Date: Sat, 01 Jul 2000 22:21:24 -0700 (PDT) From: Jess Moreau Subject: The Agreement (B&D/bisexuality) Harry paced the room and literally wrung his hands. He'd lost interest in work. He'd lost his appetite. Sleep? What was that. Women! The most giving creatures on the planet; his the most giving of all. And he was not happy. How could he tell her -- what if he broke her heart. But he had to risk it. He was being unfair to her he told himself. He was what he was and she was what she was and there was but slight damn chance that ever the twain would meet if things kept going the way they were. He had to try, and the worst of it was that he wasn't sure. After all of his hand wringing, after all of his mental anguish, after all of the confab with Royce, what if... He heard her car pull into the driveway. It was now or never. The back door was opening. He heard her footsteps as he always did this time of day. "Hi," was his singularly weak opening. ****** "Marla, can you get these papers processed before you go home," said Mad Maxine Cabrera the bank's vice president in charge of operations. She'd been dubbed Mad Max a long time before; something about being a hard-nosed theory-X manager type. She was a striking woman. Maybe five-foot nine inches tall, raven hair, voluptuous figure, pale olive complexion with not a hint of a wrinkle at her age forty-four. "Certainly, Max. Want `em in the outgoing when I'm done?" "No. I've got to look them over before we send them out. Big bucks, you know." "Isn't it always?" asked the slim petite redhead?" Marla Gilbert was delicate looking and gorgeous. She sported freckles that gave her a teenagerish look even at her age thirty-eight. Her A-cup breasts and her sculptured butt emphasized her youthful appearance. "Yes. Of course. Wouldn't be very fun if the bucks weren't big." Maxine turned and started to walk away when she heard her subordinate call her back. "Miss Cabrera..." Marla's voice trailed off. Maxine noticed, crossed her arms, and leaned back against the edge of the large oaken desk. "Yes Marla?" "Oh nothing," said the redhead suddenly uncomfortable and hoping that her superior would let it ride and go. "Marla, if it's personal, you can tell me to butt out and I will. If it's about the business, then get on with it. We have no secrets from each other, not us." She smiled as she said this last. Her pussy became stimulated by the mere thought of some of the times -- few and far between though they had been -- that the two of them had shared. "I don't know. Maybe it's something that were better left unsaid," said Marla looking undecided and slightly forlorn. "I see. Anything at all that I can do? I mean, like I said, there need not be any secrets between us." "I don't know. Oh, I guess. Harry and I are in kind of the doldrums these days." "By `doldrums' you mean in terms of sex." "Yes, that mainly, and money problems too, and it's all my fault. I don't know how to please him. I think he is bored and quietly angry with me." "You do." Maxine did a slow half pivot and paced a few steps off in front of the desk. She turned back to Marla, "No." "Huh?" "I said, no. He's not angry with you. He may be frustrated with the current state of things, but Harry Gilbert is too bright a fellow to be blaming the best thing that ever happened to him for the miniscule problems you two have." "Miniscule! How dare you..." "How dare I. Who bailed you out of debt last year and will again if necessary? Who made sure his company hired a balding septuagenarian for his secretary, so you wouldn't have to worry? Who rushed you to the hospital when you had that kidney stone problem three years ago." "Sorry. You're right. But our problems are not small to us. You gotta give me that." "Well, I'm sorry too I guess. Problems are always a matter of perception. Almost never a matter of fact. Want some advice?" "Oh yes." "Do something to shake him up sexually. Something completely off the wall. That'll fix him up." "Easy to say, but what?" asked Marla with knitted brows. "Is your problem with sex your problem or his problem?" "I probably should say it's both of ours. But, the truth is it is mostly him. The sex for me is pretty good." "If it's pretty good, it's terrible. Sex should always be sensational. When your man bends you over and pushes his thing up to the hilt; well, it should be the best, always the best." Marla blushed like an ingenue on her first cycle. " I do like it when he screws me. But, he is such a bastard sometimes, not caring what I want or what I need. He just fucks me and rolls over. But, it is heaven while he's in me; he's very thick you know." "Do you ever talk to him about your feelings and needs? Ever put the onus on him?" "Yes, sometimes. But he doesn't seem to hear me." "Do you whine about it." "I