Fore!some

by Tina Clark

  Chapter Eleven

  The tipping point

  “What will I call you?” Ed asked her. He was crouched naked on the living room floor, his knees up tight under his body, his arms stretched out in front of him flat on the carpet while she landed heavy blows from the paddle on his backside. “Uuuh! Uhh!”

  “I quite like ‘mistress’ I must confess,” and she laughed, “Although I acknowledge it’s a bit obvious. Different things at different times,” and she let a particularly brutal one go that knocked him over and left him grunting with the pain of it. “I’ll draw up a list,” she continued ignoring his anguish.

  Gloria dropped the paddle. “Get back into position Ed, I’m not finished with you, I have a question I want an answer too,” she told him and bent and took the riding crop from the box which lay open on the floor beside her.

  As well as the red rubber bra, she was wearing the matching pants with the open crotch which opened even more as she lifted her red eight inch heeled PVC boot and pressed it down on Ed’s back. “You can scream as much as you like,” she added and brought the crop down viciously in a fast arc, “I like you screaming.”

  Ed did, and howled, for what felt like a long time and sometime during it he told her what she wanted to know.

  ***

  “Gloria, mistress, miss, madam. Obviously all of these, but also, beautiful one, Princess Gloria, Goddess Gloria, Judge Gloria, Gloria in excelsis and other names you can think of yourself in a similar vein or really grovelingly submissive. Now go to your room and get on with it.”

  Ed read the list again and shook his head; he smiled, picked up a pen and added, “Nutter Gloria, Utter Nutter Gloria, Loony Balloony Gloria,” and was about to add, Barking Mad Gloria when she came soundlessly into the room and asked him, “What are you doing?”

  He jumped about three feet in the air but managed to crumple the piece of paper up into a ball in his hand. “I was just thinking of some things to call you, Oh Magnificent One,” he said.

  “That’s nice!” Gloria said. “Like what?”

  “Well, Oh Magnificent One!”

  “Yes, I like that, but is that all you could come up with?”

  “Yes! I mean no! I mean I’m thinking about it!”

  “Show me the piece of paper you were writing on when I came in.”

  Ed’s face went red and then white a few times finally settling on pink. “Couldn’t you just let me come out with them, as we go...as it were? I’d be embarrassed.”

  Gloria laughed quite kindly. “Really Ed,” she said, “Don’t you understand yet? I enjoy embarrassing you. Now show me the piece of paper.”

  Ed dropped his head and held out his hand, opening it slowly, letting the crumpled ball of paper fall into Gloria’s waiting palm. She grimaced and pulled it apart, turning it over and around to read. “I see!” she said. “Get your box!” and walked away to change into her rubber bra.

  ***

  It was raining again and Ed was at work. Gloria had to go shopping for something that in any case, she couldn’t have sent Ed for. She’d seen it in the sex shop and thought it silly at the time, but on reflection it struck her as quite desirable. It was an item of clothing for Ed. There’s probably all kinds of things I would like him to wear. The constant eyeful does get wearing after a while.

  Gerry and her had been swapping photos on email of their respective submissives, not with anything in mind other than mutual enjoyment and appreciation although they had discussed sending some into an enthusiasts website but hadn’t, because Gloria thought it would be better to have their own. The pictures covered the range of their activities from action shots of them administering correction to the supplicants bound and gagged, their masturbating, or just standing showing their marks off. Gloria had printed a selection of those ones, A4 glossy and they were now in a plain brown envelope, in her bag.

  She knocked crisply although she had a key in her bag, and after a few seconds the door opened. “Oh...Gloria!”

  “That’s right, Gloria!” Gloria said and walked past Lisa into the living room. “We’ll have coffee,” she told her, “Make yours a strong one!”

  Lisa twittered like a bird Gloria thought, All a flutter. She said how lovely it was to see her, Gloria, and it had been too long and she hadn’t seen Ed for...“Since you fucked him less than a fortnight ago,” Gloria finished for her, dropping the stupid fake smile she, Lisa, had on her face down around her tits somewhere and causing her knees to buckle and her body to collapse backwards, her ass only luckily landing in the armchair opposite which being well sprung almost bounced her out of it into the air, Like a bird, Gloria thought again.

