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Subject: Short Story, "Wrong Number", Dave Wallace
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New to the internet, I'm only learning how and where to post 
stories.  I recently posted this story at alt.sex.spanking and 
alt.sex.femdom.  I trust that I'm not violating any protocol by 
posting it here.

Any feedback would be appreciated.

Enjoy:

Wrong Number
(A Short Story by Dave Wallace)
(Copyright 1997, Manuscript Publishing Company)

I


	When the ‘phone rang, I knew that it must be a wrong 
number.  I’d only moved in three days prior
and the telephones had been hooked up only that day.  I almost 
didn’t answer it but thought better of that idea since I was 
bored and had always enjoyed wrong numbers in a perverse way 
that only family members and close friends had grown accustomed 
to.
	As a child, I’d watched as my Dad would handle wrong 
numbers with a variety of ploys.  His favorite was to simply 
respond with, "Carla?" (or "Susan?", or "Bill", etc.).  "Hold 
on.  I’ll get her.", into the telephone.  
	And then, loudly, into the room at large, 
"Carla…telephone."  Whereupon he’d set the ‘phone down and 
continue with whatever activity he’d been engaged in when he 
was, in his words, ‘so rudely interrupted’.  He’d then wait 
until the caller grew weary, the ‘phone alerted him, and then 
he’d hang it up.  He’d explain to me that he felt the caller 
should be ‘punished’ for their ineptitude and that he felt 
better for dispensing their punishment by inconveniencing them 
as they had inconvenienced him.
	Dad had any number or wrong-number gambits and I’d 
learned them all over the years.  One of his other favorites 
was to deal with a young lady calling for a young man, with, 
"I’m sorry, he’s in the shower with Tom (or Dick or whomever) 
experimenting. May I take a message?".  You get the idea.
	‘Like father - like son’, they say.  Thus, when I 
answered the ‘phone that night, I was prepared to carry on the 
family tradition and toy with someone’s mind.
	"Hello?"
	"Bill?"
	My name’s Dave, not Bill!  "Yes."  Here we go!
	"It doesn’t sound like you."
	"I have a cold.  How’re you doin’?"
	"Oh, OK, I guess.  I’ve missed you.  When did you get 
in?"
	"Only a few minutes ago."
	"How was your trip?"
	"I’d" been traveling, evidently.  "I made it home in 
one piece.  I missed you terribly, too."
	"Did you think of me when you jacked off, honey?"
	Ah.  A little ‘phone sex, perhaps?  "Of course."
	"Tell me about it."
	Now the fun could begin.  "You were wearing leather."
	"Oh my.  You kinky thing.  Tell me more."
	"You put me over your knee and paddled me with a wooden 
paddle."
	"Were you naughty?"
	"No.  In my fantasy, you said that you liked the way 
that my cock felt between your bare legs while you spanked me 
and the way that my butt turned red from the paddling."
	"Did you like the paddling?"
	"I don’t know, since it was only a fantasy, but I do 
know that I came all over my hands thinking about it.  You had 
told me to catch the cum in my hands and then forced me to lick 
my hands clean afterwards.  I pretended that you were there, 
threatening me with further paddling if I didn’t comply."
	"So, you ate your own cum?"
	I could tell by her voice that she was set back by 
‘Bill’s’ admission but it also sounded like she was turned on. 
 "Yes, ma’am.  I say, ‘ma’am’ because that’s what you made me 
say in my fantasy."
	"You never told me you had such thoughts, Bill.  Have 
you fantasized such things before?"
	"No.  Not really.  I think that I was reacting to a 
book that I found in the hotel lounge. I’d sat in a booth for a 
cocktail earlier in the evening and someone had left it there. 
 It was an erotic book entitled, "Welts, Female Domination in 
An American Marriage" by a couple named Gloria and Dave 
Wallace.  It told of wives spanking and whipping their husbands 
as part of an overall lifestyle."
	"So, you found the idea of submitting to a woman’s 
stern hand to be arousing?"
	"Yes."
	"Yes, what, Bill?"
	Bill’s lady caught on fast!  Poor Bill!  "Yes, ma’am."
	That’s better.  What are you wearing now, Bill?"
	"I just got out of the shower and put on underwear."
	"Where’s the ‘ma’am’?"
	"Ma’am."
	"Set the ‘phone down and take off your underwear, 
Bill."
	"Yes, ma’am."  So saying, I followed her instructions 
and picked up the handset, standing in the empty house, nude, 
semi-hard, and having fun with this game.
	"Are you naked?"
	"Yes, ma’am."
	"Is your cock hard?"
	"Semi, ma’am."
	"Stroke your cock for me, Bill.  Make it hard.  Think 
of me spanking you the next time that I see you.  Think of 
cumming on my thighs and then licking it off. Is it getting 
hard yet?"
	"Yes, ma’am."
	"Would you like to cum for me, Bill?"
	"Yes, ma’am."
	"Think of me and my roommate watching you now as you 
jack off.  Think of her amusement to see my power over you.  