guess. I hate myself afterward for being so selfish, but I do have certain wants. I guess I'm not very patient. Maybe it is my problem too" "Yes, and you're entitled to them; I mean your wants and your problems. But, you shouldn't whine. Harry should tan your bottom for that. It's his duty as your husband to make sure you learn obedience and to do your duty. You understand that." "Yes, I understand. But, Harry is too wimpy to spank me even when I'm being bratty." "Then you have to train him." "Train him? We're talking about him spanking me aren't we?" "Yes. A woman, some women, sometimes needs to know her man will take her in hand. It gives her a feeling of security. Men think that we are the weaker sex. We aren't, but we are the submissive sex -- usually." "I guess so." "Oh it's true. Train that man of yours. Train him soon." "How?" "Tell him about us for starters." "What! You want me to get served with divorce papers! He'd never understand; he'd probably have you arrested and me committed, or try to." "He couldn't. We're consenting adults. What have we done? On rare occasions we've engaged in a `no strings' tryst. Gotta tell you, I'm beginning to get the urge right now, and that's a fact." "You mean you want to do me now?" Marla flushed. She felt the eyes of the taller woman boring holes in her sheath dress. `Absolutely. I want to spank you too. I think you'll look nice jerking and bouncing and squealing while you get the wrong end of my new hairbrush." Marla flushed redder than she had in recent memory. She could not resist the taller woman. She loved her dominant ways. It had been a fantasy that she had long nurtured privately, but that she had only been able to express since the day Maxine had finally had enough of her moping around and had taken her in hand -- literally. Marla had been shocked by the strength of the larger woman as her wrist had been grabbed and used to pull her along to the store room in the back of the office. There, as Maxine seated herself on a large packing crate, she had felt herself pulled across a pair of very shapely knees and spanked quite smartly. She'd cried crocodile tears for sometime after; but later, she had gone to Maxine and thanked her for the lesson she had been taught -- and she had thanked her on her knees. From that impromptu beginning, a relationship between the two disparate females had been born and had grown. Marla was now the unambiguous bottom to Maxine's top in their little B&D arrangement. Sex had entered into their little game at some point that neither of the two of them could now accurately recall. "Lift your dress," said Maxine, "I want to see your panties." Marla was composed now. She knew what Maxine would do next, so she just obeyed and lifted her dress. She was wearing dark green french cuts. Her slit was clearly visible where her legs came together at the base of her tummy. "Like the color?" she asked impishly. "My yes," said Maxine. "Come over here." Marla complied and dropped to her knees. She bent forward and kissed her mistress on her lower belly. "You may lift my skirt and do that Marla. I want you to kiss me down there." Marla lifted her boss' skirt and kissed her again just above her vulva. Maxine shuddered at the feel of Marla's lips on her body. "Now pull down my panties and kiss me again -- all over," commanded Maxine. Slowly, very slowly Marla pulled her boss' panties down to her ankles. She then kissed her again on the now exposed lower abdomen. Soon Marla was turning her head sideways to trace her friends slit with her tongue. She pried the other's two legs apart enough for her to gain access to her sex. She began licking her inner thighs, then her slit again, then her hole. She did everything she could to penetrate Maxine's pussy as much as she could with her tongue. Soon Maxine was shivering in the first throes of a violent climax. Maxine grabbed her paramours head and forced it to remain pressed against her sex. She ground her pussy into the face of the woman at her feet. Marla squatted back on her ankles now. She awaited her next duty. She did not wait long. "Strip naked for me Marla. I wan to see you, all of you." Marla stood and did an amateur striptease for her boss. Finally she stood naked, girlish tits jutting out in front of Maxine. Her time had come... ****** Marla gently stroked the red welts that crisscrossed her naked buttocks after her spanking. Maxine, having dressed, gazed in bemused fashion upon the naked splendor of her "bottom's" buttocks. She smiled with satisfaction that Marla, a gal so incredibly wantable, would have permitted herself to be dominated and controlled by her -- by anybody for that matter. But, subs were subs and dommes were dommes and no one could say with any definitude why one was one and another was -- well, no one completely understood anything about B&D. "What do you think, Marla, want me to talk to him?" asked Maxine helpfully. "I don't know, Maxine. Harry and I are kinda ordinary, at least when it comes to each other. Until -- well -- until you, I never dreamed of trying anything adventurous. I'm afraid Harry would go bonkers if I even suggested something like what you and I do to him." "Umm. Yes, I can understand your reserve. But, I am fairly experienced in such matters, and if you'll let me, I can manage it without any danger to your marriage or your sex life either. In fact, I can assure you that he will fuck you with a renewed enthusiasm that will simply blow your mind. Come on, want to give it a try?" "Well..." "At the risk of sounding trite, `Nothing ventured, nothing gained.'" "I guess not," said Marla without overwhelming conviction. "Good then it's a done deal. I'm gonna convince your husband to take you in hand, as you wish to be taken in hand, and to be the strong, dominant husband you need. Oh, and if I succeed," Maxine paused for effect, "you owe me one. Agreed?" "Yes. I guess so," agreed Marla. "Very, very good," said Maxine smiling like a possum. "Now come over her so I can put some salve on that sore posteriorflorifus for you." Marla knew the drill. She walked over to the desk Maxine was leaning against and bent over it, arching her butt high enough to make for easy access by her top. Maxine very gently stroked the other female's buttocks and began applying the white goo she always used to assuage her bottom's pain. And, also as usual, she pushed a finger deep into the bent-over girl's anus. Her ministrations had an ulterior motive; she would soon be plunging her strap on penis deep into the helpless girl's nether hole. Marla rested her head on her hands while she awaited what she knew would soon come. ****** Harry's boss was a handsome man. Royce Richter had been a college athlete and a summa at Columbia before becoming a general partner in Harry's company. The two had become friends and occasional drinking buddies. Harry didn't drink heavily, but when he was with Royce, his tongue tended to be looser than at other times. Royce had learned his secret soon after they'd met: Harry wanted to make a change in his life; he wanted to dump Marla. He wanted to dump her not because he didn't love her, but because he couldn't seem to satisfy her as he thought she deserved. Harry had whined and complained and blamed himself and had generally let it all hang out to his friend Royce. Royce had been amused then, but this was now. He was tired of his friends pussy-whipped whiny attitude. With a wife like Marla, he, Royce Richter would be happy as hell. But Harry was a wimp when it came to women -- a fatal flaw. Royce advised him now, to take the woman, and forget his pangs of guilt, real or imagined. "Listen Harry, fuck the woman. Fuck her early and often. They love it. She'll love it. And if she complains, fuck her again. Stick that guilty-assed pole of yours as far up her twat as you can and bang her till she figures out who's boss. And when you get tired of that, she's got two other holes that you should most definitely not neglect. She'll love you for it. I tell yuh, she'll love yuh for it. Get your ass in gear and stop bein' such a wimpy-assed high school bastard." "Criminy Royce, you really know how to hurt a guy." "Take charge Harry. You'll thank me if you do. So will she." ****** "Hi back at you," Marla said. She noticed his pale expressionless face. "What's the matter?" "Need to talk." He was nervous, obviously nervous. "Oh?" "Yes, I've been thinking..." "Hon, before you say, I've brought someone home with me." "Huh?" Harry had the look of a hound whose bone had been taken away. His eyes went immediately to the doorway where a tall, dark haired, confident looking woman stared back at him. "Oh," was all he could manage. "Did I interrupt you?" asked Maxine with a degree of formal concern in her voice. "Uh -- it can wait," said Harry. "Honey," said Marla, "this is Maxine. We work together. She's my boss." Maxine smiled at that. Boss, top, friend she was all of them, but she never thought of herself as Marla's boss, more as her mentor perhaps, but not her boss. "Nice to meet you Harry. Marla has told me a ton about you." Maxine smiled in a way that was mildly unsettling to Harry: This was a markedly different woman than his wife. He was most interested to know why Marla had brought her home; she'd never brought another co-worker home with her before. "Oh -- well -- very glad to meet you too," he said with appropriate surprise. "Harry, I have to go upstairs for a few minutes, will you please entertain Maxine in the meantime," it was not a question; Marla was halfway up the stairs before Harry could even