I had been planning this revenge for years.
You see, when my wife, Julie, and I were dating she still lived at home. We would, on occasion, enjoy a quickie after her parents went to bed. I'd bend her over the living room couch and lift up her skirt. She rarely wore panties when I was visiting, on the off chance that we could steal a few moments of horny bliss. Sliding my stiff cock up and down her wet slit, I would rub her pussy until she hissed her need to me. "Don't tease me," she whispered. "I really need your cock in me. Make me come."
I stabbed my dick into her, rocking my hips back and forth as I gripped her ass for all I was worth. She usually sped things up by snaking her hand down between her legs, furiously massaging her pulsing clit. I could tell when she got off-the shuddering started at her knees, and vibrated up to her shoulders. The pillow she was biting on, because we didn't want to attract her parent's attention, muffled her cries. Once the waves of her orgasm receded, she would reach farther back between her legs to cup may pulsing balls. She really knows what brings me to the edge, and her teasing fingertips played a staccato rhythm on my contracting nut sack. With my teeth clenched, I drove my throbbing cock deeper. As my load shot deep in her drenched pussy, she milked my balls dry. Man, she was a great fuck, even for a quickie.
All good things, as they say, eventually come to an end. It turns out that her sister; Madeline (Maddie) had crept to the top of the steps one night, and observed our evening gymnastics. Maddie, seventeen at the time was at a difficult age and she and my Julie used to argue about all manner of things. One time, for reasons that were never adequately explained, Maddie "ratted us out" to her parents. Now, this really didn't change anything except to heap tons of embarrassment on Julie, and cut off the flow of pussy for me. For a short time, anyway. When I heard what had happened, I swore to Julie, and myself, that one day, Maddie, would pay.
That was sixteen years ago. It has been said, and I agree, that revenge is a dish best served cold. Last week I finally got the chance to serve it to her.
Maddie lived in Indiana when she divorced her shitheel husband Tommy. Believe me, I have no love lost for Maddie, but Tommy was just an asshole. Really, look "asshole" up in the dictionary and his picture is there. Anyway, Julie invited her to come spend a few weeks with us to kind of "decompress" after the divorce.
I went out of my way to be nice to Maddie. I didn't mention her troubles, I was very friendly, and I treated her and Julie to several gourmet meals and really good wines. I was a prince.
After about two weeks she started to take things for granted, and I could tell that she was really getting on Julie's nerves, just like old times. They'd had a rather spririted shouting match one evening and I told Julie to leave Maddie alone and come up to the bedroom. Since Maddie was in the house, sex had been a little thin. In retrospect, I wonder if this was a throwback to the time she told Julie's parents about our evening humpfests. Anyway, I took Julie to the bedroom and sat her down to talk.
"Julie," I said. "Why do you let her get to you like that?" Julie admitted that Maddie has always been able to get under her skin, and she didn't know what to do about it. I reminded her that I had been very polite to Maddie and treated her better than her husband had (not that it was very difficult). Julie agreed that I had been very nice.
"I have to confess something to you," I said. "Do you remember when you still lived at home and you would fight with Maddie all the time."
"Yeah, I remember." Julie replied.
"Well, I have never forgotten the rotten thing she did when she told your parents that we were screwing around in your house at night."
"I remember that too."
"I swore that I was going to punish her, and I think that the time is now. We have been very good to her and Maddie has basically crapped on us-you especially"
"You're right! Boy, that pisses me off!"
"Well, are you with me? Is tonight the night we pay Maddie back for sixteen years of being an incredible pain in the ass?"
"Yes, it is... What do you have in mind?"
"Since she's been such a pain in the ass, that's where I'm going to start. By giving her a pain in the ass!!"
"I like it!!!" Julie laughed evilly.
That night, after a barely civil dinner, I approached Maddie. "We, all three of us, need to have a talk," I said.
"About what?" Maddie asked.
"About you and Julie and me. Let's go to the living room and sit."
