Interlude: Alan

Interlude: Alan

After Katy had left I had a couple more drinks and went to bed. Even thought it had been quite a tiring evening, I found it difficult to sleep. Along with vivid memories of the night’s events I was also tormented by a niggling thought. Alan had trusted me and I had betrayed that trust. However I tried to dress it up, I had just fucked his wife. The fact that I was not the first to do so made little difference. Even the fact that I would probably be the last didn’t help much. I reassured myself that there was no way that he would find out. Katy certainly wouldn’t tell him. I imagine that the first thing she would have done upon returning home would have been to shower to remove any tell tale signs of what had just happened. No, as far as Alan was concerned Katy had just been severely punished, exactly as he had wanted. Surely at some level, though, he must have his suspicions. He knows that notwithstanding my little peccadillo, I am a normal hot-blooded heterosexual man with all the usual urges and Katy is still a very attractive woman. Perhaps he knew what would happen and this was part of his intention realising how humiliating it would be for Katy to be screwed under such circumstance. Or was he just bloody naive? What sort of man allows his wife to be punished by another man? Such thoughts went through my head as I tried to sleep.

In the end I realised that all of my justifications were self-serving and that I had wronged a friend. The only thing that would bring me peace was to provide some sort of recompense. Then in a flash it came to me. Alan needed to learn how to discipline his own wife. True it would deprive me of the pleasure I was deriving from punishing her but that would be a sacrifice I would be prepared to make for the sake of our friendship. In truth Katy was not the only project I had on the go and if my experience was anything to go by, I would tire of her soon after I had broken her. But no, it was only right that if a married woman was to be disciplined, it should be her husband doing the disciplining.

The challenge was that he would have to overcome his reluctance about hurting her, if he was to step up to the task. In order to do this I surmised that he would have to get over his hang up about hurting women in general. The best way to do this would be to practice. This was where I could help.

That Friday we met in the pub as usual. We chatted amiably about this and that before I broached the subject of Katy.

“How are things going?” I asked

“Yeah, good, actually great in fact. She is much more active around the house and even, ahem, in the sack”

We smiled.

“Very good. I told you, didn’t I?”

“You did indeed”

He was silent for a while.

“How much longer do you think you’ll need?”

I could sense a certain anxiety in his voice. Did he suspect something?

“Well that very much depends. If I could be sure that firm discipline will be maintained at home then I shouldn’t think more than a couple more sessions”

Silence again. Alan looked pensive.

I continued

“The fact is that women, especially good looking ones, need regular discipline if they are to be kept on the straight and narrow. Katy will need clear boundaries and she will also need to know that there will be penalties if those boundaries are breached.”

Alan’s brow furrowed

“So what you are saying is….”

“Yes, you will need to beat her on a regular basis. Nothing too severe necessarily but if she is to regain her respect for you, she will need to fear you. At the moment, she is obeying you out of fear for me and to be blunt that is not right. You need to be the one with the whip hand.”

“I see” Alan replied. His expression was a strange mixture of anxiety and something else which I could not properly describe.

“I understand your reluctance. We are both men of our times. Our grandfathers and perhaps even our fathers would not have needed to have this conversation. They would know that they were the masters of their household and, by God, so would the females in their homes.”

I told him of how I had grown up watching my grandfather administer discipline to various female relatives and had come to see this as normal.

“But these days we have had our heads filled up with all sorts of fashionable nonsense. Let me ask you a question strictly entre nous: do you really, in your heart of hearts, believe that men and women are equals?”

He looked troubled but eventually blurted out: “No, of course not”

“There you go.” I replied.

“Do you believe that men should lead and women should follow?”

“Yes” he replied

“Needless to say neither of us could voice these sentiments in public or the women’s libbers would have our guts for garters. And that my friend is what is wrong with the world today.”

We both laughed and took a swig of our beers

“Very well then, I have a suggestion”

He listened intently

“Since I have been dealing with Katy I have had to put a couple of my other projects on the back burner. There is one in particular that is rather pressing.”

