The Spiders's Web - La Telaraña

This story contains graphic descriptions of semi-consensual corporal punishment and descriptions of caning, strapping, and whipping. If this offends you, you may prefer to stop reading.

None of the characters depicted are real, and any similarity to real places or people, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

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The Spiders's Web - La telaraña

Oh, what a tangled web we weave, when first we practice to deceive" - Sir Walter Scott, 1808

***

I couldn't believe what I was doing.

So far, it had been a completely normal Saturday. The alarm went off at seven o'clock, and bleary-eyed, I stumbled out of bed and headed for the bathroom to pee, shower, and brush my teeth. As I returned to the bedroom to dress, John, my husband, passed me in the opposite direction, stopping briefly to peck me on the lips.

"Morning, honey," he said brightly, and I silently envied him for his good mood in the mornings. I don't feel human until I've got my first strong cup of sweet black coffee inside of me.

Five minutes later, on my way to the kitchen, I passed my son's room and banged on the door. There was silence, so I knocked again, this time longer and more loudly. Eventually, I heard a voice.

"I'm awake."

"Breakfast in half an hour," I shouted back.

Downstairs. In the kitchen, I put the filter coffee on, emptied the dishwasher, and started breakfast. I stopped briefly to pour myself a cup of coffee and pressed on with my preparations. As I knew would happen, it was three-quarters of an hour before John and Eric appeared and sat at the kitchen table. By then, the fried eggs, sausage, and bacon were on their plates, and the toast was ready.

The conversation was limited. The men in my family wake up hungry and can eat a large breakfast, and that is what they concentrated on doing. I, on the other hand, nibbled on a piece of toast and marmalade, sipped my second cup of coffee of the day, and thought about my secret plans for later in the morning.

***

It both amused and frustrated me that I knew what they would be up to for the rest of the day, whilst they hadn't got a clue what I would be doing. I was sure that if they were to be asked, their initial response would be a blank look, indicating the stupidity of the question. After that, the answer might be "ask her, I don't know, this and that," or "what she always does."

After fifteen years of marriage, I had lost my identity. I had married shortly after leaving school when I was nineteen, and in less than a year, had gone to wife and mother. I had never worked; my husband was the CEO of a large finance company and was on a high six-figure salary. He was ten years older than I and the son of an old friend of my father.

I was taken for granted, and I was bored. At thirty-five years of age, my life seemed to have little point to it, and even less pleasure. My husband fucked me every month or so, but it had long since become a duty. I went on expensive holidays at least twice a year, in summer and winter, but even they bored me. In the summer, we stayed at a five-star hotel on a beach at some exotic location where John and Eric could water ski and scuba dive while I sat on the beach, read Joan Collins, and waited for them to return. In winter, we stayed at a five-star hotel in some expensive resort where they could ski while I sat in the lounge, read Joan Collins, and waited for them to return.

In my large, multi-million-pound home, I had cleaners, a cook, and a gardener as company. There, I was a hostess for a round of dinner parties to attract rich clients.

***

So, as John and Eric went to Lord's to watch the cricket, I sat in a bedroom wardrobe in my friend Mary's house to watch her husband "get his,"

The wardrobe wasn't very deep. It was built-in with a sliding door, and there was just enough room for me and the stool on which I was sitting sideways, with my face against the door. It was a tight fit, but Mary had removed the clothes and the rail to accommodate me, and whilst I am broad across the beam, I am not tall. From where I was sitting, through a hole drilled in the wooden door, I could see into the room beyond.

A large double bed was in front of me, with its headboard against the far wall. The mattress was bare, with no sheets covering it. The pillows at the top of the bed had no pillowcases covering them. They were unnecessary; nobody would lie on or sleep in this bed today. Shortly, Harvey, Mary's recalcitrant husband, would kneel naked on the mattress, and she would deliver a sound bare-bottom thrashing.

***

It started the previous Monday morning when I met with Mary for coffee. We are neighbours, but both our houses sit in the centre of large gardens with long driveways leading up to our gates, and it took ten minutes to make the walk. Halfway there, the heavens opened, and I was soaked when I reached her front door. I truly regretted not using the Porsche.

I was already in a foul mood, and the weather hadn't helped. John had pissed me off again. I can't remember what he did, but I considered ringing Mary and telling her I was not coming. I sometimes wonder what would have happened if I had stayed home that rainy morning.

At the time, Mary was in her late forties but could pass for at least ten years younger. I'm sure that good genes and money had helped, but she also ate well and exercised regularly. She played tennis in the summer, swam thirty lengths daily in her heated indoor swimming pool, and was hard-bodied and fit. She was not beautiful but handsome; her facial features were not soft but sculpted, with high cheekbones, a broad nose, and deep-set almond-shaped eyes.

She was on her second marriage, having inherited her Spanish husband, Santiago's. mining company five years earlier. The company had come with a thirty-year-old mining engineer, whom she had married six months after Santiago's death from some form of cancer. It was Harvey's job to run the company during the day and fuck Mary at night, and it appeared that he was a remarkably busy man.

Mary, unlike me, was getting plenty. She loved to fuck, and she loved to talk about it. I knew that she liked to be the dominant one in the sack. Face sitting and cunnilingus were big favourites, along with the cowgirl or amazon position. She was multi orgasmic and he was well-hung and could stay hard long enough "to keep her happy." That morning, I learned something else about their marriage.

***

Millie, the live-in maid, had poured the coffee and left when I started complaining about John.

"What is it about men," I asked. "Sometimes I wish I had never married John. Sometimes, he makes me so fucking angry."

After that, I embarked on a long diatribe on his habits, untidiness, laziness around the house, and how he took me for granted. Mary listened patiently until I had finished venting.

"Men are just overgrown children," she said. "Give them an inch and they'll take a mile. Santiago was a fucking nightmare but when I married Harvey I learned from my mistakes and he toes the line - my line."

"And how do you get him to do that?"

"Well, first there's a prenup. If we divorce for any reason he walks away with almost fuck all and he looks for a new job. If I die before him, he gets the lot. As far as he's concerned, he's in it for the long haul."

"So, he must avoid divorce. That doesn't stop him from acting like my John and being a complete arsehole. And I'm not planning to divorce John, am I?"

"Well, you've got your son to worry about. We don't have children."

"So, Harvey stays married to you just for the money and behaves himself because he's frightened you might divorce him? "

"Of course not. He loves me, but maybe he tolerates some of my peccadillos because of the money."

She paused. For a moment, she seemed unsure whether she should go on.

"Something else? "I enquired.

"OK, but I don't want you to breathe what I'm about to say to another living soul."

