Yes, but before that... -Blink

Finally, she glanced at the wall clock. It was 6: 24 PM.

"Oh my, look at the time, I really should get back," Amelia sighed, standing up and wiping her mouth with a napkin. "Liam will start wondering what kind of gardening takes so long. Thank you for the lovely afternoon, Samuel. The... massage was wonderful."

She walked over to the corner of the kitchen, her heavy breasts swaying with every step, and reached down to pick up her discarded dirt ridden clothes.

"Ah, ah, ah," Samuel tutted sharply, his voice slicing through the air.

Amelia froze, her hands hovering over the clothes. "What is it?"

"Did you forget the rule already?" Samuel asked, his face hiding an amused smirk. "I said, no clothes in my house."

"I know!" Amelia smiled sweetly. "But I'm leaving now. I have to put them on to walk across the street, silly!"

"I am very strict with my rules, Amelia," Samuel stated coldly. He stepped forward, snatched the clothes right out from under her hands, and walked over to the back patio door. He unlocked it, pulled it open, and casually tossed her shorts and blouse onto the outdoor patio table

"You can put them on outside," Samuel smiled. "In the garden."

"Outside?!" Amelia shrieked, her hands flying up to cover her bare breasts. "Are you crazy? The fences aren't that high! What if the neighbors look out their windows? What if someone sees me standing bare-naked in your backyard?"

Samuel glanced over her shoulder. The yard was surrounded by the thick, 8 feet fences, an absolute blind spot. There wasn't a single window in the neighborhood with an angle into his patio other than his immediate neighbor Mr. Henderson, but he was a lonely man who worked at his office until late at night. He had already searched it all up days ago. He was a cautious man who never left things to chance, but Amelia didn't need to know that.

"Then you better be quick, and I guarantee you'll be fine," Samuel shrugged casually. "You promised you weren't a liar, Amelia. You agreed to the rule. Now, are you my honest slut, or are you a cheating liar who breaks her promises?"

Amelia stared at him, genuine fear and thrilling panic warring in her chest. The thought of stepping outside into the broad daylight completely naked was terrifying. But the thought of breaking her word to her sweet, grieving friend was worse.

"I'm waiting," Samuel rushed her.

"Y-You're so strict," Amelia whimpered, taking a deep, shaky breath. She squeezed her eyes shut, wrapped her arms around her chest, and stepped out onto the concrete patio.

The evening breeze instantly hit her bare thighs and her incredibly sensitive, swollen pussy lips. She felt completely exposed.

"Quickly now," Samuel taunted from the doorway. "And remember, you can't come back inside."

Click

Samuel shut the glass door.

"Oh my gosh... oh my gosh!" Amelia panicked, her heart hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird. She scrambled over to the patio table, grabbing her denim shorts.

She looked wildly around the surrounding houses. The windows of the neighboring homes looked like dark, judging eyes. She frantically shoved her legs into the shorts, nearly tripping over her own bare feet in her haste. She yanked them up over her hips, ignoring the wet, sticky feeling of her own fluids soaking into the denim.

She grabbed her white blouse and threw it over her shoulders, her fingers fumbling uselessly with the buttons. She managed to secure two of them, leaving her heavy cleavage largely exposed, before she couldn't take the fear of being caught any longer.

But just then, the glass door slid open again.

"Amelia," Samuel commanded. "Come back inside. We forgot something."

She froze, clutching the white cotton to her chest. "But... Samuel, I need to go!"

"You forgot your punishment," he said flatly. "Get inside."

She took a hesitant step toward the door. "But I'm dressed-"

"Take them off," Samuel interrupted, pointing at the concrete at her feet. "You know the rule. No clothes inside."

She wanted to refuse, but her trust in Samuel had reached a terrifying degree at this point. If he said something like this, it must be important.

Trembling, she unzips her shorts that she just managed to pull up, unbuttoned her blouse, stepping out of the clothes again. Standing completely naked in the open evening air, her heavy breasts swaying, she scurried back into the kitchen.

"Punishment for what?" she whimpered, her cheeks flushed bright red.

"For lying to your son on the phone," Samuel growled, his eyes dark with lust. "You said you are my honest slut now, right?"

"Mm-hmm..." she nodded.

Samuel smiled." Then I won't let you get comfortable lying, even if it's for a good reason. Even if I tell you to lie. There must be consequences."

Amelia's eyes widened. A wave of relief washed over her empty mind. He's such a good man, she thought, her lingering guilt instantly evaporating. He must be feeling sorry because I lied to my son in front of him, poor man.

"Bend over the counter," he ordered.

She obeyed willingly, pressing her bare stomach against the cold marble and sticking her plush, naked ass high into the air.

Smack!

Samuel’s heavy hand cracked against her bare flesh.

"Ahhh!" Amelia yelped, her wet slit clenching tightly at the sudden impact.

Smack! Smack!

He hit her hard, leaving bright red, stinging handprints across her pale cheeks. She whimpered and moaned, her hips bucking as the sharp pain mixed wildly with her pooling arousal.

"Are you going to be my good, honest slut?" he demanded, gripping her waist.

"Yes! Ahh! Yes, Samuel! I promise!"

He pulled her up, spinning her naked body around. "Good. Now, run along."

But as she turned around. towards the door, Samuel caught her again. "You still forgot something."

"What? I did?" she asked genuinely confused.

"I'm your best friend right? Then where's my goodbye kiss?" He said, as if explaining something simple.

"Silly me. I forgot.." Amelia giggled, wrapping her arms around his neck. She smashed her soft, pink lips against his rough mouth, opening them slightly to 'properly' kiss him. Samuel slipped his tongue deep inside, tasting her thoroughly while his coarse hands squeezed her stinging, red ass cheeks.

He broke the kiss, leaving her breathless and panting. "You can go now, my slut." he said with a gentle smile.

"I'll text you, Samuel." Amelia said, stepping back out onto the patio, and the door clicked locked behind her.

She reached for the table, searching frantically for her lace panties, but the metal mesh was bare. She glanced back through the glass door, they were still lying in a crumpled pink heap on Samuel's kitchen floor.

No time, she panicked.

After haphazardly sliding the shorts and shirt over her busty body, she sprinted for the heavy wooden gate at the side of the house, unlatched it, and slipped out into the relative safety of the sidewalk.

Behind the glass door, Samuel watched her run, a dark, triumphant grin plastered across his face. The pristine, untouched wife of the aggressive cop had just been successfully broken, degraded, and trained.

And the best part was, she still thought she was a good mother, a devout wife and a fun friend.