Domestic Bliss

"Gentlemen, you have certainly taught Mrs. Sanderson quite a lesson..." he said as he placed his pipe on a side table and now stood, slowly and carefully taking off his tie; once it was off he folded it and carefully laid it on the back of the chair.

"Indeed, I do believe she will never forget the discipline you have given to her tonight..." Tony continued, taking off his jacket and also carefully putting it on the back of the chair.

"However, Mrs. Sanderson, I am not convinced that you have fully learned your lesson..." he said, removing his shoes followed by the pants, folded in a likewise fashion. Before folding his pants Tony had removed the thick leather belt from the loops, which he now rolled and carefully laid atop the folded pants.

"In fact, we've been here before; we're here every month, and yet every month you still somehow seem to need to be reminded of your duties..." and now off came his boxers, folded neatly and placed on the chair.

"Do I not remind you of them daily? Do I not reinforce it nightly in here with spankings, whippings, Kinbaku?" Tony said, and his undershirt, his last piece of clothing, was removed and folded neatly.

Tony Sanderson nude certainly did create quite a visually stunning specimen. Not only was he very muscular and powerfully built -- daily exercise a habit inoculated into him during his combat service in the War and during his many years of occupation service stationed in Japan -- but his cock was by far the largest of the group assembled here, perhaps the largest in any given group of men. It was long, to be sure, but it was also far thicker than the average man's, studded with rippling, throbbing veins and topped with a full, round head Leigh loved to gently kiss when sucking it. Leigh had, in fact, felt worshipful devotion towards it since their first date. It was on that night, in his car at the drive in, that Leigh first greedily sucked his massive cock and found how intoxicating his cum was to her.

But Tony's physical attributes were not, in fact, the first thing that struck someone lucky enough to see him naked. While stationed in Japan Tony became immersed in Japanese history and culture, which is where he started to explore the long and delicious practice of binding, dominance, and sexual satisfaction through the scientific application of pain. The Japanese had long ago elevated all of that to an art, and Tony was an immediate and dedicated devotee. It was because of this exploration that Tony felt like he was finally discovering his true self, so it was also while in Japan that Tony began to have bondage and other sexually-related tattoos applied to his body in the traditional Irezumi-style; his body was now literally covered in one large suit of sexual tattoos. There was not one inch of flesh on his legs, arms, trunk, or back that had not been decorated by this amazingly intricate tattoo.

Tony felt somewhat plagued by his desires and knowledge in such a society and in his line of work. This is why he remained always in his suit and why he was typically so disciplined and apparently cold; it was the only restraint he could manage to keep his wildly sexual nature under control in this repressed society. Yet he had always told Leigh that he only felt like his true self when he shed the woolen, outward suit and allowed his natural suit to be seen.

And so it was now that, freed of his wooly societal constraints, that the true sexual beast that was Tony came free.

"And yet...," he now concluded with an intensity not heard in his voice before, "and yet, you seem to fail in your duties, over and over again, Mrs. Sanderson. So, you leave me with little option. Gentlemen, would you kindly secure my wife in the strappado?"

His guests immediately did as he asked, unbuckling Leigh from the table and moving her over to where the strappado hung from the ceiling. Harry grabbed the spreader bar and attached it to her ankles, forcing her legs wide apart. Frank and Joe first secured her wrists together, and then gently pulled them upwards towards the chain hanging from the ceiling. This, of course, forced Leigh into a highly vulnerable, bent over position, one from which she could not possibly escape.

As his guests did this Tony approached the wall on which he had his collection of whips and spanking implements. Tony removed a paddle from the wall, slapping his hand with it to gauge the sting, and then replaced it. He considered a riding crop for a while, but dismissed the thought. He stood there for some time in front of the wall considering his many options, but none of them seemed to satisfy him.

Tony then returned to his neatly folded collection of clothes and took his belt, his thick, stiff leather belt which he had only just removed and buckled it together, then wrapped the excess around his wrist and clutched the remaining part, leaving perhaps a foot of long, stiff, unforgiving whip.

"Yes," he said, more to himself than anyone else. "This is will do very nicely."

All this while Leigh had waited there patiently; her head hanging downwards she could only gauge Tony's movements from the sound of his walking, and her excitement and heart rate grew with every passing second. Once she was secured their guests now began to replace their business suits, lighting cigarettes and settling in for the last part of the game.

Tony cut the air a few times with the belt whip which made a low ripping sound and slapped his own palm, pleasantly impressed with the sting even that slight swing caused. He now approached his wife from behind, her ass forced to protrude deliciously as a result of the cruel strappado. She looked so edible like this and Tony couldn't help but lick his lips in anticipation of what was about to happen. His thick, massive cock stood almost straight out from his tattooed body.

Tony approached his wife's succulent-looking ass. It had long ago passed the red of a well-spanked bottom and was now taking on the purplish hue of one that has taken quite a beating. He rubbed it gently, lovingly, making Leigh moan slightly and flinch at his touch. To Tony her bruised ass and the excitement he knew she felt for even more pain was intoxicating, and his rock hard cock stood as obvious testament as to how arousing he found it.

For Leigh, being bound and spanked was not humiliation but rather the fullest expression of love a man could make towards his woman. She never felt as free as when she was bound, nor did she ever feel as loved as when this elaborate game played itself out. Leigh was only too aware of other women's boring, vanilla sex lives and she knew all of this was a tremendous effort for Tony. He could just as easily fuck her, roll over and go to sleep; instead, he invested hour upon hour honing his skills, keeping track of her "infractions" and living the game for her benefit. While to the other country club wives this might be torture and perversion, she saw only love.

