I was quite taken aback by her explicit revelations, which had hardened me to the point of imminent discharge. Her relationship with Peter had clearly been very fulfilling and her loss as a result must have been almost impossible to live with. I suspect she would have readily accepted me as a replacement, at least in terms of administrating her discipline, if not in satisfying her sexually, but I was unwilling to cross that line, and be unfaithful to Elizabeth. Perhaps I would discretely discuss with my wife what I’d been told, and see if her female intuition might deliver a solution to our friend’s discontent. In the meantime I needed to get home and relieve the pressure in my balls so, on Margaret’s instruction, I moved the bag and it’s contents to the cupboard in the spare bedroom and bid her goodbye for the day. Once home there followed the most satisfying type of wanks - one that’s formed in one’s imagination but fuelled by real events, far superior to being a third party voyeur of online video. I came in buckets as I relived the events, and later on considered how I might turn things to my advantage without ruining our marriage and our friendship with Margaret. My wife returned from work in the early afternoon and I swung my plan into action. I had little to lose, as my wife and I were not having sex in any case, so in my view there could only be upside. As she packed away the food shopping in the kitchen cupboards I welcomed her home by kissing the back of her neck and reaching round to cup her breasts in my hands, squeezing them gently. She stiffened immediately but I simply released them and curtly instructed her to come through to the dining room when she had finished. Eventually she arrived with a real pout on and stood in the doorway while I sat on one of the dining room chairs. “Well then? What is it you want, speaking to me in that tone” “I was over seeing Margaret earlier and she really is quite down you know.” “Well what do you expect - she’s lost her husband and moved house and has a lot of things to sort out you know!” “Yes I do know, and you’ve been a really good friend to her, but it just makes you think about your own lives and how you have to get on with things and get what you want out of life before it’s too late” “My God Allan this is all a bit deep and profound for this time of day, is it not? So what is it that’s missing in your life Allan, that’s got you waxing lyrical like this?” “One or two things actually” “Like what?” “Well if you must know, like sex and discipline.” “What?” “To be quite clear darling, my sex, or the lack of it, and your discipline which is clearly lacking too.” “What on earth are you talking about?” “I could explain but I think I’ll show you instead. Come over here please” She took a couple of steps towards me and I stood up and grabbed her hand. I quickly pulled her down across my lap. “I’m about to do something I should have done years ago and I hope you’ll understand it’s for your own good, and for the sake of our marriage, that I’m doing it now.” “Let me up Allan this instant, you beast” “I’ll let you up once I’m ready, and not before.” She struggled to get up but I caught hold of her right wrist and bent it up behind her back before starting to spank her bottom through her dress. I laid them on quite hard as I hoped to make an impression and she was soon squealing out loudly, each time my hand cracked down on her rump. Her squeals turned to a steady sob, and after a minute or so I pulled her up to her feet. “It’s no more than you deserve Elizabeth – you really have become a pain to live with, your superior attitude and the way you treat me. I’ve really had enough of it and I intend to make some changes.” She clutched her bottom tightly through her dress, rubbing away the pain and with tears running down her cheeks. “That was bloody sore Allan, you’d no right to do that! It stings so much!” “I had every right, and you thoroughly deserved it – now lift your skirt up! I’m not finished with you yet!” In the end I lifted her hem myself, and insisted she hold it up against her chest. She was wearing a full white panty over black tights and I could already smell that musky aroma that signals a woman’s arousal. “Right then Lass, I think we’ll have these down about your knees and see how you like it on your bare bottom. No less than you deserve and long overdue I’m sure.” As she held up her dress I rolled her pants and tights down her thighs together, right down to her knees. I forced her legs apart and then cupped her dark bush in my hand before slipping my middle finger between her lips. She was quite damp and I could smell her love juice on my fingers. I stared into her eyes before reaching down and administering a forceful smack to the backs of each of her thighs. “So who’s a dirty girl Elizabeth? A very dirty girl who deserves he bare bottom