I laughed.

"I promise."

"I'm not joking, Marlene."

"OK, OK."

"I spank him when he needs it."

"You mean with your hand?"

"No. I give his sorry ass a beating with a paddle, strap, or cane. It's real punishment. He hates it at the time, but I fucking love it, and it keeps him on the straight and narrow."

She stopped talking and looked inquisitively at me. Nobody spoke for a few moments.

"I've shocked you," she said.

"Not shocked," I replied, "surprised. I know that domestic corporal punishment happens. I come from South Africa, and caning doesn't shock or offend me. I just didn't expect to find it alive and well and living in Weybridge."

"Well, it does, and it won't be stopping anytime soon. He's due a sound caning this Saturday. I caught him flirting with his secretary, and I will let him know his punishment when he comes home later. Tonight, he'll fuck my brains out thinking about what I'm going to do to him. It makes us both as horny as hell."

She smiled.

"Go on," I said. "What happens on Saturday? Now you've got me interested. You can't stop now."

"OK," she replied, and took a deep breath before continuing. "I always discipline him on Saturdays, on Millie's day off. She probably knows I punish him because she's seen my toys, but she knows to keep her mouth shut if she wants to keep her job.

That morning, he gets only a cup of coffee for breakfast, takes a shower, and puts on a pair of shorts. At ten sharp, I get him to strip naked, bend over an armchair in the lounge or kneel on a chair in the hallway, and I punish him. He's normally hard, so I give him a hand job before I start. Then, he gets a dose of the strap or paddle first and then the cane, hard across his bare arse..... I get so wet whilst I lay it on."

"It must be quite a sight."

"Oh, it is. But it's much more than that. It's a ritual. If he is to be punished, on the previous Monday morning, after he leaves for work, I hang what I plan to use on him on the back of our bedroom door. When he sees it, he knows, and it gives him five days to anticipate his beating. Today I hung a strap and a cane.

On Friday evening, an hour before bed, he will sit naked in the bedroom and rub neatsfoot oil into the strap to ensure the leather is good and supple. It will give him a further opportunity to reflect on what's going to happen to him. Then he'll fuck me, and whilst he's doing me, I will tell him exactly what he's going to get in the morning."

"Doesn't Millie say anything?"

"I've told her the bedroom is off limits, and she does as she's told."

She stopped talking and thought before she spoke again.

"Would you like to watch?"

"What?"

"Would you like to watch?"

For a moment, I was too surprised by her offer to speak. Then, in a croaky voice, I replied.

"Oh, yes," and at the same time, I felt the moistness between my legs.

***

We sipped at our coffee and started to discuss an upcoming charity event that Mary was helping to arrange, but my thoughts kept returning to our previous conversation, and I was only half listening to her.

"You seem distracted, Marlene."

"I'm sorry. I was thinking about what you said before."

She smiled and spoke.

"Come with me."

She didn't say anything more but got up and walked out of the lounge into the hallway and up the stairs to the second floor.. Once there, she opened a door and passed through it. I followed her closely through the door and found myself in her bedroom, and she closed the door behind us.

"There you are," she said.

Hanging side by side from two hooks on the back of the door were a strap and a cane, each with a thin leather loop attached to its handle. The strap was made of a single piece of thick brown leather. The handle was about nine inches long; it widened to form the business end, a two-foot-long, three-inch-wide blade with two parallel lines of holes punched out along its length. The cane was about a yard long with a red corded grip.

"Fuck, you mean business," I said.

"Don't I just. I'm planning to deliver a message."

***

So, there I was, hidden and sitting in a wardrobe, waiting for the fun to begin. I had arrived a few minutes earlier, and whilst Harvey was showering, I had crept into my hiding place. I was dressed appropriately for the occasion. It was late June and pleasantly warm, and I had chosen a short summer dress. Underneath I wore no knickers, although a bra was essential to keep my forty-two-inch tits from spilling out.

As I waited, it occurred to me that I was wearing far more than Harvey would be, and I wondered how Mary would be dressed. Shortly, I would know.

The room in front of me was empty except for the bed and a single wooden chair. It was just one of the many spare bedrooms. Suddenly, I heard the door open, and Mary and Harvey came into view. Mary was holding the cane, the strap, and a wand, which she placed on the chair. She wore a black pencil dress and a white blouse.

Harvey was wearing only a pair of white shorts, and as he turned to face Mary, I could see his slim, well-muscled torso. His pale skin was smooth and hairless.

"Take off your shorts," said Mary.

He hurried to do as he was told and placed his folded shorts on the bed. It was then, for the first time, that I saw his swollen prick. It was uncut, long. and thick - at least seven inches of engorged flesh. The veins stood out along the length of the deep brown shaft of his impressive tool. Between his muscular thighs, his shaved balls were swollen and full.

"Now, kneel in the middle of the bed with your palms flat. Don't worry, we won't start yet. First, we need to get rid of that distraction."

She sat beside him and grasped his prick in her left hand, pulling it forward so that it pointed downward towards the mattress. Then, with the foreskin retracted, I watched her spit onto the fingers of her other hand and lubricate the full length of his member. She repeated this process several times until the glans and shaft were well covered before she slowly started to wank him.

As her fingers slid slowly up and down, she began to talk to him. Her tone was soft and calm.

"You only pay attention when you're about to be disciplined, so listen properly to what I'm going to say."

She paused.

"In a little while, I'm going to give you a dose of that strap and then the cane. I'll take my time, enjoy myself, and make sure I hurt you. And whilst I'm doing it, I want you to remember why we're here.

You flirt, Harvey. You flirt with everybody, with your secretary, with Marlene from next door, and flirting leads to fucking. I know you'd love to fuck them both, and I've seen the way you look at Marlene with her innocent looks and big fat arse and tits.

I'm not angry with you, Harvey. Really, I'm not. You may not believe that, because the punishment I'm going to deliver will be very unpleasant. Nonetheless, today is a gentle reminder of the risks of flirting. To impress upon you that if you are ever unfaithful to me, I WILL be truly angry with you, and then your punishment will be far worse than anything you'll feel today."

She stopped and slathered more saliva onto his cock before she spoke again.

"Is that clear?"

"Yes, Mary."

"Good."

She continued to slowly jerk him off, and now she changed the subject.

"You know how horny I get when I cane you. I'm going to need a good seeing to later. I'm going to need you nice and hard inside of me, filling me with your cum."

Just then, I heard Harvey groan whilst Mary stroked and talked.

"But for your punishment, I want you soft. It will mean you feel it more... and I promise you will feel every single stroke. I'm going to give you eight with the strap and the same number of strokes of the cane."

