A very pretty girl stands in the middle of the drab village hall. If anything, the dullness of the setting makes her beauty stand out in even starker relief. Her clothing is neither highly suggestive nor dowdy. It is appropriate, though to what occasion is unclear. One thing is certain: she is not happy. She looks anxious, scared even. Closer attention reveals a very shapely figure, the product of careful diet and hours spent at the gym. That indeed is what has got her into this predicament. Not the gym per se but one of its employees, her personal trainer, Brad, paid for like most things in her life, including the smart clothing she is wearing, by her husband. For, she is the twenty-five year old trophy wife of a successful local businessman.
She justified her little fling by the fact that the long hours her husband spent working meant that she did not get the attention that the felt she deserved. It wasn’t as if it meant anything. She knew that she was just one of many for Brad, a perk of his job as it were. As long as her husband didn’t know, she was fine. Her husband still didn’t know but someone else did. About a week ago she had received a phone call from the President of the Bridley Residents Association. The man was polite but he made it very clear that her little dalliance had been discovered. Apparently the manager of the gym keeps security cameras in the locker rooms to prevent thefts and vandalism. The President explained that he would like her to come down to the village hall for a little bit of a chat “to see if things couldn’t be sorted out”. She was perfectly free to say no of course but then he really would have no alternative than to pass the video on to her husband. He also added that several copies had been made and that while he would do his best, there was no guarantee of them not falling into the wrong hands. So it really would be best, all things considered, if she were able to pop down and have a little chat with some of the concerned local residents.
That was how Caroline found herself in the very wrong hands of the Bridley Residents Association or the special disciplinary sub-committee to be more precise. The sub-committee was devoted to maintain the highest moral standards through whatever means necessary and took a dim view of young wives who played fast and loose with their marital vows. This evening the sub-committee comprised four members: The President Archie, Stan, the membership secretary, Brian one of the newest members and James Ritman a stickler for proper procedure.
Caroline had heard rumours about the Association and so she was understandably nervous as she drove up to the building. The glass of wine hadn’t really done much to steady her nerves and she wished she could have got away with another one but that would have put her over the limit for driving. Apart from anything else, the fact that her liaison with the young meathead had been discovered was deeply embarrassing to a young woman who liked to portray herself as the image of propriety.
She checked her make up in the wing mirror, got out and smoothed her skirt down and then walked slowly down the gravel path. She knocked sheepishly on the heavy wooden door. The sound of her high heels on the gravel had already alerted the committee to her arrival and the door opened suddenly. A short portly man with a jovial expression greeted her.
“Ah, Mrs. Redland, glad you could make it. Do come in. I am sure we can get this all sorted out.”
His manner almost put her at ease but as he escorted her in, his hand slipped down her back and very obviously rested on her bottom. In case she thought this was accidental he made a point of patting it a couple of times.
“Just stand there” he told her pointing to a space in the middle of the floor. The other men were seated at a long table looking every bit the Inquisition they had styled themselves. Archie now re-joined his colleagues.
“Well, we are in a bit of a pickle aren’t we Mrs. Redland? You can of course try to deny anything but the video evidence is pretty compelling. We could review it, if you like”
“No!” she gasped.
“Very well then, as you know, the Association takes a very dim view of this sort of thing, particularly when it involves our impressionable youth.” Under different circumstances this would have made her laugh. Although Brad was relatively young, he was no innocent bystander and while he did not exactly force himself on her he made all the advances. Admittedly her resistance had been token but still.
“Some members of the committee were minded to simply hand this matter over to your husband and let him sort it out but the consensus was that we might be able to sort this out in house, as it were”
His boring tone made it seem as if he was discussing a problem of stationery supplies rather than her impending chastisement.
“So, we thought we would bring you in for a little chat and depending upon how well you acquit yourself we might be prepared to let matters rest. I am sure you are as keen as we are to avoid scandal.”
The members of the committee nodded except for Ritman who had a mildly irritated expression on his sour face.
“Yes, I would like that, I think” Caroline said breathily. “I am sure that would be for the best”
“Splendid” Archie replied “well let’s get down to business shall we. Take off your clothes”
The woman look startled.
“Don’t make us repeat ourselves, bitch” Ritman now interjected. “ You heard the man, now do it before I have to come down there and rip them off”
“Yes, let’s have a look at what all the fuss is about” added Stan
She shuffled uncomfortably in the gaze of four men. It didn’t take long for her to work out that disobedience was not an option. She could have made a bolt for the door but the four men were between her and it. So, while desperately trying to avoid making eye contact she began to remove her jacket, skirt and blouse to reveal bright red knickers and a matching bra. She now wished she had worn something less glamorous.
