The Plan
The Plan – final chapter
Drew looked at his watch. It was time to go to work. He drove in silence through increasingly remote and rural roads to the Waller’s house. Putting Jenny in her place had been fun but with Roger it was going to be personal. Drew had never actually met him and had no first hand knowledge of him. Notoriety could be like a Chinese whisper, Drew knew but whatever impression he was about to get of Roger Waller’s character it didn’t alter the facts; the stunning country home that stood before him was paid for out of exorbitant rent demands and human suffering. One such victim happened to be him. It was payback time.
Drew approached the front door with less confidence than he had previously but no less determination. This time round he had no appointment and demanded the preparation he’d put in thus far. When Roger Waller answered the door, Drew was struck by his presence. There was an unexpected trace of warmth tinting a distinguished face. A man of average build and a certainty in the timbre of his privileged voice,
“Can I help you?”
“Mr Waller?” Drew wanted to be certain,
“Yes. What is it?”
“Brass Bomber.” Drew said confidently. Oddly, Drew began to shake nervously as Roger Waller slipped into a trance. Tightening his jaw and straightening his back, Drew shook off his doubts, “When you wake from this trance you will experience an immediate and powerful need to be slapped and spanked by my girlfriend, Tina or by me. This need will be so great you will be prepared to undergo anything to satisfy it. Once you have been slapped anywhere on your body ten times the need will go but you will know that it could return at any moment. When you hear me say the word ‘money’ the need will return. Do you understand?”
“Yes.” Roger replied without emotion.
“Minesweeper.” Drew said with a smile. Seeing the growing confusion in his face, Drew took up the conversation where it left off, “I’ve come to fix your shower. Your wife called me.”
“I see.” Roger frowned and pinched his jaw, “Well you’d better come in then.”
He was led inside to the familiar entrance hall, Roger unable to stop frowning nor staring at Drew. Cautiously he took Drew to the bathroom. Drew grinned at the memory.
“Did she say what was wrong with it?” Roger asked. He was clearly riddled with uncertainty,
“No. Let me take a look at it.” Drew began to unscrew the shower head,
“I…..I wonder if…” Roger began,
“If what?” Drew said suppressing a grin,
“Well you see…I…I..err” Roger stammered, “Yes I have this medical condition you see. It’s my skin.”
“Not infectious is it?” Drew asked,
“No! Nothing like that no. You see my skin needs to be smacked sometimes.”
“Don’t worry Mr Waller. I wont pay any attention. You just go right ahead and slap yourself.”
Roger silently cursed his bungled attempt to manipulate the conversation,
“It’s not so much a skin condition…I mean not in the traditional sense. What I’m trying to say is that someone has to do it for me.”
“Does your wife usually do it for you?”
“Yes.” Roger lied and knew at once that he hadn’t fooled the plumber,
“She’ll be home very soon won’t she?” Drew looked pointedly at his watch, “What time does she normally get in?”
“Look.” Roger sighed, “I’m lying about the skin condition. The truth is I want you to…..to slap me.” Roger’s ego suffered a hefty blow as Drew glared at him. He did his best to stand up manfully but defeat began to taunt him. Drew turned to face him head on,
“I’m not into men Mr Waller.” He said, “Why don’t you ask one of your gay friends to do it?”
“I am not gay!” Roger snapped. Drew returned a wry grin and Roger fought to control his temper, “I mean it! I can assure you in all truthfulness that I’m as straight as an arrow.”
“Whatever you say Mr Waller.” Drew glanced at his watch. Another 30 minutes and Tina should be arriving with Jenny Waller. He wanted his landlord completely helpless before they got here, “Why are you asking me to do this?”
“I just don’t know. I swear to god I’m not gay but I just need you to slap me. Look I’ll pay you ok? How about it?”
“That will help Mr Waller but it’ll take more than that to get me dishing out kicks to errr…shall we say, someone like you.” Drew leant against the shower wall as Roger fought his instinct to deny his sexual preference. He regarded Drew with a look of restrained hatred and rising fear,
“For the last time I’m not gay.” He said calmly and added, “What is it you want besides money?”
“I’ll tell you what.” Drew said with fake magnanimity, “My van is in need of a good wash and come to think of it so are these shoes.” Drew glanced down at his scruffy feet, “If you clean my shoes with this towel, “Drew grabbed a neatly folded towel from a rail, “Then I’ll give you a nice slap across the face. If you clean my van afterwards I might give you two. That do for you?”
