Burke

Betty Burke was a middle-aged woman who had a mind of her own.  She married Bill Burke when she was twenty-five.  He was a no-good bum as far as she was concerned – he could never hold a job for more than six months at a time; he drank too much and gambled away whatever little money he did make.  She had wasted enough of her life with him, hoping things would change.

The day she left him she was unloading groceries when he came home and announced he had quit his job.  Right then and there she decided she was leaving the very next-day  – he had enough to eat for the next week, and the rent was paid til the end of the month, after that  he was on his own. That following morning, she packed her bag and left him a note on the kitchen table.  She got in her car on which she was still making payments, went to the bank, closed her account and drove out of town.  

No idea where she was going, Betty drove until she was tired and stopped in Springtown for gas and a bite to eat.  The café had a sign in the window for a waitress – she applied and was hired on the spot.  The gal who served her told her about Miss Lil who had a boarding house if she was interested.  She was interested all right, and after leaving the Westin Café drove to Miss Lil’s boarding house located at the end of Main Street. It was a large white Victorian, with rocking chairs on the porch and ferns hung from the rafters.  Betty pictured Miss Lil to be a little old white-haired lady who rented to boarders to subsidize her income.  Boy, was she wrong.  Miss Lil was a good fifteen years younger than her, and a widow whose husband left her the house.  It had belonged to his grandparents and their parents before then.  Some say it was haunted – but if it was, no one knew for sure, least of all Miss Lil.  Betty didn’t care one way or the other.

There were no other residents at the time, so Miss Lil rented Betty the best room in the house, after hers of course.  It was on the second floor, a large bright room with an en suite and a balcony.  The room was furnished with females in mind.  There was a large bed covered in a pale yellow coverlet with dainty white flowers along with a comfortable boudoir chair and ottoman, slip covered in ecru, as well as a small desk and chair.  The closet had built in shelves on one side and a hanging bar on the other. Betty loved it and felt she could be very comfortable. 

Miss Lil, who immediately became Lil, was a hoot.  Everyone knew her, and she was involved in every event held in Springtown, and the rest of the county for that matter.  She dragged Betty along whenever she wasn’t working and soon Betty felt as if she knew everyone in Springtown and had lived there forever. 

Lil put her in touch with Jim Branson, the local attorney to arrange the divorce from Bill. Jim Branson was a looker, a widower with grown children and once the business with Betty and Bill’s divorce concluded; he asked her to dinner.  He was a charming man, polite manners, great conversationalist, took her to the nicest places, and she enjoyed his company.  He chastely kissed her goodnight after each of their dates and after about the fifth date, she wondered if he was ever to take it any further.  When she received another chaste kiss, she tried taking the kiss to another level.  He pulled back and Betty was surprised.

“Did I do something wrong?”

“On the contrary,  Betty, I like you and enjoy being with you.”

“Then, what just happened?”

“There’s something about me that you don’t know, and that you need to know if you want to take this further.”

“You’re in good standing with the ABA, so you can’t be a criminal, everyone knows you’re a widower, there’s no gossip about you, so unless it’s a medical condition, I can’t imagine what I need to know.”  He laughed

“No, Betty it’s not a medical condition, and you need to know because you have to consent to be a willing participant.”

“Now my curiosity is peaked.”

“I’m an attorney and well known member of this community, what I have to tell you could jeopardize my standing if it becomes public knowledge.”

“You’re scaring me.”

“I don’t mean to, but I have to be very careful.  Can I trust you to keep my secret whether or not you choose to accept?”

“Cross my heart and hope to die,” she said with a grin and crossed her heart.

“Do you know what a Dom is?”

“I’m not sure what you mean.”

“Dominant derives from the Latin word dominus which means “lord or master.”  If you’re dominant, it means you treat others as if you’re their master. Dom is just a shorter version of a dominant. Now do you know what I mean?”

“It means you’re a control freak.”

“In a way, but it’s more than that.  I’m sure you’ve noticed I can be very brusque – it’s something I have to work at in my professional life, so I don’t offend clients.  I just like to get to the point, and I’m hem hawing around this.  The bottom line is I belong to and play at a private club, a BDSM club.

“B and D, bondage and discipline?”

“Yes.”

