A Fried In Need

A Friend In Need

Alan looked at me intently.

“What did you just say?”

I thought that I had maybe gone a step too far and our friendship might be on the line. But something in his look encouraged me to go one. He did not look shocked or angry, it was more like curiosity.

“I said I agree. She should be disciplined”

The ‘she’ in question was Alan’s very attractive young wife, Katy. He let her run rings round her. Understandable perhaps, she was very good looking and still in very good shape despite having produced two children. If the truth be known I’d always had a bit of a thing for her, though had never acted on it, even on that one occasion when we were alone together and she had made it very clear that my advances would not be rebuffed. No, Alan was one of my very best friends and I would not betray him.

“It sends a bad message to the girls to let them see their mother treating you with such contempt. If she were my wife, I would put her over my lap”

This thought cause my dick to stiffen.

“I couldn’t..” Alan said hesitantly.

“Well, you know, that’s what friends are for...” I said it in a jokey tone, so that it could easily be laughed off, if he took offence.

To my surprise he did not seem offended. On the contrary he seemed to be warming to the idea.

“Yes, well, at least I could trust you not to, you know, get carried away”

I did not trust myself as much Alan clearly did but I agreed.

Thus the plan was born. Katy would come to my house once a week to be dealt with. The rules were clear. I would have free rein on the understanding that certain things were off limits. She would come home to him at the end of the night shaken up but basically undamaged.

I have no idea how Alan managed to get Katy to agree. I had my suspicions that Katy had not been respecting the sanctity of the marital bed. Perhaps Alan had found this out and was using it as leverage to ensure her co-operation. She had quite a cushy life with her well paid husband and doubtless did not want to jeopardise it all in a costly and embarassing divorce.

So, at 7pm prompt an unusually sheepish looking Katy rang my doorbell.

The couple were regular visitors so there would have been nothing to arouse the suspicion of nosy neighbours but still I ushered her in quickly.

She took off her overcoat and I hung it up.

She was wearing a pretty floral dress which stopped just above her knees allowing a good view of her shapely legs which were encased in pale stockings.

I escorted her into the living room.

Up until this point neither of us had spoken. I poured myself a drink but did not offer her one.

“Katy, you understand why you are here”

“Yes” she replied

“Yes, sir” I corrected her “and do not look at me unless I tell you to”

She stood with her hands by her sides glancing at the floor. It must now have become clear to her that I was deadly serious.

“So Katy tell me why you are here”

“I am here to be punished sir”

“And why do you need to be punished”

She looked a little puzzled at the question.

“Errm I am here to be punished because I have been naughty”

The phrase sounded a little odd coming from the mouth of the sophisticated young wife and mother.

“That’s right. You have been a bad, disrespectful girl. And what happens to disrespectul girls?” I asked in a condescending tone.

“Errm, they are punished I guess”

“And how are they punished?”

“I don’t know sir”

“Oh come on, don’t be coy. You know damn well that they have their knickers taken down and they are spanked on the bare bottoms”

Katy’s face was bright red. She nodded glumly in acknowledgment.

I was enjoying this way too much.

She looked nervous at seeing this side of me which she had never glimpsed before. Up until now I had been merely her husband’s friend except for that one time…

“Well then we better get a move on. We haven’t got all night. Take off your dress”

She hesitated.

“Get on with it woman” I growled “or I’ll rip the bloody thing off”

This had the desired effect as she hurriedly slipped out of the pretty dress and folded it neatly on the chair.

I had given her detailed instructions on what she was to wear and she had followed them meticulously. She was wearing pale stockings with a white suspender belt and she had put the pretty lacy panties on last to make them easier to remove. Her stomach was still reasonably flat with no obvious stretch marks.

“You won’t be needing the bra” I said

She reached behind and unbuckled it to reveal two smallish but very perky breasts.

I had often fantasised about seeing Katy naked and she was every bit as enticing as I had imagined but I had a job to do.

“Put your hands on your head.”

Katy obeyed

I started to circle her like a bird of prey closing in on a rabbit.

She had no doubt sensed my growing arousal because it was then that she tried to play her remaining hand.

“Look, Harry you don’t really need to punish me do you?.We can just tell Alan that you did and we could spend the evening doing something much more pleasant” As she said this she licked her lips suggestively.

There was no doubt a part of me, well one part in particular, would have keenly taken up her offer but I had made a promise to my friend.

“Yes, I am sure you would like that slut wouldn’t you?”

As I said the word ‘slut’ a slap landed on her face.

“Well this is not some afternoon Tinder date with one your fancy fellows. I am your husband’s friend and I intend teaching you a lesson in respect.”

Katy went pale. It looked as if the waterworks would start at any moment.

I did not give her time for such histrionics grabbing her by the hair and dragging her across the room to the couch. Katy was now exactly where I wanted her, over my lap. Without any warming or warm up I began to spank her furiously. I knew it was important to start as I meant to go on but this was also a way of relieving some of the tension which had built up.

