{"loaderData":{"4":{"story":{"id":"89d75de8-9124-42a1-90e1-f3bc8280a5b5","seriesId":null,"seriesName":null,"currentUserId":"00000000-0000-0000-0000-000000000000","added":"2019-01-08T03:36:34.81Z","title":"Katy's Second Visit","slug":"katys-second-visit","shortId":"J6b4W0K0","authorNote":null,"disclaimer":null,"type":"Short","paidUrl":null,"synopsis":"A week later Katy returns for further discipline and correction (follow up to A Friend In Need)","partCount":1,"parts":[{"partId":"24b281cf-f5c7-4666-80ee-b808ec4f1170","title":null,"summary":" Katy’s Second Visit\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\nA week had gone by since my little session with the delicious Kat","wordCount":1994,"readTime":10,"number":1,"state":"Published"}],"currentPart":1,"contentTitle":"Chapter 1","content":"

Katy’s Second Visit

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\nA week had gone by since my little session with the delicious Katy. A\nweek is a long time in politics they say; it is also a long time in\nthe life of a disciplinarian. I had been somewhat surprised when Alan\nhad agreed to my scheme so I wasn’t entirely prepared for Katy’s\nfirst visit. In the intervening week I had had a lot of time to plot,\nplan and prepare. As for Katy, well I am sure that the week involved\na lot of sobbing and a growing panic as our next appointment drew\nclose. I had had a drink with Alan at the weekend and, while he was a\nlittle circumspect, it was clear that I had made quite an impression\non his wife. Her behaviour was apparently much improved but I\ninsisted that she required a few more sessions to make any changes\npermanent. \n

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\nI was a little worried that the threat of divorce may not be\nsufficient incentive as the intensity of her punishments increased\nso, unbeknown to Alan, I had a little extra incentive to ensure that\nKaty paid me a few more visits. I had let her know that I had filmed\nour last session using my Google Home app\nand that, should she suddenly become\nuncooperative, I could not guarantee that the video might not\ninadvertently find its way into the cloud. \n

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\nSo I was not surprised when, at the appointed time, I heard a by-now\nfamiliar sheepish knock on my door. It was a chilly evening and Katy\nwas dressed in a woollen overcoat, a lilac pullover and a dark\nwoollen skirt. She wore a little make up and smelt\nfaintly of some fragrance. \n

\nKaty lowered her head submissively.

\n“Good evening sir. May I come in please?”

\nI waved her inside and closed the door behind us. \n

\n“Thank you sir. I know that I have been bad and\nam here to be punished. Please will you discipline me, sir?”

\nHer newly submissive attitude was a pleasant surprise but I was not\nentirely convinced. I detected the slightest hint of contempt in her\napparent complaisance. \n

\nAs I ushered her in, my hand reached for her bottom which I gave a\nlittle squeeze just to remind her that, for the time she was with me,\nher body was mine. \n

\nKaty looked startled when she walked into the living room to see the\narray of implements laid out. Implements intended to inflict the\nmaximum pain on her delicate body, implements intended to restrain\nher should the need or the desire arise and, perhaps most shockingly\nof all, implements normally associated with more pleasurable\npursuits. Looking oddly out of place there was also a bikini very\nsimilar to the one I had seen her wearing on our last trip to the\nbeach. \n

\n“Put it on.” I said passing it to her.

\nKaty looked puzzled but quickly complied. She first took off her\novercoat and then her pullover. I sat and watched intently offering\nher no opportunity for modesty. The skirt was next. She neatly folded\nher outer garments before rather more hesitantly removing her\nunderwear. Her neatly trimmed bush matched her russet hair. She\nquickly put on the bikini. I had guessed her size correctly. The\nbikini bottom clung to her shapely arse which seemed to have fully\nrecovered from last week’s mistreatment. In the cold of the room\nher nipples protruded sharply. \n

\nShe looked every bit as fetching as she had done on our beach trip\nand it took all my forbearance not to act on some of my baser\nimpulses. I had a very full evening planned and nothing could be\nallowed to disrupt the schedule. \n