  “No! You’re mistaken!” she cried. “I would never do such a thing! Leonard and I...”

  “Leonard and I?” Gloria laughed, “Aye, Don, Ed and Natalie!” she said, “However, it’s Leonard and you I’ve come to talk about so you can drop all the shock, horror, sweet little tweety bird shit or I’ll come over there and punch your beak flat, comprende?” There I go with the Mexican again. One holiday in Cancun and I think I’m Zorro!

  “Isn’t it a lovely day?” Lisa said shaking her head in denial and fluttering her eyelashes like tiny wings.

  “Sure it is,” Gloria replied glancing out of the window and noting that it was still pissing down. “If you like your ears and arse hole being turned into water spouts.”

  “Oh,” Lisa tweeted, “Is it spitting?”

  Gloria laughed. “Is it spitting? Listen Lisa, as far as you’re concerned it’s gobbing...it’s throwing up! It’s dropping so much wet stuff, you’re already splashing about in it and if you don’t want to drown, you’d better start swimming!”

  “I - I don’t know what you mean Gloria! I haven’t done anything and you can’t prove...” Lisa said all in a rush.

  “When did you last see Natalie?” Gloria asked her cutting through the crap.

  “Oh, not for a long time!” Lisa began with the lies again.

  That’s about three weeks then, assuming she wasn’t at the last shindig, Gloria thought, North of the border with ‘shindig!’ “I’ve a nice picture of her, would you like to see?” and she pulled the envelope from her bag and took out the sheaf of photos. “She’s changed a bit since you last saw her,” and she handed Lisa a picture of Natalie standing front on, nude but covered in bruises and whip marks. “Gerry didn’t take kindly to the games she was playing with you guys,” she explained, “So he came up with one of his own...I did too...” and Gloria handed her a nice one of Ed, also naked, a sort of three quarter back shot, showing the highly distinctive paddle marks and the scores from the crop.

  Lisa sat, a photo in each hand, her head turning from one to the other and back again, her mouth slowly opening and shutting...but no chirps. “What’s the matter,” Gloria asked her darkly, “Cat got your tongue?”

  ***

  There was another woman in the shop, down in the Dungeon Display section. She was holding what looked like a very nasty pair of pointed pincers, about a foot long and looking like they would open about a foot wide or enough to put one in. “What do you do with that?” Gloria asked her.

  “Pinch something,” the woman said.

  “But what?” Gloria persisted.

  “What you like!”

  “Isn’t that dangerous?”

  “Of course!”

  “Oh!” Gloria exclaimed brightly, “So much to learn!” and went rummaging in Apparel. She made her purchases and returned home keen to try Ed in his new costume but when he came in from the office, he was less than enthused. “Gloria, I look like a fucking Apache!” he complained standing there in what admittedly wasn’t much of a costume, being just a square of thin white material, held by apron ties hanging in front of his genitals.

  “White man speak with fork tongue!” Gloria said flicking her t
wo fingers out at Ed. “Now white man lick girl with forked tongue,” she told him uncaring about the ambiguity of her sentence construction but requiring the lip service after her visit to the sex shop.

  Ed got dutifully down on his knees as Gloria pulled her skirt up and sat down on the edge of the chair. She held her knickers to the side and pushed her knees apart as Ed pushed his face into her pussy and sucked her labia into his mouth. “I swear it’s better than a foot bath after a hard day’s shopping!” she sighed and suffered her first orgasm. She kept him at it for an hour by which time she was dizzy with coming and Ed was dizzy from the pain in his neck and also from hunger, not having eaten anything yet, apart from Gloria, after a hard day’s work.

  “What would you like?” she asked him. “I’ll make it,” and she got up but her legs wobbled so much and the room spun from so many orgasms that she changed her mind and called out, “Only kidding, you make it! I’m going for a lie down; wake me when it’s ready!” Gloria found Ed’s grumbling and clashing pans in the kitchen the perfect soporific, but as pleasantly as she drifted off she made a note to punish him anyway for the display of temper, something she never got round to that night for after tea, Leonard phoned.

