Chapter 2
Dolly's round ass globes trembled visibly.
Donald walked away from her and she heard him go into the bathroom which was just off the bedroom. She heard the water running.
When he returned, he was holding the cotton belt in his hand, and it was dripping wet!
"I'm gonna beat your ass with a fuckin' wet belt. It's gonna sting, you'll see!"
Dolly closed her eyes tightly and awaited the first blow.
Thwap! Down it came across her twin ass mounds. Thwap! Thwap! Thwap!
He wasn't kidding her. He was really laying in on. Each time the wet belt landed across her cheeks, it splattered wetness into the air.
"Take it, Dolly. You were a bitch and you need to be taught!" he told her.
"I'm sorry," she cried once again. "Please stop."
He answered her question with another round of belt smacks. This round of hits seemed even harder than the first. He had flailed the belt so strongly the first time, that Dolly could hardly believe he was hitting her even harder now.
But it was true. Either that, or the sting from the first round was making the second round hurt ail that much more.
Actually, it was probably a combination of both. And this was just the beginning. She wasn't going to get off lightly after having bitten his prick.
Thwap! Thwap! Thwap!
"Take it, Dolly, take it," he told her as he flailed her ass with the wet belt. The strap was drying off from the heat of her well-spanked behind.
When he had hit her with the wet belt more than two dozen times, he took a rest. It was as much a rest for his arm as it was for her ass.
She was glad to have the break, but she didn't realize how soon it would end. She had hoped that the beating was over, but she knew better to believe that her luck would be that good.
"Now it's time to complete this beating," he told her after a few minutes. "This time I'm going to pull down those nylon panties and whack your bare butt."
The panties hadn't offered much protection from the hurting belt. In fact, when Donald pulled Dolly's panties down below her thighs, her white globes revealed themselves to be very red. They were no longer the flawless white buns they had been before the beating.
No, now they were red all over, and the beating was only at the halfway mark!
"Please go easy on me," she begged her husband.
"Next time you go easy on my dick. You should've thought about that when you bit it."
Dolly started to wriggle her butt even before the first blow came down for this second part of the punishment. When the first few strokes of the belt slapped her bare ass, she wriggled and kicked all the more.
"Alright," Donald hissed, tossing down the belt. "You asked for it."
Dolly was really frightened now. She knew that Donald's throwing down of the belt did not mean that her punishment was over.
"I see that securing your hands isn't enough. You were told to take the punishment like the bad girl you were. Now I'm going to make sure that you do."
He was muttering something, about having been too lenient with his wife thus far. He was saying that if he had tied her securely in the first place, he might have been finished with this beating by now. "But no, I was just too damn easy with the spoiled bitch," he said.
He had another barbell and he was seeing that his weights could be used for more than one type of exercise. He was thinking that this was pretty good exercise for his arm; all this swinging of the belt.
With the other barbell, he could tie his wife down by all fours. Again, the weight of the exercise tool would make certain that she wouldn't move any more than he wanted her to, especially when she would held down both at her hands and her feet.
Using the soft rope, he tied her ankles to the barbell. He wrapped the rope under the front of her ankle one time, and then circled the metal cross bar of the barbell several times before making a knot in the rope. Donald had been an Eagle scout when he was a kid. He had also been in the army. These experiences had taught him about making knots, and his knowledge was paying off.
"Now you won't be able to get away. Not an inch!" he told Dolly.
"Give me a break," she pleaded.
"I'll give you a break. I'll break your fuckin' ass with this belt!" he told her.
He started to smack her with the belt once again. This time the wet belt raised the already-reddened surface of her ass flesh. Welts began to appear on her behind.
When that started, he knew that the beating was almost over. After all, the sight of welts on his wife's ass aroused him for a while. He knew, that he had inflicted those welts, and it gave him a sense of power.
But he wanted his wife's ass to be white and flawless for him, too. That way the target would be primed for further whippings.
Dolly was crying now. There was nothing for her to do but cry. The energy she would have expending by thrashing to avoid the spanks was channeled through her eyes in the form of hot tears.
The tears streamed down her face and into the carpet. The water from her buttocks streamed down each time the belt smacked her bare bottom.
Donald accented his words with the belt when he spoke.
"You (Spank) are the most beautiful (Spank! Spank!) young woman I've ever seen. Many men (Spank) want you, but you belong to me. (Spank, spank, spank.)
Dolly was really crying. Her sobs were heavy.
"That's why I have to beat you," he continued. "That's why (Spank) I have to teach you with the belt." Spank, spank, spank, spank, spank!
