William Marsh woke up on his bed Saturday evening and burst into tears. His trussed up battered body was heaving with heavy sobs of shame as he lie there staring at the video tapes surrounding him. Tapes of the sexual encounters he and his wife Martha had over the first few years of their marriage which he kept secret from her. His tears increased in volume when he noticed the double doors of the closet were wide open leaving the video camera in full view. Then there was the note pinned to his chest, telling Martha to check the video recorder for an explanation. The clever Miss Foxx had thought of everything. By now she had surely contacted the Dean and campus police. Or possibly notified the police in the city. His distinguished career and impeccable reputation would be totally ruined. Not to mention having his honorable name dragged through the mud during the unpleasant divorce Martha would surely ask for. Sixteen years of hard work to make a respected name for himself had been utterly destroyed in one afternoon.

It was still hard for him to believe he completely misread the alluring signals he thought Cheryl Foxx was sending him. He was absolutely convinced she wanted his body as much as he desired hers. Her gorgeous leg swinging up and down with her shoe dangling from her toes was still etched in his mind. But the severe beating the lovely Miss Foxx gave him to stop his sexual advances was positive proof he must have been delusional. Unfortunately that lapse in judgment was going to cost him everything. And he saw no way of escaping his horrifying dilemma. William struggled with his cloth bonds in an attempt to free himself. But he was securely tied down and couldn't reach any of the knots with his probing fingers. Miss Foxx had done a superb job of hog tying him with the robe belts. He was bound up like a calf at the rodeo. He wanted to scream in frustration. But the stocking gag stuffed in his mouth was firmly held in place with another stocking and he couldn't budge it. His cause looked hopeless.

Martha Marsh disembarked from the plane Monday morning and looked around for her husband. But William was no where to be found. She hailed a cab without giving it a second thought. Martha was used to William losing himself in his work and forgetting all about the world around him. He hadn't changed one bit in their twenty years of marriage and she suspected he never would. But she dearly loved the man so she was willing to put up with his eccentric behavior. She had a pleasant visit with her sister but it was nice to be home. There was several social events coming up and she needed to do some planing. And there was committee meetings to attend for the charities she belonged to. Plus of course her volunteer work for the church, the half way house for troubled children, and the YWCA. So Martha had plenty of things to occupy her time while William was busy with his projects.

A smile crossed her beautiful face when she thought about the YWCA. At thirty eight years old she never dreamed she would be doing something as wild as taking self defense lessons. It was so out of character for her. But watching the instructor while he taught the girls had thoroughly fascinated the middle aged woman. The way his fluid body moved while going through his routine was riveting. Luckily she was wearing slacks that day. So she slipped off her heels and joined the class. And she fully enjoyed the experience. Martha was proud of what she had accomplished in the past year. She was doing quite well in her Karate lessons and had learned a little Judo and Jujitsu as well. Her confidence level was at it's peak and her shapely body was firm and fit. She thought about asking William to join her a few times but rejected the idea. He would never abandon his precious work and probably would lecture her for frivolously wasting her time.

His car was in the driveway when she climbed out of the taxi. So she knew William was home. He's probably camped out in his study working on some important research paper. She said to herself. I'll pop in and see if he would like a sandwich after I put away my things. Martha picked up her suitcase and travel bag and turned towards the bedroom. When she opened the door she got the shock of her life. "OH MY GOD!" She screamed as she dropped her bags and frantically rushed to her husbands side. In her haste to free her poor husband Martha didn't pay much attention to the scattered video tapes. She fought with the knots for a few seconds but was unable to untie them. His constant struggling had considerably made them tighter. "Hang on William. I'll be right back with my scissors." She told him as she scurried out of the room.

When Martha returned with the scissors she noticed the note pinned to his chest for the first time. For some unknown reason she couldn't fathom, she went straight to the note instead of cutting William loose. Her face turned as white as a sheet when she read the contents. When she checked the video recorder the color quickly returned to her face. It was red with fury and her anger was about to erupt. "YOU FILTHY BASTARD! HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME?" William simply laid there and cried. Martha snatched up two of the tapes and stormed out of the room. She left William tied up like a Christmas turkey while she put a tape in the VCR and got comfortable. A short time later she returned to the bedroom with her tightly clenched fists resting on her curved hips. "I should personally thank this resourceful young lady for showing me how despicable you are. She really handed you your ass on a platter. Although you'll think she was merely playing patty cake by the time I get through with your perverted ass." William completely broke down and sobbed.

