## Archive-name: habit

From: Paul II <paul2@slip.net>

Subject: Habit by Dierdre sm, mf, ff

Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories

Habit

My marriage and sex life with George has been completely normal-- with one "slight exception" which I will have to explain. Back when we were first going together (well, actually after we had moved in together) I took the trouble to find out some of the things that really turned George on. You see, I was really interested in keeping him-- as well as interested in what would spice up our sex life. Well, we talked rather freely and George showed me some erotica that he liked and I found out that he has a bit of a dominant streak about him. Specifically, the idea of whipping a submissive woman really turns him on.

Well, I never did that sort of thing, and had no plans to start, but I decided to give it a little try--George agreed to give me just five smacks with a leather belt. I thought I might be able to stand that, and if it turned George on, then it would be worth something to me. It stung. In fact, it hurt like hell, but I could stand it since it was over pretty quickly. Well, one thing led to another, and well, every day of our 8-year marriage, I have received exactly 5 smacks with a leather belt on my bare rear.

And nothing else about our marriage is strange at all! Really! Well, sometimes we have sex right after I am whipped--if George is in the mood to begin with, the whipping sometimes gets him *really* worked up.

We have a habit. George comes home from work. After I give him a quick welcoming kiss, I slip down my pants and panties right there in the front hall, turn to face away from George and bend down and grab my ankles. George picks up a belt that I always make sure is right there when he arrives. He whips my ass with it, taking about a second for each stroke, exactly 5 times. I never scream or cry, though sometimes I make a little grunt. I take a couple of seconds for the sting to subside, sometimes rubbing my ass a little, then pull up my panties and pants, then we proceed to have dinner. Yes, it hurts, but in a way I am used to it. And I have to say that George has remained a devoted husband through our whole marriage and I haven't had the slightest worry of him straying.

And that's the story. Other than that, as I said, our marriage and sex life have been perfectly normal. Except that this past week things have changed.

Last Thursday, for some reason--maybe I felt hurried or something- -I did things just a little differently. I saw George getting out of the car, so instead of waiting for him, I prepared for my whipping as he walked up to the house. When he opened the door, there I was with my rear uncovered, bending over away from him with the belt we use as a whip sitting on the floor right next to me. But things didn't happen as I expected. I heard a female voice say "Oh, My!"

Then as George spit out a surprised "Honey!" I realized I was looking upside down at not only George's pants and shoes but another pair of legs in high-heeled shoes and stockings! I think I let out a squeal while I tried to immediately pull my pants up and dash away. Where I ended up was sitting on the floor, desperately trying to get dressed. I got just a glance at the woman right-side-up during which our eyes met. That was until she quickly backed out the front door. George followed her. I ended up peeking out the window, making sure they couldn't see me. They both got in George's car and drove off!

And I sat there. I was shaking, shuddering. How could I pick today to do something like that? Who was that woman? She was obviously a stylish dresser. And very attractive. Why was she with George? The devil inside me said George was cheating on me. Why did they leave? I guessed she was too embarrassed to stay. George must have meant to introduce her to me. That didn't sound like cheating. How could he bring her today of all days? When I was like *that*?

George drove up in 10 minutes, alone. I might have been angry, but I wasn't. George might have been angry that I was so stupid, but he wasn't either. Her name was Sharon and she worked at the same company as George. They had decided to car-pool and this had been their first day. George decided to bring her in to meet me. No, George didn't see her all that much at work. I thought about asking him to give up on the car-pooling idea. George gave me my nightly whipping. In my mind it was punishment for being so stupid. It also made me more confident that George was getting exactly what he wanted at home.

During the middle of the next morning, I got a call from Sharon of all people! She told me over the phone that obviously she figured out that she had accidentally intruded on George's and my private business and that she and I would have to face up to the embarrassment and put that behind us or we would always be avoiding each other. She invited me out to lunch! I couldn't believe I had listened to her talking on the phone for so long. I was still tongue-tied. She seemed to understand and was very persuasive. Finally I agreed and she said she'd drive over and pick me up.

I was taken aback when I saw her--she was so attractive and stylish. We went to one of those chain-restaurants for a sandwich. Something made me babble, at least a little. Well, I did have a beer, and for me it doesn't take much. I told her that George and I aren't weird, that we have just one little weird thing we do. I felt so embarrassed at my own explaining. But she was understanding and her interest got me to explain the whole thing, about how we started, what we did, how I stood it.

She got pretty personal, but for some reason, I was in the mood to open up. She asked me if it turned me on. I admitted that it didn't. She asked me if I ever imagined some other man doing it to me. Like maybe Kevin Costner. Suddenly I had this picture of bending over like that for Kevin Costner. I told her no, which was the truth, but I felt embarrassed that it had taken me so long to answer.

Soon we were done and she drove me back home. She commented on our house, and I ended up inviting her in for a tour. She said she had time for an immediate tour so I brought her into the house and showed her around. Back at the front hall, she picked up the leather belt that was sitting there. She looked at it. I was embarrassed again and didn't say anything. I wished she had left it alone.

She looked at me. "Why don't you let me try it once." My mouth dropped open but no sound emerged. "You said you can manage to stand it. I'm curious. What would it harm?"

"I don't... think so." My voice was a little peep.

"Come on, just once... what would be the problem?"

She didn't stop trying to convince me and soon I was going along with her. She held the belt in her hand and I turned around and pulled down my pants and panties and bent down and grabbed my ankles. Exactly the same as I did for George. I felt the leather on my ass-- she was sort of caressing me with the belt. George never did that. Then *swat*. I wasn't ready. I sort of grunted. She didn't hit me again right away. Two seconds? Five? Then came another, and more--much faster than George did! I realized that she didn't stop at five. It wasn't exactly a scream I did, more like a yell. I started to stand and felt her push my body back back down. She seemed so strong! Still she kept whipping!

Finally she stopped. I took a deep breath and stood up.

"Did that turn you on?" She had a mischievous smile on her face. What was I going to do? Before I could stop her, her hand was on my still-uncovered sex.

She giggled. It was wet! Her finger started to move up and down my slit. What was I going to do?

"Does your husband fuck you in the ass?" How did I get myself into this? She didn't need an answer--she read it on my face. "How can he whip you like that and not be fucking your ass?" She seemed genuinely surprised. Her fingers still worked on my cunt. I was about to explode.

"We're going to see my boyfriend, Chris. But first you are going to do something for me." She pushed me down to kneeling. She hadn't brought me off. I was facing the front of her skirt. She unhooked it and let it fall to the floor. Then she started taking off her slip. I stared. I knew what was coming and I wanted it. As I said, after 8 years of stable marriage, things have changed.

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