Sunday, December 28, 2008

A Butlers Job Is Never Done

Paul and Frances Cunningham have been married for ten years. They are seriously into S and M, They both like the rolls that they play in their love life.


Paul has restrained Frances to a punishment bench. There punishment bench, that is stored in the basement to their Long Island home. Paul is the Dom and Frances is the Sub, or bottom as it is sometimes referred as.

Paul is walking around Frances, holding a long swishy cane, one very expensive and elaborate cane. "Young lady, I think today I'm going to give this cute backside of yours a good thrashing."

She giggles. "He, he, he, he, he. Paul, please don't I promise to be a very good girl. I'll never talk back to you again."

Swish. Crack. "OOOOOO."

He gives her a good cut of the cane on her backside. "Paul. That will never do young lady. Slave must be more polite to their owners."

As the cane makes contact with her bottom, she tightens her muscles. "Slave, of my Paul. Please don't I'll be so good."

Swish. Crack. "OOOOOO."

"That's master, not Paul. Now are you going to behave yourself?" A second cut, not quite where the first one landed. Again she had screamed. The cuts were easy. Paul was going easy on her backside. Leading up to the main beating he was going to inflict.

"Oh god master. Please let me go, Frances will behave, you'll see I will."

Ring. Ring. Ring. Paul’s cell phone was ringing. He puts the cane down across Frances's back and answers it. He goes over to the corner and talks on it for almost five minutes. She can't hear what he's saying. But he does seem to be agitated. He then hangs it up and comes back to her. Reaching his hand out and rubbing her backside. He fingers one of the welts that is quite obviously fresh. "Frances my dear, I must get to work. There's been some difficulty and one of my clients has been arrested and needs a lawyer. I'll have to finish this latter."

She pulls on her restraints, expecting him to release her. But quickly finds that he isn't going to. She hears him walking up the stairs from the basement. "Paul, in the name of god. Don't leave me here. I can't move an inch and there's who knows what type of insects down here."

At the top of the stairs he stops and turns. Looking back down, he says. "Slave, there are no insects or mice or anything down there. You know perfectly well that it's kept quite clean. After all, you’re the one who I have scrub it clean. Now hush up."

She screeches at him. "GOD DAMN YOU, GET THAT ASS OF YOURS BACK DOWB HERE, NOW."

She doesn't hear him walk down the stairs; instead she hears the door close.

Paul walks along the hallway. "Jeffrey, Jeffrey. Get me my coat. I have to go out."

Jeffrey, the butler comes running with his coat. "Sir when will you be returning?"

"I don't know." Paul looks toward the basement door. "Jeffrey, the Mrs. is in the basement, I've got her tied to a bench. Would you be so good as to go down there and give her a good hiding, with the cane that is resting on her back. I think 16 will do her a world of good."

Jeffrey turns and walks along the hallway, he's got a broad smile on his face. He has know about their little peccadillo, but they paid goods, so he didn't mind it. He'd never been allowed to even see them in the basement, let alone help. He wasn't even allowed in the basement, whether they where there or not. But he didn't really like Mrs. Cunningham and had secretly fantasized about what he had just been instructed to do.

Jeffrey opened the door and started down the stairs. From the basement he heard Mrs. Cunningham. "Oh god Paul, thank god you came back. Please release me. These restraints are a bit tight and are beginning to hurt me."

Jeffrey can see Frances's bare ass and a bit of her pubic area. He reaches down and adjusts his penis in his pants. Walking over to her, he stands in front of Frances. She screeches. "OOOOOO, Jeffrey, turn around. I'm naked."

Jeffrey doesn't turn around, instead he picks up the cane and swishes it through the air a few times. Swish. Swish. Swish. "Jeffrey, put that thing down and get out of here this instant."

He doesn't of course. He's enjoying himself much too much. Swish. Swish. Swish. Goes the cane again. "Jeffrey, if you don't leave this basement now, I'll have Mr. Cunningham fire you and then I'll have you arrested.

Jeffrey looks at Frances's bare ass. He has always thought about what a fine ass it was, and had even though of patting it a few times. But knew if he did he'd be fired. "Mistress, Mrs. Cunningham has sent me down her. He instructed me to tan that fine ass of yours good. He has no intention of firing me for doing this."

She tries to free herself. "Oh my god, he wouldn't have. He couldn't have."

Frances knew that he did, but that doesn't mean that she wants the help to beat her or even see her like this. Trussed up, like a calf for the slaughter. Jeffrey doesn't say another word, Frances on the other hand has all sorts of words to say. Jeffrey backs up and puts the cane against her backside. "Jeffrey I'm warning you, I'll get you for this."

Swish. Crack. "Yeeeeeeowch." Swish. Crack. "Yeeeeeeowch. Oh my god Jeffrey. Stop this this instant." Swish. Crack. "Yeeeeeeowch." Swish. Crack. "Yeeeeeeowch. Jeffrey, I said to stop this indignity." Swish. Crack. "Yeeeeeeowch. Oh my god, Please stop, you're hurting me." Swish. Crack. "Yeeeeeeowch."

Jeffrey didn't say a word, he simply continued to do what his employer had instructed him to do, beat his wife. He was enjoying this very much. More than he'd ever enjoyed anything ever. If it had been Paul beating her, Frances would also have been enjoying it. But with Jeffrey standing there beating her she wasn't. It wasn't just the sex or the pain that she enjoyed in these circumstances. It was the fact that the man she loved was beating her backside. Then screwing her good, which she enjoyed mightily.

Swish. Crack. "Yeeeeeeowch." Swish. Crack. "Yeeeeeeowch."

Frances had broken down all together. She lay there and cried like she had never cried before. "Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo."

Swish. Crack. "Yeeeeeeowch." Swish. Crack. "Yeeeeeeowch." Swish. Crack. "Yeeeeeeowch." Swish. Crack. "Yeeeeeeowch." Swish. Crack. "Yeeeeeeowch."

Jeffrey finished the beating of his employer’s wife and put the cane down on Frances's back, where he had found it. He then forgot himself and rubbed her bare, sore and welt covered backside. She said nothing, all she did was cry. He then went up those stairs, which he had descended just half an hour earlier. One hell of a hard on between his legs.

Jeffrey was so sexually excited that, even though it was the middle of the day and he went to see his wife. Who was Frances's personal maid and he took her to bed and screwed her better than he had ever screwed her before.

As for poor Frances she lay there and cried. She cried until Paul came home, latter in the day. He removed her from the restraints and threw her over his shoulder, carrying her to their bedroom. She didn't say a word about the entire ordeal. But they screwed as hard as Jeffrey and his wife had screwed. With only one difference, Unlike Killie, her maid, she screwed her man on top. He ass was much too sore to lay on it for three days. Sitting was also out of the question.

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