My Lodgings

Synopsis

Ernie and Claire rent lodging accommodation from a perverted couple.

My Lodgings

by obohobo

 

Warnings

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The text in this story contains erotic material and is expressly written for adults only.

MF Hum. Rom. Spanking

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This is a work of fiction, any resemblance to persons living, dead or otherwise is purely coincidental, etc.

Copyright 2006

 

My Lodgings

The wooden gate to the Victorian detached house swung back with a noisy bang when I let it go. Pausing for a moment, I looked at the envelope Dave had given me to check the address he'd scrawled on it; Mrs. Garthwaite, 63 Southgate Rd. A decorative ceramic plaque with a bold 63 between painted flowers fastened on the wall by the green painted door indicated I had the right place. The front garden was a little overgrown with shrubs but the brick pathway was clear and the border along the fence to my left was ablaze with colourful salvias. It looked like a respectable suburban dwelling. Hesitating a few moments more and slightly apprehensive I walked to the front door and rang the bell. A very fat and imposing woman answered.

"Good evening," I stuttered a little, "A friend of a colleague at work, said you might be able to take in a lodger."

The woman's face opened up into a wide grin. "My goodness," she laughed, "News gets around fast in these parts. Steve only told me last night that he would be leaving at the end of the week. Come on in. I'll make a cup of tea and then we can chat and find out if you'll be suitable. It'll save me advertising if you are."

Inside she introduced me to Fred, her husband, a tall thin man and I thought they made an incongruous pair but he seemed friendly enough too. "I'm Dorothy but everyone calls me Dot or Dotty," she introduced herself, "Dotty is probably more appropriate." Her grin never seemed to fade.

"Ernie Fenton," I replied as I shook hands with her and Fred.

"Sit yourself down Ernie and tell us about yourself. As you'll be living here as part of the family, we need to find out a little about you before we decide to take you in." She sat herself in the largest armchair and I guessed that was specially bought for her. I explained that I was a computer technician and had moved to the area because I got a job with Serica Services keeping their computer systems updated and running. At the moment I was living in a small hotel but that was expensive and unwelcoming. Dot questioned me further and gradually got onto more personal things. "Do you have a girlfriend? Did I drink? Did I smoke?" but it was all done in a friendly way. I began to like the woman even though the way her huge tits flopped around inside her blouse when she laughed, seemed a little gross. Gross but somewhat erotic too.

"Why's Steve leaving?" I asked casually.

"He's moving in with his boyfriend Nigel. Nice young man. Steve's been here three years so we're sorry to see go but he's been going with Nigel for a couple of years and now wants to move in with him. Claire has been here about three years too." It was the first mention of Claire so I asked about her. "She's in the room next to Steve's. Secretary in a small transport firm. Quiet and keeps to herself. Perhaps a bit older than you, twenty-sixish," she informed me. "Not much of a looker. Thin, flat chested and wears glasses. Pleasant enough and helps in the kitchen and such. Quiet girl, never goes out except tonight when there is a transport traders meeting she has to attend."

Dot surprised me with her agility when she led my upstairs. Fred stayed behind and watched TV. Despite her weight and her age, which I guessed at low forties, she scurried up the stairs as fast as I could. Steve wasn't in but she opened the door and let me look into the room. It was larger than my hotel room and as Steve had his music centre set up, I guessed there were power points enough for my computer system. "Would the room suit you?" Dot asked.

"Yes, thank you," I answered, "It will suit me fine." I asked about an Internet connection and was told they only had the phone line downstairs. "Claire also asked about it but we didn't want to miss any phone calls if she was computering." I guessed I could use my wireless connection if they agreed to it and if I paid for the broadband connection the phone could be used at the same time. I tried to explain this but computing was a closed book to her. "As long as it doesn't cost us money or inconvenience us, then I guess Fred and I will say it's okay. Don't know what Claire will say though."

Steve, with Nigel's help, moved his stuff out on Saturday morning and I moved in the same afternoon and was introduced to Claire. She seemed very cool and formal. "Good afternoon Mr. Fenton. Nice to meet you," she said as she shook hands and then disappeared into her room. At least at dinner when we sat around the huge scrubbed pine table, I got her to call me Ernie but even so conversation with her was limited to "Would you pass the salt please? Or, no thank you, I have plenty," and similar requests. Dot sat at the head of the table and dominated the conversation with her witticisms and remarks that gradually wheedled out a little more information about me.

The meal arrangements were fairly flexible. Normally Dot provided dinner at 6 p.m., breakfast was a do it yourself affair. Dot showed me where the cereals were and bread and stuff for making toast. I'd told her I would normally have to be at work by seven in the morning to set the systems going ready for the staff when they arrived at nine. "If you're at home, I do a cooked breakfast on Sunday's at nine if you want it. Claire never has a cooked breakfast but Fred and I have it as a Sunday treat. Saturdays and Sundays I'll make a light lunch and dinner at six as usual. Please try and be on time or let me know in advance if you aren't going to be here," Dot informed me. The arrangement suited me fine and my getting up and using the bathroom wouldn't clash with Claire who got up at 7:30 on weekdays. Each room had a washbasin but we had to use the same toilet and bathroom room to bathe or shower. Unless something went wrong at work, I finished at midday but could be called out if the systems failed. It hadn't happened so far and I had only been called on once when a woman couldn't get her computer to fire up. She was embarrassed to find it had been switched off at the wall socket.

Sunday morning I went into work for an hour to change a hard drive while it was quiet and the computer was not in use. It only took an hour or so and I was home by eight. Claire was in the kitchen making tea and toast. "Good morning Ernie," she greeted me, "You're up early. Would you like tea?"

"Yes, please, " I replied, "I'm always an early riser. Had a job that needed doing at work before the staff arrive in the morning."

"Toast?" Claire offered me a slice of two she had made.

"I'll make some. I like it well done. Yours looks as if it could do with a re-spray." I said it laughingly but she took it as a rebuff.

"Suit yourself." She sat down without a further word. I switched the toaster controls to maximum and made myself a couple of slices.

