At number 12, the party was in full swing. It was aSaturday night, and the Lofts were holding a barbecue fortheir yuppie friends. Doug and Anne Loft had beencirculating and were now talking to the Harts, their nextdoor neighbors, whom they had invited out of courtesy. "Andrew was just telling us about that young girl downthe road," Anne explained. "It seems that her boyfriend wascheating on her, and she beat him up in the garden." Doug looked disbelievingly at her. "How was that,then?" he asked. "Young Nicola," Jane responded. "She beat him about andsat on him until he gave in to her." "He must have allowed her to do it," Doug said. "Nogirl could beat a man in a fight otherwise." "Oh, I don't know. She's rather a tough young lady,quite an athlete," Andrew Hart said. "No, I still can't see it happening," Doug interrupted,"though I'm not saying that I don't believe what you saw.Just that the boyfriend must have allowed it to happen.Excuse me, won't you?" He got up to speak to some of the other guests, and theconversation was dropped and forgotten. Except by AnneLoft. Ann was a big brunette with a tremendous figure. Bycontrast, her husband was small and thin. Her parents hadkidded her about the saying that she would obviously wearthe trousers in the family. The more Anne thought about what Doug had said, theangrier she got. She didn't like the slur he had madeagainst her own sex, and determined to teach him a lesson.He had some explaining to do anyway. Seeking out Jane Hartagain for a little "girl talk," she asked the woman to tellher all she know. Jane was only too willing to tell her thewhole story. She rarely had anyone to talk to, and here wassomeone who was not only a willing listener, but someone whowanted her to talk to her. It was Sunday morning in The Glades. Anne Loft hadrisen early and bathed and dressed in a pair of skin tightwhite slacks and blouse. She had decided that she would puther theory to the test today. She ran a bath for herhusband, then called him to tell him it was ready. Stillnot fully awake, he rose anyway and headed for the bathroom.Now to put the next part of her plan into operation.Collecting all his trousers, shirts and underwear from theirvarious cupboards and drawers, she took them all into thespare room where she put them into a couple of suitcases. Doug climbed from the bath and wrapped his robe aroundhim. He went into the bedroom and started to dry himself.Anne walked in almost immediately. "Want me to do that foryou?" she asked him. "That would be nice," he replied, rather puzzled. Shehadn't done that for a long time. She took the robe fromhim and threw it onto a chair, then proceeded to wipe himwith the towel. When she was satisfied that he was dryenough, she threw the towel on top of the bathrobe. Stillpuzzled, Doug walked over to the chest of drawers to fetchhis underpants. He stood there, looking into the drawer. "Where are all my clothes?" he asked, somewhat annoyed. "Oh, they're safe enough, you can have them later." "But I want them now. Do you expect me to remainnaked?" "Only for a while, darling. Do you remember what Andrewand Jane told us about the young girl down the road?" "What girl down the road? Look, where are my clothes?" "It's right, you know. The male sex is very arrogant.And you're really no exception." Doug was beginning to get irritated by the direction theconversation was taking. Besides, he wanted to get dressed. "Do you know if I found out that you'd been unfaithfulto me, I think I'd beat you up too." "What are you talking about? I've never been unfaithfulto you. And why do you keep referring to that fairy story?" I'm going to put that fairy story to the test. That'swhy I want you as you are, so that you can't walk out onme." Angrily he tried to push past his wife to reach thedoor, but he was stopped in his tracks when she hit him hardacross the face. "I hope you're ready, darling, because I mean to gothrough with it to find out for myself." She really means it, he thought. She really thinks shecan get the better of me. Well, we shall find out. "Allright, if that's what you want, come and get it." If he expected her to grapple from the very start he waswrong, for instead she kneed him in the groin. "What did you do that for?" he cried, doubling up inpain, and failing to avoid the punch to the head thatfollowed. He fell to the floor, his wife standing over him. "Come on, get up, or I'll jump on you now." He scowled up at her. "You really are asking fortrouble now!" It was he that was