John was thrilled. Her mouth was even better than he expected. Warm and moist, its constant sucking motion brought him sheer pleasure. Very quickly his come started the ascent through his cock. Joan knew the feeling of the moving pulsations in his cocked and worked even harder to keep his come moving up. John called her name, she looked up and their eyes met. He nodded slowly and slowed down his thrusting. "Open" was all he said. She knew what this meant. Even though she had never come close to this, she knew what had to happen. The thought of the rod was still the overpowering presence in her mind and if she had to, she would slit herself open rather than endure another session. He put his hands on her head and steadied her. With his cock almost out of her mouth he began a slow and steady assault into her mouth. He angled her face up slightly so his cock had an unobstructed path to her throat. With her head at the perfect angle she felt the first pressure at the back of her tongue. He never slowed, nor sped up, just a steady pressure.

At the moment of truth, just before her gag reflex would come into play she heard him say "if you vomit now, 3 more." She knew exactly what he meant and she took a deep breath. Somehow, his cock did not stop and her throat did not put up any obstacle. He slid into her throat. Both of them were thrilled for different reasons. He backed out, then slid back in again, again nothing barring his way; a delicious tightness enveloped his entire cock and he was enjoying every moment. Joan, for her part was delighted too. This was easy, this seemed to be no problem for her, she was taking him down her throat like she had been doing it for years. She felt relieved, but just for a moment.

John liked the feeling and when fully extended into her mouth, he held his cock there, not pulling back. Joan didn't move and she felt she needed a breath but her airway was jammed full of cock. He sensed her mounting tension and tightened his grip on her head, not letting her pull off. "Swallow", he commanded. "Swallow my cock". She was not sure what he meant, "swallow"? Her mouth and throat were full, how could she swallow. The lack of air was beginning to affect her and she heard him say again "swallow', She forced herself to swallow and she felt her throat contract tightly around his cock. Only then did he pull out and she was allowed to breath deeply.

"Yes, that's it, that's what you need to do each time I am just about to enter your throat, swallow." She nodded her understanding and began to follow his instruction. What a feeling he was experiencing, like extra fingers massaging his cock deep within the warmth of her mouth. His come was not going to wait, it was right there and with the swallowing, it was going to be forcibly extracted.

He started to come and he wanted to experience the pure full physical pleasure. He pulled way back until her lips just were able to keep hold of him, and then thrust himself fully. She moved backwards not a fraction of an inch. His come began escaping from the tip of his cock and he again pulled way back, this time actually slipping out of her mouth. She gasped for him and found his cock just as it was propelling itself forward again. This sequence continued until he was fully spent. He stopped his movements completely, with his cock deep in her mouth. She began swallowing again, draining the last pearls from him and cleaning him completely. He slowly pulled back letting her mouth finish working over each centimeter of his cock, until it just softly popped out.

Both he and she had smiles. She, both because she knew she had avoided the rod and because she had done a good job; and he, because he not only got exactly what he wanted, but he had left a glob of come on her face. When he had pulled out, she didn't realize that a trail of come had left his cock, hit the side of her nose and ran down her cheek to near the corner of her mouth.

They both calmed down and as he came out of the bathroom he heard his front door. He came back into the room with Michael. "How did everything go?" Michael inquired. "Just the way I wanted it to" answered John. "Come, look". He led Michael to the raised platform and again tilted the bench over so Joan's ass was presented. They spent a long time examining her as John, reading from his notes, pointed out the effects of the various implements on her ass. "That must have stung a little", Michael chuckled, pointing to the three vivid reminders of the cane. Finally they settled on a particular crop and Michael gave John the go ahead to make one.

He asked John how Joan had behaved and John gave a glowing report. So much so that as Joan listened to the description of her compliance, she began to blush. Michael was proud of her and went around to soothingly tell her how much he loved her and how wonderful she was. John left the room while they whispered then came back, raised the bench and started to unfasten the first restraint, Michael called over to him. "Hey John, what the hell is this"? John came around and saw Michael pointing to the line of come that had dried on Joan's face.

He continued, "what the hell went on here"? John calmly told Michael that he had only followed Michaels instructions and when properly asked, he had used Joan's mouth. "The stain", he said "was the residue of come that didn't make it into Joan's belly".

Michael was livid and shouted to Joan, "What have you done?"

Joan sensed the betrayal that Michael was feeling and decided that since she wanted to go back home with Michael she had better fix this situation right now. She burst out in tears, screaming "he forced me, I never gave him permission, you know I don't like that, he beat me and I still didn't say 'yes', he was an animal, it was rape, nothing less than rape, I didn't want to tell you because he was your friend, but he used me, raped my mouth over and over, Michael believe me that I would never agree to that", she continued sobbing while still draped over the bench.

Michael was cold with fury and turned to John, "you son of a bitch", I only told you that you could have her because I knew she wouldn't let you, and now you do this to me?'

John for his part stood with his arms crossed looking slightly bored. He spoke to Joan, "come on Joan, I think you should start telling Michael the truth". "You bastard!" she screamed and turned again to Michael, "rape, he forced himself on me while I was tied like this, believe me!"

Again, Michael turned to John and as he was about to speak, John held up his hand in the classic pose of "stop". He turned his head to a monitor in the wall and then using the same hand, he turned it into a pointing hand and directed Michael to the image coming on the screen.

There was Joan, face relaxed, hair combed, looking up and sweetly inviting John to use her. "That bastard", she thought, "he was taping me, Oh my God, Michael, Michael, what will he do with me?"

Her calm words, fluttering eyelashes, invitation to use her previously unused throat, everything was on tape. Michael was nailed to the floor and couldn't move. At the end he turned to John who asked, "would you like to see it again"?

Michael shook his head "no". Joan was speechless, she had lied to Michael and then lied again to cover herself. "Please Michael, it wasn't like that, he beat me until I couldn't say no, believe me Michael I didn't.." "Shut up", he roared back at her. She was trembling as she saw him not sure what to do. He went to John and softly apologized for doubting his friend, she heard him promise John that he would make her pay dearly for trying to sabotage their friendship.

After a moment he turned to John and said that before they left, he wanted to apologize for Joan by punishing her in front of John. He had the bench moved downward again exposing her ass and went in front of Joan. She had her head down, ashamed and dismayed at the same time. Did she just ruin her life by lying to her lover?

"Joan, as an apology to John I am going to punish you in front of him." She nodded her consent. "I hope this is the beginning of a string of punishments that you will never forget. John, bring me the crop you recommended." John brought over the crop and Michael slapped it into his palm a few time. "Are you sure this is severe enough" he asked? John thought for a moment and then said, "you know John, take a look at this", as he handed him the Lucite rod. "You think this will do the trick"? John smiled slightly and nodded.

"Well then", Michael said, "since she is apologizing to you, why don't you do the honors?" Joan looked up in horror and began to shout and squirm "no not that", but Michael just leaned over picked up a gag which he unceremoniously shoved into her mouth, effectively shutting her up. They walked behind her and John took up the familiar position. Michael asked, "You think four will be sufficient"? John answered softly: "No, Michael, three will do just nicely".

Joan knew this was the payment, the punishment she would have to bear for Michael's love. For her treachery she knew she would have to suffer through each agonizing minute, but she had done wrong and now accepted this punishment. Her guilt was overpowering, "why had she let down the man who loved her"?, she decided then that this hard punishment was really deserved by her, and her suffering would lead her to love Michael even more.

Just before the first stroke landed, she could not see that Michael gave John a big wink, as they silently high-fived each other, big smiles covering their faces.