cold tears crawling down my face  

asianwhitemate 54M/47F
34 posts
6/4/2006 5:37 pm
cold tears crawling down my face

“Oh come on hon, where are we going?”

“It’s a surprise,” she said as she turned the steering wheel. “If I tell you, it would ruin it,” she said with a sly smile as she kept her eyes on the road. John trusted his wife of seven years, so he dropped the inquiry and rode along quietly.

Twenty minutes later Jeannie parked the car in front of a two‒story abode in a middle class neighborhood. It wasn’t a place he’d ever been before and he turned his dark haired head toward her. “What’s this?”

“This is it, come on,” she said turned off the engine and opened the door on her side. Frowning, he exited the vehicle and followed his wife up the walkway toward the front door. A smiling female face greeted them and admitted the duo. She was a slender redhead dressed casually in a pullover navy blue blouse and jeans.

“Hi Marge, this is John,” Jeannie said sweetly as the lady of the house returned a wide smile and extended a hand toward them.

“John, Jeannie has told me a lot about you. I’m so glad you came,” she said warmly.

Inquisitively, the tall handsome man looked at the attractive stranger. “Really, what kinds of things has she told you about me?”

Marge raised her eyebrows. “Well first of all, she did tell me how handsome you are and that you like watching sports a lot.”

“Doesn’t every red blooded male?” he asked with a smirk.

The lady rolled her eyes, “it seems that way,” she said with a half sneer...”But!” she continued, “there are other things in life besides sports. Isn’t that right Jeannie?”

“Right!” Jeannie nodded while pointing her eyes at her husband.

Marge smiled sweetly. “Won’t you two please follow me.”

“Lead the way Jeannie replied. “Come on John.”

Their hostess led them down a narrow carpeted stairway. “Here we are,” she gushed as she stopped in front of a white wooden door to their right. Turning the knob she opened it and turned toward her guests. She purposely looked at John and waived him into the room.

Trying to be a gentleman, he stepped aside in order to let the ladies enter first. Yet Marge insisted that he go right ahead and Jeannie didn’t object when he crossed the threshold. However, to his surprise the two ladies shoved him in the room and quickly closed the door.

It was pitch black in the room and the startled man protested. “Hey, what the hell is this? I can’t see!”

Then a bright light illuminated. It was so bright that it temporarily blinded him. It was a spotlight that originated from across the room. The rest of the room remained pitch black.

“Welcome John!” a female voice boomed from somewhere.

John squinted his eyes in the direction of the voice.“Who are you? What’s going on here? Where’s my wife?”

“Sit down John!” The voice commanded. He looked at the straight back wooden chair placed there. It was the only piece of furniture he could see and he made no move.

“Don’t be an asshole, John! Sit!”

“What for? What the hell is going on here?”

“No cursing John!”

“Yeah...well fuck you!”

“Such language will not be tolerated John!”

“Let me out of here!” He began yanking on the door he had entered but it was locked after which he began banging on it with his fist.

“Such childish behavior John. You can’t get out. Now sit down!”

“Who the fuck are you?!” He yelled at a person he couldn’t see.

“Your trainer John.” The voice replied calmly.

“Trainer? I don’t need a trainer!”

“The way you’re acting, I think you do...and according to your wife long overdue.”

“My wife? What the hell does my wife have to do with this?”

“She says you need some training on how to be a better husband.”

“That’s crap! I don’t believe she said that!”

“She did, that’s why you’re here.”

“That fucking cunt!”

“Wrong John. Your wife’s not a fucking cunt.”

“What kind of shit did she tell you?”

“We’re asking the questions here John. Now sit down!”

“I’m not siting down! Now let me out!”

“Fine have it your way.”

“Good, now let me out.”

