Marian 2

	As the sun crawled lower in the western sky, Kenneth maneuvered his way out of 
the city and onto the eastbound highway.  Traffic thinned as most of the commuters took 
off-ramps leading into one suburb or another, but the lanky huskymorph kept driving, 
further out into the country, toward the mountains.  About forty miles outside the city, he 
took an access turnoff, and floored the gas on his truck.
	A plume of dust rose behind him as he headed north, away from the highway, and 
into the hills.  He wore a charcoal suit, fairly normal office attire, with a crimson tie.  His 
jacket was on the seat beside him, and the back of his hand brushed it as he shifted into a 
higher gear.  The truck had been with him a long time, like the boots he always wore, and 
he knew what it could handle.  Like the dip in the road that flew below him without so 
much as a rumble, or the landing following a breath of air time as he crossed over a set of 
disused rail tracks.
	Again he turned off onto an unmarked drive, that led up to a two-story house on a 
hill.  Home, and better, his wife, Marian.  The two had been married for seven happy 
years.  Genetic differences kept the pair from having children, but they were happy with 
each other.  Maybe in the next few years they would adopt a child to raise, but it was a 
subject that rarely came up.  They were both still young, and enjoying life together.
	He turned into the dirt drive, and parked in front of the house, letting the truck 
idle for bit before killing the motor.  He left his boots on the enclosed front step, and 
walked in, expecting his usual greeting of a hug and a sniff of dinner almost ready.  
Instead he was greeted by a noted absence of his wife and lover.  He hung his coat on the 
back of one of the kitchen chairs, and looked around.  Dinner was not on the stove, and it 
didn’t look to have been interrupted.  It didn’t look to have been started, actually.  
Everything was in place, as it should be, for his tabby kitten kept a neat kitchen.  So, 
nothing really out of place, here.
	He checked the living room and garage before he headed upstairs.  Still no sign of 
his girl in the bedroom, and he started to get worried.  He looked in, to see if she had 
fallen asleep in a hot bath, but the bathroom was as clean and orderly as the kitchen.  That 
left the basement.
	As he opened the door that concealed the stairs downward, he was greeted with 
just the hint of a scent, but he couldn’t place it.  Still, it was more sign of life than before.  
He started down the stairs, but stopped two steps in, as a card bumped into his nose, 
dangling from the ceiling.  He frowned, took hold of it, and read it.
	Dear Kenneth,
	I’m downstairs.  Forgive me for not having dinner ready when you came home, 
but I couldn’t wait.  I’m downstairs.  Come and get me!
		-Marian
	He chuckled softly.  “Sweet kitten.  You are such a tease.”  He went back upstairs, 
and dropped his slacks, shirt and tie as well, on the kitchen chair, before returning to the 
steps.  Down in the basement was where the pair commonly enjoyed rougher pleasures.  
The bedroom was used for playful, tender things, but the basement was a good bit 
more… hardcore, he supposed.  They never sought to hurt each other, but each knew 
what sorts of pain accentuated the pleasure.
	At the bottom of the stairs, he turned, and leaned back, taking in the sight before 
him.  A brow rose in quiet amusement at the scene laid out for him.
	Marian was laid out on the thin mattress they kept down here, blindfolded, gagged 
and collared.  She was kneeling, with cuffs on her ankles secured together, and secured to 
the wide, ringed belt she wore.  Obviously not going anywhere.  And she had used the 
padlocks to which only he had the key.  Another strong symbol of her trust for him.  One 
paw was secured to the back of the belt as well, but the other was busy, two fingers 
pumping in and out of her cunny.  From the damp state of her thighs and the darker area 
on the mattress, she had been at it for a good while.
	He moved quickly, and secured her free hand to the belt, making her truly 
helpless.  “Now, kitten… you know very well that you’re supposed to have dinner ready 
when I get home.  That’s one punishment.  Second, you’re not supposed to use these 
locks without notifying me.  Another punishment.  You’re getting a third punishment for 
making me worry when I came home.”  She listened, then nodded, hips squirming softly.
	“For your first punishment, you are not to come again until I give you permission.  
If you disobey, you’ll get another punishment, understand?”
	She nodded again, and he could see some of the tension in her actually drain out 
as he took control.  “Your second punishment… hmm…  Do you remember that lathe 
project I showed you?”  He could tell from the way she struggled that she did, and that 
she had finally figured out its use.  It was a piece of oak that had been carved down into a 
rough spiral, then smoothed out, looking like nothing so much as the head of a screw.
	When he had sat in the living room with a piece of fine grit sandpaper and the 
project, she had sat at his feet, and watched, asking him what it was for.  He never 
answered, just smiled at her.  Several coats of glossy resin had made it as smooth as 
glass, but it was still very hard.  And she had finally figured out its use.
	He picked up the screw.  The tip was thin, only an inch wide, and it slowly 
widened over a six inch length to be three inches at the base.  A thin coat of water based 
lube was rubbed in over along the full length, and he put some more on two fingers and 
started to rub it into her tailhole.  He could hear the squeal die behind the gag, and see her 
squirm and shiver.