His cock was straining in her hand as she moved her fingers gently against his glans before moving them faster and speaking again.

"I think you don't want to come. You know what's going to happen after you do, so I want you to imagine it's not me wanking you. Imagine that it's Marlene, and this is foreplay before she clamps her thick thighs around you, and you fuck her."

Her words had an almost immediate effect. I heard him let out a long groan, and as her hand slid quickly up and down his shaft, his penis pulsed and sprayed long ribbons of sperm onto the mattress.

She took her hand away, and for several seconds neither of them moved or spoke, until she slapped his softening penis with her palm.

"Fantasies are fine, Harvey, but you fancy Marlene just a little too much. Eight of the strap and then the cane won't be sufficient discouragement. Your penis has just earned you extra, a dozen of each, and make sure you stay kneeling and keep your hands flat on the mattress, or you'll get extra. Now, I want you kneeling at the bottom of the bed, close to the edge, where I can get a good swing at you. Put your tummy and head against the mattress and stretch your arms out in front with your palms against the mattress."

Head down, buttocks raised, he knelt waiting.

"Please turn your head to the left, where you can see me," she instructed, "and we'll begin the lesson."

***

As I watched, and as I knew it would, my lust was growing, and I was feeling a familiar need between my thighs. I raised my bottom off the stool and pulled the thin cotton fabric of my skirt up around my waist. Then, naked from the waist down, and in the dark, I reached down and found my bald sex and slowly began to rub myself.

Mary's slow and skilful hand job as she first threatened Harvey and then talked dirty was so exciting, and I had not realised that Harvey fancied me so much or wanted me so badly. My hand was very busy as I peered expectantly through the peephole and waited for the main event.

I had never seen a man bent over, bare assed, to take a sound strapping and caning, and I had been looking forward to it all week. Now, I was frantic to witness it, and the juices ran down my thighs as I fingered my clitoris and bit my lip to remain quiet.

Back home in the Eastern Cape, a senior girl at my school was caught stealing during the school break. The following morning at assembly, she was forced to kneel over a chair and held down by two teachers, facing away from the assembled pupils. I still remembered the collective buzz of shock and excitement when the headmistress pulled her skirt up and her knickers down, revealing her big black arse. There was absolute silence as the headmistress measured a long, thick, rattan punishment cane across the waiting buttocks, and then, as eight extremely hard strokes were delivered, only the rhythmic whistle and slap of the cane and the victim's cries. I was eighteen at the time, the same age as the young woman writhing and sobbing in front of me, and while the spectacle upset my friends, the process had both intrigued me and turned me on. I was young, naïve, and ashamed of myself, and didn't want to think too much about why I enjoyed watching her suffer.

***

In front of me, Mary had picked up the strap from the chair and now stood several feet to the left of Harvey's hip. With her feet planted wide and holding the handle firmly in her right hand, she raised the strap over her shoulder and brought it sharply down again to impact against the centre of his bum.

There was a slapping sound, his flesh wobbled, and he moved forward slightly with the force of the blow, but remained silent. As he moved back into position and Mary raised the strap, a pink oblong mark was already forming over the centre of his bum. Harvey anticipated the next stroke, and Mary timed it perfectly. As his buttocks clenched, the heavy strap made contact for a second time, the bum flesh jerked and rippled, and Harvey groaned. I watched wide-eyed as a second pink oblong appeared below the first. Once again, Mary waited with the strap raised, giving him time to anticipate the pain to come. Then the leather swept down and slapped across his buttocks for a third time, eliciting a violent wriggling of his bum and body and causing him to cry out.

"Ohhhh Fuck,"

Mary said nothing but stood back and waited for him to stop moving. Then, as Harvey (and I watched), she placed the strap on the chair, undid the buttons on her blouse, and took it off. She wore no bra and for the first time I could see her tight-muscled arms and torso and her firm round tits, the size of half pomelos. Her skin was milky white, her nipples pink and erect.

She hung the blouse on the back of the chair, picked up the strap, and turned back to Harvey. Now, wearing only her black skirt, she adjusted her stance and took fresh aim.

The centre of Harvey's arse, originally pale, unmarked white, was already a bright pink colour, and now his bum muscles had started to twitch involuntarily as he waited for the next stroke of the strap. She did not make him wait for long, and the strap swept down again and again and again.

By the sixth stroke, Harvey's buttocks were in a constant state of motion, and he was sobbing in discomfort.

"Am I getting to you, Harvey?" she asked. "The next set of six will be harder."

Once again, she paused, unbuttoned her skirt, and stepped out of it. Like me, she wore no panties, and now she stood naked. Her body was perfect, with a narrow waist and a tight arse. Between her muscular thighs, her sex was bald, unshaven, and glistening.

Mary crossed behind Harvey and gently ran her fingers across the skin of his bottom, then she reached between her legs and rubbed herself, before returning to the chair and retrieving the strap.

As I watched, legs spread, feet firmly planted, she assumed the position of a baseball hitter. She held the strap in both hands, above her shoulder, and aimed. Suddenly she stepped forward, swivelled at the waist, and brought the strap sweeping down and across his nates. Just before the leather struck, she released the handle from her right hand, increasing the speed and power of the stroke. I heard a grunt of exertion, the loud crack of leather on flesh, and a wail of protest.

His bum started to move again - right, left, and back again. By now, the skin of his buttocks was turning a bright tomato red, and here and there, blotchy bruises were starting to appear. I saw Mary smile as Harvey writhed and squealed, before she positioned herself to strike again, and then she let him have it. As the strap wrapped itself across his bum, he screeched in anguish, and as his cheeks lewdly swung from side to side and jerked back and forth, she taunted him.

"Oh my, that hurt, didn't it?"

Before she raised the strap and hit him again.....

A few minutes later, when twelve strokes had been delivered, she put the strap on the chair and turned to examine her handiwork. Her face and chest were flushed, her nipples hard and erect, and her lips were moist. She was facing away from me when she reached between her legs and started to rub. At first, she was silent, but very soon I heard her begin to moan, and with her legs spread, she bent backwards and forward as she worked her clitoris - then bent at the waist, buttocks clenched, and thighs trembling, she gave a long cry of ecstasy/

"Ohhhhhh, Ohhhhhh, Ohhhhhh, Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

***

The sights and sounds of Harvey's hand job and punishment, and Mary's beautiful, lithe body as she mercilessly swung the strap, had proved too much for me and, so far, I had silently taken two orgasms. At first, I worried that I might be heard as I shifted position on the stool, lifted my sticky, sweaty buttocks from the wood, and spread my thighs a little wider to better find my slit. I am normally very noisy when I come, and I had to force myself to take my pleasure in silence.