For several minutes I sat opposite her and we ate in silence. I kept trying to think of something to say, but I'm not much of a conversationalist. I noticed she kept giving me sideways looks and then she blurted out, "Are you one of them?"

"One of what?"

"Gays. Like Steve and Fred." Her answer was barely audible and she blushed as she said it.

"I don't think I'm anything yet, I've never done it." I confessed.

"I guess you'll find out soon enough. The low rent we pay comes with another price tag." She stood and rinsed her cup and went back upstairs leaving me wondering what she meant by the remark.

I poured another mug of tea and sat there thinking. Was she right about Fred? I hadn't even suspected that. Didn't Dot give it to him? Is that really why Steve left? Would Dot do it with me? Did she do it with Claire? I'd only been in the house one night and nothing seemed abnormal, except there was no way to lock the bathroom door. The system seemed to be, if the door was shut, someone was inside. When free the door was left open. No locks on the bedroom doors either but most older houses didn't have locks on internal doors although I was a little concerned over some of the expensive computer equipment I had. Fred had a separate bedroom but I noticed he went into Dot's room when they went to bed last night. Maybe there is just not room with her in one bed. Rinsing my mug like I'd seen Claire do, I went to my room to think and set up my computer equipment.

The door to Dot's room was slightly ajar and as I passed I heard her moan, "Not so hard Fred," and then I heard the sound of leather on flesh. Pausing for a moment I heard the sound again and then again followed by movements. Thinking they might come out, I disappeared into my room but I didn't hear anything more until a little later when one of them used the bathroom. It turned out to be Dot because she called out "Breakfast in fifteen minutes."

Both Fred and Dot wore dressing gowns when I showed up for breakfast and several times I caught glimpses of large amounts of her ample tits and thighs. After the first time, I began to wonder if the show might have been put on deliberately, especially after Claire's earlier remarks. Dot chided me for the small amount of food I wanted. Fred didn't eat any more than I did and Claire didn't come down for the cooked breakfast.

Nothing untoward happened until Tuesday evening. Because I get up early, I tend to go to bed at around ten o'clock. About eleven I heard Claire's door open and she seemed to be crying softly. After debating whether to get up and see if there was a problem, I decided to take the coward's way out and do nothing. She wasn't up by the time I left for work so I wasn't able to ask her, assuming I would have had the courage to do so.

Most mornings I had time for a quick shower before leaving but on Wednesday I was up too late so when I came home and had made myself a sandwich, I decided it would be nice to have a bath. Dot seemed to be out so I had the place to myself. To my mind showers are okay for a quick wash but there's nothing like luxuriating in a warm bath and it feels extremely decadent to have one in the middle of the day. I lay back in the soapy water and gently massaged my hard-on thinking about Dot and Claire and what they were like naked. Somehow I found Dot's mountains of flesh erotically exciting.

"Sorry Ern, I have to have a piss…Wow!" Dot burst into the bathroom wearing only her loosely fastened dressing gown. Before I could even take my hand away from my prick, she grabbed it. "Wow! I've got to have some of that. It's much bigger than Steve's and damn sight bigger than Fred's." Being a loner, I'd never had much chance to compare myself with anyone else and the pictures of men I saw on the net looked much better hung than me. She rubbed my prick for a minute and then shrugged off her gown and sat naked on the loo, spread her legs as wide as she was able and pissed. If anything my prick became even harder as I stared at her huge tits, her fat belly and thighs and the dark triangle of hair between her legs. Dot pulled her cunt lips apart. "Do you think you can fit it in here?" she asked. As always there was a huge smile on her face. Slowly it dawned on me that this was the low rent price tag Claire mentioned.

"I don't know. I've never…" I stammered.

"Never mind, this will be your first time and I hope it won't be the last." She stood and came over and started to wash me and in doing so her large tits kept hitting me in the face. Eventually I caught a nipple and sucked it. Soon she pulled the plug and dried me. It was when she turned to pick up a towel that I saw the red stripes across her arse.

"My God, did Fred do that?" I asked. "Is that what I heard the other night?"

"Yeah, I guess so. Fred likes to use the strap. No doubt you'll get to feel it too. Claire does and so did Steve. You'll feel his prick up your arse too, just like them. Don't worry about that, he's got an abnormally thin and short one. It all part of the payments you have to make to stay here. You may even get to like it." I was by no means convinced.

By now she was leading me by my prick into her bedroom with its enormous bed. "Come on in, let's see if we can give this weapon of yours a good home." Shortly after I was lying on top of her, my head cushioned on her tits and shagging away as if I'd done it all my life. However it was over all too soon. The foreplay during my bath had stimulated me and I ejaculated soon after I started. Dot didn't seem too concerned. She cuddled me and said, "You're young so you'll get it up again soon and next time it will be better." And so it was. After a quarter of an hour's rest she made me kneel by her head so she could suck my prick to hardness. Soon I was up and running again and this time I was able to keep going until she climaxed a couple of times. I had to admit that part of rent price tag was very enjoyable even if the body I was fucking was far from ideal is size and shape. For a while she cradled me against her tits and I suckled them like I was a new-born babe. The next part payment was not so pleasant.

I was about to settle down and read a little before I went to sleep when in walks Dot without knocking. "Come with me please Ernie." She was smiling as she led me to her bedroom. Fred stood there naked and with a wide strap in his hand.

"So Ernie, I hear you've been fucking my wife." I hung my head. "Well you can fuck her all you like but there is a price to pay and payment is with your arse."

"But…" I started.

Dot grabbed my wrist. "Come on Ern, let’s get it over with. Take your pyjamas off and climb on me like you did this afternoon." She threw her dressing gown on a chair and laid herself down. "Hurry up, get them off. I want that monster of yours in me again." To say I was bewildered is an understatement. Fred was intending to punish me for fucking her and she wanted me to fuck her again in front of him.