  “I came home from work tonight to find Lisa naked and bent over the kitchen table,” he said his voice trembling.

  “That’s nice Leonard, how did she look?”

  “Pretty good, there was a plate of steak pie and chips on top of her bum and a knife and fork each side of it!”

  Gloria laughed. “Did you pull up a chair?” she asked him.

  “No,” he said, “I dropped my trousers and stuck my cock in her, but it’s really difficult to cut up a steak pie when you’re standing, rocking back and forward. The peas and puff pastry get everywhere, as for the gravy...”

  ***

  Ever since Gloria had spoken to Mrs. Fraser in the garden, she seemed to be around more. “That bloody woman’s looking in again!” Ed had cause to complain several times over the next few days. It didn’t bother Gloria any, but then it wasn’t her who was, apart from a short white apron, naked.

  “Just ignore her and she’ll soon get tired of it,” Gloria told him and Ed tried but would have felt better if Gloria hadn’t kept waving to her, pointing at him and laughing. “Her garden’s certainly a lot tidier,” Gloria observed. “All that raking and sweeping that she does now.” She was even tidying up around her front porch when Gloria left in the late afternoon to go and visit Gerry.

  “What is that he’s wearing?” she wanted to know.

  “Just something to relieve the unremitting ugliness...men are, don’t you think?”

  “No.”

  Gloria laughed, “But actually, I thought it might be less embarrassing for you...”

  “Oh don’t you worry about me dear!” Hilda Fraser told her. “I come from stern stock...Barra; you need warm knickers up there, yon wee thing he’s got wouldn’t be much use! Are you away out?”

  “Just to visit a friend, an hour or two...Which ‘wee thing’ are you talking about?” she added and they cackled together like auld crone.

  “Enjoy yourself, I’ll keep an eye on him, you can be sure of that!”

  “I’m quite certain of it Hilda!” Gloria reassured her smiling. Hilda Fraser was in her middle forties, lots older than Gloria and Ed but well cared for Gloria always thought. She had fair hair and a good figure, slightly top heavy with her humungous bust and an open honest face with lots of character which never sought to hide what she was thinking.

  Hilda wasn’t long in Gloria’s thoughts, she had Natalie to think about and for that reason she was well ahead of time knowing that Gerry wouldn’t be home for an hour or so and therefore she’d have his wife to herself, at her mercy as it were.

  “Oh...Gloria!” Natalie exclaimed echoing Lisa from a few days before but lacking the shock, if harbouring some of the trepidation.

  “That’s right, Gloria,” Gloria said completing the loop but waiting to be invited in which Natalie did with a backwards flourish.

  “Please enter, I’m honoured and Gerry will be delighted. Of course you know he won’t be back for an hour?”

  “Will I wait in the shed?” Gloria asked her not willing to be played with. “I thought I’d have a word with you first Natalie.

  “Of course Gloria, I didn’t mean to suggest anything,” she said leading the way into the lounge.

  “I don’t mind you suggesting things Natalie, I can say yea or nay, as I did last time as it suits me. Just don’t think I’m falling under your spell, that could cost you.”

  “I wouldn’t dream of it Gloria but may I just say, I didn’t tell Gerry about...everything we did last time,” and she pulled the zip fastener on her top down to her belly button, naked underneath, just her breasts keeping the sides from opening.

  “That’s up to you Natalie but I would have thought that was a dangerous strategy, I may tell him myself,” Gloria told her, noting the smooth tan skin and the absence of marks.

  “Then I’d have made another mistake...I just thought we might...you might have preferred to keep some things private.”

  Gloria sighed, she sat down and looked at Natalie...and then she laughed. “You know, I like you Natalie. I didn’t want to, but I really do. I haven’t got all the way back in this to find out how it started, but I probably won’t bother...That’s because I know, I know you started it and do you know what? I don’t blame you. You can’t help scheming, plotting and manipulating people; you can’t help it because you’re smart. The problem is, you’re too smart for your own good.”

