After ordering his woman to undress but keep on her stockings and heels, Sam turned to pipsqueak and told him to stand at the bottom of their king-size bed and bend forward over the iron bedframe. The sound of Sam unbuckling his belt had a nervous pipsqueak twisting his head around to see what was happening.
As Linda climbed onto the bed and rearranged the pillows to make herself comfortable Sam snapped at pipsqueak, âDonât look at me sissy, look at your wife. I want you to look her in the eyes and keep looking her in the eyes while I give you the thrashing you deserve!â
âBut I havenât done anythingâ¦Sir,â the wimp moaned.
âYou donât get to decide if or when you are punished pipsqueak,â Linda laughed. âYou promised me you would be a good gurl and an obedient maid for Samâs visit. Now do as youâre told or, when Sam is finished with his belt, Iâll take my crop to your sissy backside!â
Swish, CRACK! Samâs belt whistled through the air to lay into pipsqueakâs bottom cheeks. He tried to pretend it didnât hurt at first. Presumably some small remaining vestige of macho pride. It didnât last though and by the fifth stroke his head was down as he tried to muffle his cries in the duvet.
âHead up sweetheart!â Linda reminded her husband with a smile. âI want to see right into those baby blues as you submit to my loverâs belt. I want to know youâre looking at my sexy body as I lie waiting for a real man to join me in my bed. When Sam has finished beating you, Iâm going to give him something I never gave you. Do you know why I never gave it to you?â
CRACK!
âAnswer the lady pipsqueak!â Sam yelled at him.
âBecause I didnât deserve it Mistress?â the sissy mumbled.
âAre you asking me or telling me?â Linda scolded her.
âI donât know Mistress,â the poor thing pleaded, clearly unable to focus on the question and afraid of incurring his wifeâs or her loverâs further displeasure.
âYouâre right pipsqueak, you didnât deserve it,â Linda smiled. âBut mainly itâs because you were never man enough to take it. Just like you were never man enough for a lot of things!â
CRACK!
âAhh! Please it really hurts! Please, no more!â
âIâm sorry sissy,â Linda consoled her poor maid, âIâm not the one holding the belt. If I tried to stop Sam, he might just decide to give me the same treatment. I couldnât stop him and neither could a wimp like you. So, youâll just have to suck it up and make sure you try extra hard to avoid any future whippings by being a really good gurl for him.â
CRACK!
âPlease, Sir!â pipsqueak tried pleading with Sam.
âOne more sissy,â Lindaâs lover smirked as he raised his arm, his bicep bulging and making her even more desperate to feel him inside her, taking what her husband had never dared to take but what Sam considered his right as her lover and her husbandâs cuckolder. The last one had twice the force of those that preceded it making poor pipsqueak scream and drop to the floor, kissing Samâs boots and telling him he would be a good gurl.
âStand up and undress me,â Sam ordered. âBe quick about it unless you want another dozen like the last one faggot!â
The humiliation of being made to undress another man must have been awful enough but it was added to by the knowledge that he was preparing that man to fuck his wife. Pipsqueakâs hands shook as he removed each item of clothing, folded it carefully and laid it on his wifeâs dressing table stool.
âNow get on your knees,â Sam looked over at Linda and winked as pipsqueak dropped to his knees, clearly trying not to look at Samâs rapidly growing cock as it waved right in front of his face. âNew rules for you pipsqueak,â Sam smiled down at him. âThat,â he pointed at Linda, âis my property. You donât touch my property, not even to do something like holding hands. You donât kiss her anywhere except her feet or her pussy and then only if I give you permission. Bear in mind if I do give you permission that youâll be kissing her feet to thank her for keeping you in chastity and cuckolding you. And youâll be kissing her pussy to clean up my spunk as it leaks back out of her. Out of the pussy that should belong to her husband alone but that, because her husband is a pathetic sissy faggot who canât satisfy her, belongs to me. Have you got all of that pipsqueak? If thereâs anything youâre not entirely sure about you can get back in position for another whipping to help you concentrate.â
âNo Sir, Iâve got it, I understand. Please, I canât take another belting!â
âTell me who your wife belongs to then,â Lindaâs alpha lover mocked.
âYou Sir, my wife belongs to you.â
âTell her,â Sam demanded as he smiled at Linda, making her tremble with lust for him.
âYou belong to him,â the beta husband muttered, unable to look at his smiling wife.
âWhoâs him, faggot?â Sam yelled at him.
âYou belong to Mr Sam, Mistress,â pipsqueak hurried to correct his mistake.
âNow show me you mean it,â Sam demanded. âSuck me. Get my cock ready to fuck your unfaithful slut of a wife! Tell you wife first though why youâre gonna suck my cock!â
âPlease Mistress, Iâm going to suck Mr Samâs cock,â the wimp mumbled.
âAnd why are you going to do that honey?â Linda mocked her husband, cocking her head to one side in the innocent playful way that made him almost explode with love for her.
âTo get him ready to fuck you Mistress.â
âI donât think thatâs the only reason now, is it?â Linda smiled. âI think you like sucking Samâs big cock almost as much as I do. Isnât that right?â
âPlease Mistress, I⦠â
âAnswer me properly pipsqueak or Iâll ask Sam to take his belt to you again, then send you off to do your housework so you wonât get to watch!â Linda yelled him, making him cringe.
âPlease Mistress,â pipsqueak began, knowing he had no choice but to admit to his wife and her bull that he really was exactly that â a cocksucker, a sissy cocksucker. A sissy who sucked cocks because he liked it. âI like sucking Mr Samâs huge cock to get it ready to fuck you, Mistress.â
âThatâs better,â Sam joined in as he wiped his giant black cock across pipsqueakâs lips until he opened up. âNow show your sexy wife what a good gurl you are. Suck that cock, slut. Suck it good!â