"Get undressed," Fred ordered, "And get on top of her. It will be worse for you if I have to wait." Less than a minute later my prick was buried in her cunt and my head almost smothered by her tits. "Lie still," Dot whispered and to make sure I didn't move she clasped her arms tightly around my body. Before using the strap Fred massaged my arse and started to insert a finger in my hole. "He's got a tight one," I heard him remark. Then I heard the swish and almost immediately felt the sting of the strap. It hurt but the pain wasn't too bad. Seven more times I felt that strap, sometimes harder but most were about the same, In the end my arse was sore and I almost shed a tear but only cried out a couple of times. Again I felt Fred's hands rubbing my buttocks and that seemed to ease the pain a little. This went of for a few minutes and then stopped. Cradled as I was in Dot's breasts I couldn't see what was going on but I heard the sound of a jar being opened and then felt Vaseline being applied to my arsehole. I guessed I was going to be arse raped.

"Relax," Dot whispered, "Enjoy it like Steve did." The laughter was back in her voice. Fred positioned himself behind me and slowly inserted his prick. There was a little pain as it entered but once it was in the sensation was only a slightly unpleasant and uncomfortable. This soon went when Fred began to fuck me gently at first and then with greater speed and force. I was fully erect inside Dot but couldn't really do anything about it while Fred was forcing himself into me. It took about five minutes before his moments slowed and I knew he was shooting his semen inside my rectum.

When he withdrew, Dot ordered me to do her. "It's okay Ernie," Fred remarked, "I've almost done with you for now." For the third time that day, for the third time in my life I fucked a woman. When I finished I learned what the 'almost' meant. Fred placed his face in my arse and started licking the semen leaking from my hole and then when my prick softened and freed itself from Dot's cunt he rolled me off her and sucked that too. "I do like the taste of a nice juicy prick," he said. He must have liked a nice juicy cunt as well because when he'd finished with me he tongued Dot.

I wasn't quite prepared for his next demand. "Suck me now." I looked aghast at his soft small prick still glistening with the sperm and mess from my hole. I shook my head.

Dot quickly rolled me on top of her again and held me firmly. "Silly boy. You must learn to do as you are told in here" she whispered in my ear but I didn't have any time to take in the meaning before I felt the belt lash my arse. This time it was a full-blooded hit.

"Aaaahh!" I cried out. I'm not a brave man and began to shed a tear before the second lash hit me hard. I cried out again and started to plead but two more strokes laid vivid striped across my buttocks.

"Are you ready to suck me now?" Fred asked. I nodded. The taste didn't appeal to me like it seemed to Fred but I quite liked the feeling of his prick beginning to stiffen when I ran my tongue around it like he had done to me.

It took me a long while to get to sleep when I returned to my room. My arse was sore both from the strapping and from the sex but I was erect again. I wondered if I should give up my room and look for somewhere else but decided I liked it here despite the treatment my arse had received. I liked fucking Dot even if her figure was rather grotesque. "If Claire can take it, so can I," I told myself, "No doubt she's heard me being strapped and is gloating." The bedroom door had been open during the whole episode. I didn't see her until she arrived home from work the next day and then she just asked, "Are you okay?" She even looked a bit concerned.

Dot though, waylaid me as soon as I entered the house. "How's your arse?" she enquired, not unkindly.

"Tender, as you can well guess," I answered sourly. I'd had to sit on a rather hard office chair for most of the day.

"Have you put anything on it?" When I said no, she ordered me to the bedroom and removed my trousers. "Yes, it a real nice colour," she laughed, "And a bit chafed too." She worked some cream into the sore flesh. "You shouldn't have refused," Dot stated what I already knew, "Fred gets a bit annoyed when people do that. Claire found that out too. He seems to think that because he likes it, everyone should. I hope it hasn't put you off from staying here."

"Well I have been giving it a lot of thought."

"I thought you might but I'm willing, and Fred has agreed, to let you have this broadband thing connection you wanted and we hope you can come to so arrangement with Claire so she can use it too. Secondly you can have me in any way you want tomorrow afternoon. You can even use the strap on my arse or my tits. We're a bit perverted so anything you have fancied doing to a woman, do it tomorrow."

"No payment later with Fred?"

"Not for tomorrow. At other times he'll want your arse but you can refuse the strap and ask me to take it on your behalf instead. I'm used to it and don't mind too much unless he lays it on too hard. Usually he wants to put his prick up a man's arse and he liked yours because it was so tight. I don't expect you to refuse to suck him though so I get extras." I felt her finger probe my hole but it didn't really enter. Even so her ministrations had given me a hard-on. "Turn over," she ordered, "I'll give you a blow job. Better still let's sixty-nine. Help me undress." She put me in a good humour as I undid her blouse and unhooked her support bra. "One day I'll let you fuck them," she giggled, "I'm sure you'd like me to squeeze your prick between them and let you pump away until you shoot all your stuff over my neck and face. I'd make you lick it all up of course. Haven't had a boy do that to me since I was about eighteen. Fred and Steve were too small to fit properly."

Dot lay on her back with her legs spread as wide as she was able and I settled myself on top. Almost immediately my prick was engulfed in her mouth and a finger invaded my arsehole. I knew it wouldn't be long before I shot my load but I tried to keep back for a while. Carefully I parted the luxuriant growth of hair covering her mound to reveal her slit and clitoris. The musky smell of her sex and stale urine assailed my nostrils but this only added to my arousal. I knew having watched her on the day she bathed me that she let herself drip dry and didn't use toilet paper to wipe herself. I sniffed the aroma and then plunged my head between those massive thighs and started to lick. My main worry was that she might close her legs and crush my skull. She didn't. I flicked my tongue inside her slit as far as it would go and soon tasted her juices. Only minutes later my prick erupted but I knew I needed to keep working on Dot until she'd climaxed too. There was no way I could get to her arsehole to stimulate her that way so I concentrated on sucking and gently nipping her clit. Finally she shuddered and came.