“I can’t believe you’re doing this to me.” Roger shook his head. His brow lined with the stress of being unable to tell him where to go. With a deep breath he picked up the towel, “Ok I’ll do it.” He closed his eyes to shield the humiliation that radiated from Drew’s near arrogant stare and knelt down. Once he’d held the towel to Drew’s shoe he polished with vigour, buffing the faded black leather to an even shine. He avoided casting his eyes up at Drew and asked,
“Is that ok?”
“Not bad Mr Waller.” Drew nodded. “I think it’s fair to say you’ve earned a good slap. Don’t forget, if you do a good job on my van you might earn two.”
“I don’t think that’ll be necessary.” Roger stood up, “Now please do it.” Roger tried to gain control by instructing Drew. He decided that once he’d been slapped he would use his connections to have Drew arrested on whatever fake charges could be made up. For now, he needed to feel his hand across his face like he needed to breath.
Drew swung his palm smoothly and firmly, landing squarely across Roger’s cheek, “That feel better?” He asked. Roger felt as if he’d just swallowed his first mouthful of water for weeks. The relief was incredible but not enough. He wanted another so much that if he’d been alone he might have cried. Eyes glazed over, he nodded,
“Yes.” He whispered, “It does feel better. If I wash your van you’ll do it twice?”
“A deal’s a deal.” Drew responded, “I’ll go one better. I could do with putting my feet up for a while. You make me a nice cup of coffee before you wash my van and I’ll give you a slap before you start.”
Roger’s distant gaze gave no sign that he’d understood. Words formed on his lips but his voice could have been anyone’s
“Yes. Yes that would be fine.” He agreed. He turned without ceremony and headed for the kitchen. Drew followed him down the grand staircase and forked off to make himself comfortable in an armchair.
Roger considered his position as he made the coffee. He’d succeeded in making an enemy of someone that was very suddenly crucial to his existence. Somehow a need had arisen that had to be satisfied. He knew he would do anything to get it but had been in business long enough not to show it. Cursing his impetuosity, Roger took the coffee to Drew and spoke as if to a close acquaintance,
“There. I hope that’s how you like it.” He said. Drew supped the coffee,
“Good boy. Just perfect.” He set the cup on a smart walnut table beside him, “Kneel down so I can reach.” He sighed. Roger knelt, again closing his eyes and Drew smacked his cheek directly over the reddened target he’d previously formed. Roger quickly stood and turned, keen to hide his emotion and earn more. He strode purposefully into the kitchen and gathered some wash clothes,
“I’ll just go and wash your van.” As he was about to go he stopped abruptly in his tracks, “I’ve just remembered…..”
“Yes?” Drew looked up,
“My wife. Oh my god. If she sees me cleaning your van…well how am I going to explain that?” Roger became agitated and began to twist his hair for order.
“Don’t worry about her.” Drew assured him, “I’ll make sure she hears a plausible explanation. Leave it to me.”
Roger didn’t believe him and certainly didn’t trust him. He considered his position and knew he needed to be slapped more than he needed his wife not to know. Here was a complete stranger sitting in his armchair drinking coffee he had made and all because he needed to be slapped by him. Though he made every effort to make sense of the situation he realised the futility of his actions. The need was greater than the logic. He went out to his garage, gathered a bucket of soapy water and began washing.
Roger had barely started when Jenny arrived home from work. He checked his watch from long habit and noted she was very late. He didn’t care. With a deep breath to set himself, Roger Waller stood to face her. He was surprised and no less dismayed to see she had someone with her; A young woman who lounged with regal authority in the back seat. A glance at his wife showed a look he had never seen in his self assured spouse. The confusing mess of changes ruffled him but Roger had bigger troubles of his own to think about. He set the bucket down and moved toward the car. No sooner had he stepped forward than Drew appeared at the doorway,
“I should clean that van before it gets too dark.” Drew advised. Roger hurriedly soaked his sponge as Drew admired Jenny’s expression of mingled horror and desperate need, “Hello Mrs Waller. I came to fix your shower. Your husband very kindly offered to wash my van.” Drew snapped his fingers
“I….” Jenny Waller’s head spun as tears pooled ready for release, “Hello.” She said simply. Her gaze dropped to Drew’s groin as Tina appeared by her side,
“And who is this?” Drew asked,
“This is my…this is Tina. She’s a colleague.” Jenny burst into tears, breaking down with dramatic and genuine helplessness. Both Drew and Tina at once understood why. With the two of them together Jenny now faced a dangerous dilemma. She needed them both so badly but was powerless to manipulate the situation to satisfy her need. It didn’t even occur to her that she hadn’t asked Drew to fix the shower. Just seeing him at her home, with Tina beside her and her husband washing his van…Jenny frowned,
“Why is my husband washing your van?” then added, “Sir.”
