When we lived with my ex's strict parents, I was disciplined... Birdie
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When I became engaged to my ex, Brian, I mentioned to him the activities that I enjoyed for foreplay. He didn't seem to be very interested but assured me that we would have lots of exciting foreplay on our honeymoon. We never actually had premarital vaginal sex but I chalked that up to his conservative religious upbringing. He was mostly interested in me sucking on his cock but he never wanted to reciprocate.
Our honeymoon was a total disaster. Foreplay to Brian consisted of me sucking on his penis which made him rock hard but he wouldn't or couldn't manage to get it inside me before he went soft. I wanted more than just me sucking on his penis but when I reminded him of exciting foreplay, he became angry and just wanted to be sucked off. I thought about cutting the honeymoon short and leaving him but I didn't.
When the honeymoon ended, we moved in with his parents as planned They had offered us a free place to live. I would be able to continue my education at a nearby college and we would be able to save money. They seemed like very nice people. They were very religious and conservative and we would have to follow the house rules but I didn't have a problem with that. Brian seemed very rebellious towards his parents and didn't like having to live under the House Rules:
Be kind and respectful. Fulfill our daily chores and responsibilities. No substance abuse, angry outbursts or profanity.
I had no problem with any of this and I didn't mind that we would receive firm old-fashioned discipline if we broke any of the house rules.
His parents were so good to me. And I needed their kindness so much during that difficult time in my life. I had no idea why my marriage wasn't working. After the honeymoon, Brian never wanted to touch me. Why was he angry with me? What was I doing wrong? How did I mess up my life so badly? One thing I did do right was I made certain that I didn't get pregnant. Actually, there wasn't any chance of that anyway since he had no inclination to enter me with his penis. After having tried and failed during our honeymoon, he wouldn't try again.
Technically we weren't even married because it was never consummated. I wanted so bad to be held and touched. I needed to be loved. I'm so glad I had his loving parents in my life during that period. They loved me so much and wanted me to be the daughter they never had. I didn't have the heart to tell them that our non-existent marriage had failed before it even started.
I was becoming more and more distraught with Brian. He started coming home late from work and after only a few days, he announced that during the upcoming weekends, he would be away helping his friend from work, Peter, with repairs at his cottage. I knew, at that point, he couldn't maintain this facade of a happy marriage to his parents. They were beginning to sense that there were marital issues but they hoped for the best. They were hoping that I could help him to settle into a happy marriage.
When Brian left for work Friday morning, he had already packed his things so he could leave right after work for his friend's place. He didn't come home first and he never called. Actually, I was glad to see him go and my intuition told me that he wanted out of this sham marriage but didn't know how to go about it. But I was still extremely distraught to be in this situation that I was in. I was so lonely, so hurt and so sad.
When I came down for breakfast, his parents were talking about him - seriously concerned with the situation. I heard his father saying "I told you not to push him so hard to get married. We knew that he had issues and you pushed him to propose against my orders. Now he isn't being a proper spouse to Birdie. You and Brian both need to be disciplined. I reacted .immediately. I thought that's not going to do any good. Then I lost it. I became very emotional. I yelled "DON'T EVEN BOTHER. HE DOESN'T LOVE ME. THIS DAMN MARRIAGE IS A FUCKING SHAM!"
They were stunned. They looked at each other aghast. When I saw the looks on their faces, I felt immediate remorse. I had no right to take my anger and frustrations out on them. I felt awful. They were so good to me and I had not only broken their rules, I had broken their hopes and their hearts. Brian had told me about how, for violation of house rules, he had to present himself with his bottom exposed to be disciplined. I immediately went up to our room. I quickly removed my skirt and replaced my panties with a tiny thong - invisible from behind except for the thin waistband. Then I calmly went back downstairs. I leaned over a table and presented myself for discipline. They both looked at me and didn't say a word. Then I said "we all know what needs to be done."
Barbara then realized that I was so upset with myself for my hurtful outburst, that I wanted and needed to be firmly disciplined. She gave Phil a look with a nod and quietly said that she was going out now but would be back at 3pm to discipline me. Phil added that he would discipline me after dinner. As a reminder of my misbehavior, . I was told to remove my thong, garter belt and my stockings. I could change into more comfortable shoes but I was leave my bottom bare until they were both finished with my discipline.