For a while that night I lay awake trying to think what I would or could do with Dot the next day. A tittie fuck sounded nice but I couldn't see what pleasure Dot would get out of it. An arse fuck was something I had yet to try but would she be able to take my prick? Did I want to use the strap on her? I decided against it; Dot had already agreed to take the strap instead of me. Would I allow that? Would I be brave enough to offer my arse instead? I hadn't really decided on anything when I drifted off to sleep.

"Have you decided what you would like to do with your little, well no so little, slave girl?" Dot laughed, "Are you going to thrash her and make her submit your perverted desires?"

"No Dot, I'm not that sort of person. Heck I was a virgin until the other day. I used to wank a lot and read stories on the Net but that's as far as it got. I don't really want to hurt you and I don't want to see Fred hurt you either so after today I may forgo having sex with you in the afternoon. I've no wish to feel the strap again and I wouldn't want you to have it on my behalf. The only solution is for us not to do it."

Dot looked downcast. "Do mean to deprive me of the best prick I've had in years? You wouldn't be that cruel surely? Don't you realise that the strap stimulates me sexually? Don't you realise I often ask to be strapped before Fred puts his cock up my bum? However I always feel less guilty when it is supposed to be punishment. Taking the strap on your behalf is only an excuse."

"I didn't want you hurt," I said rather lamely.

"I will be hurt more if you don't fuck me. In fact I might be so hurt I would send you packing. Now let's have no more of that nonsense. You will fuck me at least twice a week and you will watch Fred punishing me. No argument." Dot looked more cross than I had ever seen her but seconds later her face broke out into its usual smile, "So what are you going to do to me today?"

It was a little while before I spoke, "It may seem a bit tame but I would like to try the tittie fuck you suggested and if I can get it up again, I would like to try your bottom."

"I'll get some soft butter." I must have looked surprised at the statement because she went on, "It tastes better than oil or Vaseline." When she returned She smeared my prick and her cleavage liberally with the butter and assisted me to get into position with my prick trapped between her tits. The sensation when I began to move was quite enjoyable but not in the same way as when I fucked her cunt. Nevertheless it wasn't long before I spurted my cream on her face and neck and dribbled some between her breasts when I withdrew.

"Lick me clean please," Dot requested and after having sucked Fred's mess, I had no compunction about cleaning my sperm mixed with butter.

"I quite enjoyed that Dot, but did you get any pleasure from it?"

"Don't you think that rubbing you body over my nipples got me aroused too?" she grinned, "Now let me clean you."

"Shall we sixty-nine?"

"I need to pee first otherwise you might make me wet the bed." I followed her into the bathroom and knelt so I could see her pissing. I even put my fingers in her flow so her pubic hair became wet. "You're going to have to clean that as well," she said when she rose and went back to the bedroom without drying herself. We lay for some time sucking and licking each other until I was erect again.

"Do you still want to fuck my arse," Dot enquired.

"Yes, please."

"Put plenty of butter in my hole and on your prick and go easy please." She turned and knelt with her arse in the air and I did as she requested. Despite my being bigger than she was used to, my prick slid in reasonably easily and I enjoyed the tightness of the fit. Dot seemed to like it too especially as it took me much longer before I erupted and withdrew. I tongued her hole afterwards because I knew that was expected and she sucked me but I didn't become hard again.

"How did you like my arse?" Dot asked.

"Very much, but I think I enjoy your cunt better. I can suck your tits at the same time," I laughed at her.

The next two afternoons I spent fixing up my broadband modem and connection and finally sorted out the problems of getting it working. Claire seemed a bit put-out that I could connect to the Internet and she couldn't. "I still have to log on to my personal account at work," she moaned, "And you are here a week and they let you connect to their phone line. Just because you have a big prick." She of course knew all about broadband and had obviously been told about my manhood.

"If you'll allow me to look at your computer Claire maybe I can fix you up with a wireless system too. " I offered. Her computer was too old but I was able to network it with mine by running a cable between the two rooms utilising a gap around the waste pipes to our washbasins. During the time I worked in her room, Claire had to be present and while her attitude to me was a little less icy, it was still cool and aloof.

 

"Would you like to come to the Barn Dance with me on Saturday?" I asked Claire. I'd been at the lodgings for a couple of weeks and was beginning to talk with Claire a little more. "I won a couple of tickets in a little charity raffle they had at work."

"I can't dance," Claire answered.

"Nor can I but you don't have to at a barn dance. You just have to skip around and someone tells you what to do and when you make a mistake, everyone gets in a muddle and has a good laugh. You don't even have to dress up like they do for ballroom dancing." Finally she agreed.

Life for me at the lodgings had become one of sexual education, an education that I began to enjoy. Five times in the intervening fortnight, Dot had come to my room just as I was preparing for bed and had taken me to her room and forced me to have sex with both her and Fred. After the special afternoon I didn't need any forcing and I began to learn a variety of techniques. Fred sucked me off which I found very enjoyable and then made me suck him. For the first time in my life I tasted a man's sperm and didn't find it at all unpleasant. It made me wonder whether I was really a queer too but as I also enjoyed fucking Dot, I decided that I wasn't. Dot sucked me too and I fucked her arse after Fred had done so and deposited his spunk in her. She cheerfully complained that I was too big but Fred insisted she take it and although I found her passage extremely tight without the butter, I had a delightful fuck. Fred sucked me clean afterwards.

Three times I'd treated myself to a midday bath. Each time Dot came to me at lunch and informed me, "I'm giving you a bath this afternoon so I hope you haven't other plans." She came into my room and watched me undress. As before she only wore her dressing gown and this she quickly threw on my bed.

The first time when we were in the bathroom I went to the loo to pee but she stopped me. "I need to piss first," I said.

