Fore!some

by Tina Clark

  She found it was difficult to walk, not because of the pain but because of its one sidedness. She went into the hall, to look in the long mirror as she was bid and while she was there Natalie called on her to make tea...before she did the other side.

  ***

  “That was refreshing,” Natalie said putting her cup down. “I’ll try to make this session as interesting for you as the last, but before I do, walk over to the window. Go on, don’t be shy, right up against it, turn around...we might as well show that woman something of what we’re doing in here, she seems so interested. Anyway, a little humiliation is good for the soul don’t you think Gloria?”

  “Yes.”

  “Good, now come over here and bend over. More...stick it out!”

  Gloria should have made the tea weaker for it seemed to have imparted its strength to Natalie. She delivered Gloria’s comeuppance with all of the first session’s vehemence, pausing just now and again to push Gloria’s back down, another time to tell her that she was enjoying the grunting noises she was making, “So much more justified than the theatrical shrieking of those cosseted tennis women, and something about it, well...primal, animal! You’re turning me on Gloria,” and once to ask Gloria if she’d had enough.

  “Yes,” Gloria told her.

  “But I haven’t!” Natalie laughed and the spanking continued until Gloria collapsed moaning and Natalie collapsed panting on top of her. “I never realised,” she told her, “Just how much effort it takes, dedication in fact. I hope you appreciate just how hard I’ve tried to deliver Ed’s message?”

  “I do. Thank you,” Gloria responded and gasped in pain as Natalie grabbed a handful of her ass and squeezed.

  Natalie laughed. “It nips, doesn’t it?” She laughed again, “But you’re so soft, and pliable. I like you like that,” and she pushed Gloria’s thighs apart and slid her fingers into Gloria’s slit, twisting her clitoris, “It feels good...you feel good. Do you remember what you said to me?”

  “No.”

  “Lick me Natalie, you said,” and she got up and stripped off her trousers and panties and while Gloria watched, stood with her legs apart and put her hands on her hips. “Lick me Gloria,” she said.

  Gloria had to kneel up between Natalie’s legs, with her hands on Natalie’s thighs, like a dog begging its mistress as Natalie straddled her face. She had to tilt her head back as Natalie settled her pussy over her mouth and rubbed it up and down on her face, then she had to push her tongue into Natalie’s vagina and strain to get it as far up as Natalie wanted it, while Natalie held Gloria’s head in her hands and pulled it tighter against her, urging her, “Lick up! Harder! Right up! Make me come!” until she did come and nearly broke Gloria’s neck in the process, with all the twisting of it, and the rocking on it, accompanied by the whining and groaning that lasted for as long as she had orgasms, and she had seven.

  At last she dismounted Gloria’s face and left her kneeling there her head still back, her neck too sore to change position, except slowly, her face wet. “Of course we’ll keep this to ourselves. That’s implicit in Ed’s message, Gerry’s not to be told, all of that is over with. If Ed does come back, you’ve to tell Gerry, ‘No more punishment.’ He’s stopped anyway...I dissuaded him, other than some light spanking which I encourage because I enjoy it and it gets him up and going. He was never a great fuck, not like Ed can be...but I don’t think you ever found that out, did you Gloria...uh?”

  Gloria was turning her head slowly, easing the pain out of her neck and Natalie took that as acceptance. “Unfortunately, we’re not finished,” she said. “Frankly, I’d rather spread it out over a few days, but Ed’s waiting. He tells me, you have a box...Get it!”

  When Gloria came back with the box, Natalie made her stand there naked, holding it while she dressed. “Open it.” It was a big box and heavy and Gloria struggled to hold it with the lid up while Natalie rummaged inside and pulled the paddle out and had a few practice swings with it before putting it back laughing and choosing the whip, as Gloria had known she would.

  “Put the box down.” The whip swished in the air as Gloria bent over, but it didn’t land and Natalie laughed when Gloria flinched. “Fun, isn’t it?” But Gloria didn’t reply, she knew what was coming either way. “Stand up straight; now lift your arms above your head, higher. Keep them up!” and this time the whip did land. Gloria screamed in the maelstrom of her initial scourging, she shrieked and begged and screamed again and again as the whip sang its most demented of tunes and scored and scythed at her, from every angle, covering every part of her body, and covering it in a tight pattern of overlaying crimson lines.

