Wife Seeks Help In Training Her Submissive Husband!

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN.

“Shall I show Pippa what’s in store for her?” Helen asked.

“Why not?” Karen agreed.

Helen walked around in front of me, and showed me the item she’d brought down from our bedroom. My eyes bulged, as I saw the strap-on dildo that was in her hands. A nine” Latex cock, attached to a harness!

“Strip off then Karen…” Helen urged, “And then put this on!”

Karen came round in front of me, and began a sexy striptease, further stirring my rampant cock, and causing me to wriggle in my bonds!

“He wants to be a girl… so… let’s show him everything that a girl must do! I seem to recall that these were my words when we caught you.” Susan added.

“Yes,” Alicia piped up, “And let’s face it… men always expect their women to service their cocks!”

“It’ll be my pleasure to show you how we do it, Pippa.” Karen finished.

Naked now, Karen slipped into the strap-on dildo, as Susan tightened it around her waist and hips, buckling it shut onto her groin. My eyes were transfixed, as I watched her Latex penis sticking out before her, as rampant as could be. It was as raging a hard-on as I had ever seen!

Panic swept through me, as Karen returned to my rear. Helen looked over to Alicia, and said:

“I have another of those, right there…” She pointed to someplace behind my back. “Would you like to be the next to take part in her training? I was thinking that Pippa’s first lesson could be ‘The Spit-Roast…’ Are you up for that?”

“I’d love it!” Alicia replied, obviously excited at the prospect.

“Strip off too then Alicia…” Helen urged, “And then put this one on for us!”

Alicia too came around to face me, teasing me further as she removed her clothing, item by item… as provocatively as she could. I felt my pleasure rising, as the anticipation of what was to happen to me rose ever more!

Once more, I stared, as Alicia slipped into the strap-on dildo… and as Susan tightened it around her waist and hips, buckling it shut onto her groin. Susan approached each of the women. She handed each one a pair of high-heels, requesting that they don them, and explaining that naked women always looked far sexier in heels. She followed this by whispering to each one, and confirming with each of them what she had planned for them to do.

“Make sure that you get all of this on video, Helen. The girls are going to wear these Ballroom masks, so that they cannot be recognized… but, try to get Pippa’s face in shot as often as you can, okay?” Susan said.

Alicia and Karen complied at once… donning their masks, and thus hiding their identities from the camera. The ball-gag was removed from my mouth, but was immediately replaced by Alicia’s Latex cock.

I felt my panties being moved to one side at the rear, and Karen gradually began to enter me, pushing her strap-on, gently into my arse.

Slowly, I felt her filling my rear… pushing in the cock-head first of all, and then little by little, moving the shaft in and out of me! I felt the skirt of my mini-dress being pushed up, over my hips, thus exposing my bum-cheeks to view. Karen withdrew the dildo from my backside. I suddenly felt something slapping my cheeks! I tried to yelp, but Alicia was still fucking my mouth with her fake dick, and I only managed a muffled:

“Mmmmmmphhhhh!”

“’Pippa must be punished for lying…’ I think these were the words I said to my daughter, weren’t they Pippa? I also seem to recall saying to Karen: ‘I hope that you will be willing to help my daughter and me to teach her perverted husband… a lesson that he’ll never forget!’ Do you remember that Pippa? Well… you are about to receive a lengthy bout of ‘corporal punishment’ for lying to Helen! A punishment that I believe to be fitting to your ‘crime.’ A punishment that you are in the perfect position to receive, and so… A punishment that we will administer right now! Alicia, until it’s your turn, you will continue to make Pippa give you ‘head.’ This will ensure that she cannot scream, or become too noisy! Once it becomes your turn… Karen will swap places with you, so that Pippa’s cooperation is assured.”

“Pippa’s punishment will consist of her arse being spanked by each one of us.” Helen took over the instructions, which mother and daughter had obviously discussed in length whilst they’d been alone upstairs.

“I’ve decided on the order that I want us to use. I will go first, spanking him with my hands… Karen will be second, and will use a leather belt. She will then swap places with Alicia, filling Pippa’s mouth with her strap-on. She will be third in-line, and I thought that she should spank him with the back of her hairbrush… a nice touch, as she’s a beautician! My mother Susan will take last place, and she will use her favourite implement… one that I felt many times in my youth… One that she will fetch in a moment from the tree in my back garden… A bunch of young, bendy birch twigs!”

