Bully Training

         Frankie was surprised when Roy came home and said he'd seen Chisel, the schoolyard bully who had created such havoc in his life as a kid back in Philadelphia. "It's amazing, Frankie" Roy was saying as they had dinner. "Chisel's changed so much, he's a Buddhist now, and a probation officer as well."

    Frankie cocked her head, and a blonde curl fell into her cleavage, and Roy took an intake of breath...every time he saw her, even after seven years of marriage, seemed like the first. "Really? The guy who used to bully you? I would have thought he'd be on other side of the law. Didn't you tell me he used to take your lunch money and vandalize your car?" Roy nodded.

      Roy had been shocked when he'd ran into Chisel, walking through DC Superior Court with his fellow prosecutors, seeing the familiar big squarish head and beetlebrows of Ernesto "Chisel" Fantucci. Chisel  recognized him at the same time and came up to shake Roy's hand- -and apologize!

     "Dear, you were saying? The guy's not a criminal anymore? " Frankie asked. He looks so white when talking about this guy, she thought.

     "Well, Chisel went into the Marines after high school, and then got some therapy somewhere, and went to school, and now he's just a regular guy. It's amazing. From seventh grade on he used to beat me up and take my lunch money, and other things happened as well." Roy blushed and looked at his plate, and Frankie, an observant wife, looed past the table where Roy was shuffling his legs in that adoably geeky way. Frankie reached over and stroked Roy's crimson cheeks.
 
     Frankie wondered whether Chisel had molested Roy, though it seemed silly, since they were supposedly the same age. But Roy was like a child at times.

     Roy was finishing his dinner, but his mind was awhirl--he couldn't get the old demons to go away. Seeing Chisel, however nice the man was now, was plaguing him. The image stayed. "C'mon you little homo!" Chisel would drag Roy into the locker room, the delinquent thug bitch slapping the chubby National Merit Scholar, forcing Roy on his chubby knees and unzipping.

      Roy had to remind himself that things were different today. Elroy Myers, titular head of DC's Corporation Counsel, had had a coffee with Ernesto "Chisel" Fantucci, a lowly probation officer, and Chisel had said respectfully. "Mr. Myers, you are a great guy, and I'm so sorry I behaved that way back then." Roy had thought of telling Chisel that he could call Roy by his first name, but rather enjoyed the way "Mr. Myers" sounded in his old enemy's mouth.

      "If there's anything I can do, Mr. Myers, please tell me." Roy of courese had been quite gracious and realized that now he, Roy was in much more of a power position. Those old days were over forever!

      "Darling, don't you think about whatever it is that happened." Frankie said to Roy tenderly. "It's over now and you and that awful man can be friendly, or you can just avoid him. But you're an adult, and a very important one." Frankie stroked Roy's hair and tugged her sweater down a bit, further emphasizing her full cleavage, and Roy smiled, as she knew he would. Roy prized Frankie over anything else in the world, it seemed. He smiled at Frankie worshipfully.

      "Tell you what, why don't we play one of our little games tonight.""Frankie said with adventurous eyes. Roy smiled widely. "Yes Miss Francesca." Frankie's voice grew steely. "Then I want you to clean up this table, the dining room and the entire kitchen, spotlessly, and I'll be in to check in twenty minutes."Frankie slapped Roy lightly on the face and he looked at his plate ashamedly. "Twenty minutes, Elroy. And when I come to inspect, I want you naked and kneeling on the kitchen floor, with EVERYTHING SPOTLESS, as I said in twenty minutes."

       Roy arose hurriedly and undressed, folding his clothes neatly on one of the dining room chairs. As he cleared up the dining room, Roy thought gratefully of how wonderful Frankie had been in understanding his fantasies.

      They'd started out during the engagement with Frankie giving Roy an occasional bare-bottom hairbrush spanking. Roy could recall Frankie, who he had met as a young stripper being prosecuted for cocaine possession, walking into Roy's living room, her 40DD chest heaving in a snug sweater, ordering Roy to take down his pants. Roy could still feel his naked penis itching as it was pressed against Frankie's scratchy tweed miniskirt as she slammed Mummy's old elephant-tusk hairbrush against his bare bottom, as Roy's legs tangled miserably in his bunched up trousers.

     Frankie laughed as she went to her bedroom to change into the black satin bra and panty set that always drove Roy so wild. My God,sometimes she thought he was hotter for her in that outfit than when she was naked!

    Not that she was naked around Elroy that much these days. As Frankie attached the clasps together that connected her bra cups from the front, she breathed impetuously in the mirror, and watched her cleavage shake and bounce in the tiny black cups. Yes he'd like this. And was Roy in for quite a night!

    Roy of course thought that "spotless" just meant that he was to clear the table and wash the dinner things, but he had another think coming. Spotless was as Miss Francesca defined it. And of course Roy would whine when Frankie began punishing him for the shoddy work he'd done-- Roy whined easily, and in a way she couldn't blame that guy Chisel for bullying Roy a little bit.

     Frankie could imagine what a wuss Roy was in high school, as even now Roy was such a nerd. He had his stamp collection and enjoyed things like putting together jigsaw puzzles, unlike the chopper cycle building losers that Frankie had grown up around.

     Yes, Roy was a bit of a whiner, but he'd given Frankie such a new life, helped her give up drugs and the stripping/prostitution lifestyle that she'd been so accustomed to. She should have more patience with her wimp, really.

     Well, Frankie could take out some of her annoyance on Roy tonight. After she'd adjusted her lingerie, Frankie pulled fishnet stockings on, applied eyeliner and bright red lip gloss, and painted her nails the color of blood. What fun tonight would be!

     Roy began washing the dishes in the kitchen after having carefully wiped down the dining room and put up the chairs. Frankie had really begun to enjoy the games more and more in their first year of marriage, after learning that Roy the slave-boy would do as much housework as needed.