“Men like you making slaves of women?”

“Not always, sometimes it is the female who is the dominant.”  By this time in the conversation, Betty was in complete shock but still wanted to hear more.  “It’s all consensual.  I don’t go all the time, but it is an outlet for me.  When my wife was alive it was different, we played together.”

“Played – you played with your wife.”

“Yes, we learned very early on in our relationship; she was a submissive.  Domination doesn’t have to be a twenty-four seven thing.  For us it was sexual fun. We didn’t go into it as deeply as some, but we played with cuffs and ropes, as well as floggers and paddles.  It’s the same with other women.  Many fantasize about having a man take charge in the bedroom, and if she doesn’t find a partner to dance with, so to speak, she can join the club, and her fantasies become a reality.”

“Do you want to take me to this club?”

“If you want to, I can take you as my guest but there are rules and papers you have to sign first.  However, what I’m really telling you is that I would like to play with you, not necessarily at the club but at home.  Do you think you would be interested in this type of lifestyle – not all the time, mind you, but in the bedroom?  It doesn’t have to be every time but would once in a while appeal to you?”

“Wow, Jim, this is a lot to take in.  To say I’m surprised is an understatement, and I’m not saying no but I do have to think about it.  I really doubt I would ever want to visit the club, but never say never.”  He tucked a strand of her behind her ear, his fingers leaving a  behind a tingle.

“When you think you’re ready we can talk about this some more, but basically it comes down to I would love to have sex with you, I just don’t want it to always be vanilla.”

“Vanilla.”

He laughed.  “Yeah, it’s a term we use for people who don' have alternative sex."

This time when he reached in to kiss her, he took a nip at her lip. When she opened her mouth, he pushed his tongue into her mouth.  She immediately responded to this invasion and felt an effect she never expected – Jim felt it too.  Cupping her bottom, he brought her in closer until she could feel his erection.  He released her, and his smile told her he was hoping her answer would be yes to a future relationship.

He turned and left her then, calling out he would be waiting for her answer.  He was leaving the ball in her court.

A couple of days later, after thinking it to death, she called Jim.  “Okay, I’m willing to give it a try.”  He invited her to dinner at his place the following Friday night. 

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She was nervous as she rang Jim’s doorbell.  “Door’s open, c’mon in,” she heard from somewhere in the house.  He was walking toward the door, dressed in khakis and an olive-drab long-sleeve shirt rolled up at the elbows, loafers and no socks. He looked sexy as hell, and she recognized what had attracted her in the first place – he could call it dominance she called it confidence.  He was a man who was comfortable in his own skin and didn’t rely on someone else’s approval of him.  He enveloped her in his arms.

“I was pleased to get your call.”  He could feel her tenseness.  “Relax, I’m not going to eat you alive.  We’ll take this one step at a time, and I assure you; you are going to be begging for more.  First, we’re going to have some wine and then dinner.”

 The wine at dinner went a long way toward relaxing Betty.  When they retired to the living room, he sat down on the couch and patted the spot next to him, Betty was nervous but accepted the invitation to sit.  He took her hand in his and brought it to his lips – his lips were so soft; she turned to him and kissed his full lips, taking a nip the way he had done to her on their previous date. 

“Mischievous little one, you’re not supposed to be taking the lead; that's my job. Naughty girls get spanked.”  She nipped his lip again, a little harder this time.  He pulled her across his lap, lifted her dress and spied the lacy black thongs.  “Did you buy these just for my enjoyment, you bad girl?  If so, it would be unappreciative of me to remove them so quickly. I’m going to just admire them and the bottom they’re covering for a minute or two.”  His hand was caressing her bottom the whole time he spoke, when he finished he raised his hand and brought it down firmly in the middle of her cheeks – Betty jumped, not from the pain but from the sound of the strike as it echoed in the room. Before she had time to process, his hand struck again, this time on her right cheek and quickly on her left cheek.  After ten smacks, he removed those lacy thongs and dipped his fingers into the proof of her arousal and pleasure.  “Shall I continue?” he asked.

He heard a low mewling sound and chuckled to himself.  “I guess the answer is yes,” she made a slight move to nod her head.  He spanked twice more and then kneaded those pink cheeks before moving on to other things.  Somehow, during the lovemaking that followed they ended up on the floor.  When they went to rise, they both laughed because they had to hold onto the sofa to help them up.