Think of her kneeling at my feet eating me while you entertain 
the two of us.  Think of us both paddling you and having you 
serve us as a sex slave.  You get the picture, Bill?"
	"Yes, ma’am."
	"Are you close to getting off?"
	"Yes, ma’am."
	"Do you know what you must do when you cum?"
	"Yes, ma’am."
	"Tell me."
	"Yes, ma’am.  You want me to catch the cum in my palms 
and then lick them clean."
	"Exactly, Bill.  Now, cum for me."
	I couldn’t believe how much this stranger, this sexy 
lady, had gotten into the fantasy.  I couldn’t believe that I 
was following her instructions and that I had every intention 
of riding this game all the way.  I could hear a whimper escape 
my lips as the semen spurted from the head of my circumcised 
cock and filled the cupped palm of my other hand.  I’d propped 
the telephone under my chin to free both hands to attend to my 
masturbation so my mystery dominatrix could hear my gasp.
	"Are you cumming now, Bill?"
	"Yes, ma’am."
	"Are you catching all of your cum in your other hand, 
Bill?"
	"Yes, ma’am."
	"’Are you going to eat your cum for me, honey?"
	"Yes, ma’am."
	I raised my cum-filled hand to my lips and began 
licking and slurping its contents rather noisily.
	"That’s a good boy, Bill.  Lick it all up.  God, I love 
it.  Why did it take so long to discover this little secret of 
yours?"
	"I don’t know, ma’am."
	"You know that I’m going to carry out my threat - or 
promise - whatever you wish to call it.  Don’t you?" 
	Playing dumb for now.  "Whatta you mean, ma’am?"
	"I mean, dummy, that Carol and I are going to have a 
ball with you tomorrow night.  I can’t wait to see her face 
when I tell her what I’ve planned.  Do you want that, honey?"
	"Yes, ma’am."
	"You get some sleep. I’ll call you in the morning.  
Bye, baby."
	"Goodnight, ma’am."
	After hanging up the telephone, I felt forlorn.  I’d 
set out to mind-fuck my caller and ended up playing puppet to 
her pulling of my strings.  I paced the floor, my cock bobbing, 
still semi-hard after my ejaculation, and thought about the 
woman who had just called.
	I wished that I knew her name.  Suddenly getting a 
brainstorm, I snatched the telephone from its cradle and 
pressed *69, a callback feature - for the last caller - I 
remembered reading about in the literature left by the ‘phone 
company installer.
	After only two rings, I heard, "Hello."  My mystery 
woman’s voice.  Taking a chance, I tried, "Who’s this?"
	"It’s Peggy, silly. Don’t you recognize my voice after 
only a week on the road?  I told you I’d call in the morning.  
Couldn’t you wait?"
	"No, ma’am."
	"Well, you’ll just have to.  You interrupted me while I 
was telling Carol about our little secret.  Wait a minute.  She 
wants to talk to you.  You’d best be polite. I told her she’d 
get a chance with the paddle too."
	"Hi, Bill."
	"Hi, Carol."
	"That’s ma’am, Bill."
	"Yes, ma’am."
	"Peggy tells me that you’re going to get your first 
spanking from her tomorrow night and that I get to help.  I 
find this just slightly radical, Bill.  Is she telling me 
true?"
	"Yes, ma’am."
	"Jesus.  I love it.  Here’s Peggy."
	"Bill?"
	"Yes, ma’am."
	"I told you I’d call in the morning.  I guess that you 
know you’ll be getting extra swats for interrupting me this 
evening?"
	"Yes, ma’am."
	"Good night, Bill."
	"Good night, ma’am."
	Hanging up for a second time, I was struck by the fact 
that my cock was again hard as a rock. Still nude, I walked to 
the kitchen to get a beer from the fridge.  The after-taste of 
my own cum, while alien to my experience, was not all together 
unpleasant but I was thirsty.
	I’d never actually acted out that fantasy of 
masturbation, ejaculation into my own palm, and being ‘forced’ 
to consume it.  I’d often thought about it when I beat off but 
had always lost courage after cumming and losing my horny edge. 
 As far as the spanking, it had always played a role in my 
fantasies and had been central to the discord in my recently 
severed relationship with my live-in lady of one year.
	At twenty-one, I’d received a large inheritance from a 
trust left by my grandmother.  I mean large - as in over ten 
million dollars!  In spite of my assiduous spending on a 
European odyssey of debauchery, I’d only dissipated a couple of 
hundred thousand in the six months following the birthday, thus 
following Grandmother’s dictum of ‘Never spend the principal.’, 
since the interest from my inheritance provided a tidy income 
of over one million dollars a year. My vacation ended in 
England where I’d met Vanessa, the lady I thought I’d spend 
ever-aftering with.
	I’d returned to Boston, much to the relief of the 
family bank’s trust officers, Vanessa in tow, and moved into a 
spacious condo to live the good life.  From the beginning, we’d 
enjoyed a capacious love life and I should have been happy.  I 
probably would have been had I not been so curious.
