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"I am not spineless and I am not an Idiot." I continued to speak quietly, with the menace in my voice growing.
"You're just like him," she sneered, pointing to her husband. "No Balls at all. If a rapist came in here and attacked me all he would do was hand him a tissue when he'd finished."
The argument had escalated quickly, but I kept calm. "I have balls. More balls than you can handle. And if I was your rapist you would be begging for more. And then I'd take the wimp as well" I said, pointing at Mike.
We were now standing inches from each other, staring into each other's faces. It was Mike who spoke, hesitantly. "Please, let's apologise and calm down. There's a good film on the telly."
"Go on, then," Joan demanded, staring hard into my eyes. "You apologise."
I smiled at her. "I apologise," I said quietly. I continued to hold her eyes. Suddenly her anger flared up. Suddenly her hand flashed and caught my face, stinging as the slap cracked out loud into the silent room.
I smiled at her again. "You will not do that again." I looked down -- it seemed ludicrous that we were both still holding the t-towel which had started the fight.
I was ready for the next slap. As her hand headed for the side of my face I grabbed her wrist, stopped the slap, then twisted her arm behind her back and held her tight. Her body was pressed against mine as I held her arm firmly up her back. I had to hold hard -- she was strong and she was struggling. As she struggled I felt her attempt to knee me in the groin. Luckily she was too close to get any power into the attempt, but I wasn't going to take the risk. I pulled her arm further up her back until she yelped in pain. I put one of my legs around hers, pushed backwards and she fell to the floor, with me falling on top of her.
In the fall, her arm had got free, and as I sat on her, her arm flashed up and caught me across the face again, stinging, my cheek turning bright red. It took me a moment to recover -- luckily I had leant back and the next attempt to slap me missed. Luckily with the way she was lying, her next attempt -- this time to punch me in the groin -- had little strength in it, although I felt a twinge of pain as it landed. Joan was a real vixen, seeming to have no sense of what was right as she fought. She was swinging her arms, attempting to slap, attempting to punch, her legs kicking hard. It was all I could do to hold her on the ground and fend off her attempts to hit me.
At last she seemed to be tiring, realising she was not going to get away. For a moment there was calm, and I heard Mike say quietly, ineffectually: "Please stop, please.............."
It was clear Joan wasn't for stopping. At his voice, she screamed "Get off me you fucking bastard", and again I was caught be a slap across the face, as she began to struggle again.
It was difficult. Until now I had done nothing but hold her and defend myself. There is something wrong with fighting, or hitting a woman. You don't do it. It's not honourable. I sat on her, and quickly grabbed her wrists and pushed them to the floor above her head. She was still struggling, fighting hard, shouting. As we struggled I noticed her skirt had ridden up to her thighs and her white panties were showing. There wasn't time to admire as she had to be tamed, controlled, somehow.
As I sat on her and held her hands above her head she struggled, but there was no escape, and gradually she tired herself with her struggling until she was worn out, or appeared to be. There was one of those silent moments as her struggling and shouting stopped, as Mike stood watching, unable to move. It was me who broke the silence. "Have you stopped? Do you now admit I'm the master?"
It was a provocation to her. "Get off me. When you get off I'll kill you..........." Her shouting was accompanied by her attempt to knee me in the back, but I was leaning too far forward for it to be effective.
She screamed again. "Get off me. Mike, get him off................" It was clear Mike didn't have the fight in him to even try. I glanced at him and truth was there was glint in his eye which suggested he might be enjoying this........ enjoying watching his wife tamed.
Again there was a moment of stillness. I kept holding her hands but got off her, and before she could react, or realise what was happening, I had turned her onto her stomach, then again sat on her waist, releasing her hands. Now with her face to the floor there was little she could do except struggle, and with her having tired herself out, my weight was more than enough to control her. She was still shouting, but I had time to look around, noticing her skirt had ridden to her waist, her white panties fully exposed. I took time to look at her ass, beautifully round and full........
She was screaming, but stopped suddenly - I had grabbed the back of her panties and pulled hard on them. They had disappeared between the cheeks of her ass, pulling tight between her crotch. The suddenly invasion had silenced her. I spoke to her in the sudden silence. "Unless you stop struggling and apologise now for slapping me, I am going to spank your ass."
There was a
silence before she screamed her reply. "You wouldn't dare, you creep, get off me.................... aaaaaaaaaaag..........." The cheek of her ass started glowing red as I smacked her hard with my hand. Before she could move I smacked her hard again -- even my hand stung as I did it. This time she was defiant, and defiantly kept quiet, although it was clear from her tensing her body that she had felt it. I looked at Mike and was amazed -- he seemed almost unaware of what he was doing, his hand rubbing his crotch over his trousers............
As I looked at Mike I felt Joan struggle again. I spoke to her again. "Babe, you know what I'm going to do. I'm going to strap your ass -- but you can stop it at any moment -- all you have to say is: "Please stop." Then I'll give you one more, and stop."
Joan was still defiant. "Never. NEVER.............."
I undid the belt from my trousers, wound it around my hand and whipped the strap hard across her ass, leaving a bright red stripe. Joan screamed, but she kept silent in her defiance.
I whipped the strap three more times, and she fought to keep silent. On the fifth strap, she screamed. I waited, she began to sob...... I whipped the strap across her ass again. This time she screamed words "Please stop, please, please stop................" Her voice broke into sobs as she clenched and unclenched her bright red ass, fighting the pain.
I knew I had to keep my rules. I strapped her ass once more, as hard as I could, and she screamed again in pain, fighting the pain, squirming, sobbing. I turned to Mike: "Get some cream. Now." I noticed there was a damp spot on his trousers where his pre-cum had obviously leaked through. He disappeared to the bathroom and returned with the cream. I ordered him to remove her panties which he quickly did. I began to massage the cream into Joan's ass-cheeks.
For a couple of minutes I massaged her asscheeks, then began to rub my fingers between them. I was amazed to see her slowly spread her legs, allowing me to massage her freely between the cheeks. She jumped slightly when I let my fingers caress her asshole, but she didn't try to move or struggle. I could see between her legs -- her pussy was glistening with wetness.
I let me fingers caress her asshole for a few moments then slipped a finger inside her. I heard her whisper softly. "Please, no-one has ever taken me there." However, she made no attempt to close her legs...........
I whispered to her. "I'm going to fuck you. I'm going to take you upstairs, strip you and shove my cock into your cunt.............. and maybe your ass as well..........."
I stood up and pulled her to her feet. I quickly lifted her into a fireman's lift, and headed to the stairs. I felt for a moment her body squirm, but then the feeling of being off the floor and being helpless made her frightened she would fall -- she stopped struggling and held on.
I carried Joan up the stairs to the bedroom I was using, and dropped her gently onto the bed. I leant forward and kissed her on the lips. At first she didn't respond, but suddenly I felt her lips soften, and as they did I thrust my tongue into her mouth. I felt her tongue responding.
I pulled my mouth away from hers, reached to the bottom of her tea-shirt and pulled it over her head. I reach behind her and unhooked her bra, throwing it across the room. Her breasts were amazing -- not large, but perfectly round, with two stiff nipples perched on each. I stared for a moment, before cupping them more gently, rolling her nipples between my finger and thumb. She groaned gently as I did it.
