Chapter 7
The next day was a clear day out at sea. The air breezed over the deck, bringing with it the saltiness of the ocean.
Donald walked proudly to the office of Dr. Fish. He didn't like the idea of going to a doctor, but he did it because he wanted to be prime shape if he was going to be a father. He had a lot of confidence in himself now.
Secretly, he suspected that perhaps he wasn't capable of giving Dolly the child they both wanted so desperately. Perhaps part of his bodybuilding and macho style came out of his insecurity about his manhood.
He had the perfect build and then some. The same could be said about his cock muscle. He flexed the cock up Dolly's wonderful pussy often enough.
And yet he felt that he had to keep blaming her for not being able to conceive a child. He was sure that it was her fault. Or so he claimed.
But now that seemed to be in the past, because the doctor had suggested that Dolly might be pregnant. At least, he had said that it was possible if she took the anxiety-reducing pills. That told Donald that he'd been correct all along, that it was Dolly who had been having difficult in the production of a child.
So he felt much better knowing that and knowing that the pills might correct the problem. He did want to be a father, and he did want to raise a child with Dolly. He was sure that she would be a wonderful mother, and he also believed that the baby would keep Dolly from roaming.
Dr. Fish gave Donald a complete examination. He was looking especially for one thing and test after test showed the same result. It seemed that Donald's sperm count was low. He came forth a tremendous burst of semen each time he shot. He came forth with so much of the liquid, that the impregnating action of the sperm itself was weakened.
It was as if the abundant amount of his load, which Dolly loved so much, was watered down. The doctor knew of no way to correct that.
But Dr. Fish knew better than to tell Donald Pritchard about the finding. Dr. Fish had evaluated the tests he had given Mrs. Pritchard the day before. It was official, Dolly Pritchard was expecting a baby!
The combination of his test results led to clearcut conclusions. Firstly, Dolly was pregnant. Secondly, her husband could not have been the father.
Everybody on board knew of Donald's jealousy by this time. The spankings had cracked and echoed through the decks more than a few times. If a passenger hadn't been treated to the sound of the smacks and the cries, then he had been told about it by one or more of the other passengers.
It was the hottest piece of gossip on board the ship.
So Dr. Fish didn't dare mention his findings to Donald Pritchard. After all, this was a ship out on the ocean. There would be no way for Dolly to get away from her angry husband if he were to find out that she was pregnant by another man.
As it was, this had been already been a voyage of pain for Dolly Pritchard. The doctor didn't want to dress the woman's aching bruises, so he told what he called a professional fib. It wasn't exactly true, but it would solve a lot of problems.
"well, doc? What's the verdict?" the beaming and confident Donald Pritchard asked.
"Well, young man, I'm happy to tell you that you're in top condition. Everything is fine." He wondered if he should tell Mr. Pritchard that Dolly was pregnant. He decided ^ that since it was Dolly who had come to him for the tests, it was Dolly who should hear the results.
"I'd like to take another look at your wife," Dr. Fish added instead. "I want to see how she's doing. I gave her a few anxiety-reducing pills."
"Yes, doc, she told me. She said that it would help her have a baby. Is that true?"
"Do you want her to have a baby?" the doctor asked.
"Heck, yeah! I want that real bad. I've been doing it to her real regular now for over a year. Still nothing. I figured there was something wrong with her. It was disappointing. I still loved her, of course. But I do want her to have a baby."
"That's entirely possible now," the doctor said.
"Oh, wow, that's great. Those pills are really something," Donald beamed.
The doctor looked at the bottle from which he had taken Dolly's pills. He knew that the so-called anxiety-reducing pills were nothing more than sugar.
"Yes, they work wonders," he replied.
"Well, doctor, I'll just say that you really made my day," Donald enthused.
"I'm glad of that," Dr. Fish replied. "Treat her gently, won't you?"
"Sure thing, doc," Donald Pritchard answered. Knowing that she might soon be 'with child,' Donald intended to treat her very gently. He might even have to curtail his harsh spankings.
Dolly was having her hair done by T.C., the ship's hairdresser when Donald left the doctor's office. As Donald approached his cabin he found Marie there. She had just knocked on the door, and finding nobody in the room, she had turned to return to her single room aboard the liner.
"Oh, hello, Donald," Marie smiled.
"Hello Marie. Were you looking for me?" Donald asked.
"Actually, I was looking for Dolly," the petite beauty replied.
"Dolly's having her hair done," her husband told the young stewardess. "I guess you won't get to play with her this time," Donald sneered.