I came downstairs at 2:45 to await Barbara. Phil looked serious and was silent. I was so glad that I was exposed from the waist down as a sign of my sincere remorse and of my willingness to accept their discipline. He gave me a tender look of approval while we both understood exactly what needed to be done to my very deserving bare ass .
When Barbara returned, she took a firm chair from the dining room and placed it in the middle of the living room with her paddle and some lotion beside it. She guided me into position over her lap and then proceeded to give me sets of 10 or 12 swats at a time with a short pause between sets to soothingly rub my bottom. She alternated cheeks with each effective stroke and was teaching me with a very well delivered lesson. I don't know whether she actually paddled a little harder with each set but it certainly felt that way. It did hurt but it felt like a very cleansing pain that was rinsing away my awful feelings of guilt, remorse and marital failure.
Just as I was beginning to feel that I had learned my lesson, Barbara stopped for a long pause. She put some of the cream on her hands and started to tenderly rub my sore bottom. "We will be finished soon" she said "I'm just going to go over your bottom firmly one more time and then give you some light strokes on your thighs after which we will be done. You are doing very well and I'm very proud of you. I know you have been through a lot. We all have. I should have listened to Phil and not pushed Brian so hard to change. After all, Brian didn't ask to be born different. Phil was right. We need to learn to love Brian as he is. I disobeyed and tried too hard to change him. I will be disciplined for that later. And I deserve it. I'm so sorry Birdie for my part in this."
She then said "let's finish this up." She took the paddle and applied two more firm sets to my sore bottom. She then lightly applied a set to my tender thighs. When she tenderly applied the cream to my bottom and my thighs, her loving touch felt so good. I started to cry. She guided me off her lap, stood up and hugged me. I felt so very loved. As we hugged, in between sobs, I thanked her and told her that I was very sorry for my behavior and loved her very much. She also had tears in her eyes.
As I was basking in her warm affection. She said "let's go show Phil your red behind. I want to tell him how well you accepted your discipline. I'm so proud of you, my dear sweet girl." When Phil saw my red posterior, he gave us both a warm loving look of approval and said "wow, you two did a great job. I'm very proud of you." I felt so much better than I had for a long time.
The paddling did hurt a bit as it was being applied but the pain was already dissipating. Barbara went into the kitchen to begin preparing dinner. I heard her tell Phil that I did need to be disciplined for my outburst but I also needed some tender loving touch. She told him that I never cried during the discipline but when she was rubbing the lotion on me, I began to cry and sob. Then she told him she was sure that some tender massage, by him especially, would work wonders for me. Of course, Phil was certainly welcome to massage me if he wanted to.
Considering the circumstances, we had a very pleasant dinner. We were all in a good mood relaxed and friendly. I knew that Barbara and I would both be disciplined that evening and we were both fine with it. We each knew that we deserved it. In a way I looked forward to it. I wanted to be free of these lingering feelings of guilt, remorse and marital failure. After helping Barbara clean up the kitchen, with my bottom still exposed, I went in the living room. Phil was on the sofa with a leather strap and skin cream beside him. I went straight over to him and asked if he wanted me to lie across his lap now. He said "I do if you are ready."
I told him "I'm ready. I know I deserve this."
He guided me into position across his lap and said "okay let's get started." He rubbed my bum with his hand first. It felt so good. It was a loving, kind and gentle rub around my entire bottom. He then started to strap me - alternating cheeks with each swing and methodically applying the kiss of leather to my entire bottom. As my ass was being well warmed, he stopped periodically to rub me with his cool hand. He was giving me what I needed. His hand rubbing on my bottom was very tender and I needed tender touch so much. I felt glad whenever he stopped to rub me.
And then I also felt glad to feel the hot kiss of his leather strap again. This is what I needed also. It was painful but it was a soothing pain. I felt like I was standing under a waterfall with cold water washing my spirit clean. I didn't want him to stop and he didn't. It was like he knew not to stop yet. And when he did finally stop, he said "okay, I think that should be sufficient. Would you like me to rub some cream on you now?"
I replied "oh yes. Thank you. I would love you to massage me everywhere that's red." As he was tenderly rubbing my red bottom, the flood gates opened and I began to sob and cry profusely. In between sobs, I cried "I'm so sorry for my behavior. I feel like such a failure. I don't know what to do. I've tried so hard to make this marriage work. And he won't even touch me. He doesn't want to be around me. He doesn't want to come home from work. He wants to stay away from me. What did I do wrong? Why doesn't he want me? Am I that repulsive? That he won't touch me. Won't even try to make love to me. We tried once and failed. He won't even try again."
