Four More, Mr. Goodwin

CHAPTER FIVE

Today - Sunday, 5:35 PM

Mark sat huddled in the bathroom. The coolness of the closed toilet seat comforted his red behind, while also helping to diminish his arousal.

I was just spanked by a man I don't even know.

A line had been crossed. It was a line that could never be uncrossed.

Dressed as the sluttiest and sissiest of maids imaginable, he had just been put across a man's lap for a spanking...

...in front of my wife.

...BY my wife!

When this game ended...

...if this game ends... Oh, dear God, let it end...

...how could he ever look her in the eye again.

...knowing she's seen me like that...

How could he ever look at her again? Now that she had seen that he had been painfully aroused while being spanked by Mr. Goodwin.

Tears threatened to well again and he furiously blinked them away, his hands fluttering girlishly. He made himself clasp them back in his lap, furious at how helplessly girlie he felt. The fear of tears was real. He had only just finished repairing his eye makeup. Tears would only force that chore to be done again.

His ass hurt so bad.

Worse than the pain was the sensory memory of Mr. Goodwin's hand. The big, beefy hand had casually rubbed and groped him between spanks. The feeling of that hand burned through the pain of the spanking and would not go away. Mark doubted it would EVER go away.

He tried not to think about it.

He tried not to replay it over and over in his head.

He failed.

Today - Twenty Minutes Ago

The third spank by Mr. Goodwin caused him to scream out loud. He bit his lip, trying to hold the next scream back. The pain was tolerable. It was the surprise and helplessness that were making him tear up like a baby.

"Don't forget to count, Lacy!"

"Three."

The word left his pink lips instinctively in Lacy's voice. For some reason using his femme voice made it slightly less embarrassing. He forced Lacy to the forefront; letting her be the victim; letting her be beaten. For some reason it felt less humiliating with Lacy in control. Being exposed and helpless across a man's lap, anything that lessened the humiliation was a blessing.

His hand was on her ass again.

It was not spanking.

It was stroking.

Squeezing.

She squirmed and bit her lip harder as she felt herself squirt. Her 'equipment' was nestled between his legs and each wiggle, shift or jerk caused stimulation and uncontrollable leakage.

She felt tears begin to seep from the corner of her eyes.

Why am I aroused by this?

The thought was deep in Lacy's head. It was a little reminder that Mark could not hide completely.

"So, what do you think?"

Tricia's legs came into Lacy's view. With her face only a foot from the floor, all Lacy could see of Tricia was from the calves down as she sat on the arm of the couch beside the disciplinarian and his helpless captive.

As Tricia crossed her legs, Lacy found herself looking at one of the shoes, only inches from her face. It had a drizzle of liquid on the tip of the toe.

Liquid from me...

"She certainly has potential."

Oh, God. What does THAT mean? I have "potential"?

Mr. Goodwin's other hand had joined the first. His thumbs dug into her flesh and spread her cheeks apart. Exposing her. Opening her up...

Complete and total panic jolted Mark into the forefront and he struggled with all his might as the man continued to hold him there, pulling his ass cheeks apart.

"Stop!"

Mark shouted it, angry and threatening. The breathlessness forced into his voice by the overly-tightened corset took most of the force away from it.

"This has gone too far!"

He kicked his feet. The heels made him feel even more helpless. He wriggled and squirmed trying to get off the man's lap. Kicking his feet only seemed to emphasize how exposed he was. The whole struggle only reinforced how helpless and trapped he was should the man want to take complete advantage of his exposure.

He had no leverage. There was virtually nothing he could do.

The larger man easily held him in place. Mark squirmed as the man's thumbs continued to spread and expose his backside. He felt his cheeks being pulled up and down as if he was being examined.

Most infuriating of all, the motion was causing throbbing and involuntary squirts of liquid to burst out of him.

One of the thumbs moved further into the crevice and Mark whimpered loudly. Was the man about to...

There was a moment of silence that seemed to stretch out forever and then a deep chuckle above him. The chuckle turned to a bit of a laugh and then they both laughed. They both laughed at him. First her, then the man holding him.

A little sob escaped Mark. It was a genuine, miserable sob. He had never felt this helpless in his life. He had no control of anything, not even his own body.

"She's a willful little bitch." Tricia laughed. The foot of her crossed leg pivoted, and pressed down on the top of Lacy's head. Mark toppled forward a little, unable to fall because of the hands holding him, but still feeling the vertigo. He felt like a seesaw, pivoting on his own arousal.

Mark knew what that push from Tricia was...

...It's a warning....

"You say willful like that's a bad thing," Mr. Goodwin said.

The thumbs on his ass released the pressure and Mark felt his cheeks spring back together. A small sense of relief filled him. What he wouldn't give for his panties. Any cover at all from this brute would be better than this!

There was a pat, another squeeze on his ass and the light graze as a finger slid along the crevice, teasingly exploring the groove.

Oh, God. Please. Just let go.

"Lacy! Stop mewling."

Mark realized that the words must have slipped out and whimpered.

"It's good for a girl like her to have a little spirit."

The man's thumb slid down between Mark's legs, just below his testicles. It wiggled and rubbed, even as the rest of the hand squeezed his ass again. He squirmed under the ministrations, feeling himself squirt again.

Oh, God!

The rubbing continued and despite himself, despite everything, Mark felt himself approaching an orgasm.

OH, GOD!

He was about to cum while being fondled by a man. His legs spread open ever so slightly, his body opening despite the horror in his head.