	"Step Into My Dungeon - Step Into Your Fantasies", the 
advertisement read. I’d picked up an ‘alternative tabloid’ at 
the book store and was paging through it while waiting for 
Vanessa to return from shopping.  One thing led to another and 
- just for the fun of it, I told myself - I called the 
advertised number next to ‘Mistress Wanda’s’ picture. 
	To make a long story short, within a week, I’d 
succumbed to Wanda’s telephone seduction and found myself bound 
over an exercise horse, receiving a blistering paddling from a 
leather-clad ‘Dominatrix’, 
my ass aflame, tears coursing down my face, and my cock 
throbbing - pre-cum dangling from its end.
	I was hooked.  I had probably been hooked when I first 
saw that ad.  Certainly, when I was paddled.  Undoubtedly, 
after my paddling, when Wanda deigned to allow my ‘worship’ of 
her luscious body - fore and aft - with my attentive lips and 
tongue.
	Afterwards, I found that the only way what I now 
considered as ‘vanilla sex’ remained enjoyable with Vanessa, 
was if I thought of the paddle while fucking Vanessa.
	Things could have remained fine with Vanessa and me but 
I (stupidly) figured that it would be better to say ‘adios’ to 
Wanda and share my newfound knowledge with my lady-love.
	Vanessa reacted as if I had told her of a penchant for 
oral sex with French Poodles or Border Collies.  An incredible 
fight ensured and within a couple of days, I was moving out 
amid assurances to Vanessa that I would continue to maintain 
her apartment for her and provide her with a generous 
allowance.
	"Too kinky", she had said.  "Sick.  Perverted."  I 
guess that she didn’t like the idea of having her own sex slave 
as much as I liked the idea of serving in that capacity!
	It was with thoughts of Vanessa that I finally drifted 
off to sleep. Thoughts of her in leather. Thoughts of her in 
command of me, demanding all of the naughty things that Wanda 
had liked.
II
	"Hello, Vanessa?  It’s Peggy."
	"Hi, Peggy.  How’d it go?"
	"Exactly as you said that it would.  I still can’t 
believe that you knew the way Dave would react to my call!"
	"Tell me."
	"As you predicted, he thought I’d gotten a wrong number 
and he pretended to be Bill.  From there, he went into a kinky 
fantasy and ended up beating off for me.  Too weird."
	"How’d you leave it?"
	"I told him that I’d call in the morning and that he 
could look forward to serving my roommate and me after we had 
paddled him soundly."
	"Is that all that you told him?"
	"I told him that he should think of my roommate on her 
knees, eating me, while he entertained us with his 
masturbation.  I told him that I’d spank him over my knee until 
he came on my thighs and then have him lick it up."
	"Peggy, you naughty thing, you.  When you call him in 
the morning, arrange for him to be at your place tomorrow 
evening before sundown.  I’ll get there an hour or so before 
then so that we can get prepared.  Did you make the other 
arrangements?"
	"The other guests should arrive around 9:00 PM.  Your 
wedding dress has already been delivered.  Flowers will be 
delivered while Carol and I are warming up Dave’s butt.
	"I spoke with your attorney and the contracts are ready 
for me to pick up.  I’ll drop by her office after lunch and 
have them ready for you and Dave’s signatures.
	"The attorney said that your contract will be 
completely legal and binding; however, you’ll of course have to 
get married again after you’ve secured a license and all.  The 
ceremony is to be performed, as you know, by my sister, who, 
while sitting as a judge, is kinkier than I."
	"Thanks, Peggy.  I wouldn’t be able to pull this off 
without you.  I’ll see you tomorrow evening.  Have a good time 
with Dave and leave some for me.  Understand, I simply want him 
to be warmed up a bit.  I’ll see to his initiation, in front of 
our guests, after the ceremony."
	"Good night, Vanessa."
III
	Vanessa and I have been married now for over a year.  A 
lot of guys would say that I’m nuts to obey and serve my wife 
but we’re happy as clams.  Neither of us works - my inheritance 
gives us the freedom to simply live life to its fullest.  Peggy 
and her new husband spend a good deal of time at our country 
estate along with several other ‘like-minded’ couples, enjoying 
the privacy afforded by our 1,000+ acres of woodland, ‘No 
Trespassing’ signs, and miles of chain-link fence.  The ladies, 
for their part, enjoy having more than one attentive husband to 
serve them, from fetching them food and drink to more intimate 
tasks - bathing and massaging them, sexually serving them, and 
submitting to their every whim - to include, of course, the 
infliction of corporal ‘punishment’.
	We men acquiesce to such treatment because…well, 
because we find something appealing about being a sexual slave 
to a group of attractive, highly sexual women.
	Go figure.