  Natalie wasn’t going to be stopped this time because her arm was sore, she changed hands several times and kept up the punishment wanting Gloria to fall and crawl and beseech her for mercy...but Gloria didn’t. In the midst of the music, Gloria floated free...and that’s when she remembered.

  ***

  Mrs. Fraser stepped suddenly out onto the path, barring Natalie’s way as she left laughing, feeling happier than she had done, since as a girl, she flashed at drivers hoping to make them crash. “What do you want?” Natalie asked her, the uncomfortable and unfamiliar creeping of fear inhibiting her breathing and turning her question, which she had intended to be sharp and aggressive, weak and whispered.

  “Vade retro Satana!” Mrs. Fraser spat in Natalie’s face, terrifying her and making her shrink back, forcing her off the path and miring her shoes in black earth as she made her escape through Gloria’s roses.

  ***

  “I thought I’d call to see how you were,” Gerry said. “Natalie told me she delivered Ed’s message and then she just sat and comforted you...She’s not a bad sort after all Gloria.”

  “Sure, whatever Gerry.”

  “Look, I’m sorry about all this happening, I suppose we just got carried away...and over reacted?”

  “I suppose so.”

  “I’d never have thought Ed would leave you though Gloria. Bit of a lesson to me too. Natalie’s going back to see him tonight. She says that depending on whether he’s happy enough with your response to his message, she’ll phone you later with the name of his hotel.”

  “That’s good of her Gerry.”

  It was very late when Natalie phoned but Gloria knew the time by then. “He took a bit of convincing Gloria. I had to lay it on thick...you being contrite and everything. He wanted to know how you took your punishment. I told him, you enjoyed it and he said he’d like to see that...y’know to watch. ‘Course you could always refuse, but if you want to keep him, we’ll be getting back together again, just you, me and Ed...for a bit of slap and tickle. It’s the Mercantile, in Tupping Road, not far from you actually. Tomorrow at nine, that’s a. m. His plane leaves at eleven...If he’s on it of course but that’s up to you. Oh by the way, I didn’t tell him about you giving me head, I thought we’d keep that as a little surprise party piece for him. So I’ll be seeing you Gloria mmm?” and Natalie hung up.

  ***

  Because of the rain Gloria drove, although her shoes were still full of water and her hair was bedraggled despite her umbrella, when she arrived in the hotel lobby. There was no-one at the desk but she found Ed’s room without difficulty and knocked.

  He stared at her as though she was the devil or Mrs. Fraser or something. “Do I get to come in?” she asked.

  “My God of course Gloria!” he said. “You’re soaked!”

  “The least of my worries, huh Ed?”

  “Give me your coat. There’s not much here, but I’ll make some coffee...” She stood and waited while he did and then took the proffered cup and waited again to be told to sit down which Ed eventually did by asking her suspiciously, why she was still standing. “So, you came to tell me something?” Ed said.

  “No,” Gloria told him, which made Ed start, “I came to be told w
hat you require of me.”

  “Oh! That’s all right then!” Ed said. “Probably a blow-job for a start...”

  “Of course,” Gloria said and put her cup down and dropped onto her knees on the floor and opened her mouth, and waited.

  “That’s the spirit!” Ed said and rushed over, his cock already pushing at his fly as he unzipped it, let the beast out and filled his wife’s mouth with it.

  ***

  “The party’s back on Gerry,” Gloria said on the phone just a few hours later. “Rather different from originally envisaged. Ed’s come home and we’re having it to set the record straight...and so that I might make my apologies public.”

  “I see,” Gerry said. “Natalie was wondering what had happened...”

  “Ed dropped his phone on the pavement outside the hotel...Is tomorrow night too soon. I’m eager to get this done, I’m sure Natalie is too.”

  “Yes, she’s...spritely. Can’t say I am though. I feel I’m being stuffed back in my box again. It was all too short, my time in the light. Ah well, as an old friend used to say.”

  “Ah well, what?”

