The Tribulations of Paul Hawkins

[Simonssister]

Chapter 14.  Man and Boy.

Once upstairs Paul began to get cold feet.
“Cynthia, I’m not sure about this
.”
“Why?  Seems to me you’ve made quite a hit with my friend.”
“I dunno
.  Don’t you think these hot pants
well, don’t you think they’re a bit
you know
”
“What?  Don’t be silly.  They’re very smart.  Now come on,  Don’t keep her waiting.”

When Cynthia was quite satisfied with him, when she had combed his schoolboy hair and adjusted his pants, she ushered him downstairs and into the lounge.  Tanya was a perceptive woman, and understood exactly what was required of her.  She was waiting on the sofa holding the thing which had given the game away – Paul’s cap.
“Come here, love,” she said, gently.  “Let me put this on you
there.  Now let me look at you.”
Paul stood awkwardly in front of her, picking shyly at the frills on the left leg of his hot pants.  Tanya thought she had never seen anything so cute in her life.  Her two overwhelming feelings were a desire to smile, and a desire to cuddle him.  But she resisted both.  And she ignored the mound of his pen-is outlined by the thin latex.
“You look amazing, Paul,” she said, seriously.  “If I weren’t engaged, I think I’d do my best to steal you from Cynthia.  I hope she appreciates you, or I might still try.”
Paul was beginning to lose his self-consciousness.  He let go the frills and put his hand on his hip.
“Seriously, Cynthia, he’s such a darling.  You’re so lucky.  Looking at him, I’m even beginning to go off Roger.”
Cynthia played along.  “I know.  He’s a cute guy all right.  I regret to say I’m not always as nice to him as I should be, I know.”
That’s an understatement, thought Paul.
“I wish I saw more of you guys.  Especially you, Paul.  No offence, Cynthia.  When you come to mine you often leave Paul at home.”
That’s right, thought Paul.  Cos you know I fancy her.  You get jealous.  But look at the stuff you do to me!
“Perhaps you could both come over tomorrow,” she continued.  “Roger’s away for the whole weekend.”
“I’m sorry, said Cynthia, “I’m busy tomorrow.”
Yeah, busy fuc-king Danny, thought Paul.  He had been warned he’d be over again on Sunday.
“What about Paul?”
Paul suddenly became animated.  A day with Tanya?  Yes, please.  “I’m not doing anything,” he piped up.  “Cynthia, could I go?  Please?”
Tanya had to smile.  Not only was he dressed like a kid, but he was behaving like one too!  She thought she was going to burst under the excess of cuteness.
“Well, maybe
” began Cynthia, feigning reluctance.
But now Paul was determined.  “I don’t see why I shouldn’t.  Tanya’s invited me.  And you’re “busy”, aren’t you?”
“Well, all right, darling, if Tanya doesn’t mind
”
“Mind?  I’d love to have Paul for the day.”  Now everyone was behaving as if Paul was a nine-year-old. 
Paul was ecstatic.  He leant forward and gave Tanya a hug.
“That’s settled then,” she said.  “If you’re busy, Cynth, I’ll come over and pick him up in the morning.”
“Would you?  That’d be great.”

For the rest of the day, Paul was a changed person.  He was cheerful, obliging, and animated.  He had been transformed into a little boy, excited at the prospect of a day with Auntie Tanya.  The women were highly amused, but also enchanted.  They were careful not to do anything to break the spell.  They treated him with motherly solicitude, smiling at his antics, listening attentively to his chatter.  When he wasn’t looking, they exchanged surprised glances.  In the evening, when they were sitting down watching television, Paul cuddled up to Tanya on the sofa and put his arms around her like a child.  She felt her heart melt with tenderness, strangely mingled  with sexual attraction.  Her hand was in her lap, only inches from the little bulge in his hot pants.  It would have been so easy
  But she compressed her lips, and focussed on the programme.

When it was time for her to leave, she embraced each of them in turn, gave Paul a pat on his bottom, and promised not to be late the next day.  As soon as she got home, she rang Cynthia and they marvelled over the turn events had taken.
“You were wonderful, Tanya.”
“I knew what you wanted.  I did my best.”
“You did it perfectly.  I think he’s quite attached to his new outfit now, thanks to you.  I love him in it.  He’s just so sweet.”
“Oh my god, he’s delicious!  Don’t worry.  I’m going to do all I can to reinforce it.  He’s such a doll!”
More than you know, thought Cynthia.
“Well, see you in the morning.”
“You will.  Bye!”
“Bye.”
Cynthia put down her phone, and gave a little whistle.  She’s the best, she thought.  Just as well she’s having him tomorrow.  It’ll free up me and Danny.  She grinned.  But I wouldn’t be surprised if he’s quite disappointed!

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Chapter 15.  At Tanya’s.