I showed him a photo on my phone of a very attractive young woman dressed in the most provocative manner possible, posing suggestively. It was one of those hideous ‘selfies’ so beloved by the youth of today. I winced as I showed it to him.

“This is Joanna. Despite appearances she comes from a very good family and is quite well-educated. In fact she is due to go to university soon. But her parents are very worried that she might blow everything. She is already something of a party animal and once she is away from parental supervision they fear the worst. You have daughters, you must understand.”

Alan nodded knowingly.

“So her parents, knowing of my reputation, have asked me to deal with her, put her on the straight and narrow. This project is already rather overdue.”

He listened with a slightly puzzled look on his face.

“Go on”

“Well, that is where you come in my friend. I want you to help me chastise her. I think having two older men of the right sort of character taking her in hand will leave quite an impression on the young trollop.”

This was all having the desired effect. I could see that he was interested. Of course he was. Show me a middle-aged man who doesn’t dream about putting a sexy nineteen year old female across his lap and I will show you a hypocrite or a homosexual.

“Well, errm, if you think I am up to the job….”

“Of course I do, my friend otherwise I wouldn’t be asking”

We clinked glasses.

“Another round I think.”

Two days later we were round at my place. Alan had insisted on the mask. He was concerned that the girl might recognise him. I had to admit that while I initially thought it a silly idea, it added a certain sinister aspect to the proceedings.

The doorbell rang.

I went to answer it.

“You are late” I growled

Joanna started to interject with some feeble explanation but I cut this short with a slap to her face

“No lip my girl!” I said

I almost had to drag the reluctant young woman into the living room.

She was dressed as one might have predicted. Like most attractive young women she obviously over-estimated the power of her allure when faced with a man of my type.

“Did you think you were going to a nightclub?” I sneered

She was wearing a tight shiny dress which barely covered the tops of her thighs and which accentuated her full cleavage at the top.

Alan laughed.

A look of horror came across the girl’s face as she realised that she would be confronting two disciplinarians and one of them was wearing a mask.

“Totally inappropriate wear for a girl that is being disciplined. Don’t you agree my friend?”

I thought that I might as well make use of Alan’s presence.

“Perhaps, if I hold her, you can get her ready?”

I grabbed her arms from behind.

Alan rose to the task with surprising alacrity. Ignoring Joanna’s struggling and protests he deftly ripped the dress off to reveal equally scandalous underwear.

“Doesn’t much look like a girl expecting to be punished. I think our Joanna came here expecting to be fucked” Alan said with a laugh.

“Well perhaps we can oblige later,” I replied

Joanna let out a howl of protest.

“BE QUIET GIRL!” I barked.

Her ripped dress lay on the floor beside her. Joanna was now dressed only in her underwear, if it even merited that description.

“You were clearly keen for us to see your tits; let’s get a proper look at them”

Alan held her steady as I undid her bra to reveal her ripe young breasts topped with full pink nipples. After allowing myself a good grope of her boobs I began to tweak these.

Joanna winced as the intensity grew.

I let go and then gave her tits a couple of slaps.

“We’ll deal with these later. For now, there is the urgent matter of your bottom to attend to. Would you mind positioning her over the arm of the couch?”

Alan manhandled her into place and held her there firmly by her arms. Her boobs were squashed uncomfortably against the leather of the sofa.

I couldn’t help noticing the bulge in my friend’s trousers and I am sure that it had not escaped the girl’s attention. They both needed a little distraction.

Given how uncooperative Joanna was being I decided to skip the preliminary spanking. I instead fetched a large leather paddle from my cabinet.

Joanna’s full bottom was divided down the middle by the skimpy ivory coloured satin of her so-called underwear. This presented no obstacle to my paddle.

“Thwack!” the leather pancaked her bum as ripples of energy shot through the fleshy mounds.

“Aaargh!” the girl yelled in response.

“Oh stop being so bloody silly, I have barely started yet” I retorted before slapping the paddle hard on her backside once more.

Alan held her arms firmly which was necessary as she writhed and squirmed under the impact of my paddle.

“KEEP STILL, DAMN IT!” I roared.

She didn’t listen and as a result the next blow landed on the bonier side of her bottom.