The last five strokes across her butt with the wet belt were the hardest. They landed one next to the other and they came down in quick succession. When he was finished smacking, his wife was left to cry for a white.
He didn't untie her. He left her with her face in the carpet, her hands and feet tied to the barbells, and her ass up and red.
She remained on the floor in that humiliating position, feeling the stinging in her flesh and thinking about the beating.
She wasn't angry with her husband for punishing her that way. She did feel that she deserved the punishment, even though she had to bite his cock at the time that she did.
But she wouldn't ever dare to bite his cock again!
No, she had learned her lesson the hard way. She thought about that, and she also thought of her husband's constant warning to her. He had told her time and time again not to cheat' on him. That, he had sworn, would really rile him up and earn her a beating she wouldn't forget.
Again, she promised herself that she would never cheat on her man. If she had been punished like this for biting his dick, she could just imagine what would happen if she were ever caught in bed with another man.
Time went by slowly for Dolly when she was kept on the floor as she had been. She tried to move her hands, but only her fingers would wiggle. Her wrists were firmly bound, and the heavy barbell prohibited any movement beyond the wiggling of those fingers.
She tried to bend her knees back and raise the barbell to which her feet were attached, but that was impossible also.
After what seemed like an hour on the floor in that servile position, the door to the bedroom opened again. Donald returned. He had been drinking.
He looked down at the sight of his voluptuous wife, tied to the barbells. He saw her blonde hair falling down over her shoulders and part way down her back. Her back tapered into the rounded globes of the most beautiful ass he had ever seen. And the cheeks were still red!
It was a tempting dish to set before this king. He had proven himself the master of his household by giving his wife the beating that would train her.
But there was more for the master of the house to do, and the sight of his gorgeous wife, with her black nylon panties down around her lower thighs and her firm buttocks sticking up, all red from the beating, told him without question what it was he had to do.
He had to fuck her! He just had to.
Simply looking at her like that caused his dick to stir again. He pulled off his bathing suit and tossed it near her face. Again she smelled the scent of his maleness, this time as it lingered in the material which had held his dick and balls all day, even as he worked out and as he spanked her.
The bathing suit aroma, again entered her brain, through her nostrils, and turned her on. Her pussy started churning that cuntal fuck fluid.
The carpet beneath her little twat was wet!
Donald looked down at her. "Pump your ass," he told her.
"What? I don't understand," she replied.
"I said pump your ass muscles. You know, move your ass. You're all tied down, so you can't move it except by working your inner muscles. It'll start frothing up your cunt. I want it wet and lubricated for my dick. I'm gonna fuck you."
The idea appealed to Dolly. She loved to be fucked by her husband. Dolly imagined how it would be. She pictured herself in their fluffy bed, making the soft down of the bed spring back with every wonderful thrust.
Dolly didn't know that her husband had another idea in mind.
"Come on," he said. "I wanna see those ass muscles working."
"Won't you untie me?" Dolly asked. "I've been tied down in this position for a long time. It seems' as if it's been more than an hour."
"I'll keep watch of how long it's been and I'll tell you when you've been in that position long enough. Now start your ass muscles moving. I'm going to fuck you, and I'm going to fuck you while you're tied down on the floor."
Dolly nearly screamed. She couldn't believe it. Her pussy was peeking out beneath the globes of her ass. It would be possible for Donald to get on top of her and slide his prick in, but she would have to stay in one place the whole time he fucked her, because she'd be tied to the barbells.
That would mean that when the fucking got rough, she wouldn't be able to turn her cunt away, or arch her pelvis into a position which would be less painful for the fucking of her joy box.
And being on the floor, the hard surface below her would remain unyielding, too. There would be no escaping the full impact of the fucking, exactly the way her husband decided to give it to her.
"If you don't work those ass muscles the way you were told to, I'm gonna start in on your ass with the belt again," he snarled.
Poor Dolly started working her ass like a stripper. Indeed, the cunt froth started in her young twat.
Donald stroked his big piece of dick as she performed for him. The show was a hot one for him, and he was getting ready to sink, his meat into her cunt.
He had been brought nearly to orgasm several times earlier in the day when Dolly worked her mouth on his organ. When he stopped just before cumming several times, like that, he really blasted a load when he finally hit his jackpot.
Dolly's pretty doll of a body writhed about as much as the restraints would allow. Her ass was poised upward provocatively, and her pink pussy was creaming the luscious lubrication which was required for the fucking.