respond. "Well, Maxine, it looks as if you're stuck with me for a little while. Won't you have a seat. Would you like a cup of coffee, anything?" For the first time Harry noticed the woman's attributes: especially her, what must have been, thirty-eight-D tits. She was taller than he was too; not threateningly tall, but imposing nonetheless. "Perhaps a little later, Harry. May I call you Harry?" "Yes, of course." Harry was uncomfortable in the company of such a voluptuous female. He determined not to act it, however. "So, you work with Marla." "Yes. We've been in the same department for quite a while." "You're the first co-worker of hers that I have met. We work totally adverse schedules." "Yes, she told me. We share a lot. You know, girl stuff." "Oh, I see." Harry didn't really see. Marla had never talked about Maxine. He wondered what "girl stuff" meant exactly. "Harry, can I tell you something." Harry nodded. "Marla loves you a lot. She talks about you incessantly." Harry squirmed, and Maxine noticed. "I hope I'm not making you feel uncomfortable, Harry," she said with genuine concern. "Uh, no. No, of course not. It's just that Marla and I don't talk much about our shop acquaintances. Don't know why really; it's just our way I guess." Maxine smiled. "Harry, I'm going to be straight with you: Marla asked if I would speak with you about something personal. But, if it's not all right, you can just tell me to butt out, and I'll understand." She paused and observed the paling of his countenance and the fidgeting of his short thick fingers. She decided to go on. "Harry, Marla is worried. She loves you, and she fears you are growing bored with her. I've had some experience with such things, and so she asked me to kind of run interference for her; that is, to explain a couple of things that she's afraid to." Harry was utterly flabbergasted. He wasn't angry or in any way incensed. He didn't know what he was. He felt -- at a loss; he just stared. "Yes?" "Yes. Well, I mean would it be okay with you if I go on?" asked Maxine smoothly. The man nodded. "Well then. Frankly Harry your wife would prefer it if you were a -- little more manly." "What!" Harry hissed the word. Now he was angry. How dare this interloper imply he wasn't "manly." "What are you talking about...?" "Please Harry. I know this is a shock. But, unless I miss my guess, you've had some of the same kinds of feelings too, only the reverse." Harry considered that. Considered what he had planned to tell, explain, ask Marla before Maxine had showed up. "Go on," he said sardonically. "Thanks Harry. Marla is all girl Harry. She wants to be treated as girls should be treated. In the classical sense if you like. She wants a man who can dominate the scene, not one who bows and scrapes. She doesn't want to be put on a pedestal and worshipped; she would rather be put over a knee and spanked." "What in hell!" "Harry..." "What in hell are you talking about. Does she know that you're telling all of this?" "I'm talking Harry about your taking charge and being the man you should be. Marla needs a protector and a strong hand. Guidance. Harry, she wants you to lead, not be led." Harry was at a loss. Here was a strange woman telling him the same things, to all intents and purposes, that Royce had told him. "Amazing. My best friend has told me the same thing, in almost the same words." Now it was Maxine's turn to be surprised. "Your friend told you what I'm telling you? Who's your friend, Harry?" "A fellow worker. His name is Royce Richter. Know him?" "Royce Richter?" Maxine flushed. "Yes, yes In know him. He used to be my husband." Harry was suddenly more than mildly interested in Maxine's words. "Your ex-husband?" he repeated evenly. "Married four years. Royce is a very dominant and pushy guy. We weren't compatible at all." Harry, forgetting his own problem, asked her why they had divorced. "Because, I'm a dominant personality too. For a marriage to work, one of the partners has to relinquish the decision making role; neither of us were capable of that, so we broke up; it's been a long time now." The two talked for another half hour. Neither took any notice that Marla had not returned. And neither was aware that Marla was just on the other side of the door jamb listening to every word. ****** Harry looked into his wife's semi-downcast eyes. The two of them had sat in pregnant silence since Maxine had departed twenty minutes before. He stared at her small girlish frame, her teeny tits. He suddenly found himself lusting after this female in a very delicious way. He'd thought he knew her. He now realized that he hadn't had a clue. His girl, his wife, was really a very docile creature indeed. How could he have not realized it? Three years of marriage and he hadn't had an inkling. He spoke. "Wanna