Paul awoke on Sunday morning with a good, firm erection.  He couldn’t remember what he had been dreaming about, but he knew Tanya came into it somehow.  He had a cool shower, which calmed him considerably.  Then came the question of what to wear.  Was he going to wear his normal clothes, or
?  He frowned.  After considering for a while, he put on his jeans and T-shirt and made his way downstairs.  Cynthia was making coffee.
“Good morning, darling.  Coffee?”
“Yes please.”
“You all ready, then?”  She checked the clock.  “Tanya will be here in an hour.” 
She was slightly disappointed, but not surprised, that he wasn’t wearing his hot pants.  But she could see by his expression he was in something of a dilemma.  She passed no comment, however, and carried on making breakfast, singing quietly to herself, and leaving it to him to say something.
By half past nine he had still not broached the subject, but he appeared in a state of mild agitation.  Then, about twenty to, he finally spoke.
“Cynthia, do you think I’m okay to go to Tanya’s like this?”
“You look fine, darling.  Why?”
“No reason.  I was just wondering.  Yesterday
.”
“Ah, your new outfit.  Well, she may be a little disappointed.  But it’s probably best you keep it for here.  I wouldn’t want it getting torn or anything.”
“What do you mean, torn?”
“Well, you know, Tanya has all that rough wood furniture and stuff in the garden.  That climbing frame she put up for her niece.  It might get snagged or something.”
Paul felt insulted.  “What, like I’m gonna spend all day jumping about on a kid’s climbing frame?  So what if she’s got a bit of rustic furniture?  I like her house, just because it’s not all neat and perfect like ours.  In any case, those clothes were a present to me.  Which means they’re mine, and I decide when to wear them!”
Cynthia turned her head aside to hide her smile.
“Well I was only saying
  Anyway, it’s too late now.  She’ll be here in a few minutes.”
“It’s not too late.  I’ll be right back.”
Five minutes later he re-emerged, neatly dressed in his hot pants outfit, with a triumphant expression on his face.  “There.  See?  It’s my decision, what I wear.”
“Well, all right, but don’t blame me if they get spoiled.”
There was a knock at the door.
“That’s her!”  He rushed to open it.
Cynthia could hear from the tone of Tanya’s voice she was delighted.
“Paul!  Good morning!  You look smashing!”
He glowed with pleasure.
Tanya popped her head round the kitchen door. 
“I won’t hang about.  We’ll get going.”  They exchanged a wink.  “See you later, darling.”
“Bye.  Bye Paul.  Take your jacket!  It’s in the hall cupboard.”
“Okay
got it!  Bye!”  He grabbed his little red bomber jacket and slipped it on as he followed Tanya down the path.
“Oh, that’s a very cute jacket.  Goes perfectly with your outfit.”
“Yeah, I guess
”
As they headed for the car, a group of teenage girls passing by stopped dead and stared.  Paul noticed, and hesitated, perhaps wondering what their reaction was going to be.  But to Tanya’s relief, one of them smiled, and gave him a thumbs up.  They got into the car.
“Well, they seemed to approve,” grinned Tanya.  “You’d better be careful, young man.  You’ll have all the girls after you.  Cynthia wouldn’t be very pleased if one of them snapped you up!”
A self-satisfied smile came over his face.  Serve her right, he thought.  Yeah, that’s what I should do.  I should find myself a nice girl.  Why not?  She’s got Danny.  Yeah, Danny,  Suppose he’ll be round there later.  He looked wistful.  He’s not a bad guy, though.  Not at all.  Very good looking, actually.  Nice eyes, and
  Anyway, I should teach her a lesson.  Definitely.  I’m not scared of her!  Not really
  He shuddered, remembering how adept she was with that whip

“Penny for them.”
“Sorry?”
“Penny for your thoughts.”
“Oh
nothing
”
“Anyway, we’re here.”
She drove onto the driveway and parked.  He followed her to the door.  Two boys passing in the street stopped and stared, reawakening his doubts.  But he dismissed the thought when Tanya waved at them and passed inside. 
“My neighbour’s boys,” she said.  “Nice kids, but very nosey.”
He liked Tanya’s house.  It was a bit more relaxed that at home.  She didn’t worry about housekeeping as much as Cynthia.  Tanya was into painting.  She had converted one of the large bedrooms into a studio.  After coffee, they spent the whole morning in there, experimenting.  Tanya gave him lots of hints, and by lunchtime he was really enjoying himself.  It was so much more fun here than at home!
“What do you like painting best, Tanya?”
“Oh, people.  Portraits.  I’d like to paint yours some time, if you’d let me.”
“Course I would!”
“You’d have to stand still for hours on end.  It’s not easy being a sitter – or a stander.”
“I wouldn’t mind.”  I wouldn’t mind at all, he thought, if it meant I could be round here a bit more often.

They had just packed up the paints and brushes, when there was a ring at the doorbell.
“Oh, that’ll be Vicky.  She always comes for lunch on a Sunday.  Let’s go down.”
“Vicky?”  Paul was alarmed.  Vicky was Cynthia’s and Tanya’s friend, but she was one of those people with a facility for mockery and sarcasm.  He had always been slight wary, even afraid, of her.  What would she say when she saw him there?  In his hot pants?

Tanya opened the door. 
“Hi Vicky!  How are you?”
“Fine.  Oh, is that Paul?  Hello Paul, nice to see you.”
“H-hello, V-vicky
”  He waited for the snide remark.  But it never came.
“It took me ages to get here today
the traffic!  Anyway, I got the salad, and I brought a couple of bottles
” 
“Makes a change Vicky,” laughed Tanya, with a wink.
Vicky turned to Paul.
“This is an unexpected pleasure.  What a great outfit!  Where did you get it?”
“I
er, Cynthia bought it for me
”
“I love it.  That’s a very cool jacket, too.  It really suits you, Paul.  My Raymond could never carry off something like that.  He looks like an old hound, especially when he hasn’t shaved for a week.  You always look smart and clean.”
“Oh yes, Paul knows how to present himself all right,” put in Tanya.  “What do you think of the pants, Vicky?”
She reached out and tugged at the frilling.  “Latex, aren’t they?”  Paul nodded.  “Very fashionable.  Not cheap either.  Your wife has good taste.”  She turned towards the kitchen.  “Shall I open the white?”
Paul relaxed.  All his doubts dissipated like mist in the sun.  His confidence returned.
“Here, let me,” he said, reaching for the wine bottle.
“Oh, thank you, Paul.  I always struggle with corks
give me a screw cap any time
”
But as Paul bent over the bottle to pull the cork, he didn’t see Tanya give Vicky the thumbs-up, and Vicky return a broad wink.

