel James.
He stood up and took her chin in his hand.
“We all do.”
He kissed her and then smacked her, hard on the ass.
“Ouch!” she said, and jokingly brandished the crop at him.
She waggled it menacingly at me.
“I’m going to take it out on you,” she said.
I couldn’t help but smile.
“Simon, see that wooden fence right there?” said Mariko.
There was a fence of varnished logs on the other side of the table, at the edge of the trees.
“Yes,” I said.
“Go over there, to the middle, and bend over it and grab your ankles.”
I started to bend to pull up my trousers.
“Hey!” said Mariko.
She wanted me to leave them down, so I waddled over, feeling quite silly to be moving so slowly, my little cage jiggling in front of me.
I finally got there, bent over and grasped my ankles. It was at the perfect height. From my upside down perspective, I could see everyone standing there looking at me, which was disconcerting.
“How do you like the view?” asked Toshiro.
“He’s been where you are once or twice,” said Mariko.
“Nine times,” he said with a rueful laugh. “Exactly nine times.”
They laughed.
Anne stood behind me. She swung the crop through the air.
“It’s just like tennis, Anne,” said James. “Just like a sidearm serve.”
She smiled at him.
“I can do that,” she said, and took a few practice swings.
The blood was rushed to my head, making me feel uncomfortable.
Mariko came over to supervise.
She kicked my legs a bit farther apart and made sure I was gripping my ankles securely.
“Don’t let go of your ankles,” she said.
She moved Anne to a better spot, and guided her arm for a practice swing that landed gently on my bum.
“That one doesn’t count,” she said.
The first swat hurt a surprising amount. I cried out in surprise at how hard it was, harder than any of the swats I’d received to date.
“You’re supposed to count them, Simon,” said Mariko.
“Sorry,” I said. “One.”
Thwack. “Two.”
I was biting my lip and tensing myself after that. She was hitting me really hard. After each swat, there was a fresh stinging welt on my bum.
“You’re doing really well,” said Mariko to Anne. “I think that’s just right. Not too soft. Not too hard.”
By six I was wiggling involuntarily with unpleasant anticipation and huffing and puffing between blows. The fact that I could watch her wind up for them made it better, and worse. She looked gorgeous, with her hair flying as she swatted me, a look of athletic concentration on her beautiful face, just as when she played tennis. The others were standing behind watching, smiling, enjoying the show.
Mariko stepped forward after the sixth one and had a look at my bum.
“If you hit twice in the same spot, it’s worse,” she said to Anne. “So you might want to spread them around a bit. But be careful not to hit his little balls.”
Anne leaned forward and tapped my balls with the crop.
“I’ll try to avoid that,” she said. “That would really hurt.”
“It does,” said Toshiro. “Believe me. Try not to do that.”
“It was a mistake, Toshiro,” Mariko said, and giggled. “I’ve told you I’m sorry.”
Then came the seventh blow and I was finding it harder to stay in place, wriggling involuntarily, tensing myself ineffectually against the pain, inhaling and exhaling loudly.
It was getting worse, because she was hitting welts she had already made. I found it really hard not to let go of my ankles and rub my bum.
I was hugely relieved when she delivered the final one, which seemed especially hard.
“Twelve,” I said. “Wow. That was really hard. Wow.”
I stood up and frantically reached for my ass.
Mariko was suddenly there with her hand on my back, pushing me back down.
“Not so fast,” she said. “I didn’t tell you to stand up.”
“Sorry, Mariko,” I said.
“And you didn’t thank Anne,” she said.
“Oh gosh,” I said. “I’m sorry. Thank you, Anne.”
“You’re welcome,” said Anne, looking down at me. She made a face. “I kind of liked doing it.”
“I think you have to give him another one,” said Mariko. “Because he forgot to thank you. That’s my rule with Toshiro.”
“It’s a good rule,” said James.
“OK,” said Anne. “No problem.”
She leaned down.
“Are you ready?”
I was shocked to feel tears come to my eyes. I was red-faced, breathing heavily and suddenly crying.
“Oh, baby,” she said, when she saw the tears. She crouched down and I looked at her upside down face, which was frowning with concern. “Are you OK?”
“I’m fine,” I said, trying and failing to stop blubbering. “It’s silly. Go ahead. It’s just one.”
“I’ll be quick,” she said. And she jumped up and went back to her spot, took one practice swing and thwacked me again.
“Thirteen,” I said, sobbing. “Thank you, Anne.”
She and Mariko helped pull me up. I felt ridiculous but it took me a minute to stop blubbering.
“I’m sorry,” I said, wiping my nose. “It just felt like it was never going to stop and then I thought it was over.”
Anne embraced me and held me tight.
“Are you OK?” she whispered. “Is this too much? Do you want a break? You remember your safe word, right?”
I shook my head and whispered back. “No. It’s great. It’s terrible but great.”
Mariko interrupted our embrace by swatting me on the ass again, not very hard, but my ass was so tender that it made me start.
She had me shuffle back over to the table.
James sat down in his chair again. He pulled Anne into his lap and whispered in her ear. She curled herself around him with pleasure. Mariko and Toshiro sat down.
I stood in front of them, red-faced with my cheeks wet from tears, and snot on my upper lip. I rubbed my bum with my hands, trying to relieve the sting. My pants were still around my ankles. I was humiliated but not, for once, not aroused by it. I felt surprisingly emotional.
“Now,” said Mariko. “Do you know why you got spanked?”
“I do, Mariko,” I said. “I got 12 because I tried to lick Anne when I knew it was against the rules, and one because I didn’t thank her for the first 12. Thank you. And I want to apologize again and tell you that I won’t make either mistake again.”
“Tell me,” said Colonel James. “What do you think of Anne’s work there on your bum?”
“I was impressed, sir,” I said. “I think she did a very good job.”