talk? I mean we can't just sit her forever." Marla looked up at him. "Do you want me Harry? I mean really want me?" "Absolutely." He had a sense that he had never spoken words that were more completely true. "And I want you now more than I ever wanted you. In fact you are in great danger of being raped as you sit there." She smiled. "Promises promises." "I keep my promises in case you hadn't noticed." "Then don't break the thread." Harry stood and walked around the table. He took her by the arms and raised her slowly out of her chair. Harry wasn't a muscle man, but he was a good deal stronger than he appeared; often the case with wiry built men. He pulled her to him and kissed her with a surprising gentleness on her orange painted lips -- very gently; he'd get rougher, he thought to himself, but these first moments had to be sensual, not crude; their lives were about to change in none too subtle ways. He pushed her gently away. "Strip for me," he said in a husky voice. She stood for a moment with her eyes downcast, still, hands at her sides. She looked up at him and her hands came to her breast which she covered and pressed to herself very slowly. She began to unbutton her blouse; one button at a time. The light beige material of the filmy item of clothing began to part revealing a bra of the same color beneath. She tugged the blouse from the belt line of her dark brown miniskirt; she did not take the blouse off. She let it hang loose around her; her hands were again at her sides. She reached for the side of her skirt and undid the button at the top of the garment. She slid the zipper down slowly. For a moment she stopped, preventing the skirt from falling to the floor, then she let it go and it slithered down her thighs and calves to lay in a pool at her feet. He gazed at her panties and the dark secret it concealed at the base of her navel, at the place where her legs came together. He almost drooled with desire. Less than a half an hour earlier he had been in a near state of shock after having listened to Maxine; now, he hardly remembered her having been there. He'd remember later, and he and Marla would talk, but not now; now was a time on its own spectral plane, a plane totally divorced from any other sentient reality. A place with a population of but two. She let her blouse fall now too; it joined her skirt in the pile on the floor. She let her hands move slowly up and down her sides. She reached for the front of her bra and released her breasts from their confines; she ridded herself of the flimsy item and let her nipples poke out at her husband tauntingly as she deliberately thrust her chest in his direction; they were already hard and extended. Harry had resumed his seat; he'd had to, his knees were shaking. He didn't actually lick his lips, but his expression gave the impression that he had. His face felt puffy and warm; yet, no other sensation was noticeable by him. He was going to be very selfish with this girl's body very shortly. Marla slipped her thumbs inside the top lining of her panties and pushed them earthward. She stood naked now. Her hands at her side fiddled absently with the flesh of her upper thighs scratching, pinching it. Harry was speechless; there was nothing to say anyway; speech would have lent an artificiality to the moment that neither of them either needed or wanted; it was a moment for the neural senses only, and the mind. That was it, he thought, there was purity in things of the mind; his only concern was that he might be losing his. Her perfume assaulted his senses. Women were basically cruel; they did all in their power to seduce men, and perfume, the right perfume, was chemical warfare at its most seductive. Marla did lick her lips; she was all sensate, all woman, and very dangerous. He would make her pay now; he would take her very roughly; he would most definitely enjoy that, and so would she. Hadn't Royce said so? Hadn't her friend Maxine said as much as well? Gawd, how he had wasted three years; unforgivable! She was very close. Her breasts, her nipples were level with his face as he sat eyes hardly blinking. He reached out and touched her little mounds. So small. So little-girlish. Thirty-eight years old and looked fourteen. He pulled her to him and sucked her left titty into his mouth. He had in mind to suck it raw. He squeezed her right mound and kneaded it playing with the nipple as he did so. Marla felt the familiar connection of her breasts with her cunny as he savaged her chest. He was playing rough and she didn't care. She felt him drop his left hand from her breast and cup her buttocks. He insinuated his fingers into the cleft between them. On finger, she wasn't sure which, began the invasion of her anus: it only hurt a little. She pushed back slightly helping him