bud sat looking at his beautiful Pat. she'd let her hair down and was enjoying the atmosphere of Tooley's the best singles bar in Bristol. So rarely did Pat undo her long, flowing brown hair, usuually she kept it up and tied, and had actually beaten the shit out of Bud for asking about it just last week.
Bud still hurt. Pat had been playing with Bud's cock, stroking it slowly and pulling her cute manicured hand away just as he was about to cum. (His wrists were tied above him on the back porch, and the neighbor boys, both offensive little bastards were smirking over the fence)
And then Bud had begun runnning his mouth. He knew better than to ask for orgasm...Pat wasn't too generous in that department, but she'd looked so hot in her blue and white striped top and tight jeans, and she'd actually spun around and rubbed her curving buttocks, covered in tight denim against Bud's sweltering, engorged cock now and then when she felt her hand had to take a break.
And again, BUd also wanted to know if she'd take off her clothes, but he'd known better about that one, too.
How could he have fucked up so stupidly? He'd been under his wife's lash for thirty years for God's sake. He knew she was temperamental, and that she would make him pay dearly for any nagging...but hell he wasn't asking to cum, or for her to do anything differently that day...
and he was damn grateful that she had his cock out, as for seven previous lonely months it had been locked in the Supertube, and she'd not even teased him. She'd been so enraged about his spurt in September...
But he'd made the mistake, the egregious mistake that day... "Pat" he'd said hesitantly. Pat had smiled as she was pulling and rubbing Bud's burgeoning erection, toying with the foreskin with her long magenta nail. "Yes, Bud, darling?"
"I had a request." Bud kept looking at the floor as Pat played her long pretty fingers around his cock. "Would you get upset if I just asked, ma'am?"
"No, honey" Pat's voice syruped out...venom hiding under lots of treacle, eh? "Tell me anything. You know I won't punish you if it's not unreasonable."
"Okay, you sure?" Bud gasped as Pat tickled his frenulum, amazed at her resilience at pulling and tweaking his organ. Oh, she is so hot. "I hope you're sure."
Pat smiled, but there was an edge to her voice. "Darling, I find it irritating when you need reassurance." Pat's pretty fingers went from stroking Bud's balooning shaft to pinching it. "Are you trying to nag me, dearest?"
Bud had kept himself from screaming as Pat had cruelly pinched his glans Ohh...no please...my glans is so engorged, no more.
Pat let go of Bud's dick for a moment. "Sweetheart" she smiled as she put her head on Bud's shoulder and kissed his ear.. "You know you can tell Pat anything."
"Okay, great" Bud said. "Would you let your pretty hair down while you stroke me, ma'am? I spent four hours shampooing, blow driying and brushing it yesterday, and I'd just like to enjoy it a bit." [gives him a vicious whipping]
But then afterwards, Pat had forced Bud to drink about eleven bottles of Evian water and she'd cuffed him to a chair in her parlor, on the lush Oriental rug he'd purchased for her for the twentieth reunion.
"I'm going out for a bit, darling, and if you spill one drop of urine on this rug, Mummy will make you scream with acute pain" she'd said, smiling. Bud's eyes were tearing up and his cock and kidneys were swelled by the time Pat's boyfriend had honked the horn.
Then Trey's wife had dropped by with him, and cuffed him to another chair, kissing him lightly on the lips before leaving "Remember, Trey, you can't pee either. Your dad's punishment will be NOTHING to compare with what I'll give you." And Daphne had trotted out.
Within an hour, Trey was crying as his cock bounced back and forth on the beautiful stuffed chair. "Dad, I don't think I can take it!"
Bud smiled grimly. "You'd better... I can't take it much either, kid!"