"The restaurant is out of whole wheat  bread today Sir , I'm sorry."

"No whole wheat? That's sacrilege young lady," I replied jokingly. "In some
countries you would get ten lashes with a wet noodle." I laughed at my own wit,
as my wife and I sat down to wait for our Saturday brunch. Later, when we were
just about ready to leave, my wife went to the rest room. While she was gone, the
waitress came to clean the table next to me.

"I can't wait for my lashes," she whispered as she bend over wiping the surface.
I was taken by surprise and laughed nervously.

This is not a good place, corporal punishment is illegal, especially in public."
Again, I was trying to be funny.

"Oh yes," she smiled, "that's right isn't it." She laughed too and went back
behind the counter to serve a customer. My wife returned and told me, she was
going to look around in the mall and to  catch up with her, after I paid the
bill. I paid, giving her a generous tip and thanked her for being such a good
sport. She handed me the receipt and a folded piece of paper, winking at me. I
was perplexed and just stuffed the two items in my wallet and left.

Of course it took me an hour or more, before I found my wife in the mall. I was
curious about the folded paper but didn't look at it until later that day, when I
was alone in my work shop. What could she want? She was probably in her late
teens, though it was hard to judge since she was short and on the heavy side. Not
exactly  the type young guys chase after but what would she want with a man in
his fifties? I finally unfolded the paper and found myself looking at a crude
map. At the bottom, in block letters she had written: 'CORPORAL PUNISHMENT SITE,
THIS FRIDAY AT 2.30 PM.' I crumbled it up and threw it in my waste bin. Whatever
this meant, I wasn't risking a thirty year marriage to find out. I couldn't get
it out of my mind, however and for the next few days, I thought about it
constantly. A young girl is always tempting to an older man but most of us leave
it to our fantasies.


On the Friday of the supposed rendezvous, my wife was at her regular golf game
with her women's club. I was in my workshop. Having decided to give it the
cleaning, she'd been  harping about. It took me more than and hour and I filled
up the garbage can. It was garbage pickup day, so I thought I better add it to
the big  can outside. As I dumped it in, a crumpled piece of paper missed and
fell to the ground. It was of course the magic note, that I had almost managed to
forget about, for the last two days. Something about the map caught my attention.
I knew that area. Old lake cottages in a very isolated neighborhood. I began
thinking about it again. What if she was just trying to make a fool of an old
man, get me naked and expose me to a bunch of laughing teenagers or something. 
She didn't seem like the type though but who was I to have that kind of insight.
It couldn't hurt thought, to take a drive around that general area, after lunch.

It was a pretty area, heavily wooded, with  small clearings for cottages. I found
the place, that part was easy;  since she had written 'log cabin' and there were
only one of those. There was no sign of life and no car in the lane so I drove on
but I couldn't resist coming back. This time I drove up narrow drive and sat
there looking at the structure for a while. Suddenly the front door swung open
and stayed that way. I didn't move and after a minute her head peeked around the
door.

My engine was still running and I almost put it in reverse but something inside
me said no. Without really being conscious of it, I killed the engine and got out
of the car and then found myself on the doorstep.

"Come on in, there is no one else here." I stepped inside and she closed the door
behind me.

"I shouldn't be here you know, what is it you want?"

"Well, you promised to whip me Sir, remember?"

"I know but that was meant as a joke."

"You're here though, aren't you and I am here too. Do you want to do it like I am
now, or maybe ... you know ... naked?" I became so excited, that I lost my voice.
She was dressed in a pair of shorts and a halter top without a bra. Her nipples
were showing clearly in the thin material, being stretched by her huge breasts.
Her  thighs were large, matching her rear end and the round stomach was in
proportion to the rest of her body. All in all, I was looking at a whore's body,
well ...  a bit inflated. "Listen Sir, I know you think there is something wrong
here but there isn't. I'm bisexual and I have this, well, girl friend. She's a
lesbian and don't care much for men at all. She wants me to have a sexual
experience with a man, to make sure that I know what I want. Now look at me, the
only boys who want to take me out are creeps. Most guys just want to take me out
in the back seat somewhere and then drop me off without being seen. If you don't
have a stick body, your fat and on the sidelines "

"Yes but am I not the same. I can't be seen with you."

"That's right but don't you see? You're not going to leave your wife, so to my
girlfriend you're safe. A younger man might want a relationship. Also my
girlfriend knows someone, who is very close to your wife in her club and knows
that she is not interested in sex anymore?"

"How do you know that I'm interested, after all when a man is over fifty?" She
stopped me from talking by putting her arms around my neck and planting juicy
kiss on my mouth.