"I try to help him but he won't come near me. I don't know why he is so angry with me. I'm not even your in law. We're not really married. He hasn't made love to me and he won't even try. I don't know what's going to happen to me. I know he wants out of this marriage. Which isn't even a marriage. I don't want to leave school. I don't want to leave your house. You and Barbara have been so good to me. And I will never be your daughter in law. He won't even try."
Phil listened in silence. He was at a loss for words. All he could do was try to soothe me by gently rubbing the cream. Somehow, I knew that he had tears running down his face also. And he felt great remorse. After all, he's the one who first realized that the marriage wouldn't work and that we needed to love and accept Brian as he is. His silence was very loud. And now seeing me in tears is his discipline. And he is hurting with me. And there is no cream that can soothe his pain..
When Phil guided me up off his lap, I saw that I was right. He did have tears running down his cheeks. I knelt on the sofa beside him and gave him a big hug. I kissed his cheek and told him that I would be fine. And I told him how much I loved him and Barbara.
Barbara gave me a big smile and a warm hug. She looked at my backside and said "wow he did an excellent job. I agreed and told her that I feel like a new woman. I'm very happy and I feel very loved." I gave her another hug and then went up to bed to leave them in private. Laying in bed, I did feel a warm arousal but I no longer enjoyed pleasuring myself after knowing the joys of being in a tender loving relationship. I'd rather wait for a man to pleasure me.
I felt much better after being disciplined. The discipline brought us closer together. We were
better able to communicate. It was only after she paddled me that Barbara shared with me that Brian didn't ask to be born different and she pressured him to propose to me against Phil's orders. Now I saw things much differently. I didn't see myself as a failure. Brian and I both tried to make it work. He tried to make love to me but he couldn't. He didn't want to try again because that wasn't him. He was different. And this weekend, he is doing overnights with his male friend from work.
He is where he wants to be. We all need to accept him and help him out of this so-called marriage that he was pressured into. It's no one's fault. I'm not a failure. I took it as him being angry with me but maybe he was angry with himself also and with the situation. I was now much more empathetic towards him and wanted to help him be free to be himself and also feel loved and accepted. I didn't want him to feel like a failure. I knew what that felt like.
And it was only after Phil strapping my ass, that I was able to open up and share with him how badly our marriage had failed. I'm sure that he shared with Barbara the details of our failed marriage. And she felt my pain of loneliness and rejection.
One of them must have left the door slightly ajar when she and Phil came up to bed. I heard her say "please Phil I would rather not put it off till tomorrow. I disobeyed you and caused pain to you, me, Brian and Birdie. I broke the house rules. I disobeyed you. We both know I need to be disciplined. Please don't hold back. Soon I heard the sounds of her being well disciplined and sobbing. Later as I was drifting off to sleep, I could hear the unmistakable sounds of her being delightfully pleasured.
They have such a beautiful loving marriage that works for them. It would have been nice to be their daughter-in-law but I guess that wasn't in the cards. But they are still very special people to me and I know I am to them. I slept peacefully and woke up joyful for the first time in many months.
When I heard them downstairs having breakfast, I didn't bother to get dressed. I felt very comfortable around them so I just put on a light nightgown and went downstairs. They both smiled and looked very lovingly at me in my thinly veiled nudity. As we had coffee and a great breakfast, I raised the issue of Brian. I suggested that we all need to help him to be free to be himself and feel loved and accepted for who he is. Now we all realized that Brian and I did not belong married and we all felt determined to make things right for all of us including Brian.
I saw Barbara give Phil a look with a nod after which he said "we now realize you are going through a very difficult and stressful time in your life. Would you like me to massage you after breakfast?" I didn't hesitate to accept his offer.
After breakfast, we cleared up the kitchen and Barbara said to me "go enjoy your massage, dear, and make sure he gets any areas that would make you feel better." I smiled and gave her a warm hug. Then I pulled off my nightgown and followed Phil into the other room, naked as a jaybird, with everybody happily grinning. "Do you mind if we do my back side first? I know it's had a lot of attention lately but there is still some tenderness. And then I can roll over so you can do my front side which has been totally neglected for ages."