But instead, he saw two very tall females who seemed to come right out of the darkness. John was no small man, but each of them towered over him. One had long blonde hair that hung down over her bare shoulders. The rest of her was covered in black leather which seemed to cling to her well developed body like a second skin. The smooth material showed off her bountiful breasts and accentuated her well rounded bottom and muscular thighs. The second female was black who was dressed in the same manner and looked just as intimidating. They approached him from his right and soon surrounded him. He gaped at them.

“You were told to sit down!” The blonde who stood in front of him said calmly as she eyed him closely.

“I thought you were going to let me out?” He said evenly.

“Wrong,” the one behind him corrected.

“But...”...”Sit!” The blonde cut him off.

He made no move and it cost him. Without uttering another word the blonde brought her booted foot up into his crotch. John bellowed loudly and grabbed his privates as he fell to his knees, then laid on the floor in a fetal position. The two powerfully built females towered over him as he suffered. They gave him a few minutes to recover.

“Now get up and sit in the chair!” The black female commanded.

It took some effort but the now agonizing John finally managed to pull himself up and finally sit. “That’s a good boy,” the voice said from out of the dark. His right wrist was chained down to the anchored hook in the arm of the chair. The ball-busting ladies then disappeared into the darkness.

“Now John, I’ll explain why you’re here. You are not to speak unless I ask you a question.”

“But!...” he started to protest.

“Ah!...not another word John unless you want your balls busted again.”

His silence spoke volumes.

The voice began. “Now John, according to your wife, you spend a lot of time watching sports. Is that right?”

“Yes I do, so what?”

“I only need a ‘Yes Ma’am’, John.”

Not wanting to have his balls busted again, he conceded, “Yes Ma’am.”

“That’s better.”

“Now let’s continue. In addition, she says you spend a lot of time on the computer, talking in chat rooms. Is that also correct?”

“She’s exaggerating...I don’t spend that much time on it.”

“Are you calling your wife a liar John?”

“N‒No ma’am,” he stammered...”Just that...”

“Is she lying John?”

“No ma’am.”

“And you neglect your duties around the house, is that also right?”

John frowned. “I do so do my duties!” He objected.

“Again John, are you calling your wife a liar?”

The chained down man suddenly grew bold. “Yes I am...that’s a lie!”

“Well John, it’s your word against hers and frankly I believe her.”

“That’s not fair!”

“Life’s not fair sometimes John...but you were sent here by your wife for training and from what I’ve seen so far, I agree with her...You are in dire need.”

Just as those words had left her lips, the two amazons reappeared and stood on either side of John’s chair. Thoughts of rebellion quickly dissipated.

“John, your training has already started and I want you to stand up.”

The handsome dark haired man of thirty stared dumbfounded as his wrist was released by the blonde female. He slowly rose to his feet and stood next to the chair.

“Now John, I want you to remove all your clothes.” He couldn’t believe his ears and he hesitated.“Come on John, strip,” The voice ordered, “or I’ll have the ladies forcibly strip you.”

He imagined how embarrassing that would be, so he reached for his pull over shirt and drew it over his head. The undershirt was next. His shoes and socks followed. “Keep going,” she encouraged. His hands reached for his belt buckle and in a flash, his pants were at his ankles and he stepped out of them. His boxers were the only thing remaining. “Drop ‘em!” Hooking his thumbs under the waistband he disconcertingly shoved them down until they laid in a pool at his feet.

Once he stood there bare assed naked, the black female gathered his clothes together and stuffed them into a laundry bag and removed them from the room. “You won’t be needing any clothes for a while John.” The voice from the darkness said.

The big man remained silent, not wanting to piss these ladies off again.

“Now John, first things first. You will be punished for calling your wife a liar and a fucking cunt.” John’s ears burned and his eyes matched them when he saw the black amazon carry in what looked like a spanking bench.

“Lie over the bench John, the long way.”

He gazed at the wooden piece that resembled a sawhorse and approached it, draping himself over it as ordered. His wrists and ankles were fastened to the legs.

“I’m glad to see you’re beginning to follow orders John. Perhaps that ball busting did you some good.”