  “Nothing, that was all he said.”

  Gloria also phoned Leonard but only when she knew Lisa was out. “It’s back on Leonard, the party I mean, and sooner. Tomorrow night actually. Just keep the same arrangements with Lisa, pictures etcetera. You can make it?”

  “For you Gloria, I can make anything...everything...What’s going on?”

  “It’s only a few hours Leonard, I’ll have to ask you to wait, and now I know you will. Thank you Leonard, I won’t forget it.”

  Chapter Thirteen

  Pax Gloria

  It was Ed who opened the door to Gerry’s knock. Their greeting was strained but more than made up for by the exuberance of Natalie’s for Ed. She threw her arms around him, kissing him on the mouth and shouting, “Welcome back to the man of the moment!” during which Ed glanced at Gerry, remembering the sock in the eye and for a second correctly identified Gerry as about to do it again but Natalie broke off the embrace telling her husband, she was just showing support for an old friend who had turned the tables on a brutal dictator and survived harsh injustice to triumph in the end!

  “That how you see it?” Gerry asked Ed, his grimace betraying his bitterness, but Ed only smiled weakly and bade them enter.

  Mrs. Fraser sitting in the chair by the door was a shock and certainly the last thing Natalie wanted to see at the party during which she expected her coronation and Gloria’s servile whimpering as Natalie commanded Ed to resume charge of his household and bring his whipped cur to heel, literally and while she was there, spank her some more to ingrain the lesson...and for Natalie’s amusement and satisfaction. “What’s that barking old bitch from Sheep and Bullshit Island doing here?” she hissed at Ed but again he failed to reply only flicking his eyes heavenward and making the sign of the cross over his heart.

  She was wearing a demure and tasteful blue Harris Tweed suit buttoned up to her neck, the wraparound skirt almost ankle length and held together above the knee by the most beautiful and dramatic, foot long silver pin in the form of a claymore with a huge Cairngorm stone embedded in its intricate filigree hilt and on her head she had in the same material a large Highland bonnet which contained her hair and was in turn held by another even longer pin accompanied at the identical angle by a magnificent eagle’s feather.

  “Aye!” she said to Natalie and Gerry, the meaning of which eluded both of them as Ed could tell by the differing ways they reacted.

  “She’s referring to the one in the middle of her forehead!” Natalie snarled at Gerry who ignored her and held out his hand, replying,

  “The noo!” because he thought it might be an ancient clan greeting although he acknowledged that his surname, Fuchs was stretching his credibility. “I’m Gerry,” he added.

  “Aye!” Mrs. Fraser replied, the syllable taking so long to utter, Natalie suspected it had echoed in Hell. “A’m Hilda!”

  “What did she say?” Natalie hissed.

  “It’s some kind of Gaelic war cry,” Gerry told her in thrall to the enigma and having noticed that despite the distracting and concealing boldness of the cloth’s pattern, Mrs. Fraser had the biggest breasts south of the Humber River.

  “Paps they’re called,” Ed informed him knowing what he was looking at. “Harbingers of peace and darkness, pain and pleasure. I know,” he added darkly. “But what would you like to drink? Gin, Natalie, okay. Gerry? Whisky, fine. You too Hilda...another bottle. I won’t be a moment, I’ve got a forty ounce-er...” and he left just as there was a knock at the door which Mrs. Fraser sprang up to get, her breasts following just that vital second’s bounce of authenticity later before she turned away leaving Gerry love struck and half expecting to see a battered targe slung over her back.

  It was Leonard and Lisa. They looked dazed as though they’d come to the wrong house or stepped through a portal backwards or forwards in time, they knew not, but it was a colourful if fucking frightening place they’d arrived in. “Gerry? Natalie!” Lisa exclaimed even more frightened now.

  “Hi,” Leonard said waving, knowing more than anyone else in the room with the possible exception of Mrs. Fraser who had shaman in her lineage.

  “What are you doing here?” Natalie asked Lisa, the first signs of trepidation shaking her voice.

  “I’m wondering that too,” Gerry concurred. “I thought this wake was private.”

  “What’s happening Ed?” Natalie asked him as he came back, handing drinks to Natalie and Gerry and a jeroboam of Bowmore Legend to Hilda.