"Play with her? What are you hinting at?" Marie asked.
"You know what I mean. I heard what you said to her yesterday. I know that you have more than friendly interests on your mind when it comes to my wife."
Marie was challenged.
"She is quite attractive," she replied, enjoying the way she was obviously provoking his ire. He was a jealous man, and there she was telling him that she was eager to give his wife something that he could never give her. She was eager to give his wife another warm pussy.
"I don't want Dolly fooling around with anybody but me," he said firmly. "She knows that and she's been beaten more than once for even so much as looking as another man. The same goes for .women, only more so. If you don't want Dolly to take a whipping, you'd better lay off."
Marie's nipples were firm and her hot little box was juicing. This was a real challenge and she was ready for it. Marie was used to excitement. The whirlwind world of being an airline stewardess had accustomed her to such excitement.
Except for the incident through the porthole with Dolly, this ocean cruise had been rather dull for Marie. It was too slow for her pace, up until now.
Suddenly the prospects for fun were much higher.
"I think that Dolly should be the one to decide who she fucks with and who she doesn't," Marie replied, biting into the juicy challenge as if it were a mango.
"I think I should decide that, Marie. I'm her husband!" Donald flared.
"And an old fashioned one at that," Marie told him, her dimples flashing.
"Damn right I'm old fashioned. Dolly gets more than a taste of good old fashioned discipline every time she gets out of line. I'm the man of our family and I make the rules. She carries them out or else she feels my strap for it."
"You sure wouldn't be able to turn me over your knee that easily," Marie teased.
"Oh, wouldn't I?" Donald said.
"No you wouldn't!" Marie, snapped, and with that she turned on her heels and started walking off toward her cabin down the hall of that deck. She wiggled all the way, her ass getting Donald's prick hard. She slammed the door to her cabin so loudly that the lifesaver hanging on a hook beside her door fell from the hinge.
Donald was boiling. His urge to punish was strong. He felt like taking that firm butt of Marie's and pummeling it with his fists. He felt like giving that bitch a real hard spanking, harder than what he gave Dolly.
There weren't enough items in his well-stocked punishment box to use on Marie's naughty rear.
He felt his blood pressure rising and he really had a need to give a spanking. He was afraid that if he didn't give the spanking to the one who deserved it, he might take it out on Dolly. He'd done that before.
But now he knew that he had to be careful with Dolly. He'd go easier on her, and beat her only for out and out indiscretions, if she flirted with another man he'd have to punish her, but he wasn't going to spank Dolly for Marie's fresh mouth.
It was Marie who needed to be spanked for that. Her curvaceous, twenty-one-year-old buttocks needed to feel his flat-backed, wooden hairbrush.
He knew that if he barged into her room and used his strength on her now, he might find himself faced with an assault and battery charge. His body was a weapon.
He decided to calm down first. He returned to the office of the ship's doctor.
"Dr. Fish, I feel really tense," he said. "I really want to start punching."
The doctor heard his story and realized that his temper had taken the best of him again. The doctor decided to give Donald Pritchard some of those magical anxiety-reducing pills. They were harmless, and the psychological effect worked wonders.
The doctor believed that many ailments could be cured in the head of the person being treated. If Donald believed that they were anxiety-reducing pills, his anger and temper would subside according to his mental belief.
He gave Donald two of the pills, and only seconds after swallowing them down, Donald reported that he felt much more relaxed, even calm.
He walked from the doctor's office with a new attitude. He was going to give Marie what she deserved, but he was going to be rational about it. He was going to be a perfect disciplinarian and give her just what she needed.
He went to his cabin and left with the punishment box under his arm. He walked to Marie's door and knocked firmly several times.
Marie answered the door wearing a clinging sweater. Her excited nipples pressed against the soft material. Her well-turned legs were encased in a pair of dark stockings. At the door, she shifted her weight from side to side and looked anxiously at the menacing black box beneath Donald's strong arm.
"You shouldn't go around making the play for another man's wife," he told her firmly. "Don't you know that you could get spanked for being such a bad little lesbian and making a play for the wife of a real man."
Marie wasn't rebellious this time. There was something so commanding about Donald's manner. Perhaps it was that he believed what he was saying. He was a jealous man and the idea of Dolly writhing beneath the sheets with another woman made him angry.
And yet he was calm. He knew what he was going to do and Marie was beginning to sense what was coming.
"You know what happens to girls like you when the husband finds out, don't you?" he asked severely.