     The first eighteen months of marriage, it had been a normal sex life, with occasional bondage evenings, that Roy really looked forward to. By their fourth year of marriage, Frankie and Roy had escalated to an entire weekend of mistress/slave activity, with Roy tucking Frankie in bed in the evenings and then going down to sleep on the basement floor.

      Now they occasionally played during the week, and Frankie's punishment implements had advanced way beyond hairbrushes and willow switches.

     "Is this a game or not, Roy?" Frankie had asked the week before as Roy sniveled that Miss Francesca had gone a little far and too hard on his buttocks with her cat o' nine tails. Frankie had locked him in the closet that night and made loud moaning noises, playing with her vibrator. "I don't let crybabies lick my pussy, Elroy!" Roy had wept miserably, crouching naked under Frankie's fur coats in the boxy, hot little wardrobe.

     Now Roy scrubbed all the pans as cleanly as he could, and made sure everything was looking pristine. He knew better than to use the $15,000 dishwasher he'd bought Frankie for her birthday; during punishment sessions, slave Elroy had to wash everything himself. She'd taught him this by turning the dishwasher on and sticking Roy's head in it.

     Frankie took nearly forty minutes adjusting her makeup and putting up her hair. She still knew Roy wuoldn't have been done cleaning yet. Stepping into her high heels, Frankie picked up her bamboo cane and her Spencer paddle with all the lovely little holes in it, and went to check on her husband in the kitchen.

      She came upon Roy frantically wiping up the counter, stark naked, of course and when Roy saw Frankie, he immediatley threw down the rag and dropped to his knees in front of her, staring at the floor. "Why weren't you kneeling here already?" Frankie looked at her watch and thwacked Roy's shoulders and back with the bamboo cane. THWACK! THWACK! The cane bent slapping on Roy's back and welts arose against Roy's pale, flabby skin.

     "It's been forty fucking minutes you little faggot, I expected you to have this kitchen ship shape in about seventeen minutes. Stick up your butt and put your face on the floor." Roy stuck his rear in the air and pushed his face in the floor. Biting his lip, Roy awaited the onslought. Now, Frankie let loose with the Spencer paddle. WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK. Frankie loved the way the air saled through the holes in the paddle as it landed on Roy's bright red buttocks.

    Roy bit his wrist to keep from screaming. He knew that his sobbing would enrage Miss Francesca. The wooden Spencer paddle was certainly painful, but he had to learn to take it better. It was amazing, as titular head of DC's Corporation Counsel, Roy enjoyed the respect and fear that he tended to bring up in clients and defense attorneys, but he'd remembered the day he'd see that tousled blond girl in that drug trial. WHACK! The Spencer landed one more time on Roy's savaged buttocks, and a tear rolled down his cheek. Not so much the tough prosecutor now!

    "Hmm." Frankie looked about her kitchen and the counters were indeed glimmering, the burners on the stove had been wiped out and the dishes, pots and pans were all neatly stacked up. Frankie noticed out of the corner of her eye that Roy was stealing looks at her and that his cock was hardening nicely.

    "Let's see how these cabinets look-I hope there's not a speck of dust in them." Roy looked alarmed. "Miss Francesca, I just cleaned up the dinner mess ma'am, you didn't specify the cabinets--" WHACK WHACK! The Spencer landed again and Roy howled. "Spotless is what I said, Elroy."

     Roy watched Frankie's gorgeous buttocks undulate as she got up on tippie toe to investigate the shelves. God, she was such a tease. Frankie knew Roy was a sucker for her gorgeous body and she was always dressed in tight sweaters or crop-tops, even at thirty-four years old.

         How pitiful he looks, Frankie thought, staring at her nude, weeping husband. Such a pathetic crybaby. Frankie felt like picking up the cane and giving it to Roy again, but she focused in on finding fault in the kitchen instead.

      Frankie opened the cabinets, chuckling to herself. Had these cabinets been touched since she'd done her spring cleaning last year? She put her finger in a cabinet, moving it around and then pulled it out, leaning down so Roy could see her bulging cleavage, compressed in the bra top. Frankie put her very dusty finger under Roy's nose. Crouched on the floor, he looked quite mournful. Roy shuddered, seeing Frankie's long nail covered with the dust. Of course he hadn't known she wanted the entire kitchen spotless, including all the cabinets...But she would have found a way to punish him if it had been all gleaming as well! Frankie had once tossed an ashtray on the floor after inspecting a freshly vaccumed rug during one of Roy's house cleanings, just so she could punish him for it.
   
     Frankie was disgusted. "Ass up again!" Roy protested "Miss Francesca, I didn't have time I--" "PUT YOUR ASS UP BEFORE I GO GET THE CAT!" Roy put his rear end in the air to receive ten more blistering whacks from the Spencer paddle, followed by five with the bamboo. As Roy sobbed quietly, Frankie ignored him and opened the refrigerator door, looking into it, while she hummed. "Goodness this refrigerator hasn't been cleaned out in ages." Frankie looked down to the floor where her husband knelt naked and prone. "Did this floor get washed and waxed? I don't think so." Roy's shoulders began shaking and his lower lip trembled "I-I couldn't do it all in twenty minutes, Frankie." WHACK. The bamboo cane lashed Roy's left cheek, and he began blubbering. Frankie was adamant as she spoke. "I am Miss Francesca to you, Elroy, you pitiful worm."

                                                                       Chisel Comes to Dinner

"You're the best, man.." said Deon gratefully. "I have had so many P.O's who would have sent me back to jail for this." Ernesto "Chisel" Fantucci crumpled up the report that showed Deon Williams as having tested positive for marijuana use and tossed it in the public wastebasket. "Never mind smoking the occasional joint, Deon. I'm just glad you're holding a job and working things out with your old lady. Call me if there are any problems." The two men separated in the parking lot of the DC Superior Court, and Chisel mounted his Harley cycle, to drive to a dinner engagement he was not looking forward to at all.