When her husband's dick was hard as a rock, he was ready to prove to her that his most magnificent muscle was right between his legs. It was hanging down limply. It was up and it was raring to go.
He got down and .spread her-pussy lips apart. He looked inside at the nude inner pussy. It was wet and fleshy. Oh, that spongy vagina flesh. He knew how warm and wonderful it was when he sank his dick all the way in.
And as Dolly moaned, he inserted the head of his pecker inside her vagina from behind. When he screwed her doggie-style, Dolly liked to reach down and play with her clitoris. His dick filled her, but she needed to work her clit with her own fingers in order to experience climax.
But since her wrists were tied to the barbell, that would be impossible this time. He was going to make her experience the entire fucking without cumming. When he was ready to let her cum, then he'd squeeze her clit himself.
He was the master of the house, alright! He was the master of Dolly's cunt, too, and the soft cuntal flesh was filling up.
The lips parted and the walls stretched for the invading member. He entered her slowly. After all, the only lubrication he used this time was her cuntal fluid. That was quite a bit, but he wanted to be sure not to rip her delicate cuntal membranes.
"Oh, oh Donald, oh!" Dolly cried. The dick was sinking into her.
"Here I come again," he told Dolly. He was pushing forward into her and she was loving every inch of his approach.
He went in a ways, and then pulled back. Then he started forward into her twat once more, only to pull back again.
He did this over and over so that Dolly was well-teased. He had her begging him to shove the whole thing in to the hilt, but he wasn't going to make it that easy on her.
He inserted a bit more cock each time he moved down into her cunt, but he pulled out further and further each time, too.
When the flared head of his massive dong approached the lips each time he retracted, Dolly would beg him not to take the dick away.
"You're lucky you're getting my dick at all," he told her. "I had been thinking of keeping it from you for a month. I was gonna jerk it off in front of you and make you watch all that fabulous scum drop onto the floor."
"I would lick it up off the floor," she moaned hotly.
"You would if I let you," he shot back. "But more than likely I'd have you tied to the bed while you watched me. Then maybe I'd invite some old girlfriend of mine over and have her get all my cum while you watched."
Dolly didn't answer. She didn't like it when her husband spoke of his former girlfriends, and she hated it when he told her that he was in contact with these girls from time to time.
She knew that he had been quite a ladies' man in his school days, and his army days. She also knew that from time to time, one of his old girlfriends would call him, and they'd go out together.
She never asked him what he did on these dates with his former girlfriends. It wasn't that she wasn't curious. She was, but she didn't want to know the truth. She was afraid of what the truth might be, and so she closed her eyes to it entirely.
All she knew was that after one of his nights out with a former girl-friend, Donald always fucked her twice as hard as usual. It was good.
So she didn't want to know anything after one of these dates except if he still loved her and cared for her as much as he did before. He would always answer 'yes' and prove it with his fucking.
And yet it bothered Dolly very much to think that Donald might give his spunk to one of his former girlfriends in her presence. It bothered her twice as much, knowing that if she so much as even spoke to one of her former boyfriends, she would feel the brunt of it from Donald and his flailing punishments. That punishment box would be out in no time flat.
But she decided not to worry about something that hadn't happened. Donald was only talking, and there was nothing more to it than that. She cast the anxiety out of her mind so that she could enjoy the full benefit of this fabulous fuck.
It was as hard a fuck as she imagined it would be. The floor was unyielding and she did have to keep her cunt in one position for the bombardment of Donald's cock. And bombardment it was.
He had teased her long enough. He had pulled in and out, up and back, enough times to make her cunt walls beg for more, but deeper.
And so, just when she least expected it, Donald plunged the full length of his boner in to the deepest part of her cunt!
"Ahhhhh!" she screamed. "You hit bottom!"
He could feel the head of his cock up against inner cuntal flesh that was so deep, he thought that he had not touched that area in all the times he fucked her in over a year of marriage.
He had reached a virgin area in a devirginized cunt!
He kept his cock embedded all the way inside. Just as when he had the full length of his dick in her throat, it was a strain on Dolly to keep the full length of his prick in her cunt.
But in her position, she could only lie there and take it.
He was in so far that he could feel his balls sitting up on her ass cheeks. The flesh was still hot from the beating he had administered.
The warmth of her well-spanked ass cheeks stirred the cum in his nuts.
He became so aroused, that he started a fuck motion more frenzied than any he had laid into her before. It was a real piston action which sent the cuntal gravy in her moist hole gushing out the lips.
Bam, bam, bam. He, rammed his thing up her cunt with a fury.