"They, they get spanked," she answered, her voice coming in breathy gasps. She could feel the strange arousal coming over her in hot flushes.
Donald entered the room, pushing her aside gently as he sat himself down on the couch in her cabin. The black punishment box was at his side.
Marie closed the door and locked it. She felt that she was blushing deeply.
"Come over here and bend over my lap," Donald told her.
Meekly, she walked toward him. She waited a moment when she was close enough to feel his hot breath on her. She wanted to resist. But then she gave in. She positioned herself across his lap, her head drooping close to the floor.
He didn't hesitate. He knew what he was there for. He reached under the waistband of the body stocking and pulled the dark stockings down to her thighs. Beneath the sheer black body stocking was a brief pair of black panties cut so abruptly that they were little more than a three-inch strip concealing the cleft of her bottom and her ripe pussy.
The anxiety-reducing pills were having their psychological effect on Donald. He went through the paces in a leisurely manner. He calmly pulled the panties down off her baby-soft mounds. The skin of her ass was like pink satin.
He admired the enticing area, and ran his hand over the cheeks. Marie clenched her buttock muscles when she felt his fingers caress her where she knew she would be smacked. He could see her furry pussy peeking out between her ass cheeks. It was moistening as he caressed her buttocks.
He slowly and methodically opened his special punishment box and found the oval hairbrush which had often smacked his wife's ass to a bright cherry red. With his left arm he held Marie in place by her waist.
For a breathless moment there was stillness as Donald raised his right arm with the hairbrush in his hand. Knowing that his arm was positioned high above her with the smooth end of the wooden brush facing down to smack her cheeks, Marie began to wriggle and writhe beneath him. She anxiously expected the crack of the brush on her bare behind.
Several times he brought the smooth surface of the brush down to her ass globes, just to give her feel of the softness of the hairbrush as it circled her globes.
Then he lifted the brush up very high and brought it down crisply.
As soon as the first blow landed squarely across her pinkish-white flesh, Marie started kicking and trying to squirm away.
"Oh, no, please stop," she begged, but her whimpers went for nothing. He brought the hairbrush down in a relentless shower of expertly delivered strokes.
She started sobbing without shame, and promising between each sob that she would be good and that she'd stay away from Dolly from now on.
"I'll see to it that you do," Donald said. "Otherwise you and Dolly will have red asses from me."
He didn't stop spanking, though. He continued to let the brush brighten her round ass globes. He watched as the soft flesh bounced back under the hail of smacks.
Soon every inch of her pale pink behind had become red. Even then, he continued to wallop her, taking no notice of her pleadings for him to stop.
"I'm going to give you a real pair of hot crossed buns!" he told her.
Marie continued to sob and writhe across his lap.
Even after he stopped spanking her, Marie still wiggled. It felt as if he were still giving it to her, her ass was so hot and hurting. It was a mass on fire.
When she finally stopped writhing, she felt Donald's hand at her cunt. She had wanted to be dominated by a man, and she had finally found the man to do it. It was too bad that he belonged to another woman.
But she had him for this moment, and after a spanking like that, she deserved some consolation. Her entire cleft was gleaming with cunt juice, and Donald used his finger to bring the sticky woman flow all over her crotch. He stroked back and forth in the enticing area between her heated ass and her sex-heated cunt.
Her sobs of pain were now replaced by girlish whimpers. She felt the wet stroking of her most private area, and she felt the prick of her girlfriend's husband pressing at the front of his pants.
Over his knee as she was, she could feel the throbbing of his stiffening penis at her gut. She knew that he wanted to bury that shaft inside of her, and she wanted it inside her clutching cuntal passage.
"Do you know what you can expect if you fool around with my wife again?" Donald Pritchard asked her.
"Yes, I understand," she sighed. "You'll fan my rear until it feels like I'm sitting on a lighted stove."
"I want you to feel that heat now as I move on in my discipline of you," Donald told her. "I want you to think about what you got while I fuck you."
It was going to happen! She knew that she'd been spanked, that was for sure. And now she was going to get her reward.
It would be a very special reward for Marie. She hadn't been fucked by a man in two years! Her pussy was so tight, it was practically a virgin hole all over again.
They moved from the couch to the bed.
"I won't fool around with Dolly anymore," Marie told Dolly's forceful husband. "In fact, if you fuck me right, I might not fool around with women ever again."
Donald grinned. This was quite a boost to his manly pride. He was determined to give Marie a fucking that would rival the spanking in .intensity.