"So do I," she grinned, "Time to try golden showers." I knew what she meant but didn't know if I could do what I guessed she wanted, however I wasn't given much choice. Dot grabbed my arm and pulled me into the shower cubicle. The cubicle had been installed especially for Dot's large body and was much more spacious than the normal pokey little place I was used to. "Lie down and start licking," she ordered. The tiled floor was cool on my back as I lay with my knees in the air in the confined space. I was very apprehensive as she knelt and lowered her spread legs over my face. When her cunt was close enough I started sucking and licking. "Come on, open your mouth right over the hole. I'm ready. Don't worry I'm not going to smother you. " She ruffled my hair and pushed my head in close contact with her body. A spurt of piss hit the back of my throat and I gagged but she waited before continuing and in the beginning gave me it a few spurts at a time. When she thought I was coping she just let it flow. Some I swallowed, some ran out of my mouth and down my body. The smell and the taste seemed quite erotic to me and I sported a good hard-on but the time she finished. "Keep this last drop in your mouth. I want to kiss you," she instructed when she'd almost finished. I did this and she forced her tongue into my mouth and I passed some of the liquid orally to her.

It took me a little while to get started when we changed places, partly because of the strangeness of pissing into another person's mouth and partly due to my erection. Eventually I let forth my stream and she took about half of it into her mouth and then sprayed the rest over her tits. She gave me them to suck and lick. Our bath was very necessary afterwards.

Later in the kitchen having a mug of tea Dot remarked, "I hope we can do that again. Neither Steve nor Claire will although Steve didn't mind doing it with Fred and he didn't object to spraying me if I was in the shower."

"Perhaps," I answered noncommittally. While I didn't mind peeing on her, I wasn't quite so keen on receiving hers especially as the after taste seemed to hang in my mouth and only now that I was on my second mug of tea, was the taste gone.

Each evening after the afternoon session I had to report to her bedroom and for the first twice I watched as Fred gave her six or eight whacks with the strap. I knew her wasn't hitting as hard as he could but she still winced and a red strip appeared after each stroke. On the third evening I plucked up enough courage to offer my arse. As before I was allowed to get my prick inside Dot and she held me while Fred applied the leather. It did seem that he hit me harder or at least I thought so and I didn't really appreciate the pain like Dot seemed to. The next time Dot wanted to bathe me, I thought I would refuse but I didn't know even if I would have the will power to do that. I did enjoy our afternoon sessions.

The barn dance proved to be a great success and a turning point in my relationship with Claire. The tickets included a ploughman's meal and there was a bar. I only had a shandy and squash because I was driving and Claire had a couple of glasses of wine and then went on to orange squash because all the dancing made us sweat and thirsty. Both of us enjoyed ourselves and arrived home well before midnight, tired but happy. Claire even allowed me to kiss her good night before we went into our separate rooms. Probably the kissing I had done with Dot helped because a few weeks ago I would have been too shy to do more than give her a peck on the cheek. Before we parted I gave her a long lip-to-lips kiss and had hugged her close.

Claire came down to breakfast next morning just as I was making tea. I made her anaemic toast and then well browned mine and we sat at the table almost in silence while we ate. Suddenly she spoke. "Thank you again for last night. I haven't enjoyed myself so much for a long while. Thank you."

"I enjoyed myself too. Perhaps we should get out more often." Claire merely nodded and we lapsed into silence again.

"Do you enjoy doing things with Dot and Fred? They don't have a hold over you do they?" Claire blushed as she asked. I guessed they might a hold on her for something but I didn't ask. I decided to be bold and answer honestly.

"No, apart from the low rent. I guess I was just seduced by Dot and one thing led to another. Yes, I quite enjoy some of the things we do. Sex with Dot for instance and even with Fred when I'm doing the shagging. I'm not so keen when it is me being sodomised but I supposed I accept one to get the other. I certainly didn't enjoy having the strap across my arse. It's all pretty new to me. What about you? Are they forcing you to have sex with them?"

Another long pause. "It sort of started that way but now I feel obligated to them." I waited hoping she would explain but she suddenly stood up. "Let's get dressed and walk to the park. It's a lovely morning and it will be nice to get out of the house."

Fifteen minutes later we strolled down the gravel path that ran between the ancient oaks. Ahead of us was a young couple holding hands. I took the cue from them and took Claire's hand half expecting she would shake it away but she didn't. We walked like this for about half an hour until we came to an isolated park bench where we sat and talked of inconsequential things; the weather, the squirrels, others walking or jogging in the park. After a while we were silent and just sat watching the scene in front of us. However, I guessed Claire was working herself up to telling me something. It came out almost as one breathless burst.

"Ernie, I only half answered your question in the kitchen. You probably guessed, the Garthwaite's did have a hold on me although that is past now I still feel obligated to them. They were kind to me when I first arrived at their house although I see now that they also had an ulterior motive. I had a boyfriend who came and lived with me. I loved him or at least I thought I did and I trusted him and got him a second credit card on my account. Unbeknown to me he had a gambling problem and instead of going to work in a regular job as I thought, he spent a lot of time in the betting shops and only did moonlighting work. One day I came home from work and found his things gone. There was no note, nothing. I was devastated but worse was to come. The money I had stashed in the house was gone and when I went to the cashpoint, I found my credit card was maxed out. I had no money, the rent was due and my pay cheque wasn't for over a fortnight. When the credit card account came through it was for over £5,000 and the interest alone would take all my spare cash for months. At the time I had a nice flat up on the Western Heights but it was expensive so I knew I would have to give it up and find somewhere cheaper. I heard of this place. Dot and Fred had only just taken it over and were refurbishing it and in fact they weren't really ready for lodgers but they took me in. Dot found me sobbing a couple of nights later and wheedled the story out of me. Next morning she put a cheque for the credit card amount on the kitchen table and said she would charge me interest at the same rate as she would have got on the money if it was still in her building society account. At that time it was 4%. My credit card was charging me 16% so Dot's offer was a great saving and it almost blinded me to what the rest of the interest was. "You must be used to having sex," Dot said to me, "Seeing as you've lived with a boyfriend so as part of the deal, we want you to have sex with us at least twice a month. Sex with me and with Fred and he's an arse man." It didn't take much for me to decide. How bad could it be? I asked myself, they seemed a nice friendly couple and as you know, they are. I accepted and have now paid off my debt to them. Luckily I got the job I have now which gave me more money so I paid it off earlier than I anticipated. As I said, I still feel obligated to them and so I continue to visit her bedroom twice a month. Dot likes lesbian sex and as you know, Fred wants the back passage. Only very rarely does he use my vagina but over the last three years it's became easier to take it the other way. So now you know." I could see tears welling in her eyes so I put my arm around her and we sat like that for a long while.

