When Tariq Spanked Sally, a tale by anon

Tony and Sally had been married for a year when they moved to Somerset from the Southeast. They were very happy there with the amenities of the county town and the proximity to the beauties of south Devon. The village in which they lived was a mixture of immigrants, like themselves, and locals; therefore not too parochial, but with some character. Tony's work as a civil engineer had brought them there and Sally's work as a proof-reader travelled easily. They were saving up for a family and Tony's pay increase, along with the lower property and pub prices suited them well. After a couple of months, Tony's firm, to it's surprise, won a contract to supervise a project in the emirate of Mehrana, a small state at the north western end of the Arabian peninsula. With this came the contract for planning and materials procurement, and with this came Tariq.

Tariq was nineteen years of age and a distant nephew of the ruling house of Mehrana. Having studied in his homeland and being due to read architecture at a n English university, his father wisely decided that he should "get his hands dirty "and acclimatise to his host country. Therefore, a condition of the contract was that he should be involved with the project at Tony's firm, reporting back to his superiors at home. Tony was in charge of the project day to day, and Tariq became his unpaid) P.A -and quiz master.

Tony and Tariq got on well. Tariq knew his limitations and was pleased to learn, deferring to Tony's judgement where necessary. For his first three weeks, Tariq stayed in a flat overlooking the park-something many of his age would envy. But he was clearly unhappy. His politeness, courtesy and honesty were something rather risible to the cynicism of English youth culture and a barrier to his integration into it. Of course, in time he would learn the game, but this would not happen overnight, and he felt lonely and alienated.

Tony and Sally's house became a home from home for Tariq, and he spent as much time there as he could. What attracted him to them was not only that they were kind and giving, or Sally's beauty, of which he was well aware, but the way in which they ordered their lives made him secure. They were not only kind to him but kind to one another. And Sally's role in the home was as the role of women in his homeland to a large extent. She was there to serve Tony and whosoever Tony would have her serve. She did as she was told with a cheerful disposition and care. She knew that Tony had faults and made mistakes, but always submitted to his will and, when he chose, the attentions of his right arm (unknown at the time to Tariq). But Sally was in no way cowed or bullied: she was as she was, of her own nature, having decided in her early teens that in adulthood she would submit to the right man, when he came for her. To her it was a natural way of life and she couldn't see why all couples were not the same as she and Tony. She had her own opinions about domestic and wider issues and was free to air them respectfully if they did go against Tony's. Of course, her will occasionally got the better of her and she would be defiant, disobedient or insolent, but Tony never flinched from stamping the marks of his authority on her bottom, for which she was always sincerely grateful.

One night, after Tariq had left them, with the brave, frightened smile, which he invariably and unaffectedly wore on departure to the empty flat in a foreign land, Sally said:

”Sir, don't you think we could offer him the spare room. He's so unhappy. "She was quite relaxed calling Tony "Sir" in front of Tariq.

"Do you think he'd want it?"

“I'm sure he'd love it. I feel quite maternal towards him."

"Maternal! You're only four years older than him."

"Really I do, Sir. We don't use it," she said, adding accusingly "We don't have a family ...yet."

"Alright, I'll ask him tomorrow."

Tariq gleefully accepted the offer and took up his new residence two days later, having sub-let the flat for a pittance.

The menage a trois was a great success. Sally cared for the two men and, exchange being no robbery, Tony satisfied her uxorious appetites while Tariq, for the time being, sublimated her maternal ones.

As time passed, Sally's submissive disposition came to serve Tariq much as she served Tony. She addressed him as "Sir" when they were with Tony or alone. And she came to take her orders from him not in matters of major policy but if, for example, he told her to make him a drink, do the washing up or whatever, she would do it without question. She was aware of the thrill the young man derived from this power over her, but being a generous soul, did not resent it. At times, through immaturity, he would go a little too far in ordering her around or criticising her, but she betrayed no defiance or insolence, during this phase which soon passed, and she and Tony laughed about it in private.

