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Jim's Story - part nine

Date: Thu, 29 Oct 2009 15:15:42 -0400
From: randolphus


Jim's Story by randolphus
first part linked here


part nine


The next morning, I got up early and made coffee. But what about
lusting? Where in my head do I turn it off? Maybe after I do
this for a while it will not be so overwhelming? I brought the
coffee up. Kissed the sleeping Sarah and waited.

She woke up, smiled at me, and said: "Did you curtsy when you
went out and came in?"

I was thinking about lying, but it was my wife, so I said, "No
Miss Sarah, you were sleeping."

Sarah said: "Dear Jim, you don't understand, we never said
except when we're sleeping, and besides you don't know for sure
that I was sleeping, tell mom that you forgot to curtsy and are
being tiresomely argumentative, maybe she needs to soap your
mouth more."

I said: "Yes ma'am, I'll tell her."

Then she got up and sipped at the coffee and told me how nice it
was to have it. Then we went into the bathroom, Sarah holding
the coffee and I attending to her. Sarah wanted a shower and
wanted me to help but wouldn't let me remove the girdle. I felt
like I was dressed in the shower and I washed all of her. I
found it thrilling to wash her legs on my knees and look up at
her and see her shape. Then stand and wash her pussy and ass and
work up her chest to her boobs. I was sort of dripping while I
dressed her, so she dismissed me to prepare her breakfast.

I had most of the food staged and put it onto the table in
seconds, and darted out to get the newspaper for her.

So here's the situation. This woman gives me a magnificent BJ,
and then bitches at me that I didn't curtsy and rats me out or
makes me confess to the superbitch. She forces me into the
shower, then decides I'm too wet to dress her. It's hard to know
where I stand.

She came down and I warmed up her coffee. I got her some ice
water. She seemed to like the granola and yogurt together. I
make a note to place it in a bowl tomorrow. When she finished, I
got her jacket and coat. I gave her a hug to see if I may kiss
her. She grabbed my head and gave me a hard kiss and she said:
"Jim, I love you so much."

And she went out the door.

I cleaned the kitchen. I prepared the other grapefruit half for
Kathleen, after cutting the sections I sprinkled on sugar and
cinnamon. I then took coffee for Kathleen. She was sleeping but
I curtsied anyway.

I left her sleeping, curtsied on the way out, and returned to
the kitchen to read the newspaper. I checked Kathleen and she
was up and was happy to have the coffee. And she held it while I
patted her dry.

I was not wet anymore, maybe a little damp, so Kathleen let me
dress her. Today she liked the green panties and bra, and beige
stockings and shiny brown garters. Both of us were observing if
I was lusting. Can one appreciate the feel of nylons rounding
the curves of a lady's leg as erotic without getting aroused?
Especially if you're on your knees looking straight into a bushy
crotch, or if you look up you're staring into naked boobs. I am
genetically disposed to get super aroused, but I was slightly
satiated from Sarah last night and intimidated by yesterday's
beating.

But Kathleen's sexiness won out. She said, "The strap is still
available you know?"

I said, "Yes ma'am, I'm doing my best but you are too lovely."

She slapped me, "You may not talk to me that way, I am your
Mother In Law, you don't talk to me like a girl friend."

I hung may head and said; "I'm terribly sorry Miss Kathleen."

I had gotten her stockings clipped into the garters when she
decided I was lusting. I just had to put her panties on. I did.

She said: "Get the book."

I said, "Yes ma'am." And I found the book, brought it back and
kneeled in front of her.

She said: "Write in 'Disrespectful speaking to mask bestial
lusting,' Does Sarah have any complaints?"

I said: "Yes ma'am, She said I should report that I 'failed to
curtsy and and was tiresomely argumentative and you should soap
my mouth more' but oh please Miss Kathleen, ma'am, no soap."

Kathleen said, "I'm sorry Jim, but I didn't think these
punishments were something that required your approval. Please
write what Sarah requested. I have a responsibility to see that
her wishes are carried out."

I wrote. Then Kathleen asked for the book.