Elroy Myers, probably the most powerful man in the DC Superior Court had asked Chisel Fantucci to dinner with him and his wife, and it was uncomfortable because Fantucci had bullied and sexually assaulted Myers when they were both high school students. What could he say? Fantucci's drunken father had beaten his older brothers, the brothers had taken it out on young Chisel, and Chisel had vented his wrath on the neighborhood kids, particularly Roy, who seemed to bring it out in him.

    Pulling up to Myers' house, Fantucci was amazed at the size. These people were rich. Good God, look at Roy's Beemer. And why were they inviting him to dinner? It was great that Roy Myers was a forgiving man. As head of DC Corporation Counsel, he could have given Fantucci all kinds of hell at his job. But why have dinner together? Certainly the trauma couldn't be gone. And what else did they have in common? Myers was Harvard Law School, and Chisel Fantucci had barely squeaked through the criminal justice major at Slippery Rock State Teacher's College. "But my wife really wants to meet you." Roy had said. So Fantucci came. Perhaps it was an amends of sorts.

     When Fantucci knocked on the Myers door, he wasn't sure what to expect. "Hello!" Jesus what a gorgeous blonde with huge tits in a little flowered dress. "Mrs. Myers? I'm Ernesto Fantucci." She gave him a warm smile. "No formalities here. My name's Francesca--Frankie to my friends." Frankie gave Chisel a brief hug, and he could feel her full breasts pushing against him, and she pecked him on the cheek. "You're Chisel, right?" Fantucci smiled ruefully. "Well no one's called me that since high school, the angry young man phase is over now." Frankie hugged Chisel again and whispered in his ear "You don't mind if I call you Chisel, do you?" Chisel felt his dick pressing against her hip. Shit, why argue? "No, that's fine, um, Frankie."

     Roy got up from his Wall Street Journal to greet Chisel as warmly as possible. Why had Frankie wanted to invite this psychopath? He couldn't have changed that much. But she'd insisted. "I just wnat to see what the guy's like. I'm amazed that he's gone through this kind of a transformation, and he certainly (cough) had an affect on your life. You don't mind, do you honey? Just for your Miss Francesca."

    Frankie had asked Roy this while Roy was bound on his back to a hassock, and Frankie's leather heel was poking in his sweltering cock. First she poked it, with the left foot covered in the sharp heel, and then stroked the frenum tenderly with her right foot, where the toes pulled and pinched the tip of Roy's cock until he was gasping. Frankie had been sitting on the couch, her denim miniskirt lifted slightly to show no pantiews as her long legs had moved around her prisoner's crotch.

    "I was thinking of giving you some sexual release, darling, I'll unlock your new chastity belt and maybe you can screw me, but would you mind if Chisel came to dinner?" Again the toes played with the head of Roy's poor penis, the expensive pedicure scraping his foreskin unmercifully while the right shoe gently, or perhaps not so gently, poked the full testicle sack until Roy, close to tears, finally said yes.

    Roy was under Frankie's thumb these days. In the early years of their marriage, Roy had been quite pleased that Frankie was willing to accommodate him in his fantasies of being her slave...and they'd gone from having a normal sex life, with occasional spices of S/M to having it be that a good seventy percent of their sexual play involved Frankie in her role as Miss Francesca.

    During these sexual games, Roy was not allowed to screw Frankie, he only could perform oral sex on her, and then, if he was a good boy, could masturbate in the nude in front of his fully clothed, smirking wife. Roy wasn't sure when it had quite happened, but in recent months, Frankie had almost completely stopped having regular sex with him even when they weren't playing their special games.

    Frankie had become less and less interested in regular sex. Frankie even made Roy go through incredible hoops to screw her-- he'd have to buy her jewelry, mow the yard, put new tires on her car. and then at some point, Miss Francesca took these favors for granted, and Roy's sex life it seemed, completely had dried up, though he'd kept trying.

    The previous Wednesday had been Roy's fortieth birthday, and Frankie had brought out the box! Locking the belt on, Frankie had smiled widely. In the past seven days, Frankie had had Roy lick her to orgasm night after night, and Roy had had no relief at all. Several times Frankie had removed the belt when Roy's hands were tied, and spent several hours manipulating her hands or feet around his cock, but she'd not allowed him to orgasm even once. Whenever he'd brought it up. "Please oh please just lend me the key, honey, you don't have to screw me or blow me..oh please." Frankie had just laughed until she'd hinted he might get some action after Chisel was invited to dinner.

    Now, Roy shook hands with his former tormentor as Frankie put her arms around both their shoulders. " I am so glad you and Chisel can reunite." Both men looked at Frankie as if she was insane, or was she being sarcastic? They shook hands awkwardly, and Roy asked Chisel if he'd like a drink. "Gin and water please." Chisel responded, and they sat down.

    Frankie stared at Chisel as he drank his gin. What a man! Jesus. It had been some time since she'd been around biceps like that. Roy was a very loving man and quite an intellect,but he was chubby and not terribly macho. Certainly not athletic. Chisel looked as if he went to the gym every day, and those deep brown eyes... It was interesting, Chisel didn't seem gay either. Roy wasn't gay and Chisel probably wasn't, and yet...

   Frankie had finally gotten the whole story out of Roy- apparently Chisel used to really sexually assault poor little Elroy back at school. Chisel had forced Roy to fellate him, as well as taking it from behind. This cleared things up for Frankie, who had been utterly mystified by her husband's fantasies.