His joystick was slicked with the spit from his mouth and with some of that sweet cunt nectar which had seeped out of Marie's nearly-virgin pussy hole.
Those delicate folds of cunt were glistening, and the soft pudding beneath her young pussy mounds gave way to Donald's slicked fingers.
He started with one and then two. Finally three fingers gently probed the moist regions of Marie's sweet snatch. He felt the soft lips and the fur around them. He felt the way the pussy parted to give him access to the damp interior.
He moved in until three fingers were inserted to his knuckles. He had Marie moaning and scratching the bed like a young bitch in heat.
Her ass was still glowing and the heat reminded her of the dominance of this man. Not that his approach would lead her to think otherwise, even for a moment.
He was firm with her. He didn't stretch or tear her delicate cuntal membranes, but if she tried to squirm away for a bit, he pressed further into her and with a greater, more insisting pressure.
"Open that cunt up," he said.
"Oh, yes, Donald," she sighed. "It's open for the man who spanked me."
The stick, all coated with her vagina gravy, throbbed as it approached the opening. He was on top of her. He pressed his penis into her young snatch, feeling the warm lips part moistly for the invading member.
His manly prong went into her inch by inch. His tongue was out to fill her mouth as he filled her pussy with his cock.
If Dolly was going to be tender and delicate for the months ahead, then Donald felt that it would be good to have someone like Marie around. He was getting his first feel of her poontang on board the ship after her spanking. He liked it.
He wanted more and more. And he wanted to give the naughty young woman more and more of his hairbrush, his belt, his hand, and even his riding crop. He wanted to try out all of the instruments in his punishment on her rear end.
"The lady likes the feel of a hard spanking across her ass, doesn't she?" she teased.
"Yes, yes, the lady loves it! She needs it."
"I know she does," Donald grunted, accenting his remarks with piston-like thrusts of his rod down her wet hole.
Her cunt was clinging to his shaft as he rammed the back of her twat repeatedly and rubbed her clit back and forth with the base of his mighty mauler.
"Beaten and fucked, that's what I need to be," she cried. "I've always wanted to get fucked this way. I needed to learn the lesson first. Now I'm yours. Take me. Take me and fuck the hell out of me. Oh, screw it."
Donald starting thrusting his hips faster and faster. His cock was like a blur soaring in and out of the clinging hole of young Marie.
He felt the tension mounting. Her hole was just too hot. The walls were just too tight. The depths were just too wet. He couldn't hold back. He was going to blast.
"I'm getting ready to shoot it. I'm getting ready to fire hot sperm down your pussy," he told Marie.
"Oh, Donald, don't," she cried. "I'm not fixed."
"What do you mean," he grunted, trying to stop plowing her, but his prick kept quivering, as if his finger had pressed too far on the trigger of his gun to turn back.
"I mean that I haven't been with a man like this for two years. I don't use any birth control. If you cum inside of me, I might get pregnant."
Donald suddenly flashed back to his wife Dolly. He insisted that she be faithful, and yet here he was in the cabin of her friend Marie. The spanking was one thing. She needed to be spanked to teach her a lesson and to keep her away from Dolly.
But the sight of her luscious buns as they were smacked to a glow had been too much for Donald to resist. The quivering of her moistening pussy had been too much for Donald. He had to sink his dick into her. He hadn't bothered to think.
But if he got Marie pregnant, then he would have some trouble on his hands. It would be double trouble. Marie and Dolly would both be after him, and rightfully so.
He wanted only Dolly, when he really thought about it. He felt the head of his pecker twitching and opening up.
He pulled his boner out of Marie's quivering quim. The heavy thing flopped down on top of her cunt and sprayed hot gushes of man-jizz all over her. Most of it landed in her dark brown patch of pubic hair.
Donald, still panting, rubbed the thick cream into the tangled bush of female crotch hair. The strands were soaked with his sperm, and the white globs of cream meshed her pussy hair together as he massaged her just-fucked cunt.
The sensations coursed through her, but she still couldn't cum.
"Spank me," she whispered. "Turn me over and spank me until I cum," she begged.
This shocked Donald. He knew that his ladies loved to be spanked. It punished them for their misbehaviors and it got them ready for the dick. Donald loved to smack bottom because the asses got him hot for the cunts.
Once he saw those full cheeks glowing hotly, he wanted to sink his prick into the juicy inner cunt.
But Dolly was always so grateful once her spankings were over. Now here was Marie asking for more of a beating. She needed more so that she could cum.
