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Ring of Truth

by obohobo

Warnings

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The text in this story contains erotic material and is expressly written for adults only.

MF MM FF NC. Spanking WS

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This is a work of fiction, any resemblance to persons living, dead or otherwise is purely coincidental, etc.

Copyright 2005

Prologue

After finding the Ring of Truth and learning a little of its properties, I, Dr. Derek Meeks, decided to keep a sort of diary, a 'blog' of events surrounding its use in my life. At the same time I added excerpts from the leather book that came with the ring so they would be readily readable. For the time being I am keeping the information in a protected file on my computer and, for reasons that will become obvious to anyone privileged to view them, I do not intend to print them out until I, like the previous owner, decide to put the ring in some safe place. That may not be for many years hence.

Dr. Derek Meeks.

P.S. (Later). I have now decided to anonymously publish an edited version of the blog together with the excerpts from the book on a site I visit frequently and get much pleasure from reading the stories it contains. Names of people (including my own), and places have been changed but otherwise this is an honest account of my experiences with the ring. I have tried to write each blog as a readable narrative and have concentrated on the sexual aspects mainly because I know that it what readers visit this site for and because they brought me the greatest pleasure. I hope it will do the same for you.

Blog 7. Sarah's married life

1st August 2004

"It's a lovely house Derek. Too good for a bachelor," Sarah giggled, "It's big enough for a whole family."

"Perhaps you should offer to take my bachelorhood away from me and start filling the place with tiny feet," I suggested.

"And lose my own freedom?" she teased.

I'd only known her for three weeks but already we were an 'item'. Even mother was beginning to accept her as part of the family especially when she saw the nearly finished wedding dress Sarah was making for Jenny. "You are very clever with your hands," Mother grudgingly admitted.

The house was indeed nice if a little large for one person. Dr. John Salmon, my predecessor, had taken a lucrative four-year contract to work in the USA with an optional extension and his term of employment was brought forward by a month. He suggested that I might like to move in straightaway so I would be well installed by the time my work at the University started. The ring helped a great deal and saved me a lot of money when it came to negotiating the buying of the house and the furniture that was in it. Because of the short time span, John would either have to pay for the furniture to be moved and stored for the duration of his employment abroad or sell it off cheaply to a house clearance firm. The other alternative was to sell it to me just as cheaply. Of course he tried to put a higher price on it but when I pointed out the options I'd read from his mind, he reduced the price provided I paid cash. None of the stuff was particularly valuable or antique but to have it there ready to use was a big bonus. Only problem was that I didn't have the cash and wouldn't have until my first few pay cheques came in. Mother wasn't too keen on loaning me the money but Jean had no qualms on that score and I promised to pay her back at so much a month. I had previously arranged to take over the mortgage on the house from mid-September so basically I had a month's free rent.

It didn't take me long to move in. My room at home was pretty well packed with my belongings but almost everything was in that one room. Now I was able to spread things around a four-bedroomed house. At least that's how the estate agent would have described it but one of the bedrooms was very small so I commandeered it for my computer stuff. The main bedroom had a king-size bed while one of the others had a double. The third bedroom lay more or less empty; John had never needed it. Right from the beginning I visualised it would make a good sewing room for Sarah even though she hadn't agreed to move in with me and I knew it might be some time before she did. Always at the back of her mind were the thoughts of what happened to her previous marriage.

"I thought we might have a bed warming party tonight,"

"We might get lost in that huge bed and have difficulty in finding one another," Sarah laughed.

We did indeed christen the bed but somehow I felt that I wasn't stimulating her as much as I had earlier. It was most enjoyable but something seemed to be missing. Her mind didn't touch on it at the time but later as we lay cradled against each other pretending to sleep I tuned into her thoughts. I was shocked by what I saw and heard. After a little while she started to cry. I knew why and wondered if it would be better if she talked about it openly. Some of it I knew was common knowledge but as the events happened while I was away, I'd only heard vague rumours and at that time Sarah was only a girl I knew slightly from school.

"A penny for them," I said and gave her a cuddle.

"You don't want to know."

"You thinking of your ex?" I asked turning her head to face me. In the dim light that filtered through the thin curtains from the street lamp I knew she could see me looking fixedly at her. "Are you wondering if I would be like him? Would you like to get it all off your chest so we don't have it as a hidden secret between us?" Three direct questions; questions that would either make or break our relationship. Questions she would be forced to answer and answer with all honesty.