smacked hard!” I flipped her back down across my knee and she shrieked out loud as I resumed her spanking, hard spanks this time, which I could tell were really hurting her. I concentrated on her sit spot and her upper thighs and in less than a minute I had turned both completely scarlet. Elizabeth was shouting the house down at first but after two minutes or so she was sobbing quietly. I stopped spanking her and told her to get on her feet and go and stand in the corner. This she did and once I was happy that her nose was right in the corner touching the wall I left her, rubbing her bottom and still sobbing occasionally. I made myself a cup of tea and sat in the lounge drinking it and reading the paper for half an hour I went back through to the kitchen and was pleasantly surprised to find Elizabeth still standing in the corner, although she had stopped rubbing her bottom. I ordered her over to the table and she came and stood beside me. “Do you agree you deserved your punishment?” “Yes Allan I did deserve it I suppose, but you smacked me very hard, far too hard, and my bottom’s still sore.” I gave her a hug and held her close. Now was the time to take things on a stage. “When I was over at Margaret’s earlier we were emptying out boxes, and you’ll never guess – I found this bag full of dildos and some heavy hair brushes and a leather tawse. Apparently Peter used them on her to keep her in line. He would give her a good spanking and strapping if she was playing up. “For God’s sake, why would she let him do that to her?” “I don’t think she had much choice – he was quite a stickler for discipline you know, and it seems she appreciated him being in control. If he found her wearing tights she’d get her bare bottom thrashed with a cane for not respecting his values.” “Poor Margaret. He must have been a beast to her.” “I don’t think she sees it that way at all - you should have seen her eyes when I was holding that tawse. Anyhow, what I’m thinking now is that perhaps you should go over and explain how you’ve been a very bad girl and that I’d like to borrow the tawse from her so that I can give you a taste of it to finish of your punishment?” “No way Allan! I’m not going round there asking for anything, so you can just forget that right away!” “I see. Well in that case, you’d better get down on your knees and get my cock out. Otherwise we’ll both be going round to Margaret’s and I’ll be whipping your bottom in front of her.” I placed my hand on her shoulder and pushed her down on to her knees. She sighed heavily but started to undo my belt, and quickly pulled down my trousers and pants. My cock sprung free and she grasped it firmly and started to wank it back and forth. “Come on now – let’s have you sucking me off” “Oh Allan – I don’t like to do that! You know I don’t” “Would you like me to fetch the bath brush then?” “You’re a bastard Allan, so you are!” I didn’t give her a chance to change her mind. As she opened her mouth I placed my hand on the back of her head and pulled her to me, getting more than half my cock into her mouth in the one go. She started to gag on it and tried to push me away but I held her firm, using both hands now. “Come on now, do it properly or I’ll spank you again” Slowly she started to bob her head up and down, wanking my rigid cock with her lips and I enjoyed my first blowjob for many years. I’m not particularly well endowed, perhaps five and a half inches long, but it’s quite thick really, and I can make my wife squeal out when I’m pumping her with it. Elizabeth might not be enjoying this, but she was taking my full length now and I could feel my balls starting to tingle with my impending orgasm. Suddenly I was there, and I held her head and thrust my cock forward pumping my come into her throat. “Take it all now Lass, don’t spill any of it, that’s it - steady now, there’s more to come. That’s a good girl! I pumped and pumped her throat until my cock started to soften. She’d done her best to swallow, but some had spilled out the side of her mouth and was now dripping off the bottom of my scrotum. I was surprised how much I’d come, considering the good wank I’d had a few hours earlier. I ordered Elizabeth to lick my balls clean but she steadfastly refused, having regained some of her arrogance, so I pulled her close against my legs while standing, and then bent right over her and gave her a dozen or so good hard spanks to the backs of her thighs. She squealed out loudly, but when I’d finished she quickly licked my balls and cock clean. Just to reinforce my authority I had her rim my arsehole too, stretching my cheeks wide so she could get her tongue right into my anus. I could feel myself start to harden again but I thought it best to wait awhile before pushing my luck with her. “Right Elizabeth, get yourself sat up on the table here. I’m going to give you a good licking”