"Whatever you would like, Birdie is fine with us. If I get to any areas that feel exceptionally good and you would like me to linger there, just let me know." He started with my neck and shoulders and worked his way down in a very enjoyable manner paying a lot of attention to my bottom which I am always happy to receive. After massaging my legs, thighs, ankles and my feet, I turned over onto my back so he could massage my front.
He started with my neck and shoulders and worked his way down very thoroughly and enjoyably. He did my chest, my stomach, my thighs and all around my mound without touching my private parts. As he was going down my legs, I told him my inner thighs are very tender especially my upper inner thighs. As he was massaging me very delightfully on one of my very special places so very close to my throbbing womanhood, I couldn't resist asking him "a little higher please."
Now he was right up against me. He felt so good. I basked in the incredibly delightful sensations. "That feels spectacular. Now please make small circles." I couldn't help but ask. And with each circle the side of his hand grazed my womanhood. Every time I was touched, I let out a moan. I knew everybody could tell where I was going with this. And we were all happy for me. As he circled around, each time my moans grew louder. I reached down and pressed his hand against my womanhood and let out a very loud joyful moan. I gyrated my hips while rubbing his hand against me. I was swept away. I had one incredible loud endless release. And I felt so joyful and so loved and so very happy. Then Phil continued down my thighs and legs to my ankles and feet. After he finished, I got up and I give Phil and Barbara loving hugs as they hugged me back. We went back into the kitchen and had a little more coffee and everyone was very happy. And nobody minded that I was still very comfortably naked as a jaybird.
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Of course, I never asked for another massage but Barbara could always tell when I was stressed and ready to be pleasured again. Every few weeks, she would say to me "I'm sure Phil would give you a relaxing massage if you ask him nicely".
On cue, Phil would immediately offer. And I always accepted without hesitation. We were all soon happily smiling as I quickly undressed and eagerly followed Phil into the other room - naked as a Jaybird and very ready for his skillful stress relieving massage during which I always guided him to my favorite tender parts.
That was the year of massage. I had a part-time job giving massages at a local gym while taking summer classes. I wrote a post about gentlemen wanting happy endings.
To be continued...
When I became engaged to my ex, Brian, I mentioned to him the activities that I enjoyed for foreplay. He didn't seem to be very interested but assured me that we would have lots of exciting foreplay on our honeymoon. We never actually had premarital vaginal sex but I chalked that up to his conservative religious upbringing. He was mostly interested in me sucking on his cock but he never wanted to reciprocate.
Our honeymoon was a total disaster. Foreplay to Brian consisted of me sucking on his penis which made him rock hard but he wouldn't or couldn't manage to get it inside me before he went soft. I wanted more than just me sucking on his penis but when I reminded him of exciting foreplay, he became angry and just wanted to be sucked off. I thought about cutting the honeymoon short and leaving him but I didn't.
When the honeymoon ended, we moved in with his parents as planned They had offered us a free place to live. I would be able to continue my education at a nearby college and we would be able to save money. They seemed like very nice people. They were very religious and conservative and we would have to follow the house rules but I didn't have a problem with that. Brian seemed very rebellious towards his parents and didn't like having to live under the House Rules:
Be kind and respectful. Fulfill our daily chores and responsibilities. No substance abuse, angry outbursts or profanity.
I had no problem with any of this and I didn't mind that we would receive firm old-fashioned discipline if we broke any of the house rules.
His parents were so good to me. And I needed their kindness so much during that difficult time in my life. I had no idea why my marriage wasn't working. After the honeymoon, Brian never wanted to touch me. Why was he angry with me? What was I doing wrong? How did I mess up my life so badly? One thing I did do right was I made certain that I didn't get pregnant. Actually, there wasn't any chance of that anyway since he had no inclination to enter me with his penis. After having tried and failed during our honeymoon, he wouldn't try again.
Technically we weren't even married because it was never consummated. I wanted so bad to be held and touched. I needed to be loved. I'm so glad I had his loving parents in my life during that period. They loved me so much and wanted me to be the daughter they never had. I didn't have the heart to tell them that our non-existent marriage had failed before it even started.
