CHAPTER ONE

 

James Avery was not even remotely a happy man, though he would have denied that obvious fact vociferously. And sometimes, if necessary, violently, if he happened to be drunk. Which was a not infrequent state of affairs that he also would have denied like any clandestine alcoholic worth his salt. His life in his mid-thirties consisted of an elaborate layering of defenses against his true inner state of self-doubt and fragility. These included a carefully sculpted body that was the product of years of hard work in the gym and at the dojo. There he cultivated strength and martial skills designed to intimidate anyone who might even consider taking him on. Likewise, his skin-of-his-teeth passing through a mediocre law school and (on his third try) the California Bar exam enabled him to fake his way into a marginal one-man legal practice. Which only survived thanks to his highly able (and quite beautiful) Chinese-American paralegal named Mei Ling. Her impeccable organizational skills counteracted his underlying ADHD just well enough to keep the office afloat. Of course, James could never admit this dependence, and countered it by losing his temper with Mei Ling often enough that she frequently considered quitting. But his clumsy charm and good looks somehow kept her from pulling the trigger since she well knew that his practice would fall apart if she abandoned him. The fact that she had a years-long crush on her handsome boss and secretly harbored fantasies of rescuing him when his wife got sick of his shenanigans and having him all to herself also figured into her saintlike forbearance.

Those same charms and looks had also sufficed to attract a series of high-quality women partners, all of whom were selected to reflect well on James via their beauty and intelligence. The most recent of these, Heidi, was a striking blonde Norwegian-born oncology nurse practitioner whose demanding work kept her busy. In fact sufficiently harried that her codependence conspired with her exhaustion to blind her just enough to his shortcomings. So she stuck around, as much for their marriage affording her a green card as from a deep conviction that he was her best alternative.

To be sure, the fact that he was as physically gorgeous as she was, and that he had an impressive set of genitalia didn't hurt his chances. When he was sober, he was a skillful lover that took pride in getting her off quite spectacularly, an attribute that counteracted a lot of his glaring shortcomings. Of course, she had no illusions that his sexual prowess came from a truly generous part of our hero, since his selfishness leaked through his boyish charm all too often. James was a good lover in the same way he was a reasonably skilled martial artist. That was his need to be seen as competent and worthy to counteract his deep inner conviction of worthlessness. Which had been driven home by his attractive narcissistic parents whose only child never felt like he quite measured up in their eyes.

Matters leading to a full collapse of James' flimsy structure barely supporting his whole 'as if 'masquerade began to appear one beautiful late spring Saturday when his wife Heidi was at home alone because her husband was enjoying a few beers at his local tavern in West Seattle. He habitually went there after his Aikido practice both weekend days, preferring the boozy camaraderie of his version of Cheers to the complexities of his too often dissatisfied wife. The petite blonde had the nerve to persist in being disgruntled with his lack of helping around the house even though he had screwed her brains out the night before. She was at the kitchen sink cleaning up the previous night's dishes (even though their deal was the if she cooked he washed up) that hadn't gotten done because he had passed out after sex. Heidi was lost in her reverie of confused disappointment when she looked up and into the bedroom window of the house next door. It was usually obscured by a shim, but for some reason that curtain had been pulled aside to afford her a clear view of their attractive Latino neighboring couple's king-sized bed.

And standing in front of that bed was the darkly handsome husband, his sturdy carpenter's body totally naked and sporting an erection at least as impressive as James' 8-inch monument of a cock. Heidi had enjoyed a bit of low-key flirting with Ramiro, often opting to do her yardwork in a bikini that showed off her fit, curvy body when she knew he was tackling similar chores in the yard next door. The wife Esmeralda, always busy with her popular personal training business, was well aware of her attractive husband's penchant for ogling their attractive blonde neighbor's saucy physique. Heidi could see the tall, buxom Latina's totally toned body clad in a vivid blue silk kimono-style robe standing next to her naked husband. She gestured him to crawl onto the bed on his hands and knees with his pale muscular masculine buttocks on flagrant display to their intrigued peeping Thomasina.

Then to Heidi's fascinated amazement, Esmeralda doffed her robe to reveal her spectacular body clad in a full-on dominatrix ensemble. This included a black leather bustier supporting her firm C-cup breasts laid out as if on a platter, a matching garter belt holding up a slinky pair of fish net stockings showing off her long legs, and thigh high black leather boots. In her strong right hand was the wooden handle of a foot long and two-inch-wide black leather strap divided into two tongues for half its length. This was a device our heroine later learned it was called a tawse, traditionally used to punish the squirming buttocks of miscreant Scottish boys and girls. As well as their mothers and fathers (if so inclined).