    The whole bondage-and-whipping stuff had been not entirely strange to Frankie, who had performed in this role for previous boyfriends and clients...she had that regal blonde look that made men want to cringe and submit, she guessed. But it had been Roy that had shown Frankie her first strap-on.

     It had just started with a tiny six inch vibrator that Frankie would poke around the edge of Roy's behind in their first year of marriage, gradually moving up to a ten inch dildo. "C'mon, butt-boy, take that big thing in, you know you want it." Frankie would snarl, as her husband would gulp and bend over. It had been nearly three years before FRankie had been able to completely impale her husband's backside with a dildo, and even longer before she began fucking him in and out with it...he'd cry and shriek,but she'd never seen his cock harder!

    But things had radically progressed. FRankie now had a huge two foot coal black monster, nearly as wide as a Louisville Slugger. It was a usual staple in their play, and now quite relentlessly used after FRankie had heard of Chisel's shenanigans with poor Roy. She thought of a few nights before when things had gone a bit overboard.

   Roy, his hands cuffed behind his head, had been bent naked ove a straight chair in the bedroom, as Frankie had lay on the last of thirty-five strokes with the bamboo cane. WHACK WHACK WHACK! Roy had sobbed, gritting his teeth and Frankie had trhown the cane down, looking disdainfully at her slaveboys blistered tushie. "You make me sick, the big, brave prosecutor, jailing pitiful minorities for a bag of weed but he can't take a few licks with a little stick."

     Frankie had then kicked Roy violently in the ass with her steel tipped boot, bursthing one of his biggest calluses left by the bamboo. Roy had howled and burst into further tears as Miss Francesca had laughed, sauntering to the closet. She'd been dressed ina alce up black Merry Widow, her blond hair tied high, and her heels had been the longest, nearly seven inches.

     Frankie's large boobs had bounced merrily in the cups of the Merry Widow, and Roy had turned his tear stained face up to ogle them as she'd pulled out the familiar box holding the dildo. SLAP! Frankie's hand left a bright red mark on Roy's left cheek. "How dare you stare at my breasts." Frankie said coldly, and Roy had returned his look miserably to the floor.

     "Oh, just look at them for a minute then." Frankie's voice had grown oily smooth, as Roy had held up his head,staring at her beautiful mammaries. Frankie lifted one out of the Merry Widow corset and showed it to him. "You'd love to kiss this nice red nipple, wouldn't you, Elroy? But it's not for you...My tits are for a real man."

     Frankie bunched her breasts together and jiggled them before Roy's eyes. "Not for a wimpie boy, I'm afraid." And it was true. Roy had loved slobbering all over Frankie's huge, well shaped breasts from their third date, and she'd accommodated his lust by wearing tight t- shirts and tube tops, unheard of for a woman in her thirties. But gradually she'd allowed Roy less and less access to her beautiful breasts, making him buy her a bracelet or take her to a play, just for twenty minutes of titty sucking.

     Roy had finally gotten so desperate recently, that Frankie, wanting him to learn to drink her urine, had dipped her brassiere into a bucket of piss and put it on, and let Roy suck it clean, which he gladly did, as it gave him some access to her breasts. Then she'd said "So now that you like the taste of piss, no more bra, you're going to drink it straight." and he'd been forced to up end the rest of the bucket, weeping.

     Now Frankie put her boobs carefully back in the Merry Widow and held up the gigantic black dildo, which she'd christened Big Mo, for Roy to inspect. "Nice and big, isn't he, dear?" Frankie then had bent down and compared Big Mo, which was easily three feet long, to Roy's four and a half inch straining erection. "Why isn't your pee-pee nice and big like Mo is?" Frankie had asked Roy in a friendly way. "Look how puny your dickie is, like a Vienna Sausage." Roy had hung his head in shame as his penis continued to bulge wildly. Frankie could tell this was turning Roy on.

     Frankie had reached down and began fondling Roy's purplish erection. Since she'd locked the chastity belt on Roy some days before, the only time his dick was free was during sessions when his hands were cuffed safely behind his back or locked on the back of his head. IT had been many days since Roy had been allowed to orgasm, and he was quite horny and tense.

    "See honey" Frankie had said gently as she played her thumb against Roy's quivering frenum. "I really can't let your dickie squirt out all that nice semen, keeping your sperm i in there seems to be the only way to make your pernis respectably big. Don't you want to be like Big Mo?" Frankie swatted Roy's erection with the huge dildo, and Roy winced with pain and his erection wilted a little bit before Frankie revived it with a couple of caressing fingers.

    "Darling, don't you see?" Frankie had asked as she ran her long red nails across the tip of Roy's purple cockhead. " I love my baby boy's dickie-bird but I want it to be a BIG boy, or else why should I let you fuck me, right?" Roy looked sad. Frankie had stepped back and pushed Big Mo into her vagina, just a little. She knew better than to rub it in too far, or she'd have a twat like the Grand Canyon. "Oooh. Aaah." Frankie closed her eyes and simulated orgasm, before pulling the dildo out and putting it in front of Roy again, and running her manicured fingers up and down his quivering shaft. Precum coursed down Frankie's fingers and she held them up to Roy's lips and he licked them off. "You are so beautiful and exciting, Miss Francesca." Roy had babbled. "Your fingers are so long and elegant." Frankie had smiled.

    "Elroy darling." Frankie had said as she tousled his hair, before returning her manual attentions to his poor prick. "I adore you, you are so understanding and considerate. But what a tiny wee- wee you have!" Frankie pinched Roy's penis harshly with her Gaudette Nail Salon Manicure. "See, I have no incentive to let you put that tiny little shrimp penis inside me." Roy looked very sad. Frankie toyed with his erection with her fire engine red nails some more.