[Simonssister]

Chapter 16.  Revelations.

They ate a pleasant lunch, washing it down with several glasses of chilled white wine.  For Paul, the combination of the ladies’ approval and the alcohol dispelled any last vestige of reticence.  He became voluble and humorous, and soon he felt he was on equal terms with them, chatting away like an old friend.  It was the best time he had had in months, in good company, and far from the clutches of his wife, whom he knew was by now very much otherwise engaged.  Perhaps this could be the future – spending time with Tanya and Vicky and maybe some of the others, being more of an independent person than a chattel of his spouse’s.  He began to think he wouldn’t care if she allowed Danny to oust him as principal partner, though that thought was accompanied by a certain unease, whose nature he couldn’t quite divine, though it seemed to be connected in some way to sex. 
After lunch, they retired to Tanya’s lounge, a reassuringly untidy room with loads of rugs and throws and beanbags scattered around beside the furniture.  Tanya pushed him playfully down onto a beanbag, and sat on the floor beside him in the manner of an acolyte.  She let him chatter away, entertaining herself by keeping an eye on the bulge in his pants and inhaling the scent of warm latex, while exchanging the occasional wink or meaningful glance with Vicky, who sat opposite in an old armchair.
Somehow, the conversation came round to men.  Perhaps it was Vicky who steered it in that direction, complaining about her boyfriend.  In any case, soon the two women were nattering away as if there was no male in the room, yet not for one minute excluding Paul from the conversation.
“Roger’s just as bad,” Tanya was saying, “typical bloke.  Wants all the pleasure, and when he’s had it, what happens?  His mind’s on his real loves – food and football!”
“Yes, the three ‘F’s,” agreed Vicky.  “Just like Raymond.”
“You’re not like that, are you Paul?” said Tanya, placing her hand on his thigh.  “I can tell.  I bet you know how to satisfy a woman.”
Paul, somewhat embarrassed, muttered some modest reply.
“Oh, come on,” said Vicky, “us girls can tell.  I bet you go down on Cynthia for hours at a time.  You only have to look at her.  She’s always so
content!”
“Well, I
”
“Do you?” asked Tanya, seriously.
“Well, as a matter of fact
”
“You do, don’t you?  God, that makes my pussy so wet!  I wish I had met you before I met Roger.”  She leant her cheek against his flesh.  “Tell us what goes on in your bedroom, Paul.  Don’t be shy.  We won’t tell Cynthia.”
The wine had loosened Paul’s tongue, and the conversation was beginning to make him aroused.    He felt freed from his fetters, both of verbally and sexually.
“You don’t want to know,” he grimaced, smug in the knowledge that they wanted to know very much indeed.
“Come on, you can tell us,” said Tanya.  “Don’t worry.  It’ll never go outside this room and this hour.”
“All right.  First of all, she stopped having real sex with me over a year ago.  All I’m allowed – required – to do these says, is to service her with tongue and dil-do.  She never gives me a blow job any more.  I even have to ask permission to masturbate.  It’s true!”
The women were staring at him aghast.  He went on.
“At this very moment she’s humping some guy she met at work.  Last weekend
.”  He stopped suddenly.  What was he saying.  The wine
  He passed a hand over his face.
“What?  What happened last weekend?  Tell us!” cried Vicky, wide-eyed.
“No, I can’t.  It’s too
embarrassing.”  He realised he had almost gone too far.  He also registered that the recollection of that incident was giving him an erection.  Tanya saw it too.  Seated on the floor next to him, the swelling mound was inches from her face.
“Paul
you can tell us, please?  I can tell it’s something
very bad
”
“I can’t
oh!”
Tanya had slid her hand up and rested it on the bulge of his semi-tumescent pen-is.  She stroked it softly.
“We need to know, darling
we may even be able to help
”
Vicky had left her chair and was now squatting on the other side of his legs.  Tanya began to fondle him.  He groaned, and made an ineffectual gesture of protest.  The rubber was already slippery with his juices, and Tanya could detect faint squelching sounds as she coaxed it into a state of full dilation.  His head fell back and he began to breathe heavily.
“You poor thing!” said Vicky.
“He just needs some proper attention,” murmured Tanya, varying her technique, and now gently squeezing and pulling at it.  It was pointing straight at her face, as if it would have liked to burst through the taut rubber and thrust its way between her lips.  She leant forward slightly and kissed the tip tenderly.  “Oh, my god,” gasped Paul.  She nodded to Vicky, and repositioned herself between his legs.  Carefully, she swivelled his pen-is around until it was flat up against his tummy.  Then Vicky reached over, hooked one finger through the pink plastic ring-pull, and unzipped his hot pants.
His erect prick sprang out, and stood, glistening and quivering, before them.  Vicky drew a breath.  Tanya licked her lips.  Taking the slippery shaft in her hand, she began to slide the foreskin slowly up and down, all the time watching Paul’s reaction.  His eyes were closed, and he started to twitch and moan quietly.
“Now, sweetie,” said Tanya, “From now on, Vicky and I are going to take good care of you.  We’re going to be your very bestest friends, and we’re going to make sure you’ll never have to experience such awful frustration any more.”  She pulled his member forward, drew back the foreskin, and she and Vicky began to lick and kiss it softly.  “Now tell us what happened last weekend
”
Between groans, Paul began to recount the events of that Sunday, hesitantly and somewhat reluctantly.  But every time he broke off, the girls also stopped their ministrations, so that he soon realised that, if he wanted them to continue, he would have to tell them everything.  As the story began to unfold, Tanya and Vicky momentarily stopped their activities, and stared at each other with amazement.  Soon they resumed their licking and suc-king and nibbling, however, with redoubled enthusiasm.  Tanya found herself involuntarily playing with her pussy, and she soon realised Vicky was doing the same.  They were so absorbed in their pleasure, that they were unprepared for Paul’s climax, with the result that all three of them received a copious sperm shower.  The girls looked at each other, Paul’s milky fluids dripping from their face and hair, and burst out laughing.  It was even on Paul’s face and shirt, and a pool of it was sliding stickily down the leg of his hot pants.
Tanya fetched a box of tissues, and they started to clean themselves up.
“God, Paul, that made me so hot,” said Tanya.  “I would give anything to have been in that room
”
“She filmed it, too
.”
“She filmed it?” cried Vicky, still wiping the sperm from her hair. 
“Yeah, then had the nerve to send it to me!”
“Show us!  Show us!” begged Tanya.
“No, I can’t
  I’ve already told you too much
”
Now Paul had come back down to earth, he was realising that it had been rash of him to be so open with them.  But they weren’t to be denied.
“Is it on your phone?  It is, isn’t it?  Vicky, grab his phone.  It’s on the table.”
“No
please
”
Too late.  Vicky had snatched Paul’s phone and rushed out of the room.  He heard her footsteps on the stairs, and guessed she was going to download the video.  Tanya tried to calm him.
“There, there, Paul.  We don’t have any ulterior motive.  It’s just that
guy on guy
well, for Vicky and me, it’s the ultimate.  Especially when one of them’s you.”
“Please don’t let on I told you all this
Cynthia would kill me.”
“Course not, idiot.  And I meant what I said.  We’re going to make sure that, from now on, you have a proper, fulfilling, sex life.  You won’t have to suffer frustration any longer.”
“Really
?
“Really.  You’re going to have the best time you’ve ever had.”
“But Roger
Ray
”
“They’re just our official partners.  Part of our social life.  That’s all.  They’re not ever going to prevent us having a good time.  You’re sexier than the two of them put together.  They’ll have to live with that.”
“If you say so
”
“I do.  And one more thing
”
“Yes?”
“You’re going to be my page-boy at the wedding.  Dressed just as you are today.  You’ll be a sensation.  You’ll grab all the attention - and Roger will be so jealous!”
“But
”
“No arguments.  Promise?
“Okay
I promise
”
“Got it!” Vicky had returned.  “But Tanya – I had a sneak preview.  You’re gonna wet your knickers when you see this, girl!”  She replaced Paul’s phone on the table.  “You don’t mind us having a copy, do you Paul?  Promise we won’t show it to anyone else.  Now, how about some more wine?”

