He was eagerly wondering how the new ear things would work. Clint Evers, Dr. Clint Evers, chief of surgery at the University Hospital, a teaching hospital, had read information about a new brand of hearing aid. The hype about them was that they would make you hear better than your natural ears.
He had been noticing lately, though he was only 45 years along in life, that his hearing had been dimming a bit. And, not being one to fool himself, Clint began to look into getting some kind of aid. He wasn't just sure if it should be actual hearing aids or what. Then he read about these new devices and decided to try them out for himself.
He was treated very well at the place where the devices were sold and they were anxious to learn what kind of experience he'd have with them.
Clint promised to get them and try them out and talk to the people who handled them later to evaluate how they were working for him.
At 45, Clint Evers was at the 'top of his game'. He was a good surgeon. There had been women, a few of them, even a few affairs but no one that he considered 'a keeper'. He was also content with that. He lived a quiet life and devoted himself to the work that he did. He knew that about himself, and waited, he had decided, until 'she' came along.
He'd had a busy day that day, he'd done three surgeries, though one of them was extremely minor and had decided to treat himself out to dinner. For his dinner, he selected a quiet place that had a basement dining area that was sectioned off into alcoves. It was quiet and peaceful.
He settled down there and ordered a glass of Stout for himself and just began to ruminate about his day.
His 'ear machines', as he called them, had various levels of sound enhancement that could be used. As he sat there, he heard murmuring from the next alcove and decided that, though it wasn't polite to eaves drop, it would provide him with a grand opportunity to see how the 'ear machines' worked. He turned them up to make them super receptive and could hear the conversation in the next alcove, as though he were sitting there with the couple. After a few moments of hearing the conversation, he sat agog and listened.
Karon Sugarman had agreed to take Jay out to dinner. It was one of the things that he liked to press her to do now and again. It inflated his sense of his being 'kept' in a way by this 'middle aged' bitch—- what he called her to himself —- that he'd latched onto.
They were seated in an alcove in a new restaurant for them, and Jay had an agenda to press with Karon. She knew it, or at least suspected that he did and wasn't sure that she wanted to hear it at all.
The worst part of it, for Karen, was that she suspected that she was in the middle of her second great terrible decision in her life; second disaster of her 43 years.
Her Lief was the first. They'd been married for 12 years, when he 'ran off', she guess that, that was the terminology for it, with a secretary, a 22 year old blonde, from the secretarial pool where he worked.
Karon discovered, to her chagrin that the house was totally in his name. It had never seemed like a problem for her. He insisted on paying her off for what her half might be worth, and against the mortgage that remained, it wasn't a huge amount that she ended with.
She stored her stuff and was faced with the task of looking around for a place to live. She was hurting and, she should have known, vulnerable. That was her mood, when she made her second disastrous decision for her life. That decision was Jay.
He was a grad student and had met her at a kind of a party that she'd been talked into attending. She was staying with a friend at the time, who had the party.
Jay kind of swept Karon off her feet, and, after talking with him during the evening of the party, was invited to his place for a drink.
Karon, no drinker at all, had had a couple glasses of wine at the party and was functioning in a kind of fog.
They went to Jay's 'pad', as he called it, a fairly nice apartment, that was paid for by his parents, and had another drink.
He complimented her on how lovely her body was. They embraced and he ran his hands down her back and clutched at her butt cheek.
Karon, at the moment, was too hazy with drink, and hurting from Lief's betrayal to say anything at all.
"Nice ass on the old lady!" Jay quipped.
Karon giggled, and tried to ignore what he'd called her. She was determined to show Lief that two could corral a younger person.
She did nothing either, when he slapped her ass. It made her shriek and jump.
"Hmmm," he said, "Like that noise!"
He slapped her again, and got another shriek.
It might have been a function of her tendency toward doing what she was told, which Karon had never questioned with Lief but, when Jay told her to take her skirt and blouse off, Karon complied. She knew that she wanted to be loved and was determined to go ahead with this handsome young man.