I was becoming more and more distraught with Brian. He started coming home late from work and after only a few days, he announced that during the upcoming weekends, he would be away helping his friend from work, Peter, with repairs at his cottage. I knew, at that point, he couldn't maintain this facade of a happy marriage to his parents. They were beginning to sense that there were marital issues but they hoped for the best. They were hoping that I could help him to settle into a happy marriage.
When Brian left for work Friday morning, he had already packed his things so he could leave right after work for his friend's place. He didn't come home first and he never called. Actually, I was glad to see him go and my intuition told me that he wanted out of this sham marriage but didn't know how to go about it. But I was still extremely distraught to be in this situation that I was in. I was so lonely, so hurt and so sad.
When I came down for breakfast, his parents were talking about him - seriously concerned with the situation. I heard his father saying "I told you not to push him so hard to get married. We knew that he had issues and you pushed him to propose against my orders. Now he isn't being a proper spouse to Birdie. You and Brian both need to be disciplined. I reacted .immediately. I thought that's not going to do any good. Then I lost it. I became very emotional. I yelled "DON'T EVEN BOTHER. HE DOESN'T LOVE ME. THIS DAMN MARRIAGE IS A FUCKING SHAM!"
They were stunned. They looked at each other aghast. When I saw the looks on their faces, I felt immediate remorse. I had no right to take my anger and frustrations out on them. I felt awful. They were so good to me and I had not only broken their rules, I had broken their hopes and their hearts. Brian had told me about how, for violation of house rules, he had to present himself with his bottom exposed to be disciplined. I immediately went up to our room. I quickly removed my skirt and replaced my panties with a tiny thong - invisible from behind except for the thin waistband. Then I calmly went back downstairs. I leaned over a table and presented myself for discipline. They both looked at me and didn't say a word. Then I said "we all know what needs to be done."
Barbara then realized that I was so upset with myself for my hurtful outburst, that I wanted and needed to be firmly disciplined. She gave Phil a look with a nod and quietly said that she was going out now but would be back at 3pm to discipline me. Phil added that he would discipline me after dinner. As a reminder of my misbehavior, . I was told to remove my thong, garter belt and my stockings. I could change into more comfortable shoes but I was leave my bottom bare until they were both finished with my discipline.
I came downstairs at 2:45 to await Barbara. Phil looked serious and was silent. I was so glad that I was exposed from the waist down as a sign of my sincere remorse and of my willingness to accept their discipline. He gave me a tender look of approval while we both understood exactly what needed to be done to my very deserving bare ass .
When Barbara returned, she took a firm chair from the dining room and placed it in the middle of the living room with her paddle and some lotion beside it. She guided me into position over her lap and then proceeded to give me sets of 10 or 12 swats at a time with a short pause between sets to soothingly rub my bottom. She alternated cheeks with each effective stroke and was teaching me with a very well delivered lesson. I don't know whether she actually paddled a little harder with each set but it certainly felt that way. It did hurt but it felt like a very cleansing pain that was rinsing away my awful feelings of guilt, remorse and marital failure.
Just as I was beginning to feel that I had learned my lesson, Barbara stopped for a long pause. She put some of the cream on her hands and started to tenderly rub my sore bottom. "We will be finished soon" she said "I'm just going to go over your bottom firmly one more time and then give you some light strokes on your thighs after which we will be done. You are doing very well and I'm very proud of you. I know you have been through a lot. We all have. I should have listened to Phil and not pushed Brian so hard to change. After all, Brian didn't ask to be born different. Phil was right. We need to learn to love Brian as he is. I disobeyed and tried too hard to change him. I will be disciplined for that later. And I deserve it. I'm so sorry Birdie for my part in this."
She then said "let's finish this up." She took the paddle and applied two more firm sets to my sore bottom. She then lightly applied a set to my tender thighs. When she tenderly applied the cream to my bottom and my thighs, her loving touch felt so good. I started to cry. She guided me off her lap, stood up and hugged me. I felt so very loved. As we hugged, in between sobs, I thanked her and told her that I was very sorry for my behavior and loved her very much. She also had tears in her eyes.
As I was basking in her warm affection. She said "let's go show Phil your red behind. I want to tell him how well you accepted your discipline. I'm so proud of you, my dear sweet girl." When Phil saw my red posterior, he gave us both a warm loving look of approval and said "wow, you two did a great job. I'm very proud of you." I felt so much better than I had for a long time.