in trouble, however, for as he madeto rise, she got him in a headlock and threw him onto thebed. He dragged himself onto the center of the bed and laythere, nursing his aching parts, unaware that he was nowwhere she wanted him. Jumping onto the bed, she leapt uponhim. Her hands went to his throat as she straddled him.She had a strong grip, and he couldn't dislodge her hands.His throat was beginning to hurt, and he began to feeldizzy. When she released her grip he began to massage thearea with his two hands, but she grabbed his wrists andforced his arms down above his head. "I think this has gone far enough, don't you?" he askedgroggily. "I've only just started, my darling. I told you I'mgoing to beat you up." He tried to throw her but was unable to, and she made itmore difficult for him by moving up and sitting on hischest. He tried to turn his head so as not to look at her,but her thighs closed in on him immediately, trapping hishead. Under normal circumstances he loved being in suchclose proximity to his wife, but not like his. This wasembarrassing. It was just as well no one could see him likethis. She was squashing his head and face with her amplethighs, and his ears began to feel hot. But she kept himthere captive. "If I admitted that I was beaten, would you stop hereand now?" he asked her grudgingly. "No, darling, there's a long way to go yet," sheanswered simply. With this she moved forward, her crotchdescending onto his face as he shuddered at the thought ofwhat else could happen. He passed out soon afterwards andawoke to find that she was no longer on top of him. But hewas still her captive, for she now had his head scissoredbetween her thighs, and his fact was very close to hercrotch. As she felt him move, she forced his head rightdown so that his face was pressed into her warm crotch yetagain. He tried to prise her knees apart, but she took holdof his thumbs and bent them back. He screamed in agony. "It seems I've found your weak spot, doesn't it,darling?" she said sweetly. She pulled once more on histhumbs, and he screamed again. "Dear me, you'll have to bequieter. What will the neighbors think?" Releasing herscissors hold, she retained the hold on his thumbs. Then,kneeling, she pulled him to and fro by way of those painfuldigits. She realized what an advantage she had by merelykeeping hold of his thumbs. She told him to lie on hisback, and he did as he was bid, not wanting to be hurtanymore. Climbing astride him again, she resumed hereformer position on his chest, her thighs once againcapturing his head and face. She held his arms to be bedand once again straddled his unwilling face, grinding downupon him, hurting his mouth and nose in the process. Onceagain he passed out. When he came to again, she was still astride his chest,her crotch pressed tightly against his chin. This time,however, she was naked also. She had pinned his arms again,still had control of his thumbs. But there was somethingelse. He had been gagged. "If you're a good boy, I'll undo that for you!" "Mmmmm" he mumbled. Releasing one of his thumbs, sheundid the gag. But there was still something in his mouthmaking it impossible for him to speak. She removed thisobstruction also. It was a pair of panties. Howdisgusting, he thought, and shuddered. "I thought you'd like that little touch, seeing as howyou've obviously been sniffing around them before. I foundit quite amusing." He didn't quite grasp what she was saying, so shecontinued. "I found them in one of your pockets a whileago. I was wondering how to approach you about it, andfortunately the solution came quite easily." He looked at her with wide eyes as she said, "Anyway,there's something I want you to do for me before you go."Moving forward again, she straddled his face once more,moving around in a circular motion, squeezing her thighs inand out. For most of the afternoon she forced him to service her.Each of his attempts to escape was thwarted by his thumbsbeing bent back until he screamed for mercy. When shereleased him, she told him to leave, or she would inform theneighbors of what had happened. Unwilling to be looked uponas a complete fool, he packed his bags and did as he wastold. But not before she had promised him a repeat of thetreatment if he returned. And she knew that he would haveto return before long, he had nowhere else to go! Shedidn't know it yet, but she would soon be handing out thatsame treatment to someone else apart from her husband!
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