Donald shrugged his shoulders. If she needed to be spanked that badly, he was glad to oblige. He turned her over and told her to kneel on the bed with her ass up for his punishment.
She did as she was told, sticking her ass out and up. She was reeling in anticipation. She wanted him to beat her ass until it was sore enough to trigger her orgasm.
Again, there was that moment of silence. Donald had returned to his punishment box. Marie heard the snap lock on the box open up. She heard him fishing around inside to locate the perfect instrument with which to give it to her.
Her ass was still red from the previous beating. The area between her asshole and her pussy was shining wetly.
Donald found just what he wanted. He knew that it would sting, especially since her ass had already been worked on and was red all over.
He withdrew a long strip of rawhide. He doubled it over and raised his hand high. The rawhide whistled through the air and landed with a resounding crack across the rounded globes of Marie's perfect ass.
She jumped when she felt it. She had received enough with the hairbrush to leave her buttocks throbbing with a dull pain. This instrument, the rawhide, stung like hell. She hadn't expected anything quite like what she was getting.
Donald smacked her back and forth, back and forth. When she started to wriggle and complain that she couldn't take it, he held her in place with one hand while he continued to strike her with the other.
That's what she needed. She needed to feel it just up to the point that she could no longer stand it. He built up and up smacking her with greater and greater intensity, and lie certainly hadn't started out lightly.
"Oh, Donald, I'm going to climax," Marie moaned.
It was then that Donald stopped, mid-stroke.
"Donald, Donald, don't stop now," she pleaded. "Beat me until I cum," she begged.
He knew what he was doing. He brought her just up to the point of climax and then he stopped. He wanted to bring her there several times before taking her all the way to orgasm. That way, when she came it would really rock the ship.
He brought her to near climax no less than three times.
By the fourth approach, Marie was sweating. She was in a frenzied state. She was practically biting the fucking wall!
"Open up your asshole," he told her firmly.
She didn't hear him at first, she was so engrossed in her passion.
He sent the rawhide sailing into her flesh. It was an extra-hard stroke.
"I said reach back and open up that asshole," Donald repeated.
Marie reached back and felt the stinging heat rising off her ass cheeks. She fingered the cleft with the dampness of her cunt juice. The twat substance was mixed with the heavy cream which Donald had smeared into her twat hair.
She pulled the cheeks apart and exposed her vulnerable asshole to him.
Donald stepped back and warned her to keep the hole open. He changed his position so that the thin strip of leather could hit down into the opening of her virgin asshole.
Three times he slapped her tender hole with the rawhide strip.
That was enough to make her entire body shake. She collapsed in spasms of orgasm.
She was still trembling and feeling the voluptuous agony of sexual pain when Donald closed the door to her cabin and returned to his wife.
This second honeymoon voyage had been just that for Dolly and Donald Pritchard. It was a voyage made in heaven. It brought them very close together. They were in love all over again, and the love was laced with spankings.
Dolly returned to the ship's doctor to get the results of her examination. When she heard that she was pregnant, she jumped for joy. She was told by Dr. Fish that she would have to take it easy for a while, but she was advised to exercise.
So Dolly and Donald exercised together in a most delightful way. They discovered that when Dolly sat her pussy down on Donald's monstrous shaft, she could keep him hard by working her cuntal muscles whenever she felt his thick thing flagging.
She practiced that, and in this way they found that they could spend hours with him inside of her. One lazy afternoon on board the ship they spent six hours like that.
The anxiety-reducing pills really seemed to do the job for Dolly and Donald. Dolly was expecting a baby and Donald felt like a prize stud.
Dr. Fish worried to himself about girls like Dolly. He could see that they egged their husbands on for a taste of the belt. Often Donald would have to tell Dolly that she was just begging to be beaten.
He alone seemed to know that Dolly must have been pregnant by another man. He wondered what had provoked Dolly to go that far with someone else when she knew that her husband was the jealous type who showed his jealousy with the belt.
Did she need to be whipped?
The doctor felt sorry for Donald Pritchard, the great big tower of manhood who wasn't really the father of the baby growing inside of her. How could he be? His sperm count was too low. But Donald wasn't counting.
Donald was stud of the ship as far as he was concerned. That much became obvious some months later when the trip was over and everyone had settled back down. While Donald cared for his expectant Dolly, someone else was experiencing the feelings of impending motherhood.
The night that Donald and Dolly had Marie over for dinner, the news came out. Donald and Dolly had exchanged phone numbers and addresses. They had remained friends after the trip was completed. The salt air had faded out, but the sensations shared amongst them had not.