“Interesting question Mrs Waller. It turns out that your husband has a strange fetish though thankfully not the same as yours.”
“I see.” Jenny blushed and glanced worriedly at Tina who gave no response. She was curious about Roger’s ‘fetish’ but was too engrossed in her own to give any further thought.
Tina stepped forward and she and Drew made a play of meeting for the first time, exchanging pleasantries that didn’t belong. Tina asked Jenny about her acquaintance with Drew which she explained without mentioning her hunger to suck his cock. Drew decided it was time to break the ice,
“Your colleague, “ he said to Tina, “has a fetish for cock. At least she has for mine.” Drew grinned,
“Interesting.” Tina responded playing along, “She also has a fetish for licking my ass. Turns out you are a slut Mrs Waller.”
Jenny smiled. It was such a relief to have that out in the open that she didn’t care what they thought of her,
“Yes I suppose I am.”
“Looks as if we both have to put up with this little sluts cravings doesn’t it?” Tina said authoritatively,
“Ain’t that the truth.” Drew puffed, “I had to suffer my cock in this bitch’s mouth three times. Anything to stop her begging.”
“Tell me about it.” Tina laughed, “Every time I move she’s got her dirty tongue hanging out ready to lick my ass and if that isn’t bad enough she wants to lick my pussy afterwards too.”
“Now if she learned the proper manners that a slut like her should know, then it wouldn’t be so bad.” Drew shook his head as if exasperated. Jenny had her head hung in shame and utter humiliation. Yet for the first time she began to pay heed to their comments and even considered that maybe they were right. She couldn’t deny a word of what they said. In the background she could hear her husband sploshing a sponge and wondered what he will make of it all. For the first time too, she wondered what his fetish was. Strangely, she hoped it would be even more humiliating than her own though she doubted it.
Tina led Jenny into the house and Drew stayed out to speak to Roger. Roger hadn’t heard the conversation and his curiosity was mild and nothing more,
“It turns out that your wife has a kinky fetish too Roger.” Drew said with a sigh. Roger knew that he was about to be humiliated again. He’d had no suspicions but Drew’s manner was enough to tell him that his wife had some sexual desire for him. The fresh load of humiliation just joined the substantial pile he’d already accumulated. He had to put his natural response out of his mind and concentrate on his own need to be slapped. He hoped the time would come when he’d be in a position to exact revenge but for now he would soak it up.
“What is it?” he asked, wanting to get it over with,
“She wants to suck my cock. I’m sure you know what she’s like anyway.” Drew said in conspiratorial tones. Roger chose not to reply but couldn’t disguise the hurt inside. The bitch had blown him twice in 9 years of marriage. Now she was after this scruffy mans cock. He wanted to lash out but had worked hard enough to restrain himself. Somehow the desire to be slapped again rose above everything else and continued to consume him. He stepped up his pace and scrubbed the van as Drew left him and went inside.
Drew walked in to find Tina bent over the kitchen counter and Jenny knelt behind her with her tongue lapping eagerly at her ass,
“Please excuse this.” Tina said apologetically, “You know what the slut is like.”
“No problem.” Said Drew, “she’ll be after my cock next.” Drew and Tina exchanged expressions of roaring laughter without sound. Jenny took the opportunity to mumble from between Tina’s ass cheeks,
“Yesth pleath Sir.”
“Tell you what.” Tina said, “While the dirty bitch is sucking your cock I may as well get my ordeal over with at the same time and let her stroke my clit until I cum.”