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Chapter 17.  Homecoming.

It is unnecessary to relate what transpired during the rest of the afternoon.  Suffice it to say, that when Tanya dropped Paul off outside his front gate at ten that evening, he was feeling rather the worse for wear.  And he was also a trifle apprehensive about the welcome that was awaiting him.
Cynthia was sitting in the kitchen.  She had the sort of expression on her face that women do in those old cartoons where they are waiting for their husband to return from the pub, arms folded and a rolling-pin in one hand.
“You’re late,” she said suspiciously.
“Sorry, darling
we got talking, and
you know how it is
”
“No, I don’t know “how it is”.  Why don’t you tell me “how it is”?  What have you and Tanya got to talk about till this hour?  And what are those stains on your shirt and tie, pray?”
Paul looked at her askance.  This was more than annoyance.  There was definitely a touch of jealousy there too.  She sounded like her mother, who could be just as daunting as the daughter.
“Well, Vicky was there, too.  You know what it’s like when two women
”
This was not the right thing to say.
“When two women what?  Well?  I expected you back hours ago.  It won’t do, Paul.  Spending all day cavorting with my friends – my friends, mind – getting up to goodness knows what.  (Here she placed one finger on the stains, as if wishing she could submit them for forensic analysis.) And you’ve been drinking!  I don’t know what you think your position is in this household, but before you go to bed tonight, I’m going to remind you.” 
She flexed one arm, wielding an imaginary whip.  Except he knew that very soon it wouldn’t be imaginary.  He needed to distract her, quickly, and make her feel she was the boss.
“Tanya’s asked me to be page-boy at her wedding!” he blurted.  “May I?  I’d really like to
if you’d agree
”
Cynthia was somewhat mollified.  Her face relaxed a little.  There was even the hint of a smile.
“She has, has she?  Well, I’ll think about it.”  (She was already thinking – thinking what a delicious humiliation it would be.)  “You’d need some new clothes, of course
”
“No – Tanya wants me to wear this outfit.  I mean, if that would be okay with you
”
She raised her eyebrows.  “Really?  Maybe.  I’ll see.”  She smothered a delighted grin.  “I’ll talk to her.  Now get yourself upstairs and get showered, and put those clothes in the wash basket.  I’ll be up later.”