I needn't have worried. Mary's behaviour was so uninhibited that it appeared she had forgotten I was watching, and Harvey wasn't interested. Even if, despite Mary's sounds of exertion, the slapping of the strap and his cries of pain, he had heard me in the cupboard, I doubt he would have noticed. His attention was firmly fixed on the heavy piece of leather assaulting his backside and the agony it was causing.

Now as I watched Mary frigging herself, my right hand was busy again and I was climbing to another climax. I could barely control my excitement as Mary stood over Harvey and masturbated, and when she held the rattan cane against his bright red cheeks, and I heard her speak,

" I promised you a dozen of the cane. Prepare yourself,"

my cunt was desperate for more.

As Harvey clenched his trembling muscles in anticipation, and Mary smiled grimly and measured the rod across them, my fingers moved more quickly. Then, Mary swivelled at the hips, flicked the rod behind her back, and brought it quickly forward again, using her elbow and wrist to add power to the stroke and drive the tip deep into his meaty behind. The cane whistled loudly, impacted with a crack, and wrapped itself across his curved cheeks. The flesh rippled, a stripe began to develop, and Harvey bawled.

"Nnnnnnno!!!"

His buttocks were still grinding frenziedly backwards and forwards, side to side, and up and down when a second stroke carved a fresh welt into his buttocks.

I felt no shame as I enjoyed his suffering, just curiosity and great pleasure, and as his buttocks clenched and writhed in pain, my cunt clenched in ecstasy. My orgasm was powerful and long - a third and fourth stroke were administered as I writhed in rapture, and Harvey felt the intolerable white-hot burn of the cane.

Sated, hot, and very sweaty, I withdrew my eye from the peephole and sat back. Although I could no longer see it, I could hear the punishment progressing as the cane whistled and cracked, over and over, eight further times, until finally, there was silence.

I sat still in the dark for several moments before I put my eye back to the hole and peered out. Mary was holding Harvey tight and comforting him. Then, as I watched, she made him lie on his belly on the bed, and I was able to see his swollen red bottom, traversed with crimson and blue stripes, and watch her gently rub cream into his wounds.

For several minutes, he lay recovering until Mary took him by the hand and led him from the room.

***

Alone, I slid the wardrobe open and was greeted with a blast of cool, fresh air. My arse was numb from sitting on the hard wooden stool, so I stood and stretched, crossed to the bed, and sat on it. The strap, cane and wand-vibrator still lay on the chair where Mary had left them, and as my eyes rested on the instruments of Harvey's punishment, I replayed in my mind what I had witnessed, lay on the bed, pulled up my skirt, closed my eyes, and started to play with myself.

I did not hear Mary enter the room. The first time I knew of her was when I heard her voice.

"My, we are a horny bitch aren't we?"

I opened my eyes and was shocked to see Mary standing by the bed, looking down at me. She was still naked and seemed amused. Almost without thinking, I removed my hand from between my legs and hurriedly pulled down my skirt.

"Please don't stop on account of me.... How many times did you come?"

"Three."

"That's twice more than me. Move over, take off your clothes, and give a girl a hand. I'm so fucking horny."

I slid toward the centre of the bed, slipped off my dress, and unclipped my bra, then Mary lay down beside me on the unmade mattress.

"I've never had a white woman," I said.

"Well, I've never fucked a black lady."

"I may be black, but I'm learning that I'm no lady."

"Your lessons haven't started yet."

She stopped talking for a moment, and I saw her studying me, her eyes lingering on my massive floppy its.

" Please turn over," she said.

I turned my back on her and, lying on my side, I heard her sigh, before I felt her soft tongue against my neck, then slowly run down the furrow of my back until she reached the cleft between my bum cheeks. I shivered with pleasure and anticipation, and she kissed each buttock in turn. When I turned back to face her, she was still looking at me.

"You have the most gorgeous bum and tits," she said.

"You mean big and round."

"I adore big and round."

We kissed, and then I felt the wand against my slit.

"You first," I said, taking the wand in my hand, turning it on, and pushing it gently against her bud.

We lay side by side. Legs parted and knees bent Her lips were sucking on my right nipple, her fingers gently rubbing my clit, and the wand hummed. There was only the moment and the pleasure as we gave and took. It seemed to last forever, but eventually, beside me, Mary stopped nibbling at my nipple and now stared open-mouthed, moaning softly, at the ceiling.

"I'm going to come," she whispered, then spoke again, this time louder and more urgently. "I'm going to come. I'm going to fucking come."

Suddenly, her entire body went rigid, and then she began to buck violently, her legs straight and toes pointed... and she screamed.

"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!"

As her pleasure subsided, and she lay quietly recovering, I withdrew the vibrator and spoke one word into her ear.

"More?"

"Oh, yes."

"Look at me. I want to watch you come."

She turned her face towards me, and as I peered across at her, I once again applied the toy to her snatch.

"Is it good?" I asked. "Is it good."

"I love it, I love it. Oh, how I love it."

Her eyes stared pleadingly at me, her mouth opened wide, her contorted face so beautiful in her need, and she gave a soft, long, drawn-out sigh of ecstasy and release.

"Ooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh."

When she recovered, Mary turned to me.

"Thank you she mouthed. Now come with me," and then she led me by the hand down the corridor and into her bedroom.

I couldn't help glancing up at the door as Mary shut it behind us. The hooks were now empty. In the middle of the room, the king-sized bed lay waiting with the cover drawn back, and we slid between pink satin sheets.

"Lie on your back," she whispered, before she sat astride my face and rubbed her juices over me.

I forced my tongue between her lips and found her button, then felt her part my slit with her fingers and slide a dildo into me. As I licked her sodden sex, she held a wand against my bud. I spread my legs wide to give her room to work my cunt, and while I continued to lap her swollen bud, above me, Mary ground herself against my face. Then, as our mutual pleasure grew, our movements became more frantic. She humped me in a frenzy, and as she pushed the vibrator hard against me, my tongue flicked rapidly up and down. Soon, her thighs began to tremble, before they tightened around me, and she climaxed. Moments later, I was overwhelmed by waves of pleasure in my cunt and clitoris, and I came too.

***

After that, my sex life improved immensely. Mary and I took our pleasures whenever and wherever we could, although our preference was for her to visit me. Wednesday afternoons were always the cook's and the gardener's day off, and one afternoon we scissored naked by the swimming pool. My orgasm was memorable. Sometimes she would sneak into the house, and I would feign a migraine and retire to my bedroom, where after a couple of hours of therapy, I would be "cured."

