SORE BOTTOMS 2 by Veronica Beacher

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Punishing Hubby’s Toy

          Alexandra sat back in her chair and looked down at the pictures, one classical eye raised as she examined the remarkable poses and positions Geoffrey had managed to accomplish.

          "Fascinating," she said.

          "The woman's name is Christine Moore. He calls her Chrissy," Winslow said.

          "Of course he does," she said, smiling tolerantly at the man.

          "The apartment is nothing special. A condo on the shore."

          "And this...Chrissy person?"

          "Age thirty-one. Height, five feet two. Measurement - ."

          "I can see the measurements myself, thank you."

          Alexandra examined one of the pictures. In it the woman, Chrissy, was kneeling on all fours - like a bitch in heat, she thought - her breasts hanging below, heavy and round, like udders.

          "I suppose that's what my husband sees in her."

          "She's not very educated. She worked as a waitress before your husband found her. Now she's attending a local hairdressing college."

          Alexandra snorted.

          "Anything else, ma'am?"

          She gazed at a full face shot. The girl had reasonably attractive brown hair, thick and straight, shoulder length, and a round, attractive face, but she wasn't in Alex's class.

          "No. Thank you. You've done a quite excellent job."

          The man bobbed his head, then left, leaving Alexandra alone with the pictures of her husband and the waitress.

          "Now what should I do about you?" she said aloud, examining another picture, this one of the girl with her hands bound - apparently quite willingly - behind her back, on her knees, with her behind sticking up in the air. Geoffrey was kneeling behind her.

          "Disgusting," she sighed.

          Christine unlocked the door and carried her bag inside, then closed and locked it behind her. She hummed softly as she crossed the living room into the kitchen and put the groceries on the counter. Then, frowning, she turned and stepped back into the doorway, looking out into the living room.

          "How do you do?" the woman there said.

          "Who are you?" Christine gasped, drawing back in alarm.

          "Don't worry, child. Come in."

          Christine frowned as she edged forward. The woman sitting there was clad in an elegant looking, obviously expensive tailored suit. She wore a heavy diamond and emerald choker, and her blonde hair was exquisitely coiffed, slipping over her shoulders in a golden wave.

          Christine felt shabby, by comparison, suddenly very aware of her torn and faded denim shorts and too-tight green halter top. Her soft brown hair was bound behind her head in a pony tail and she looked around worriedly as she moved closer to the woman sitting on her sofa.

          "It's a nice little place. And I suppose as an investment it isn't too much a waste of time."

          "Who are you?"

          "Come closer, child."

          "I'm not a child," she said indignantly. "You don't look any older than me."

          "Ages older in reality. Come closer. I want to meet my husband's new plaything."

          Christine gasped, and started to blush as her heart beat faster.

          "Y-you're Alexandra Kennings."

          "Charmingly insightful of you."

          Christine's flush deepened.

          "Care to look? They're quite good." She inclined the toe of a pointed boot at a collection of pictures sitting on the coffee table and Christine bent over, gasping as she shuffled through them.

          Her kneeling with her lips around Geoff's manhood. Her on her back, legs spread wide. Her with her knees pulled back against her chest. Her straddling Geoff, his erection quite visible just before she slid down it.

          Her face turned beet red, and her skin felt hot as she whipped through them.

          "How did you get these?" she gasped, horrified.

          "I have my sources. Now the question is what should I do with you?"

          Christine couldn't face her. She looked down at the floor beneath her, terribly embarrassed in front of this sophisticated woman, squirming with guilt and shame at having been caught in an affair, in adultery.

          She hadn't known at first, though she'd guessed quickly. But Geoffrey was so generous, and offering to let her stay at this gorgeous condo, and pay her way through college was like a dream. It was a hope for a better life, for getting out of the miserable hand to mouth existence she'd led for ten years as a waitress.

          "You certainly have large breasts, Chrissy. But then I suppose that's what Geoffrey sees in you. He's always had a child-like fascination with them."

          She looked down at her own nearly flat chest.

          "Anyway," she sighed, raising her eyes. "Let's see them."

          "P-P-Pardon?" Christine stared.

          "Strip. I want to see what my money has been paying for."

          "I'm not a whore!" Chrissy gulped.

          "Of course you are. Now, get out of those clothes so I can inspect the merchandise."

