Darcie Takes Her Medicine: Part 3

We walked into Room 204 where I expected to take off my clothes and hang them up to dry and then let Jim have me. However as soon as I turned on the light, I knew immediately that it wasn't going to work out that way.

Phase 2! Jim shouted and a blackberry cream pie came arcing toward my face.

OH! N- Splat! It caught me mid-word and filled my open mouth. Before the lights went out, I could see that the entire room had been covered in plastic and the bed, desk, table and chairs were piled with pies. It also looked like buckets of slime were line up against the back wall. All courtesy of Jim's accomplices no doubt.

Hey, look. Someone left you a note, Jim said suppressing a snicker.

I wiped my face and read it. It said, Next time remember to ask if that's a webcam! Signed, B, S, D & R. Beth, Steven, Debbie and Robert. With friends like those

Earlier was just a warm up, Jim said, preparing to sandwich my head with two pies. Now you really learn your lesson. I could tell he was still not mad, just determined to get to me.

Bring it on, Yankee, I challenged.

Splat! The two blackberry creams squeezed against my head and rained whipped cream, sauce and graham cracker crust down onto my already ruined dress. Jim finished off any fantasies I had of trying to get the stains out when he slapped a runny chocolate syrup pie into my right tit and rubbed it in for good measure and repeated the process with a fresh pie for my left. Chocolate syrup and whipped cream ran down the front of my dress. Some of it dripped off the hem and the rest ran down my legs through my fishnet stockings. It was aided by the water in my clothes. Remember I just came from the pool in this outfit.

HA! I exclaimed clearing my eyes after I swallowed what had landed in my mouth. There's not a Yankee alive who can break me! That was my way of letting Jim know that I knew this was really all in fun. It was also my green light for him to do whatever he pleased. He deserved it for being such a sweet guy and not getting irate over the situation. Oh, he made me squirm a little, but I needed and deserved that. (God! I'm sounding more and more like Cindy and Barb!)

That sounds like a challenge, you little Texas vixen, he said. I love it when we banter back and forth like this. It gets me so horny. Of course so does getting pied, slimed, soaked, stripped

Anyway, It is! I snarled. Show me what you've got!

Splat! A banana cream was hurled my way and exploded dead center in my face, snapping my head back. I recovered and before I could clear my face, I was grabbed and twirled around. Jim's hand was on the back of my head pushing. I went limp and he smashed my face into a blackberry cream waiting for me on the bed. Then a plain white pie was smashed into my ass on the left side and blue-tinted Kool Whip pie was smashed into my right.

I was still face-down in the blackberry cream, breathing through a little hole I created by blowing out really hard and I felt Jim grab the ties of my dress's halter top. He untied them, and I should have known when I gave him the green light what would happen next. He grabbed the two sections where the halter went over my shoulders and yanked. Too late I felt the fabric in the front ripping apart.

Hey! I exclaimed, straightening up. This is all I have to wear! (If you'll recall, the very first time he did something like this to me, I waited until I was already naked to say something.)

You should have thought of that during your performance this afternoon! he replied. My straightening up only assisted him. Since my dress was made up of two different fabrics sewn together at the waist, that was the weakest point. Jim ripped the halter all the way to my waist and assisted by me standing up, dropped one side of the halter and started ripping the other side around my body to separate it completely from the skirt bottom.

I screamed and grabbed the ruined top half, but let go, defeated, knowing there was no point. I groaned as he finished ripping it all the way around and tossed the top half of the dress on the floor.

Ha, ha-ha, ha-ha, haaaa! he jeered. I thought you said no Yankee could break you!

I did say that; didn't I? I straightened up and thrust out my topless tits at him and said, Bring it on, Yankee!

Splat! Splat! He rapid fired a blackberry cream into my right tit followed by another into my left. Splat! A chocolate cream snapped my head back as it exploded in my face. Much of it went up and over to join what had already weighed my hair down and plastered it to my head.

Eying the several five-gallon buckets lined up against the wall, I sneered at him with my nose all wriggled up and said, I don't know who you think you're impressing!

Jim just smiled and grabbed the bucket closest to him. He raised it over my head a poured. My blue-eyed Yankee must have been paying attention to the webcam because a luxurious coating of original Nick green slime rolled over me, oatmeal and all. I'd been horny every since this whole episode began at Fountain Place and getting slimed almost made me cum just from the arousal.