\nAlan had identified two areas of ongoing concern with his marital\nlife and I intended to work on both of them. The first was, that like\nso many modern women, Katy regarded household chores as beneath her. \nAlso in common with her emancipated peers she had no qualms about\nexploiting some poor migrant woman to do the tasks that she\nconsidered so demeaning. Nevertheless,\nthere were still things to do around the house and after a hard day\nat work it fell to Alan to do them. I suspected that the sight of\nAlan doing these naturally feminine tasks contributed to the other\nproblem. Katy showed little interest or enthusiasm in the other half\nof her wifely duties. Now, it is normal for\nthat sort of thing to tail of a little in most marriages,\nparticularly after children come on the scene, but Alan had confessed\nto me that weeks and even months might go by between their rather\nuninspired lovemaking sessions. \n

\nHis discovery of the popular Tinder app on Katy’s phone only\nconfirmed his worst suspicions. Despite her protestations we all know\nthat there is no good reason for a married woman to use such an app.\nIt was clear as day that while Alan\nwas out at work and the children were at school, his wife would be\nengaging in extra-curricular activities with less domesticated males.\n The thought filled me with anger. This was partly out of a sense of\nsolicitousness towards an old friend but if I am honest, there was\nalso quite a bit of envy and resentment. If\nanyone were to be writhing under the sheets with the lovely Katy, it\nshould be me. I now could have kicked myself at my principled stand\nwhen a couple of years ago I had declined her offer. If only I had\nknown then how lightly she took her marital vows.

\nI would deal with this matter in due course. For now, there was the\nquestion of her slovenliness. My home is old and rather too large\nfor me. It is some time since I shared it with a female companion. I\nam a busy man, even outside my disciplinary interests and have\nneither the time nor the inclination to engage with domestic matters.\nUncharitable souls may even go so far as to call me a slob. Normally\nI have an older Polish lady come in but this week I had decided to\ngive Magda a well earned break. The house was thus in quite a state. \n

\nKaty’s task was to bring it into a reasonable condition while I\nsupervised. There were dishes to wash, floors to wipe and toilets to\nbe sanitised. She would have to do each task to an impossibly tight\ntime schedule, with only\nmy riding crop for encouragement.\nThe fact that she would have do all this while wearing a bikini added\na little extra touch of humiliation into the mix. Failure was\ninevitable but it would still be punished severely. \n

\nHer first failure was in the kitchen. Not only did she fail to beat\nthe clock, I found streaks of grease on one of the wineglasses. \nPositioning her over the sink, I administered several strokes of the\nriding crop to her bottom and thighs. \n

\nThe living room was not much better. She was already starting to tire\nfrom the unfamiliar exertion so she was hopelessly behind time. A\nquick inspection detected dust on the skirting boards. This\nnecessitated the partial removal of her bikini bottoms and the\nadministration of the strap as she knelt up on the sofa. \n

\nNor did she distinguish herself in the bathroom. Her\nnow bared bottom was showing the telltale signs of the strap.\nShe did her best to scrub the toilet but\nthe glass of the mirror was covered in soapy\nstreaks. I made her stand in the bath. I\nscolded her on her appalling domestic skills while teaming the water\nfrom the mop bucket over her head. Trembling with the cold,\nand no doubt quite a bit of shame at her failure as\na woman, she then learned just how excruciating the tawse can\nbe when used on a wet bottom. \n

\nI then rinsed her down with cold water from the shower head before\ntoweling her down not neglecting her most intimate parts.