to enter her canal more deeply; she wanted to surrender. He switched his mouth to the other tit and continued his suckling. Gawd, how she wanted to be fucked. "Turn around and bend over," he said. She obeyed. "Spread your legs a little." again she obeyed his command. He spread her cleft and gazed at her secret places. He kissed her nether hole and began to lick it. She had braced her hands along the sides of her thighs while he did his thing to her rear door. he'd never done that before. Suddenly she was worried. Would he...? Her worry was unnecessary; he moved his tongue to her pussy preparing it for his cock. "Come with me." He pulled her along to the couch. "Kneel up on it and bend over." She gladly did so pushing her butt out toward its fate. She felt the tip of his engorged penis probing her slit. He was nearly in her. She was tight in spite of his slavering all over her crotch. She felt him lodge the head of his rod securly inside of her. It was the moment that all women knew that they were had, that there was no escaping the bullish male's control, the moment when submission to their master's will was total. She submitted to his cock more willingly than she ever had. He started to push home his cock without withdrawing it at all. Finally he was totally inside of her. He rotated it a little and then began screwing her slowly, then increasing speed, finally ramming her again and again. He had to hold her hips to keep from thrusting her forward and over the back of the couch. She began bucking as she neared a climax; he was not far behind. Their one-two orgasm was a thunderclap of sweat endowed lust. Harry was conscious of the fact that he was only half soft and still sexually ravenous. He wanted to go again. He pulled her back and kissed her, then pushed her down to her knees. "Suck," was all he could manage to say. Half spent, she did as she was told licking and sucking her man into another raging hardon; she smiled to herself; he had never taken her twice in a row. Gawd, how she loved the new Harry. After several minutes of her sucking he pushed her all the way to the floor and spread her wide to take her again. He lay on top of her looking into her sweat stained face. He rammed his cock home again and again. It took longer the second time around. Finally he exploded inside of her again. He rolled off and pulled her on top of him. He liked the feel of her nipples pressing into his chest. He liked the feel of her furry mound, scratchy against his soft lower belly. He determined to take her again later that evening, after he had taught her a lesson; if he could only get the courage up to dare. According to Maxine; she had certainly wanted one. He would have to tell Royce how absolutely right he had been. If he could only get up the courage. Gawd! what a weakling he was, had been...still was. Damn, he'd never get the courage up; he knew it; Marla knew; it seemed like everybody knew it. ***** The phone rang on Royce Richter's desk just as he was leaving the office. He was surprised to hear the throaty voice of his ex-wife. "Maxine... I'm surprised... No, surprised to hear your voice... What, may I ask, can I do for you?... Really...You know his wife?... Isn't' t that a coincidence... Sure.... Okay... Fifteen minutes," he said this last looking at his watch mentally calculating his chances of reaching the designated bistro in time in the afternoon traffic. He hung up; she hadn't even said goodbye. ****** "I can't believe it, you know. I mean that you are her friend, and I am his." "Yes, I know. Me too." "You look good girl. I mean real good." His eyes ravaged her. Maxine blushed inwardly. She had worked hard to get him to say that. It had cost her half the morning to get ready for this meeting. When Marla had not shown up for work that morning -- understandable she knew -- she had actually become jealous of her. She had decided to take a shot at her ex. And here she was, they were, and he had said the right thing. It might turn out to be a good day. "What do you think?" she asked coyly. "Think?" "Yes, about the two of them. Think they'll make it?" "Hell, I don't know. Maybe. If she can learn to submit, as a woman should, and if he can learn to be a man instead of the wimpy-assed, pussywhipped, whiner he's always been. It'll be tough; you and I know about that." "Yes. You're right." "I like your dress; yellow always did look good on you. You wanna fuck?" The crassness of his opener was so -- him. He'd always been on the profane side. The kicker was that it turned her on in some weird-assed way. "Sure." She heard herself say, and she wasn't even sure whether she was joking or not. Royce didn't hesitate; he evidently wasn't joking. He rose from the table; threw a bill on it, and took her by the arm. "My office is closest." She