This obviously caused her considerable distress from the noises that she emitted.

Ignoring her pleas and entreaties I turned my attention to my friend.

“Would you like to have a go?” I asked

He nodded enthusiastically.

“I suggest that you spank her”

I positioned a chair in the middle of the room. Alan took the hint and sat in it. I lifted the girl up by her arm and walked her over to him before manoeuvring her over my friend’s lap. Although I could not see his face, could tell from his eyes that he was extremely excited.

“Well, you know what to do.” I said

My apprentice took to the task like ducks to water, landing one powerful slap after another on Joanna’s quivering buttocks. I suspected that he was taking out years of frustration including all the disdain and contempt that his wife had shown him. He was quickly becoming a reborn man. He held her legs between his in a scissor like grip, unmoved by her feeble attempts at resistance.

“It’s probably time to remove her knickers” I suggested.

As Alan grabbed the hem of her underwear, Joanna let out a howl of protest and grabbed his arm to try to prevent him from taking them off.

I was impressed with the firmness with which he dealt with her, grabbing her arm with his free hand while pulling her panties down with the other. He then returned to spanking her with the nonchalance of an accomplished professional.

Joanna writhed and wriggled but all to no avail. Every twist and turn of her youthful body only meant that a new target was presented. By now her bottom had turned a deep scarlet.

I signalled to him to desist. He opened his legs which caused her to tumble to the floor.

“I think we need a drink.” I said before turning to the girl.

“Go stand in the corner, bitch.”

Joanna clambered to her feet and stumbled over to the corner of the room.

I patted my friend on the shoulder.

“Good work. Did you enjoy that?” I asked

“I did. Very much”

I poured us a couple of whiskeys and handed one to my friend.

“I think she needs a taste of the cane next. Her bottom is quite meaty so I think we should use one of my thicker ones”

“Good idea!”

We clinked glasses and drank

In the corner, a clearly frightened and bewildered young woman sobbed.

“You have never caned a girl before have you?” I asked

“Of course not.” he replied

“Well spankings are pretty straightforward but caning takes a little bit of care and attention to details. If you are not careful you can do some serious damage and that, for now, is not our intention. We simply want to shake her up a little bit. You’ve no doubt seen the effect of the cane on your good lady wife these last couple of times?”

He nodded.

“That sort of accuracy takes a while. For now, just follow my lead.”

I went to my cabinet and selected two of my thickest rattan canes.

“My God they look fearsome” Alan said. “You haven’t used them on Katy have you?”

“No. Like I said, caning a girl is an art. You need to choose the right tools for the job. Young Joanna here has quite a bit of puppy fat on her so she can take quite a thick cane. Katy by contrast has a rather slim backside, if you don’t mind me saying, so I used a rather thinner whippier one. I’ll show you if you like”

Alan indicated his interest so I went and fetched one of the canes which only recently had been slicing into his wife’s yoga toned behind.

He fingered the cane with obvious fascination. I am sure, like me, he was picturing it biting into Katy’s bottom.

I took out my phone and showed him a series of before and after shots of various female behinds under discipline. They were all shapes and sizes, mostly white but the occasional Asian and the odd brown or black one.

“No female bottom is quite the same as you can see. The skill is inflicting just the right amount of punishment without doing any permanent damage.”

The phone now showed pictures of some very severely punished female rears.

Alan look a little shocked but also entranced.

“These are from judicial canings in various parts of the world. As you can the person administering them had no such qualms.”

“My goodness….” Alan replied.

“But we are English gentlemen not foreign brutes. Our aim is to instil a little respect in our young ladies rather than mark them up for life.”

I was so captivated in one of my favourite topics that I almost forgot the young miscreant in the corner. She had no doubt heard every word and would be filled with trepidation.

“Well better get to it” I said.

“As we are both going to be involved in the punishment we will probably need to restrain her. Could you do the honours” I indicated towards the chair in the middle of the room.

Alan guided the girl from the corner and positioned her over the back of the chair frame with her bottom jutting out.

“That’s good” I told him as I then proceeded to secure her arms and legs to those of the chair.