Marie's tail still tingled when she saw Donald. She looked at his hand, his right hand, and imagined that his belt was wrapped around it. She could almost see that black leather curling wickedly around his palm, the bitter tail of it hanging, swinging back and forth.
"Ow!" She could virtually feel that belt swing, down across her naked ass. She could feel the thousands of tiny tingles in the pattern crisscrossed on her by the impact of the belt as it struck back and forth over her bare skin.
At the same time, she could still feel the firm nipple of Dolly's golden tit mound as she sucked at it. She could still feel the flatness at the tip of Dolly's nipple. She could feel the bouncy quality that the tit had when she gently clamped her teeth around it and flicked it back and forth with her tongue.
She remembered the wet warmth of Dolly's full-lipped mouth. She recalled what it was like to massage Dolly's breasts and make love in •her mouth while her husband butt-fucked her at the same time. To top it off, Donald never even knew that while he worked her over through one side of the porthole, on the other, something just as juicy was taking place.
It was dripping from the corners of Marie's mouth.
"So what's this big announcement you have for us?" Donald asked his dinner guest. "Dolly's been telling me that you wanted us to be the first to know."
"Let's all lift our glasses," Marie suggested. "Let's lift our glasses and toast the good news."
Dolly and Donald raised their glasses high and the three goblets of crystal, sparkling with scarlet liquid, met in the middle of the table. They were about to chime in three-part harmony.
"The good news," Marie started, "is for me as well as for Dolly. Dolly is ready to have her baby next month, and now, I discover that I'm expecting, too!"
"Oh, how wonderful!" Dolly exclaimed. "Congratulations!"
Donald just gulped. "Yes, that's fine," he finally said. "Who's the lucky guy?"
They sipped their cocktails. "I know who he is," Marie answered, "but I'm not telling."
"Not telling? Whatever for?" Dolly asked, her eyes wide as blue saucers.
"He's married; to somebody else. Married to a friend of mine, as a matter of fact. I don't want to hurt their marriage by coming out with it. They love each other too much. I was just a one-time thing with him. It was great, and I always wanted a baby. I'll raise the child by myself."
"Oh, Marie, I think that's wonderful. You're really terrific," she enthused with genuine joy for her friend. "Oh, I could just hug you. But not too tight, because of our babies."
The girls giggled and Marie went to Dolly and they hugged each other.
Donald watched. He didn't get jealous over their bear-hugs. It was obviously a mutual expression of love and not lust.
He was doing some quick mental arithmetic. He was counting the months between that time on the ship cruise and the present. He wanted to know when the baby was due.
He waited to find out. He told Dolly that he'd take care of the dishes. "The doctor told you to take it easy," he cautioned.
He expected Marie to join him in the kitchen, ostensibly to dry the dishes, but obviously to whisper with Donald over the roar of the water as it flowed. "Marie, when is your baby due?" he asked.
"If you're wondering if it's yours, the answer is yes. I was only with you, and I haven't been with anyone since. No man, anyway."
"Oh, Marie, what are you going to do? You should've told me that you weren't fixed sooner. Pre-cum get out, you know. On a wild man like me, a little cum is powerful stuff. One tiny drop of my potent sperm is enough to do it. Look at Dolly, but at least we're married. You, Marie, what are you going to do?"
"Stop running off at the mouth," she whispered, placing her little pinky finger up to his lips. "I'm going to do exactly as I said. I wanted a child all my life. I want this one. I'll raise the child as my own, borne of a wonderful seed planted by you on a night I learned that I could have glorious sex with a man. I still prefer women. I always have. But with a man, I wanted to be dominated. That's what I think a man should naturally do. If there were more men like you, I might not be a lesbian today. But I am a lesbian, and I'm happy. Now I'm going to raise a child. Like many mothers who raise their children alone, I'm going to give my child enough love for two parents."
Donald was getting a hard-on just from being near Marie. He was so proud to know that he was the father of her child. He knew that the baby would be a beautiful child, and he promised to give Marie whatever assistance he could.
"Don't worry, Donald," Marie said soothingly. "Everything will work out fine."
"What's going on in here?" Dolly said as she entered the kitchen, breaking up the little get-together.
"Oh, we were just going over some of the fun times we had on the ship," Marie said.
"Yes, that was some voyage," Dolly sighed.
That night, as Donald slept beside his naked wife, he thought about some of the ideas which had swept through his mind before Marie brought him the news of her pregnancy.