Heidi felt an embarrassing surge of arousal between her legs at this very unexpected and unprecedented sight of her two attractive neighbors in such a flagrantly erotic encounter. The two couples had been living next door to each other for several years, and there had been no hint of erotic activities of any sort save Ramiro's silently appreciative glances. These occurred when the frustrated nurse practitioner flaunted her bikini-clad charms when he was pruning the bougainvillea covering the boundary fence between their modest tract homes. Now the blonde stayed spellbound as her dark-eyed and dark-haired Latina neighbor proceeded to calmly inflict what had to be a very painful spanking to her handsome husband's ivory buttocks. The double-paned windows in each house prevented the transmission of the sound of the hard black leather of the tawse fiercely kissing the muscular carpenter's quivering hind end flesh.

Soon that sexy masculine target underwent a rapid conversion from its original pristine whiteness to a steadily darkening cerise. Heidi had never given nor received a spanking, having been brought up in the progressive society of Scandinavia where such old-fashioned methods of behavioral modification were scorned. In fact, even her active fantasy life had never trended in that direction. Her forays into erotica tended to be totally 'vanilla', as habitues of BDSM would characterize the straightforward non-kinky sex that had been her entire experience. So the rapt peeper could not have been more shocked to feel her lightly blonde-furred vulva instantly suffuse with tumescence. It then proceeded to flood with the incontrovertible liquid evidence of her being more turned on than ever before in her life.

Without her even thinking, Heidi's right hand found its way inside her sweatpants and cotton bikini panties to encircle her fiercely erect clitoris with her index finger. This felt so good that soon her left hand wended within her comfortable magenta tee shirt to fondle the nipples of her unbrassiered firm B cup breasts. James had once disparagingly compared them to Esmeralda's substantially larger decolletage in one of his drunken tirades that he always found more amusing than she did. Within minutes as Ramiro's spanking darkened his poor trembling nether moons towards purple the couple's secret observer found her trim petite body exploding into the best orgasm she could remember. When her intensely pleasurable paroxysms subsided after nearly a minute, she opened her eyes. She saw with total horror that Esmeralda's huge dark brown eyes had shifted their attention from her penitent husband's cute male ass to the obvious voyeuristic self-pleasuring of their peeping next door neighbor. The two women, each quite aroused in her own way, shared an electric moment of mutual recognition before Esmeralda smiled conspiratorially before holding her left hand up to her ear. This sent the universal hand signal for 'We should talk' to the mortified voyeur. The domme tugged closed the shim to lower the curtain on the vignette to ride Ramiro's cock to several delicious orgasms the last of which milked him of his spend via the delightful contractions of her taut core.

Heidi felt positively mortified to have been caught out so blatantly in her self-indulgent peeping. And especially her avid self-pleasuring in response to the unprecedented powerful arousal at the sight of a handsome man being severely spanked. Having grown up in a very progressive family and culture, especially around sexuality, the compact blonde nurse practitioner was not used to feeling erotic shame. She had never been drawn to BDSM pornography, and her masturbatory fantasy life had been pretty much vanilla up to her current age of 30. But there was something about the darkly handsome neighbor with whom she had discreetly flirted and about whom she had enjoyed several steamy sexual fantasies. Seeing him getting his muscular male buttocks soundly spanked triggered an unprecedented and shocking surge of raw sexual arousal. Heidi (like many sexually liberated Scandinavians) had since teen age enjoyed sex with attractive partners of both genders and readily achieved orgasm by a variety of means. But the climax she had just frankly stolen from her handsome neighbors exceeded her previous benchmark of pure sexual pleasure by an order of magnitude. She was embarrassedly pondering the meaning of this new data when she was startled by a firm knock on her front door.

Sure enough, Esmeralda was waiting on Heidi's front porch, now clad in a chic black jogging suit. The dismayed blonde found herself wondering whether it concealed the sexy outfit the Latina had worn while chastising her husband. Fully anticipating at best a stern dressing down for her unforgiveable violation of her neighbors' privacy, the flushing NP squared her shoulders and opened the door while stammering,

"I'm so very sorry Esmeralda! I don't understand what came over me but seeing you guys kind of overcame my good sense..."

The deeply flushing lovely blonde was shocked to hear her broadly smiling neighbor who impulsively stepped forward to hug her much shorter friend while replying,

"Don't be silly, Heidi! I kind of set you up by opening the curtains before giving my naughty husband his regular spanking. Exhibitionism was part of his punishment, since I caught him ogling you this morning while you were sunbathing in your cute little bikini. I told him he was going to get it with the shim opened so you could watch him take his medicine if you wanted. That thought of a woman he finds attractive getting to observe him take a hundred of the tawse always adds some spice to his arousal, as you probably could see. It also makes him particularly lively when I ride him afterward to reward him for taking his spanking bravely. The fact that you seemed to have gotten yourself off quite adorably while watching us was a major bonus for both of us, giving us each the best orgasms we've had in months!"

