Torture does not have to be physically painful. Emotional and psychological torture are just as bad, and according to current interrogation theory, more often much more effective at eliciting the desired response. Tonight, the four naked ladies in my kitchen were torturing me, or as close to such as I had ever experienced.
The game of kinky Sorry had continued after Kelly was knocked out without to much hoopla. Clothing came and went, but no one else got eliminated for a good fifteen rounds. I wasn’t counting, but seemed to go on forever with the girls just tossing off their blouses then putting it back on 2 rounds later. Since Kelly’s delivery, I had tried to avoid looking at the ladies. I’m a red blooded American Male and it took every ouch of control not to just stare. Especially with my wife’s implicit allowance.
“Honey, how is the hockey game?” Justine called out.
“Ah, not nearly as interesting as yours,” I yelled back, knowing she really did not care about the hockey game, rather than something else in mind. My wife is 95% innocent and angelic and about 5% scheming devil. Alcohol inverts those ratios.
“Then why don’t you come over here then?”
“O fuck!” was all I could think. My brain said it was a horrible ideal, but it wasn’t the head I was following when I got up and went over to the table. Justine must want to use me some how to gain an advantage in the game, or over me. Either way she was going to get her way, I might as well try to enjoy the ride. Hopefully it would not end with me sleeping on the couch.
“Ah, ok,” I replied, slowly easing myself off the couch. I didn’t want to look like a kid in a candy store, running over there to drool over the naked bodies. I could be cool and let my swagger show.
“Honey, I owe Kelly 15 spanks with the ruler. Why don’t you do it for me?” Justine asked in that sweet sultry voice she used when ever she wanted something special, or sex.
“Ah….” I stuttered. Well there goes cool. Was this a trick? I already knew I was going through with it, but I wanted to check my bases first. A sexy blonde was going over my lap to be spanked naked on my wife’s direction. I don’t see anywhere this could go bad for me.
“HEY! That’s not allowed!” Kelly exclaimed from her position behind my wife. Her crossed arms acting as a makeshift bra, it was clear she strategically choose her position to minimize exposure.
“You owe me 15 swats, I don’t see why Mike can’t give them, do you?” Justine glanced at Veronica and Naomi.
“Nope! Get over his lap Kelly!” Veronica laughed at what she viewed as her friend’s fortunate situation.
Kelly growled at her friend before obediently slipping behind Naomi then turning her back to me and sliding in front of me and into position over my knee. The whole process looked a little odd though she never exposed herself to me for much more than a few moments. The comical part was her embarrassment, since I had seen her full front earlier when she delivered the beer. Maybe the alcohol was wearing off allowing her modesty to poke through.
The globes staring up at me were everything I had imagined and more. Smooth skin overflowing the well toned thighs leading to long legs. Most of the red bars from before had faded into a nice, gentle blush. I lightly brushed my finger tips over the crowns as I took it in.
“Oh and honey, make sure they are good and hard, she was a bitch to me last week.” Justine disturbed me from the revile.
“I was not a bitch!” Kelly protested, trying to look up at my wife.
I was amazed by the attitude from someone in such compromising position. I bet I eliminate the attitude, I thought as a raised the ruler high above my shoulder.
CRACK! “OUCH! That hurt!” Kelly yelped as the shock waves ripped across her bottom.
“It’s supposed to,” Naomi commented. “you baby. She deserves it, she was a bitch.”
I’d never heard Naomi speak like that. It wasn’t anger or spite, rather more out of annoyance with her friend. Kelly must actually deserve this spanking I told myself as I brought the ruler down with slow, firm strokes.
CRACK! “OOWEEE!” She tried reaching back, but her wrist just gave me leverage to hold her in position.
CRACK! “YEEOWWCCHH!” CRACK! “Ahhh, please!” CRACK! “Ahhhhhhh!”
She reaction to the spanks shifted from yelps to more active signs of distress, including kicking her legs in the air, causing her torso to bounce on my lap. This did nothing but make the erection in my pants harder. So hard it began to hurt. I could really use a bathroom break to release some pressure.
CRACK! “YEOOWWCCH!!” Kelly cried out as I finished up my allotment.
“That’s fifteen,” I said, offering a friendly hand to the upended woman.
“Ow ow ow,” Kelly repeated as she used one hand to raise off my lap while the other was locked on her glowing bottom. She hopped about, rubbing the the sting of the ruler out of her bottom. I must’ve been harder than the rest of the girls, because none of them had yet to do the spanking dance.
“Serves you right,” Naomi remarked moving her piece around the board. She, like the other two active players had nothing on above the table, though she was clearly embarrassed by her state of undress. The slouched statue and arm firmly positioned across her chest prevented any kind of show.
Justine performed her turn, getting her only piece just outside of her safe area. Next turn she probably could win back piece of clothing. Go Honey!
“Bye, bye Justine,” Veronica mocked my wife with a little wave.
“Grrrr!” Justine glared across the table at Veronica.
“So, what do you got left?” Veronica asked, trying to suppress the broad grin overtaking her smile.
“A 7, 10, 12 and a Sorry!” Justine threw down her hand in annoyance.