"Can I call you Bill?" She said looking foxily in my eyes. I'm Belinda."

"Of course you can," I already had the biggest hard on that I'd had for years.
She was rocking her pelvis against it, smiling knowingly, looking down there and
then in my eyes again.

"It's been a while hasn't it? She didn't wait for an answer. "First, you owe me a
spanking. OK?"

"You mean that's what you're after? I'm not into violence."

She walked over to the stone fireplace and pulled her shorts and panties down to
her knees. I stared hypnotized, at her perfectly shaped buttocks and then I
noticed red stripes across it. "My girlfriend is, as you can see and I love it.
You can do it easy, with your hand if you like but I won't have sex with you
without it. She rotated the large fleshy white globes at me, looking over her
shoulder. "Please Bill?" I walked over too her, almost in a trance like state, my
eyes riveted to the gyrating globes, beckoning my hands. Stopping at her side, I
looked down on the protruding moving mounds of flesh. Placing my left hand on her
far hip, I touched one of her globes. She gasped and rubbed her hip against my
bulge. Kneading it at first, I marveled at the soft pliant texture of her flesh.
My cock was by now ready to burst my pants. She was breathing deeply, almost
spasmodically. I slapped one cheek  lightly, watching her flesh rebound, then the
other. "Oh Bill harder please. Slapping it again but harder, I cupped my hand a
bit, amplifying the sound. Again I whacked her flesh harder and then again. With
each slap she moaned and the harder I hit her the louder and more pleasurably her
response. For about two minutes I slapped her, alternating the cheeks, until her
skin turned red and my hand began to sting.

Finally she straightened up and faced me. "Take off my halter top Bill." There
was a demanding edge in her voice. I took a hold of the hem, on both sides and
began to lift it. She raised her arms and I pulled it higher. Watching her
breasts lifting inside until the hem flipped over her nipples causing them to
drop, slapping against her body and then settling half way up again. I was
stunned by the sight of what I had exposed and stopped pulling on the halter top.
They were a foot long, curving down then out and pointed to nipples that stood
straight out. "Bill," her muffled voice came from inside the halter covering her
face.

"Oh sorry, I stammered, as I pulled the halter off her arms. "I was so struck by
the size and beauty of your  breasts, that I couldn't move for a second."

"You mean an hour." she joked and stood back letting me take in her whole body.
She turned slowly, keeping her eyes on me, as long as she could. After she turned
360 degrees she came to me and put my hands on her breasts. "I've been told many
time by other women, that it takes an older man to really appreciate a young
girls body," she said and kissed me. She felt my penis with both hands and then
started to unbutton my shirt. Taking it off, she began fumbling for my belt
buckle. Totally absorbed by fondling her unbelievable gorgeous breasts, I didn't
even realize I was naked, until she began fondling my genitals.

"Make love to me now Bill, please." She took my hand and led me to the bed.
Pulling back the covers she got in and spread her legs. I stood there drinking in
the voluptuous beauty of her body. She stretched out her arms for me, smiling
invitingly. "Come on Bill, come here between my legs and penetrate me." She
spread her thighs wider, rocking her pelvis and pursing her full lips, blowing
kisses at me.

"I want you to fondle your breasts," I said not knowing why. It was as if someone
else was talking.

"Yes Bill, like this? You  like that," she squeezed both of her huge tits and
pointed the nipples at me. "Oh Bill  I want you to play with them, suck on them,
please?"

"Play with your pussy for me, make it wet." That voice in my head again, what was
I doing? The only young woman in my life, since I was that age myself, and then
nothing like her. She wasn't trying to trap me into marriage, just sex. I got on
the bed, as she played with herself. Sitting on my knees between her thick,
widely spread thighs, I touched her knees with both hands. She shook in response
and began to breathe deeply, as she continued to finger herself. My fingers began
to stroke her white fleshy thighs, moving closer to her crotch. Her hips were now
thrusting for my cock as her breathing became short gasps. Leaning over her, I
kissed one of her nipples and she grasped me penis, frigging it and pulling it
eagerly towards her vagina. I lowered my hips enough, so she could touch her
vagina with my knob. She cried out and thrust her cunt at me, her vagina
engulfing the knob of my throbbing penis. Throwing her arms around my shoulders,
she yanked me down on top of her and locked her legs around my ass. I couldn't
believe how strong she was, as she held me in a bear hug. The weight of my body
and her thrusting pelvis, had inserted my cock to the hilt. It was incredibly
tight, almost as if a hand was squeezing it. I barely had to move, with her
bouncing my body up and down with unbelievable ease. My cock was being fucked and
squeezed, as I began to match her movement and we moved faster and faster until
very quickly, unable to hold back, I blew my rocks.

