Topper

by Ashley Zacharias

“Ya gotta love a good woman,” Clement (“never call me 'Clem'”) said, giving his wife, Julia, a little pat on the tush as she walked by.

Julia smiled indulgently as she carried the over-done roast to the table.

“I know what you mean,” Josh nodded. “Kelly gives me exactly what I need.”

“Not like Julia, I bet.” Clement leaned forward and whispered theatrically, “When we're in the sack, she's got some mouth on her, if you know what I mean.”

Julia had the grace to blush as she took her seat.

Josh frowned.

Clement drained his third double scotch of the evening, leaned back, and laughed uproariously. “Didn't mean to shock ya, Josh,” he roared. “I should'a pegged ya for sittin' on the prudish side of the fence, eh? I mean, you always act so quiet an' cool but I know yer just uptight. But Julia and me, we like to have our fun. Three, four times a week, even. Ya know? We don't believe in hiding our exuberance. Good word, huh? Exuberance.” He leaned toward Josh again. “But I understand that not every woman puts out for her man like ol' Julia, here. Fer shur, it's natural you'd envy me for havin' a woman who's so happy to accommodate me. I tell ya, yer Kelly should spend a little girl time with Julia, here, and she'd learn a thing or two about bein' a good, proper woman.”

Impugning his wife crossed a line. Josh stood abruptly, scraping his chair back from the table and snapped his fingers, pointing at the floor. “Slave, kneel!”

Kelly immediately sprang from her seat and knelt at his feet, her head bowed and her eyes downcast.

“Give me my belt.”

Keeping her eyes downcast, she unbuckled Josh's belt with shaking fingers, pulled it from his pant loops, and presented it to him, draped over her upraised hands.

“Present yourself over the chair.”

She rose gracefully to her feet, then draped herself over the back of Josh's dining room chair. She lowered her pantyhose and panties to her knees, then raised her skirt to her waist, baring her backside.

Josh delivered a dozen swift blows to her ass, using his full strength. Clement and Julia's jaws dropped open as they watched her face crumple in pain. Despite her welling eyes and involuntary jerks, Kelly snapped a smart, “thank-you, sir,” between her whimpers after every brutal stroke. They could not see her bare buttocks but knew that they had to be striped with angry welts.

When Josh lowered his belt, he asked, “What else will you do for me?”

“I will do anything you wish, sir,” she replied through her tears, “I will accommodate you any way that you want.”

Josh looked at Clement and smiled slightly. “That, Clem, is a woman who knows how to accommodate her man.” He turned his gaze to Julia. “Thank you for cooking this lovely meal for us, but I'm afraid that we're going to have to excuse ourselves. We have some urgent business to take care of at home.”

Julia nodded, her eyes still wide with shock. “It's all right. I understand.”

“Heel,” he said to Kelly in a low, hard voice.

She meekly followed him out of the house. Her skirt fell back to cover her burning ass but she had to take short steps because her underwear still hobbled her knees. He had not instructed her to pull them up.

After driving down the street a short distance in silence, Josh glanced over at his wife and smiled tentatively. “I'm sorry, mistress. I know that I deserve punishment for my behavior.”

Kelly nodded solemnly. “You were right to show that jackass what an obedient woman looks like and I was happy to play the role for you. But you know that I'll have to punish you for your insubordination. You can look forward to a severe caning when we get home. Severe. And you'll have to endure considerably more punishment as well. You will suffer the agonies of hell tonight.”

His grin disappeared and he nodded with a shudder of fear. His mistress always gave him exactly what he needed, especially when he needed a long night of painful and humiliating punishment. He gave her reason often enough, but he had to admit that, tonight, he had topped himself.