Then John saw the tall blonde female pick up a wide shiny wooden paddle. John gulped. He hadn’t been spanked since he was a kid. He gasped when he felt the smooth implement on his buttocks. It was then raised high in the air and brought down hard with a loud smack right in the middle of his upturned male bottom. The sting penetrated his being and John stiffened, but before he could relax, the sturdy instrument was brought down in a like manner. A painful protest was emitted from his lips. He began to sweat as the hard paddle was repeatedly smacked onto his ever reddening ass cheeks.

“Are you sorry John for calling your wife a liar?” The voice asked from out of the darkness.

“Yes Ma’am!” He replied in a voice that was far from the insolent one he had earlier. But the spanking continued until John’s ass was beet red and he was nearly in tears.

“And are you sorry for calling your wife a ‘fucking cunt’?”

“Yes Ma’am,” he whimpered.

A few more meaningful smacks found their mark and left the once foul-mouthed man pleading for it to stop.

When his harsh spanking had ended, his wrists and ankles were freed and he was told to stand. He heard a strange noise in the room and then he looked up and saw a set of chains being lowered from the ceiling. They descended until they were right above his head. Each of the tall leather clad ladies forced his arms up and each wrist was inserted into a leather cuff that was attached to each chain. The cuffs were tightened which left John with his arms stretched high. A spreader bar was connected between his calves, forcing his legs wide, which left the burly man feeling helpless and vulnerable.

“Now John, we will begin your training in earnest.”

“Is all this really necessary,” he complained.

For his trouble the black female faced him and grabbed a handful of his dangling balls. “You were told not to speak unless asked a question,” she said as the strong lady tightened her grip.. John grimaced. “Okay, okay, I’m sorry!” he uttered in desperation.

“Obedience John,” the voice from the darkness scolded him.

“Yes Ma’am,” he replied with relief when the lady finally released his balls.

“Now John, as I was saying, your training will begin in earnest. After pausing for a moment so that statement could sink into his brain, the trainer continued. “There will be no more watching sporting events on TV without your wife’s permission.”

“Why not?!” he protested.

“Oh John, you’re going to be a tough one I can tell.”

This time it was the blonde who approached him. “Who gave you permission to speak?” she snarled. She was holding a thin piece of wood. Wondering what she was going to do with that, he found out soon enough. With her left hand she held up his dangling cock while grasping the piece of wood firmly with her right hand. She took careful aim and slammed the wooden stick into his balls. He squirmed and bellowed, but his ball torture continued. Tears formed and he pleaded for her to stop. She did with a stern admonishment. “No more talking out of turn!”

“Yes Ma’am,” he whimpered with tears in his eyes.

The blonde returned to her spot next to the suspended man and the trainer began anew. “John, repeat back to me what I just said.”

“I may not watch sporting events on TV without my wife’s permission.”

“Right, I hope that’s perfectly clear.”

“Yes Ma’am.”

“Good, now...there will be no more going on the computer without your wife’s consent.”

John’s aching balls reminded him not to protest. “Yes Ma’am,” he replied with obvious disappointment.

“And you are strictly forbidden to go into any chat room without her knowledge.”

He hung there in defeat. “Yes Ma’am.”

“And furthermore, you are to complete any chore around the house that your wife dictates, is that clear!?”

“Yes Ma’am.”

“We’re going to let you go now, but if your wife calls us again, this little episode will be child’s play.”

“Yes Ma’am.”

“Ladies, release him...I think John’s learned his lesson.”

Two minutes later John was dressed and was let out the door to the room. Marge, the hostess and Jeannie, his wife were waiting there and his wife smiled.. “Ready to home now John?”

“Yes Ma’am.”

Marge smiled as well as she led the couple toward the front door. “Have a great life,” she said sweetly, “and come back again if you need to.”


A week later, Jeannie called Marge. “How’s it going?” Marge inquired

“You wouldn’t believe the change in him,” Jeannie beamed. “And I owe it all to the Ballbusters. Thank you so much.”


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