Despite this, at times I craved for a prick, and John was still not providing enough. At times, I wondered if there was another woman, but discarded the idea as silly. I thought it was more likely that familiarity, boredom, the stress of his job, or the length of time he spent abroad or on planes were to blame for his lack of interest.

That didn't help, of course, and I often found myself thinking of Harvey, particularly when I was alone, either in bed or sometimes in front of my computer. In bed, while masturbating I would relive his flogging, or imagine his long thick cock impaling me. In front of my computer, I would access online videos of women caning men and imagine it was Harvey suffering.

Eventually, I decided to try and do something about it. He could only say no after all. I had picked up a discarded business card of his from his home and knew his mobile number and his office number. I felt so clever when I bought a burner phone from a local supermarket, and then one day, a month after his caning in I rang him.

There was no reply.

Then I messaged him. Please phone me, Marlene.

And there was no reply.

It was all very frustrating, but then I thought of what Mary had promised him if he fucked me, and I began to wonder. Early that evening, the landline rang, and it was Harvey.

"Hello, Marlene," he said. "Is John there? "

"He's out, but if you want to meet, reply to my text message."

Ten minutes later, my phone pinged.

What do U want?

To meet for lunch

Did Mary put U up to this?

Of course not. I haven't asked her permission or John's. I'm in town on Wednesday. Can we meet for lunch at the Spanish restaurant on Bishopsgate at 12.30? I plan to be busy later.

There was no immediate reply, and after fifteen minutes, I left the phone in the lounge and went into the kitchen to warm up some stew for dinner. When I returned to it, an hour later, there was a reply.

OK

I replied immediately.

Delete this message stream.

Then I did exactly that.

***

Wednesday, just before half past twelve, I was sitting at a table drinking a glass of chilled white wine when Harvey appeared. He crossed the room, kissed me on the cheek, and sat.

"Hello, Marlene."

"Hello, Harvey. I'm glad you could make it."

"I nearly didn't come."

"Why's that?"

"Mary wouldn't approve."

"Does Mary have to approve of everything you do?"

"Not if they're harmless."

"What could be more harmless than lunch with me?"

"Many things I suspect."

I said nothing and waited for him to speak again.

"Why did you ask me here?" He asked.

Before I could answer, the waiter appeared, and we ordered a selection of tapas and a glass of wine for Harvey. When the waiter left, I spoke.

"Now, where were we? Oh, yes. To answer your question. I've booked a room in a hotel near here. I paid cash. Would you like to spend the afternoon with me?"

"I saw him stiffen in surprise. Are you serious?"

"Of course, I am."

"Then, yes. I'd like that."

"Good, that's settled, but first I need to eat."

***

The hotel was not far away, and we walked quickly. I had already taken a key card for our room, and we walked quickly to the elevator, past a disinterested concierge busy with his computer. On the way over, Harvey seemed nervous, glancing around us as we walked.

"Relax, Harvey," I said. "We're miles from your office, or anywhere we can be recognised, and in London, nobody cares. We're just an unmarried pair of strangers, a tall, slim, white man and a short, plump, black woman going for an illicit fuck."

Once, in the elevator, and the door closed, he changed. He put his arms around me and kissed me. It was long and passionate and full of need. I hadn't had a man kiss me like that in a long time, and I trembled with excitement.

Once we reached the eighth floor, it was just a few yards to the room, and once inside, I threw my handbag on the bed and started to strip quickly. In front of me, Harvey was doing the same, and in a few moments, we stood facing one another. He was beautiful, but my eyes were unavoidably drawn to his long, thick penis. It was hard and angry, and it was pointed directly at me.

Harvey was looking across at me, and I watched his eyes linger on my boobs and snatch until he looked me in the eyes.

"You're beautiful."

"You don't need to say anything. No talk. No foreplay. Just put that inside me and fuck me."

I lay in the centre of the bed with my legs spread, knees bent.

"I want it hard and fast," I groaned.

I didn't have to wait. He rolled between my legs, looked down at me, and slowly slid his entire length onto me. His penis stretched and filled me - I had never felt so full. When he was all the way inside of me, he stopped and smiled.

"Please give it to me, "I pleaded.

The rapture of the following minutes is almost indescribable, although I will try. Supporting himself on his elbows, he began to pull his penis in and out. Slowly at first, and then faster and faster, he drove himself backwards and forward. Grunting, eyes fixed on me, he fucked me like a whore. He had no thought for my pleasure, only his own, whilst for me, there was only my cunt and clit and the long hard penis sliding against them. It was raw, unloving, lust-driven, selfish animalistic fucking, and it was wonderful. His balls slapped, my cunt farted, the mattress creaked, the bedboard banged against the wall, he grunted, and I softly groaned.

I raised my thighs off the mattress and tightened them around him, and then I came - my orgasm started deep inside my cunt and rapidly spread to encompass my clit and lips and anus, as my thighs trembled, my toes curled, and I screamed.

Harvey didn't stop, he just kept on banging me, and so my orgasm rolled on and on, for thirty seconds or a minute - I have no way of knowing.

"Enough," I panted, "Enough."

Then he stopped. He didn't withdraw, but stayed immobile, looking down at me as I slowly recovered before he started to move again. It took only moments for a second orgasm to hit me long and hard, and then he paused again. Then, over the next few minutes, I came another three or four times before he flipped me over head down, booty raised and fucked me doggy style.

Never had I felt a prick so deep inside of me The feeling in my cunt was indescribable, and fresh waves of pleasure began to build inside of me just as I felt his penis start to swell.

"I'm going to come, I'm going to come," I screeched.

Then, just as I heard him groan and felt his warm semen flooding into me, the muscles of my cunt clamped around him, my buttocks and thighs clenched, and I nearly fainted with bliss.

***

We dressed and got ready to leave. Harvey was returning to the office. I was planning to travel back to Weybridge.

"When can I see you again?" he asked.

"Next week. How's Tuesday morning?"

"Monday afternoon would be better. It's sooner."

"I'll book a hotel; a half dozen stops from your office on the tube. Let's meet late morning. I'll text you its name. Buy yourself a burner, then text me the number, and keep the phone in your office."

Suddenly, I had a thought.

"When I messaged you, did you think that Mary was trying to trap you?" I asked. "Surely she's not that duplicitous?"

"You don't know her like I know her," he replied. "She has all sorts of tricks."

"You should know her best. She's your wife. Anyway, it's too late to worry now," I said. "The deed is done, and you were fucking wonderful. Nobody will find out unless someone tells her, and it won't be me. Don't worry."