    "I should get a nice well-hung black man the color of Mo here." Frankie held the dildo up and kissed it, not taking the fingers of her other hand away from their manipulations of Roy's cock. She could tell he was getting harder and harder. "I mean, there' s no real reason why I should ever let that midget penis of yours in me again, is there, honey?"

    Roy began weeping quietly. "I know I'm just a wimpie boy, Miss Francesca." he sobbed. "But-but we're muh-married, and I luh-love you and miss luh-lovemaking." Frankie ignored this plea, and continued to stroke Roy's struggling cock. "I bet that Chisel guy has a big dick, right? It's been in your mouth and ass, right?" Frankie asked, teasingly. She swatted Roy's penis hard with big Mo again, and he winced once more. "After all, the whole school, according to you, knew that you'd sucked this guy off, and let him fuck you, like you were a penitentiary punk, huh?"

     Frankie used her forefinger and thumb to massage Roy's glans and he moaned, still crying. "I bet you really miss getting it from Chisel...but anyway, you're not going to get it with me, bucko, not til you're big like Mo." Frankie swatted Roy's dick once again with the monstrous dildo. "I guesss IF I don't let you cum til about 2010, and I tease you all the time, perhaps you'll have enough semen in you to make you a third as big as Mo, and then MAYBE I'll let you fuck me." Roy looked hopeful. Jesus. He'd forgo six years of orgasms to fuck me, Frankie thought. "But probably not, you won't be big enough." Roy looked crushed again. "Oh well, time for Big Mo to take your winkie back there!" Frankie had giggled.

     Frankie had then strapped on the dildo and stared at it critically. "I usually grease Big Mo up for you, but I don't see why you deserve it." Frankie pushed the dildo into Roy's face. "But you can lubricate it if you like." Frankie had never asked Roy to suck the dildo before,but with his recent revelations about Chisel in the locker room, she might as well see how much practice her husband had at that ancient technique.

     "Miss Francesca, I really don't want to suck the dildo." Roy had whined. "Please don't make me. It's so gay--" Frankie had laughed and grabbed Roy's hair and pulled his head to the dildo, jamming it in his mouth. "Jsues why don't you suck it the way you made me suck your dick you asshole, remember your jokes about 'Deep Throat'?" Frankie asked harshly. "Hell, let's skull-fuck you." She'd grabbed Roy by the ears, and slammed the humongous dick in and out of his mouth and up and down his throat as the stunned district attorney had gagged wildly.

     Frankie had hummed a tune, closing her eyes. "Yes, sir, lick that dick of mine...ooh, that feels good." At some point Frankie had looked down and seen Roy's face turning violet, his eyes bulging and she'd decided that this would be an unusual explanation to the coroner, and she'd pulled the dildo all the way out, leaving her husband to cough and spit up on the floor.

     Frankie had looked down at her poor naked hubby with satisfaction. On his knees, his hands locked behind his head, Roy coughed and hacked for nearly ten minutes. Finally he'd turned his tear streaked eyes up to his beautiful Miss Francesca again. "Is the little baby feeling better?" mimicked Frankie. "Yes ma'am." Roy had whispered, and his dick resembled a MX missile, it was so hard.

    THWACK. Frankie now whacked the dildo against Roy's cheek. THWACK THWACK Back and forth the dildo hit Roy's cheeks, and Roy looked bewildered, getting this drubbing from that awful rubber thing protruding grotesquely from his wife's little crotch. "You don't like that?"Frankie asked. "Back when I was a girl, I starred in a film called Thongs and Dongs No.26' and a porn star called Detroit Half-Smoke whacked his dick all over my cheeks before he made me suck him off. Tough, isn't it?"

     Finally, Frankie had forced Roy to bend over, and plunged Mo deep into Roy's rectum. She'd given it to him hard before but never quite to the "hilt" as it where,but now that she'd learned that Roy had been the sodomee for Chisel and his gang, Frankie realized that there was probably lots of room back there! Frankie had gritted her teeth and shoved the dildo in and out, and at the same time reached down and grabbed Roy's cock and began jerking it, hard, so that Roy was moaning with pain and ecstasy.

     Frankie pushed hard and the dildo had hit home repeatedly, and then she'd turned him over and fucked his ass from the front, so she could enjoy the peculiar looks on his face...Finally just as he was about to cum, Frankie had taken away her hand from his cock and pulled the cock out, and Roy had sobbed "You-youre worse than-sob-than Chuh- Chisel-sob-" Roy had cried desperately. Sob-oh-misery-it's awful!"

     Frankie had finally pushed the huge dildo in Roy's face. He was horrified. Not only was it covered in blood, but also in large amounts of shit. Frankie had slipped a bit of Ex-Lax in Roy's cocoa that morning, and it was showing. Mo was completely covered in bodily waste. "Oh, Frankie, take it away." Roy had mumbled, looking ill. "No, no." Frankie had smiled."Clean Mr. Mo off, Elroy." Roy had looked horrified. "I can't take it to the sink, my hands are cuffed." He leaned his neck back to display his hands cuffed. "No need for me to unlock you, honey." Frankie had smiled cruelly. "Just clean the dildo off with your mouth, darling."

     "Oh no!" Roy had screamed, like Mr. Bill on the Saturday Night Live of years past. Even Chisel had never thought of anything like this. He couldn't eat shit. "No!" Roy had begun scuttling away on his knees,but it was difficult as his hands were cuffed behind his head and Frankie had kept moving up gradually, pushing the dildo to Roy's lips. "C'mon Elroy" Frankie had said in a singsong voice. "C'mon and clean Mo off, sweetheart." Frankie watched Roy try to go into a fetal position. She had remembered that they'd agreed on a safeword if she went too far.