He watched her, though she'd said that she'd go into the bathroom and come out in a moment. He had objected and said, in a fairly cold voice: "Do it here!" She did.
She was a bit shaken by it but went along. This was going to happen, that's what she kept telling herself.
Finally, she was naked. He told her to stand there and he walked around her. As he walked around her, he always had his hand on her, on her breast, grabbing a nipple, on her butt cheeks, or riffling through her pubic hair.
"Hmmm, pubic hair on the old lady!" he said, putting a kind of a comic tone in his voice. It caused her to giggle at the time.
Then on one turn of his walk around her, he slapped her ass again.
She jumped and shrieked.
"Love that!" he said, "The feel of it; the sound of my hand hitting your ass; the squeal that you make. Love it!"
She pressed herself against him then and kissed him. Rubbing herself against him, fairly desperate in her need, right then, to be wanted, wanted in some way, even if it were his rough spanking of her naked ass.
"You gonna be a good girl?" he asked, looking down at her.
"Yes," she said. "He slapped her ass again!"
"Yes, what?" he said in a rough voice.
She knew and amended the statement to: "Yes, sir!"
"Better!" he said, "But you've earned yourself a spanking for not addressing me properly."
"Spanking?" she asked, trying to emerge from he fog.
"Here," he said, pouring her a small glass of some kind of liquor. He took a glass of it also. He demonstrated to her how to drink it and she just down it, as he had done.
It made her world fuzzier.
"Now we're ready," he said, and Karon submitted but she wasn't really ready for what he had in mind.
He grabbed her and propelled her over his lap and began to slap her ass. As she writhed and wailed, he kept slapping her harder.
He finally took her panties and made her open her mouth and stuffed the panties into her mouth, to keep the sound down. Then he spanked her harder.
In the end, her ass cheeks were a bright redish-purple from the spanking. He almost ripped his own clothes off and took her lying on the floor. Her ass hurt terribly but she was totally lost in the fucking that he was doing.
The thought flashed across her mind: "Take that Lief!"
He kept at her, until she came, and toward the end, he had a nipple in his mouth and was scraping his teeth along it, and, just as she was cumming, bit her nipple, sending her into an orgasm that was earth shaking.
Afterward, he held her. He became tender and took care of her. It was part of the way that he dealt with her for that time and the times to come.
He was only periodically rough but the roughness emerged again and again. But the times of tenderness were calculated and meant to keep her bound to him.
Karon, making her, later admitted, second terrible decision in her life, agreed to stay with him and lived with him for a good half year.
It was then that things changed. Jay told her one day that he was going to have some friends, two of them, come to live with them and share expenses. She had argued against it but he asserted himself and threatened to throw her out.
It made her back down and agree. Then they'd had one of his rough sessions. He had her naked, and put a belt around her wrists, behind her back, and then attached the belt to a hook on the wall. It raised her arms up in the air. He produced a kind of rod and attached it to her ankles, keeping her from closing her legs. Then he used a belt on her. Half way, with her chewing on her panties again, he moved her and used the belt on her breasts and nipples. Karon almost fainted from the pain. Still she did nothing. Afterward, as was his practice, Jay took good care of her, knowing how far he'd pushed her.
But this evening, at the restaurant, he had a new wrinkle to introduce to their relationship.
It was at that time that Clint Evers began to listen in on their conversation.
A NEW DEMAND FROM JAY:
"I can't believe what you're saying, asking," the woman's voice said, in a low but urgent whisper.
Normally, Clint would not have been able to hear them but he was realizing that his new devices were indeed super sensitive.
"Shouldn't be that much of a problem, babe," the young man said.
"Problem! I guess!" she shot back at him, both of them still trying to whisper to keep the conversation quiet.
"They're my buds," he said next, "They'll be moving in over the weekend. It's just a little bit of sharing!"
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