Katy squirmed and wriggled under the impact of my heavy hand but all to no avail. I pulled her shapely body against mine firmly and continued undeterred. The room resounded to the sound of my hand landing on her buttocks. These wobbled delightfully in response to each blow. Katy pummelled the arm of the sofa in a desperate effort to relieve her suffering.

I stopped briefly to remove her underwear

“ What the hell are you doing? You can’t take off my knickers...”

Ignoring her protests I yanked them down forcefully and resumed the spanking of her bared bottom.

In this position I now had a full view of the inviting pout of her pussy lips but neither her nor I were too concerned with that at the moment. The spanking continued with growing vigour. Katy’s body was trembling.

Eventually my arm started to ache so I pushed her contemptuously off my lap. She fell to the floor in a heap. The formerly pale cheeks were now an angry crimson. She curled up in a foetal position. I looked at the clock. It was 7:40 which meant I had about an hour before I had to return her to husband. Just enough time for a quick breather.

I told her to go stand in the corner which she did without hesitation. I sipped my drink and admired my handiwork. The lacy panties hung redundantly around her knees somehow emphasising her nakedness. Katy was now sobbing inconsolably.

“Stop your snivelling girl, I have barely even started”

I must say that this did little to console her. I quickly finished my drink and walked over to the cabinet where I kept my collection of implements. Until a week ago I had scarcely dreamed that I would get the chance to use them on Katy.

“Go and kneel on the sofa” I instructed her.
She stumbled a little as she walked from the corner of the room to the sofa.

I had selected one of my favourite tawses.

This implemented had terrified generation of Scottish youth with good reason. It was a vicious implement in the right hands. My mind flashed back to Katy acting flirtatiously at parties and the hurt look on my friends face and this filled me with the necessary rage to wield it effectively.

“Take that bitch!” I grunted as the stiff leather met soft girl flesh.

The impact provoked an otherworldly shriek from my victim.

As I was in my townhouse rather than my country residence I was a little concerned about the neighbours. Then I had an idea.

I removed Katy’s knickers and rolled them into a ball which I stuffed into her mouth. I then secured this in place with my tie.

This made a perfectly serviceable and I could now trash her to my heart’s content.

Her howls were now so muffled that only I could hear them.

I lost count of how many blows I landed but her bottom was in quite a state.

Still I wanted to at least give her a taste of the cane so I now told her to stand and then to hold her ankles. Her long hair fell forward as did her breasts. Were it not for her enflamed bottom she might have been doing a yoga pose.

I went and fetched one of my cane. It was a fairly thick one which I reckoned would make the maximum impression. I knew that I couldn’t cane her that hard given the state her bottom was already in and the promised I had made to her husband. Nevertheless, even a token caning would presage the threat of what would be to come in future sessions. Between now and then as the bruised and her memories faded her dread of it would grow.

“I am going to give you six strokes and you will count each one, thank me and ask for the next. Do you understand”

“Yes sir” she grunted in response.

“Very good” I swished the cane through the air. Made contact lightly as a way of measuring my aim then landed the first full square across Katy’s bottom.

“One ow oow!. Thank you sir, please can I have the next one?”

“Certainly” I replied landing a second stroke just below the first.

“Ouch oo, oo, shit shit..” she gasped”

Katy stamped on the wooden floor but quickly regained her composure
“Two, thank you sir. Please may I have the next”

Crack! The cane sliced through the girl flesh like a hot knife through butter.

The process was repeated three more times by which time I knew that I had pushed her beyond breaking point.

A shocked and bewildered looking Katy, a far cry from the confident and coquettish young woman with whom I had become familiar, looked at me imploringly.

“Have you learned your lesson my dear” I asked in an avuncular tone
“Yes sir, thank you sir”

“I am not so sure. I bet that within a couple of days you’ll be up to your old tricks. So, I better see you back here next week at the same time and I think we will most certainly need a bit more of the cane.”

A look of raw terror darkened her pretty face.

Although her physical chastisement was at an end there was one remaining and increasingly urgent matter. My arrangement with her husband was clear. Under no circumstances was I to fuck her. However, as the former US President Bill Clinton so wisely pointed out what I had planned did not technically count as “sexual relations” Certainly there was no danger of her gaining any enjoyment from the act which, for me, was the main thing. So I removed the impromptu gag, pushed her to her knees, unzipped my fly and thrust my engorged member into her mouth. She gagged as I pushed deeper into her throat though fortunately for her my excited state meant that the act did not take too long. I waited making it clear that she was to swallow everything

I then allowed her to dress and attend to her make up before returning to her husband.

Later that evening I found her knickers crumpled up in my pocket. They would make a nice souvenir of a very enjoyable evening.