Chapter 13
Donna's boss was delighted at her unexpectedly early return, but his delight faded quickly as she told him of her confusion about continuing her career.
To her relief, he made it clear from the outset that he would not stand in her way if she wanted out, but that he hoped she would try resuming her work in the hope that she would find the old enjoyment. The man suggested that she pick and choose clients, that she accept only those she had enjoyed in the past.
"Perhaps laying the cane or hair brush across a few fat, white rumps would revive your interest," he suggested, excitement in his tone.
They discussed some of the special clients that had provided Donna with such excitement in the past, their conversation growing more erotic until she saw that he had an erection.
"Paul," she said in surprise, "are you perhaps in trouble?"
"Yes, damn it," he admitted. "Thinking of you in action has gotten me all worked up.”
"Poor dear, would you like a blow-job, perhaps?"
"I sure as hell would, especially the way you do it."
Smiling, she put her drink down, went to where he sat and dropped to her knees. Opening his pants, she took his stiff penis out with a skilled touch, fondled, kissed and licked it, then took it in her mouth and took her time about bringing him to ejaculation.
"Thanks, Donna," he said with a tired sigh as she put his spent organ back in his pants, "in all the world there can't be another woman who can suck a cock the way you do."
Following his suggestion, Donna returned to the apartment she had occupied alone since Kelly's retirement two years before. She told herself that her restless mood would pass, that she didn't want to give up her life of luxury to become the wife of a man who would someday tire of her and tell some whore what a lousy lay she was. She hoped she was being honest with herself.
That afternoon, she accepted an appointment with a woman she had very much enjoyed servicing in the past.
Louise was more than plump, she was fat. Still in her thirties, she was reasonably firm, but she knew she would go flabby before long if she did not diet and use exercise to reduce her weight and firm her flesh. She had tried many diets, but had quickly fallen off each, continuing to put on weight. But while she was sad at the sight of herself, especially her massive buttocks, Donna invariably enjoyed seeing, fondling and beating the big white nether cheeks.
"Well, Louise," Donna greeted her as the woman admitted her to her home, "I see you've been putting on more weight."
"Yes, damn it. No wonder my husband keeps screwing the ass off that skinny little secretary of his and won't touch me. I just have no self-discipline I guess."
"True, Louise, you are sadly lacking in that department, but that's where I come in. I'll give you a nice lesson in discipline this afternoon and we'll see whether it does any good."
"Oh, I so hope it does, Donna. I don't want to be fat and ugly."
"I doubt that it will do you any good," Donna told her, "but I don't mind. In fact, I just love punishing you, beating your fat bum and making you cry and beg for mercy. You know that, don't you?"
"Yes. Oh Donna, I'm getting horny already."
"That's nice, dear. Pull your dress up to your waist. I'll take your panties down and examine your big bum."
Obediently, her hands trembling as she did, the woman pulled her dress up and held it there as Donna pulled her white nylon panties down and explored her big behind, rubbing and patting it with both hands.
"Those cheeks are getting a little softer," she told the woman. "I'm afraid the strap is going to sting a little more than it used to. Still, that's your problem, isn't it? Turn around now and let me examine your cunt."
"Oh no, Donna, don't make me do that."
Donna's right hand moved fast and exploded on the apex of the woman's right cheek. "Do as you're told," she snapped.
Tears in her eyes, the woman turned and stood, her feet braced wide apart while Donna explored her crotch with her eyes and her right hand.
"What a fool you are, Louise," she scolded and went on feeling the woman's vulva. "You have such a lovely cunt and yet you destroy the overall package. If you'd do something about your figure, your husband would be delighted to look after that little pink gem with his stiff prick and his mouth and tongue. Think of how he enjoys stripping his shapely secretary bare to lap her twat and bury his big, stiff prick in it."
"Stop, Donna, don't say that. Don't be so cruel to me."
Knowing the woman well, Donna slapped her hard across the face. "Don't you try to tell me what to do," she said, coldly. "Pull your panties up over your fat arse and take your dress off. I can see you really need to be punished today."
Pulling her panties back up, the woman began to cry as she took her dress off.
"Come on, Louise," Donna snapped, "get out of that bra, dump out those fat tits and be quick about it or I'll do it for you and slap them around a bit. You don't like having your tits slapped, do you?"
Begging Donna not to do that, the woman opened her bra and took it off. Her breasts were more than big, but they retained much of their youthful firmness. Later, Donna told herself, she would play with them and enjoy doing so, but for the time being, it was necessary to be firm with the woman and to make her squirm and cry the way she wanted to, had to if she were to achieve any sexual gratification.
