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Try again - consequences

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: julia6_2 Posted on: 10 Jan 2010 1 comments
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You may remember I was left on the horns of a dilemma. Should I accept an embarrassing caning in front of some family and friends as restitution for a rather clumsy affair with a neighbor? There was never any suggestion of compulsion but the whole thing hung over me, so compelling but frightening too.I have taken quite a few bare handed spankings during my married life. I have always found them a tremendous turn on making me wet and ready for the vigorous fucking that inevitably followed. However they have never been very painful. My pain threshold is quite low, in fact I can be a bit of a cry baby. Incidentally I have every expectation that the occasion of the beating will degenerate into some sort of orgy given the nature of the occasion and its effect on those who will be there.I have watched some canning on the internet. There is a company that pays for an audition of being caned naked, the blows seem ferocious and are delivered by another woman. They seem to cause significant damage to the recipients arse.I find the voluntary submission, being able to say stop at any time, wanting to end it but continuing to take it, particularly erotic. I spend a lot of time masturbating and am particularly horny by the time hubby gets home often getting him to fuck me as soon as he gets home.On one of these occasions we were both naked on the floor in the lounge. He was sat leaning against a chair having just ejaculated over my face and I was cleaning his cock with my mouth whilst rubbing my clit. It was at this moment our daughter came in through the front door. I went to roll away but he stopped me. "Not until you cum."I had slid one finger between my very sticky lower lips when she came into the room. John was massaging his sticky member next to my wet face and my thighs were spread facing her.She stopped but did not turn away. I continued to play, the submissive nature of the moment being particularly stimulating. Before closing my eyes I realized that John was also fully exposed to his daughter.I let myself go, my body responding to the shear dirtiness of the moment. My orgasm forced my thighs up and apart giving a particularly depraved display. I could not open my eyes to look at her.By the time my crisis had subsided and I opened my eyes again she was gone. Hubby however was erect again. I arranged myself on his shoulder and masturbated him. He took some time to finish and my arm was hurting by the time I was able to milk him onto my hand. At that moment it all became too much for me and I burst into tears.I cried myself to sleep feeling oddly happy there on the floor with him. I woke perhaps an hour later. We were both covered with our duvet and it felt deliciously cozy.My hand was still holding him but it was now small, bud like, still sticky with his spunk. After a few moments luxuriating there I realized we had not eaten. He suggested going out and I kissed his chest as I asked what I was allowed to wear.A while later we set out to walk to the pub. I was wearing a red, slightly tarty looking, dress under my coat. Matching heels, black hold-ups and black French knickers completed the ensemble. I felt quite light headed as we walked, more relaxed than I had been for some time.The pub was busy but not full and I felt a little self conscious removing my coat. We found a table and John ordered me a large cider with his own pint of beer.The pub has a good selection of food, nothing fancy but very nice. We were sat in a corner where a wall restricted the view from the rest of the room to perhaps two or three other tables. John was facing the room and I was on the next side of the table. As we looked at the menu he slowly slid his hand along my leg towards my thigh.I protested but made no move to stop him. He had reached the bare flesh above my stockings and just under my French knickers before we had to select our meal. I slid out from my seat showing a lot of leg as I stood up. A woman at the next table must have seen everything. She watched me get up but looked quite red faced and flustered.The daughter of friends of ours works at the pub and it was to her I gave the order. We chatted for a moment about her progress on a course she was taking before she scuttled away to organize the food.As I sat down again my skirt managed to end up quite high on my legs and our conversation became quite intimate. As his hand slid up the leg of my panties I asked him if he really wanted me to take the caning.Just touching the hair at the top of my leg he whispered "It’s not about me but what you want"Bastard! I could feel myself getting wetter as he spoke. It was quiet as we looked at each other, his fingers just reaching the lips of my cunt. The food arrived and several things became embarrassingly obvious to me. The woman at the nearby table was watching. Hubby was not going to remove his hand and our young friend would be able to see too.I felt panic and guilt in one bubble of emotion that made my face go very hot. Then I relaxed and the pleasure of the moment was total. Just for that moment I understood the attraction of sexual humiliation and I knew that I would accept, indeed welcome, the caning.The food was served with a finger actually sliding into me. She was very professional but did look a little flustered. We ate in a companionable silence with just the occasional caress. I established that he was quite horny and he managed to move his arm across by nipple making me gasp and utter a quiet curse.As John paid for our meal I went to the loo, not to relieve myself but to remove my knickers. I passed them to him as we left the bar and that got a dirty grin from our barmaid friend.Walking with no underwear makes you aware of yourself. You can feel nipples rubbing against material and the air around your pussy. All this makes one tremendously turned on. It was still quite light so we were not invisible as I was pulled into a gateway for a snog. There is no point being coy on these occasions so my arms went around his neck and I spread a little for the inevitable invasion. It felt deliciously wicked to be kissed and fingered in the open. He slid his hand back and forward between my labia as our tongues danced together.Pausing to look into each other's eyes as his two fingers slid right up I asked him if he wanted me to wet myself, a special pleasure of ours. 'Not yet' was the quick reply and we walked on hand in hand.We reached our front garden which is fairly concealed from view. This time he pushed me against a wall and then lifted my skirt right up to my waist as we kissed. "When you cum" he said as he renewed his massage of my lips and clit. I was now very turned on. I whispered to him that he should make the arrangements for my punishment. He just took my hand and moved it to my cunt. With him lightly kissing my face I rubbed above my clit. I must have looked a complete slut, leaning back, knees slightly bent and my dress gathered right up.He was just moving a hand into my breasts as I came. I did manage to relax completely and let myself urinate at the same time. He kissed me quite hard through the moment and as it ended the tears flowed once more. I am crying a lot these days.Ten minutes later I was knelt on the floor in our home office, my head right down, as hubby applied cold KY to my bum hole. I was to be buggered. It was very erotic pushing back on his hand as he massaged his intended target. I never quite get used to this form of sex. The knot of fear as he presses his erection against me, the sudden jolt as he moves through that first barrier and then a weird feeling of fullness as he presses home.He moved slowly back and forth holding my hips for better leverage. A whispered instruction from him brought my fingers to my clit. No finesse just get myself off as quickly as possible. It was quite submissive really and the sheer dirtiness of it all soon had me gasping through a nice cum.He held himself deep within me as my contractions slowed and then slid out, still hard. We use a condom for this type of sex and I slid it from him now as we rested, he sat on a chair and I curled up on the floor with my head on his thigh.We were both naked and his erection looked wonderful. I just lightly caressed it and his balls.The next few moments marked a step change in my personal life. The front door opened and immediately John placed a firm hand on my head, holding me still. A shout from my daughter was returned with "In here".She came through the door and stopped. She wore a dress, very short for her, showing off her wonderful thighs. "Your mother has agreed. You can go ahead and make the arrangements". What can only be described as a dirty grin lit up her face. She walked over and kissed her father full on the lips, her hand gripping his cock as she did so.The kiss took several seconds before she broke away and stood in front of him. He gripped his tool and masturbated blatantly as we both watched. His ejaculation was directed towards my face and I followed it by taking him in my mouth to swallow the rest of his cum. By the time I had finished she had gone. Still naked we went to bed.