     "Roy if you absolutely can't do this, you can use your safeword, dear. I'll unlock you and we can have a nice normal evening, watching television, and I'll even give you a backrub. If you don't use your safeword, you'll lick off Mo, and then I'm going to whip your puny dick and make you sleep in the basement on the floor. But what do you really want? Roy had looked up, reluctantly thinking about the safeword, and a nice evening. But finally he had shuffled over and taken the shit-covered dildo gingerly in his mouth and licked it off as Miss Francesca had smiled in satisfaction. Now, enjoying cocktails with the two men, Frankie wondered what Chisel would think of she and Roy's private life.

    As they were sitting, drinking around the coffee table, Chisel was caught between two throughts-- he was amazed how beautiful and poised Frankie was in her snug flowered dress. Constantly she seemed to be bending over in his direction, so he could catch glimpses of her substantial cleavage and she gave Chisel long, penetrating looks as she crossed and re-crossed her long, shapely legs. The other thought that penetrated Chisel's mind had to do with Roy, who he felt hadn't changed much.

     Roy crossed his legs just like Frankie did, and waved his little effeminate white hans around as he kept whining about things, first the parking conditions at the courthouse and then the quality of landscapers in Bethesda, the tony neighborhood that this gorgeous house was in. Chisel thought of his ghetto efficiency and was annoyed. Jesus. How do dorky, pudgy whiners like this score hot women like Frankie? I mean, you have to ask.

     And then Roy said something about Chisel's mother, who had been the cafeteria lady at their middle school. "She looked just like you and your brothers, except for the moustache." Roy thought this was extremely funny, and Chisel's hands involuntarily curled into fists. He had to control himself, but Jesus, Italian mothers supporting a drunken husband and five kids didn't have access to depilatory agents. Suddenly, Chisel noticed Frankie looking at him sympathetically as Roy was talking, and she cocked her head as if to say "I married an asshole, huh?" What the hell was she putting up with a jerk like this?

     Over dinner, Frankie talked about the art gallery where she was interning, nad Chisel asked lots of informed questions, as he'd developed an interest in art while touring Europe in the Marines. Roy, whose favorite artist was Leroy Neiman, was put out and bored by this conversation, and finally said something about Da Vinci being just a wop artist. Chisel Fantucci dropped his spoon. "Roy, I can't believe you said that, you---" Chisel tried to understand Roy, as he'd taken psychology courses, and the guy was an obvious passive agressive,but this was unbelievable. Chisel's natural inclination was to backhand Roy just like in the old days But he...

     Frankie turned to Roy, enraged. "Elroy, that was a nasty comment." she began in an icy tone."Go into our bedroom take down your pants and underpants and stand in the corner until I come." As if Roy wasn't there, Frankie turned and looked appealingly at Chisel. "Don't worry about my rude husband, Chisel. I apologize for Elroy's behavior, and you and I will teach him a stern lesson after dinner."

       Roy looked at Frankie, astounded. What the hell was the meaning of this? Their little bondage games were fun, he was damned though if she'd humiliate him in front of this loser thug who had been so nasty to Roy in his youth. "Excuse me Frankie? What the hell are you talking about?" Roy thought if he blustered a bit, she would back down, saying she was just kidding. But Frankie looked at Roy calmly, breathing heavily in her hot floral dress. Chisel watched the violets dance around her bust as Frankie spoke to Roy in a calm but quite no- nonsense tone. "Elroy, you are trying my patience. If you are not up in the bedroom with your pants and drawers down, pressing your nose in the familiar punishment corner, I will trhow the key to your chastity belt into the Potomac River. One. Two. Three--" Roy jumped up and ran for the bedroom as Chisel watched in amazement. Jesus, the middle class was weird.

     Frankie leaned over and put her hand on Chisel's arm. "Go and make sure he's in the corener with his pants down, Chisel, OK? Roy is such a difficult little fellow to manage, you know?" Chisel Fantucci tried to protest. "I'm really uncomfortable with this--" But Frankie dropped her hand in his crotch, and gave Chisel's dick a strong squeeze. "Please Chisel? For me?"

      Chisel arose awkwardly, attempting to cover the obvious tent in his trousers. He followed Frankie's red pointed nail down the hallway. Chisel opened the door and sure enough there was Roy Myers, head of DC's Corporation Counsel prosectuion team standing with his big fat ass naked and his pants crumpled around his knees, in the corner. It put Chisel in mind of that day in the park with Iggy and Mumbles-- Roy's bare butt bent over the picnic table as Chisel's switch fell again and again. But there was a slight difference. Roy had some kind of metal belt around his waist even though his pants and undies were down--was that the chastity belt?

     Chisel could hear Roy sobbing slightly now, in his bedroom, and wasnt' going to say anything, but Roy spoke "Frankie, is that you?" Roy was facing the corner, of course so he couldn't see. "Please how could you do that in front of that dago psychopath? This is so embarrassing. Tell him you were kidding, I'll take any punishment you lay out after he leaves, Miss Francesca, and buy you a fur coat in the bargain. Then, Roy impulsively turned around and saw Chisel standing there. Chisel saw Roy's dick covered by a metal cage--that must be the chastity belt. Humiliated beyond belief, Roy took one look at Chisel and buried his face in his hands, weeping bitterly. Chisel quickly exited the bedroom.

                                                            One Year Later

     "Well, I'll check with you about the Hobson motion, Claude" Elroy Myers said to Claude Gatty, his assistant, who nodded as they stood in the hallway of DC Superior Court. Claude Gatty,who was scribbling something on a manila file folder listened as his boss went through some instructions. Roy looked up, and there he was...Oh God. I have to head Claude off. "Why don't you go see what you can dig up on it now, Claude." Roy's voice became a bit hasty. "Well I did have a couple of questions--"Claude was inquiring,but as Chisel came up the hall, Roy clapped Claude on the shoulder and said quickly "You can do it...I know you can."