The paddling did hurt a bit as it was being applied but the pain was already dissipating. Barbara went into the kitchen to begin preparing dinner. I heard her tell Phil that I did need to be disciplined for my outburst but I also needed some tender loving touch. She told him that I never cried during the discipline but when she was rubbing the lotion on me, I began to cry and sob. Then she told him she was sure that some tender massage, by him especially, would work wonders for me. Of course, Phil was certainly welcome to massage me if he wanted to.
Considering the circumstances, we had a very pleasant dinner. We were all in a good mood relaxed and friendly. I knew that Barbara and I would both be disciplined that evening and we were both fine with it. We each knew that we deserved it. In a way I looked forward to it. I wanted to be free of these lingering feelings of guilt, remorse and marital failure. After helping Barbara clean up the kitchen, with my bottom still exposed, I went in the living room. Phil was on the sofa with a leather strap and skin cream beside him. I went straight over to him and asked if he wanted me to lie across his lap now. He said "I do if you are ready."
I told him "I'm ready. I know I deserve this."
He guided me into position across his lap and said "okay let's get started." He rubbed my bum with his hand first. It felt so good. It was a loving, kind and gentle rub around my entire bottom. He then started to strap me - alternating cheeks with each swing and methodically applying the kiss of leather to my entire bottom. As my ass was being well warmed, he stopped periodically to rub me with his cool hand. He was giving me what I needed. His hand rubbing on my bottom was very tender and I needed tender touch so much. I felt glad whenever he stopped to rub me.
And then I also felt glad to feel the hot kiss of his leather strap again. This is what I needed also. It was painful but it was a soothing pain. I felt like I was standing under a waterfall with cold water washing my spirit clean. I didn't want him to stop and he didn't. It was like he knew not to stop yet. And when he did finally stop, he said "okay, I think that should be sufficient. Would you like me to rub some cream on you now?"
I replied "oh yes. Thank you. I would love you to massage me everywhere that's red." As he was tenderly rubbing my red bottom, the flood gates opened and I began to sob and cry profusely. In between sobs, I cried "I'm so sorry for my behavior. I feel like such a failure. I don't know what to do. I've tried so hard to make this marriage work. And he won't even touch me. He doesn't want to be around me. He doesn't want to come home from work. He wants to stay away from me. What did I do wrong? Why doesn't he want me? Am I that repulsive? That he won't touch me. Won't even try to make love to me. We tried once and failed. He won't even try again."
"I try to help him but he won't come near me. I don't know why he is so angry with me. I'm not even your in law. We're not really married. He hasn't made love to me and he won't even try. I don't know what's going to happen to me. I know he wants out of this marriage. Which isn't even a marriage. I don't want to leave school. I don't want to leave your house. You and Barbara have been so good to me. And I will never be your daughter in law. He won't even try."
Phil listened in silence. He was at a loss for words. All he could do was try to soothe me by gently rubbing the cream. Somehow, I knew that he had tears running down his face also. And he felt great remorse. After all, he's the one who first realized that the marriage wouldn't work and that we needed to love and accept Brian as he is. His silence was very loud. And now seeing me in tears is his discipline. And he is hurting with me. And there is no cream that can soothe his pain..
When Phil guided me up off his lap, I saw that I was right. He did have tears running down his cheeks. I knelt on the sofa beside him and gave him a big hug. I kissed his cheek and told him that I would be fine. And I told him how much I loved him and Barbara.
Barbara gave me a big smile and a warm hug. She looked at my backside and said "wow he did an excellent job. I agreed and told her that I feel like a new woman. I'm very happy and I feel very loved." I gave her another hug and then went up to bed to leave them in private. Laying in bed, I did feel a warm arousal but I no longer enjoyed pleasuring myself after knowing the joys of being in a tender loving relationship. I'd rather wait for a man to pleasure me.
I felt much better after being disciplined. The discipline brought us closer together. We were
better able to communicate. It was only after she paddled me that Barbara shared with me that Brian didn't ask to be born different and she pressured him to propose to me against Phil's orders. Now I saw things much differently. I didn't see myself as a failure. Brian and I both tried to make it work. He tried to make love to me but he couldn't. He didn't want to try again because that wasn't him. He was different. And this weekend, he is doing overnights with his male friend from work.