He had no ladder to stand on, so much of the slime splattered onto him too. HA, HA! You got slimed too! I jeered. I don't know who got the worst end of it!

Jim grabbed another bucket and tossed it this time. I was splattered head to toe with orange slime. This time a little smoother and thinner so it could be tossed like water. Looks like you did!

I bent slightly toward him in a teasing stance and said, That's just because you got tired of throwing pies!

Splat! A pink-tinted Kool Whip pie impacted my face. I cleared my eyes and licked the pie from around my mouth.

Mmmmm, I don't know why you think this is punishment! I purred.

Jim got yet another bucket and poured half of its blue contents over my head. I absently massaged the globs of pie and slime that decorated my boobs. Jim stopped pouring when the bucket was half-empty and pulled my skirt out at the waist, grabbing my panties at the same time and poured the rest of the slime right in.

Oh, yes! I exclaimed as the slimy fluid rolled over my pussy and down my legs. I heard threads in what was left of my weakened dress starting to pop. Jim heard them too because when all of the slime was gone, he paused to contemplate and then grabbed my skirt again. This time he gave it a big yank and with a loud rip, one of the seams gave way all the way down leaving my in just my boy shorts, garter and stockings.

Jim spun me around to face the bed again and I let out a little squeal when he shoved me down and planted my face into a runny, chocolate syrup pie. I held my breath and felt him slap a banana cream into my panties and rub it around my ass. He reached between my legs and grabbed at my lace boy shorts crotch and yanked. The snaps came apart, which were there for easy access.

I pulled my head up out of the pie and turned to the side. Ha! Fooled ya! I said.

Jim grabbed the two ends that were dangling and pulled them like a wishbone, ripping the front and back apart up the seams in the sides until my panties came apart into two pieces. My garter stretched out and snapped back with a sting when the panties came apart. Ohhhh! I groaned.

Jim leaned over and said, I don't know why you thought that was going to stop me!

I stood straight up. AH-HA! I shouted. You said, 'I don't know'!

So did you, he said with a chuckle, but I guess it's only fair.

We each grabbed the last two buckets that were full of the chunky Nick slime and got up in each other's faces. Each holding our bucket behind the other, we raised them up and dumped them over each other's head. I'm not sure whether we each got more slime on the other or ourselves, but we were both covered with the chunky oatmeal-filled slime when we were done. Jim dropped his bucket and lowered his arms to the small of my back and pulled me up to kiss me. I, on the other hand, was still feeling ornery and while kissing him, grabbed his old tank top in the back and ripped it open. He pulled back from me, and put his hands on his hips with a What am I going to do with you? expression. He didn't even try to stop me when I undid his shorts and then ripped the zipper down and kept going until I had ripped them half-way up the back. I was giggling and he just stood there holding the same pose while I yanked the erection sticking out of his underwear through his fly and gave it a couple of messy strokes. I finally ripped his fly apart and then yanked his destroyed underwear to the floor.

Serves you right, stripping me naked with nothing else to wear, I teased.

Well I was going to rinse those out and let you borrow them in the morning, he countered.

Oops! I bubbled with my best girlish giggle. By now I didn't care if I had to ride home naked. I was having too much fun. At least he'd left my stockings intact.

I slyly grinned at him and picked up a chocolate cream pie, threatening him. Jim picked up a blackberry cream of his own and with the timing that could only be found between two long-time wammers, we shoved them into each other's faces at the same time.

You're supposed to be the one on the receiving end, he teased.

I'm sorry, I said. I just don't know what came over me! (I thought the slime was all gone.)

Well I was saving this for later, but Jim said and grabbed a mixing bowl full of chocolate and dumped it over me. I froze in place and savored the feeling of the sticky chocolate running through my hair and over my face. I started to absently rub it over my tits again.

Hey! You're supposed to be getting punished! Jim said, watching me play with my tits.

Then you need to step it up! I snarled back.

Fine! he shot back. He stepped around me, purposely close enough to drag his fully erect cock around my leg and sat down on the bed. There were still several pies left and he selected a large chocolate cream and carefully removed it from the plate. He burrowed up through the bottom with his thumb and slipped the pie slowly over his erection. I could tell he was enjoying his manhood probing its way up through the chocolate and cream to protrude out of the top. It was time to do the Homecoming Bake Off trick! Ever since I learned how to do it justice, he couldn't get enough of it.