          She shook her head.

          "Do you like living here? Like going to college?"

          Chrissy nodded worriedly.

          "You see, my husband can have a mistress, so long as I'm satisfied she's the right mistress. No threat to me, in other words. No do as I say and I might let you keep staying here and going to your silly hairdresser school."

          Chrissy looked down, swallowing repeatedly.

          "Now!"

          Chrissy jumped in alarm, then, looking down at the pictures in shame, she slowly reached up and undid the straps of her halter, letting it slide down. She covered her breasts with one arm, or tried to, then undid her belt, and her cutoffs, slowly pushing them down her legs and stepping out of them.

          "The panties too."

          "B-But why?" she whispered.

          "Because I say so."

          Chrissy took a deep breath, then, flame faced, she slipped her thumb into the string of her panties and slipped them down, bending over, then stepping out.

          She stood there with her hand cupping her sex, her arm over her breasts.

          "Stand straight and put your arms down, girl. Now!"

          She shuddered, then obeyed, heart pounding and chest heaving as she drew her shoulders back and let her arms fall to her side. She stood naked under the other woman's contemptuous gaze.

          And yet, after a minute had passed, the shame began to fade somewhat. Chrissy knew she had an excellent body. Even at thirty-two it was firm and fit, with high, firm rounded breasts, a narrow waist, and nicely sculpted legs.

          And Chrissy had been seen naked by many men and woman. She was a very sexual person and had had more affairs than she could remember. That was why she had decided to let Geoffrey pay for her room and board and tuition in exchange for sex. She loved sex, after all, and though he wasn't all that good at it, Geoffrey was at least enthusiastic and loving.

          She shifted her weight from one foot to the other as the woman continued to look at her, wondering what she was thinking, wondering if she would really let her continue to stay in her little condo. She knew that Geoffrey was very much under this woman's thumb.

          And now so was she.

          "You realize you've been a very naughty girl, Chrissy."

          Chrissy nodded weakly. Alexandra talked to her as if she were a child, but she felt like she were in comparison.

          "You'll have to be punished first. Then we can decide on your future."

          "P-Punished?" she gulped.

          "Don't you think you merit punishment?"

          "I-I...yes."

          "Well good. Come here."

          Chrissy shuffled forward, getting more embarrassed the closer she got, until she was standing next to the chair.

          "Yes, a very naughty girl. I think you need a spanking at least," Alex purred.

          Chrissy's eyes widened in shock as Alex gripped her wrist and yanked her over her lap.

          "What? You can't! I won't - ."

          "You'll do what I say, little one," Alex growled.

          "I'm a grown woman! You can't..."

          She wriggled in Alex's grasp, thrashing and twisting as she sought to break free, but Alex pulled her arms together behind her back, pinning her slim wrists together with one of her large, stronger hands and then giving the brunette's shapely rear a hard swat.

          "Settle down!" she ordered.

          Chrissy obeyed, gasping, panting for breath.

          "Silly child," Alex purred as her hand slipped down onto her buttocks. "But a very nice little derriere, I must say."

          Her hand moved slowly over the rounded surface of Chrissy's behind as the brunette gasped, wide-eyed, and turned her head to look.

          "Yes, indeed. I can see what Geoffrey sees in you."

          "Please Mrs - ."

          "Silence!"

          Her hand continued to caress her behind, and Chrissy turned her head back forward, mind swirling, stomach churning with embarrassment and worry. She gasped again, head whipping around as she felt the tall blonde woman's fingers slip down between her buttocks and in between her thighs.

          Alex palmed her mound and squeezed softly.

          "D-Don't!" Chrissy gasped.

          "Why? I'm paying for it."

          Chrissy felt new shame at the words, yet something else started to rise within her as well. The touch of the beautiful blonde was distinctly sexual, and her lusts were easily wakened. She could sense them waking now as she began to realize the blonde woman's intentions were not entirely chaste.

          "Are you ready for your spanking, you nasty little thing?"

          "I... please don't hit hard," she gulped.

          "I'll decide that, naughty girl."

          Her finger probed along her cleft, then slipped inside, sliding easily through the soft folds of flesh until it was inside her to the knuckle. Then it pulled out, and a moment later she yelped as the hand cracked down across her backside.