He is where he wants to be. We all need to accept him and help him out of this so-called marriage that he was pressured into. It's no one's fault. I'm not a failure. I took it as him being angry with me but maybe he was angry with himself also and with the situation. I was now much more empathetic towards him and wanted to help him be free to be himself and also feel loved and accepted. I didn't want him to feel like a failure. I knew what that felt like.
And it was only after Phil strapping my ass, that I was able to open up and share with him how badly our marriage had failed. I'm sure that he shared with Barbara the details of our failed marriage. And she felt my pain of loneliness and rejection.
One of them must have left the door slightly ajar when she and Phil came up to bed. I heard her say "please Phil I would rather not put it off till tomorrow. I disobeyed you and caused pain to you, me, Brian and Birdie. I broke the house rules. I disobeyed you. We both know I need to be disciplined. Please don't hold back. Soon I heard the sounds of her being well disciplined and sobbing. Later as I was drifting off to sleep, I could hear the unmistakable sounds of her being delightfully pleasured.
They have such a beautiful loving marriage that works for them. It would have been nice to be their daughter-in-law but I guess that wasn't in the cards. But they are still very special people to me and I know I am to them. I slept peacefully and woke up joyful for the first time in many months.
When I heard them downstairs having breakfast, I didn't bother to get dressed. I felt very comfortable around them so I just put on a light nightgown and went downstairs. They both smiled and looked very lovingly at me in my thinly veiled nudity. As we had coffee and a great breakfast, I raised the issue of Brian. I suggested that we all need to help him to be free to be himself and feel loved and accepted for who he is. Now we all realized that Brian and I did not belong married and we all felt determined to make things right for all of us including Brian.
I saw Barbara give Phil a look with a nod after which he said "we now realize you are going through a very difficult and stressful time in your life. Would you like me to massage you after breakfast?" I didn't hesitate to accept his offer.
After breakfast, we cleared up the kitchen and Barbara said to me "go enjoy your massage, dear, and make sure he gets any areas that would make you feel better." I smiled and gave her a warm hug. Then I pulled off my nightgown and followed Phil into the other room, naked as a jaybird, with everybody happily grinning. "Do you mind if we do my back side first? I know it's had a lot of attention lately but there is still some tenderness. And then I can roll over so you can do my front side which has been totally neglected for ages."
"Whatever you would like, Birdie is fine with us. If I get to any areas that feel exceptionally good and you would like me to linger there, just let me know." He started with my neck and shoulders and worked his way down in a very enjoyable manner paying a lot of attention to my bottom which I am always happy to receive. After massaging my legs, thighs, ankles and my feet, I turned over onto my back so he could massage my front.
He started with my neck and shoulders and worked his way down very thoroughly and enjoyably. He did my chest, my stomach, my thighs and all around my mound without touching my private parts. As he was going down my legs, I told him my inner thighs are very tender especially my upper inner thighs. As he was massaging me very delightfully on one of my very special places so very close to my throbbing womanhood, I couldn't resist asking him "a little higher please."
Now he was right up against me. He felt so good. I basked in the incredibly delightful sensations. "That feels spectacular. Now please make small circles." I couldn't help but ask. And with each circle the side of his hand grazed my womanhood. Every time I was touched, I let out a moan. I knew everybody could tell where I was going with this. And we were all happy for me. As he circled around, each time my moans grew louder. I reached down and pressed his hand against my womanhood and let out a very loud joyful moan. I gyrated my hips while rubbing his hand against me. I was swept away. I had one incredible loud endless release. And I felt so joyful and so loved and so very happy. Then Phil continued down my thighs and legs to my ankles and feet. After he finished, I got up and I give Phil and Barbara loving hugs as they hugged me back. We went back into the kitchen and had a little more coffee and everyone was very happy. And nobody minded that I was still very comfortably naked as a jaybird.
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Of course, I never asked for another massage but Barbara could always tell when I was stressed and ready to be pleasured again. Every few weeks, she would say to me "I'm sure Phil would give you a relaxing massage if you ask him nicely".
On cue, Phil would immediately offer. And I always accepted without hesitation. We were all soon happily smiling as I quickly undressed and eagerly followed Phil into the other room - naked as a Jaybird and very ready for his skillful stress relieving massage during which I always guided him to my favorite tender parts.
That was the year of massage. I had a part-time job giving massages at a local gym while taking summer classes. I wrote a post about gentlemen wanting happy endings.
To be continued...
