A Husband's Punishment Ch. 02 - Sex Stories

A Husband's Punishment Ch. 02

... for your slave to understand the consequences of disobedience. As for my slave, well, he knew what would happen. It is important to not withold corrective action when needed, or they'll continue to misbehave."

Goddess Nicole's slave let out a quiet sob as she yanked on his leash and began to walk around to the back hall in the direction of the bathroom.

"Sit on your slave's face while I do this," she commanded. "But make sure he can hear what happens to bad little boys."

Goddess Nicole and her slave entered the bathroom, and I heard the door lock behind her. Goddess Celeste beckoned for me, and I dared not behave. In moments my face was buried beneath her as she sat on the couch, her fat sweaty cheeks enveloping me once again. A soft 'poot' quickly followed, and I was again in her scent training prison.

Despite being buried, I could hear Goddess Nicole's slave begging for mercy in the bathroom.

"Please, please, I swear I'll be good," he pleaded. "I didn't mean to..."

His begging was soon cut off, presumably buried in her ass. I could hear my heartbeat thumping in my ear while I waited for what happened next.

"I think I know what's in store for him," Goddess Celeste broke the silence. "Listen carefully. You do not want to suffer this fate, but I will reluctantly inflict it on you for your own good if I must."

I gulped, nearly forgetting the stale stench surrounding me inside of Goddess Celeste's ass. A loud rippling sound suddenly emerged from the ...

... bathroom. I heard a man cry out, and suddenly his voice was silenced and replaced with a wet, long fart. I knew that sound, it was not just gas. My eyes widened in horror as I gasped.

Goddess Celeste laughed. "That is exactly what you think it is," she spoke. "The ultimate fate for misbehaving little husbands. Don't think for a moment you're immune to it just because I care about you."

She paused as Goddess Nicole's husband let out another muffled cry. "Now stick your tongue deep inside of me. I might as well enjoy this moment."

Without hesitation I did as I was told. The taste of stale farts once again filled my mouth as I eagerly lapped at my wife's asshole. This may be disgusting, but it was certainly nothing compared to what that poor man was going through. I swore to myself to never be in that position, and to do whatever Goddess Celeste asked of me.

The gross noises continued from the bathroom for a while, often punctuated with brief sobs. I lapped away at Goddess Celeste's asshole, powering through the occasional fart as I did so. She moaned as I pleasured her, enjoying the newfound eagerness of her slave.

"Now this is what I was expecting earlier," Goddess Celeste let out between sighs of pleasure. "I guess all it took was a bit of inspiration."

Part of me wanted to scream and cry. This was not inspiration. It was a sinister mix of torture and animal training. I was doing this because I had to, not because I wanted to please her. But, a strange feeling in ...