 

Dot must have realised things had changed between Claire and me. We smiled at each other at the dinner table; we went to the cinema a couple of times and often sat quietly together in the lounge and chatted. However, our physical relationship never got beyond a kiss and a cuddle although I often dreamed of having her naked in my bed. So far though I hadn't even had a glimpse of a breast. During one of our afternoon sessions, Dot questioned me as to my relationship with Claire but determinedly I said nothing but I knew that by saying nothing she knew we had not done anything together.

Two nights later I knew it was Claire's turn to visit Dot's bedroom so I was surprised when Fred came and asked me to go into the room. As usual I took my pyjamas off and followed him. "NO!!" I heard Claire yell. I rushed in and found her lying naked on top of Dot. Dot was holding her tightly and although Claire struggled she was no match for the much more powerful woman.

"Leave her alone," I shouted. "WHAAP!" the strap landed hard across my arse. I yelled. Fred put a lot of power behind that stroke and it felt like a fire burning across my bum.

"Fuck her," Fred demanded, "She's ready for you now." I could see sperm around Claire's bottom hole.

"No! Please don't Ernie," Claire begged. Her head was turned towards me and I knew she was looking at my erection.

"Do it, you've only got to put that weapon of yours in her once and she want it forever after," Fred ordered. I hesitated. "WHAAP!!" the strap landed again and brought another band of pain to my arse. Twice more he struck me before I even thought of moving.

Almost ignoring the intense pain for the moment, I quickly formed a plan in my mind. I stepped closer to the bed and said, "Turn her over Dot please." Claire again pleaded with me not to. In turning Claire face up, Dot released her grip for a second and in that brief moment I grabbed Claire and hauled her to her feet and was out of the door before they had time to realise what had happened. Moments later I sat the sobbing girl on her bed and shut the bedroom door. I knew they could easily walk in even with the chair I slid across it, but somehow doubted that they would. As I closed the door, I heard Dot angrily berating her husband. Claire was still crying as I went and put my arms around her and hugged her close. Although we were both naked she allowed me to do it. Her tears ran down her face and on to her breasts; breasts that I hadn't seen before. She wasn't as flat chested as her dresses made it seem. Leaning over I pulled a tissue from the box on her dresser and dried her eyes and then her breasts. She gave a little shudder but didn't murmur or pull away, not even when I wiped a nipple. "Thanks Ernie…I'm relieved that you didn't but…Why? Why didn't you…" Claire started.

"They went too far Claire. I know they have perverted ideas but to expect me to rape you, is going too far even for them. I like you too much for that."

"You didn't think I was too ugly!"

"You're certainly not that Claire. Certainly not now that I have seen all of you!" Claire must have remembered her nudity at that moment because she blushed deeply. Still she didn't force herself from my embrace. "When we do it Claire I want us both to be willing. I want us both to enjoy it. Compared to Dot, you're a Marylyn Monroe but even though I hate that strap of Fred's, I wasn't prepared to rape you. I wasn't then and I won't now."

We lapsed into silence. Claire broke it with, "Ern?" I looked at her worried face. "Ern, if…would you… sleep with me tonight in case they come back in? Would you just hold me… No that's not fair… I let Fred do it… Sorry, it's just that you're different… Fred just does it… It means nothing…Repayment on a loan…You…" She stopped her hesitant sentences. "I don't want to be hurt again…"

"I'd love to just lie and cuddle you Claire but you'll have to accept that I cannot help what my prick does. I promise it won't fuck you though unless you ask for it. I need to pee, and do my teeth, will you be alright for a few minutes?"

"I'll come with you. I'll be interested to see how you get on with that thing pointing to the ceiling." For the first time she smiled then started crying again as she pointed to my arse. "My God Ernie, he really laid it on you. I'd really like to give him a dose of his own medicine. I'll put some cream on when we've done in here." She did and in doing so got a very close-up view of my prick, which hardened again when I felt her touching my welted arse.

I did spend that night in her bed holding her as closely as I dared and gently fondling her tits. They weren't big but they were a nice size and firm and the nipples became erect and hard. A complete contrast to the enormous but soft, floppy mammaries that Dot sported. I fully expected she would stop me but she just lay still and almost seemed to ignore what I was doing. I know both of us had a very disturbed night, partly from the angry thoughts that flooded our minds and from the fact that we were sleeping or at least in bed together for the first time. I for one had never slept in a bed with another person. The pain in my arse kept reminding me of what happened. At three o'clock I got up and went into my room for a couple of paracetamol tablets. Claire seemed upset when I got out of the bed so I whispered what I was doing and I soon returned.

As usual I had to get up early for work and inadvertently woke Claire when I did so. "You going to be okay?" I asked.

"I'll get up now too and go into work early. You'll be here when I get home?"

"Yes, unless I'm thrown out and then I'll wait outside for you." We walked to my car and I gave her a lift to work. Normally she walked all the way because it was less than a mile.

I was still angry when I finished work a bit later than usual because a server had crashed out and a whole department was idle until I fixed the problem. Anyway that didn't lighten my mood. Dot was waiting for me in the kitchen when I arrived home. She was fully dressed so I knew it wasn't going to be a sex afternoon. Her face looked unusually sombre and I wondered if indeed I was being thrown out. "I'm very sorry Ernie. We went too far."

"Too right you did. Had I done what you and Fred expected or tried to force me to do, we all could be in a police cell now." That might have been an exaggeration but it was certainly a possibility. "Claire was very traumatised by the whole thing. Sex with you two is just routine and means little to her; sex with me seems to command a much higher price tag. And before you ask, yes I did sleep in her bed last night and no, we didn't have sex." The anger must have shown in my voice because she started to cry and many times she said she was sorry. "Claire has paid off her debt to you and only goes into your room out of a sense of obligation. That is not to say she doesn't enjoy some of the things you do together but many times, your perversions are abhorrent to her. Setting her up to be raped was particularly obnoxious and traumatic. I want a cast iron assurance that it won't ever happen again," I demanded, "Neither you nor Fred are to interfere with our private lives again."