“How many strokes can we give him… sorry, ‘her…’ each?” Alicia asked.

“Karen, I’ll allow you to choose. A minimum of six. A maximum of twenty-four… EACH!” Helen presented Karen with the choice.

“A simple choice then Helen. Twenty-four strokes each! Ninety-six in total! Pippa deserves every one of them, I think!” Karen chose.

“Let’s get changed first, mum.” Susan and Helen left the room. Karen pushed her Latex dick back inside me, and began to pump it in and out of my arse-pussy… much harder than she had before!

About ten minutes later, the door opened, and I heard them return. They strode around to face me, and I was shocked to see them both dressed in leather ‘Catwoman’ outfits… their faces masked… their bodies covered in skin-tight leather, and with each of them wearing thigh high boots that must have sported at least eight” heels! Once again, I felt Karen slide out of me. This time though, Helen took up her position behind me. Her hand began to administer my spanking, each stroke falling slowly, and each slightly harder than before! By the twelfth stroke, my arse cheeks were aflame! Still, I was unable to scream! The next twelve fell, covering both my cheeks… and the insides of my thighs!

I noticed that Susan had taken her place by the video… and realized that I was now the star of the show. This was evidence with which they could surely ruin me… or with which they could blackmail me into doing whatever they wanted… forever more!

The whipping came next, as Karen used her belt to administer her strokes upon my bare arse! This time, my bum was hot and red by the sixth stroke… the backs of my legs by the twelfth, and my inner thighs by the eighteenth! The last six were administered to my lower back, and by the end of it, I was sobbing… as tears ran down my face!

Karen swapped places with Alicia, and began face fucking me with her dildo. She pushed much further into my mouth, forcing me to ‘deep-throat’ her latex dick!

Alicia obviously relished the idea of spanking a submissive, crossdressed ‘sex-slave’ with the brush that she regularly used on her clients at work.

“I’ll always think of this moment, when I use this brush to style my ladies’ hair.”

Her strokes were by far the hardest that I’d been given until then. She hit me on my cheeks and on my inner thighs, applying each stroke firmly and rapidly… The entire spanking taking less than a minute!

I hadn’t realized that Susan had left the room, until I heard the door opening upon her return! When it did, I realized that I really was about to receive a ‘birching’ with the twigs that she’d brought in from outside.

Alicia came into view, and began fucking Karen with her strap-on! Much to my horror and my disbelief, I felt my cock begin to harden once again! This didn’t go unnoticed, and I heard Helen point it out to her mother:

“You’d better punish this slut properly mum, because she’s getting all excited again!”

“Don’t you worry darling,” Susan replied… “I’m gonna take my time with this one! Do you think that this deserves ‘double’ strokes, ladies?” she asked.

“Ooohhh, yes!” Helen replied, as the others nodded their consent.

‘Forty-eight strokes…’ I thought, ‘I don’t know if I can take this!’

Slowly, and with much precision, Susan began my birching!

On her twelfth stroke, she moved away, and whispered something to my wife! Helen nodded, and Susan returned… only to rip my knickers off, leaving my throbbing ‘clit’ hanging down beneath my body!

I’d expected her to continue birching me, but before she did, I felt her brushing something the length of my cock… and across my balls. She pulled it away from my body, and showed me what she was using! I tried to scream, but Karen was still gagging me with her fake penis…

“AAAAArrrghhhh… MMMMmmppphhhhh!” I screamed into my gag!

She began to brush my sex organ again… but, this time I knew what she was doing it with! A large bunch of stinging nettles were in her gloved hand, and my ‘clit’ and balls began to burn furiously!

To my great surprise, the effect this had on me was to increase the stimulation that I was feeling! I began to get even harder than before!

“Thrash her some more… the dirty slag’s enjoying it!” Helen called out.

Susan returned to my birching, and bit by bit, I received my final thirty-six strokes!

My punishment over, I was released from my bondage, and made to stand in the corner of the room, with my hands on my head! The four women gathered together once more, whispering animatedly amongst themselves. They pointed in my direction a few times, as they decided how to proceed from this point onwards.