Chapter 2

"Laura, I'm home," Phillip said.

"We're in the kitchen, honey."

"There's a woman in the living room."

"I know, dear. You know what you have to do."

He came into the kitchen, still dressed. "That's ten swats, Phillip. If your clothes are not off in one minute, there will be an additional ten added," I said.

Phillip still hesitated. Thirty seconds went by before he even started taking off his clothes. He didn't make it in a minute. His little cock was hard.

"My, my," Jeri said, "what a cute little dingus you have. No wonder your wife likes fucking my ex."

"You're Mrs. Harmon?" Phillip asked, naked and erect.

"I was the former Mrs. Harmon. Miss Tyson now. You're a handsome fellow though. Successful lawyer, wealthy enough, to go by the house you own. She must have been disappointed when she saw the cock of the man she married."

"Jeri, please don't do that," I said. "Given what you might have read about willing cuckolds, that might be appropriate for some of them. I hope that Phillip isn't one of those, though I'm beginning to wonder. He's no more responsible for the size of his dick than I am. I didn't earn it; it was given to me. I've been trying to build up his confidence in his own prowess as a male, teach him to be a better and longer lasting lover. How to put off his orgasms until he was ready to cum. I admit, I'm having more trouble than I anticipated. I think his cuckold fetish gets in the way. I think he prefers watching other men fuck his wife, to fucking her himself. Phillip, you may use the toilet and shower, but do it quickly. I want a tail in your ass for dinner. I'm starting the steaks in ten minutes. I want you done by then."

"Okay."

He started to walk away.

"That's ten more swats to be administered now for neglecting to address me as sir, or Master. Get the paddle and bend over the couch."

"Yes, Master." He glanced at Jeri again and got the paddle bending over. I gave him ten hard swats to his ass leaving him red cheeked and teary eyed.

"Now you have five minutes. Don't be late."

"Yes, Master."

Phillip left, rushing.

"When he gets back, you can question Mr. and Mrs Smith as much as you care to, Jeri. I should also tell you that when I returned from San Francisco, I was sexually assaulted by Laura in my sleep. I left the house for several days after that incident, as I was already becoming concerned."

Jeri looked at Laura again and Laura shamefacedly nodded.

"How many other people are you fucking in addition to Laura?"

"Several. Four fairly regularly, and others as they crop up. I was in a one male, three female foursome last night, none of them the Smiths. Two of the regulars, and a new one. Why do you ask?"

"I was wondering if Laura or Phillip felt as if you were moving in permanently."

"I told them at the beginning that it wasn't my intent, and I've had other women here, all of whom have had sex with Laura, and some with Phillip as well. I believed if Laura was having sex with another man during their marriage, Phillip should have sex with other women as well. There should be some sort of balance to their infidelity."

"Were you a bisexual before you married?" Jeri asked Laura.

"I don't believe so. I'd never had sex with another woman previously. None of the women I've had sex with had. It was all due to Master. He likes watching women have sex."

"I've no doubt," Jeri said. "He tried talking me into it a few times."

"You should try it Miss Tyson. It's quite enjoyable."

She glared at me. "You didn't invite me over to have sex with a woman, did you?"

I said, "That isn't my plan, but it wouldn't hurt my feelings if you did. You can even have sex with Phillip. As far as I'm concerned, you deserve it. But isn't it an axiom that the only women who aren't lesbians are women who haven't had sex with a woman yet? None of these women are lesbians, but they've certainly found out they enjoy sex with a woman if a man isn't available. I've just doubled their chances of a date on Saturday night. I wouldn't mind you having your pick of dates on Saturday night. I don't want you being alone. Just because I was shit as a husband, doesn't mean all men would be, or women for that matter."

"Cute."

I smiled at her. "Come on. It's a little bit cute. Tell Phillip he's up to thirty swats. I'm going to start the steaks now. Medium for you, Jeri?"

"You remember. Yea."

"I remember a lot of things about you. I didn't hate you, Jeri. I just couldn't be faithful. It was my failing. I've freely admitted I'm a bastard. I'm sure we'll have more discussion on that later."

I went outside and started the T-bones. I knew Laura was steaming the broccoli. The salad was made, and I'd helped. I wasn't a total shit. I'm sure there was some discussion going on inside, but I didn't need to be a part of it. At some point, I'd have to talk about the things on my mind. It could wait until after supper.

Phillip and Laura liked their steaks medium well, Jeri and I medium, so I had ours plated before theirs were ready. I carried them in and found Jeri helping with setting the table. Unfortunately, all four plates were on the table.

"Jeri, Phillip doesn't get to eat at the table tonight. He was not a good boy this evening, and shouldn't be rewarded as if he were. His plate will go on the floor."

She looked at me. "You're joking, right?

"It's why he's got a tail in his ass. He was a bad dog. Sitting on a chair would be uncomfortable for him. Since we're having steaks, he will get utensils. If it were something he could eat without using his hands, he'd be eating off his plate. If you feel sorry for him, he can stand beside you and you can feed him yourself, but he can't use his hands. If I'm going to be his Dominant, it needs to be established quickly and maintained throughout his submission. The sooner he accepts his submission, the easier it will be for him. He'll get punished less.

"If he'd removed his clothing immediately upon entering the house, despite the presence of someone new, trusting me not to harm him, he'd be eating at the table, and wouldn't be getting his ass turned flame red. He didn't. I've protected him and his reputation more than he has. I have his best interests at heart, and he needs to trust that. If you were someone he needed to be concerned about, I would have warned him not to undress before he came home. Laura would have been dressed when you arrived, not naked. She trusted me, he didn't. She'll be rewarded, he won't."

Phillip and Laura had entered the dining room carrying the rest of the food during the latter part of my explanation. "Isn't that right, bitch boy?" I asked him. "You need to accept that you're mine and do as I say, without worrying?"

"Yes, Master. I'm sorry I didn't trust you."

"I know you are. You'll be eating off the floor tonight."

"Yes, sir."

"I'll feed him," Jeri said.

"Very well. Do you hear that, doggy? Miss Tyson will feed you tonight. Thank her for being so nice to you."

"Thank you, Miss Tyson."

"You're welcome."