Oh, God! Don't cum... don't c....

"Is she always this horny?"

What? Did the man really just...

"Are you kidding? The little nympho can't get enough. Completely insatiable."

This can't be happening. Don't Cum! Don't cum don't cum don't cum don't cum don't cum...

Between his legs, the thumb began to press firmly against him.

"Oh, God," Lacy screamed in his head, "If I were a real girl, his thumb would be sliding inside of me."

The thought and the stimulation made him throb again. The Bimbo-Slut in his brain began to moan and pant. He struggled to get away again, kicking his feet.

Lacy was back in full force, seizing control of his body. She squirmed with pleasure, almost encouraging the thumb between her legs. Her thighs opening wider, pressing against the assaulting hand.

Oh, God! I'm so close. I wish it would slide inside of me...

Mark pushed her away from the edge. With all of his effort, he pulled the orgasm that almost exploded back from the brink!

Shut up, slut! I'm not gay! I don't like this! I don't like any of this!

"Tricia! Please!" His voice was breathless and weak. He was holding Lacy and her climax back with all of his might. It was about to overwhelm him.

Only the uncrossing of her legs back to the ground gave him any indication of what was coming. There was a sharp pain as she grabbed his hair and pulled him upwards. He pivoted on Mr. Goodwin's lap, his feet hitting the ground.

"If you call me Tricia... one... more... time..."

With a shove, she pushed his head downward, practically throwing him with his own hair. He see-sawed, his head almost hitting the floor with his legs kicking up into the air. He screamed, trying to free his arms from his sides and regain balance.

"I believe you owe her one more spank, Mr. Goodwin. Although, with how much the little bitch seems to be enjoying it, I'm not sure we should give her the pleasure."

Enjoying it? Does she really think...

The hard and sudden crack on her ass burned like a wasp sting. It knocked the air out of him with its force and intensity.

Without ceremony or warning, he was dumped into the air, flailing and falling helplessly down to the ground at Mr. Goodwin's feet.

"You really should be more respectful, Lacy. Miss Sellers has done a lot for you."

Mark curled into a ball on the floor, trying to pull the petticoats around his exposed and inflamed ass. He felt like a berated little girl with his tear-stained cheeks and red behind.

He dared not look up at either of them. He could not bear to see the looks they would give him.

"Oh," his wife's voice was soft and amused. "She's made a mess of your lap."

"Oh, she has, hasn't she?"

Chuckles came from both of them. He dared not look up. He could not look at them.

He had not cum. Tricia had saved him from that by grabbing his hair.

But he got me soooooooo wet...

Lacy was still aroused. How could she still be aroused with all this horror and humiliation?

"Lacy. Go fetch a wet rag and clean this mess up."

His body was in motion before even thinking about it, scurrying for the door like a rabbit... A high-heeled, frightened, overly-horny rabbit.

It was only in the safety of the hall, with the door to the room safely closed behind her, that the tears crept out. They were full-fledged, uncontrolled sobs. The corset kept his breathing shallow, his tiny, pushed-up bosom heaving as each moan left him. Each breath in was a desperate gasp to get air back into his body.

His body!

It's not your body, bitch! It's mine!

Lacy fled, leaving Mark alone and weeping.

He felt light-headed.

The lack of air and being held upside down for an extended period of time was doing a number on him. This did not even begin to account for how much blood seemed to still be flowing to his

groin. His head was pounding in rhythm with his rapidly beating heart and his pulsing nether-region.

I have to get away.

But where? How?

He had no clothing save the fetish uniform he was locked into.

I have no money. No ID.

He did not even have any underwear.

His feet were moving without thought. Lacy was back and in control, making him go through the motions of a maid. Lost in thought, he found himself in the guest bathroom, wetting one of the hand towels.

We'll just do what she says.

No! She's taken this too far.

You don't want to make Miss Sellers any more upset!

Tricia! Her name is Tricia and she's taken this too far! She has to know that.

Does she?

When this is over... when it's all over... after that horrible man is gone...

He got me sooooo wet...

Shut up! After he's gone and I'm out of this outfit, I'll...

What?

How could he come back from this? How could he ever look at Tricia again.

She had watched him be man-handled...

...fondled... mmmmmmm....

...by a guy.

He could still feel the spot between his legs. That magic spot where Mr. Goodwin's thumb had rubbed.

Just thinking of it caused his mind to flash back. The man had pulled his ass cheeks apart. Mr. Goodwin had been inspecting him like he was...

Like I was what?

The thought came from Lacy and it caused a shiver to run all the way through his body.

He was inspecting me like I was a girl in an amateur porn movie. I was just... evaluated. He was checking to see if he wanted to fuck me...

Mark whimpered.

He was halfway back down the hall with the wet rag. His heels clicked furiously on the hardwood floors as Lacy made his body scamper back to the den. It was the sight of the closed door that caused him to skid to a halt.

Stop! I'm not going back in there...

I have to. Miss Sellers is waiting.

So is he.

So is he!

Stop it! This is not exciting!

Oh, god! I'm so wet!

No. Nonononono. I'm turning around. I'm going to...

What?

I don't know.

You better hurry and decide. She's going to be mad if we make her wait.

I can't go back in there.

What choice do we have?

The inner dialogue stopped as laughter drifted from the den.

I don't want to go in there.

I won't go in there!

I can't go in there!

Lacy ignored his every protest and knocked on the door.