Paul took a quick shower.  When he emerged from the bathroom, he could hear Cynthia talking on the phone.  Heart pounding, he crept down to the bottom stair and listened.
“
what you got up to today, Tanya.  Don’t take this the wrong way, but I have certain rules for him.  He needs keeping in line, or
  Well if I do, that’s my business.  Of course.  Yes, I am going to talk to Vicky as well.  What?  I know
I know
well, listen, let’s not quarrel.  Send Roger round here for a day and we’ll be quits – (laughter) – no, just joking.  But anyway, he told me about the wedding
yes, a page-boy?  That’s a stroke of genius!  And you want him in his hot pants!  I’ve told him I’ll think about it.  Yes.  But he’s really desperate
I know!  I agree
if you don’t mind him stealing your thunder
hold on a second.  I heard a noise
”
Hearing her footsteps approaching, Paul scurried soundlessly back up the stairs and into the bedroom.  He was pleased Cynthia was going to let him wear his new outfit to the wedding.  “Stealing their thunder” eh?  Yeah, he would – specially Roger’s.  Roger was one of those suits that thought he was a sharp dresser.  Well, he was going to be upstaged this time, and on his own wedding-day!
“Oh, no, it was nothing.  Now, as I was saying
.”  And her voice faded as she returned to the kitchen.

Paul got a good spanking that night, before he went to his sleeping-bag.  But it was a non-specific punishment, intended purely to remind him of his place.  So Tanya must have kept her mouth shut.  He was pleased it looked as though Cynthia was going to let him be a page-boy - page-man would sound better.  But it showed that, however she behaved towards him, she was proud of him and didn’t mind him being the centre of attention.  He was just dropping off to sleep, feeling quite excited and mentally weighing his wife’s good points with the bad, when Cynthia addressed him.  She had been turning over in her mind the possible scenarios that had been played out at Tanya’s that day.  She was still smarting from the suspicion that Paul had had some fun with her friends – the sort of fun she would never have allowed him at home.  That she herself had spent most of the day in bed with Danny was neither here nor there; given that her husband was a hopeless wimp, she considered such minor dalliances fully justified.  She was a woman with needs, after all.  But Paul
that was different.  She had spent months training him in obedience and self-discipline, and she didn’t want all her hard work undone.  So she determined that he would learn a lesson, and had already had an idea for a fitting punishment.
“I don’t know what went on over there today, but whatever it was I’m sure it wasn’t at Tanya’s or Vicky’s instigation.  So next weekend you’re going to be here both days, and I’ll make sure you can’t get up to mischief, however much you want to.”

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Chapter 18.  Discovered!

Tanya and Vicky had enjoyed playing with Paul immensely.  They knew Cynthia had a firm grip of his sexual activities, but they hadn’t realised just how highly sexed he was.  It had created a potentially explosive tension, and they were more than happy to light the fuse, and enjoy the display.  A happy hour had been spent with Tanya astride his hips and Vicky astride his head – and vice versa – and he had seemed to enjoy the day as much as they.  Tanya in particular had developed quite an affection for him, because his sensuality was balanced by such a sweet naĂŻvetĂ© and innocence; but unfortunately, it was those very traits that made it impossible to resist exploiting him, and she could now understand why his relationship with Cynthia had developed in the way it had.  Thus, while he had gained two sympathetic and willing sexual partners, he had at the same time tripled the possibilities of humiliation.  And Tanya’s wedding was only the first opportunity. 

Cynthia went over to Danny’s on Tuesday and Thursday as in the previous week.  But Paul didn’t waste the time.  On both days, after he’d done his chores, he telephoned Tanya for a chat, and on both days it lasted more than two hours, and on both days it resulted in him having a massive – and quite illicit – orgasm!  That girl certainly knew how to talk dirty.  It wouldn’t have mattered, had he not, on the Thursday, cut things rather fine and almost been caught in flagrante.  They were having a video call, and Tanya, in her playful way, had asked Paul to prop his phone up and then masturbate for her.  There was nowhere suitable in the bedroom, so he had sneaked into Cynthia’s boudoir, and positioned it against the mirror on the dressing-table.  He told Tanya was he was doing, and she snorted with laughter.  For Paul, it added that little bit of spice to the performance.  Tanya made a few interesting suggestions about what they should do at their next meeting, which soon had him achingly hard and juicy, and before he could take appropriate precautions she had said something particularly inventive and provoked a spontaneous eruption.  He had just sunk to his knees, completely drained, when he heard the front door open, and Cynthia’s voice!
“Paul?  Paul!  Get down here at once.”
"Tanya!  She's back!"
He packed himself away as well as he could, and ran down the stairs, thinking to come back up as soon as he could and clean up.  Half way down he remembered his phone was still propped on the dressing-table.  He hesitated, but at that moment Cynthia appeared at the foot of the stairs.
“I thought I told you to polish the furniture.  You’ve done nothing!  Look, there’s still a layer of dust about an inch thick on here!”
Perhaps an inch was a slight exaggeration, thought Paul, but the offence itself was undeniable.  He had been so looking forward to talking to Tanya that it had quite slipped his mind.  He hung his head in tacit admission.
“What have you been up to, young man?  Why are you so flushed?  What were you doing upstairs anyway?”  Danny had seemed unenthusiastic that evening, hence her early return and her particularly bad mood. 
She headed for the stairs.
“No!  Cynthia, no!  You mustn’t.  I
”
“What do you mean, I mustn’t?  What have you been doing?”
She was already on the stairs.
“No, I
I
” he thought desperately.  “I got you a present!  It’s in the bedroom.  You mustn’t see it till it’s wrapped!”
“I see
  Well, don’t worry.  I’ll close my eyes.  I need to go to my boudoir and take my makeup off.”
“No!” he almost screamed, grabbing her arm.  “You can’t!  It’s in there, see?”
“In there?  You know very well you’re not allowed in there.  Now let go of me.  Whatever is the matter with you tonight?”
Paul knew it was hopeless.  He turned, considered the broom cupboard, but then opted for the open air.  As he headed for the back door, he heard a scream from upstairs, followed by and angry shout: “Paul?  Come here!  Come here at once!”  But he was already out of the back door and heading down the garden.  The key was kept on a brick beneath the shed.  He grabbed it, fumbled with the lock with trembling hands, and let himself in.  At least it was dry in here.  He locked the door from the inside, retreated to the far wall, and squeezed himself in between some rolls of carpet, muttering all the while, “shit!  Shit!  This is all Tanya’s fault!”

