The Humiliation of Carol
By JustJake051
Part One
Chapter One
It was going to be fun. Her first ever "Girl's Night Out". Carol Preston's two friends, Sharon and Milly, promised her the time of her life. They were all going to let go, have fun and let their hair down. They all agreed. They would leave the phones at home, so no calls about work, husbands, anything. Cut the cord, they said, and they agreed. And Carol was by no means a party girl. Married to her husband, Dean, for six years, she was now a quiet, work-from-home wife. Considered timid by most of the people she met, she was not really comfortable in most social situations. And that's why the "Girls Night Out" seemed irresistible to her. It was time to let her hair down.
A slender woman with shoulder-length brown hair and small breasts, Carol stood five foot, eight inches tall, but her slight frame always made her look tiny. She wore a size 2 dress size and finding clothes she liked was often a challenge. While she had small breasts, she also had quite large nipples that seemed to be always erect, always sticking out, a huge point of embarrassment for her. She rarely ever wore makeup. Despite her bright blue eyes and big smile, Carol never considered herself an attractive woman. Rather, she mostly felt invisible. "The mousy one with dishwater brown hair," was how she once overheard her husband describe her. But tonight, she had done her makeup and made the full decision to go out with the girls and have a wild time.
Their sex life with her husband was reserved, but fine she thought. Once, perhaps every two months, they would have sex, missionary position, orderly and always very controlled. Always in control, that was Dean. It would all be over in 15 minutes. Although two years younger than Carol, Dean Preston was quite a serious man, and she knew she could always depend on him. Dean was considerate, but emotionally cool toward her.
However, in his social circle, Dean was a star, the leader of the pack. And that was fine with Carol. With his golfing buddies, the country club friends and his work pals, he was everyone's friend. And Carol accepted that, even enjoyed it a little. It took all decision making off her shoulders. And Dean was a good provider, with his job creating inventory management software for a large corporation in the city. So, with Dean's and Carol's income, they could afford a very nice home in a nice neighborhood. Their beautiful home was in a quiet suburban community outside of a large West Coast city and they were friends or acquaintances with most of the folks in the neighborhood.
The one thing she was sure about was that she loved being married. It was a security blanket that she needed. And she felt her marriage was good, solid. Carol truly loved that security of her marriage. It provided her with the comfort level she had wanted all of her life. A well-educated woman, with a degree in sociology and a master's in psychology, she had a solid and comfortable career of her own. Plus, she had just started on her online Doctoral degree in Psychology and Human Behavior from one of the best Psych programs on the West Coast. Carol worked quietly from home, teaching online classes in Psych 101 at a huge global online university. She would give the lessons and then the tests, grade them and be done. And she liked that. Carol never had to meet or facetime with any students.
So, it was the offer of fun and letting go was both unique and irresistible to Carol. Tonight was the "Girls Night Out, and the bar was a wild scene from the first moment they arrived. No sooner had they walked in the door than three young men were all over them. Soon they were all at a table, laughing and drinking. And the entire group was doing heavy tequila shots. Carol was not much of a drinker, but one would never have known it from her actions that night. Carol's young man looked to be in his early twenties, with heartthrob looks and gorgeous blue eyes, she thought. And he was all over her, his hands caressing every part of her body. She had never known anything like this. And there were more tequila shots.
It wasn't long before Sharon and Milly disappeared with the other two men, leaving Carol alone with the young man. And there was more tequila. Two hours passed and Carol was very drunk. She kept looking around for the girls, but nothing. And the night kept getting later, and still more tequila. The Adictivo Tequila Raposado was clear and sweet and very drinkable. Probably too drinkable for Carol. Everything had become a haze, but she kept looking for the girls so they could go home. But they weren't there. And more drinks. More tequila.
"Where's they go?" she slurred, and the young man said, "Dunno. Probably across the street. We all got motel rooms there."
Soon, Carol and the young man decided to leave. He absolutely refused to let her go out by herself. She was way too drunk and ready to pass out at any moment, he said. He was holding her upright as they staggered out of the bar at midnight and went across the street to the cheap hotel adjacent to the bar.
Before she knew what was happening, Carol was in bed in a motel room, getting the fucking of her thirty-four-year-old life. The guy's dick was large, and he seemed to be able to fuck all night, she thought, in those lucid moments when her mind cleared a little. Carol didn't remember much, but she did know the guy could fuck, all night. They would fuck, take another swallow of tequila from the half empty bottle next to the bed and fuck again.
He kept commenting that her hips were "wild," and she was really "hot to fuck". She didn't know what he meant, so she just laughed. With very little fat on her body, her pubic bone was a bit unusual in that it protruded more than most women's. Her pubic mound was tilted out and she really was unaware of the effect during sex, but that night she pushed down and ground so hard against the young magnificent cock, it made him stay incredibly hard and come instantly when she did it. Her thick patch of brown pubic hair normally made her unaware of how much that her mons Venus stuck out, but tonight she thought she could feel it constantly rubbing, pressing hard against his penis and his pelvic bone. But for the most part, Carol was well beyond thinking, at that point. This was certainly her first time for anything like this. And there was more tequila.