let herself be led out to his Jaguar. He opened the door for her and saw her seated before he skipped back to his side, jumped in, got the engine to roar to life, and pulled out into traffic. Neither said a word. Royce because he didn't want to break the mood, and Maxine because she was overwhelmed by the suddenness of the whole thing. Pulling into the garage, he escorted his still uneasy ex-wife to the elevator and up to the ninth floor and his office. He pulled her into his office and without any ceremony began to strip her of her clothes. She stood stock still while he peeled off her dress, her bra, and her panties. he pulled her to him and kissed her madly. She let him have his way; it was part of her decision, a decision reached after seemingly endless soul searching. She dropped to her knees and undid his belt. "Give me the belt," he said softly, meaningfully. She understood him. He also understood her; she had given in. After years of problems and finally a divorce; she had decided to surrender. She knew she was going to be punished, and it humiliated her, but she had made up her mind to take her medicine and let him master her; she had few misgivings. She did fear the sting, and it would sting; she was going to dance a pretty dance on her toes that was for sure. She pulled his shorts down and was met by his waving nine inch pole. Oh, it was going to feel good to be skewered by him. She prayed he would make it last and not cum too swiftly. But Royce had always had staying power, she remembered; he'd fuck her good and proper; she was sure of that. She took hold of it's almost unreal thickness and licked the precum from it's tip. She did her best to suck it in to her mouth; it stretched her jaws to the max. She let he tongue rub at the bottom of the shaft as she slurped and push-pulled the monstrous tool in and out of her mouth. "Oh, yeah, like that," he breathed aloud as she sucked on him. Pulling it out, she looked up at him with knitted brows; it was a question, and he understood. "No, not till after; but I am going to spank you." "I know." Her surrender was complete now that she had voiced it. At least he wasn't going to punish her until after he had had her; she was going to be allowed to enjoy her screwing. He grabbed her by her long hair and made her turn around. Naked and ready she bent over the table as he pressed his hand into the center of her back encouraging her. She felt the tip of his penis press against her soft place. He pushed and entered her easily. He began to screw her slowly. He picked up the tempo after a few minutes and hammered her furiously as he neared a climax. Maxine too was near to climaxing just as he exploded into her bringing her with him. He fell forward onto her back as though he had run a marathon; in a sense he had: his wife was back and she was such an incredible screw. "I have an idea," he said. "Oh?" "Yes. I am not going to spank you now. I am going to make an example of you." Her look was one of supreme askance. "Yes, an example to Marla and Harry. Harry, to see what a man should be to a wife; and Marla, to see how a woman should submit and and accept discipline when required." Royce had the look of a knight on a mission. Maxine noticed it, the look, but thought it overly dramatic and a tad silly. It was all just sex after all. Yet, oh so wonderful when it was right. It had been right tonight, she thought. ****** Marla opened the door, surprised to see Royce and Maxine together. Her look proclaimed her surprise. "May we come in?" asked Royce amused at Marla's evident state of confusion. "Uh -- why yes -- come in -- I mean do come in, please." "Thank you," said Maxine quietly. Too quietly, thought Marla. "So, what have you two been up to," asked Royce of the pair as Harry came into the room wiping his face with a small peach colored hand towel. "Well, Royce, nice to see you," said Harry with a mixture of genuine surprise and satisfaction. Maxine was looking down at the floor. Marla continued to wonder at her boss' strange, for her, behavior. "Harry, Maxine and I have been talking. We were not aware that each of us knew each of you until tonight. Once we discovered it, we determined to come over and have a little head to head with you folks." "Oh," said Marla. "Yes," continued Royce confidently. Maxine and I are going to be married again." This time it was Harry who said, "Oh." "Yes, and actually we have you two to thank. Maxine has finally decided to be the woman of the house and to let me be the man. I know that sounds strange, but it comes from our having talked to you two, albeit separately, about the things that were bothering you. We have decided that Maxine will receive her first spanking from me tonight and that the two of you will be witnesses if you are willing