Although it wasn’t strictly necessary, I also blindfolded her, knowing that this would enhance her distress and sense of powerlessness.

“You can take your mask off if you like”

Alan did so with relief. He was obviously a little sweaty underneath.

I now addressed Joanna

“We are both going to cane you. You must guess who has delivered the blow Mr. A or Mr H. If you guess wrong you earn a penalty stroke”

We both situated ourselves within shot of our target. Joanna’s ripe bottom was too inviting not to take advantage of. I raised my cane and brought it sharply down.

“Ayeee!” the girl shrieked.

“Well then who was that?”

“Mr. H” she gasped.

“Correct” I signalled to Alan

His inexperience showed as the cane bent around her bottom almost snapping in the process.

“Yeowww!” she yelled.

Barely able to breathe she grunted

“Mr. A, Mr. A Oowwoo!”

I gestured to Alan to beat her again. He did so with a little more measure than previously.

“Crack!” the rattan made contact with her soft fleshy bottom.

“Mr H” she mumbled.

“Now then you are just guessing. It was Mr. A again. That earns you a penalty stroke.

Alan and I now tag teamed, taking turns to thrash her girlish behind. Of the ten or so strokes she correctly guessed about six.

By now she was blubbering and pleading for us to stop, promising that she would do anything if we would just stop hurting her.

“Be careful what you promise my dear, we might take you up on it” I said sardonically.

“I count four penalty strokes” Alan now interjected, obviously getting into the spirit of things. I had clearly awoken his inner disciplinarian.

“Quite right I said.”

I moved closer to Joanna and put my hands between her legs. She gasped as my hand found her cunt.

“Feels like she has been enjoying this a little bit too much” I announced even though I knew that the dampness was almost certainly the product of fear rather than arousal. My finger toyed with the lips of her pussy and her clit.

“Better find something to cool the hot bitch down a bit”

I let go of her pubis and stood over her. I then proceeded to deliver four sharp strokes of the cane, two full square across her rump and the other two on the tender line where thigh meets bottom. The effect was devastating. Only the chair prevented her from collapsing to the floor.

“Please I am begging you, I can’t take any more”.

“Will you be a good girl from now on?”

“Yes sir, I promise.”

“Hmm I’m not sure about that. I bet you would promise to fly to the moon if it meant that I left your bottom alone.”

“Honestly sir, I promise to be a good girl from now on.”

“And what does that mean? No partying and getting drunk?”

“Yes sir”

“And no letting boys touch you here” as I said this I grabbed her cunt once again.

“Nooo sir”

“And no letting them stick their things up here” this time I inserted my index finger deep inside her.

“No sir, I promise”

Had I been alone I would have further tested her newfound obeisance but obviously I had company. I felt that I had gone some way to offering atonement for the way in which I had betrayed my friend but not quite. The only thing for it would be to forego my own pleasure and allow Alan first dibs.

I took Alan to one side and explained the situation to him. I lied and told him that in Katy’s case I had not completed the punishment but that in this particular instance I found it essential. Joanna had to learn that her ripe young body should not be wasted on silly young boys who did not properly appreciate it but should instead be reserved for mature men of good character who were able to take their time with her.

I told him that this was also a test of whether Joanna had been properly chastised. She should respond with submission rather than resistance. He should also be on the lookout for any attempt to use her feminine wiles. Even though she appeared subdued, there was always the danger of her inner coquette emerging. The young minx would certainly be in need of a couple more sessions with me just to make sure.

“Any of that nonsense and it will be those big tits that will pay the price” I assured him.

“You know where the bedroom is”

Without further ado Alan walked over to where Joanna was still restrained, undid the ties and marched her out of the room. I noticed that he had left the blindfold in place.

Joanna made a half-hearted attempt at resistance.

“Please don’t do this…..” her voice faded away, knowing full well that a man who had just beaten her so mercilessly would hardly desist from taking advantage of the situation.

While they were out of the room, I quickly took steps to relieve my nervous tension and poured myself another well-earned drink. I felt satisfied that our friendship had survived this crisis and was now entering a new and even more rewarding phase.