“You think maybe next time we should try the bed instead?” Betty asked and they both laughed. 

“I think you may have a point?  Beside the bed, what else might you want to do the next time?”

Blushing she answered that she loved all of it.  “Even the spanking?”

“Even the spanking, I would have never guessed getting your bottom toasted could be so damn sexy and hot.”  He laughed at her remark before asking if she would be willing to try it again along with some other things.

“Yes, yes, yes.”

“How about you and I make a date to go on a little shopping expedition?  There are so many things I would like to introduce you to.”

“I’d like that.  I imagine you’re going to teach this old middle- aged woman a lot of new tricks.”

“First off, you are by no means old and second, I’m going to love teaching you how to experience things that take you beyond your current comfort level,” he told her with a lascivious grin on his face.

“Do you want to spend the night or go back to Miss Lil’s?”

“If I don’t go back, Lil will be on me like white on rice in the morning. Besides, this is a small town with lots of gossip.  After all, you have your professional reputation to protect, isn’t that what you told me?   I think it’s best I go home tonight.”

“Hoisted by my own petard.”   They kissed goodnight and she drove away.

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The following week Jim and Betty visited the shopping mall in the closest big city.  After lunch at an outdoor bistro, Jim walked Betty into Leather and Lace – a store that sold vanilla and alternative specialty sex items.  Betty’s eyes were as wide as saucers when she walked into the store.  She was blushing from head to toe and Jim assured her that no one in that store or any of the other customers cared what they were looking at or buying – “after all,” he said “they’re here too.”  That put Betty somewhat at ease as Jim directed her toward the sex toys.  The display was dazzling – butt plugs, benwa balls, lubes of every flavor and sort, nipple and clitoral clamps – all things new to Betty.  Her trusty vibrator was her only toy and even that was child’s play compared to the ones that were on display at Leather and Lace. 

“What items call out to you Betty?”  Jim asked.  Betty looked at him as if he had two heads.

“Why don’t you tell me what you think we would both enjoy?”

“For starters, have you ever experienced anal sex?”  Betty blushed again.

“No.” she managed to stammer out.

“Are you averse to trying it?”

“I don’t know, am I?”

“I’m told it’s quite pleasurable once you get past the initial squeamishness and pain of it. I would imagine the first time is comparable to the first time you had intercourse.”

Betty had never had conversations of this sort with someone of the opposite sex.  She couldn’t believe how casual Jim discussed these topics – she didn’t consider herself prudish but he was far and above more aware and open about these topics.

“If I don’t like it, we can stop.”

“That goes without saying – we can stop at anytime with anything we try if you’re not receiving pleasure.  That’s what this is all about Betty – pleasure – yours and mine.”

“Then I’ll let you decide.”

Jim picked up a small glass butt plug, lube, ben wa balls, hand and wrist cuffs, before they walked to the other end of the store where the floggers, belts, paddles and straps were kept.

“Want to try any of these?” he asked.

“Once again, I’ll let you decide as long as I get to say ‘stop’ or ‘no.’”

This time he picked up a suede flogger, and a leather paddle.  “I think we’ll start with these and then we can pick up other items if and when we want them.  Okay with you.”

“As I said, I’m letting you be the leader.”

“I like the sound of that.” 

“Yeah, but don’t let it go to your head,” She joked. 

“Now for the lace portion of the shop,” Jim said as he walked Betty over to the apparel side of the store.  He picked out a corset, bra and thongs, alone with fishnet hose and a garter belt.

“Take these in and try them on.  I want to see how they fit and look.”  Betty took them into the dressing room but wasn’t sure how she was going to find the courage to step out of the dressing room to model them for Jim.  After she had been in the room an inordinate length of time, the sales girl asked if she was having trouble.  Betty answered no and figured she had stalled long enough.  When she started to step out of the dressing room, she saw Jim sitting in a chair just outside the door.  She merely had to stay in the confines of the dressing room and he could see her.  She pirouetted so he saw all angles and when she saw him smiling she lost part of her embarrassment. “I think they will do nicely – how do you feel about them?” he asked. 

“Okay, I guess.  It’s you that has to like them, isn’t it?”