I didn't tell him that I knew exactly what would happen to him if Mary found out. I suspected my big fat black arse would get a painful warming as well, and whilst I was curious about how it felt. I wasn't keen on experiencing it.

"We're going to have to be very careful," I said.

***

One morning in late autumn, the telephone rang. It was Mary on the other end of the line. I was slightly surprised to hear her voice since I had arranged to see her that evening. John was away in New York on business for a week, and because it was half term, Eric was on a school trip to Paris. Since I was due to see her later for a "sleepover," I wondered if she would cancel. I hoped not, as I was feeling horny and it was too late to arrange an afternoon liaison with Harvey in a hotel in London. As it happened, I needn't have worried; she was inviting me over for coffee and a chat.

It turned out to be something more. We were sitting in the lounge, and Mary was telling me about a new Brazilian restaurant in town, when Millie entered with a tray of coffee and biscuits. She seemed nervous and apprehensive and avoided looking at Mary, and I wondered what had happened. She had just placed the biscuits on the table and started to pour the coffee when, in her nervous state, she accidentally spilt a half cup of the hot liquid into my lap. It burnt me, and I jumped up in pain, pulling at my skirt as I moved.

"Owwww!" I exclaimed.

Mary was the first to react. Dim-witted Millie just stood and gawked.

"Millie, get some cold water and a cloth, and be quick about it," she snapped.

As Millie rushed to do as she was told, Mary turned to me.

"Are you alright? Did it burn you?"

I was still standing and looked down at the dark stain on my white dress, took hold of the hem and pulled it up slowly to reveal my thighs. Apart from a slight pinkness on the upper right thigh, where there was a little residual burning, there was no real damage.

"I'll live," I said. "I'm not sure about the dress."

I sat down, and a minute later, Millie appeared holding a bowl of water and a towel.

"Hurry up, you silly girl," said Mary.

"Thank you, Millie," I said, taking the towel, moistening it in the cold water, wringing it, and putting it over the burnt skin.

Millie looked distraught.

"I'm sorry, Mrs Dawson, I really am. It was an accident."

Then she began to cry. I was perplexed. I had never really thought of Millie as a person before. She was a female servant who wore a plain black knee-length dress and a white blouse, who was always in the background, and I had never said more than a few words to her. Now, I saw a pretty, plump, dark-haired young lady in her mid-twenties crying and sniffling.

"It's not important, Millie. I'm fine, and it's only a dress."

"But it's not fine, is it?" said Mary." Tell Mrs Dawson why I invited her here today."

Millie said nothing but continued to sniffle.

"Tell her, or it will be worse for you."

"To see me punished, Madam."

"How much do I pay you to live in this house and work for me?"

"A lot, Madam."

"Yes, a lot. Twice the going rate plus board and lodgings, and for that, I expect complete loyalty and obedience. I don't care that Harvey fucks you. I care that Mrs Hewitt thinks she saw you in the same hotel as him. For that, I was going to give you a dozen with the whip, but now you've earned yourself a half a dozen more. Please fetch everything we will need to the hall and prepare yourself. We will be along shortly."

She paused.

"A thought. First, clean up this mess and bring us a fresh pot of coffee. I'll pour."

Five minutes later, Millie appeared with a fresh pot of coffee and promptly left - I presumed, to prepare herself. Mary was in no hurry to deal with her; her good humour had returned, and she lingered over her coffee.

"There's no hurry," she said. "We'll let her stew... and I need to tell you something. I haven't been candid with you, and I hope you'll forgive me. Millie knows I spank Harvey because she gets the same when necessary. I want my home to run smoothly, and discipline is part of the terms of her employment.

While I'm fucking you, I can hardly blame Harvey for screwing her. After all, fucking her is harmless, and he's never going to give up my money for her. I can forgive Harvey for his indiscretions with her, but the silly girl must learn to be discreet, and that is why she is to be disciplined.

She was going to get a dozen, but her nerves have earned her six more. I asked you here today to watch her thrashing since you enjoyed Harvey's so much."

I said nothing. I didn't care if Harvey was poking Millie. I was only glad that Mrs Hewitt hadn't spotted me.

***

When we reached the large entry hall, Millie was sitting on a chair by the wall. She had moved an antique, heavy oak console table to the centre of the room, and six lengths of rope and a black rubber whip lay waiting on top of it.

"Fetch a dining chair, Millie, and put it at the far end of the table."

Millie disappeared, and a minute later, she reappeared with the chair and put it in place.

"Take your clothes off."

It took Millie only a moment, and then she was naked. She was a big, tall girl with pale white skin, huge, flabby buttocks, and big floppy breasts. She had rolls of fat at her waist and a big, round belly. She was shameless and made no attempt to cover her dark, hairy bush.

"Over the table, legs spread."

She lay over the long, narrow table, and Mary bound her ankles and thighs to the table legs. Bent flat over the table with her belly and boobs pressed hard against the table, the huge expanse of Millie's milk white buttocks lay, skin stretched, waiting for the whip. Her hands, as yet unbound, were stretched out in front of her. I expected to be asked to sit where I could watch the whip fall upon Millie's arse, but Mary had other ideas. She turned to me and spoke.

"I want you to sit and hold her wrists while I deliver the first dozen, but she spilt the coffee on you and it's only fair that you deliver the last six, if you feel able."

I didn't hesitate.

"I'll do my best."

***

I sat on the chair at the end of the table facing Millie, reached forward and firmly gripped her wrists, then drew her towards me. Our faces were only a few feet apart, and I could see the fear and apprehension in her eyes as she waited for the punishment to begin.

Behind her, Mary had picked up the whip and was standing to the left of Millie's rear end. She held the rubber instrument loosely in her right hand and, for the first time, I got a proper look at it. It was a rod made of semi-rigid black rubber, around thirty inches long, two inches in diameter at the knobbed handle, tapering to a half inch at the rounded tip.

"Hold on tight, Marlene, she's going to struggle.

She laid the rod across Millie's bottom and waited for a few seconds before nodding at me. I tightened my grip as, in front of me, Mary drew the rubber rod quickly behind her back and, in one movement, brought it forward and down. The whip impacted with a loud crack, and for a moment, Millie did not react.

Until the pain hit, and her body shook, her eyes grew wide, and she blew air from her mouth. Then, reacquainted with the pain the whip could cause, she waited, and shortly she was rewarded. This time, the crack of rubber on flesh was louder. Millie jerked violently and cried out.

"Owwwwww!"

And then the third stroke landed.

"Owwwwww!"

