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Howard returned the dowel on Thursday. I ran my hands over it and praised him. "Just like you said it would be, as smooth as glass and I hardly recognize it. The new color is beautiful and you even polished the D-rings. Thank you."
I smiled and said, "I wonder if it still works."
He looked into my eyes and found the signal he was looking for. "There's only one way to find out but it will have to be on your own. The church men's group is meeting tonight and I have to go. It won't be over until very late and we both have to work tomorrow."
He could see my disappointment and said, "Believe me. I would much rather be here and interrogate my prisoner."
He held me and asked, "Does my prisoner like what I do to her."
I replied, "She sure does."
We kissed a bit and he asked, "Would you be willing to go shopping with me on Saturday. There are a few things I want to get from the outside world that are not available in Riverton."
Something about the way he said it intrigued me. I asked what he needed and got the "only thing I need is you" comment but never actually told me what he wanted to buy.
He left and I looked at the dowel. I wonder if he knew I would try out the dowel that night. After stripping off my clothes I got the box of ropes and put myself in it. I couldn't get my legs as wide as he got them but it was enough to feel opened for my fantasy ravisher. I found a way to tie the knots so they would be fairly secure but easily undone by pulling on a loose end. I lay on my bed and twiddled myself for a while before bending backwards and raising my legs. I had tried this before he took it for refinishing so already knew to have some longer ropes handy. I ran them through the rings and then over the rail at the top of the bed. I pulled the ropes until I was folded in half and secured the ends to the vertical rails. I also discovered that I couldn't reach my end table when I was like that so had already put my toys within reach. I started with the nipple clamps an put my hands up as if tied to the bed and imagined him enjoying my display. Even without touching myself there I knew I was getting wet.
Then I inserted the special plug and went back to my unnatural display. I ended by using only one of my hands to guide the vibrator around and then the larger rubber object took me forcefully. Even then I waited until I was completely relaxed before removing the plug and the clamps. Then I released the ropes holding the dowel and freed my feet.
Friday night was an impromptu party at Howard's house. Since we were going to leave very early on our shopping trip I accepted his invitation to spend the night. When I arrived I put my overnight bag in his bedroom and then helped him get ready for the rest of the gang. Pete was the last to make an appearance and there was quiet shock when the rest of them saw Susan with him. They had a long history of putting up with her in high school and they still doubted the sincerity of her tearful apologies a week ago. They were courteous but decidedly cool towards her. It was like a cocktail party at first with people forming little groups to gossip and share news. Susan sought me out and said, "I think this was a mistake but Pete insisted on bringing me. Maybe this is part of my punishment for the way I used to be. I'm glad you're here. You're the only one who didn't hate the old me."
I pointed out that Pete seemed to like the change in her and she smiled. "Yeah, he's been pretty nice. We went out once when we were teenagers but that was during my Ice Princess period. I thought all the boys here were only after one thing; to get into my pants, make me fall in love and then drop me. I wasn't about to fall into that trap so I kept them and their silly girlfriends at a distance. I couldn't wait to get out. Then I went to college and met all those sophisticated people and the virginity I prized was gone in less than two weeks. I had sex with anyone who sounded modern and was protesting against something. Anything actually. As long as they were bold enough to speak their minds I was ready to spread my legs. I got pregnant in my senior year and married the guy I thought was the father. After a miscarriage we discovered that we really didn't like each other. Even the sex was stale and I wasn't surprised to find out he was screwing another woman. I tried to make it on my own but finally had to come home to my folks. Believe me, Riverton was the last place I intended to go to but I had no choice. It was either here or live in some drug infested tenement house. I guess I overdid my attitude and paid the price for it. After the news got out that Mayor Olsen strapped me and I was going to do a Community Service I was embarrassed to walk down the street. I knew everyone was just waiting to see me on the cable. At least that's what I thought at first. When I stopped being such a bitch I found out how nice the people here can be. I was totally ashamed of myself and knew I had to be punished. I was born here so I just accepted that the punishment was not going to be pleasant. When it was over I had to say something and was amazed at how many people were willing to give me another chance."
She was facing away from the rest of the group and didn't realize that they had moved closer and were listening intently. I was about to warn her but Howard put a finger to his lips and I got the message. Susan continued, "Pete was the best surprise. He took me to his house and just held me until we fell asleep. The next morning he woke me up, inspected my bottom and declared it ready for a different form of spanking. Believe it or not, it was the first time I got one like that and I can't wait to get another one. I was really stupid and now I realize how wonderful this place is. It's going to be hard to convince everyone but I want to be the kind of person I should've been. Oh my God. How long have you been listening?"
She had just realized the size of her audience and turned bright red. Pete reached for her but was pushed out of the way by Betty. "Get lost buster. We'll take over from here."
The women ushered Susan into a bedroom and when I tried to follow I was politely told that there were some issues from the old days to discuss and I was not invited. I understood and was not upset. Then George said, "Well guys, it looks like it's all of us and only one female. Who wants first crack at her."
I went into a fighting stance and warned them that I had a black belt in Haiku. I scared them I did.
For the next hour or so they talked about sports and stuff and I wandered around the house. On my previous visit I hadn't taken the time to appreciate the work Howard had done or how nice the furniture he built was. When the door to the bedroom opened there was a noticeable change. Whatever they had talked about had a salutary effect on all of them. More than one of the women had slightly reddened eyes. The air had been cleared and Susan was now one of them.
The rest of the night was spent in various party games and good conversation. When they heard of our intended shopping trip we got requests for specific items. Then the women separated themselves from the men for a private chat. Jessica and Betty were telling the others about the store that sold our special toys. With a lot of giggling my list of things to buy grew longer. When we rejoined the guys it was time for another game. During the course of the evening Susan was enjoying the camaraderie and was able to make jokes about herself and act utterly foolish during Charades. The evening was a success on a number of levels.
