I Deserve to be Punished [Adulteress I]
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by David Jewell
Category: Erotica/BDSM Erotica
Description: Her Punishments Were Just Beginning! In the middle of his graveyard shift, officer Ron Gibbons returns home to get his gym bag for his morning workout and discovers his wife, Samantha, in bed with a well-known attorney. After handcuffing Samantha to the bed, he takes the naked attorney downstairs at gun point, to teach him a lesson or two. Returning, he explains to Samantha that because he can't trust her any more, he'll be take more control of her including everything from what she'll be wearing to work to what kind of sex they will enjoy. Doing some shopping that day, he introduces his wife that night to a very special pair of latex panties and finally a leather chastity belt to keep her mindful of how upset he is with her adulterous behavior and to impress on her that he now owns her--all of her. Samantha is not happy to say the least. But she accepts her punishment and hopes that things will return to normal in the near future. Little does she realize her punishments are just beginning.
eBook Publisher: Renaissance E Books/Sizzler Editions,
eBookwise Release Date: October 2007
30 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [135 KB]
Reading time: 90-126 min.
"I love how that feels," moaned Samantha.
"So do I," agreed Peter as he took her from the missionary position with long, increasingly faster and harder strokes.
"Oh, yeah. I need that so much." Holding onto his waist, she encouraged him to give her what she wanted.
In the dim moonlight of the bedroom, he could see her breasts moving back and forth. He pushed all the way in so he could kiss her. He felt her tongue entering his mouth as her breasts pressed into his chest. He moaned as his tongue slid over and around hers. Then he pushed up and continued where he had left off. "Ohhhhh."
"More," she demanded. "I want you so much." * * * *
Officer Ron Gibbons pulled his police car into the driveway of his house a little after three in the morning. He was out of beat but he needed his gym bag so he could workout after his shift. "Why don't you come in for a minute? I think there are two pieces of pie left."
"Sounds good," Dennis Fort, his partner for the last year, answered.
Quietly so as to not wake his wife, Ron and Dennis entered his house. He gave his partner a puzzled look when he heard sounds coming from upstairs. "I'll be right back. Help yourself to some pie." He pointed to the kitchen counter.
Ron silently climbed the carpeted staircase. His hand instinctively moved to his sidearm as he followed the sounds to his bedroom. He paused outside the door and listened.
"More. I want more."
His eyes flashed in anger when he heard his wife. He drew his weapon. He silently turned the door knob. He was thankful that he kept the hinges oiled when he pushed the door open and it didn't make a sound.
"You feel so good," Peter voiced. He didn't hear Ron moving across the room nor did Samantha.
"Oh, yeah. Yes!" Samantha came loudly.
Peter erupted and then froze after his first ejaculation when he felt the cold barrel of a gun at the base of his neck. "Don't hurt me," he begged.
"I ought to kill you," Ron said in a steady, cold voice.
It was Samantha's turn to freeze when she heard her husband's voice. "Ron, don't hurt him."
"Shut the fuck up, bitch."
"I said shut the fuck up."
She recoiled over the anger she heard in his voice. She felt Peter slipping out of her as he quickly became flaccid. Her heart was pounding over being discovered. She bit her lip knowing that she had fucked up in every sense of the word.
Ron reached over and turned on the lamp on the nightstand. "And who do we have here?"
Peter turned to look at him. He didn't say a word. He felt his heart pounding as the barrel of the gun was now pressed into his forehead.
"Peter Morris," Ron said when he recognized the prominent attorney who was also on the church council of the church he infrequently attended. "You can shut the fuck up, too," he interjected when Peter started to open his mouth.
Ron removed his handcuffs. He handcuffed his wife to the headboard of their bed. Removing the gun from Peter's forehead, he stood. "You can get up now."
Peter got out from between Samantha's legs. Humiliated and terrified, he stood naked in front of Ron, who kept the gun pointed at him. He kept his eyes lowered.
Ron looked at his wife as she laid there naked and fully exposed. "You disgust me."
"I'm sure you are." He looked at Peter. "Get on your knees."
Okay. Don't hurt me." He knelt on the floor.
"I won't right now. But I want you to watch what I'm going to do to my wife before I deal with you." He removed a dildo from the nightstand. "Spread your legs, slut."
Filled with fear and embarrassed, she did. She looked at the dildo. She tensed when he sat on the bed and placed the tip against her pussy.
"Since you enjoy having things pussy, enjoy this, slut."
"Ohh," she moaned as he none-to-gently pushed the dildo all the way into her pussy. She blushed.
"Cover yourself up, slut."
"Okay." Her voice quivered. Using her free hand, she pulled the sheet over herself.