When the fourth stroke landed, she began to cry, and after that, her crying and sobbing were continuous. All the time, mouth wide open, she stared straight at me, but I was unsure she saw me as she suffered, writhed, and jerked in a vain attempt to escape the rod. Then, after six strokes, Mary paused.

"Time for a break. A good whipping is like a good fucking. It should take a while and not be over too soon. Don't you agree, Millie?"

Millie said nothing. I don't think Mary expected an answer. Millie had stopped crying when I taunted her with another question. It was unnecessary and cruel, but it's in my nature.

"Does it hurt?" I whispered. "I hope it hurts."

This time, Millie answered. Her voice was soft and surprisingly clear.

"You poor, silly cow, you'll soon learn how much it hurts. It's too late for you already."

I guess I should have listened to all of what she said, but I didn't. I only heard her insult me, and that's not the most sensible thing to do to somebody who's about to whip your naked arse.

"It's time," said Mary.

The slap of rubber on flesh was followed by a piercing shriek, and Millie pulled at me with such force that I nearly let go of her right wrist. Her fingers clenched and then slowly relaxed, and her panicked gasping began again. Mary was unhurried, leaving Millie time to process every stroke and anticipate the next. As each of the remaining five strokes was slowly meted out and Millie sobbed, cried, and gurgled, I watched with increasing satisfaction. When her dozen was completed, Mary put down the whip.

"Give her five minutes, then it's your turn."

I let go of her wrists and smiled.

"You shouldn't have spilt coffee on me, and you most especially shouldn't have called me a silly cow."

Then Mary and I swapped places, and I crossed to where she had left the whip and picked it up. It was heavier than I expected, the rubber hard and smooth, and very flexible. I turned to Millie and inspected her bum. Where it had been pristine white, her flesh was now crisscrossed with a dozen vivid red weals, a tapestry of pain. Soon, I would add fresh marks, and I gripped the cane, assumed my position, measured the whip across her arse, and prepared to strike. I looked expectantly at Mary and saw her firmly grasp Millie's wrists and draw her forward. She said two words.

"She's ready."

I raised the rod over my head and brought it crashing down across her bum. The tip impacted in the middle of the far cheek, the body of the whip in the centre of her backside. There was a loud slapping sound, and just for a moment, her flabby bottom completely swallowed the rod, before it bounced away, leaving a rippling mass of flesh with a long red line appearing where it had landed. I barely had time to appreciate my handiwork when Millie yelled,

"Ohhhhhhhhhhh fuckkkkk"

And her buttocks began to jerk.

Then I waited for her to stop moving and gave it to her again,...... much harder, and her screams nearly took the roof off.

By the time I had added six more welts to Millie's tortured butt I had learned a lot about myself. I felt empowered, pleasure for a job well done, and no sympathy or remorse. I also knew that I fancied Millie and would fuck her in a heartbeat.

Millie had learned that whilst I might be a poor, fat cow, I was certainly a cruel, heartless bitch.

***

About a week later, in the mid-afternoon, the telephone rang, and when I replied, it was Mary. Almost immediately, I sensed something was wrong, and soon I found out what it was.

"Today, Millie told me something that Harvey told her."

"Yes?"

"It was pillow talk."

"OK?"

"She said he told her he was fucking you."

I said nothing.

"Are you still there?"

"I'm here."

"Well, are you fucking him?"

"Yes."

"You crossed the line. Marlene, both of you. We need to discuss this when I've had time to think. Can we talk tomorrow?"

***

In the morning, I visited Mary. Millie greeted me warmly and smiled knowingly.

"Good morning, Mrs Dawson."

Mary was in her normal buoyant mood and acting as if nothing had happened. At first, she avoided the topic of Harvey until eventually, I could wait no longer.

"I'm sorry, Mary. Are we still friends?"

"Of course we are. I've had time to think about things, and I'm no hypocrite. Our marriage isn't a normal one. He fucks Millie, I fuck you and Millie....."

I stared in surprise.

"You and Millie?"

"The time for secrets has passed. Now, as I was saying, he fucks Millie, I fuck you and Millie, and now Harvey fucks you. When you fuck Millie the circle will be complete."

She frowned.

"There will be consequences, of course. Harvey will need to be punished because he disobeyed me. The paddle and the rubber whip will be remarkably effective, but that need not concern you, although you may wish to watch.

The second matter does concern you. Millie is upset that she was punished for screwing Harvey and is adamant you deserve the same. I told her that was quite ridiculous, of course, but she has remained insistent. I fear you have little choice because if you don't agree, she plans to tell John about your affairs with Harvey and me."

I stared at her in horror.

"She can't do that. He'll divorce me. Tell her she can't. Tell her you'll sack her if she breathes a word of this."

"I can't do that."

"Can't or won't?"

"Won't, then. She's good at her job, accepts my rules, and is an exceptionally good fuck."

I stopped talking and stared into my lap, thinking. When I looked up again, Mary was smiling.

"One dozen of the rubber whip," she said, and Millie keeps her mouth shut."

I nodded in defeat.

***

Mary summoned Millie to the living room, and presently she appeared.

"Yes, Ma'am."

"Mrs Dawson has accepted a flogging as you wished. Do you have anything you want to say to her? "

Millie smiled.

"Thank you, Ma'am, but no. I'll let the whip do the talking when I take it to her big naked black buttocks. She asked me if it hurt. She's going to learn just how much."

"You're going to let HER whip me?" I gasped at Mary.

"Or she'll tell your husband."

"Whose idea was this?"

"Does it matter?"

***

I had plenty of time to anticipate my punishment. I worried that John would see my welts, and so I persuaded Mary to wait until one Friday morning when he was due to fly out to China for a twelve-day business trip. I figured If I fucked him the night before he flew, the worst of the damage would be gone by the time he returned and based on his present interest he wouldn't want to screw me for at least another month or so. Friday evening, Etic could sleep over at his friend James's house.

So, on Thursday evening, I did something I hadn't done in months. As we lay in bed, I pulled back the bed sheets and started to suck John's dick. To my surprise and satisfaction, that night, the sex was better than it had been for some time. When he flipped me over and took me from behind, I wondered how my arse was going to look and feel in just over twelve hours, and as I relived whipping Millie's big. white. flabby bum, my orgasms were mind-blowing in their intensity. Only later did I wonder what John's fantasy might have been. His prick was like a ramrod as he drove himself in and out of me.

***

Late the following morning, when Eric was at school. John was in the air, and Harvey was at work, they bound me naked across the console table in the hall. They made a point of showing me the whip, and if they were trying to frighten me, it worked. It was identical to the one I'd used on Millie, and I'd seen the damage it could do. I waited, trembling, for my ordeal to begin.

