Katy The Finale

Katy: The Finale

The time had come to bid Katy adieu. I would still see her, of course: Alan is one of my closest friends and, in spite of everything, she is still his wife. No, the time had come to hand over her discipline to her rightful owner. Having seen Alan in action and the gusto with which he had taken to the task of chastising Joanna I was in no doubt that Katy was in safe and very firm hands. Still, I felt that one final session was necessary to reinforce all the important lessons that I had been teaching her. Alan agreed.

Seven pm sharp and she is at my door. Punctual, of course. She dare not be otherwise. I wait a while before answering. She is dressed exactly as I instructed. She is wearing a black leather mini-dress, fishnets and knee length boots. Her hair is braided and she is heavily made up with bright red lipstick. She looks nothing like the respectable housewife she pretends to be. This was intentional on my part, as was the instruction that she travel here by public transport. I imagine that she would have had to endure the interested stares of seedy men and the glares of hostility from her fellow females. Perhaps some of the men had gone beyond staring and even made approaches, assuming that she was exactly as her outfit advertised.

I greet her with a deep intrusive kiss. It’s only appropriate given that we are now ‘lovers’. As I do so my hand reaches up underneath her dress to fondle her buttocks. Am I the first to do so today or did some other man attempt this on the way here? She tolerates the caress. Good. She is learning. My fingers probe under the silky material of her knickers, first her buttocks and then the lips of her twat. This gets a reaction. She gasps. I play with her a while longer before desisting.

“I am sad to say that this will be our last session together. I am sure you have enjoyed our little visits just as much as I have but the time has come to pass over the task of disciplining to your husband.”

Katy stared into space impassively.

“Very well then we better not waste any time. I put you in that outfit for a reason. For this evening let us pretend that you are a high class call girl and I am a client with very particular tastes. You already have some idea what those tastes are. I have purchased you for the evening and nothing is off limits”

She nodded.

“Good. How about a sexy little dance to put me in the mood.”

I turned some music on. It sounded like the soundtrack to a cheap porn film.

“Come on then cunt, dance for me.”

Katy attempted to dance sexily but being a middle-class white English women the attempt was as risible as one might expect.

“You are not really trying are you?’ I sneered.

She ran her hands through her long hair and then over her body aping the motions of some teenage dancer in a music video.

“The dress isn’t helping much. Take it off!”

“Slowly!”

Katy turned her back to me and undid the zip at the back of the mini-dress, glancing over her shoulder suggestively as she did.

As corny as her little performance was it was having an effect. I wanted to grab her, bend her over the table and screw her but I managed to restrain myself.

After a few teases the dress was on the floor. She was now down to her underwear. The fishnets were hold ups and she was wearing a tiny black thong which barely concealed the mound of her pussy and which seemed like it was swallowed up by her bottom at the back. The matching black bra pushed her shapely breasts into an appealing cleavage. I had already decided that her tits would get some special attention. Though they were on the small side they were shapely and besides small tits are as easy to hurt as large ones.

She continued her sexy dance. It was clearly an excruciating experience for her, even after all that had already happened. She was clearly unaccustomed to behaving so sluttishly and she was doing so in front of a man who had already beaten and abused her, and no doubt intended to again.

“The underwear!”

She undid the bra and then slid the panties down her legs. She now wore only the boots and fishnets. They looked appealing enough and would not interfere with what I had planned so I let her keep these on.

“Okay, that’s enough.”

Katy stood in the middle of the room in perfect obedient stillness. I drew closer and ran my hands over her naked body, toying once more with her pussy before settling on her breasts. At first I caressed them gently, as an attentive lover might, but then my attentions became harsher. I pulled and tweaked first her left, then her right nipple, which caused her to wince. Then I produced a bulldog clip from my pocket, taunting her with it before attaching it to her right nipple. She gasped in pain. A second was then attached to her right. Her pretty face contorted in agony.

I delivered a few slaps to her bare bottom.

“Katy you are to receive a whipping. Your sluttish behaviour clearly merits it.”

She looked frightened. Although she had experienced some of my other implements she had not been whipped yet. She had every reason to suspect that it would be a terrible ordeal.