      And he hurried off to greet the tall, dark man who began shaking his finger at Roy before he even halted. Claude was utterly mystified. It was so odd that Roy Myers, who could terrify the most seasoned of defense attorneys and even intimidated judges by his rhetoric, seemed so spooked by this lowly probation officer, "Chisel" Fantucci. Claude had gathered that Roy and his wife had rented Fantucci their guest bedroom for some reason...surely they didn't need the money.

     But Roy kisses up to this blue-collar jerk all the time, and look how he treats him! Claude watched in astonishment as Fantucci subtly took Roy by the lapel and shook it and muttered something, and Roy nodded his head, babbling something back. Jesus, was he crying?

     "You didn't get anything done last night, Piggy" Chisel was saying to Roy venemously, as he shook him again. "Miss Francesca told me that you neglected to clean the upstairs bathroom, as well as the hallway, and your lines are still unwritten!" Chisel looked quickly up and down the hall. Good. The security guard was walking away. He hauled off and backhanded Roy across the face, and Roy burst into fresh tears.

     "Master Chisel--"Roy blubbered-"I-I had so much to do, sir. I had to vaccuum the living room, the dining room, and clean the downstairs and basement bathrooms, and wash the windows, and then I had two hundred lines of "I will not whine at Mistress" to do for Miss Francesca...and I wanted to catch a bit of the basketball game." Chisel laughed, and knocked Roy into the courthouse wall with a big hand.

       "It's always about what YOU want, isn't it, fag-boy?" Chisel made a motion as if to take off his belt. "I should take your pants down right here in the courthouse and give it to you good, you disgusting, whining hyena. Now you have ten minutes to get home and clean that bathroom, wash all Miss Francesca's walls and finish the five hundred lines of "I will not screech when Master puts out his cigar on my pee- pee." Chisel paused "GO!" Roy ran.

                                                                            Frankie, Amused.

        Frankie lay on the couch, painting her nails. She was quite admiring of them. "How do you do it, Frankie?" Jolene, a girlfriend asked once. "You are the only one of us that has naturally long nails, it seems. Don't you ever break them doing housework?" Frankie had just smiled. Frankie now popped the cork on the polish bottle and began blowing on her cuticles.

      When was the last time she'd had to wash a dish? Vaccum the rug? True, in the eight years they'd been married, Roy had done the abundance of the housework when they were having their thrice a week "sessions" but Frankie had never had the energy to dom full time with Elroy. She could do it for a bit, but all that hitting! But now Master Chisel was here. Frankie heard the key turn in the lock. Hmm which one of them would it be? Master, or Wormy-Boy?

      After Chisel had gone to check on Roy in the bedroom on their first dinner meeting a year ago, he'd come back, quite embarrassed,but Frankie had given him a nice blowjob that had enjoined his cordiality. She'd explained about Roy's passive agressive behavior, and how she thought it was really good for him to get a little discipline. (The doctor had noted Roy's heart condition had virtually disappeared since 1998, the year that Frankie had begun domming him.)

      Frankie and Chisel had gone back in the bedroom and begun necking in front of the infuriated Roy, who had made a remark about Chisel's parentage, and Chisel had lost it...and Frankie had lent him a bullwhip to lose it with! Before the end of the evening, Chisel had forced the sobbing bigot to suck his penis to several orgasms ,while Frankie had slammed "Big Mo" in Elroy's ass. Just before he'd gone home that night, Chisel had sodomized Roy himself. Roy had taken it all so well in the end, that Frankie had allowed him to masturbate on the toe of Chisel's Doc Martens and lick up the spooge.

      Chisel, no longer diffident with Roy, began coming over regularly to romance Frankie and "make sure Piggie isn't outta line" and gradually he had become part of the place, to the point that Frankie and Roy had invited Chisel to move in.

      Roy had looked sad for a moment."What's wrong, darling?" Frankie had asked gently, taking his hand. She genuinely loved Roy, for all the crap that had been going on,and wanted him happy, though of course not at the expense of herself. "Well, I will miss your attention to me." Roy confessed. "I mean, Chisel sleeps in the Big Bed." Roy was referring to their bed in the master bedroom, and it was true--Roy was now relegated to the maids room on the third floor. There was an old fashioned bell-pull that had been installed in the house years ago by Roy's Mummy, and Chisel and Frankie could summon Roy when they needed service with that.

     "Well, don't worry" Frankie smiled, kissing Roy on the neck. "I love you dearly, and though our relationship has changed, in my way, I will be focused on you quite a bit." Roy had looked cheerier, though of course he knew what "in my way" meant.

      Now, Frankie watched the door open and Roy rushed inside. He ran across the living room, but paused as he saw her. "What's your hurry, stranger?" Frankie asked pleasantly. "Don't you have a good word for your Mistress?"

      Roy bowed. "Hello, Miss Francesca. How was your day?" Frankie smiled. Every day was a fun day for her now--she didn't work any more. The two incomes derived from Roy and Chisel made it unneccessary to slave away in the gallery anymore. "It was glorious. I played tennis with Roger the pro in the morning, and then Roger came to spend the afternoon here with me." Frankie smiled as Roy winced. He knew what that meant.

      Roy stared at the bedroom. "I-I have to change and do some work, Miss Francesca...I'm so sorry, Master is very upset with me--" Frankie waved him on, and Roy rushed to the bedroom. Frankie thumbed through "Elle" magazine until Roy reappeared. He was now dressed in a sailor suit from about 1929-- a Donald Duck beret and everything. He had shorts on and high knee socks and saddle shoes, which Frankie had been amazed to find on the Internet. How many places have saddle shoes for a fifty-one year old man?

