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She was a slender redhead dressed casually in a pullover navy blue blouse and jeans. Inquisitively, the tall handsome man looked at the attractive stranger. “There will be no more watching sporting events on TV without your wife’s permission.” “Why not?! “Oh John, you’re going to be a tough one I can tell.” This time it was the blonde who approached him. She took careful aim and slammed the wooden stick into his balls. The blonde returned to her spot next to the suspended man and the trainer began anew.
“Hi Marge, this is John,” Jeannie said sweetly as the lady of the house returned a wide smile and extended a hand toward them. “Really, what kinds of things has she told you about me? “Well first of all, she did tell me how handsome you are and that you like watching sports a lot.” “Doesn’t every red blooded male? The lady rolled her eyes, “it seems that way,” she said with a half sneer…”But! ” Jeannie nodded while pointing her eyes at her husband. “Won’t you two please follow me.” “Lead the way Jeannie replied. He looked at the straight back wooden chair placed there. He squirmed and bellowed, but his ball torture continued. “John, repeat back to me what I just said.” “I may not watch sporting events on TV without my wife’s permission.” “Right, I hope that’s perfectly clear.” “Yes Ma’am.” “Good, now…there will be no more going on the computer without your wife’s consent.” John’s aching balls reminded him not to protest.
” “The way you’re acting, I think you do…and according to your wife long overdue.” “My wife? ” “She says you need some training on how to be a better husband.” “That’s crap! ” “She did, that’s why you’re here.” “That fucking cunt! Your wife’s not a fucking cunt.” “What kind of shit did she tell you? The rest of her was covered in black leather which seemed to cling to her well developed body like a second skin. The ball-busting ladies then disappeared into the darkness. You are not to speak unless I ask you a question.” “But! ” “N–No ma’am,” he stammered…”Just that…” “Is she lying John? “Lie over the bench John, the long way.” He gazed at the wooden piece that resembled a sawhorse and approached it, draping himself over it as ordered. “I’m glad to see you’re beginning to follow orders John. He gasped when he felt the smooth implement on his buttocks. ” He replied in a voice that was far from the insolent one he had earlier.
One had long blonde hair that hung down over her bare shoulders. The two powerfully built females towered over him as he suffered. His right wrist was chained down to the anchored hook in the arm of the chair. …not another word John unless you want your balls busted again.” His silence spoke volumes. “Now John, according to your wife, you spend a lot of time watching sports. In addition, she says you spend a lot of time on the computer, talking in chat rooms. ” “She’s exaggerating…I don’t spend that much time on it.” “Are you calling your wife a liar John? “Now John, I want you to remove all your clothes.” He couldn’t believe his ears and he hesitated.“Come on John, strip,” The voice ordered, “or I’ll have the ladies forcibly strip you.” He imagined how embarrassing that would be, so he reached for his pull over shirt and drew it over his head. The big man remained silent, not wanting to piss these ladies off again. You will be punished for calling your wife a liar and a fucking cunt.” John’s ears burned and his eyes matched them when he saw the black amazon carry in what looked like a spanking bench.
Twenty minutes later Jeannie parked the car in front of a two–story abode in a middle class neighborhood. “Now John, we will begin your training in earnest.” “Is all this really necessary,” he complained. “Obedience John,” the voice from the darkness scolded him.
It wasn’t a place he’d ever been before and he turned his dark haired head toward her. ” “This is it, come on,” she said turned off the engine and opened the door on her side. For his trouble the black female faced him and grabbed a handful of his dangling balls. “Yes Ma’am,” he replied with relief when the lady finally released his balls.
However, to his surprise the two ladies shoved him in the room and quickly closed the door.
It was pitch black in the room and the startled man protested.
“Here we are,” she gushed as she stopped in front of a white wooden door to their right. “And you are strictly forbidden to go into any chat room without her knowledge.” He hung there in defeat.
I've had some really worthwhile chats there though, some exciting, some deep and quite interesting. There would be two problems though, and too much of either would make me stop using it.
Some of the useful features there: - registration of a unique username is required; - usernames have to be requested (motivated, by mail) from the moderator; - there is a shared chatroom, but most users go one-on-one for chats; - anyone (once registered) can invite you to chat, but it is really easy to ignore or ban a user for a particular session; - no logging (or persistence) of what is being said during a chat, which makes it a lot more 'private' and spontaneous than any forum or board... One would be the guys who absolutely flood us women for requests to fulfill their fantasies.
The second female was black who was dressed in the same manner and looked just as intimidating. ” The blonde who stood in front of him said calmly as she eyed him closely. The sting penetrated his being and John stiffened, but before he could relax, the sturdy instrument was brought down in a like manner. He began to sweat as the hard paddle was repeatedly smacked onto his ever reddening ass cheeks. “And are you sorry for calling your wife a ‘fucking cunt’? A few more meaningful smacks found their mark and left the once foul-mouthed man pleading for it to stop.
The smooth material showed off her bountiful breasts and accentuated her well rounded bottom and muscular thighs. ” “No ma’am.” “And you neglect your duties around the house, is that also right? Perhaps that ball busting did you some good.” Then John saw the tall blonde female pick up a wide shiny wooden paddle. It was then raised high in the air and brought down hard with a loud smack right in the middle of his upturned male bottom. But the spanking continued until John’s ass was beet red and he was nearly in tears.
” “Well John, it’s your word against hers and frankly I believe her.” “That’s not fair! ” Hooking his thumbs under the waistband he disconcertingly shoved them down until they laid in a pool at his feet.