Kathleen said: "I have a new device that I think you will find
effective. We can conduct several punishments at once." Kathleen
continued, "All in good time, how about a blouse and skirt for
me and then breakfast."

I was becoming afraid. What was she going to do? I quickly said:
"Yes ma'am, what may I get you?"

Kathleen said, "Skip it for now, let's have breakfast, then we
will settle our accounts, and then you can finish dressing me."

I said, "Yes ma'am." Then I curtsied and walked into the
kitchen. Poured some coffee, straightened everything and waited
for Miss Kathleen.

When Kathleen came in, I curtsied and said: "What may I get you
Miss Kathleen?"

She saw the grapefruit and the coffee and the newspaper and
cooed "You are so thoughtful, Jim. Let me see, do you have
English muffins?" she asked.

I said: "Yes ma'am, may I toast a couple for you?"

She said, "Yes, and butter them for me."

I said: "Yes ma'am," and I toasted the muffins and buttered them
and put them on a plate and brought jam, and peanut butter. Then
I filled a glass with ice and water and brought it.

Kathleen said: "This is very nice Jim, come here for a kiss."

I bent down and got a kiss on my lip. I gently returned it but
it felt electric, I wanted to tell her how sexy she was but I
knew the best thing to do is not to say anything.

Kathleen said: "Put soapy water into the sink and put these
dishes into it to soak."

I said; "Yes ma'am." I was going to do that anyway. She walked
out and I curtsied.

Kathleen returned and I curtsied.

She said, "Let me show you this ingenious gag. It has this
little hole in the top and a plug for it. I will remove the plug
and fill it with the nice soapy water in the sink. Then I will
plug the top. There are a few very tiny holes in the bottom, the
holes are so tiny, that nothing comes out, but if I squeeze the
ball you see the fluid coming out. You will experience all this.
Lets put it on, when you are finished here you can report to my
room." She then placed the ball in my mouth and fastened it in
the back.

I didn't have a chance to say anything. I could taste the
soapiness of the outside of the gag and I felt a trickle of soap
run down my throat. In the nick of time I turned and curtsied.

I finished wiping and scraping off the food on the dishes, put
them into the dishwasher and hurried to Kathleen's room. I
curtsied but couldn't talk so I kneeled in front of her, sitting
in green panties and bra and garter and stockings, in the chair
where I was first spanked by her.

She said: "Stand by the hook, hands behind you." And she
handcuffed me.

She said: "Your initial term is one hour, any movement will
increase that. I want you to know you will get a dose of the
strap later today, and if you move now I will increase the
number of strokes you get later. I'm going to sit and watch you.
Please remember the soap is trying to help you with tiresome
arguing, and the standing still is to remind you to curtsy. I
expect you to show appreciation for the effort I'm taking to
correct your behavior."

I couldn't talk; I'm not allowed to move.

Talking to myself: "I'm being punished because I didn't curtsy
to a sleeping person and because I pointed out how absurd it was
to curtsy to a sleeping person. And why am I getting a strapping
in the stocks? So is she really there behind me, sitting regally
in green undies, I guess the roles are correct, I wouldn't make
her stand here with the awful soap dripping into her mouth. I
would do anything for her. How could I have fallen in love with
someone 25 years older than me?"

It is totally silent, not even the ticking of a clock.

I can hear her moving now, she went into the bathroom. I heard
the flush, maybe she's back. I'm getting sore in strange places
from standing rigidly still. "I will curtsy to the damn
refrigerator from now on and I won't argue."

Finally I felt her removing the handcuffs, I waited though.

A minute or more went by and she said: "You may come and kneel
down in front of me."

I did, and she leaned forward, her boobs on either side of my
head, and reached around and unsnapped the hook holding the gag
in place, and removed the gag from my mouth.

She said: "What have you to say?"

I said; "I thank you for taking the time to punish me to improve
my behavior."

She said: "What else?"

I said: "I will curtsy at all times and never argue."

She took my head in her hands and kissed me hard on the lips. I
kissed back. I was on fire with desire for her. But she pushed
my head away.