He couldn't stop thinking that he was not the real father of Dolly's baby. Even before the infant was born, he suspected that he might not be the one. He had felt that way since he discovered the cum of a male on his wife's body. She had said she'd been raped, but he never believed it.
Not really. He was afraid that somebody else's sperm had done its work inside his wife. He didn't really care if it was the rapist or her lover. One would be as bad as the other. He wanted to be the father and something kept pulling at him, telling him that he wasn't.
He'd been trying for a year, and though he kept putting the blame on Dolly, he feared that it might be as much his problem as hers.
Even when the doctor on the cruise ship had told him that everything was fine, he didn't believe it. He watched the doctor's face when the doctor took the sperm count. He feared the worst. Though it never came, he didn't want to check the sperm count out with another doctor. He didn't want to know.
But now Marie was telling him that he was potent. She hadn't been with any other man, and she was pregnant.
The answer was simple. Either the doctor was wrong or the doctor was right.
But which?
A baby was born and they called the girl Donna. She was a cute little thing, with a tuft of blonde hair in the front of her head. She was the only baby born with such long hair. The nurses at the hospital said so.
Dolly was very happy. As far as she was concerned, Donald was the father.
She didn't think about young Jimmy, the blond kid who worked after school in the St. Marks pharmacy. He thought of her. He thought of her often, but he knew that he had' to let her go. She belonged to another.
The Fall semester found him moving across the country to attend classes at another university. Dolly was a pleasant memory for him. She was a memory.
When Marie had her baby, also a girl, she named her Donna. There were two baby Donnas now.
Donald remained happy with his two families, although he only acknowledged one of the two babies as his own; Dolly's Donna, of course.
The threesome of adults remained close through the years. There was only one thing that Marie missed by not having Donald the way Dolly did. One evening when the three of them were together at the Pritchards' place, Marie brought it up.
"I know that you used to get beatings from Donald," Marie said. "Everyone on the ship heard the spankings, and you even showed me some of the marks once, remember?"
"I still get spanked," Dolly told her friend. "Not as often as I used to be, but then, I'm a better wife now. I don't require discipline as often."
"How often do you get it?" Marie asked, shifting her weight from one side to other. Her ass was beginning to tingle at the very thought of punishment. Her ass flesh hadn't forgotten the feeling of his strokes. She wanted to feel the hard opened hand of his spanking down relentlessly on her bare ass. She needed it, just as Dolly did.
"I get it about once a week, nowadays, usually we wait until Saturday or Sunday, and that's when I get my hide tanned," Dolly answered matter-of-factly.
"The thing of it is, Dolly, without a man, I don't get spanked the way I should. I mean, I'm naughty from time to time. I think about men, and about those dingles dangling down between their legs. I wish those dangling dingles were standing straight up and out. I'd take them up my hole, I swear I would."
"You think you need to be punished for that?" Donald interjected. His voice was firm and strong. He had become aroused. He believed that she did need discipline. He was the father of her baby and he strangely expected her to loyal to him.
"I think I do," she replied humbly. "I think I need my white cheeks spanked to a red hot sizzle."
"What do you think, Dolly? Do you mind if I show Marie how to get spanked?" he asked.
"If she needs it, I guess she should take it. I think it would be good of you to punish her."
"Good, I was hoping you'd see it that way. By being generous with me, you've escaped punishment with the riding crop. But you haven't escaped punishment altogether. You've been pretty bad lately, Dolly," he told his trembling wife.
It was true, she had been bad. She'd been going out during the day and looking at men when she should have been shopping for the baby. Donald, had been told by a buddy of his that Dolly had been seen eying men's crotches.
"You're going to have to pay for that, Dolly," her stern husband told her after confronting her with it in front of Marie. "And I'm going to give it to you right here in front of your friend Marie."
That was really humiliating for Dolly, but she knew that it had to be done. She obediently hiked her ruffled skirt up over her back and placed herself over her husband's knees. He took care of removing her cotton panties.
He pulled the white cotton panties down and felt the globes of her naked ass. As Marie watched in a combination of arousal and shock, Donald spanked some sense into the throbbing ass cheeks of his wife.
Marie's heart nearly stopped each time the blonde beauty got her ass reddened by the constant falling of Donald's palm upon her posterior.
Over and over again the man slammed his palm into Dolly's ass. The woman stretched across his lap cried, but he only stopped after her buttocks and thighs were covered with the stings of his anger.
"Now it's your turn," he told Marie. The woman trembled. She had asked for it, but now she wondered just how crazy she was to ask a man like Donald Pritchard for a session in discipline.