“Great idea.” Drew and Tina settled side by side on a couch in the lounge and Jenny, consumed with need, knelt between Drew’s legs and began to unzip his fly. Roger chose that moment to appear,
“I’ve finished washing your car.” He said hopefully. Roger watched his wife pull out Drew’s stiffening cock and had to suppress the instant hatred that boiled within,
“Good boy.” Drew said as Jenny, listening worriedly slipped his cock into her mouth and let her hand begin to gently stroke Tina’s sex, “Come here and get your reward.” Red faced and overwhelmed with bitter humiliation, Roger knelt beside his wife. As Drew took Roger’s hair in his fist, Tina grasped Jenny’s hair and forced her head deeper onto his cock. The scene excited her so much that she roughly jammed her head up and down while Drew held Roger’s head and dished out two hefty slaps to his face. All four people experienced an incredible sense of pleasure; for Tina and Drew it was pure sexual power whilst for Jenny and Roger it was satisfying relief,
“Do you want a couple more?” Drew offered,
“Yes please! Oh please yes!” Roger reacted for the first time without restraint.
“Ok then listen. Go and get the box of elastic bands from the back of my van. Come back here and strip off. Make it quick or the deals off.” Roger ran, almost panicked as he rushed to get to the van. Jenny listened but hardly registered a word. Tina had forced her onto his cock so hard that her throat hurt. But all that mattered now was that she get his cum and swallow it. She almost cried when Tina dragged her head off and began to beat her face with Drew’s stiff cock. When Tina then bent over and took his cock in her own mouth, Jenny was struck forcefully and shockingly with jealousy. Tina seemed to understand her craving for his manhood and was doing it solely to hurt her. When Roger reappeared Tina rose and Jenny gratefully wrapped her lips back around the cock she so desperately needed.
With ridiculous obedience Roger handed the box of rubber bands to Drew,
“Was that fats enough?” He asked breathlessly,
“Not bad.” Drew observed and dragged Jenny’s bobbing head off of his cock, “I hope you haven’t forgotten that you’ll have to pay me cash for all this.” Drew reminded him,
“Of course, of course!” Roger said eagerly. He yearned to feel a hand across his cheek,
“Tina, why don’t you slap him this time?” Drew suggested, “I’m going to fuck this bitch to see if her cunt’s any better than her mouth.” Drew dragged Jenny face down onto the couch and knelt behind her, surprised at how easily he slid into her wet sex. Tina curled her finger at Roger who stooped across to allow her to slap him; he was pleased it was the other cheek. Tina then repositioned herself so that Jenny’s head was now buried between her legs and licking her with her usual desperation,
“How would you like another slap Roger?” Drew asked, ploughing his cock into Jenny in smooth, deep thrusts,
“Yes please!” Roger said with abandon, accepting his dignity was gone forever.
“Just make sure you’re able to pay.” Drew said again. Roger considered this remark briefly. He was well off and had money to burn, of course he could pay,
“Yes I will pay you of course I will.”
“Ok then. Strip off.” Tina glanced at Drew questioningly but Drew just nodded mysteriously. When Roger had discarded his clothes he approached to receive his slap, “Just a minute.” Drew snapped, “I didn’t say that was all. Now stand facing away from us and bend over and touch your toes; keep your legs apart.”
“Oh god please don’t do that to me, please god no!” Roger pleaded, screwing his face to contain his tears. Tina also looked at Drew with horror and even Jenny was momentarily distracted,
“I’m not gonna fuck you, you dozy twat.” Drew laughed. Tina breathed a sigh of relief and refocused on enjoying Jenny’s tongue. Roger also felt relieved but on a scale he didn’t know existed. Roger did as Drew had said, not caring that his ass was on display along with his dangling cock and balls. It was at that moment that the penny dropped for both Roger and Tina.
Drew opened the box of rubber bands and emptied them onto Jenny’s back. He and Tina took a band each, pushed an index finger into one loop and extended their arms to take aim. Both shot the band towards Rogers dangling tackle and missed. Drew slowed his pace as he stroked slowly in and out of Jenny, dividing his focus between fucking her and flicking rubber bands at Roger’s balls,
“Swing your hips from side to side.” Tina said to Roger, “Once I’ve hit the target a couple of times I’ll give you a nice slap as a reward.”