"Lead the way to the bedroom now, Louise," she told the woman, her tone excitingly stern to match her facial expression.
As she followed Louise from the room and up the stairs, Donna thrilled at the sight of the big, round buttocks working in and around the tightly stretched, white nylon panties. Silently she vowed Louise would get the spanking and strapping of her life before she was finished with her.
Donna tried to equate her excitement with the anger she felt toward the big woman. The best she could come up with by way of explanation was that she was angry with Louise for having lured her to the house in her return to her profession. She tried to tell herself that her attitude was unreasonable and that it was not the fault of the client, but she wasn't listening.
In the bedroom, Donna removed her dress, sat on an armless chair and called the trembling woman to her for her scolding. As Donna reminded the woman of her shape and her lack of discipline, her words stung as much as the following physical punishment would, then she took Louise's panties down well clear of her buttocks and ordered her to lie over her lap.
She ran her right hand gently over the white hills, then, anger and excitement equally blended, she began to spank. She slapped harder than she ever had, making the slightly soft hills joggle and bounce as the color changed from white to pink to blazing red while the woman cried loudly and kicked her fat legs.
Even after Donna finally stopped spanking and stood the woman on her feet, she went on crying, standing with her panties fallen around her feet, her hands rubbing at the fires which blazed in her abused behind, promising to stick to her diet in the future.
"I intend to make sure you do, Louise. Go bring me your strap. A little strap oil may reduce the size of those fat arse cheeks."
The woman pleaded tearfully to be spared a beating with the strap after the severe spanking she had taken, but even as she pleaded she walked to the closet to get the strap.
While she was gone, Donna piled pillows on the bed. When Louise returned, she handed the cut-down razor strop to Donna with a final, tearful plea, then, big breasts bouncing, she got onto the bed and lay with her tummy on the pillows, her behind nicely elevated and terribly vulnerable as Donna took up her position and measured the distance.
The wide strap exploded across the behind of the woman with the sound of a pistol shot and brought a loud cry from her as she pounded her hands on the bed and kicked her legs violently.
"Is your fat arse burning, Louise?" Donna asked, taunting the crying woman. "Then have another one! Take that, you fat woman! And take this ... there ... there!"
The big woman cried loudly, her body heaving and bucking as she rode the pile of pillows, the slashing strap curling around her behind again and again until, as much from fatigue as anything, Donna stopped.
Donna knew where the woman hid her dildo and she went to get it. She strapped the artificial penis on, paused to check her reflection in the mirror and then realized that her panties were still on. She smiled, clasped a hand around the seven-inch penis which grew from her panties and went to the bed.
Slapping the sobbing woman in the behind, Donna told her to get off the pillows and roll over on her back. Through wet eyes, Louise saw the dildo waving and hurriedly threw herself into position. It meant that all the pain of punishment was about to pay off as Donna gave her what her husband wouldn't give.
Not taking time to lubricate the instrument the way she usually did, Donna got between the open legs of the woman, then skillfully fed the full length all the way into the receptive vagina of the woman while she sighed and whispered encouragement.
"Oh Don, lover," she panted, "you made my bummy all hot and tingly and now your big cock feels so good up my cunt. Oh yes ... fuck me and make me have a come."
Donna did what the woman wanted, even though what had once been a pleasure was suddenly a bore. She was still stroking the penis in the churning vagina of the woman when Louise cried out and began jerking in wild, wonderful orgasm.
While the woman was still coming out of her orgasm, Donna forced her to mount the pillows again, her behind elevated and glowing, a fleshy red beacon.
"Oh no, Donna, please don't strap me again," Louise panted. "Please no more ... please ... "
Donna was kneeling behind and astride her, beating the woman the farthest thing from her mind as she pushed the head of the dildo between the red cheeks, found the woman's anal ring and with a lunge, drove the big tool into her, stretching and ramming until the full seven inches was buried up the behind of the protesting woman.
Donna rode her behind for about five minutes and then stopped, withdrew the dildo, unstrapped it and threw it on the bed as the woman lay sobbing gently, her buttocks tensing and relaxing as though she was still feeling the long invader there.
Hurriedly putting her dress on, Donna left the room and the house without even waiting for the usual generous tip the woman enjoyed paying.
On her way back to the apartment, she reminded herself that she had promised to give it a try, but she knew with a cold dread that prostitution was no longer to be her way of life.
If she forced herself to continue, she sensed, she would destroy her enjoyment of sex and in that way, destroy her life.