While watching the horrendous sex tapes Martha came to a conclusion. If she were to divorce William the truth would come out. His good name and reputation would be ruined which is exactly what he deserved. But it would also be very humiliating and embarrassing for her. If the young lady was going to turn William in for attempted rape she would have done so by now. She must have thought about my feelings and how it would effect me. She said to herself. So she decided to leave his punishment in my hands. I truly owe her a debt of gratitude. Martha's mind began to formulate a plan. Her parents left her a considerably large amount of money when they passed away. So they definitely didn't need William's salary to survive. If she made him resign his position he would be forced to remain at home with her. Then she could make him pay for his lecherous indiscretions for the rest of his miserable life. Starting with the severely painful beating she was about to give him.

Martha Marsh

"Please don't divorce me Martha. Regardless of what you saw you know I love you. I'll make it up to you somehow. I swear on my family's honor I'll never hurt you again. Just give me the chance to prove it." "I know you'll never hurt me again William. In fact, I can guarantee it. Hurting you however is another matter. You'll be completely docile and obedient when I'm finished beating you senseless. And I'm going to enjoy every second of your excruciating pain. Now get your worthless ass up and raise your fists. Or if you prefer, you can remain in the floor while I beat you like a mangy dog. Choose quickly asshole because my patience is wearing thin." William looked at her like she had lost her mind. "You can't be serious Martha. You can't weigh more than 125 pounds. So that gives me at least a 60 pound advantage. Combined with the fact I'm nearly a foot taller and a male, the idea of you giving me a beating is utterly ridiculous. Now come to your senses before you do something you'll regret." He replied shaking his head.

Martha's answer was a solid right cross that landed above his left eye. "SMACK!" "This is your last chance you useless prick. Get up or else." She threatened. William sprang to his feet and attempted to tackle her. Martha grabbed his wrist and turned her body while executing a perfect Judo throw. William was suddenly screaming in terror while flying through the air. "AAIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" "SLAM!" It sounded like an atom bomb going off when he hit the floor. His body tumbled several feet before finally coming to a stop. Martha casually strolled over and hauled her delirious husband to his feet. "That was a piss poor imitation of a bird darling. Let's see if you can do better this time." She viciously twisted his arm before tugging it toward her while whipping her body around. William was yanked off of his feet and sailing through the air again. "AAIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" Another loud scream bounced off of the walls before the floor came up to meet him. William had no idea where he was at when Martha dragged him up.

"You can't fly for shit. So let's skip the flying lessons for the moment and see how well you do as a punching bag. The only requirement for that job is to remain stationary. Which won't be a problem because I'm going to give you a hand and hold you up. Isn't that nice of me?" Martha got a good grip on his shirt and opened fire. "SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!" William came out of his stupor and tried to shove his irate wife away from him. Martha took dead aim on his arms and drilled him in the muscles. "THUMP!..THUMP!" Both of his arms turned numb and limply dropped to his sides. "That's much better. Now let's continue where we left off." "SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!" Heavy tears were rolling down his swelling cheeks while Martha mercilessly beat William to a bloody pulp. When she released him, William dropped to his hands and knees at her feet and cried his heart out. His face was covered with multiple cuts and abrasions and was really beginning to puff up.

Martha looked down at her crying husband and felt no compassion at all. In fact, the opposite was occurring. Her finely curved body was swelling with pride. She felt so incredibly strong and powerful she could have defeated an entire football team without breaking a sweat. "Get up you son of a bitch. Your punishment isn't over by a long shot." She ordered. "Please Martha. Can't we discuss this like rational human beings?" William whined. "WHAP!" Her bare foot exploded in his face and knocked him over on his back. Martha straddled her sobbing husband and bent down to firmly clutch his shirt with both hands. Then she roughly jerked him up to look William straight in the eyes. "I said get your ass up. The only discussing I'm going to be doing is with my fists and feet. Now move your ass you pathetic little wimp." She replied as she shoved him down and stepped away. William struggled to his feet with a whimper.