Upstairs, meanwhile, Cynthia was surveying the mess.  She stared in horror at the state of her private things, her makeup, her framed photos, even her silk scarf which had been neatly folded on the adjacent chair.  There was spunk in her face cream, spunk on her hairbrush, and more spunk on the carpet.  A stream it was dripping stickily from the bottom of the mirror.  And there was his phone.  She picked it up with a tissue, and checked the last call.  Tanya!  How long?  An hour and twenty-two minutes?  She was about to ring her and tell her what she thought of her, but even as her finger hovered over the button, she had a change of heart, or at least, a change of plan.  She stood still, thinking, then, with a slow nod and a compression of her lips, replaced the phone.
She went downstairs.  She guessed where he would be hiding.  She went down to the shed and knocked at the door.  “Paul?”  No reply.  She checked the brick.  No key.  He was in there.  “Paul!  I know you’re there.  If you come out now, and clean up your mess, you’ll get six strokes of the whip and we’ll say no more.  You have one minute.  If you stay hiding in there, I’ll finally do everything I’ve ever threatened you with.  Forty-five seconds.”
It didn’t take Paul long to decide.  Just as the minute was up, the door opened and he emerged.  Cynthia put her hands on her hips.  He flinched, expecting a blow.  But it didn’t come.
“What am I going to do with you?  What a naughty, naughty boy you are.  Now upstairs, and get that disgusting mess cleaned up.”
She followed him up.  All the while he was thinking, “Did she look at the phone?  Please, no
”
Imagine his relief when he saw the phone where he had left it.  The first thing he did was to pick it up and reach for a tissue.
“Uh-uh.  Tongue, please.  These are your bodily fluids, and they can go right back where they came from.” 
“Yes, Cynthia.”
“So you were filming yourself, too, I see?  Going to show it to your mates, were you?”  She had decided not to let on she knew about Tanya.
She stood and watched till she was satisfied he could do no more with his tongue.  She even made him lick her face cream.  Then she allowed him a cloth and withdrew to the kitchen to make herself a coffee.
“Report to me when you’re done,” she called up the stairs.  “And bring my whip down, would you?”
While she was waiting, she called Tanya.  It took her a long time to answer the phone.
“H-hello?” came the nervous greeting.
“Tanya.  Hi.  How are you darling?  I’m just ringing you to tell you the funniest thing.  I came home a bit early and guess what?  Well, you won’t guess.”
“W-what?”
“Paul.  He’d wanked off in my boudoir.  Slime everywhere!  Truly!  And filming himself too, by the look of it.”
“No!”
“Yes!  So there you are.  Now you see the sort of thing I have to put up with from him.  Do you blame me for taking him in hand?”
“No, of course not, Cynthia.  What a little pervert!  I’m not surprised at all.”  Tanya’s voice was flooded with relief.  Cynthia smiled to herself.  She wasn’t really angry with Tanya, but she was already planning how to prank her back.
“Anyway,” Tanya continued, “wait till the wedding.  I can’t wait to see the reaction when we walk into church with him holding my train!”
There Cynthia could agree with her.  “Neither can I, darling.”
“I’m arranging our hen night for the Thursday.  Okay with you?”
“Perfect.  Should I bring Paul?  As a girl, of course?”
“Oh, please do!  That would be great.  I’ve booked a super floor-show – right up his street!”
“Really?  You must tell me about it.  Sorry, gotta go.  It’s time for his punishment.”

Paul reluctantly entered the kitchen, sheepish and shamefaced.  He held Cynthia’s whip in his hand.
“Good boy.  Over the chair, please.”
It was only six strokes, but the hardest she had ever administered.  Afterwards they sat on the sofa, his head resting on her breast.  He sobbed quietly, while she stroked his head.
“There, there, Paul.  It’s all over now.  But no more wanking in my boudoir, okay?”
“Yes, Cynthia.  I promise.  I’m sorry
”
Cynthia smiled to herself.  So he liked being in the garden, did he?  She really must order that kennel...