     Roy's Mummy had dressed Roy this way for the first twelve years of his life, and it had caused no little amount of unpleasantness with other children in the neighborhood...and his penis had often rised as he'd described how Mummy would pull the blue shorts down and Roy's underwear, called "pantaloons" by Mummy, before getting a harsh whipping with Mummy's ivory-tusk hairbrush. So Frankie thought perhaps the old ways were the best...

      Chisel pulled his Harley up into the driveway. Good, the pig had put his car in the garage. Chisel got really annoyed when he didn't have room for his bike,but the last time Roy had left the car out in Chisel's space, Chisel had locked Roy in his own trunk, naked, and it had been a cold December night. Roy was much more considerate now.

     Chisel had become such a force in Roy's life, that Frankie had put Chisel in charge of Roy's supervised orgasms! She rarely saw Roy's cock any more, even for teasing, as that was a great privilege from her now. Usually, Roy's dick was locked in the horrible pouch, and was only taken out when Chisel was in an irritable mood and felt like knocking clothespins off the tip, or putting out lit cigarettes on Roy's frenum.

      Then, every three or four months, Chisel would take Roy to a woodland cabin. Chisel would supervise Roy's cleaning and scrubbing the cabin from cellar to attic. Of course Roy would get his share of sessions of being whipped with branches in the woods or attentions in the "woodshed" in the back of the cabin.

      Sometimes Chisel would invite a group of Leathermen up to hunt and fish and Roy would be their French maid to whip and sodomize to their hearts delight. Roy provided excellent waitress and hostessing services during the midnight poker games at the cabin.
 
      At the end of the visit, Chisel would allow Roy to masturbate to orgasm, licking the discharge up off the woodshed's dusty floor. This was a tremendous concession on Chisel's part, as he'd explain to Roy, while laughing to himself, as Roy would have, throughout the 90 days of his celibacy, have sucked Chisel's dick at an average of twice a day, three times on weekends. There was so much cum landing in Roy's stomach that there really was barely enough room left for food!

     Now, Chisel hopped off his bike and jogged up to the front door, He took the key to unlock it, and realized that the door was already unlocked. That was a bad security precaution, even if Frankie was home, for Elroy not to lock the damned front door! Chisel walked in to see Frankie reading "Elle" and Roy in his Donald Duck suit, scrubbing the living room wall with vigor.

      Chisel stepped in and greeted Frankie with a big kiss, which Frankie reciprocated. "Elroy!" Roy turned and bowed. "Yes Master? I have cleaned the bathroom, finished my lines, and am now finishing up the walls." Roy seemed to be smirking as he did in class when the principal would announce that once again as honor student, he'd won the free tickets to the movies week after week. "Perhaps Master will allow me to watch the playoffs tonight if I'm finished, sir?"

      Chisel smiled. "Oh, what a good boy you are, Elroy! You've gotten so much done." Roy simpered and Frankie smiled as she continued to peruese "Elle". Chisel coughed. "I would see no reason for you to miss the basketball playoffs,but do tell me, Elroy, do you have much regard for the welfare of your possessions? or your wife?" Roy looked surprised at Chisel as he said this. "What's that, Sir?" Chisel walked casually up to Roy and knocked off Roy's Donald Duck beret and grabbed Roy by the hair, dragging him to the front door. "Look at this." Chisel inquired of Roy. "It's unlocked. I didn't have to unlock the door."

     Frankie hid a smile listening to Chisel berate Roy for having left the door unlocked at only four in the afternoon. "Don't you care about your wife? Or my things?" Chisel screamed at Roy, hauling him back in the living room. "Take down your pants now, Pig!" Roy fumbled with his snaps and finally his pants and underpants were around his ankles. Chisel took his wide leather belt off and threw Roy across the arm of the couch. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! Chisel's arm fell and rose and fell again and Roy's cheeks grew crimson as his legs kicked. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

      Finally Chisel turned Roy around and grabbed Roy's metallic chastity pouch, squeezing it. "Aaagh" Roy screamed. "Chisel, be careful" Frankie said mildly. "You could hurt Roy seriously. It's metal, and tight enough around his cock and balls. Here, why don't you unlock it?" Frankie handed Chisel the key, and he unlocked Roy's chastity pouch, handing her the keys and the pouch back. "Time I put this in the dishwasher" Frankie said, as she took the pouch into the kitchen.

       "So what are you so focused on that you can't remember to unlock the door" demanded Chisel of Roy, squeezing Roy's balls in his meaty hand. "Is it these pathetic nuts of yours? Is that all you think about,you little shit-pot?" Chisel squeezed Roy's balls and then transferred the fingers of his other hand to the tip of Roy's cock, where he squeezed and pinched as well, and Roy howled unhappily. "You make me sick. Leaving the door ajar like that is so dangerous, and all you care about is your disgusting pecker."

      THUMP! Chisel kicked Roy in the balls,and he fell down crying, and coughing, and then Chisel kicked Roy viciously in the side. "Not too much of that coughing, Elroy" Frankie said, her eyes still on "Elle" magazine. "The other night when Chisel was giving it to you for leaving the garbage out for the rats, you coughed all this phlegm on the carpet and left a stain." Chisel's lip curled and he hauled Roy up by his collar and slapped him again. "You just can't help fucking up this house, can you, shithead?"

         "P-please, Master Chisel..." Roy blubbered miserably. "I'm trying to be a good boy...I'll remember about the lock next time." Chisel threw Roy over his lap, and snapped his fingers to Frankie for the strap, which he used for the next ten minutes to welt Roy's buttocks, back and thighs while Roy screamed. "Next time, it's always next time" Chisel shouted in horrid imitation of Roy's effeminate voice. "Please, please!" Roy screamed, wriggling out of Chisel's grasp and falling to the floor, His pants were tangled about his ankles, impeding Roy's progress as he tried to flee to the bedroom. Frankie was thoroughly amused with the afternoon.