Dot pushed a steaming mug of tea towards me. "Ernie," she started slowly, "I can give you that guarantee and I am sure Fred will too. Please believe me when I say, we thought we were doing you a favour. We can see how much you like Claire. We knew you weren't getting very far with her and thought that if you gave her a good fucking, you might get on better with each other. It didn't work out like that… but perhaps it did?" Dot looked in askance at me. "I believe you when you say you didn't fuck last night but I wouldn't mind betting you went a lot further than if this had not happened. Am I right?" Her face brightened a little.

"Maybe Dot. But you still went too far and what we did was more to comfort and calm her rather than for pleasure. Certainly my arse says so especially as I've been sitting on a hard floor for a couple of hours trying to get a computer apart and sorting out the problem with it."

"Ern, I'd offer to let you thrash my arse if I thought you would do it and if it would help ease your anger but I know how you feel about hurting people. Finish your tea and I'll put some cream on the sore places if you'll let me."

"It's Fred's arse that should really take the punishment but I'm not keen on doing that. I'll talk to Claire and if she wants me to do it then maybe I will. He may think that after a dose of the strap he is absolved from what he and you did. In my mind, no amount of punishment will take away the guilt the pair of you should feel." I did allow Dot to take me to the bathroom and apply some cream and although she massaged it very sensually into my buttocks, I was still inwardly too annoyed to become aroused.

Claire arrived home later than usual, which surprised me because after her early start, I expected her to finish early too. She went straight to her room without entering the kitchen or greeting anyone. I gave her a few minutes and went and tapped on her door. "It's me, Ernie, can I come in?" I called softly.

"You're late tonight," I commented when she bade me enter.

"So what?" he snapped, "Do you think I wanted to come back to this place? Doesn't seem much else around that's affordable though. I have been checking. There's one place that has possibilities but it's on the other side of town and I would have to use the bus or get another car and drive to work." Claire started weeping and I tried to put my arms around her but she pushed them away. I put them around her more forcibly the second time and she just shrugged and left them there.

"Claire," I started after a while, "Let's look at the situation here. Up to last night we were reasonably happy with the arrangements. The rent is affordable, the food is good and Fred and Dot are normally friendly. We have a good size room each and most of the facilities we need…"

"And we have forced sex and I nearly get raped."

"Leaving aside last night, can you honestly say you disliked the sex you had with them?" Claire hung her head. "Be honest Claire."

"Only sometimes. And the strap. I don't like that."

"After what happened last night they are never going to try that again and we may be able to negotiate no more strapping." I told Claire of Dot's offer to allow me to strap her.

"It's Fred that should take the strap. He's never had it as far as I know," Claire declared.

"That's exactly what I said, but I didn't think I would be willing to do it." I gave her the same reasons as I gave Dot.

"I'd certainly do it given the chance and it wouldn't be just four strokes either. He would get a real punishment from me. I wouldn't tickle his bloody arse." The words were spoken with surprising vehemence.

I sat and thought. "You've a phone number for that place?" Claire nodded. "Go down and use the hall phone and arrange to view the place, this evening if you can. I'll drive you over there. Make sure Dot hears you." I explained the plan I thought up. We had a simple arrangement for using the house phone. We could use it at any time without asking but we put a few coins in the box alongside to cover the cost of the call. From upstairs I could hear Claire speaking.

"Stirling House Services?… I'm enquiring about the flat on Handford Road… Yes, that's the one… What does the rent include?…Yes... Yes. Could I see it this evening?… Eight o'clock will be fine. Thank you." Claire put some coins in the box.

Dot came out of the kitchen. "Please Claire, wait and hear what Fred says before you decide to move out. We don't want you to leave. We both like you and we are both truly sorry for what happened last night. We really did think it would bring you and Ernie closer together and perhaps it has but not in the way we expected. Please, I'm sure we can work something out. Let me talk to Fred. As you probably guessed it was his idea but I went along with it so I'm as much to blame."

"I'll think about it but I'm still going to look at this other place with Ernie tonight." The anger still showed in Claire's voice.

Dinner was a solemn affair with no one saying much. Claire went straight to her room afterwards without helping to do the washing-up as she normally would. I waited behind and did my usual chore of clearing the table. "Won't you consider persuading her to give us a dose of the strap to compensate for what we did to her?" Dot asked.

"Claire will make up her own mind but I will talk with her. She's not so squeamish over it as I am and will want to make sure you and particularly Fred, get a proper punishment hiding. If she does it, you'll have real sore arses to go to bed with. Much may depend on what this place is like that we are going to see. I don't really want her to leave either so that's a point in your favour."

The flat was a disappointment. It was smaller than the description indicated, it needed redecorating and it was overpriced. That was the reason it hadn't been snapped up earlier. We went to a pub afterwards and sat in a garden seat. Claire had a couple of glasses of wine and I sipped an orange juice while we discussed what to do. "I've felt that strap many times over the last three years," Claire stated, "Usually he didn't hit very hard but it was always hard enough to make me sniffle. Your bum is still tender from just four hits last night so if we take up his offer, I want him to suffer. Dot's never hit me and she takes some of the so-called punishment you should have. Still I would like to redden her fat arse a bit too."

"She actually seems to enjoy a little bit of strapping if it is not too hard. It makes her horny so if it is to be a punishment, you'd have to hit fairly hard."

"Yeah, I've seen that too," Claire declared, "We need to make this a punishment that will end all punishments. If they want sex with us and we are prepared to go along with it, fine but no repercussions."

"You told me that you quite enjoy most what you do with Fred and Dot apart from the strap. Are you still keeping to that story?" I asked Claire.

