When she got home, Elaine unpacked her shopping as quickly as she could, almost throwing things into cupboards. She could feel how wet her exposed pussy was, and it needed satisfying.
As soon as she was upstairs, she pulled open the draw that had her sex toys in, she had collected quite a few since her husband had left, one she thought was called 'bully boy' was what she pulled out. It was quite large, or though not the largest she had, she had two that were larger, the largest hurt and she did not put it inside, and she had definitely been over optimistic with that one. 'Bully boy, was a good size, slightly bigger than most men she had been with, but the real bonus of it was the energetic vibrate, she could feel it strongly in her clit, when it was inside her.
Her hand went down to her pussy with its missing panties, the thought of him with them made butterflies in her pussy, it was so wet, and her clit felt so sensitive. She pushed bully inside, it slipped in easy, and then she turned the dial to start the vibrate, it felt good as she started to massage down each side of her clit, not quite touching it with two fingers of her other hand.
Elaine closed her eyes, and was whisked away into her own world, she was back in that SUV, forced face down between the front seats, hands held behind her back, exposed from her spanking. But she was not let go, before she knew it a bully of a cock was pressing against her pussy, then it was forced inside, until she felt skin against her bottom, pulsating away in her pussy. The cock was withdrawn and pushed back in, in such a brutal manner that her knees lifted off the floor. Elaine's hand applied pressure to her clit, and it took, moments for her to feel that hot sensation rush across her body, she moaned as she cam, but didn't stop.
She was being rammed so hard from behind that her knees didn't get chance to fall back to the floor, she was grunting hard as this bully of a cock smashed into her time and time again, then slaps started to rain down onto her sore red arse, making the spanked areas smart.
A voice, his voice, spoke from behind her, 'You need to learn to be a good girl or this will just get worse.'
'Yes, master,' Elaine said, 'punish me I am still such a bad girl.'
She imagined, the pounding got even harder, it hurt, oh that was good, she felt herself being pulled back by her arms, the only thing that was preventing her being thrown into the front of the car by thrusts. Elaine felt her second orgasm rise, it burst out making her body shake, sparks of electricity firing across her body, the image faded from her mind, her breathing was fast and shallow and sweat was running from her brow. She was aware of how hard she had been thrusting the 'bully boy' and her pussy was sore, that was a mistake she thought, although that orgasm wasn't, she lay there quite satisfied, not wanting to move for a minute.
After Elaine had cleared up, and pulled a new pair of lace panties from the draw she went downstairs, there was a missed call on her phone from her daughter. The voice mail said they were staying at their dads again tonight, he was taking them shopping tomorrow. That was about right, he always brought their love, but it did mean Elaine had a free Friday night, not that there was that much to do, the pubs had reopened, but you were not allowed to mix with people that you did not live with. She sat and thought for a moment then opened a new text message on her phone.
Elaine filled the 'to' field with, 'Alan,' then started typing, she entered, 'Alan,' then deleted it to start again.
'Master, when I got home I was immediately naughty in my room with a toy, your lesson must not have stuck as well as I hoped it would. I think we need to take the earliest opportunity to ensure I am properly punished, Elaine,' she read it to herself a couple of times, then with her heart in her mouth pressed send.
It took about 90 seconds for those tell-tale bubbles to appear, and she watched them feeling so excited. After about another 90 seconds a message popped up.
'Elaine, I am very disappointed in you! Clearly we need to do something more extreme to your bottom! Are you prepared and willing for that?'
Elaine read it, then read it again, what was more extreme? Her mind raced, mainly to things she did not like and did not want, but she started the reply.
'Yes Master, I will accept whatever you think is required. I am unexpectedly free this evening if you are?' again her stomach did backflips as she pressed send
The response started immediately, and when it arrived Elaine felt both elated, and terrified.
'Elaine that is acceptable, The Old Vic pub, on Hill top lane? 8pm? Be wearing a skirt, and no knickers.'
Elaine quickly typed a reply, 'Yes, yes, and OK,' then in a second message she typed, 'master'
Elaine started to prepare immediately, starting by preparing a simple pasta meal for one.
At 7:40 Elaine left the house, the pub was 15 minutes walk from hers, and after telling herself a million times she would be fashionably late, was restraining herself from leaving at 07:15. It was a very warm summer evening, and she had on a mid-thigh length brown leather skirt, with matching sandals. Her top was her best 'going out' top, a white blouse that dipped in the middle to reveal just enough of her cleavage to make most men look more than once, but most definitely didn't say tart.
Elaine carried the leather jacket that matched her skirt, she didn't need it now but might it this evening went late, with or without the jacket she looked good. As she walked she was very aware of not having panties on, as she walked up the steps beside the station she checked to ensure that nobody was about to follow her up. However when she was about two thirds of the way up two lads, about 17 walked around the corner at the top and started down, she was about two steps from the top when from behind her, same the call, 'Nice view Mrs!'
Elaine felt her cheeks glow red as she very quickly turned the corner and walked as fast as she could in the direction the boys had come from. 'Oh My God, that was humiliating,' she thought to herself, but tried to compose herself as she walked along the last bit of road to the pub. There were about 15 or 20 people sitting outside, but the main garden was hidden behind a hedge and she could not see how full that was. The bar was empty save for one guy ordering drinks, so she waited a safe distance away until he was done.
'Glass of Prosecco,' she said to the landlord, and waited with a tenner in her hand.
The drink was served quickly and she paid, before going back outside and across the car park to the main garden. The garden was full of picnic type tables, spread across the space, most slightly hidden by the plants and trees, it had a real secret garden feel that made it popular on nights like this. You could sit at the vast majority of tables and nobody had a direct line of sight to you. Elaine headed for the most secluded table that was not occupied, and sat down. She pulled out her phone and text Alan.
'I am in the garden, table on the left that is mostly hidden by the rhododendron.'
'I will be there in 10,' came the reply, 'good choice of table!'
Elaine sat and drank her bubbles, playing a game on her phone, trying to calm her nerves. She sat at the far end of the table, and from her position could see nobody else in the garden, although she could hear the children of the family on the other side by the entrance.
5 minutes after sitting down, her phone buzzed, it was a text from Alan.
'What you drinking?' was all it said.
'Prosecco,' she replied.
Two minutes later Alan appeared around the bush, carrying 2 bottles of Prosecco and an ice bucket with two glasses in it.
