by Tina Clark
“That was no sheep, that was Natalie!” and the two of them fell into an energetic embrace which ended with Hilda naked astride Gerry, her breasts enveloping his head and her hips rolling on his like the Uig to Tarbert ferry in a westerly gale.
“Aye,” Ed said, “I know where you’re coming from,” and he began to sing, “Over the sea to Harris,” but was cut short by Gloria calling on him to serve the tea and cucumber sandwiches.
Most suspended operations while the trolley was wheeled in and the China service was handed round and the milk was being poured into the cups prior to the tea...of course, although Lisa had to be persuaded, again, to lift herself off Cammy, who it turned out had a whang of Don-like proportions which Lisa found reassuring and was taking comfort on.
“What about Natalie, I stuck a cup in her hand, but she can’t drink the tea?” Ed said to Gloria.
“Don’t we have a tube?” she replied.
“I suppose we’ve got that rubber hose we connect the camping stove to the gas cylinder...but she wouldn’t like that stuffed in her mouth!”
“Who said anything about her mouth silly?” Gloria replied and went into the kitchen and fetched a funnel but was prevented from fitting the device, on discovering that Leonard was partaking of his tea and sandwich and carrying on a conversation with Cammy, still firmly embedded in Natalie. “This is supposed to be punishment,” she told him.
“Oh it is,” Leonard assured her and put down his cup and tea plate with its partly eaten cucumber sandwich and fairy cake and grasping Natalie’s cheeks pulled them apart revealing to Gloria that it wasn’t her pussy he was wedged in.
“I thought you were a bit red in the face!” Gloria laughed and walked away as Leonard called out, “What’s she like?”
“Purple!” Gloria replied, “...Matches the suite!”
After tea, there were more games and an interesting variation of Pass the Parcel, but Gloria was exhausted and she signaled Ed to slip up stairs to their room. “I’m tired,” she told him. “There’s about five minutes before I fall asleep and I want you to hold me tightly until I do, so get undressed and get in.”
“What about that lot downstairs?” Ed said.
“I’ve left Hilda in charge, she’ll see them out when they’re finished,” Gloria told him.
“You mean when Natalie’s finished!” Ed said.
“She’s only getting what she deserves,” Gloria said, “Anyway, there’ll be a lot more to come. I was talking to Gerry, we’ve decided to give her a job as a cleaning lady...with my mop and bucket and the wig et cetera. Apart from her own house she’ll be working here, and at Leonard’s...and at Hilda’s too. Poor work will result in punishment...even worse than good work.”
“Jesus!” Ed said, “Hilda’s!”
“Save some of your pity for yourself Ed,” Gloria advised him. “You will be receiving regular discipline too...but no more whippings, I’ve thrown that out...the paddle stays...and there are some other objet noire, I’ll be trialing...” Ed stayed silent, knowing she was slipping into sleep and thinking that things could hardly have turned out better. He was cuddled up close behind her and his penis began to stiffen and fill the cleft of her bottom...“No,” she murmured, “Gerry provided that service...and I’m too sleepy now.”
He lay and listened to the hollering and laughter, interspersed with smacks which was rising from downstairs...imaging the scene, hardly helping his penis to deflate. After twenty minutes when Gloria’s breathing was steady, he slipped his cock into her and barely daring to breathe he fucked her slowly, if desperately and came explosively in her, his two hands over his mouth stifling his cries.
“I hope you enjoyed that,” she muttered. “You’ll pay for it in the morning.”
Epilogue
A month went by and Natalie’s arse was better slapped than a cloutie dumpling although she was responding well to it...as was Ed, who was doing much of it...as directed by Gloria. Ed’s arse was equally pink and paddled but then, he loved it, much to Gloria’s exasperation who was spending a fortune trying to find something less to his liking. Then she hit on the idea of having him dismantle the fence between her and Hilda’s garden and take over the care of both...with Hilda as overseer. That fixed him, or so he told her.
One afternoon, as Ed and Natalie were bound over, ‘To keep the peace,’ as Gloria put it but actually, naked over her two armchairs, and Gloria was in her crimson rubber suit...there was a knock at the door. The only thing to hand, apart from two bums was Natalie’s overall which Gloria hastily wrapped around the splendour.
It was Trish...crying. “Oh Gloria! I read a text message on Don’s phone, I don’t know who it was from, but...He’s been having an affair! I went to Natalie’s but she’s out...I didn’t know who to turn to...”
Gloria smiled. “There there,” she said, “It’s all right. Actually, Natalie’s here...all ready for you, but come on in and I’ll explain everything.” She looked past Trish at the steam rising off the wet pavements. “The sun’s coming out,” she said. “Everything’s going to be just fine! You go through and say hello, I’ll only be a minute, then I’ll explain everything...I have to make an appointment for you at my salon!” and she turned away for her phone, dropping the rag on the floor, smiling broadly when she heard Trish scream, Ed’s rushed confession and the spanking begin.
Gloria looked out of the window and up to the heavens, Yes it’s going to be a great day!
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