"Yes. I wouldn't have continued after my debt was paid if I didn't and in fact I only go to their bedroom when I feel like it. I know you like screwing Dot…" She fell silent, obviously thinking. "Do you think you would like to have sex with a skinny thing like me?" she asked.

For a moment I was taken aback, "Yes of course I would, but only if you truly want it."

"Friday," she said mysteriously, "After I've dealt with the Garthwaites."

Friday evening came and Claire still hadn't told me what she actually intended to do but we hadn't been to look at any more flats. I know she had said something to our hosts because they looked subdued and a little worried during dinner that evening so I guessed she was going to use the strap on them. Dot seemed to take an interminable time finishing the washing-up until Claire said quietly, "Let's get it over with, shall we?" We all trooped up the stairs and into Dot's bedroom. Turning to me Claire said, "You can watch Ernie or you can stay in your room whichever you like but either way, you are not to interfere. I am going to punish them and I know what you're like about inflicting pain. I respect you for that but I believe that sometimes pain has its benefits and this is one of them. Until I purge this from my system, there will always be a lot of resentment in my heart for what they did the other night and for some of the things they have done in the past. They've agreed to it. Please let me handle this in my own way." I agreed to stand by the door out of the way and watch. Dot and Fred undressed but Claire and I remained fully clothed.

"Dot, I have decided that you were only an accessory to my planned rape and therefore I will just give you eight strokes but they will be hard ones. Punishment ones. Please lie face down on the bed like you usually do for the strap." Claire gave her verdict and instructions in a low voice. Dot pleaded for her not to hit too hard but she lay down on the bed and awaited her punishment. "Whaap!" Claire did hit hard but I still felt she was holding back. Dot gave a muffled cry but kept in position. Again the leather belt struck and made its mark across the expanse of Dot's arse. This time her cry was louder. By the sixth stroke, Dot began sobbing and I had to resist stopping the hiding. I liked Dot and didn't really want to see her hurt. Claire cracked the last two strokes very hard causing Dot to yell at each one. By now her arse was an all over livid red and she was crying unashamedly. She lay still just rubbing her sore buttocks for a while. I wanted to rub them for her and even started forward by a look from Claire halted me.

" It's your turn now Fred." Slowly Dot raised herself and stood by the bed while Fred took her place. He had to tuck his erection under his belly and I wondered how long it was keep hard when the punishment started. Claire left the room for a few moments and returned with a pair of tights. With these she fastened Fred's wrists to the open frame of the headboard. "Dot, will you kneel and the foot of the bed and hold his ankles please?" Claire asked. We all rightly guessed Claire really intended to hurt him. She had that angry look in her eyes I had noticed after her intended rape.

"I'm not setting a specific number for you Fred," Claire told him, "I intend to carry on until I think you've been punished enough."

"That's perhaps worse than knowing he had to take a dozen strokes," I thought. I watched as Claire picked up Fred's underpants and stuffed them in his mouth.

"Hold him tight Dot. Remember he has given you quick a lot of punishment you didn't really deserve and he was the cause of your getting whacked just now." Claire was totally in command. Dot looked up and nodded. I could see the tears were still running down her cheeks.

"WHAAPP!!" The belt made a loud noise as it bit into Fred's hard, tight arse. He jerked and we heard muffled cries but Dot held him still. "WHAAPP!!" the strap landed hard and again Fred tried to wriggle free. I wonder just how many strokes as hard as this he could possibly endure. "WHAAPP!!" "WHAAPP!!" The two went across the back of his thighs. "WHAAPP!!" "WHAAPP!!" Two more on his arse, one overlapping a previous stroke. I knew the pain must be pretty terrible. "WHAAPP!!" "WHAAPP!!" "WHAAPP!!" So the thrashing went on until by the sixteenth, Fred just lay there. I touched Claire's arm and mouthed, "Enough." She nodded and threw the strap down. Without looking back she grabbed my hand and led me into her room and closed the door. I was shaking a little from the scene I had witnessed and from what I expected to happen now.

Almost as soon as she closed the door, Claire put her arms around me and held me close. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," she repeated, "I shouldn't have done that but once I'd started I didn't know when to stop." She started sobbing and it took quite a while for me to calm her down.

We heard footsteps going into the bathroom and the shower start. "Sounds as if they want to soothe their bums," I remarked.

"Do you think they will throw us out after this?" Claire looked a bit downcast. She wasn't experiencing the elation she thought would come from have her revenge.

"I doubt it. They agreed to it and it was their fault in the first place." By now we were sitting on Claire's bed. I pushed her so she was lying on her back. "Calm down Claire. Relax." I spoke quietly and then kissed her.

We lay side by side cuddling for a long while almost without speaking until Claire said, "Ern, I more or less promised you could have sex with me tonight. Do you still want to?" The answer was obvious and she knew it from the way my rigid prick was pressing into her side.

Gallantly I answered, "Only if you want to."

"I do. I want you so badly." Hastily we undressed each other and coupled as if there were only minutes left to live. Later when the heat of our passion had cooled, we did it again in a more leisurely fashion.

Next morning after I had returned from updating a programme on our server, we all sat in the kitchen and discussed what had happened. We agreed the belt should be locked away and only used for real punishments, punishments that would have to be agreed before hand. Dot asked that Fred be allowed to use it on her if she asked for it and if Fred controlled how hard he hit. We said yes. It was also agreed that we could have sex with each other by mutual agreement with no repercussions. If either party said no, it meant no. Claire and I would stay for the foreseeable future or until we decided to get a place of our own and set up home together.

Claire and I discussed our association later that weekend. Having been hurt once, Claire was reluctant to rush into a full relationship again. Even one with me. It worked out that I didn't sleep with her every night and nor did I have sex with Dot every afternoon but both of them kept me happy. Claire on rare occasions visited Dot's bedroom more out of courtesy than need.

Now, two years on, Claire and I are due to get married at the weekend. We do have a house of our own and have lived together for the last three months. Dot has two men lodgers and they keep her satisfied or so she says and Fred is happy too. All in all in worked out well for us.

 

Finis