Hesitantly she started. "At first I wondered if you would ever have the courage to spank me like Terry did? Not like he did when he was angry and used his belt or the bamboo plant cane but a hand spanking to get me aroused. I know it makes me sore but it also gets me warm and horny. Like the first time Terry did it. We were in his room, sitting on his bed and no one else in the house. I expected to be fucked but decided to appear reluctant. Terry didn't stand for any of that nonsense did he? No, before I knew what was happening he'd pulled me over his lap and had my arse bared. God did he seem to hit hard. I squealed and yelled but it didn't make any difference. He made my bum really sore and then I had to kneel on the bed while he fucked me from behind. Doggie fashion he called it. That made me really go and I came a couple of times before he did. Afterwards he rubbed some cream in and that was nice too. He never used to do that after we were married and he didn't have to be nice to me to gain a few favours. Then he wanted to hurt me more. Wanted me helpless so he could hit harder and be cruel and show off in front of his friends. Like the day he invited Pete Sayer round for a meal and I forgot to turn the heat down under the vegetables and they boiled dry and burned and the horrible smell went all through the house. He was real angry over that when they came in from the pub. Called me a useless slut and bent me over the back of the armchair and tied my wrists to the front legs. I didn't believe he would do this in front of Pete but he did. The sod. Took my skirt and knickers off and laid into me with the belt. 'That's how to treat a useless woman who can't even cook a simple dinner,' he growled at Pete. Then he gagged me to stop me screaming too loud but he kept swinging that belt until I could hardly stand the pain any more. I should have left him after that. I was a fool not to realise it would get worse. He must have thought I would pass out so he stopped and took his prick out and fucked me in the arse right in front of Pete. Then the sod told Pete to fuck my arse, which of course he did. The pain was sheer hell. Worse, I was made to suck them afterwards and then make another meal. Again he complained and then fucked me on the hearthrug and allowed Pete to do the same. Bastard pretended to be sorry the next day and blamed having too much beer but he'd only had a couple of cans. He was nice again for a while."

I gave her a cuddle and waited while she gathered her thoughts again and went on.

"God knows how many times he used that belt on me for trivial things although not as bad as that time. I didn't mind a hand spanking but the belt was always a punishment and rarely did I get aroused from it. Gradually the beltings became more frequent, so much so, that he left the rope ties in place on the chair all the time, and he pointed them out to visitors. I probably would still be suffering it had he not thrashed me with that sodden cane in front of his mates. And that time I hadn't even done anything wrong. He just wanted to show off. Wanted his mates to know what a macho man he was and how he could do anything he wanted with me. The four had been drinking in the lounge and I'd just finished the washing-up. 'Get your arse in here woman,' he yelled. I only went just inside the door but he pulled me to the middle of the room and shouted for me to strip off. 'I want my mates to see what sort of a woman you are.' 'No!' I yelled but he held me and between them they stripped me naked. 'I won't stand for this sort of disobedience in front of my friends,' he yelled and once more I found myself bound over the back of the chair. He snatched the cane I was using as a support for a tall houseplant, one of those rubber trees that can grow to the ceiling. It was about four feet long and quite thick. With it he gave my arse a vicious stripe. I screamed but they laughed and it seemed to incite him further. Later at the hospital they counted nineteen welts across my bottom. Some were bleeding profusely from where the cane had split and nipped and pulled the flesh. All four of them fucked me, three in the cunt and one in the arse. I passed out for a short while but that didn't make any difference. I yelled when I came to but they carried on drinking and left me there. Finally all but one fell asleep and I pleaded with him that it was time to untie me and fortunately he did. When the coast was clear I phoned the police and ambulance and they took the men away and me to the hospital. Terry only got probation and community service but was ordered not to attempt to go near me again. The council found me the flat I have." <<"Oh God, why did I tell him all that? He'll hate me now. He won't want a whore like me. I'd better go quickly and forget these past few weeks.">>

As soon as she started to get out of bed I grabbed her and pulled her back and held her tight while she sobbed her heart out. I allowed her to cry herself out until the wretched sobs turned to sniffles. "Sarah," I said quietly, "I love you. Thank you for revealing your past in such honesty. It must have been a terrible time for you but it will not make any difference to us. Yes, I will spank you if you wish and in fact I may enjoy doing it but I don't think I could really hurt any woman and certainly not you. Please don't think of running away. I need you and I love you and I think you love me too. Your past is past, let us go forward to a new life together. In slow steps if you like, but let's do it together." I thought I sounded like our vicar but they were the best words I could think of at the time. I kissed her twice and the second one was returned with some fervour. I sincerely hoped that my gamble of making her talk had worked but I couldn't be certain that it hadn't made the situation worse. I was angry with Terry for what he had done to Sarah, both physically and mentally but I also knew that had he been a nicer person, I would not have her with me now. I remembered seeing the physical scars on her bottom one night when we'd bathed together and I'd dried her back. They were only visible when the light was right and I hadn't commented on them at the time and her mind must have forgotten them.

She was quiet and reserved next morning at Sunday breakfast and I from her thoughts I knew she was thinking of her past life. Thoughts of what she had revealed last night and most of all she was wondering how I made her tell and if it would make any difference to our relationship. <<"Did he really mean it when he said he loved me? It sounded sincere last night but what about now or in a week's time when he's thought about it more? Will he still want someone who allowed herself to be fucked by her husband's mates? Someone who's admitted to sucking shitty pricks? Someone who's done really dirty things?">> Without trying to intrude into her personal musings I tried to make it clear that I did love her and would continue to do so but her mind was still full of doubts.