My house is old and still has wooden beams. I secured Katy to them. I threaded the rope over the beam and then used it to fasten her arms. I then raised her off the ground and secured the rope to the other beam. Dangling from the beams, she looked as helpless as I wanted her to be.

I chose a singletail; it would make mincemeat of her slender body.

I cracked it a couple of times in the air just to let her know what was coming.

“wuh-PSSH!”

Katy’s entire body jerked involuntarily in response causing her to swing.

“That was just a test run” I laughed.

“Now for the real thing”

The whip cracked as it wrapped itself around Katy’s body.

“Aaargh!” she screamed.

The first lash had landed on her bottom and thighs. The next was around her belly and back.

“Yeo-oww!” she yelled

I aimed the next one at her tits which were already stinging from the bulldog clips. I attempted unsuccessfully to knock one of them off but it still clearly hurt like hell.

“”Ayeee!” was Katy’s response.

Her obvious distress emboldened me so I whipped her tits again. This time the bulldog clip partially detached itself.

Katy let out an unearthly shriek.

Again the whip cut into her fragile feminine frame glancing the tops of her thighs and coming menacingly close to her pubic mound.

I lost count of the times I whipped her but I eventually sensed that she could take no more. She had cried so much that the mascara had run down her face.

I lowered her to the ground and then undid the ropes. She was extremely unsteady on her feet.

Her pale skin was criss-crossed with angry red stripes. I counted at least six wheals on her tits.

I ran my hands over her body, inspecting my workmanship.

Katy probably expected that to be fucked but I had a further little treat in store. On the table was a sign with the words “WIFE IN TRAINING” in black marker. I put the sign over her neck.

It was a spring evening which meant that it was still twilight. I opened the back door and gestured for her to go outside. She hesitated.

“Do you want me to whip you again girl?” I asked.

Reluctantly she stumbled out of the door and into the garden.

I don’t know whether any of the neighbours could see but the fact that they might was humiliating enough for her. Perhaps a teenage boy was frantically masturbating at the sight of a pretty young woman shamed and naked in my garden or perhaps it was his sex starved middle aged father.

I let her stew for a while and enjoyed a well-earned drink. This gave me time to ponder my dilemma. On the one hand, disciplining Katy had had its usual effect and I was very aroused. On the other I still felt guilty about what had transpired last time. No, Katy was Alan’s property and that could never happen again, unfortunately. It was rather disappointing. Katy’s yoga practice meant that, despite bearing a couple of kids, her cunt was as tight a that of a much younger woman. A blowjob would give me a little relief but it would be nowhere near as nice as Katy’s warm little coven. Then the idea came to me. She had another hole. There would be absolutely no danger of her obtaining any pleasure from it, thus it would not technically count as a betrayal of my friend. In fact it would likely be both excruciatingly painful and deeply degrading. It was a perfect solution and yet I had a certain squeamishness where the back passage was concerned. I know that some men delight in the idea of female defecation but I am not one of them. I toyed with the dilemma while I finished my drink, growing ever more aroused as I did.

“Katy, will you come inside please” I called.

She obeyed.

“I want you to bend over the arm of the sofa”

She bent over the sofa. Her almost naked form was covered in whip marks. Katy probably had some idea of why I wanted her in that position. She probably expected that I either planned to punish her further or fuck her. But what was in store was far worse than that.

She would have experienced first the weight of my body and the roughness of my clothes then the unmistakable sensation of my stiff prick between her thighs. Her body went still as she awaited the inevitable but then tensed again as my cock ignored the lips of her pussy and travelled further up to part the cheeks of her bottom.

“NO!” she screamed

“Shut up!” I replied pushing her head down.

She screamed again, even louder, as I entered her.

Her anus was even tighter than her cunt and the spasms of pain she was obviously experiencing added an even more exciting twist. I thrust deeper and deeper inside her, each thrust provoking a howl of pain from her. One final deep thrust and I shot my load where nature never intended it to go.

Katy was blubbering uncontrollably but her ordeal was not yet over. My squeamishness had not gone away and I was intensely aware of where my cock had just been. I got off her and walked to the top of the couch. I grabbed her by the hair and pressed her face into my crotch. My dick was surprisingly tumescent. I have no doubt that it smelt disgusting. Katy was about to find out just how badly her own anus smelt and tasted.