I immediately assumed the position on my knees between his spread legs. I hovered over his cock with my mouth open, licking my lips. Jim grabbed the back of my head with one hand and shoved me forward. I closed down and thrust my tongue against him as he forced me hard all the way down the length of his shaft and buried my face in his waiting lap pie and rocked my head back and forth a couple of times to grind me into it. Now I was beginning to feel punished! (And my pussy started to drip!)

Jim moved his other hand behind my head and grabbed two handfuls of my matted hair. He pulled me up the length of his shaft and then forced me back down into what was left of the pie. It was clear when he pulled me back up by my hair again that he wanted to be in control. Fine! Face fuck me all you want! See if I care! It just leaves my hands free.

Even with his grip on me, I was able to angle my head so that my tongue was pressed against one side of his cock and the roof of my mouth raked the other side, all while keeping my lips tightly closed around him. I grabbed a blackberry cream and when he pulled me back up by my hair, I slipped it into his lap. Jim shoved me down his cock hard again so I buried my face once more in the blackberry. However since it was fully on one side of his cock instead of around it, a lot of it oozed out onto his stomach. I scooped up handfuls of it and smashed it into my hair.

My hands were free and he was doing all of the work so I slid one hand between my legs to masturbate. God, I love giving Jim head! I'm thinking about getting some vibrating panties to make it easier to get off while I'm blowing him. I might just switch to giving head all the time. I'd save money on birth control pills!

Jim was getting close. He let go of my head with one hand and grabbed a pie. I thought he might be getting ready to pull me off so he could shoot his wad into the pie and hit me with it, but he grunted, Take over.

So I stopped pleasuring myself for the moment and concentrated on him, riding his cock with my mouth from the tip down until it tickled the back of my throat. Jim picked up another pie with his free hand. I heard his breathing increasing and I knew it wouldn't be long now

Splat! The instant I felt the first spray of his wad come shooting into my mouth, he slapped the two pies into the sides of my head and ground them around and around while he fed me his man juice. Did I say that I LOVE giving him head already? That deserved something special.

I usually suck a little as I come off of him to get every drop, but instead this time I rose up and let him see me swallow. I blinked my eyes open and grabbed his cock while it was still erect up by his bush. I squeezed a little and pulled my hand up the length of it. Jim gasped from the sensation as guys are at their most sensitive right after getting off. More semen oozed out of his cock. I gingerly slipped out my tongue and licked it off.

Mmmmm, I purred and kissed his still-bulging head.

Shit! he exclaimed. I still can't get to you.

Keep trying, I urged. Hey! What about me? I know I'm being punished but shouldn't I have some fun?

You've been having fun all along, he replied. But I didn't forget about you. I didn't bring you any clothes, but I did pack something for you. He gestured to the overnight bag.

I looked in it and the only thing left was a gift bag from Lover's Lane Lingerie and Novelties. I reached inside and pulled out a box containing an item named, Mr. Chubby. The caption on the box said he was, Sure to fill your void. I took Mr. Chubby out of the box and sloshed my way to the vanity to rinse him off with hot water and sloshed back to the bed.

I suppose you want to watch, I said with a mock disapproving expression.

That would be nice. Thanks, Jim replied. And try to sit up.

I rolled my eyes and got up on the bed and propped a pillow protected by a trash bag behind me. Jim had helped me play with my vibrator before, but this was the first time I'd ever had something anatomically correct like this.

Oh, Mr. Chubby! I gasped as I slid the dildo up into me and began to thrust it in and out. You really do fill the void!

Jim laughed and said, Hey! He's not supposed to take my place!

Well, we'll see about that! I snapped back and of courseSplat! A chocolate cream pie exploded in my face in response to my comment. I was so hoping he'd do that! You haven't lived until you've fucked yourself with a dildo while getting pied hard!

I left my mouth gapping open while I panted and got to taste the myriad of pies that plastered me in the following several minutes. Splat! Another chocolate. Splat! Banana cream. Splat! Kool Whip. Splat! Blackberry Cream.

I was really enjoying myself, and really milking it. Please! Not just the face! Punish my tits too!

Splat! Splat! Two Kool Whip pies blasted my boobs. Of course they stung but you learn to enjoy it.

Oh yeah! I moaned. Do that again!

Splat! Splat! A banana cream and chocolate cream decorated my front.

I started to rock back and forth. Please! Hit me in the face again! Please!