"Good boy. Now fight." "Please Martha. I".. "SMACK!" Martha puffed his lip with a left jab. "Fight damn you." "This is ridiculous Mart".. "SMACK!" The right cross broke his nose. "Fight you little sissy or I'll beat you where you stand." She sternly commanded. William's anger was growing exponentially. He was certain he could talk her out of this outrageous notion if she would simmer down and listen to reason. "Damn it Martha stop hitting me." "SMACK!..SMACK!" Both of his eyes were beginning to turn black. That was the last straw. "AARRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!" William screamed his frustration and attacked. His arms were wildly swinging in an attempt to keep her off of him and hopefully land something. But Martha's defense was just as good as her potent offense. She eluded his clumsy swings with a smile. When William missed a particularly hard right and lost his balance, she took over with authority.

"SMACK!..SMACK!..THUD!..THUD!..CRACK!..WHAP!" Both sides of his jaw felt the pain of her stinging blows. Then his face turned red when she drove her fists deep into his mid section. The powerful uppercut clanked his teeth together and straightened his head up. Then the devastating kick landed flush in his face and dropped him to the floor. William lie there sobbing like a lost child. But sympathy was the farthest thing from Martha's mind. She dragged her weeping husband to his feet and spun him around. After wrenching his right arm up his back in a hammerlock and getting a firm grip on his hair, she repeatedly slammed him into the wall face first with all her strength. "WHAM!..WHAM!..WHAM!..WHAM!..WHAM!" William threatened to collapse. But Martha roughly jerked him back up and held him steady. "Oh no you don't wimp. We're just getting started. Now kiss the wall for me again." "WHAM!..WHAM!..WHAM!..WHAM!..WHAM!..WHAM!" He was barely conscious when Martha released him.

"You really are a pussy William. I understand now how your female student was able to handle you so easily. The teenage girls I practice with at the YWCA put up a better fight than you have so far. You're absolutely pathetic." Martha yanked William to his feet and flipped him over her hip. "SLAM!" Without hesitating she lifted him up again and sent him flying over her shoulder. "SLAM!" William was out on his feet and unable to resist his pissed off wife. "SLAM!" His limp body struck the floor for the third straight time after Martha hauled him up from the floor. William was completely incapacitated and defenseless. But Martha didn't care. She knelt down and placed her foot on the side of his neck while wrapping him up in an arm bar. William barely had the strength to scream when he felt the pain. "AAIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" "Scream for me you little sissy. I love it." He obliged her when she increased the pressure. "AAIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" "That's a good boy. I love an obedient man. Which is exactly what you're going to be when I'm finished with you."

William was crying uncontrollably. The only spot on his battered body that didn't hurt was his feet. And that was because they were so numb he couldn't feel them. He was also frightened out of his mind. Because the angry female kneeling above him was a person he didn't know. She certainly wasn't the gentle woman who picked out his ties and spent the evening hours in her rocking chair crocheting a sweater for him. This one was crazy with power and strong as an ox. Why on Gods green earth did I fall in the trap Miss Foxx set for me? He asked himself. I'm a Rhode scholar with a major position at a distinguished College. I should have known better. But the second he thought of the lovely Miss Foxx and her gorgeous legs, his dick began to grow like it was filling up with air. It surprised him he could get a rock solid hard on despite the enormous pain he was in. The sexual images quickly left his mind when Martha released his arm and dragged his drooping body to his feet.

"It's time to continue playing beat the pussy. So stand up and show me that pathetic offense of yours little man." William couldn't lift his arms let alone put up a fight. So he resorted to begging his wife for mercy. " Please Martha. No more. Let's sit down and talk this out like mature adults." "I'm afraid that's out of the question. There's only one mature adult living in this house. The other is a perverted bastard with thoughts of adultery. So begging is not going to help you. Now shut up and put up your fists sissy. I'm not through with you yet." William started to protest. But his chin was met by a savage uppercut that nearly took his head off. "CRACK!" He stumbled back and nearly went down. Just as he righted himself there was a whirlwind standing in front of him ripping his face to shreds. "SMACK!..WHACK!..WHACK!..THUD!..THUD!..WHAP!" The straight right swelled his puffy lips way out of proportion. Then both sides of his neck was jolted by vicious Karate chops. The two hard shots to his stomach almost reached his backbone before the crushing mule kick struck him on the chin. William toppled over backwards like a sawed off tree. "PLOP!"

