Dinner and a Show _(1)

Jerry has decided to give his wife, Janet, the special gift she had requested for their fifth anniversary. First a marvelous dinner at their favorite restaurant, and then a very special show that she will remember for a long, long, time.

This story is primarily about exhibitionism, but there is an overtone of bondage and some more than consensual spanking action.
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Janet McCarthy is a “shy exhibitionist” and a “closet bondage freak”– at least that is how she describes herself on several bondage sites under her user name of Off_Broadway_Barbie. Many of the people who look up her profile laugh, but the descriptions are really very accurate. She truly is a shy exhibitionist. None of her on-line photos ever show her face no matter what else they show, and none are taken anywhere that could be identified with her.

Being shy does not mean she is not an exhibitionist. Janet is truly an exhibitionist– she is just very shy about it. For example, on their many camping weekends, it is not unusual for her husband Jerry to spend the day fishing while she goes out deep into the woods to “flash the critters” as she calls it. She will walk to a very secluded area and then spend the day walking naked through the woods carrying her clothing– or sometimes hiding it behind a tree, walking away and, after going some distance, having to make her way back before being discovered.

Janet’s favorite outdoor treat is to find an overlook that is visible from a far distant highway and stand there totally unclothed– and totally dripping– as she imagines all the truckers and tourists looking at her naked body. Actually, from the distances involved, only someone with better than an eagle’s eyes or a good set of binoculars would be able to see more than just a slight pink blur among the trees. But since she is doing it for herself and her enjoyment, not for them, it doesn’t matter. Whether they can actually see her or not, she still receives the thrill of exhibiting her body to strangers.

Janet is also truly a closet bondage freak. She loves being restrained and forced to do things that her strict Baptist upbringing wouldn’t allow her to do– like enjoy sex and even have an orgasm.

Her husband Gerald got a peek into her closet their senior year of college. After many false starts where she put him off or made excuses, they were well on their way to their first-time sex. They were at his apartment with his roommates all gone for the weekend. He had her down to her bra and panties and was just starting to unhook her bra when Janet suddenly pulled away from him and said, “No, I can’t do this. I can’t do this.” She stood up, faced him and said in a trembling voice, “I want to. I really do… but I can’t.”

Jerry’s immediate reaction was anger. “You’re a damn tease! I never want to see you again!”

“No,” she sobbed as she burst into tears. “I want to… I really do… I… I… I… just can’t.” She sniffed and said softly, “… unless you make me.”

“What!?” he replied. “Are you telling me that you want me to rape you?”

“No,” she said nervously. “Just tie me up or something so I can’t resist you.” She then gave him a look that was somewhere between a nervous smile and absolute desperation.

“You’re serious?” he said. “You really want me to tie you up and fuck you, don’t you?”

Janet hung her head in shame as she nodded yes. Jerry still wasn’t sure, but when he saw a widening wet spot on her panties that threatened to start dripping on the floor, he said, “Just a minute.”

He came back a moment later carrying a small duffle bag. “This is my goodie bag,” he said. “I thought I was going to have to throw it all away and give up on one of my favorite pastimes because I had fallen in love with a preacher’s daughter.” He lifted a length of soft rope out of the bag, smiled, and said, “But sometimes life gives you the lemonade already mixed and sugared.”

Jerry looped the rope around Janet’s neck and led her to his bedroom. Once there, he secured her spread-eagle on the bed and cut away her panties. Her bra unclasped from the front, so it remained tangled over her arms as he slowly nibbled and teased his way around her body. When she was moaning loudly and thrusting herself upward almost off the bed, he finally entered her. He wished for a moment that he had also gagged her because her screams of passion were loud enough to disturb even his hard-of-hearing, elderly neighbors.

Jerry did gag her before driving her to her second, violent and noisy orgasm. When she had finally calmed down from that, he removed the gag and she said softly, “You can untie me now, but lie here with me and hold me… please?”

Janet ended up spending the night. In the morning they talked and she explained that she couldn’t even masturbate unless she tied herself up first. “I’ve got a remote control vibrator,” she explained, “… that has a timer. I set it to start after half an hour, insert it and then tie myself up. That way, I don’t really have any control over what it does to me.”

Her voice got a little shaky and her face turned slightly red when she said, “And before I can do something especially naughty, like put the vibrator in back rather than in front, I have to punish myself first with a little self-spanking.”

She then went on to say that she also punished herself for forgetting to wear underwear when she had classes on the fifth floor and knew that people would be able to see up her skirt on the steps. Or when she would accidently forget that the drapes were open in her dorm room and drop the towel as soon as she came back from the shower.

Janet and Jerry married two months later immediately following graduation. Because of the hurry, Janet’s mother and father assumed she was pregnant. They were pleasantly surprised when nine months later there was still no baby.

Once married, Janet no longer had to be tied up in order to have sex, but she found that she was able to let herself go and reach much higher levels of pleasure if Jerry restrained her. She also found that a little spanking foreplay released her even further. Sometimes, as she was walking naked through the woods, she would think of the fact that she would have to tell Jerry to spank her for being so bad. Suddenly she would be gushing between the legs.

‘How do you punish someone for enjoying being spanked?’ she asked herself one day as she was standing on the large rock wall of a vista that overlooked a deep valley. She could barely see several hikers on the trail far below. The area was known as a bird watcher’s paradise and a flash of sunlight told her that one of them had trained a set of binoculars on her and could probably see her almost clearly. That thought caused juices to run down the inside of her legs, but when the hikers turned to come up to the high trail, her shyness rose to the surface and she hurried back into her clothing and scurried down the opposite path.

It was now Jerry and Janet’s fifth anniversary. To most of the community, they were a typical, young, married couple. They both had promising careers and were both active in several community organizations, including the local community theater where Jerry was on the board of directors.

Jerry had a beautiful voice and a marvelous stage presence, and was often one of the stars in the various performances. He had even directed a couple of performances. Janet, always the shy one, limited herself to bit parts or a place in the chorus.

No one suspected any kinkiness at all in their relationship. No one, that is, except John, one of the techies at the theater. John knew Janet– and Jerry– from college and knew of her self-bondage masturbation sessions. Janet didn’t tell him. She didn’t intend to ever tell anyone. But then, she didn’t intend to roll off the bed during a self-induced orgasm and wedge herself so tightly that she could not free herself.

She had a private room in the dorm and possibly could have stayed stuck between her bed and the wall for a long time except that it was fire prevention week and all of the smoke detectors on campus were being tested.