and so inclined." Royce stopped. The silence was deafening. Marla broke it. "Yes, we agree. Don't we Harry. A girl's first spanking should be witnessed, I think," she said. Harry, not trusting his voice, just nodded assent. "Good," said Royce. His eyes roamed the room for a suitable station. For the first time Harry noticed the large bag that Maxine had brought in with her. His thinking was interrupted by Royce. "We can use that table if it's all right with you," he said eyes flitting between Marla and Harry. "Yes, of course," said Marla with the hint of a smile playing about her mouth. "Stand in the middle of the room Maxine and strip," her soon to be wedded husband commanded her. She stood without a sound, marched to the center of the room and began unbuttoning her blouse. Her skirt, bra, and panties were next. Finally she was naked, her large breasts commanding attention. The crotch of Harry's pants was bulging; a fact that did not go unnoticed by his wife. "Now Maxine go to the table and bend over it." Once more she obeyed without a word. "Harry, there are some strips of rope in that bag, please fetch them and fasten Maxine's ankles to the legs of that table." Royce smiled at the anticipation fully evident in the look of his friend. Harry, thrilled by the proximity of the naked female's butt to his face, did as he was told and soon had Maxine's ankles firmly tied to the table legs. Maxine was spread wide and her most secret places were available to the other three in the room. She, her torso flat on the table top, awaited her punishment. "Wait a minute, Royce," said Harry in a calm voice. "Marla, you go to the center of the room and strip too. Since Maxine is going to get her first spanking tonight, so are you." Marla was not prepared for this, and her face showed it. "But..." "No buts," said Harry firmly. He had decided to take his chances. There would never be an opportunity like this one again. Marla obeyed. Moving to the center of the room as directed, she pushed her jeans down as they all eyed her. Maxine, her legs bound could see everything since she had been bound to the far side of the table and her face was turned in such a way as to have a full view of the room.. Marla was naked now, her tiny tits and gorgeous behind there for all to see. "Royce, would you do the honors." Royce took more lengths of rope from the bag and led Marla to the opposite end of the table from Maxine. There he proceeded to bind Marla's ankles to the table legs as Harry had Maxine's; and like Harry with Maxine, he was almost overcome by the closeness of Marla's buns to his face. Now their hands behind their backs," said Royce. "I'm scared," whispered Marla to her friend, faces only inches away from each other, as the two men bound their hands tightly behind their backs. "Yes, me too," answered her friend in an equally quiet whisper. "We're going to get it I'm afraid. Just let it flow. We will just take our spankings and then they'll fuck us. It'll be heavenly." Marla tingled all over in anticipation. Maxine shivered, as she saw each of the men take the belts from their pants. and approach. She saw Royce say something on the sly to Harry. Harry nodded. The men proceeded to stand behind their women. Each of the women saw the other's mate raise their arms high in the air and strike downward with their belts. Maxine's cry was deafening," aiaiaiyiyiyiyi.... Marla on the other side of the table lost her breath with the first sting of the belt crashing on her naked buns. She wiggled and jerked spasmodically finally screaming, "n-noooo..." Both women danced on their bound toes. Both tried to rise but were firmly held in place by their husbands' strong hands. The sting, the jerking, the shock of the belts' force all was torment for the two women. Finally it was over. "Let's fuck them the way they are," said Harry, for the first time in his life not acting like a wimp. "Let's," said Royce in agreement. Marla was still gasping for breath as she felt her husband's penis invading her pussy. Maxine was crying like a baby as Royce's cock jammed itself in to the hilt skewering her. Each of the women watched as her friend got royally fucked. Soon the girls were pushing back against the onslaught to their pussies. Their submission total, their men were doing their level best to hold out from cumming as long as they possibly could; the girls deserved that much. ****** Later, the two men, seated on the couch, were watching their women as they alternately purred or sucked their cocks or licked their ball sacks while trying to get them excited enough for an encore. It would be a tableau that would be repeated in one form or another in the future. It had been a auspicious beginning for both couples. The punishment had been fierce, but it had been worth it.