[Simonssister]

Chapter 19.  The New Maid.

Cynthia thought she’d discovered why Danny’s interest seemed to be waning a little.  He’d had such a good time with Paul in the room, that after that he was finding straight sex a little boring.  She deduced this from his occasional, apparently casual, enquiries about Paul, or about what she had in mind for Paul.  She was by no means egotistical, and at this stage of their relationship wanted only to make him happy.  So she arranged a little treat for the two of them that very weekend.
She asked Danny to come on Saturday and stay over.  She was non-committal about whether Paul was going to be home.  Then, on Friday night, she summoned her husband to the lounge.
“Paul, darling, Danny’s coming over tomorrow, and I thought it would be nice if we gave him a little surprise.  So I want you to wear a maid’s costume this weekend, and minister to his every need.”
“I see.  Just a maid’s costume?”
“Well, you know, he did so like you in your hood, didn’t he?  It would go so well, don’t you think?”
Paul sighed.  “Please, Cynthia, do I have to be a sex doll again?  Apart from anything else, it’s not very comfortable having my mouth held open like that the whole time.  It’s not nice.”
Is that the only objection he can come up with? thought Cynthia.  Well, well. 
“Well as long as you’re going to be an obedient little boy
.”
“Yes, all right.  I promise.  Anything to escape that.”
“Well, in that case we can dispense with the gag.  You can have the standard mouth.”
“Standard mouth?  What’s that, then?”
“I’ll show you.”
She disappeared upstairs and returned with the hood, and a small red plastic ring.  She sat down next to him again.
“Right, so this is what comes with it.  Feel.”
She passed him the ring.  It was made of flexible red plastic, about two inches in diameter, and about a quarter of an inch thick.  Running around the outside was a groove.  He passed it back.  She stretched open the small mouth aperture of the hood, and inserted it, so that the edges of the mouth opening slotted into the groove.
“See?  You’ll find that much more comfortable, without losing that nice dolly look.”
Paul looked at it doubtfully.  “Thanks very much,” he said, sarcastically.  And the maid’s uniform?”
“It’s hanging in your wardrobe.  I think you’re going to like it, darling.  Why don’t you go try it on, and come and show me?”
Paul trudged upstairs.  He felt he had given up fighting her.  It was easier just to go along with it all.  Then she would be nicer to him, and he could escape those horrible whippings.  He would do anything she told him, just so long as he could go see Tanya and Vicky from time to time, and get some real sex.  And he didn’t want to jeopardise his role at Tanya’s wedding by arguing.  He even imagined he might meet some other nice girl there, impressed with his cute appearance, and develop yet another relationship on the side.
He opened his wardrobe.  There it was.  Not exactly what he had imagined.  He had envisaged something long and formal, in heavy black cotton, with a full-length apron.  This wasn’t quite like that.  Pink latex, knee-length flared skirt, very high collar with white frilling around the neck, long sleeves with white frilling around the wrists, little white apron, also frilled.  And in the apron pocket, short plain pink latex gloves.  No cap?  Ah yes, there on the floor.  Just a latex-covered Alice band, frilled both sides to match the uniform, lying on top of a new blonde wig.  He sighed.
“Found it?” Cynthia called from below.
“Yes, thank you.”
“Come on then.  Hurry up and get changed.  I’m dying to see it on you.  And bring the wig and cap, please.”
He changed, checked himself in the mirror, grabbed the wig and band, and descended.  Cynthia was waiting expectantly.
“Oh, that’s beautiful,” she cooed, jumping up and picking at it till she was satisfied it looked its best.  “Fits you perfectly.  Shall we try it with the hood?”
She made him kneel, and forced the hood over his head.  It went on a little more easily this time.
“Yes.  It goes very well.”  She was fiddling with the neck.  “It tucks in under the collar so neatly, it looks as if you’re really just made of rubber!”  Paul picked up the Alice band.  “Wait till I’ve got your wig on, dear
”
The wig was short and sexy.  Cynthia slid it over the hood.  It fitted snugly.
“Oh, now that looks really cool!” she enthused, pushing the Alice band into place.  “Let’s just see what you look like with these on
”  She snapped his eye-cups on.  “Yes, they go very well with the hair
”
“Are we finished now?” he asked, standing up.
Cynthia ignored the remark.  “Now, I didn’t tell you, but I bought you some natural latex stockings too.  I’ll have to shave your legs – not that you’ve got much hair there – and then, with your little pink gloves,  you’ll look like a full-on rubber doll.  There won’t be an inch of Paul to be seen!  Apart from a little glimpse of your lips behind the mouth hole, of course.  Danny’s going to be thrilled!”
Paul didn’t know quite what he felt about his new outfit.  It wasn’t any worse than anything else he had been made to wear, it was comfortable, and he felt quite insulated from everything, safe and anonymous.  He removed one eye-cup and stared at himself in the mirror over the fireplace.  The blank doll-face stared back at him.  The latex rippled as he moved.  The new wig looked not unlike Tanya’s hair.  He was relieved he didn’t have to wear that awful gag again.
“What will I have to do, Cynthia?”
“Oh, nothing too arduous.  Make drinks for us
hand them to us politely
conduct yourself like a maid should.  Don’t worry, I’ll give you some instruction, and there’s a some very good videos you should study, all about duties and deportment
”
She had expected more opposition.  Maybe all the training was really paying off at last.  She looked him up and down, feeling satisfied and quite proud of herself.  Maybe he was going to turn out just like she had dreamed.  A sweet little man-doll, obedient and eager to please, who would do anything, go anywhere, endure any humiliation, and be her lifelong slave and plaything!