"I'll be back when I'm finished with your boyfriend. Don't even think about taking it out." Using his sidearm, he pointed to the pile of clothing on the floor. "Pick up your clothes." He smiled as Peter quickly did. "Is my wife a good fuck?"
Peter didn't know what to say. He just stood there holding his clothes.
"Answer me. Is my wife a good fuck?" His question humiliated Samantha.
"Yes." If it weren't for the gun, he would have bolted for the door.
"I hope you enjoyed her. It maybe the last time you fuck anyone." He pointed his gun at his privates.
"I'm sorry. Don't."
"As much as I would love to shot off your balls, I won't. But I have something else in mind for your pathetic cock." He gave him a wicked smile. "Get your ass downstairs."
Samantha cursed herself for being so stupid when they left. She felt the handcuff biting into her wrist. She hoped that Ron wouldn't do anything stupid.
"Look who I found banging my wife," Ron said as they walked into the kitchen.
"No shit, partner?"
Peter looked at the floor. He wanted nothing more than to be far away from here. He covered himself with the clothes he was carrying.
"I think we need to teach him a lesson," Ron said.
"I'd cut off his balls if he was doing my girlfriend."
Peter felt his heart rate skyrocket. "Please let me go. I won't do it again."
"I know you won't do it again and I'm going to make sure that you don't."
"What are you going to do?"
"We're going to use the taser on your pathetic cock and balls. You won't be fucking anyone for sometime."
"You can't do that." His voice reflected his panic.
"Oh, you can fuck my wife, but I can't taser your balls. Think again, asshole."
"I'm sorry. I'll never look at your wife again."
"Drop your clothes on the floor. Do it," he demanded when he hesitated.
"Please don't," he begged when Ron removed his taser from his Sam Browne belt.
He gave him an evil smile. "Use his tie and blindfold him."
"Okay." Dennis gathered up Peter's tie and placed it over his eyes. He was wondering just how far his partner was going to go.
Peter bit his lip as he was plunged into darkness. He wished with all of his heart that he had stayed home tonight. "Don't hurt me," he begged.
"You're not such a big man now."
"I'll say. Look at his limp dick," added Dennis. He took the rubber band that Ron handed him.
Ron placed the taser on against Peter's penis. "This is really going to hurt."
"Please don't." He started to cry.
"What a pussy. If you can't do the time, don't do the crime."
"Don't." He was in a full panic.
"I'm going to enjoy this so much. Are you ready to pay the price for your crime?"
"No! Don't do it."
"Sorry. But you deserve this." He jerked the taser as if he had used it.
"OUCH!" screamed Peter as Dennis snapped the rubber band on the tip of his penis. He had no doubt that his penis had been electrocuted. "OUCH! OUCH!" he yelled as Dennis snapped the rubber band on each of his balls.
Upstairs, Samantha flinched when she heard Dennis yelling. She wondered what her husband had done to her lover. She felt a growing anxiety as she wondered what he was going to do her when he was finished downstairs.
"OUCH!" Peter recoiled as the tip of his penis was assaulted one more time.
Ron removed Peter's blindfold. He showed him the taser. "I didn't use it this time. I will if I ever catch you doing anyone other than your wife. Understand?"
"Yes." He was relieved but completely humiliated as he stood naked before them. "Can I go?"
Ron looked sternly into his eyes. "You can go. And I would suggest that you keep mouth shut about what happened tonight or I will ruin you, your career and your reputation. Have I made myself clear?"
"Good. And I will be watching you. Get dressed and get out of my sight."
Peter gathered up his clothing, dressed and left as quickly as possible. Sitting behind the steering wheel of his Lexus that he had parked a block away, he breathed a big sigh of relief.
"Why don't you come upstairs with me while I take care of my slut wife," Ron suggested.
"Are you sure?"
Samantha bit her lower lip when her husband came into the bedroom. Her eyes widened when she saw Dennis. She pulled the sheet more tightly around her. "I'm sorry."
"So is Peter."
"What did you do to him?"
"I taught him a lesson that he won't soon forget. And I can guarantee that you'll never be fucking him again. You're nothing but a whore."
She recoiled when she heard the anger in his voice. "I'm sorry. Forgive me. I'll never do it again."
He smiled an evil smile. "I'm not sure about forgiving you. But I am going to teach you a lesson."
"What?" Her heart was now pounding.
He ripped the sheet away from her. He smiled as she tried to hide her nakedness from Dennis by trying to cover her breasts with her free hand. "I bet you liked having Peter look at your pussy. Didn't you?"
"Yes." She flushed in embarrassment when she saw Dennis staring at her. She was doubly embarrassed knowing that the dildo was still in her pussy.
"Take you hand away and show Dennis your tits. Do it, slut."