Roger obeyed. Soon he was flinching as rubber bands flew towards him, most missing at first but soon they began to find their target. Once the last band was fired and hit Roger sharply on the balls, Tina suddenly began to climax. Jenny worked tirelessly to the last but her sudden disgust was quickly replaced with need when Tina said, ‘thank you Jenny’. Drew pulled out of Jenny and sat down, dragging her mouth back onto his cock. He knew he would cum any moment and he knew how he wanted it to happen,
“Good boy Roger. Come here and I’ll give you your slaps.” Tina sat beside Drew and watched as her boyfriend shot his load into Jenny’s hungry mouth straight after slapping Roger three times: the first hard the second harder still and the third making the tenth of all, the hardest.
It had all happened at once. Jenny screwed her face in disgust but knew better than to voice her feelings and Roger was suddenly free of his burden and glared menacingly at Drew,
“I don’t know who you are.” Roger growled, “But you’re going to pay for this.” The threat was very real and Drew smiled,
“But you haven’t given me my money Roger.” He said smoothly. He then snapped his fingers. Jenny immediately wanted to suck his cock again; she knew the feeling and had even prepared for it but to Roger, the need to be slapped again came as a big shock. Overwhelming regret for the threat he’d made besieged him and his eyes slanted imploringly at Drew,
“I’m so sorry for what I said. Of course I’ll pay you. How…how much do I owe you?”
Drew zipped away his manhood and flicked a glance at Tina, “One million per slap…I make that….ten million.”
“But…….!” Roger’s jaw dropped with all the grace of a poleaxe. Jenny also registered her shock and stared in disbelief,
“You’re not going to tell me you can’t pay are you?” Drew said with dismay,
“But…that’s all I have!” Roger held up his palms as if broke, “Surely…”
“If I’d have known you were so dishonest…” Drew trailed off. He then paused as if to consider. “Ok let’s see if I can’t help you out here. Jenny tells me you’re into property is that right?”
“Yes but….I mean that’s my whole life.”
“Well maybe we can come to some arrangement here Roger. You see there are a lot of homeless people in London. People that have to eat from dustbins, beg for pennies just to get a cup of tea and that sort of stuff. Now it seems to me that you could house a good few of them in this house alone.”
“I….I…” Roger stuttered. Drew strode on, refusing to let the plan be sidetracked,
“Most of them don’t give a damn about living in this kind of luxury.” Drew waved his hand around the opulence that surrounded them, “Most would just be happy for a warm place to sleep and a good meal once a day. How many properties do you own Roger?”
The loaded question rammed home. Roger knew it was pointless lying, “About three hundred…..but they’re the sole source of my income. If I…”
Drew held up his palm, “I didn’t say you should give them out for free. As I understand it you’re rental charges are by far the highest on the market. People locked into long term contracts by ruthless sales people. Now if you set aside say half of these properties you could house more than twelve hundred people and still have more income in a week than most people make in a year. At the moment, all your run down properties, which is most of them, get barely no maintenance on them at all. Leaking roofs, dripping taps, infestations ……I could go on.” Drew paused to watch Roger hang his head, “In return for living in half of your properties, those previously homeless tenants could be your maintenance team. That is until they get a proper job which is a real possibility when you have an address. That is how you can pay me for those ten delicious slaps Roger. If you accept this deal then I’ll tell you how you can pay for the next ten.”
“I’ll do it.” Roger said without delay. He’d done his thinking while Drew spoke and was now experience in understanding his craving to be slapped.
“Good boy Roger. I want you to begin the process tomorrow. You have three months to re-house half of your existing tenants, that’s how much notice the contract states, and in the meantime I’ll get a list of those homeless people most in need. Now for payment of your next ten slaps. In actual fact this also applies to Jenny if she wants to suck my cock again.”
“Make that my ass too.” Tina put in, arms folded with intent,
“Yes.” Jenny said meekly. She was by now beyond caring about much else.
“Most of those homeless people have been deprived of many things out on the cold streets. One of those things is love. So, every Friday night after work, you and Jenny will drive down to London and find yourselves two homeless people that can bear to fuck either of you: one male and one female. You’ll bring them back here where either I, Tina or both of us will be waiting to make sure you give them a good time and each time you’ll get your slap Roger and Jenny will be rewarded with a taste of Tina’s ass or my cock. We’ll also be monitoring how all your other tenants are being treated, making sure their rents are reasonable and so on.” Drew stood up and took Tina’s hand, “You two have caused more suffering than I can stand to mention. Now it’s time to pay something back. I given you the plan; all you have to do now is carry it out.”
Drew and Tina walked out hand in hand and drove home in contemplative silence.