“Mmm, very nice. You can leave those on for the time being.” Archie said pointedly.
She stood there wondering what do with her hands. She would desperately have liked to cover herself but every time she made an attempt to do so, Ritman’s glare discouraged her, so her arms hung redundantly by her side.
“Put them on your head so we can get a better look at you” Archie told her.
She did so, thrusting her boobs forward in the process.
“Lovely” Stan murmured out loud.
Only Ritman seemed strangely impassive at the spectacle. He seemed impatient to get on.
As was customary at such gatherings lots were now drawn. They would determine who would punish her first.
To his evident surprise Brian drew the first lot. It was his first time on the committee. He had been selected because his wife had recently left him for a work colleague and the other members thought he probably needed some encouragement.
He plainly took to the task with gusto, walking towards the half-naked woman and swiftly manhandling her over his lap. The fact that she bore a passing resemblance to his wife probably added to his enthusiasm. Before the girl or the other men in the room fully registered what was taking place he was subjecting her bottom to a ferocious assault. So ferocious in fact that at times some of the other men were tempted to intervene. But Ritman gestured for them to let them continue.
“It’s nothing more than the little trollop deserves” he said.
A spanking is often considered as something of a preliminary to a woman’s proper discipline but with sufficient application a large male palm against a vulnerable female bottom can be just as devastating as any implement. This was certainly the case now. The woman yelled and protested but this only earned her a scornful rebuke and an even harder slap. There was quite a sweat built up on Brian’s brow when he finally decided to desist and let her slip off his lap and fall into a heap at his feet. As he stood up an angry bulge was clearly visible in his trousers, an ominous augury of what was to come for her.
“Get up” said Archie whose turn it was next. “And stop that bloody blubbering, we’ve hardly even begun.”
The sobbing miscreant stumbled to her feet. In his enthusiasm Brian had not even bothered to remove her knickers, so this was the next task. In keeping with the overall charade of consent Archie thought it best that she voluntarily surrender them to him so he chose to forego the pleasure of removing them himself.
Without protest she obeyed his instruction and demurely stepped out of the red knickers before handing them to him. He placed them on the table.
“Carry on” he said, a slight breathiness undermining the impression of indifference he was attempting to convey. She reached behind and unclasped her bra to reveal her large shapely breasts with full pink nipples. While the other man admired them, Ritman made a mental note of how he planned to hurt them.
“I understand you are a fan of exercise. Well shall we see whether that you were doing anything else at the gym other than fucking. Start running on the spot until I tell you to stop.”
A look of deep shame on her face the woman now attempted to run on the spot mindful of the way in which this caused her large unprotected breasts to jiggle uncomfortably. It also exacerbated the soreness in her bottom from its very recent mistreatment.
“Come on bitch, put some effort into it” he yelled. As he said that he sliced the cane across her bottom causing her to shriek.
“Star jumps!” he barked like a deranged drill instructor.
Caroline was now panting and sweat glistened on her body. Her legs opened and closed rhythmically and as they did the lips of her pussy chafed.
“Drop to the floor and give me 50”
As she attempted to do push-ups her large tits hung pendulously and squashed uncomfortably against the wooden floor. She manage about 15 before collapsing in a heap.
“Pathetic” Archie muttered.
“Touch your toes”
She did so and without warning her brought the cane cracking down again the taut skin of her bottom
She let out an earthshattering shriek which was cut short by the next blow and then the next. By the time he had delivered a dozen she was a blubbering mess. But worse was to come. It was Ritman’s turn to punish her.
Stepping up from the table and walking towards her, he wordlessly took hold of her large nipples and pulled at them forcing her to follow him. He gestured for the others to clear the table and positioned her across it face up. The way they slumped at the sides clearly indicated that they were natural. Ritman was glad since this meant that they would really feel what he had planned for them. He took out two large bulldog clips and attached one to each of her nipples before giving them a vicious twist. This caused her to let out an unearthly wail.
“They’ll hurt even more coming off.” Ritman informed her.
He then ordered her to grab hold of the back of her knees forcing her into the highly humiliating ‘diaper position’. Unlike the other men who eyed her greedily, he seemed nonchalant about the way in which this position made her cunt lips pout out invitingly from between the cheeks of her abused buttocks. Choosing to continue his office theme he selected a stiff wooden ruler and now began beating her on those portions of her thigh which had until now remained unblemished. Her begging and pleading fell on deaf ears and he continued on impervious to her cries. He stopped just once to prise open her legs and begin delivering the strikes on her sensitive inner thighs. In the hands of an experienced disciplinarian, a ruler can be just as effective as more traditional implements and every strike was met with a squeal of pain as Caroline desperately tried to absorb its impact. Angry red wheals were now clearly visible all the way down her inner thigh.