I had only pajamas in my bag. I had considered something sexier but figured we go from street clothes to nakedness for our romp and then into pajamas. But by the time they all left it was very late and my host and I were too tired to take advantage of each other so it was directly to the pajamas. He looked so cute in his and we snuggled under the covers and slept.
In the morning we showered, got dressed and were on our way. I promised him a big breakfast in a restaurant I knew just off the Interstate so that's where we went first. Then off to the big city for some power shopping.
Most of the items on our lists were available in the large mall and Howard was impressed. He was like a little kid and wanted to look in every store. He especially enjoyed going into the one that sold intimate apparel. Many of the things on my list were to be found there and the clerk probably wondered why I bought so many sexy things in different sizes. Howard asked which ones were for me and I grinned. "You're just going to have to wait and see."
As it got close to lunchtime we passed numerous fast food stalls but he said, "Isn't there a restaurant around here? Someplace where two people can eat and actually hear each other."
I knew of a place not far away and since we had completed our lists of things to get at the mall we moved to our next stop. The restaurant was a little crowded and I was about to suggest going somewhere else but Howard whispered in the waiter's ear and we were escorted to a quiet table towards the back. As we were looking at the menus I asked what he had said to get such service. He smiled. "I just said I wanted a secluded table where I could ask you to marry me. He bought it and here we are but you ought to jump up and say 'Yes' at some point or he'll know I pulled a fast one."
I laughed and said I admired his ingenuity.
The meal was pricey but very good. I noticed our waiter and quite a few of the staff watching us and decided to go along with Howard's game. I think I startled him when I shouted, "Yes I will. Oh Howard we're going to be so happy together."
My announcement was met with applause from the restaurant employees confirming my suspicion that the reason we got this table had been shared. A serendipitous effect was getting the meal free as an engagement present. I hung on Howard's arm as we left and when we got to my car we both burst out laughing.
Short trips to a few different stores and I asked where he wanted to go to buy whatever it was that he originally wanted. He just said, "I believe it's already on your agenda."
The only things left on my list were in the 'Marital Aids' store and I said, "Why Howard. You naughty little boy."
The first thing you pass when you go into the place is a display of videos, magazines and books. He glanced at them and said, "I've heard of this but don't see why anyone would just want to watch or read about someone else having sex. Doing it yourself is much better."
I answered, "You set the VCR to record that guy in his woodshop and you have a whole shelf of books about working with wood. Maybe this is like that. Sort of a reference library full of new ideas and techniques."
He laughed and picked up a magazine featuring girls getting spanked. He flipped through the pages and said, "Nope, nothing new here and the theme seems to be related to punishment. Not my style at all. Now, this one could be interesting but the way these women are tied up doesn't leave enough room for the guy to take full advantage of the situation. I'll pass thank you. If I want to experiment I have the perfect partner for it."
I squeezed his hand and we moved on. He knew about the things in my bedside table so wasn't terribly shocked at seeing those on display. I consulted my list and put various items in my basket. His curiosity about which ones was for who remained unsatisfied. The next aisle had lots of things designed for punishment. He looked at some of the paddles and said, "Cheap workmanship. The one I made for the city is better than this."
I agreed and we passed by the whips. When we got to the bondage section he said, "Now, this is what I've been looking for. Something more comfortable than ropes. Which ones do you like?"
I don't know if I was really wanting reassurance but I answered with a question. "Why does my opinion count? You're the one who's going to use them."
He knew what I was really asking but teased me. "Yes but it will be on a woman. You're one of those but I could ask that lady over there what she thinks of these."
I called him a cad and he smiled. "Or maybe because you're the only one who's going to wear them."
I kissed him and then clapped my hands like a kid looking at a candy display. There were big bulky things with buckles and straps galore but the ones I chose were much lighter and softer. Almost feminine looking cuffs but strong enough to hold me securely. They were hooked together but could be detached and tied to something else. He made me hold out my wrists to try them on and I know a few of the other shoppers saw us. He teased again and threatened to keep them on me and my eyes opened wide. He laughed and said, "When I have a prisoner I prefer a less public location."
He took them off and selected another pair for my ankles. He did not make me model them thank goodness. I stopped him from walking to the checkout and picked up a different sort. It was longer and designed to hold my arms together. There were pictures on the packaging showing possible usages. I pointed to the one of a woman with her arms crossed behind her and encased in the leather and said, "You seemed to like it when I was like that. The cuffs you picked out are very nice but not really suited for this. He looked at the price and said, "Wow. Well, I was planning on buying you lunch and since we got such a good deal I can afford this too."
In my car he said, "Do we have anything else to buy?"
I said, "Nope but we're not ready to head back yet. I want to drive by my old haunts and remind myself how lucky I am to be living in Riverton."
The last place we passed was the apartment where I fulfilled his first special wish. I smiled as I drove along and I don't think he was surprised when I pulled into a motel.
I shut off the engine and said, "You're in the outside world and I'm a girl who wants to get spanked. Shall we?"
He smiled his answer. I wanted to try out the new cuffs but he said, "Not here. I want to do that tonight when we have plenty of time."
In the room we sat on the bed for a nice session of kissing and petting and slow removal of clothes. Then he took me over his knee and warmed my bottom perfectly. It was an extravagance to pay full price for a room we only used for two hours but it was worth it.
Back in town we delivered the things people wanted and than to my place to pick up my toys, the ropes and the beautiful dowel. Supper at Dana's and then to his house where I was bound and tormented by an unmerciful interrogator for hours.
Lunch at the Moving Finger after church the next day saw a new and welcomed member of our group. Susan was truly home again for the first time.
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