          "What a nice tan you have," Alex said in a conversational tone.

          Her hand slapped down again, and Chrissy gasped from the stinging pain.

          "I don't want you in any doubt about who Geoffrey belongs to, dear," Alex purred.

          She looked down at the shapely buttocks, raised her hand, letting her fingers slide along it lightly, then cracked down against the center of the right cheek. She felt Chrissy jerk under the blow, heard her gasp of pain, and observed the flesh going pink where her hand had struck.

          She smiled and aimed at the same spot again, her hand stinging as it smacked against the brunette's buttock, which jiggled as the pink spread.

          Her hand slapped against the other cheek, drawing another whine of protest as that cheek began to pinken too.

          "Oww! Stop! You can't...can't spank meee!" Chrissy wailed.

          "But I'm already doing it," she said in a reasonable voice.

          With that her hand began to slap down against Chrissy's backside in steady, firm motions, the sound of flesh against flesh filling the small room as her rounded rear began to pinken, then redden.

          Chrissy gasped and moaned as she felt a glow of heat coming from her soft behind, felt the steady little stings from Alex's spanking hand as it continued to strike her defenceless buttocks.

          Her mind spun and shifted, filled with shame at being so contemptuously drawn across the other woman's lap naked for a spanking. And yet...and yet she felt something else as well. The sheer outrage of her being spanked like this was starting to make her loins throb.

          Spanking was not inherently part of sex play, but it certainly could be, and to Chrissy's mind any time she was naked was rousing. Any time she was naked with another person far more so.

          She gasped as Alex's hand spanked down harder than normal, and the needlepoint of pain stabbed deeper. Her behind was flaming now and getting hotter as the other woman continued to rain a steady rain of blows against her behind.

          "Ooh!" she gasped. "Not so hard!"

          "Bad girl," Alex replied.

          Her hand continued to crack down against Chrissy's burning hot flesh, and Chrissy could not help squirming now, gasping and wriggling as she tried to protect her aching buttocks.

          Alex was spanking harder and harder, and the stings were becoming jagged sharp as her mistreated flesh absorbed fresh punishment. Her legs kicked weakly and tears began to fill her eyes.

          "It huuurts!" she gasped, her voice breaking off into a sob.

          "Fit punishment," Alex replied, not halting at all.

          Chrissy began to squirm harder, and Alex halted with a glare, then looked down at the narrow belt, a rope belt which was in the loops of Chrissy's abandoned cutoffs.

          She held on to the brunette, who was struggling much less now that the spanking had halted, while reaching down and tugging the slim rope belt free of the cutoffs.

          Then she wrapped it carefully around one of Chrissy's wrists, tied it off, then pulled her other arm back behind her and carefully bound her wrists together.

          "Wha...what are you...doing?" Chrissy moaned, her head turning from one side to the other as she tried to see behind her.

          Then Alex's hand cracked down hard against her upturned buttocks again and Chrissy yowled as she began to struggle anew. She realized almost instantly that it was hopeless now, however, and stopped her struggles, whimpering as Alex's hand slapped against her behind again and again.

          Her cheeks were so red now that each time her hand struck it left a white mark behind. Several times she paused, just to give the brunette hope, sliding her hand over her buttocks as she measured the heat radiating from them.

          Then she'd start to spank again, her hand as red as Chrissy's buttocks as it cracked down mercilessly. Chrissy's whimpers and sniffles became sobs as she bawled at the pain her rear.

          "Now, now," Alex said after another minute of spanking.

          Her hand slowed, then caressed the hot red flesh gently.        "You're a big girl. Stop acting like a baby."

          She slipped her hand between Chrissy's thighs and palmed her mons again, squeezing it. Then she drew her fingers back and slipped them into the brunette, pumping slowly as Chrissy groaned weakly.

          She reached down beside the chair then and picked something up, holding it in front of Chrissy's red face.

          "I found this earlier when I was looking around. I suppose this is an indication Geoffrey isn't quite enough satisfaction for you."

          "I-I-I - ."

          "Yes, well, never mind. As long as it's only plastic you're using. No other lovers but Geoffrey while you're in this condo. Clear?"

          "Y-Ye... yess," Chrissy gulped, sniffling still.