Heidi was flooded with relief and found herself almost babbling,

"Oh, Thank God! I felt so guilty, but it seems that my peeping was at least as much your idea as mine! I'm not normally prone to be sexually...adventurous...but something about the two of you inviting me into your bedroom like that got me more turned on than I've ever felt! I've been a pretty vanilla person regarding what excites me, so getting so hot seeing you spank Ramiro came out of left field for me. I'm curious as hell about what you guys get up to. Let alone why I found it so outrageously hot that I had to play with myself right on the spot!"

The truth was that Esmeralda and Ramiro had been having fantasies of their own about the adorable blonde and her handsome if feckless lawyer husband for several years. This was a chance for the polyamorous couple to see if their attractive neighbors might be enticed to cross the boundary into some naughty fun. So the buxom Latina personal trainer very carefully began to dangle further bait in the water in hopes of setting the hook:

"Well, Heidi, in addition to my work at the gym, I have what I guess you might call a hobby of dominating willing men and women who crave the kind of treatment you saw me administering to Ramiro. He and I have enjoyed an open marriage for several years now. We like to engage in all sorts of naughty fun involving me administering the sort of treatment you apparently enjoyed watching to the backsides of men and women who feel similarly to us about what one could call 'painful pleasures'. As a nurse practitioner you probably have heard something about how certain people are wired to combine those two apparently opposite sensations in their brains. And judging by what we both witnessed, you may well be one of those people. Have you and James ever experimented with anything along those lines?"

Heidi thought carefully before replying,

"No, I'm afraid our sex life has been a good deal less adventurous than you guys seem to enjoy. That's part of what surprised me so much about getting hit with what felt like a lightning bolt of arousal seeing Ramiro get his spanking. I have to wonder about one thing, Esmeralda. Right now I'm pretty pissed off at James. In spite of his charm and charisma he tends to be something of a selfish dick with his drinking and disinclination to help around the house. We were arguing about that last night and as usual he weaseled out of the discussion by coming on to me. The lazy fucker is an awfully good lovemaker and I've always been something of a high libido gal. So I'm all too susceptible to him seducing me as a way to get out of my doghouse. I wonder if me being so chronically pissed off at him has anything to do with me getting so powerfully turned on by watching Ramiro's gorgeous butt get the kind of treatment I suspect a part of me would like to administer to my own handsome husband."

Esmeralda pondered this before responding,

"Sounds a lot like how things were for me and Ramiro before we transformed into our current arrangement. I got so sick of us both working equally hard at our jobs and me doing all of the cooking and housework while he watched sports and drank beer with his buddies from the construction crew. Somehow my frustration got noticed by a girlfriend at the gym who gave me the advice I'm thinking to pass on to you. She told me that selfish boys like our hubbies need to be willing to be taken in hand by a strong woman. If not, they're not worth the trouble no matter how pretty and how good a fuck they are. She claimed that they were not worth the aggravation unless they were willing to submit to strong behavioral modification every single time they fucked up."

"So I gave Ramiro a choice: accept my leadership or move the fuck out of my house. What neither of us suspected was how much me spanking his naked butt was a turn on for both of us. It took already good sex into a whole new galaxy of pleasure for us both (in addition to the pain he was required to endure in order to take the edge off of my anger). It's been almost three years now, and Ramiro does all the housework to make up for the years when he was slacking. And to tell you the truth, I think he kinda misses the attention on the few days when I don't manage to find an excuse to bend him over and blister his ass! But best of all, our orgasms after he's taken a strong dose of corrective medicine have stayed off the charts so much that we very seldom want or have vanilla sex anymore."

Heidi felt a surge of envy and admiration and right that moment vowed to present James with a similar ultimatum that very day. She declared this intention to Esmeralda, who beamed encouragingly and promised to follow up to find out how it went over coffee the following morning. The two equally lovely but strikingly different looking women hugged warmly before parting as Heidi picked up her cell phone and punched the code for James the instant the front door clicked closed. He sounded a bit buzzed when he picked up as he grunted in a surly tone,

"What?"

His immediately angry wife retorted,

"Get your drunken ass home right now or plan on sleeping somewhere else tonight, asshole!"

He immediately sobered at the uncharacteristic venom in his usually understanding wife's tone and replied in an attempt to mollify her,

"C'mon, honey, me and the boys are in the middle of a pool game...how about I see you in an hour?"

Heidi felt a surge of rage as she almost shouted,

"If you aren't coming through the door in fifteen minutes I'll be calling the locksmith to change the locks and you can pick up your shit from the garage tomorrow!"

This kind of fury was something James had never experienced from his usually sweet and understanding wife. Like many nurses Heidi had a wide codependent streak that made them feel uncomfortable not being nice and caretaking no matter how they were provoked. He felt a stab of panic (since in his deepest heart he well knew that he was way too much of a mess to deserve such a beautiful and talented wife) and replied,

"I'll be there in ten."