	When she felt the smooth, fairly warm wood pressing in, she wriggled, but 
relaxed, accepting the toy.  Once the first threads made it in, Ken started to turn, slowly, 
until it was about four inches in, at the two-inch wide spot.  He stopped there, and just 
looked at her, helpless, breathing hard and writhing her hips, her tail thrashing wildly.  
Even with the gag in place, he could hear her moaning.
	He reached behind her head, and undid the buckles, then pulled the ball from her 
muzzle and the blindfold from her eyes.  Immediately a plaintive mewl came out, mixed 
with another heavy moan.  “Ahhh… it seems someone is having a lot of trouble.  How 
are you holding up, sweet kitten?”
	“Kennnn!” she whined, panting heavily.  “F-feel so full…  P-please make love to 
me?”
	He chuckled and shook his head.  “Not quite yet, kitten, but soon.  I promise you, 
soon.  But first the third punishment.  I think…  Yes, a good spanking should do.”  He 
carefully picked her up, and set her on her knees, then leaned her forward, so her breasts 
and knees were the only things touching the thin mattress.  In that position, Ken started to 
slowly screw the toy into her again, until it was fully inside her, with just the base 
sticking out.  Marian groaned deeply, and with a chuckle, the husky knelt down behind 
her, and started to lap at her soaked cunt.
	The attention immediately brought a deep, throbbing purr from her, as she forgot 
all about her discomfort and helplessness, and focused on the pleasure of a broad, strong 
tongue pressing into her tunnel.  He slowed his tongue’s motions, then stopped them 
again, and listened to her whimper and mewl.  “Shush, Marian dear.  Almost.  I think 
fifteen strokes will do you just fine. To warm you up, that is.”
	She nodded, and bit her lower lip, looking back at him, her cheek pressed into the 
ground.  He settled in beside her, and looked her in the eyes, slowly raising his hand.  He 
brought it down, and smiled as she didn’t flinch or cry out.  The stroke wasn’t hard, nor 
were the four that followed, but they all landed in about the same place on the left cheek, 
leaving a distinct warmth and sting.  Another five on the right cheek, and she started to 
flinch at the last two, but still not a cry or complaint.
	She was starting to squirm her rump again, but was holding mostly still.  That 
didn’t last, as the eleventh landed squarely between her thighs, strong enough to sting.  
She let out a startled yelp, and immediately tried to lift off her knees, but there was no 
escape.  The strokes came, one after the other, until her labia felt like they were burning.  
But at fifteen he was done, and she let out a little mew of triumph.  The husky chuckled 
at the sound, and nodded.  “Yes, kitten.  Time for your reward.”
      He picked her up again, and went over to an easy chair, set up in the corner for 
him to watch from.  He sat down, and brought the still bound feline back with him, 
settling her in his lap.  “Are you ready?”
      “Yes… God yes.  Please love, please make love to me?” the tone, some 
combination of lust, desperation and trust, was like a drug to him, and he could hardly 
help the response.  It was the same tone that inevitably won him over, time and time 
again.
      He slid his boxers down, and removed his shaft, quite hard after watching the 
wonderful show.  In a few moments he had worked the tip inside of her, and was letting 
her slowly sink down on him.  She made it to the knot on her own weight, hips rocking 
slowly.  “That’s it… good kitten.  Mmm…  I can tell you really want this.  Just remember 
your first punishment.”
      She seemed confused for a few moments, then suddenly let out a soft cry.  “That’s 
not fair!  I n-need to come, Ken, I c-can barely hold back right now…”
      He chuckled softly again, and kissed her on the side of the neck, slowly working 
his hips in time with hers.  “I’ll let you, but only when I think you can’t take anymore.  
Not a moment before.  And you’d better not try and cheat me.  You know how much I 
love to hear you on the edge.”  He nibbled up under her chin now, and she let out a 
throaty purr, arched back and drove her hips downward.
      They made love, slowly, steadily increasing the pace and pressure.  Even before 
Ken started working his knot into her, she was taking those halting half-breaths, mewling 
and whimpering in desperation as she struggled against the climax she wasn’t allowed to 
have yet.  With the thick knot stretching her entrance, she was very nearly about to lose 
all control before it popped in.  Then, fully embedded inside her, he paused in the 
attentions of his lips under her chin long enough to give the words she waited for.  
“Come, kitten.”
      She gave in to the desperate need in a moment of relief, and came as commanded, 
her inner muscles squeezing him tightly again and again.  The fluttering, pulsing muscles 
around his shaft and knot were more than enough to bring him to climax as well, and he 
enjoyed release deep within his lover.  Afterward, they both lay there, cuddling and 
kissing softly.  In a little while, he undid the locks, and she turned around, still stuck on 
his knot, to straddle his waist.
      “Are you still hungry for dinner, love?” she purred, nuzzling at his ears.
      “No.  But it is nearly eleven.  We ought to think of getting some sleep.”
      “Maybe.  But it is Friday.  No need to get up early.  I think we could take a nap, 
just like this.”
      Kenneth was not inclined to disagree, and that is where they woke the next 
morning, still curled together in the easy chair.

End