          Alex pressed the tip of the round plastic tube against Chrissy's gasping mouth, then abruptly pushed it in.

          Chrissy gasped, blinking her eyes and trying to pull her head back.

          "Show me how you do it, Chrissy," Alex said."Show me what you do to my husband."

          Once again Chrissy felt ashamed, ashamed at what this women knew, at her degrading position, and at the overwhelming control the blonde had over her. She seemed totally self-possessed and powerful while Chrissy was...helpless..in all respects.

          She found herself envying her, and then even admiring her, despite what she was doing.

          She let her lips close uncertainly around the head of the rubber phallus, licking at it as Alexandra undid the pony tail and let her hair loose, then slipped her fingers through it.

          A moment later she drew the dildo back and Chrissy gasped as she felt it probing at her sex.

          "Lovely little toys, aren't they?" she said.

          She twisted the dildo slowly, then pushed in, and Chrissy gasped as she felt herself pierced, felt the thick pink dildo slipping deeper into the soft folds of her body.

          "Oh!" she gasped. "Oh! Please I - ."

          "Yeees," Alex asked, arching an eyebrow as she slipped another few inches into the brunette's pussy.

          She let her thumb ease in beneath her and push up against her clitoris, rubbing in a slow, circular motion as she pushed the dildo deeper.

          Chrissy groaned, letting her head fall, gulping in air as her loins began to burn as badly as her behind. She felt the dildo slide back, then push in again, felt it moving more and more freely as her juices began to flow.

          She was startled, hardly having realized how ready her body had been, how the spanking had roused her, making her ready for the first spark.

          "Ohh!"

          "Like that, pet?" Alex smiled.

          She pumped the dildo freely now, sliding it and out as the brunette squirmed and moaned, her feet jerking on the floor, her head rolling as she gasped and whined.

          She pushed it in deep, her fingers fluttering over Chrissy's clitoris, and the woman gasped and moaned in response. Then she let go of it and slapped her hand down hard against Chrissy's behind.

          "Do we understand each other? She demanded. "Are we set on who is in charge? Hmmm?"

          She slapped Chrissy's behind again, the blow hard enough to make the brunette cry out as the flesh whitened then quickly glowed red again.

          "Yes! Ohh! Yess!" she gasped.

          "And who is that?"

          "You are! Please!"

          "Exactly." She smiled in delight, her fingers slipping down off the girl's red behind and gripping the dildo again, starting to pump it in and out.

          Chrissy's hands pulled fitfully at the rope binding them as she ground herself back helplessly, her insides boiling over now as a sexual haze slipped around her mind and body. Her round breasts rubbed desperately against the side of the chair as the dildo stroked in and out of her sensitive cleft.

          Bondage had always been arousing to her, the sense of helplessness, of throwing away all choices and cares and letting another make all decisions. She embraced it now as her body soared higher and higher, the sexual heat growing unbearable inside her.

          She felt Alex shifting her forward, her long hair hanging on the ground now as the other woman thrust the dildo down into her.

          Then her other hand moved down Chrissy's spine and slapped against her buttocks. She gasped, but there was little pain. The next blow caused even less. The sexual heat around her was blocking it all, and her mind spun and twisted in excitement as Alexandra began to spank her again.

          Her hand cracked down again and again, sending hot little sparks of energy and heat through the brunette's overheated nervous system. They joined with the sexual hunger inside her and sent the pleasure screaming higher as her body began to shake and tremble from the barely suppressed pressure within.

          She gasped and groaned repeatedly, her head shaking, hair swinging from side to side, body arching and twisting as Alexandra continued to rain blows against her behind, the force echoing through her slender body and into her soft sexual center, where the dildo was still pumping and twisting.

          The climax tore at her. She shook violently as the pressure was released. Her eyes rolled back and she groaned in bliss, then went limp across Alexandra's lap.

          The blonde stroked her red behind as she smiled ferally. Chrissy, she knew, would never be a threat to her. She was a sweet child, however, and could, she decided, make quite an enjoyable companion - for both her and Geoffrey.

          She pulled the girl upright, rolled her over, kissed her softly, then unbound her wrists and wiped her tears away.

          "Come. Let's see if that water bed Geoffrey bought you is  as comfortable as it looks.”

          She led the brunette by the hand into the bedroom, then closed the door behind them.