Inevitably, Sally's aforementioned streak of self-will showed through. It was about a fortnight into Tariq's stay. Until then Tony had refrained from punishing her because of their guest, but now she gave him no choice: the monthly devil was in her in a big way and the relatively minor offences that had gone unpunished had emboldened her. The day had been busy with numerous frustrations. She had rushed home from a friend's to have the men's tea ready and they seemed to be taking her for granted, discussing their work and becking and calling her without regard for her fatigue, state

of agitation and effort on their behalf. When at length Tony deigned to speak

to her, he said "Nice day, darling?"

"No, Sir."

"What's up?

She told him her catalogue of disasters.

"These things happen, darling. What did you do then?"

"I had a cup of tea at Ruth's."

"So it's not all bad."

"I was only there for five minutes, Sir. I had to make your

"Better than nothing. Pour me some tea, darling."

Tony had caught a glint in Sally's eye. He sensed that she was spoiling for a fight. He did not like things to fester, if there was a demon present, he would flush it out and crush it. Sally was by the sink. She walked to the table and did as ordered. She went back to the sink.

"You didn't put the sugar in, darling”

"Can't you do it yourself."

"Obviously. Now come and do it."

"My hands are wet."

"Dry them."

"No I won't. Put your own sugar in."

"Sally, I'm warning you..."

Sally flounced across the room and, with a flourish, emptied the sugar bowl into the cup. "There, will that do?"

Tony gazed at her. "I'm sorry, Sir."

"Come with me." She followed him into the bedroom, locking the door behind her. "Anything to say?"

"I'm sorry, Sir."

"Fetch the strap."

"Yes, Sir."

She took the strap from a drawer and handed it to him with a respectful smile and curtsey. She cleared the dressing table, raised her dress, lowered her knickers and bent over it . "I'm going to punish you for what just happened and the other things you've been getting away with while our guest's been here. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Sir."

Downstairs Tariq heard the strap land twelve times, hard on Sally's bottom, he heard her cries of pain, increasing in volume. Then there was quiet but for the sound of a girl sobbing. Then the sounds of flesh against flesh for two minutes and more cries as Tony spanked Sally across his knee. Two minutes later they were back in the kitchen, Sally red eyed and sobbing. Tony ordered her to the corner and sat at the table and resumed his discussion with Tariq. But Tariq's mind was clearly not on the subject, within a minute he declared himself tired and went to bed and half an hour later he could hear the unmistakable sounds of forgiveness and forgetting.

This episode broke the ice regarding domestic discipline in the house.

One evening, some weeks later, as Sally followed Tony into the bedroom to take the strap, Tony said: "I feel sorry for Tariq."

"Why, Sir?"

"I mean at times like this, it must be hard for him not to be able to see what's going on when he can hear it”

"Yes, Sir, I'd thought that too."

"I'd like to let him see. Would you mind?"

Sally considered it and thought it would be rather sexy to have her young guest witness to her punishment but was unsure as to whether it was a good idea.

"It's not up to me, Sir, with respect," she said truthfully.

"I know, but would you mind?"

"It wouldn't make it any more painful, Sir, and he'd enjoy it so I suppose not. I think it'd be very kind of you to let him watch. "She handed him the strap with smile and curtsy and made herself ready to receive it. As she lay across the dressing table, gripping the edge for dear life, in preparation for what she knew was to be a severe thrashing, Tony said:

"Would you find it sexy to let him watch you being strapped?"

"Yes, Sir."

"That's the problem. So would I. It's turning it into a show so it becomes a game and I'll never do that" Tony and Sally were definitively a monogamous couple and the punishments real and meaningful. Sally, forgetting her immediate predicament, saw in an instant the wisdom of what Tony said. To invite a spectator, albeit well meaningfully, would cheapen this intimate moment of mastery and sacrifice, of her pain and his pleasure, of this bond of love which allowed this one way of agony for ecstasy, then ecstasy for ecstasy, and it could never be retrieved. Even now, Sally as well as Tony could see the young man's pain, caused by the frustration of his natural and healthy desire to witness the flaying of the bare bottom of the girl he found so beautiful, which he could so plainly hear, but nothing could be done. Tony put a finger between Sally's legs and found her very moist as always, despite the severity of what was to come.

"Anyway, young lady, enough feeling sorry for anyone else, you're the one to be sorry for now. You know I won't be lied to, don't you?"

"Yes, Sir."