"Don't stop Bill please. Don't stop. I'm coming now, keep fucking me. She french
kissed me, moaning loudly in my mouth as she climaxed. I continued to kiss and
caress her for as long as she kept  moaning. I began then to lift my self off her
but she pulled me down. "Not yet Bill, I want you close, please."

"I don't want to hurt you, I'm heavy."

"Bill you can lie on top of me all day. You can't hurt me." We stayed there
kissing and caressing, nearly falling to sleep, when suddenly the front door
opened. I froze with my cock still in her vagina. My worst fears were coming
true. I had been caught in bed with a seventeen year old.

"Well Belinda and Bill, how is it going?"

"Couldn't be better Marcia, right Bill?" I turned my head and stared at the
woman, recognizing her, as she sat down on the bed and kissed Belinda.

"Marcia, it's you!" I blurted out. I knew her well, a slim dark woman in her
middle thirties, who had been divorced for a couple of years.



"That's right Bill it's me, one of your wife's acquaintances. I bet you just had
the best piece of ass of your life, right Bill?"

"Yes but...?"

"But nothing Bill, Belinda told you that I wanted her to do this, and you were
happy to get it, weren't you? After all those years of: it's disgusting, I got a
head ache or is that all you can think about."

"So you are not going to tell her?"

"Hell no, you are just what I need. You rub my back and I'll rub yours. I need
someone to test my girls once in a while. So just maybe I'll have you fuck them,
when I need to test their devotion to me. You are  two old to run off with one of
them but not too old to enjoy fucking a young girl."

"You mean there are more girls. How many girlfriends do you have?"

"The less you know right now Bill, the better and they are my sex slaves not my
girl friends.

"Mistress, please, can I keep Bill for the afternoon. Please?"

"Well all right but that means: 'five' and 'the plug'."

"Yes, thank you Mistress." I  rolled off her, my limp cock flopping out. She got
up, opening a dresser drawer, taking out a riding crop and some other items. She
then got on her hands and knees on the edge of the bed.

"I want you to watch this Bill, from over here." I got up and stood next to her,
looking at Belinda's exposed ass. Marcia took the riding crop from the dresser
and flexed it several times. "Have you ever seen a sex slave, receive her
mistress's undivided love and devotion." She hit the palm of her hand, with the
crop a couple of times.

"No Marcia, never. She smiled and positioned herself,  resting one hand on
Belinda's back. Belinda started gyrating her large globes, moaning low. Swish,
the crop left a red line across both cheeks, making me cringe.

"One Mistress, thank you, four more please." Swish, and she asked for three more.
Five stripes and five times she thanked her mistress. "The butt plug, please,"
she said then and lowered her shoulders the mattress. Her crotch was now wide
open and her striped ass high in the air.

Marcia put the crop back in the drawer and picked a plug like item up from the
dresser. She also picked up a tube of some kind of cream and came back. "Do you
know what a butt plug is Bill? She was squeezing cream on the end of it.

"No, I never seen anything like that."

"You know where it goes?"

"Well in the butt I take it but how, its two inches in diameter."

"Not quite, this one anyway and the narrow part here is only three quarters. Here
you install it, she's your fucking today." She handed me the contraption.

"Marcia, it will never fit in there. It'll rip her wide open."

"Nonsense Bill, she's had it in there many times and she likes it, don't you
Belinda?"

"Yes Mistress, I love it. I really do Bill, please shove it in there." I
positioned it into her rose and pushed on it lightly.

"It's not going in Marcia. I told you."

"Push harder and rotate it." I did and it actually started to slide in, Belinda
then thrust her body back and it plopped in there, her sphincter locking on the
narrow part. Marcia then took a hold of it and wiggled it roughly. "Why has this
plug been inserted in you ass, Belinda?"

"Because I'm your sex slave, Mistress. It's to remind me when you're gone, that I
belong to you."

"OK Bill, she's all yours until  6 PM. I'll probably by back by 8, Belinda. You
will wear the plug until then."

"Yes mistress," she got up and kissed her passionately, "I'll be thinking about
you every minute while Bill fucks me."

"I know you will Belinda. I'm going back to the club now, do you want me to say
hello to you wife Bill?"

"She is joking Bill, Aren't you Mistress.  She hugged Belinda and told me that my
wife would not be home until seven. "Oh," she added, "it's compulsory that you 
spank Belinda  now and before you go." She then left without saying anything
else. Belinda put her arms around my neck and kissed me.