A man like Donald Pritchard would give her what she asked for and he wouldn't go lightly. She knew that.
She placed her body across his lap. Her pussy was dripping cunt froth even before he started, and his pants were damp from her cunt in a second's time.
She hadn't been spanked for a long time, and Donald promised to give her enough to make up for all the time she'd missed.
"You get in on some of this, too," Donald told Dolly. "You could still use some more hard and fast. Bring that stool over and get across it, ass up."
Dolly did as she was told. Their babies were upstairs sleeping. It was a good thing that the walls and floors of this place were pretty well soundproofed.
Dolly brought the little stool from the kitchen. She placed beside her friend, and this made it possible for Dolly's ass to be placed directly beside Marie's. Both awaited their discipline.
"I'm going to start on Marie, since she needs it the most. She's been without it for too long," Donald said.
Dolly waited her turn, her body curved into almost a V-shape. She was in a jackhammer position over the stool. Her ass was up high in the center.
Donald started smacking Marie with his open hand. That was just the way she wanted it. She wanted to feel his hand smack her flesh, leaving his imprint on her.
Smack! Smack! Smack! The cracks rang out.
"Just do the best you can to take it," Dolly advised her friend, not realizing, of course, that Marie had been on the receiving end of Donald's spanking hand before.
"I'm trying," Marie said between gritted teeth. She tensed her ass muscles, but that only seemed to make the blows feel worse when they struck.
The punishment box was never far from Donald's grasp. He reached over and opened the box. He pulled out his riding crop.
He had been waiting for a time like this to give Dolly the crop. This would be new for her and certainly new for Marie as well.
It was perfect now, since the crop was long enough and pliable enough to crack over two upturned bottoms at once. He could use one stroke, and smack the asses of both of his naughty women.
They were the mothers of his children, and he was going to teach them right.
The crop was designed to hit the flanks of horses. It was not made for the tender flesh of young women.
But both women had posteriors expansive enough to take the full force of an instrument such as this one. Donald couldn't tell which ass was quivering the most when he flicked the whip against his opened palm to test the weight of the stroke.
They both heard the crack and flinched. They would know when the crop really landed across their asses. They'd really, really know it.
Donald raised the whip high and brought it down across both of them at once. Again and again he smacked them, as if they were a team of horses.
The red welts started showing up on their skins with the first stinging stroke of discipline. They were like a couple of rival slave girls, each wanting to please the master. Nothing else existed for them but him. They were there totally for his pleasure and for their correction at the instruction of his whip.
The kiss of the whip left purple kiss marks across Marie's hip. She was getting the most stinging part of the crop, the coiled tip, repeatedly on her curved rump.
That was alright, though. Dolly would be receiving several more whippings at least, in the time between this spanking and Marie's next session under the whip.
Mrs. Pritchard's voyage of pain had been a good one. It marked the beginning of her journey into the slavery of love.
After each spanking was over, Donald Pritchard rewarded his gorgeous slaves with his prong. He unzipped and revealed his magnificent manhood.
Both girls begged him to wear a rubber. They knew how potent his scum was.
"Dolly, go get me a condom," he said. His woman scampered off and returned with a box of rubbers.
"Put it on me," he told her. She removed one from the box and unrolled it. She moistened his prick with the hot saliva from her mouth. Then she slipped the condom up on his stiffening shaft.
"I wanna feel both of you on me at once. I punished you together, and now I wanna feel both of you working me over with your tongues."
Dolly had never thought about having sex with Marie and Donald since that strange time aboard the ship. This time everybody knew about everybody else. Donald hadn't even asked Dolly if she wanted to engage in three-way sex. He had simply assumed that she would. And she did want to. She wanted to very much.
Both women started at Donald's feet. Dolly was at his right and Marie was on his left. Their wet tongues climbed his naked, hairy legs. They traced their wet paths up his body to his tits. Each one began to suck.
He reached around them and went for the asses he had spanked without mercy. He kneaded the abused flesh until both women were moaning so much, they could barely keep his tits in their mouths.
Dolly wanted that cock in her. She told him so, and he was happy to oblige. He told her to sit up on the stool, so that her pussy could be openly splayed. He fucked her using downward strokes which caused his prick to make the cunt juice gush.
He fucked her like that because it enabled him to get at her cunt, while watching the rose-colored cheeks of her ass bounce below his plunging cock. He knew he's spanked her ass to that color, and he was proud of his handiwork.
One spanked woman was better than none.
But two were even better, for Donald.