Chapter 16

As he expected, the bedroom door was locked, but John was prepared. He had found Reeves in the kitchen and borrowed the room keys from a clip on the butler’s belt.

“The key fits the bathroom door, as well,” the man had volunteered. John had declined to comment, simply taking the proffered keys with a silent nod, and turning in his tracks.

Unsurprisingly, the room was empty when he went in, and John could hear the shower running through the closed bathroom door. He tried the knob, but it too was locked.

“Go away!” wailed Anita.

John said nothing, but only unlocked the door and walked in. He could see his wife through the frosted glass of the shower door. He yanked the door open and looked in at her.

Anita was too embarrassed to look her husband in the eye. “Go away!” she weakly cried, slumping to the shower floor. As John looked down on her, weeping under the water, a plan flashed through his mind. She didn’t realize that he had been receiving the other servants’ attentions!

“Slut!” he cried out. Anita began to cry louder. “You slut! This is how you treat me?” John tore his shirt off and undid his pants. Pushing them down off his hips he stepped into the shower. Grabbing his wife by the hair, he pulled her to his knees facing his prodigious erection. “You want some cock, slut?” Grabbing her head around her ears, he pulled her face to his groin. “Here’s some cock, slut!” he yelled, slapping her cheeks with his erect manhood. He continued to beat her face with his dick until she opened her mouth to accept him.

John slammed his cock into his wife’s mouth, forcing it deeper than he could remember into her face. “Take it, slut!” he told her repeatedly as his hips began to move. Anita gagged at the intrusion but was powerless to resist the fierce facefucking she was receiving. Within moments she was pushed back against the shower, the back of her head pressed against the wall, as her husband’s cock lashed into her oral cavity. She tried mightily to please him, but it was moving so fast and so deep she could barely maintain any kind of suction.

John did not care about the quality of the blowjob he was receiving. The sheer violence of his domination of Anita was aphrodisiac enough. Much too soon, he began to spurt an endless stream of cum. Yanking his cock out of her mouth, he grabbed the shaft and began to spray his seed in her face. “So, you wanted a man’s cum, slut? Have some cum!” he cried out as he milked the cock onto her open-mouthed face.

Anita was both terrified and incredibly turned on by John’s behavior. She had never seen him this way before, and it was causing her pussy to tingle like never before. When his dick stopped spraying on her, John dragged her upright and stuck her head under the shower.

“You need to wash the cum off, slut!” John turned the shower on full force and held her face up to the nozzle. Anita spluttered and struggled for breath as the water sprayed her. Finally, John relented and pushed her back against the shower wall. Holding her there with one hand, he pulled the shower nozzle, mounted on a long hose as a massage unit, off the wall. Twisting the head to a pulsating splash, John moved it down between his wife’s legs. As he directed the force of the water against Anita’s pussy, he said, “Wash the cum out, slut!”

Anita stood dumbfounded at her husband’s words. What could he possibly mean?

John grabbed her wrists and effortlessly pushed them towards her waist. “Come on, slut! Wash the cum out of your cunt!” Anita was trembling as she spread her legs and began to rub the remnants of Tony’s lust from her pussy. John forced the pulsing stream against her clitoris and Anita found herself toying with her pussy lips and clit. John cruelly watched as his wife orgasmed in front of him. “Such a slut! You even play with yourself when washing another man’s cum from your cunt!”

John shut off the water and pushed his wife from the shower, leaving the massage nozzle dangling on its bracket. Anita reached for a towel, but John tore it from her hands. Throwing it on the floor, he dragged her back to the bedroom. “Put your shoes on!” he demanded.

Anita looked at him wildly. “Wh ... what?”

“Put ‘em on!” he roared, kicking a tall pair of ankle-strapped heels to her feet. Anita scurried to obey, slipping them on her wet feet and strapping them in place. When she was done, John grabbed an arm and pulled her upright.

“Punishment time!” he told her.

“Wha ... punish...”

“Silence!” Anita nervously quieted, staring at a man she thought she had known. She was obviously mistaken.

“Bend over! Spread your legs! Straighten your knees! Hands on your knees! Lower! Wider!” John ordered his wife brusquely to a straight-legged position, her legs spread several feet apart, bent at the waist with her hands on her knees propping her torso up. She struggled briefly and tried to protest but John forced her into the position he wanted. Finally, bent at the waist, her full, ripe breasts dangling, and her ass and cunt spread wide, he stepped back. In this position, his stern visage broke, and he grinned wildly at the sight. He stared at her for a brief while as she quietly whimpered, then opened the nightstand drawer. Anita was too terrified to turn and look as he pulled an item out.

Like his daughters, John had briefly explored the contents of the drawers in the room. Unlike them, however, he had known what each item was used for, even if his tastes did not run in those directions. One item seemed quite appropriate for this situation. Reaching into the drawer he pulled out a long, thin paddle. Fully two feet long but only two inches wide, the paddle was padded and covered with supple brown leather. Looping the strap around his wrist, he stepped up behind his wife and positioned himself.

SMACK!

Anita yelped and stood upright but John had expected that. “Down! Back!” he yelled, as his free hand caught his wife by the scruff of the neck and bent her over again. As soon as she had bent again, he pulled his arm back and gave her another spank on the opposite cheek. Again, Anita cried out and tried to move but her husband prevented any movement.

“Silence, slut! If you move or cry out, you’ll get two for everyone. Now shut up and bend over!”

SMACK! This time Anita only let a small whimper pass her clenched lips, but the force of the blow caused her to teeter on the heels and she almost lost her balance.

“Silence, I said. Don’t move!”

SMACK! John was satisfied this time. After the fourth blow, Anita had learned how to balance herself and stay silent, although tears coursed down her cheeks and two bright red marks ran along her other cheeks.

John began to talk to Anita, in a smirking and insulting manner. “Well, slut, this is what you made me do.” SMACK! “This is what happens to sluts.” SMACK! “Slut!” SMACK! He continued to taunt her and spank her slowly, allowing almost a minute between swats, to give her plenty of time to worry about the next. He loved the way the full, round globes of her ass jiggled under the stinging impact, how the flesh of her asscheeks rippled in response to the punishment, how her large breasts swayed in response to each spank. Finally, he sensed she was ready. Despite her tears, her nipples, hanging down from her heaving breasts, were hard and pointed. Pussy juice was running from her cunt, gaping open between her thighs. Most importantly, her anal sphincter was pulsing open and shut.