"Bill I'm so happy that Marcia  let you have me a little longer."

"Me too Belinda but why do you have to suffer with that thing in your rear end."

"I don't suffer, Bill. It makes me fell wanted and loved by my mistress, just as
the spankings do. I know that's hard to understand, just believe me, OK?"  You
know what, we are going to have a shower now. Have you ever been washed by  a
woman like a little baby?"

"No, not since my mother did it."

"Well, now you are my baby. Come on." She took me by the hand and led me into the
bathroom and turned the shower on. While it warmed up, she bend over and smiled
at me over her shoulder and then motioned with her eyes to her ass.  "You know
what Marcia said, Bill?" I spanked her fairly hard about twenty  times. She
kissed me passionately and then took my hand as she stepped into the tub. She
lathered my entire body with her bare hands and then she told me to the same to
her. My cock was like an iron rod, even after we got out and she toweled me dry.
She handed me the towel and I dried her gorgeous body, panting like a fool. "Oh
Bill"she  cooed teasingly, you just can't wait to get that thing inside  me
again, right?"

"The sooner the better," I replied hoarsely. She kissed me again, cooing and
making eyes at me teasingly. "

"I want you here, Bill," she formed a big ' O ' with her lips.

"You mean oral sex, I've never done anything like that."

"Where have you been Bill. You'd never had much fun  have you?"

"Well, not like that I haven't but I guess it's never too late for an old dog to
learn new tricks."

"Oh I'm going to teach you another new trick too." She licked her lips and rubbed
her cunt. She threw her arms around my neck and french kissed passionately. I
returned her passion and twirled my tongue around hers. "That it Bill" She
whispered, "I want you to do that in my vagina." I was speechless again. All my
life, I'd listened to the guys talk about oral sex but I always thought that most
of them were just bragging.

We got back in the bed, side by side and head to head at first. "Come on Bill,
hug my body." We embraced kissing and fondling each other passionately for a
time. My cock was ready to explode in anticipation of what was to come. I was a
little apprehensive at first, about licking  her down there. What if I didn't
like the taste and choked on it or something. The longer I kissed and fondled
her, however, the less I cared. I just wanted my cock in her mouth and shoot my
load, before I wasted it on the mattress. She finally made her move, "I'm going
to get on top of you Bill. Lets get in the middle of the bed crosswise, it's
better that way." I moved my body as she suggested and she stood up and straddled
my head. "Look at it closely Bill, I'm going to lower my beaver onto  your face,
very slowly." I'd never actually looked at a live vagina directly and I stared
transfixed, at the hairy object, as she slowly lowered her body, spreading her
thighs wide. She had a lot of scalloped lumpy flesh sticking out of the crack.
Reaching down with one hand she used two fingers to spread the inner lips,
exposing the clit sticking out from the hood and her vaginal opening. "I want you
to kiss and lick it all over, Bill  but don't touch my clit until I tell you. She
took her hand away and lowered her head down, kissing my knob. A shudder of
excitement shot through my body, as the first pair of lips ever, touched my cock.
"I want you to pull my body down on your face," she mumbled as she swallowed my
knob. Reaching my hands around her thighs, I grasped  her ass cheeks and pulled
her hairy beaver into my face. I kissed her mound all around the outside first.
She had one hand one my cock and the other fondling my balls. Her tongue wiggled
around one side on my shaft as she fucked it with her mouth. My tongue was now
between the folds of her lips, digging and licking carefully in order not to
touch her clit. I licked the hood feeling the hard clitoris shaft underneath. She
began to rock her pelvis and closed her large soft thighs around my face. A tart
tasting fluid began to ooze out of her pussy and I was relieved, that it actually
had a pleasant flavor. She nearly squashed my head bucking her body into my face,
when I accidentally licked her clit. "It's OK Bill, oooooh lick it all, get your
tongue into my clit" Licking it again a few times she slammed my head between her
thighs repeatedly and as she  bucked her hips slowly. I searched for her vaginal
opening and  forced my tongue through her tight sphincter, reaching the soft
flesh inside. It was all I could do to hold onto her ass in order to keep my head
in her crotch, as her movements became violent. Feeling the pressure building up
in my balls, I began to groan like a angry bear. I tried to hold it back but it
build up with an irresistible force and I shot one load so hard, it much have
reached her stomach. She continued to suck on it vigorously, as three more jets
of cum splattered in her mouth and throat. Suddenly her vagina flooded my mouth
and face, with her orgasmic cream, as she continued her convulsive pounding. I
swallowed all I could, of her delicious fluids, as her gyrating bucking body
gradually slowed. Her loud moans were muffled by  my cock still in her mouth,
while she greedily sucked and relished my semen.