In a final cruel twist, Ritman now used the rule to flick the bulldog clips off her nipples. As he had promised they hurt even more coming off than when he applied and the girl nearly fainted with the pain. She let out short desperate breathy gasps of sheer agony.
Last up was Stan and despite the treatment she had already received his obvious excitement at watching her ordeal meant that he was in no mood for mercy. His chosen implement was a single tail whip which he proceeded to apply to her back, belly, breasts and the front of her thighs. Naked now save for her high heels Caroline trampled the floor in a frantic but futile effort to evade the whip. A couple of times her legs gave way which mean that the whip landed on bone rather than softer areas. The effect was clearly excruciating.
Eventually Alf gave the signal for him to desist. But if Caroline thought her ordeal was over she was to be sorely disappointed.
She stood in the middle of the room, her naked body now crisscrossed with the evidence of her chastisement. The men looked at her and admired their handiwork. If anything, in its wounded
vulnerability, her body was more appealing than in its unblemished state. The erotic charge in the air was palpable.
Alf knew that for what followed the patina of consent had to be maintained. It would avoid any potential problems later and besides it was always much more humiliating to a woman if she consented and therefore felt that she shared some responsibility for her fate.
“Well my dear, I hope that the lesson we are trying to teach you is starting to sink in. I see we have about forty minutes remaining. What happens next is up to you. I am sure our friend Mr. Ritman has lots of new and interesting ways to hurt you, should you choose that option”
This piqued Ritman’s attention.
“Of course, this might not be necessary should you agree to be friendly and co-operative and help these men who have worked so hard at educating you relieve a little nervous tension. It’s entirely up to you. Who knows you might even enjoy it. After all, you certainly seemed to be enjoying it on that video.”
Caroline clearly understood what was being proposed but she no longer had the energy to put up any resistance and the prospect of being tormented even further by the horrid Ritman character was intolerable.
“Mmm, okay” she mumbled.
“Speak up girl. What is it to be? A nice little session with Mr. Ritman is it?” he said with a chuckle
“Nooo!” she yelled.
“Splendid. Now be a good girl and go lay on the couch there.”
Like an automaton she stumbled over to the uncomfortable looking couch.
The men conferred briefly among themselves and decided that Brian would take first dibs with her. In her unprepared state the entry of Brian’s engorged cock was almost as painful as the punishment she received. Every thrust felt like a knife penetrating her belly.
Ritman was next and in keeping with his puritanical pretensions he did not deign to put his penis where another man’s had just been. Instead, after making a slight adjustment to his wardrobe and to her position he thrust his cock into her mouth and roughly fucked her throat which caused her to gag and choke. All the while he roughly pawed her abused tits. Despite her obvious distress, he made her swallow his seed.
Next up was Alf and he had none of Ritman’s qualms. Flipping her onto her belly he inserted his short tubby penis into the cunt that was still lubricated by Brian’s cum. Every now and again he would grab her by the hair and kiss or lick her on the face and neck mumbling obscenities into her ear
“You dirty fucking slut, you’re loving this aren’t you? You like any bloke’s cock except your husband’s, you filthy bitch.”
As if in confirmation her body started to respond to the friction and the heightened emotions. Low moans and groans replaced the earlier howls of pain and protest and her hip started to buckle in a familiar. Alf panted and sweated as he drove his cock into her before finally unloading inside her.
She still lay there on the couch when Stan came forward to take his turn. The shriek of agony she let out indicated to all in the room what was taking place something both painful and degrading in equal measure, the sort of act she would certainly not perform for her husband or even for her young lover. In her unlubricated state she felt sure that he would rip her in two. It was like a red hot poker was intruding into her nether regions. She felt at any moment she would pass out. Sadly for her, like many older men, once he had got going, Stan was able to take his time and he was determined to extract every possible drop of pleasure from her so he showed little interest in her obvious and growing distress. Finally a grunt of completion and Stan removes himself from his prostrate victim and fastens up his fly.
A pair of red knickers is placed inside the secure cabinet. Their owner squirms uncomfortably in the car seat as she drives home to her husband, her head spinning and her body sore and achy. She’s sure she can still taste Ritman in her mouth and her other holes are wet and sticky with alien seed. She will need to find a plausible cover story for all those marks on her body. Her abusers are also on their way home, in some cases to an empty house, in others to a house where the wife has long since lost interest in what her husband is doing. Better not to know…