"I'm going to give you eighteen lashes and don't you deserve it."

"Yes, Sir, I know. I'm sorry” She began to sob, almost entirely in fear of her sentence, never quantified for her in advance unless severe, but ever so slightly from pity for Tariq. She wondered whom, of Tariq and she suffered the most. Tony raised the strap and instantly she knew.

About a week before the end of Tariq's stay, he and Tony went away to the north on a project related purchasing expedition. Sally, who had abused permission to go out with friends, and been severely strapped for it two weeks before, was confined to the house except for essential shopping trips and the like. On the day before they were due to return, they received a message that Tariq must return to compile a report with the partner in charge of the job to fax back home to Mehrana. The bulk of the work being complete, he took the next available plane to Exeter and a taxi to the office. At seven o'clock, having tried to 'phone Sally, he took a taxi to the house, where his car was, and found it empty. At eight thirty Sally returned, rather flushed

"Sally, where have you been?"

She looked sheepishly at him. "At Ruth's, Sir."

"But you're forbidden to. Have you been drinking?"

"Yes, Sir. Two Sherries," she said truthfully.

"That was forbidden too."

"Yes, Sir."

Tariq looked narrowly at her. "I shall have to tell Tony. You know what will happen."

"Please, Sir, don't. I’ll be thrashed...hard."

Tariq considered the matter. The thought of getting Sally strapped was the next best thing to watching or doing it-and at least he'd hear it. But he was soon to leave and she had been very good to him. He did not wish to leave on a sour note, which might harm any longer term relationship.

"OK Sally, it will be our secret. Pour me a Scotch and make some supper."

"Yes, Sir."

After they had eaten, as Sally served coffee, she said: "Sir, it was very bad of me to try to get you to lie for me. Please tell him the truth, and that I asked you to lie."

"But it will be worse for you."

"I know, Sir, but I deserve it."

So, when Tony returned, Tariq told him what Sally asked him to do. Tony looked sad.

"Darling, I didn't want to come home to this. Fetch the strap."

They were in the sitting room. Sally went out, wondering whether he would strap her in front of Tariq. Trembling with fear and excitement, she did as ordered. When she returned, Tony said:

" I'm going to ask Tariq to give you twenty four lashes. Twelve for being out, six for asking him to lie and six for drinking. He caught you out so it's fitting that he punishes you, if he'll be so kind."

"Yes, Sir."

"Tariq, would be so kind."

"Yes, of course, Tony."

"Right, you bring it down this hard."

There was a loud crack as Tony brought the strap down on the table. Tariq started and Sally gasped. The sight and sound of the strap striking the table was terrifying to her. Tariq struck the table almost twenty times before he got it consistently right. Perspiring, Tariq loosened his tie and rolled up his shirtsleeve. He was clearly very excited and very nervous. Sally smiled bravely and respectfully at him to calm him and assure him that she did not resent him for what he would do to her. She curtsied respectfully, lifted her skirt, lowered her knickers and bent over the table. The sight of her beautiful bottom above her stocking tops (knowing she would be thrashed, but not by Tariq, she had dressed for the occasion), her dilated vagina betraying her arousal, gave Tariq the nearest he could come to a heart attack. As well as fear, which was mitigated by the knowledge that she deserved what was coming, Sally felt a delicious thrill at exposing herself to be beaten by a younger man of another culture with her husband as witness.

Tariq raised the strap and Tony, sitting across the table, grasped her hands. The strap fell at intervals of thirty seconds, each stroke hard and as hard as the last, Sally gasped then cried out, then screamed but asked no mercy and was given none. At length Tariq laid down the strap and she sobbed over the table. After five minutes Tony ordered her up. She rubbed her bottom and thanked Tariq, then she and Tony bade Tariq good night and went to their bedroom. When the tears had gone and the foreplay to their love making was about to start, Sally said "I’m sorry for Tariq. I mean to have strapped me like that and have no-one to be intimate with."

"He's had enough pleasure for one night. You can't go and be intimate with him."

"I don't mean that. I mean I could have helped him with my hand, you know."

"He's got hands of his own; haven't you noticed? So have I, feel this?"

"Very funny, Sir...Oooooh, Sir."

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