She said: "Were you impressed with the clever gag ball?"

I said: "Yes ma'am that was terrible, I have a tummy ache from
the soap and I have a sore throat."

She said: "You poor little baby, I didn't want to be so severe,
I remember you don't like soap. Maybe I can think of other foul
substances to use, if the event requires it. Now you have chores
to do and we have a correction session afterwards. So you better
get working."

I said: "Yes ma'am." And I curtsied when I left her bedroom.

I vacuumed, emptied the trash and took it out, emptied the
dishwasher, filled it from morning dishes. I dusted, looked
under furniture for dust, and finished in under 90 minutes. Then
I curtsied at Kathleen's doorway and said: "I'm finished with
the house chores." I wanted to add 'ma'am' I was in such a state
of subservience to this woman.

She said, "Strip and put yourself into the stocks, I'll be with
you in a moment."

I fastened the foot straps, and lay my head and hands into the
lower frame. And waited. It turned out to be a long 'moment.'

She came in and closed the top so my head and hands were
imprisoned. She fastened the waist strap and checked the ankle
straps. She moved away and came back with the strap and told me
to hold it in my mouth.

She said: "Hold this strap, it's sort of a gag, if you drop it
you will get five extra strokes. I advise you not to drop it.
The reason you are here is you made an overture to me that was
most unwelcome. You may not make overtures to Sarah or to me.
You may serve us as earnestly as you want, in fact we demand
that you do. But you may not ask, propose or in any way make
overtures. We can use you sexually. We can love you, but all you
can do back is to serve harder. Think about those points while
you are restrained here. I will be back in a while."

Once again I couldn't talk. She closed the blinds and pulled the
curtains closed so I was in a darkened room. She closed the door
and I presume she went out.

This is a bit extreme for me just saying I loved her. Did I say
that? Will I get this for hugging Sarah? I hope it won't be too
hard, but it will probably be harder; I'm actually scared. Oh
please Miss Kathleen. I wanted to get it over with. I'm hoping
an earthquake will happen and swallow me up. Finally the door
opens and she comes in, she's wearing lingerie again.

She takes the strap out of my mouth and she has a towel and
wipes the dripping saliva from my face and the strap.

She says: "Some authorities recommend oiling or wetting a strap
for best effect."

I don't know if I'm to answer.

Then she says: "Have you no comment about that?"

"I find your strap very effective as it is, Miss Kathleen," I
said.

She says: "You will thank me and count the strokes, the stroke
will not count if you fail."

Before I can say "Yes ma'am" I receive a zinger and I scream and
say: "Thank you Miss Kathleen, one," and immediately another one
lands even harder than the first, god it hurts, I scream:
"Please, thank you Miss Kathleen, two." And I'm breathing real
hard and another hard one lands, I scream: "God Please, thank
you Miss Kathleen, three."

She lands another one before I finish three, and says: "This one
is three, I recommend you stick to the required recitation
because there might not be enough time."

I'm crying now but I manage: "Thank you Miss Kathleen, three."

She says, "I hate to see you earn extra strokes, so be careful."

This went on, I don't know exactly how many strokes I got or how
many were extra but I don't ever want to experience that again.
She left me sobbing, after a very long time she came back with
Kleenex and wiped my nose and the tears in my eyes and left me
for another long time.

It had gotten dark outside and she came into the room, turned on
the light and released me. She helped me get my balance to
release the leg restraints, and watched me get my girdle back
on.

She said: "What have you learned waiting and thinking all this
time?"

I said: "I will never make overtures to you or Miss Sarah, Miss
Kathleen." I almost forgot to address her with the Miss.

She then hugged me and gave me a kiss on the lips that I was
sort of reluctant to return. She said: "If I kiss you, you may
kiss back." She took my head and kissed me again and I kissed
her back as if we were lovers. She said: "You better start
making dinner; Sarah is due home in less than an hour."

I thought 'who was the cause of making me late?' She really left
me in the stocks a long time after the hard beating.

read part ten here

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