Taking a seat in different chairs, I told Maddie that we were very disappointed in her attitude and behavior. We told her that we didn't think she owed us anything other than common courtesy and a polite attitude.
"OK. I guess that you guys are right. I've been a little bitchy, but it's because of the breakup with Tommy. It's got me all keyed up," she whined.
"Is that an apology?" Julie asked.
"Yeah, I guess so," Maddie replied.
Julie looked at me and nodded her head. Had Maddie made a better effort at contrition, or seemed to be truly sorry, we were willing to waive off what punishment we had in store for her. Knowing Maddie, I was sure that she'd screw up this last chance, but I felt obligated to let her try.
"Is there anything else you want to say, Maddie?" Julie asked.
"No, that's it," said Maddie.
With that I stood up and took Maddie by the hand. "Come with me," I said, leading her into the family room. This room was set up for entertaining. We had several chairs and couches as well as a fully stocked entertainment center.
"Maddie," I said, "You've had your last chance. Tonight you make your first installment on a debt that you've long owed us."
With that, I grabbed her hands and pinned her arms behind her. Julie came up to her and said, "I'm sorry, Maddie, but we tried to be nice. 'Nice' didn't work, so now you get 'not nice'." When Maddie opened her mouth to protest, Julie stuck a wet washcloth in her mouth, and tied it in place with a scarf.
I'll give her credit, Maddie squirmed and jumped and was tough to control, but I am much larger than she is. Wrestling her to the ground, I sat astride her as Julie retrieved a coil of rope from the utility room. It only took a minute for Julie to bind Maddie's ankles, then her knees. Still holding Maddie's arms, I frog-marched her across the room and bent her over the ottoman. It was a large overstuffed footstool with four thick legs.
I tied her wrists to one end, while Julie corded her knees to other. Standing back to admire our work, we could see that Maddie was trussed up tight, and not about to go anywhere.
"Why don't you do the honors," I asked, "while I go get us a few beers?"
"You bet!" Julie replied.
I went to the kitchen and cracked two cold ones. By the time I got back, Julie was hard at work, cutting Maddie's clothes away from her squirming body. The improvised gag was muffling her protests nicely, but I could see that Maddie was outraged.
"Don't be mad at us," I said. "If someone had done this to you twenty years ago, you probably would have turned out a lot nicer that you did. We don't like this. We're doing it to help you, Maddie."
That last part was a bit of a lie, I must admit. I was really starting to enjoy the site of Maddie, firmly tied down in our family room, with bits of her body appearing through the cuts Julie was making in her clothes. I suspect that Julie was getting into it too, by the look on her face. The sweat on her brow wasn't all exertion, I was sure.
Taking our time and sipping our beer, we finally had Maddie stripped. We had, during the stripping, always stayed behind her, so she couldn't really see us as she grunted and fought the bondage. We gave Maddie a few minutes to cool down and Julie and I sat in front of Maddie to have a talk.
"Maddie," I said. "Do you know why you are in your current predicament?"
"Mmm-phphph-ngngn" Maddie mouthed around her gag.
"Oh? You don't know?" I teased. "You are where you are because you really pissed us off. You took it upon yourself to tell your parents that Julie and I were screwing in the house all those years ago. It embarrassed Julie and pissed me off. There isn't a week that goes by that I haven't looked forward to paying you back, and today is the first installment."
I turned to Julie and said, "Julie, would you do the honors?"
"Yes, thank you," she replied. Since we really didn't have much in the way of "discipline" equipment, we needed to improvise. Julie went into the kitchen and came back with a wooden spoon and a plastic pancake flipper. "Mom always used the spoon," Julie said.
Positioning herself behind Maddie's upturned ass, Julie seemed to contemplate her target. Maddie had an ample backside. She was built like a "pear", somewhat larger at the bottom than at the top. Cocking her arm back, Julie swung her arm down through a short arc. CRACK! The wooden spoon impacted Maddie's ass with a loud smack. Maddie tensed and screamed around her stuffed mouth. "Nice form," I told Julie. "Just try to keep your head down and follow through on the swing."
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