"It's never been used before," said Mary. "After today, it will be used only on you."

"The first dozen of many," said Millie.

I heard them moving somewhere behind me and felt the rubber rod resting against my bum cheeks. Then, it was lifted away, and a moment later, I heard a crack and felt the impact of the rod driving into my flesh. At first, I was surprised that there was no pain, but then, in milliseconds, it hit me, and I felt as if a white-hot poker had been laid across my backside. The initial pain was atrocious, and then, in the space of seconds, it grew to a crescendo of agony before starting to ebb away, leaving a raw, deep throbbing. I puffed my cheeks and groaned. I don't know if I struggled against the ropes that tied me - the pain was all-consuming.

Time passed, and Millie waited. Then, I heard her voice, soft and gentle.

"I'll ask the same question you asked me. Does it hurt?"

"Oh, yes. It burns."

"And it keeps on getting worse," she replied. "That's a promise."

Suddenly, without warning, the rubber whip sliced into my buttocks, and a further band of fire erupted, followed quickly by another and another, and now, there was nothing in my universe but my pain. I tried to cry "stop," but the word stuck in my throat, and instead I gurgled and blubbered. I wasn't sure I could tolerate any more, except I had no choice, as Millie slowly and deliberately applied seven further strokes. Then, she stopped.

"The horny bitch," said Millie. "She's wet. She's going to need a sound fucking tonight."

And I became aware of something unexpected. Between my legs, my juices were flowing, and I was starting to drip. Behind me, my tormentor had noticed too.

"One more to go, and she deserves something special," continued Millie." I'm going to place the tip in her anal cleft, but to do that I'll need your help, Ma'am. Can you stand on her right, pull her right bum cheek toward yourself with your palms, and hold her crack wide open?"

I felt a pair of hands placed flat between my bum cheeks, gently pulling them apart. My globes are big and round. and this exposed fresh, tender, untouched, virgin flesh.

"Like this, Millie?"

"That's perfect, Ma'am. Be sure to keep your hands apart, well out of the way."

I understood what Millie was planning, and I trembled in anticipation. I felt Mary's hands firmly part my bum cheeks, and the hard rubber rod was placed against my left buttock. I held my breath and steeled myself, and the rod was lifted away. This time, as it fell, I heard a whirring, and as the whip impacted on my left cheek, cracking like a pistol shot, it wrapped itself around the curve and the tip bit deep inside my crack.

The pain was atrocious, exquisite, indescribable in its fury, and I screamed. I jerked and fought against my bonds so violently that I moved the table. This time, it took longer for the pain to reach a tolerable level, and then I lay still,

Behind me, I heard Mary's voice.

"Enough, Millie. She's had enough. That's a dozen."

***

The relief was indescribable, and so was the euphoria. I had experienced my first flogging, the throbbing in my buttocks was almost (but not quite) pleasant, and I was wet and oh so horny. They released me from the ropes that tied me to the table, and then, while Mary went to fetch me a glass of brandy. Millie rubbed salve gently into my bruised and battered backside.

"I never whipped a black arse before, and yours is beautiful."

"It was more beautiful before."

"I disagree. This bum was made for flogging."

"And have you fucked a black woman before?"

"I've never had that pleasure."

"Come to me later, and you'll get your opportunity."

***

We went to bed in the early evening, and by midnight, it was not just my bum that was sore and tingling. Millie was insatiable. She licked and toyed and fingered me to a dozen noisy orgasms and took as many in return. Afterwards, we lay together and talked.

"How long have you worked for Mrs Araña*?

"Since I was nineteen. She fucked me the day after I started to work and caned me for the first time a week later. I enjoyed the fucking, loved and hated the caning, and the pay was good, so I stayed. My mother understood men. She taught me that the way to a man's heart was not through his stomach. 'The way to a man's wallet is through his penis,' she would say, and the way to Mrs Araña's is between her legs following a sound bare bottom thrashing - one she delivers or one she receives.

Like you, I'm bi, sadistic, masochistic, a top, a bottom, and I love sex. That's what makes us so good at it. Most men may want a skinny trophy woman on their arm for the world to see, but for a mistress, they want a real woman to fuck - a filthy-minded, built-for-comfort plumper. Women are not as shallow as men; they don't want a skinny thing either. They want a comfortable fuck.

Your husband is the exception to the rule. His wife is big and round."

She paused before continuing. I sensed she was leading up to something.

"And so is his mistress."

"Who?" I gasped.

"His Mistress. She's also big and round, but very white."

"You?"

"Yes."

"You fucking whore."

"Not totally unfair, I suppose. Indirectly, I've been paid to screw him, but I would have done him for free."

"How long."

"As long as you've been fucking my mistress. She told me to seduce him. You can't complain, his infidelity has been with only one person, while you've been fucking three others."

She smiled.

"He has a lovely penis. I've felt it spurting in my hands, between my tits, and in my mouth and cunt, but he likes to put it up my arse the most. I gather that's not your thing. His bum is gorgeous, well-muscled, built to thrust, and built to take a sound caning. Sometime soon, Mrs Araña will instruct me to threaten him with exposure and give him a simple choice.

Maybe she'll invite you to sit in the wardrobe."

***

The following day, I visited Mary.

"How do you feel?" she asked.

"Sore."

"Of course you do. That's how it should be. I meant, how do you feel?"

"Tricked by you, and angry with John."

"Ah, Millie told you then?"

"She did."

"So why are you angry with John? He's human like the rest of us."

"I thought he was better than me, and he deceived me. Not fair, I know."

"Well, he'll be made to pay for his infidelity. He may grow to like it."

"You really are a cunning bitch."

"It's in my nature and my name. Santiago gave it to me when we married, and I kept it."

She smiled, and fleetingly, I wondered what lay behind it.

"When I discovered your affair with Harvey, you asked me a question? Are we still friends? Now I'm asking you the same thing."

"Of course, we are."

"And you're mine too. Now. come with me."

She led me through the hall, up the stairs, and into her bedroom, and there, naked and waiting on top of the bed, was Millie. I turned in surprise to Mary who was already starting to undo her dress.

"Friends," she said.

Behind her, on the wall, hanging by their leather loops, were a wooden paddle and a rubber whip.

She turned and saw what I was looking at.

"For Harvey."

From the bed, I heard Millie's voice.

"I'll deal with your husband, the weekend after."

Then, in my mind's eye, I saw John, bound over the console table, screaming as Mary held his bum cheeks apart, and Millie mercilessly laid on the hard rubber whip.

Between my legs, I dripped, and then I stripped naked and got into bed.

***

* Araña - Spanish word meaning spider