She rolled of me and turned her body and we french kissed, exchanging our cum
flavored saliva. I couldn't believe that I was actually tasting my own cum. This
girl had wiped out, years of cultural inhibition for me, in one afternoon. She
moved her face back and caressed my face, while looking in my eyes, smiling
contentedly. She then kissed me again and snuggled up, cooing happily.

"You are so nice to me Belinda, like you really love me, why?"

"You know why,  Marcia told me to."

"But how can you act, as if you love someone, just like that?"

"I belong to her Bill and I'll do anything for her." She kissed me again, on my
neck and then my ear, blowing in it. "She makes me feel wanted and I really feel
something for you Bill but its because I love her, through you somehow. Does that
make sense?" She gave me a bright eyed smile and pursed her lips seductively. I
kissed her madly, not beleiving my good luck.

"Well Belinda, I feel like I'm eighteen today. This 'has' been the most exciting
sex, for me ever and I''ll never forget it. Maybe I should pinch myself, this
could be a dream." She bit my nipple hard and I gave her ass a good whack.

"Oh Bill, you really do care about me. Do that again, please?" I whacked her four
of five times, as she french kissed me ferociously. "More Bill and harder,
please?"After about twenty good whacks, she began to ease up and coed in my
mouth, as I kneaded and stroked her hot ass. We relaxed, hugging and kissing
gently after  that.

I must have fallen to sleep, being totally satisfied, as I snuggled up to my
young lover. She woke me up later, whispering into my ear that she wanted more
sex. "You only have half an hour left Bill. Let's get at it." She got out of the
bed, as I streched letting out a  loud moan of satisfaction. "Get up Bill. I must
be warmed up if you want more sex." I stood up as she took the whip out on the
drawer.

"Belinda I can't do that."

"You don't have to do it hard but you must do it, if you want more sex. Also, if
you don't threat me right Marcia won't bring you back." She handed me the riding
crop, smiling mischievously and then got on the bed wiggling her ass at me. "Give
me five Bill and hurry up, I'm getting hot." I lifted the crop and hit one of her
fleshy globes lightly. "That one don't count Bill. Come on, let me have it five
times." I cringed as the leather hit her flesh, leaving a red stripe. Five times
and five stripes - on those beautiful globes - later, I put the crop away. She
stayed in the same position, still wiggling her ass. "Shake the plug Bill like
Marcia did before." I took a hold of the plug protruding from her ass and shook
it roughly. "Oh I love my mistress, shake it more please." I shook and twisted it
until she was satisfied. She then got up and kissed me taking a hold of my semi
hard cock, frigging it. Jumping on the bed she padded the mattress next to her.
"On your back here Bill," I got on the bed and she got on top on me, in the
sixty-nine position. We sucked and lubricated each others genitals for a while.
She then got up and squatted down on my cock guiding it inside with her hand. 
Reaching for my hands she placed  them on her tits, as I began to rock my pelvis
fucking her tight wet throbbing cunt. Spreading her thighs wide she moved them
back and slowly leaned down kissing me. She moaned in my mouth as her ass gyrated
 in time with my movements. I increased my bucking and she matched her gyrating
bouncing bodily movements, moaning spasmodicly.  "Oh Bill I'm going to cum fuck
me hard. Fuck me. Fuck me, ooooh Bill fuck me." She screamed in my mouth, as her
lower body began bouncing up and down at an unbeleivable rate.  "Oh Bill, I came,
you made me cum oooh that was good. I want you to cum inside me Bill." She locked
our mouthes together as she kept up her movements. My cock was being fucked,
squeezed and shaken from side to side by her unbelievably strong body. Our bodies
were by now soaking wet with perspiration. I began to feel my balls burning as a
load began to move into my prick. Letting out a loud groan I blew the first jet
into her cunt. "Oh Bill your coming in my cunt, ooooh I can feel it." I groaned
three more times as my seemen sprayed her insides. We slowed down gradually
savoring our orgasms, taking turns sucking each others lips.

"Belinda, this has been the best day of my life, sexually speaking anyway. I
don't know if Marcia will ever bring me back but I'll be ready if she does."

"I hope she does Bill but only Marcia knows that for sure. But you have to go,
it's six o'clock. I'll help you shower come on." She washed me and helped me
dress, kissing me in between. Going to the door she bend over, wiggling her naked
ass at me. I took a hold of the plug and gave it a good shake and then slapped
her ass ten times. She put her arms around my neck and gave me a sucking kiss and
then opened the door for me.