"I'd better spend the rest of the weekend working on your sister's dress," she announced suddenly. I knew she had a little finishing off to do but earlier she'd said it would only take an hour or two. The wedding was the following week so there was some urgency to finish the dress but it seemed as if she was using this as an excuse to put a little distance between us. She needed time alone but I realised too much could lead to a rift. I had to think of a way of getting her to come back for the night. So we could cuddle and make up in bed.

"We christened the bed last night, tonight I'm christening the kitchen. I'll take you home now and pick you up at five ready for the gourmet meal I will have prepared." I hoped this might tempt her even if it was only to ridicule me a little.

"You can't cook." Her face brightened, knowing my culinary skills so far had been limited to microwaving ready-pack meals and opening tins.

"Mother gave me a couple of cookery books and it shouldn't be any more difficult than following techniques in my lab books."

"As long as you don't get the two muddled!" she smiled and I thought a little of the cloud over had lifted.

"I know I have to peel the eggs before I use them as well!" Again that brought a smile to her face.

When it came to doing it, the instructions were fairly straightforward although perhaps the term gourmet meal might have been an exaggeration. I did have to phone Jenny once to clarify a couple of terms. "How about inviting Ralph and me to this dinner party Derek?" Jenny suggested half jokingly, "I could try on the dress there as well and I would get to see your new place now you've more or less settled in. It's no more difficult to cook for four than two."

"But can the hospital cope with four cases of food poisoning at once?" I quipped back, then wondered how she would react to a question like that.

"They can always call on more staff in an emergency." She laughed but her voice sounded a little strange.

In fact the arrangement worked out for the best. Having others at the house brought Sarah's good spirits back and the meal turned out quite well even if the centre of the pudding did sink a bit. Ralph brought a bottle of wine and they stayed until mid evening when they decided they ought to get some more done on their own place. Jenny was thrilled with the dress and I thought it was fantastic and rightly guessed Sarah had put more work into it than the price warranted.

Things went a little flat after they left and Sarah became moody again. Her mind would not let her believe that it didn't matter to me what she had done in the past. <<"He's just saying the words I want to hear. I can't really believe him. I'm sure that sooner or later he will drop me as soon as he finds someone else. One of those clever students from the Uni. One that wants to get higher marks than she deserves…">> I saw a tear run down her cheek and went to give her a hug but she reacted angrily and pushed me away, more forcibly than I expected and indeed, more forcibly than she intended. I fell back into the dining table and upset the vase of flowers. I righted the vase and she mopped up the water. "I'm sorry Derek, I didn't mean to push you so hard," she apologised.

"You will be. I'll teach you to be a bad tempered bitch," I growled in my best mock severe voice."

A slight smile came to her face. "You'll have to catch me first." There followed a chase around the furniture where I didn't really try overly hard to get hold of her and she only half-heartedly tried to escape. Finally I got my arms around her waist and dragged her squealing to the settee.

"Now you're going to get it," I joked. Although she squirmed and struggled I finally released the button on her trousers and managed to lower them to her knees. Even though we were both chuckling and threatening each other with the direst punishments, she didn't give in and I had to use all my strength the get her over my lap and smack her arse. I laid on half a dozen 'friendly' slaps without putting too much power behind them. I didn't want to hurt her. <<"Don't be a wimp. Do it properly.">> Picking up on her silent instructions I hit harder and reddened her bum with a few good swats and then pulled her knickers down and began spanking her again. I continued to spank until she started to cry although I felt mean doing so. <<"That's enough. Fuck me now!">>

"Stop, stop Derek. You've punished me enough. I'm sorry I knocked the vase over. I'm sorry I was so grumpy." She started pleading out loud but didn't mention she wanted to be fucked.

"No you haven't. I haven't done with you yet my girl," I answered as crossly as I could but it was difficult to keep the grin out of my voice. She started to plead again when I picked her up and put her over the back of the settee. She thought I was going to continue spanking her and perhaps belt her like Terry had but instead I pushed my prick into her cunt and began to fuck her. <<"I wonder if he'll try my arsehole?">> I'd never done that to a girl but with my prick now slimy with all her juices and my pre-cum, I decided to try. She was no stranger to having it that way. I heard her gasp when I pushed my prick against her hole but she didn't protest. Then she seemed to relax and I was able to slowly insert it.

"Take it easy. It's been a long while since I've had it up there," she pleaded. I did. It was a totally new sensation for me but one that I found quite enjoyable. It wasn't long before I came and then had to tongue her to a climax.

We showered and watched TV for a while before cuddling up in bed. Spanking her had eased the tension between us so it looked as if my gamble had paid off after all.