\nIt was the bedroom next. She looked rather nervous upon entry. The\nbedroom has, shall we say, certain associations which were clear to\nboth of us and I am sure that Katy had made them. I told her to stop\nher silliness and get on with the job at hand. This involved changing\nthe sheets and vacuuming. By now she was wearing only the still\nsodden bikini top. I thought she might be more efficient if\nshe was less encumbered so I told her to remove it. Her\nnaked body was covered in goosebumps and her nipples were so erect I\nthought they might explode. \n

\nIt was a perfect opportunity to express my disappointment in her\nvarious marital infidelities. I cruelly joked that she obviously did\na better job in the sheets than in changing them. She looked deeply\nashamed when I said this and attempted to distract herself by busying\nherself with the bedding. Sadly she failed to do this within the\nrequired time and I told her that once again I was forced to punish\nher. I positioned a pillow in the middle of the bed and told her to\nlay over it. \n

\n“Stay there” I said to her as I left the room. \n

\nI took my time, pouring myself a glass of whiskey as I planned what\nto do next.

\nWhen I returned, it was with a vibrator and a cane. \n

\n“You have obviously grown accustomed to your little illicit\npleasures. Were I to discover that my wife was a whore like you she\nwould be out on her ear but Alan is a more forgiving man than I am.\nNevertheless, something must be done to correct your wanton ways.”

\nI droned on, enjoying my pompous and deeply hypocritical lecture.\nKaty lay naked face down on the bed. Her bottom already red and\nblotchy from my ministrations looked very inviting, as did the\npouting lips of her pussy, which were clearly on display.

\nI switched on the vibrator and walked towards her. She looked panicky\nas the buzzing came closer. She winced as I thrust the object into\nthat place which should have been the sole preserve of her husband. I\nhad not bothered with any lubricant and she was clearly unprepared\nfor its entry.

\n“In time you will learn that conjugal relations are the duty a wife\nowes to her husband. They are a reward to him for all his efforts in\nproviding for and protecting his household. It does not matter\nwhether you find them pleasurable or not.”

\nThe vibrator buzzed away as I rambled on.

\n“You are not permitted to cum. If you do, you will receive a\ncaning. Eventually you will come to associate these sensations and\nhopefully this will break your nasty little habit.”

\nAlready Katy was starting to writhe involuntarily as the vibrator did\nterrible things to her pussy. Her hips\nthrust into the bed. Her breathing became laboured as she struggled\nto fight off the impending orgasm but eventually her body betrayed\nher. \n

\nShe emitted the unmistakable sound of female climax.

\n“Aaagh…..Oooo….”

\n“Crack!” my cane rudely interrupted her pleasure. \n

\n“Ayeeee!” The moan of pleasure was replaced by a shriek of pain. \n

\n“You filthy little slut. I can see that\nI have my work cut out for me”

\nThe cane landed again, slicing her bottom cheeks in two.

\n“Aaaargh! Christ!”

\n“Now then, no profanities!” I growled, as I thrashed her bottom\nagain. And again. \n

\nTwelve strikes in all, of increasing severity, lashed her soft bottom\nand thighs. \n

\nAt the end, Katy slumped over the pillow. Her body wracked with sobs.

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\nWhat happened next does not exactly fill me with pride. My task was\nto set my friend’s wife on the straight and narrow, and however\nmuch I attempt to justify my behaviour, I cannot but think that I\nbetrayed him. Surely this was what I had so gallantly refused that\ntime, when Alan was away on a trip, and Katy\nhad invited me round to “keep her company”. \n

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\nAs I rode Katy, I managed to convince myself that this was merely the\nlogical conclusion of her punishment and even as the inevitable\norgasm rippled through her (all the more intense for having\npreviously been denied) she could hardly be said to be enjoying the\nexperience. And isn’t that after all what most men fear, that their\nwoman may experience greater pleasure with another man than in their\nown arms? Besides even though she had consented,\nshe was hardly an enthusiastic participant. The irony of the\nfact that I was having these thoughts,\nall while my seed was spurting into my\nfriend’s wife, barely registered.

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\nNo, there was no doubt in my mind, as a shell shocked and\nclearly chastened Katy hurriedly dressed, that this was merely\nthe final humiliating episode in a deeply unpleasant evening. \n

\nStill, as I sipped my drink and reviewed the video I couldn’t help\nfeeling a twinge of bad conscience. I would clearly have to find a\nway of making it up to him. \n

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