[Simonssister]

Chapter 20.  In Service.

When Danny rang the doorbell that Saturday morning, it was answered by the sweetest little latex maid doll he could ever have imagined.  He stood there a while, staring.
“Pleath come in, thir,” begged Paul, his pale eyes blinking behind their oval apertures, and looking nervously up and down the road, “madam is expecting you.”
Danny came in, but with a big smile on his face, and seemingly unable to take his eyes of the vision that had confronted him.  Paul closed the door and turned to show him into the lounge, but he stopped him, taking his arm and turning him around for inspection.  He gave the bodice a familiar tug, testing the stretchiness of the latex.
“Well, well, Pauline.  I never expected such a treat as this!  No, stand still, missy.  I haven’t finished my inspection yet.”
Cynthia had made a minor but necessary adjustment to Pauline’s hood.  She had extracted the little plugs embedded in the ear-cups, allowing her to hear, at least, after a fashion.  It would hardly have been reasonable to expect a maid to perform her duties properly when she couldn’t understand her instructions, and she didn’t fancy having to attach the mike for every little order.  But in any case, he had already received his instructions for the day, long before Danny arrived.  He had protested, of course, but when Cynthia first produced his gag, and then sat down at the laptop and opened the file marked “Paul”, he had capitulated at once.
“Let me see
”  He reached down and slowly lifted the hem of Pauline’s dress, revealing a pair of short-legged pink latex knickers, with the obligatory white frilling.  Her natural latex stockings, secured beneath the knickers with a matching suspender belt, disappeared under the legs, leaving not an inch of her flesh uncovered.  Danny sighed.  “Perfect in every detail, aren’t you, Pauline?  Cynthia promised me a surprise.  But I hadn’t expected anything quite so delightful
.”
“So you approve?”  Cynthia had appeared at the kitchen door.
“Very much.”
“I thought you would.  Pauline is here to serve you, darling.  She is well-trained, obedient, and eager to please.  I have spent the last few days
ah
impressing on her the importance of total submissiveness.  I think she has learned her lessons well, but if you find anything amiss, please inform me and I shall administer the necessary corrective.  Now, come in.  Lunch is ready, and Pauline will serve it in the lounge.”

They sat on the sofa together, while Paul waited on them, carrying in the dishes and laying them politely down on the coffee-table, placing their glasses carefully, and standing to one side, holding the wine bottle, whilst they ate and chatted.  When they wanted a top-up, they simply indicated their glasses with a motion of the hand, and he dutifully stepped forward to oblige.  He was very careful not to make any mistakes.  He knew what the consequences would be.
After they had finished, he began to clear away.
“We’ll keep our glasses, Pauline.  We’re going upstairs.  Wipe the table, do the washing up, and then come up.”
It took him about fifteen minutes to tidy up and put everything away.  Then, with a sigh, he ascended the stairs.  He knocked on the bedroom door.
“Enter.”
Danny and Cynthia were lying, fully-clothed, on the bed.
“Where have you been, Pauline?  Poor Danny, making him wait all this time, and him so eager to get on with it
”  She pointed to the bulge in Danny’s jeans.  “So, if you wouldn’t mind
?
Paul knew what was required.  He followed the script to the letter.  The consequences of disobedience were unthinkable.
“Yeth, mith,” he lisped, giving each of them a quick curtsey.  Then, kneeling by the side of the bed, he politely unzipped Danny’s jeans, releasing his swelling manhood.  He was grateful his burning cheeks were hidden under the blank rubber hood, and his mouth merely a surprised-looking red circle.  Danny sighed.  Wrapping the fingers of one hand around the base, he used he other to play with the head, sliding the foreskin back and forth until little rivulets of clear juice began to ooze forth, making the tips of his rubber-sheathed fingers slippery.  It took only moments for Danny to attain a hard erection.  As she watched the process, the expression of satisfied amusement on Cynthia’s face morphed into something more lascivious.  She slipped off the bed and began to undress.
“Pauline, undress Danny please, quickly.  And let go of his prick, if you don’t mind!  Remember that’s my [/i]property - you’re merely the assistant.”
“Yeth, mith,” repeated Paul, relinquishing his grip on Danny’s quivering organ, somewhat, it seemed, to Danny's disappointment.
By the time Danny was naked, Cynthia had resumed her former position.  She was now lying on her back next to Danny.
“You know what to do,” she snapped, lying back, opening her legs, and taking her lover in hand.  Obediently, Paul’s dipped his head into the familiar position, his tongue lapping at his mistress’s pussy.  She was already very wet.  Having her husband not only present, but taking an active part in her lovemaking, seemed to have added yet another dimension to her arousal.
“Oh my god.  Yes
yes, that’s right, you little bitch,” she hissed.  “God, Danny, you’re hard today.  Is it
her?  I bet it is, you pervert.  I bet you’d love to
”  Her voice sank to a whisper.  Whatever she had described, Danny’s ecstatic groan suggested he would

“I want you in me,” she blurted suddenly, letting go of him and rolling over.  She positioned herself on all fours, gripping the headboard of the bed.
“Pauline, help him.  Guide him in.  And stay there, won’t you?  I want you to see how a real man makes love!”