Date: Fri, 27 Aug 2010 22:01:32 -0400 From: Jason Subject: Scot's Seduction Chapter 6 of 7 Scot's Seduction Part 6 of 7 By Jason Sterling Fifi stood next to the footstool awaiting orders for her supposed lack of proper working methods. Scot stood off to the side taking all this in and trying to suppress the big grim he sported. I had the cane in my hand and pointed to the stool with it. "Get your ass down there and point your dirty rump toward the ceiling, slut!" Fifi meekly did as she was told and bent down with her head on the carpet and her butt aimed in my direction. I asked Scot if he wanted to help me teach this pig a lesson in work ethics with corporal disclipine. He quickly nodded his head affirmatively. "Take off everything but your jockeys and straddle the bitch's back with your feet holding down her hands." Scot got into the right position and Fifi grunted when Scot's ass pressed down on the already breath restricting corset she was wearing. As soon as everybody was settled into the postures I had directed them to be in I let loose with the first swipe of the stinging cane across the meaty derriere of the prone supplicant on the footstool. An audible groan escaped the throat of Fifi. Several more strokes in rapid succession followed and the hairy, white buttocks was now crisscrossed with thin red welts. I laid a few more hard whacks on the fleshy part of her upper legs and each stroke caused Scot to buck, as if he were riding a wild horse in a rodeo. "Are you going to be more diligent in carrying out simple instructions in the future, you worthless piece of shit?" The just punished tramp forced a "Oui Monsieur" through clenched teeth and tried to wipe away tears forming at her eyes, but Scot's feet holding her hands down prevented this. "Just to make sure you'll learn from this lesson in what happens when you are so disobedient, I'm going to give you a fucking you won't forget." I dropped my drawers to my ankles and pushed my shorts down to my knees and knelt behind Fifi. I already had a tube of K-Y Jelly handy in one hand and a wrapped condom in the other. I tore the rubber open, rolled it on and squirted a large daub of lub on the brown, puckered anus hidden within the striped ass cheeks of my moaning victim. A few pumps of my rubber coated cock got me hard enough to press its tip against the awaiting manhole with both of my hands free to grab the bottom of the corset. With one hard thrust I sank my full length into the tight, resisting sphincter and waited for a reaction from the prone object of my attention. "Please, please stop. I've learned my lesson. I'll do my best the next time you give me a chance to make up for all of my mistakes in the past." As if ignoring the pleas for mercy I withdrew as far back as I could and still keep my cock within the stretched asshole of the bent over receiver of my thrusts and slammed again all the way to the hilt. A muffled cry exited the prone victim of my assault. A few more pumps brought me to climax and I rested, still buried in her chocolate chute, until I softened and plopped out of her with a gurgling sound. I peeled back the condom and tied the appropriate knot in the end. tossing it in a newly emptied wastebasket my maid had cleaned out earlier that evening. Addressing my visitor I said, "I don't think you've ever been a party to a gang-bang, have you cunt?" Fifi looked horrified. She turned her head and looked up at Scot who was still astride her back. All she did was to shake her head in a negative way. Scot was all smiles. He got up from his mount and said, "Do you want me to take sloppy seconds? I'd be happy to assist you with your punishment lesson. Just point me to another rubber and another squirt of that glop you used before." I hadn't even mentioned this to Scot beforehand, but he was more than ready to share in the humiliation ritual that was being played out on the floor of my living room. After giving him a little help in rolling on the fresh rubber and he had slipped out of his briefs completely, there he stood, at full attention, ready to stick it up the shit-chute of poor little Fifi who now had use of her hands again. "Do you want to give her a few strokes of the whip first before you sodomize her?" Scot took the cane in hand, and with all his might he cracked a few good ones on the quivering butt of the prone recipient before settling in place behind her and plunging into his quarry with full force. After stroking many times and not shooting off as he expected he would do, he momentarily stopped and said to me, "I never realized how much a rubber would keep me back from coming so quickly. Usually a few strokes of my hand on my cockhead and I'd spurt my spunk way up over my head. This feels so good sticking it to this asshole, I'm so glad I haven't shot already." Scot resumed a rhythmic but clearly enjoyable thrusting. Finally Scot's spine arched, he threw his head back and let out a loud groan as he got down to the short strokes of his orgasm. Then he collapsed onto the back of his first male sexual partner in apparent exhaustion. In a short while Scot got up, put on his briefs and plunked down on the couch. Fifi stayed in place and I went to a box in my room, returned with three Ping-Pong balls and pushed each one up the exposed asshole of the recently fucked French maid. I then told Fifi to get up and to get the 'fuck out of my apartment'. Scot looked at me with a quizzical expression on his face and watched Fifi get up and walk to the bathroom in an even more halting manner than she had done earlier that evening. Scot couldn't wait to ask me what the fuck the white balls up her butt were for. "Those balls up his ass while he is driving home are there to remind him about the fucking and the degradation he went through here tonight. Believe me, when he gets home and has a chance to shit them out of Fifi's cunt, he will be one raging 'hard-on' ready to fuck his own wife 'till she can't walk straight tomorrow morning. The balls are just big enough that when they're up in place he'll have to strain his ass muscles tight in order just hold them there. The fact that all that lubricant is up there too will add to the effect of not wanting to shit in ones own pants... expecially when you're talking about a suit that costs over a thousand bucks. I glossed over the fact that this all was primarily a way for my friend to shake loose of the petty frustrations and stresses that nearly drove him to resign from a six figure salary job that was driving him crazy, until we tried a few things that would help take his mind off of the problems. We even tried using a few high priced hookers at first, but my friend was too committed to his wife to go on with this solution. Our weekly ritual had evolved slowly over time to what it was now. I was fairly anxious to find out how this all effected Scot. So I suggested that we get to bed early because we did have some of our more open and honest exchanges when we were in bed together in the dark and did not have to look in the other's face when we spoke. End of Part 6