“And I do,” he laughed as he said those words, “but I want you to feel sexy in them.”

“I do,” and they both laughed at the spoken words.         

“I think we’re done here unless there’s something else you would like to try.”

“No, I think I’m good.”

Jim purchased the items.  They stopped for a glass of wine before they headed home.

“I’d like to try some of our purchases tonight?  How do you feel about that Betty?”

“Okay,” she answered meekly. 

“Do you want to stop for dinner before or have dinner after we try our new toys.  If we stop home first, we could try out the ben wa balls and then go to dinner.”

Having no idea what the ben wa balls were, she said that would be fine with her.  Jim smiled and thought have how much fun he was having and hoped that she would enjoy the experience too.

Arriving home, he prepared the ben wa balls, while Betty unpacked the rest of the items.

“Do you want to slip into your corset or save that for another time?” 

“I think I’d like to save it.”

“Then why don’t you go to the bedroom, undress and wait for me.  I’ll be there pronto.”

Betty was a little anxious at how excited Jim was acting.  He entered the room carrying the suede flogger and the little balls.  He gave her the balls to hold so she had an idea of their weight.

“Lie face down on the bed Betty,”

“Is this going to hurt?”

“Only if you want it too.”  He watched her body relax and gently trailed the suede flogger across her back, bottom and legs several times.  He told her to spread her legs so he could reach her inner thighs.  She did so and he heard her pleasured moans as the flogger slid up and down her body and occasionally tease her pleasure center.  He could see the moisture gathered there and rolled her over so he could continue using the flogger to increase her arousal.  He circled her breasts and down her torso and around her mons as she moaned with pleasure.  He stopped and rolled her over again – after a few sharp spanks to her behind, he fingered her to orgasm.

“Time for the balls, Betty.” He held them out to her with instructions to take them in her mouth.  She looks at him strangely.  “You’ll be warming them up and lubricating them at the same time.” 

“Oh,” and she opened her mouth.  The balls felt strange in her mouth but her saliva cooperated and started pooling around the objects. “Lay down on the bed, face front, and raise your legs high in the air.” Jim removed them from her mouth and slowly pushed them into her vagina, one by one.  She sensed them but it wasn’t until she stood and experienced the weight of them as they bottomed out  that she can really felt them.

“Okay?” Jim asked.

“I think so.”

“Walk a little bit and let me know what you think.”  Betty walked to the bathroom and  found the sensations  titillating. So that’s what these are for, she said to herself.

“What do you think?”

“I think I could get used to this.”  His smile is from ear to ear.

“Get dressed and let’s go to dinner, if they feel uncomfortable, you can remove them but I hope you will allow me the pleasure of doing that when we get back home.”  Betty shivered, thinking about those shiny metal objects doing delicious things to her vagina.

By the time, they returned from dinner, Betty was squirming like a little girl having to relieve herself. No words between them, Jim took her to the bedroom, sat down on the bed and pulled her across his lap.  He pushed up her dress and caressed her bottom, running his had smoothly over her silky panties, circling her ample globes and driving her to distraction.  She found herself  pushing up into his hand and grinding her pelvis into his knee.  “Are you being naughty again, girl?  Do you need a spanking to remind you to behave?  I think you do.”  She felt the sting of his hand as it came down hard on her backside.  He spanked, then caressed and kneaded her backside, each motion causing the balls to rub against her insides, raising her arousal. He fueled her fire by spanking, kneading and massaging her backside over and over again until he declared her bottom to be the perfect shade of pink.  He rolled her onto her back, slid down her panties and yanked out the balls with one pull.  She almost climaxed then.  As she watched in eager anticipation, he slowly removed his clothes and sheathed himself.  He pulled her down toward the end of the bed and told her to raise her legs and rest them on this shoulder. He adjusted himself and plunged his rock hard shaft into her waiting wetness.  She sighed and his first thrust brought her to her first climax.  As he continued his thrusts, she could feel herself rising again and when he released his sperm, she came right along with him.  After a few moments, he rolled off and onto his side. 

“So what did you think?”  All she could manage was a huge smile.  He kissed her and as he rose from the bed heading to the bathroom.  “I think that concludes the lesson for tonight, don’t you?”