Chapter Two
Carol Preston awoke the next morning with both pain and remorse. She was naked and alone in an empty motel room, with no trace of the young man. The only thing that remained was an empty tequila bottle on the stand next to the bed. She desperately tried to clear her head. Remembering very little of the night before, Carol had vague images of what had happened. She remembered him fucking her, and then her on top, wildly bouncing up and down on his giant member. And she remembered orgasms. Oh my god, she thought, she had orgasms with this man! She remembered having several orgasms, with him behind her, pounding her hard.
"Oh, God, what have I done?" she thought.
Trying to dress, she could only find one of her shoes and no panties. She stepped into the bright sunlight and was instantly hit with shame, regret and a little self-loathing, not to mention the stares and laughter from the people she passed on the way to her car. When she got home, Dean was standing in the living room, waiting for her.
"I was getting ready to call the police. Do you want to explain?" he said.
"We were partying, and we lost track of time. We got a motel room for the night," she lied.
"Never mind. Well, we can talk about it tonight. I'm late as hell," Dean said as he headed out the door.
She sat in the tub most of the day, a hot bath trying to wash away her shame, the lies and her desperation. But there was more wrong than her shame. Her vagina was quite sore. But her anus was really sore and tender. She didn't understand. Something was wrong. Then it hit her. She realized she had anal sex with the guy. She had never done anal before with anyone. She knew Dean couldn't handle this bit of information about his wife. She wasn't sure she could. What had she done? What had she become? What would happen to their marriage if Dean learned the truth?
That evening, sitting at the dinner table, she tried to explain last night with more lies. And then she just cracked.
"Dean, I'm so sorry," she said, starting to cry. "I can't do this. I lied about last night. I got very drunk and had sex with a man I met at the bar." She decided that she had to withhold the anal news as too much for her husband.
"You should pack your things and leave. Now," Dean said coldly. "I'll start the divorce process tomorrow."
"Dean, please, I'm sorry. Can we try to work this out? I'll do anything to save our marriage," she sobbed. A long and cold silence filled the room. Then Dean spoke.
"If you want, we can try," he said, through clenched teeth. "We can stay married, but I'm not sure any apology you give is acceptable. You'll have to be punished for what you've done and live with the guilt. That's it. I don't see there is any other choice,' he said, and was silent for a minute. "This is severe. We can stay married, but you'll have to take whatever punishments I give you," he added.
Carol agreed to any punishment Dean would lay out, willing to do anything to keep the marriage together. She imagined the punishment would be something like being grounded, losing her driving privileges, or something childish like that. But she truly believed in their marriage. True, she could count on two fingers the number of times he had actually said "I love you" to her. And he really was her first. She hadn't had sex with other men before him. It was only Dean. But Carol wasn't a virgin when they were married. Her father took that honor years before, after she turned eighteen in high school. Her mother had passed away when she was six, so it was just Carol and her abusive father. She couldn't wait to leave home and escape the nightmare. She finished school and left, worked her way through college and then graduate school. Then she met Dean. And Carol wanted to be married more than anything.
Now, she was desperate to find a way to save that marriage and beg for his forgiveness. The next two days were cold in the Preston household, with little said between them. Heading off to work, on the third day, Dean stopped as he was going out the door.
"You'll be punished tonight. There's a plastic bag in the hall closet. Read the note and do exactly what it says. And be ready at seven o'clock when I get home," Dean said coldly, and left.
Now worried, Carol walked to the closet and retrieved the plastic shopping bag. In the bag was a brief note with some instructions, a cheap dress, a blindfold and some underwear. The underwear looked like he bought at an adult sex shop somewhere, along with the cheap dress. The bra was just a handful of inexpensive nylon lace, with no cups for the breasts. The panties were the same cheap red lace, but crotchless. She would never have worn something like that in all her life. But everything now had changed. She was mortified to even put them on. She looked in the mirror at the cheap whore looking back at her. But in her mind, her cheating behavior would warrant the clothes. So, she left them on and decided she deserved whatever was coming to her.
It was seven o'clock that evening and as instructed, Carol Preston stood in the middle of the living room, blindfolded and waiting. She could hear Dean come in, but he said nothing. He grabbed her hands and quickly tied her wrists together in front of her.
"Dean? Dean? What are you doing?" she asked but got no reply. She felt leather and cold metal around her neck, a collar of some kind, she realized. She felt Dean tug and then a quick jerk and she realized she was now on a leash and being pulled through the house. She could tell that he had taken her into the garage, her bare feet now standing on the cold concrete.
He took her hands and untied them, only to quickly reattach them to what seemed like leather cuffs hanging above her head, her toes now barely touching the garage floor. She realized that she was now suspended from the garage ceiling.
"Tonight, you will be punished. And there will be only the truth from you from now on. You can choose to stop now. You will be packed up and kicked out of the house tonight. Do you understand?"
Still blindfolded, Carol slowly nodded in agreement. She could hear scissors cutting, felt the cool air of the garage on her bare back. She felt the cheap dress being cut away, felt it fall open in the back. Moments passed and more silence. Suddenly she felt a tug, and the cheap panties were then cut away. And then the cheap bra fell away, snipped in the front and the back. Carol hung there, suspended from the ceiling, naked, the dress now in shreds at her feet.
"Now, you will be spanked," she heard Dean say.