“Oh, a 12 and a Sorry! Naomi, lets have Mike give them instead of us. He did a good job with Kelly,” Veronica proposed.
“Ah, ok,” Justine accepted a little bit to eagerly. She thought I’d go easy on her, and I would have went easier had Naomi not inserted a condition.
“Only if he doesn’t do it hard enough we’ll stop and do it ourselves,” Naomi said.
“Hey, see if I go easy on you next time,” Justine snipped.
“Who says there will be a next time?” Naomi shot back as she brought her glass to her lips.
“Fine, lets get this over with honey,” Justine got up seat then sashayed over to my lap. I wanted to rip off my pants have her right then. That sexy shake of her hips and the pouty face did it for me every time. It wasn’t like I needed any more encouragement, and Justine damn well knew it. That was her plan, to tease me all evening. Damn! I’ll get her back; now with the spanking and later.
“Over you go,” I instructed.
“Sniff sniff, yes sir,” she pouted before taking her place. Justine hadn’t been over my knee in a while, as fun and disciplinary spankings had been in other positions.
CARCK! CRACK! “Ouch! Not so hard!” CRACK! “Owwwe!” I worked that ruler up and down my wife’s bottom, delivering crisp swats that I knew stung. If she was going
“Harder!” Veronica cheered on.
“Yea, you did me harder,” Kelly added.
I obliged the girls, since I didn’t want her to get spanked again, or at least that was what I would admit to if Justine asked.
The sting really started to get to Justine as I neared a dozen. Her bucking and whimpering had matched Kelly’s even though she was only halfway done.
CRACK! CRACK! “Yoop!” Yeeeoooch!” She yelped and kicked her legs about with each swat, rolling her hips across my lap.
And then I was done. Twenty seven spanks. Angry red stripes marking every impact, contrasting with her natural khaki complexion.
I leaned forward to whisper, “Ok baby, its all over.” Justine pushed herself off my lap and instantly started dancing about, rubbing the single from her bottom.
“That’s a nice dance,” Naomi teased. “I bet you do it often.”
She was right though. Justine danced about with more style and flair than Kelly. The spanking dance was not a normal part of her repertoire. Her spankings where normally followed up with corner time or sex, the later being more prominent and the reason why she hadn’t been over my knee in a long time.
While most of us watched my wife’s performance, Veronica had other ideas. She had been keenly watching me spank Kelly and now Justine. She was now just staring at me, eating me up with her hungry eyes. Hungry eyes that turned mischievous once Justine stopped dancing about. “Ah I think Mike could use a blowjob. He looks all ready and primed,” Veronica teased.
“Hey, I think this is going too far..” I protested starting to stand up. A little stripping and spanking were ok, but not actual acts, even if it would be with my wife.
“Sit down there,” Kelly commanded as she pushed my shoulders down, and into the chair. “Justine lost fair and square, now she has to serve the players until a winner is determined.” What? Serve the winner? This was way too much though.
“Yes, ma’am” Justine said, kneeling before me. “It’s ok” I think she mouthed me before unzipping my pants. I wish I could have protested more, but there was a lack of blood flowing to my brain.
“Ooh la la,” Veronica moaned when I sprung free.
Justine gave an agonizingly slow lick from my balls to tip. I wanted to cum at that second but I couldn’t. The damn I’d built up over the last 2 hours was too strong. She looked up into my eyes as she swirled her tongue around my tip then engulfed the entire head. A gently sucking before she bobbed down. Her throat teased my tip then she relented.
“That’s it! Deep throat him, I bet he loves it! Don’t you Mike!” Veronica cheered.
“Oh yea…” I moaned went all the way down. The damn was breaking and I could feel the waves starting to build. So they would reach a crescendo and come flooding forth. A few deep pulses worked my head before she pulled off, keeping just the tip imprisoned.
“Hhmmm mmmmm,” she hummed, working her lips halfway down then back up. Her tongue glided over the bottom overloaded my senses.
“That’s it, that’s it,” I stuttered before letting out a low moan as I filled my beautiful wife’s mouth. “YEEAAA!”
Justine started sucking and swallowed wave after wave. She didn’t stop once I was empty though. Swirling her tongue around my ultra-sensitive member was pure torture. I couldn’t control anything as wave after wave of ecstasy overloaded my brain. I couldn’t move. My heart raced. Then my eyes rolled back in my head and the room went dark.
“SCORE! THE BLACKHAWKS WIN!” the announcer yelled on TV. I opened my eyes to see the white jersey’s flooding the ice as the opposing goalie skated off. Yuck, I had drooled on myself. How long had I been out? That was the best blowjob Justine had ever given me. I wonder how they got me all the way over here though.
I eased myself off the couch to see the girls huddled around the table, all fully dressed. I guess the game must be over. I walked over to the kitchen table to see Sorry! still setup
“Honey, why don’t you go up to bed. We could hear your snoring all the way over here.” Justine told me.
“Who won?” I asked, curious if it was Veronica or Naomi.
“I did,” said my wife. How could that be? She had lost. That’s why I spanked her. That’s why she had to go down on me. That’s why….why I want to get up to bed and return to dreamland.
Justine got up and met me at the doorway to the front hallway. “I’ll tell who I won for the weekend when I come up to bed.”