  “I’m sorry if I’ve offended you...”

  “You did, but not today. You don’t need to try and enroll me as an ally Natalie; I’m already on your side, it’s disappointing that you don’t understand that.” Natalie’s face flushed and all the guile dropped from it as she struggled to catch up, unfamiliar with the suspicion that she had been out maneuvered, out thought. “Ed and Don had a foursome last week...”

  “I swear I didn’t go! On my life...” Natalie cried.

  “Yes that last bit’s probably true,” Gloria smiled, “And I know you didn’t. The point is, you told the others you would...and of course you kept it all from me...and Gerry.”

  Natalie sank onto her knees, her top opening and her breasts spilling out. “But I’m just an idiot...”

  Gloria leaned forward and picked up one of Natalie’s nipples in her fingers, lifting the breast up and bouncing it. “You’re anything but that Natalie and I’m becoming tired of your attempts to make me think it.” Natalie shook her head, but Gloria twisted her nipple and continued, “You were sending the others ahead, into danger, knowing that I would find out, knowing that I would punish them and protect you from Gerry because I would think you were reformed.” Gloria laughed and dropped Natalie’s breast. “I haven’t read the text on Ed’s phone, but it would be a last minute thing, once the others were already there, ‘Sorry, can’t make it. Gerry’s got plans for me!’ Something like that.”

  Natalie’s face darkened and a tear appeared at the corner of her eye. “I’m only trying to survive,” she whispered. “Please, please...I’ll do anything!” and she looked up, all sad eyes into Gloria’s.

  “No,” Gloria decided, “I’m not in the mood for you today so you’ll be keeping your pussy in your pants, at least until Gerry gets home, then we’ll see.”

  ***

  Natalie was right about something; Gerry was delighted to see Gloria, a beautiful young woman who gave herself freely to him...who wouldn’t be? “So what have you two been up to?” he wanted to know. “And why does she still have clothes on?”

  “We were just talking Gerry,” Gloria informed him, “Getting things straight between us.” She sat at the table with Gerry as he ate his evening meal, Natalie running back and forth delivering what a
ppeared to be four or even five courses. “You’ll be putting on weight with all this food,” Gloria observed.

  “She likes to keep my strength up, don’t you Natalie?” he replied and Natalie smiled meekly at him.

  “Be careful she’s not fattening you up,” Gloria said. “I really came to invite you...and Natalie of course over to our house one evening: a buffet, drinks, party games...that sort of thing.”

  Now Gerry was doubly delighted. “Fabulous!” he said. “Spanking, bondage, humiliation?”

  “That goes without saying,” Gloria told him. “Look, I’ll have to be going; I’ve left a neighbour skulking about my windows spying on Ed. I’m not worried about him, I’m just concerned she gets cold,” and they laughed.

  “So Natalie gets off scot free tonight?” He looked disappointed.

  Gloria looked at Natalie and stood up. “No,” she said. “Pull your skirt up Natalie and bend over,” and she spanked her, as hard as she could, just pushing her knickers down clear of her buttocks but keeping her quim covered, much to Natalie and Gerry’s frustration.

  ***

  “He’s kept oot o’ sight upstairs, most of the time,” Hilda Fraser told her popping up from over her hedge. “But I did see him in a shirt, sending a text message!”

  So Ed knows about the party, already. Fast work Natalie. “You must be cold out here Hilda! Why don’t you come in and I’ll have Ed make us some tea?”

  Hilda’s face changed from ace reporter to lottery winner in an instant. “Oh! That would be nice. I was getting chilled,” she said.

  “We’ll have to see if we can warm you up then,” Gloria told her feeling quite murderous towards her conspiring husband and his colluding mobile phone...innocent though the phone was by virtue of its insanity.

  Ed was so intent on all the flying texts, or ‘Reuters’ as Gloria thought of it, that he never heard her come in, not until Gloria barked, “Put Natalie down!” from the doorway and, “I want to see you, downstairs and in proper dress, now!”