  “Just wait,” Ed said sorrowfully.

  “Aye, jist wait!” Mrs. Fraser repeated managing to infer an entirely different outcome on the same words.

  “Where’s Gloria?” Natalie cried. “She obviously craves publicity for her groveling apology, so let’s hear it, and I hope it’s pusillanimous enough!”

  “Pussy!” Mrs. Fraser laughed, mocking her, understandably, English being a foreign language and saved from tedious and entirely pointless explanations by another knock at the door.

  ***

  “Aye,” Cammy said.

  “Aye,” Mrs. Fraser replied.

  “What?” Natalie asked.

  “The fuck is going on?” Lisa finished for her.

  “Drink?” Ed said.

  “Aye,” Cammy replied, “Whisky,” unnecessarily.

  “Hilda’s got a bottle,” Ed said, handing Cammy a glass.

  “It’s feenished,” she told him.

  “Oh sorry!” Ed apologised and rushed away to get another and ring the off-licence to send a low loader...who said they would, the same address as the first one?

  “I came for my pail,” Cammy explained. “The mop, overall...and eh, underpants,” and he glanced sheepishly at Hilda who nodded her head righteously.

  “This is ridiculous!” Natalie said. “I thought they turned back at Derby...”

  “Aye but obviously no’ them a’,” Gerry told her, earning a wink from Hilda and a horrified look from Natalie.

  “Thee...ah, maid’s upstairs,” Ed said and went to the foot of the stairs and shouted, “Mr. Fraser’s here for his...accoutrements!”

  “It’s like a school play, honestly!” Natalie said. “For the last time Ed, what is going...” but she stopped as a figure appeared, stooped and bending, a maid who had seen better days, coming down the stairs.

  She was wearing a grey, calf-length overall that had a duster hanging from the pocket and she must have been very old judging by her mop of thick, unruly grey hair although no-one could be sure, for her face was obscured by another mop which she carried in front of her along with a heavy looking galvanized metal bucket. She stopped at the bottom and sighed heavily then trudged into the middle of the room and said, “I love
my husband, I always did and I never stopped, not when I discovered he had had an affair...and then a threesome...and then more than that. At first I was shocked, then saddened and then angry...I resolved to get my own back on him - which I did, but I found it wasn’t enough, for although I had discovered new sides to my character - added some undoubtedly, discovered new pleasures, heady thrills and a few darker, some might say Cimmerian kicks...where did it get me, was I not just equally guilty? Instead of having my husband back, I had just pushed him further away. The problem was still there...although I had changed.”

  “Gloria?” Leonard said. “Gloria!”

  “That’s right Leonard, it is me - Gloria. You did that Ed, you changed me...and I’m not sorry, so I don’t blame you...not for that. I’m stronger than you Ed, that’s what...all this has revealed. I can’t lift all the shopping like you can, but I’m stronger nonetheless. I had to show you that. I had to make you understand, and now I’ll have to keep on doing it because we both know you need me to.”

  She turned to the rapt crowd. “I dragged Ed back,” she said, “I subjected him to my regime, and I was proud of what I had achieved...but we all know what comes after that treacherous delusion, so when he left me, the fall was long and it was deep. For a while, I lost my strength and then Gerry phoned to say Natalie was talking to Ed and would come and tell me what he said.”

  “I did,” Gerry agreed, nodding. “We spoke about it later; you said she’d been kind!”

  Gloria smiled sadly, “That’s not quite right Gerry, if you think about it. I couldn’t enlighten you then for I knew how you’d respond, and it was something I had to do myself...Ed said I was to be punished, Natalie told me...and that she was to do it.” Gloria stopped and dropped the mop and bucket, the latter clanging and rolling across the floor until Ed put his foot in it. Then she took off the wig and dropped it and threw the overall at Natalie and was naked underneath.

  Some gasped, Lisa screamed. Leonard stood up and swore but Gerry turned to his wife and smiled. “You did that?” he asked her. “You did that!” and the smile changed into a cold stare. Gloria looked like she’d been tightly bound in barbed wire and even Natalie was shocked.