Martha pulled his lifeless body up to his knees and brutally slapped his face back and forth to bring him around. "SLAP!..SLAP!" "Wake up and pay attention you big pussy." "SLAP!..SLAP!" "Do you hear me Goddammit. Wake up." "SLAP!..SLAP!" "Get those eyes open or I'll completely swell them shut." "SLAP!..SLAP!" "I mean it William. Now wake up." Just as she raised her hand to slap him again his eye lids fluttered open. William saw the look in his wife's cold blue eyes and his battered body violently started trembling. He was a beaten man and they both knew it. Martha had totally destroyed his spirit and bent his will to hers. He cowered at her feet and bawled like a new born baby. Martha literally saw the fight drain out of him. His shoulders slumped down in defeat and his head drooped to his chest while tears poured from his black eyes. She proudly stood over William like an invincible Goddess and let the powerful feeling wash over her.

"Your infidelity stops asshole." "SMACK!" "I refuse to let you embarrass and humiliate me or yourself any further." "SMACK!" "Tomorrow you will hand in your resignation." "SMACK!" "You may use any excuse you please." "SMACK!" It's not up for debate so keep your mouth shut." "SMACK!" "You will not leave this house from now on without my permission." "SMACK!" "Your time will be spent obeying my wishes to atone for your ludicrous behavior." "SMACK!" "And I promise to make your life a living hell." "SMACK!" "Is that understood William?" She sternly asked. He tightly closed his eyes and pitifully sobbed without answering her. "Do you hear me weakling?" She asked while getting right in his face. His swollen black eyes slowly opened while heavy tears soaked the front of his shirt. "Yes Martha. What ever you wish." He whimpered.

"That's better. Obey my orders at all times or I will beat you senseless. We both know I can easily carry out my threat. So take my advice and do as you're told. Now I have some matters to tend to so I need you to sleep for a while. I'll wake you when I need your services. So close your eyes and say good night." William's eyes got as big as saucers when he saw her draw back her fist with a beautiful smile on her face. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" "SMMMACK!" The sledge hammer right cross snapped his head to the side and instantly put his lights out. Martha smiled as he slumped to the floor at her feet and lie still. "Good boy. When I return we'll continue this conversation. I have a long list of rules to explain which you will be expected to follow. So enjoy your nap sweetheart."

When William woke up he was hurting all over. It pained him to even open his eyes. But he felt cramped so he had to see what the hell was going on. He was finally able to thoroughly regain his senses and saw he was cooped up in a dog cage. There might have been plenty of room for the Great Dane it was designed for. But the small space greatly restricted the movements of his larger body. He also noticed he was buck naked. Self pity enveloped him from head to toe while he tried his best to get comfortable. Tears dripped from his badly swollen eyes while his mind wandered over the events that occurred the last three days. Friday he was a highly respected College Professor with a demure wife who doted on his every whim. Now he was caged up like a wild animal and his sweet wife had turned into a vicious wildcat with lethal fists and exceptional fighting skills. The drastic change was the fault of a middle class female student who purposely led him into her deceitful web with a alluring smile and gorgeous legs which were impossible to resist.

His thoughts were interrupted when the light snapped on. Martha was standing in the doorway of the kitchen with her hands on her hips. "Well, I see you finally woke up from your nap. Excellent. You may get out of there because I need your services." She said as she opened the cage door. "Put on a pot of tea and bring it to the parlor. Do it immediately or you'll make me angry. I guarantee you'll be very sorry if you do that. And put on the pink apron hanging there on the hook. Now get to work." She commanded as she left the room. William was to busy stretching his cramped up muscles to utter a word. So he did as she asked in the hopes it would please her. Then maybe he could talk her out of this foolish notion and get his life back. He felt completely ridiculous when he wrapped the pink apron around his middle and tied it in the back. But he wanted Martha in the best possible mood so she would hopefully hear him out. He strained the tea in the china pitcher and arranged the cups around it. Then he picked up the tray and left for the parlor.

Cheryl Foxx

When he entered the parlor his face turned fire engine red and his heart nearly stopped beating. Sitting on the far end of the sofa was the lovely Miss Cheryl Foxx. Her right leg was crossed over her left and she was swinging it up and down with her high heel dangling from her toes. "Ah there you are William. Be a good boy and set the tray in front of me." Martha said with a smile. He made it about half way across the floor before the pink apron began to tent outward because of his gigantic hard on. His face got even redder when he heard the two females snickering. "Tell me Martha. Why can't a pathetic male control his useless organ? It's like it has a mind of it's own." Cheryl asked with an evil grin. "I know Cheryl. The only explanation I have is they're not intelligent enough to control two heads at the same time. Their brain just doesn't function properly." She replied as they looked at William and smiled.

