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Meanwhile, as I swept somewhat quietly, I could hear Sherie breaking the news to Rick.
"Honey, you know I love you, right?
"And I love you too."
"Yeah, yeah, I know. But here's the thing. What I want to say is, sometimes -- and I mean only just sometimes, in fact very rarely even --sex isn't about love; it's just something that a person has to do in a particular case. So their true love interest shouldn't get all upset if one of those particular situations comes up that their partner finds herself, well, to the point, Rick, she may look down and see someone else's dick in her. So that wouldn't be about real love, and her partner -- the one who really loves her -- would know the difference, and would understand, right? In fact, that kind of a situation would really separate a true lover from a possessive 'lover', right? A true lover will always be confident in her love. That's all I'm saying."
"I hadn't ever thought about that sort of thing happening."
"Well you need to. And tell me which kind of lover you are. Sometimes a girl needs to hear it for reassurance. Are you a real lover, or just possessive, Rick?"
"Well, I would be pretty possessive of my wife's, you-know, vagina. But I know I'm your real lover. Obviously. I mean, look at the things I do for the sake of your vagina. Who else would do what I do, or even give up what I give up, if not for true love?"
"And don't forget how much you're willing to take correction from me, Rick."
"Yeah, that too. I mean, that ought to show you something. So of course only true love would do all that."
"Well, that's what a girl likes to hear from her lover. And this month has been pretty weird, what with you and Harold being caught in a couple of pretty compromising situations and all, my confidence has been kind of shaky. And with your penis locked up so much while Harold's here, I don't know, I've just needed the reassurance Rick. And hearing Prudence brag to me about you being her 'good boy' so willingly, it's just been too much lately. So I needed to hear you say it just now."
"I love you, Sherie. And I'm *your* good boy too! I only go to Prudence when you ask me to. You know that."
"Yeah, I guess. And I guess that it pretty much one of those 'situations' I was talking about. I mean, Prudence looks down and sees a man's tongue in her vagina, and knows you're not really her true love's tongue in there -- You're mine, right? And it's my cage you're wearing. And my key. And only if I decide to send it. Right?"
"Right."
"Ok, so don't be surprised tonight if you look down and see Harold's penis in my pussy."
"Whatttt!!!"
"You heard me. Now go tell him to come in here. And I want you to inspect his sweeping work. Sweep the whole porch again and bring me the dust pan with anything in it he missed."
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"Harold, I gave you just one little chastity chore to do while I told Rick about tonight. And it nearly broke his heart, by the way. But all you had to do was sweep and keep sweeping, to work off some of your frustrations this morning on your release day. And I fear you didn't do a very good job of it -- I saw you peeping in the window as I was explaining to Rick about possibly seeing another man's penis in my pussy tonight. So now the tables are turned a bit and I'm making Ricky go sweep it again. If Ricky finds any dirt you missed, I'll know you really didn't care about doing a good job to keep me happy today. And you'll be mighty unhappy. And who knows, I might let him get the chance to work off some of his anger and horny frustrations."
"Huh?"
"That would only be fair, wouldn't it, Harold?"
"I... I... didn't know there'd be an inspection. I... I... just thought... you know... that you wanted me out of the room so you two could talk."
"Well let's go see what Ricky thinks of your job by now." And she ushered me out to the porch, almost as if by pulling me by my ear.
And of course by that time, Ricky displayed a pan with various types of dust, dirt, and even some mouse droppings.
"I've seen enough, Rick. Thank you. I can hardly believe that Harold was so little interested in doing as I told him to do. Ricky, tell Harold what happens around here when you fail to do simple chastity jobs?"
"I get punished on the spot, naked, and my chastity gets extended."
"Well, Harold, you heard him. You can kiss today's release and longtime fantasy 'reward' goodbye, can't you?"
"Oh please Sherie, not that. I've been waiting so long. And you promised."
"What do you think, Rick? Should Harold get away with things you get punished for? Or does he need an extra stroke or two for talking back?"
"Three extras, Sweetheart."
"Ok then. Three extras. And I'd be afraid after a couple of strokes he might get hard if I'm the one who administers it. And I shouldn't be seeing Antalya Escort your buddy dancing around naked in front of me after a few good ones. So Ricky, I guess you should take care of his punishment. Say a dozen, with three extras, over the porch rail, while I listen from inside?"
"Yes, Sherie. It'll be my pleasure."
"Oh, and Ricky... don't go too hard on him because of what I told you earlier. No need to worry about that now. After Harold's little indiscretion this morning, I don't see his penis making it out of his cage and into your wife's red-bushed pussy after all. You're safe for now. Go easy on him."
"You heard the lady. Pants down, Buddy. And lean over the rail. That's it. All the way over. Let's make sure you don't go dancing around and showing off your chastie to her after the first few."
I feel him lean over me and start securing my wrists to the hooks, coincidentally convenient on the other side. And after fastening them tightly, he seemed to be taking his own sweet time getting back up and off of me.
He whispered in my ear: "You really deserve a lot worse for sweet-talking my bride into nearly fucking her. So just be glad this is only a whipping, Motherfucker."
He left no doubt what he'd have done to me had it not been for Sherie listening from the kitchen window.
He then carried out her sentence of a dozen strokes on my ass. With manly vigor. The harsh pain made me glad I'd been secured; else I know indeed I'd have flopped around to the tune of Rick's belt. And I'd forgot about the three extras for talking back to her. Crying loudly, I learned my lesson right then, and wouldn't do that again anytime soon. And listening from the window, she knew it too.
Laying once again over my naked backside, Rick took way too long unfastening me.
"Did you enjoy that?" he whispered. "There's more where that came from. A lot more, if I hear you coming onto my wife again. Ever!"
And he let me up.

I stayed outside cooling my backside, before pulling my pants back on and (reluctantly) returning to be in the company of Rick