And while others might find a bruised and beaten ass to be disconcerting at best, Leigh found the sensation to be exhilarating. She did not have the happiest of childhoods and was often tormented by depressing thoughts and memories; it was only as a result of the application of pain, the delightful stinging of a well-spanked ass or the burning of a nipple in a clamp, that her mind cleared and she could have that elusive sense of wonderful lightness, of floating away from her past. Tony was the only man that seemed to understand that, and this is why she loved him with such devotion.

Tony continued to gently rub his wife's ass, thrilling her at his touch yet building up tension for the inevitable strike to an almost unbearable point. At last he suddenly swung his arm back and whipped the belt down on Leigh's ass with all his considerable force, making her suddenly cry out then grit her teeth as the pain exploded out through her ass. Her eyes teared up, and she thought the pain was utterly delicious.

Tony was careful not to inflict too much of a beating to her, especially because her ass had already been so beaten. He wanted to give her that painful release she so desired, he did not want to cause real damage to his beloved wife. He slowly, methodically struck her ass hard with his belt, making her wince and cry out every time he did so, then gently rubbed the aggrieved area as he spoke to her.

"Mmm...," he now almost growled, his carefully cultured image of the proper business man totally dispensed with. "You are a dirty little cum slut, aren't you Mrs. Sanderson?"

"Yes, Father, yes I am!"

Tony reached his arm back and again struck his wife's ass with all his force. She now cried out in pain loudly, the tears streaming down her face.

"What can I do with a little slut like you, huh?' Tony asked, again sounding more like an articulate growl. "You've sucked four men off already, Mrs. Sanderson? What the fuck else can I do with you a dirty little slut like you?!"

Again he struck her, and again she cried out in pain.

"Fuck me, Father!!" she screamed now through gritted teeth. "Fuck me hard!!"

Grunting to himself now Tony struck her ass several more times making her cry out in delighted agony each time, and then suddenly threw the belt to the floor. Grabbing a bit of lube that was handy he slathered some all over his cock, then in one fluid movement slid his cock all the way into his wife's beaten and battered ass. As his cock steadily slid deeper and deeper into Leigh's ass she sucked air with a wide-eyed look on her face that could either have been intense joy or unbearable pain. She then let out a long, loud moan that would have informed even the most unaware observer that she was clearly feeling pleasure.

Tony waited not a whit but instead grabbed his wife's hips and immediately started to pound her ass as hard as her could, loving the access her position in the strappado afforded him. Tony fucked her ass as hard as he could and reached around her slight frame to play with her massive tits as they swayed with every forceful thrust. Leigh's moan became more of a long, low sigh as she enjoyed yet another orgasm for the night.

When Tony began his journey into various sexual practices while in Japan one of the things he took great pains to study was how to control his orgasms, and as such he could will himself to last longer than most any other untrained man. As such he stood there, butt fucking his bound wife far longer than seemed reasonable, long enough for to her enjoy fully the pleasures of his cock and to feel wonderfully full. At a time of his choosing, Tony began to pump even harder and his face took on a wild, animal-like grimace to it, his carefully manicured hair now untamed and feral. With every thrust a groan that started deep inside his chest grew louder and louder, until it was finally unleashed in a scream of pure orgasmic delight, shot after shot of thick creamy cum squirting into his wife's ass, who was herself being wracked by yet another orgasm. Tony's cock squirted and squirted copious amounts of cum into Leigh's ass, until it finally overflowed and started to ooze down her leg.

Tony stood there, every muscle in his body tensing, his tattoos seeming almost to glow as a result of this thin sheen of slick sweat covering his body. His orgasmic scream trailed off into growls, and then finally naught but low, happy groans. Tony stood there a moment after he was done, breathing heavily, eyes closed. He then slowly removed his cum-slicked cock from Leigh's ass and stumbled away, saying to his guests through heavy breaths, "Gentlemen...would you...please?"

His friends happily complied, releasing Leigh from the strappado and assisting her in standing normally after being bent over for so long, then supported her as she left the den. As they did, Tony seemed to be struggling with his inner self, his real self, like a man wrestling a wild beast that may yet one day overtake him...but for now, the man wins, and Tony again adopted the cold, calm covering in which he normally went through life. He slowly and carefully put his suit back on, knotting his tie carefully and smoothing out his hair. Finally, once he appeared as he would normally and it seemed as if the sexual beast was once again in its cave, Tony clenched the pipe tightly in his mouth and relit the tobacco.

"Gentlemen," he said like his normally controlled self. "Shall we play some poker?"

"Sure," joked Harry. "First poke her then poker."

This final stage was for Tony and Leigh in some respects the most delicious aspect of the entire game, that sense of returning to an appearance of normalcy after having allowed their true selves to fly free, even if only for a short while. The men all sat at the poker table wearing their suits, drinking Scotch, smoking, and playing as if nothing untoward had happened at all. After some time Leigh reappeared, her hair returned to its normal appearance, her dress now on again under her apron, and save for a strange, belabored walk she seemed to be completely the same. Another visitor could have arrived at that moment and not think anything was at all unusual about what was happening.

And yet every time Leigh would arrive to see if the men needed their drinks refreshed or new snacks, Tony would catch her eye and she his, and they would smile. It was the secret smile of a man and woman who truly knew the meaning of domestic bliss.