CUCKOLD IN THE CORNER
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CUCKOLD IN THE CORNER
Alfred had finally stopped blubbering, Fanchon coming back with the cane from the dinner table to shut him up had quieted him down. Now he knelt miserably in the corner, on the little pile of rice that Fanchon had poured...just to make his knees remember!
God, and Fanchon had been such a bitch. When she'd bent Alfred over for whipping,she'd made sure his balls were stuffed outside his legs so she could hit them a few times. One of her swats with the evil Spencer paddle had nearly made him black out! Fanchon was a real monster when it came to this stuff. To think that the first time he approached her to dominate him she was so " Do you really want me to hurt you like this honey" and now she was just a raging domme!
Alf's hands were behind his head, holding a quarter up against the wall with his nose (Fanchon felt that this way he kept good posture) And his butt really was hurting. It had been so humiliating having Chloe's Red-State asshole husband Hiram whipping him with the belt, though Hiram was so unskilled at it, it didn't really affect Alf as much as the whipping from Fanchon's paddle...her paddle really had stung! On his lower left cheek,
Alf actually felt some broken skin, he figured that the paddle had bounced a little too hard on an old welt from the whipping he'd gotten the day before yesterday, when he'd let the dog poop in the living room. She'd used the rattan cane on his bottom that time, and left it utterly raw.
Alf had tried to jump up when she'd used the cane, the other day, and she'd had to push her leg down on his knees to keep him down. Lucky for him she hadn't used the cane today! Alfred wondered if he'd created a monster in his beloved Fanchon. It was sooo humiliating though, being whipped in front of the dinner party!
They were all laughing and talking in the other room now. Just forty minutes before, he'd been an equal adult, just like everyone else, talking football, dirty jokes, etc...and then he'd made the mistake of belittling shy Chloe...it was true, Alf was a bully and a coward...but he usually got away with it. These were not their BDSM friends, and Alf couldn't believe that Fanchon had had the nerve to expose him in front of vanilla people.
And it was bad enough that Fanchon had invited that black ANIMAL Bamma McDaniel to the dinner party...he wasn't from the same background everyone else was! But how could Fanchon tell everyone that Alf was Bamma's suck-slave, and that she cuckolded him with Bamma on a regular basis? As Alf thought about it, the quarter his nose was pressing to the wall slipped dangerously, and he knew Fanchon had super hearing. She'd be out here with the Spencer Paddle again if he dropped it on the floor!
And of course later on tonight, Fanchon would probably make Alf write punishment lines--1,000 times "I am a boor and a bore"...and he wouldn't be able to go to sleep until he finished--his hand would be swollen from writing, and she'd make him sleep in the closet, the door locked, with him having to hold his bowels all night long!
What if Dave told Mr. Erisman at work? And now Hiram and Chloe would never look at Alf respectfully again. They always had, after all, Alf had two master's degrees, one in mathematics and one in Com Sci...Hiram was just a common plumber and HVAC man, and Chloe an aerobics instructor...
It had always amazed Alf that Hiram and Chloe could afford to live in the neighborhood at all,though of course plumbers charge an arm and a leg. But that was the kind of snobbish thinking that got Fanchon all mad...she'd grown up on the wrong side of the Buttermilk Falls tracks,and she and Santino had won scholarships to college....but she got really mad at Alfred when he told her she "came from nothing".
But,with all this horror, Alf's penis was struggling to get hard against the piercing on his stomach. It was true, he had not orgasmed in several months,but how could he be so excited about having been horribly humiliated and bruised and welted in front of his old friends? What kind of a sick fuck was he?
Jesus, he had to keep his nose closer to the wall to keep the goddamn quarter there! And his nose was running! It was really a bad time for him. How had he gotten into this...was this really exciting him?
But the erection was there! He was just DYING to cum...and the fact that he had basically been revealed to be a sissy-cuckold slaveslut seemed to make poor Alfred even more excited than he'd been before! And God, later he'd be forced to fellate that animal Bamma McDaniel...
Bamma's huge black cock shoved in Alf's mouth...what a repulsive nigger Bamma was,but Alfred was really looking forward to sucking his dick, getting it hard for Alfred's wife's pussy...how deranged was THAT?
And Alfred had really learned how to suck a good dick...Bamma had taught him on pain of real punishment...he'd finally taught Alf that you have to lick slowly and enthusiastically along the underside of the penis...and how to notice when Bamma thrust his hips, so to suck a little faster, but not to make Bamma cum too fast...because then his pleasure was over, and he might take Alf by the scalp and bang him against the wall!
It was really tough, as Alf considered it, but not quite as tough as kneeling against this corner, holidng up a quarter with your goddam nose!
The door to the dining room opened, and Alfred heard Ellis's voice. "How are you doing,man...I'm really sorry for what happened." Alfred grunted. He knew how excited Ellis could get thinking about being a slave-boy. It was just that Ellis had never really had the nerve to go through something like this. He just liked to beat off and think about it...to stay in the slaveboy closet, as it were.
Alf had to speak very carefully so he didn't drop the coin he was holding to the wall with his nose. Fanchon was very, VERY strict about him not dropping the quarter. He didn't want further humiliation, or further pain!
"Don't worry about it, Ellis." Alfred said softly. He knew that if Fanchon heard him talking out here, she'd be out with the Spencer paddle in no time! "Say, is Cy--I mean Claudia, doing a good job serving?" Alf and Ellis had a buddy who was also bitten with the sadomasochistic bug serving dinner in full tranny gear in the kitchen. Now THAT was a real submissive.
"Yeah...I think Dave is starting to realize he knows "Claudia" from somewhere. He keeps looking at Claudia...he doesn't realize yet that he used to play raquetball with the man Claudia used to be...it's kind of hilarious. But don't you think it's going a little far for you guys, Alf?" Ellis asked earnestly..."I mean, you're fucking naked out here, and your butt looks all purple and blue and welted...it really is, uh..."
Alfred turned his head and the quarter fell to the floor. "Look, Ellis...I am what I am...and that's a submissive. I probably am going to pay for this tomorrow at work but--"
The door to the kitchen opened and Fanchon came out. "Did I hear that coin drop? Get out of the corner, Alfie...it's whipping time!"
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