William sat the tray down and did his best to hide his raging hard on. But it was impossible. "I have some wonderful news William. Since I have absolutely no idea how to do it, Cheryl has graciously offered her services to help me train you. I assume it will take every second we can spare, so she will be staying with us until she graduates. We should be able to make a decent slave out of you in three years." William's face turned snow white. "Oh he'll be obsessively obedient by the time we're through with him Martha. My father raised racing greyhounds and he allowed me to be their trainer. But we do have our work cut out for us. The first thing on the agenda is dealing with his unruly sex organ. We neutered the males back on the plantation so they would chase the mechanical rabbit instead of trying to mount the females." All the color drained from his face when she made that statement. The females couldn't control their laughter.

"Don't worry wimp, we wouldn't go that far. But I'm not sure you're going to like my alternative method any better. Now get your ass over here." Cheryl commanded. William pleadingly looked at Martha for help. But she crushed every ounce of hope he had when she spoke. "You heard her little man. Her orders are to be obeyed as much as my own. Now get over there before I paddle your ass." Tears were streaming down his cheeks while he plodded over to Cheryl like he was headed to the gallows. "Clasp your hands behind your back and spread your legs." Cheryl told him as she stood up. William tightly closed his eyes in shame and meekly obeyed her command. "Good boy. Now stand still and don't move." Cheryl took a step with her left leg and swung her right as hard as she could. "WHOP!" Her foot blasted him in the balls and put him down with an ear piercing scream. "AAIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"

Cheryl noticed his dick was still rock hard. "Up boy. That stubborn thing isn't tamed yet. So get on your feet." "OH GOD! PLEASE MARTHA! YOU MUST STOP HER!" He begged. "Do as she says before I get angry William. I won't tell you twice again. Now move your ass." The poor man was sobbing like a lost child when he stumbled to his feet. Trying to escape in his battered condition would be useless. The two females would be on him before he took three steps and probably give him a terrible beating. So he had no choice but to obey. "Good boy. Now hold perfectly still and don't move." William closed his eyes and gritted his teeth. But it didn't help. "WHOP!" "AAIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" He hit the floor like a demolished building and wailed like a banshee. "Again wimp. It's still sticking up like a flag pole." William wasn't sure he could stand with his balls swelling up like cantaloupes. But he somehow managed it. "That's my boy. Now hold still."

"WHOP!" Her high heel drilled him in the balls for the third straight time. William passed out and crumbled to the floor before the loud scream could escape his throat. Fortunately his dick finally got the message. It was loosely dangling between his legs like a wet noodle. "Nice job Cheryl. I have to admit, watching you torture him was extremely thrilling. We're going to have so much fun training the wimpy little bastard." Martha said with a sly grin. "That's the spirit Martha. He's definitely got it coming for trying to cheat on you by attempting to rape me. No woman should be treated like that. Making him a submissive slave who grovels at your feet is exactly what he deserves." "He'll be forced to grovel at your feet too. After all, he committed the crime against you. So I insist you enjoy the fruits of your labor as much as I will." "In that case I accept. Thank you Martha." Cheryl replied. "You're welcome my dear. Now let's wake him up and begin his training." The two females were giggling like young school girls when they slapped William awake.

Six hours later William crawled back in his cage. His balls were throbbing like a tooth ache because of the punishing kicks he received. And his ass was raw and on fire from the brutal spankings Martha and Cheryl administered for not following their instructions quickly enough. His body was a mass of purple bruises and his face was multi colored and swollen like a watermelon. The two females had tortured him for hours without showing the slightest bit of remorse. They humiliated and degraded him like it was their mission in life. Both females had easily proved they were totally superior to him in every way. He could do nothing but grit his teeth and accept it. And the worse part is it wasn't over. Tomorrow they would pick up where they left off and continue his training. One little slip up in judgment had cost him everything. He was living in a nightmare and couldn't escape it by waking up. He started crying again. William lost track of how many times he cried that day. But what did it matter. He was going to be crying for years to come. He wiped the tears from his sad eyes and tried to find a comfortable position so he could get some sleep. Tomorrow was going to be another long and painful day.