After ordering his woman to undress but keep on her stockings and heels, Sam turned to pipsqueak and told him to stand at the bottom of their king-size bed and bend forward over the iron bedframe. The sound of Sam unbuckling his belt had a nervous pipsqueak twisting his head around to see what was happening.
As Linda climbed onto the bed and rearranged the pillows to make herself comfortable Sam snapped at pipsqueak, ‘Don’t look at me sissy, look at your wife. I want you to look her in the eyes and keep looking her in the eyes while I give you the thrashing you deserve!’
‘But I haven’t done anything…Sir,’ the wimp moaned.
‘You don’t get to decide if or when you are punished pipsqueak,’ Linda laughed. ‘You promised me you would be a good gurl and an obedient maid for Sam’s visit. Now do as you’re told or, when Sam is finished with his belt, I’ll take my crop to your sissy backside!’
Swish, CRACK! Sam’s belt whistled through the air to lay into pipsqueak’s bottom cheeks. He tried to pretend it didn’t hurt at first. Presumably some small remaining vestige of macho pride. It didn’t last though and by the fifth stroke his head was down as he tried to muffle his cries in the duvet.
‘Head up sweetheart!’ Linda reminded her husband with a smile. ‘I want to see right into those baby blues as you submit to my lover’s belt. I want to know you’re looking at my sexy body as I lie waiting for a real man to join me in my bed. When Sam has finished beating you, I’m going to give him something I never gave you. Do you know why I never gave it to you?’
CRACK!
‘Answer the lady pipsqueak!’ Sam yelled at him.
‘Because I didn’t deserve it Mistress?’ the sissy mumbled.
‘Are you asking me or telling me?’ Linda scolded her.
‘I don’t know Mistress,’ the poor thing pleaded, clearly unable to focus on the question and afraid of incurring his wife’s or her lover’s further displeasure.
‘You’re right pipsqueak, you didn’t deserve it,’ Linda smiled. ‘But mainly it’s because you were never man enough to take it. Just like you were never man enough for a lot of things!’
CRACK!
‘Ahh! Please it really hurts! Please, no more!’
‘I’m sorry sissy,’ Linda consoled her poor maid, ‘I’m not the one holding the belt. If I tried to stop Sam, he might just decide to give me the same treatment. I couldn’t stop him and neither could a wimp like you. So, you’ll just have to suck it up and make sure you try extra hard to avoid any future whippings by being a really good gurl for him.’
CRACK!
‘Please, Sir!’ pipsqueak tried pleading with Sam.
‘One more sissy,’ Linda’s lover smirked as he raised his arm, his bicep bulging and making her even more desperate to feel him inside her, taking what her husband had never dared to take but what Sam considered his right as her lover and her husband’s cuckolder. The last one had twice the force of those that preceded it making poor pipsqueak scream and drop to the floor, kissing Sam’s boots and telling him he would be a good gurl.
‘Stand up and undress me,’ Sam ordered. ‘Be quick about it unless you want another dozen like the last one faggot!’
The humiliation of being made to undress another man must have been awful enough but it was added to by the knowledge that he was preparing that man to fuck his wife. Pipsqueak’s hands shook as he removed each item of clothing, folded it carefully and laid it on his wife’s dressing table stool.
‘Now get on your knees,’ Sam looked over at Linda and winked as pipsqueak dropped to his knees, clearly trying not to look at Sam’s rapidly growing cock as it waved right in front of his face. ‘New rules for you pipsqueak,’ Sam smiled down at him. ‘That,’ he pointed at Linda, ‘is my property. You don’t touch my property, not even to do something like holding hands. You don’t kiss her anywhere except her feet or her pussy and then only if I give you permission. Bear in mind if I do give you permission that you’ll be kissing her feet to thank her for keeping you in chastity and cuckolding you. And you’ll be kissing her pussy to clean up my spunk as it leaks back out of her. Out of the pussy that should belong to her husband alone but that, because her husband is a pathetic sissy faggot who can’t satisfy her, belongs to me. Have you got all of that pipsqueak? If there’s anything you’re not entirely sure about you can get back in position for another whipping to help you concentrate.’
‘No Sir, I’ve got it, I understand. Please, I can’t take another belting!’
‘Tell me who your wife belongs to then,’ Linda’s alpha lover mocked.
‘You Sir, my wife belongs to you.’
‘Tell her,’ Sam demanded as he smiled at Linda, making her tremble with lust for him.
‘You belong to him,’ the beta husband muttered, unable to look at his smiling wife.
‘Who’s him, faggot?’ Sam yelled at him.
‘You belong to Mr Sam, Mistress,’ pipsqueak hurried to correct his mistake.
‘Now show me you mean it,’ Sam demanded. ‘Suck me. Get my cock ready to fuck your unfaithful slut of a wife! Tell you wife first though why you’re gonna suck my cock!’
‘Please Mistress, I’m going to suck Mr Sam’s cock,’ the wimp mumbled.
‘And why are you going to do that honey?’ Linda mocked her husband, cocking her head to one side in the innocent playful way that made him almost explode with love for her.
‘To get him ready to fuck you Mistress.’
‘I don’t think that’s the only reason now, is it?’ Linda smiled. ‘I think you like sucking Sam’s big cock almost as much as I do. Isn’t that right?’
‘Please Mistress, I… ‘
‘Answer me properly pipsqueak or I’ll ask Sam to take his belt to you again, then send you off to do your housework so you won’t get to watch!’ Linda yelled him, making him cringe.
‘Please Mistress,’ pipsqueak began, knowing he had no choice but to admit to his wife and her bull that he really was exactly that – a cocksucker, a sissy cocksucker. A sissy who sucked cocks because he liked it. ‘I like sucking Mr Sam’s huge cock to get it ready to fuck you, Mistress.’
‘That’s better,’ Sam joined in as he wiped his giant black cock across pipsqueak’s lips until he opened up. ‘Now show your sexy wife what a good gurl you are. Suck that cock, slut. Suck it good!’