Splat! Jim nailed me as hard as he could with a blackberry cream. A submissive euphoria that began while I was getting good and face fucked earlier swept over me completely. I don't get this bad all the time, (thank God), but when I do, I CRAVE punishment and humiliation. Oh God! Jim! Do that again! Harder!

Splat! Jim complied and then some, slamming a colored Kool Whip pie into my face so hard that my head slammed into the bed headboard. Lucky it was one of those cushion headboards like they have in motels or I might have given myself a concussion!

I could hear Jim laughing through the cream that clogged my ears. I'm glad he was enjoying this because I definitely was. I rolled over and came up on my knees, propped in the front by one hand with the other between my legs working Mr. Chubby like a mad woman.

Pie my face and my ass, Jim! Do it NOW!

He was starting to lose it, but he was still composed enough to give me the Messy Girl treatment, slamming a chocolate cream into my ass and a purple-tinted Kool Whip into my face at the same time. Those were the last two, he said.

I was really close to orgasm. Then spank me, Jim. I've been naughty! Spank me!

This wasn't just because this whole episode was to punish me. I've confessed to being a closet submissive before and it has overwhelmed me in the past, but not this bad.

In any case, Jim couldn't believe that I was asking for that. Really? he asked. No joke?

Dammit! SPANK ME NOW! I yelled loud enough to be heard in adjoining rooms. Jim gave my ass a half-hearted slap like he does when he passes me in the hall to tease me.

No! Harder! I demanded.

He got a little harder, but not enough to hurt.

Harder! Dammit! Spank me like you mean it!

Jim's voice was cracking, unable to control his laughter when he answered: If you say so.

His next swat made me shriek. Again! Just like that! Keep it up until I cum! I screamed. I hope there weren't any kids in the rooms next to ours!

Jim continued letting me have it and I continued shrieking with every one of his vicious swats until my shrieks became those of an unbelievably intense orgasm. The kind that leaves you wanting more.

I rolled over onto the bed in a puddle of pie, slime and sweat and Mr. Chubby fell out of my hand and rolled onto the floor. I'm glad you enjoyed yourself, Jim quipped.

Looks like you did too! I said. Little Jim was back up to full attention. So he likes to spank me

I was still feeling pretty ornery. I could stand another round too! Why don't you climb up here on top of your messy, submissive slut of a wife and just fuck the hell out of me?

He didn't take any more coaxing for that either. The next thing I knew, he was on top of me and Little Jim was swimming in the deep end of Sweetwater Lake. Mr. Chubby was fun, but nothing beat that cock pounding my pussy like there was no tomorrow.

I ran my hands up into his gloppy hair and then lightly ran my fingernails down through the slime and pie on his back. God, Darcie! Do that again! Now he was begging me for more!

Jim started to lick pie and slime from my cheek and neck and then I felt him lock on and begin to suck. Sometimes I'll wiggle away, but tonight wasn't one of those times. I tilted my head back so he'd have plenty of access. Guys, don't let your women fool you. If they won't let you, it's because they don't want people seeing a mark, NOT because it doesn't feel good.

I knew he was making a deep purple mark on my neck and I didn't care. Tonight, I was a total submissive.

Still pumping me like a madman, bringing both of us closer and closer, Jim raised up to admire his handiwork. You're going to have a new Facebook profile picture for a week too, he gasped between his heavy breaths.

In that case, I gasped back and turned my head to expose the other side of my neck, even me out!

Jim's face looked like a kid who'd just been given keys to the candy store. I screamed and then giggled as he latched onto the other side and started working on another big purple mark.

Mark me, Jimmy! I gasped. Mark me as your slutty bitch! Seriously, I don't know where this shit comes from when we're like this. It just blurts out!

Jim lost it at that comment, but the damage had already been done and now I had two hickies that were going to take WEEKS to clear completely. What the fuck! I'm married! I'm allowed to be his plaything!

He began to moan quietly and I knew he was close. I was knocking on the door too. The time came and I figured if we had any neighbors on either side, they already knew what we were doing in here. OH GOD, JIM! I'M CUMMING! I screamed like I'd never screamed for an orgasm before. CUM IN ME NOWWWWW!

I seized up tight around his cock and he started to grunt and flinch. His next thrust into me sent his man juices flowing into my pussy. He pumped and pumped until he was spent and then collapsed on top of me, knowing I'd let him stay there until limpness forced him out of me.

Being seduced and making love is great and all, I said, but what I really love is when you just fuck my brains out

We lay there kissing, caressing and making little doodles with our fingers in the glop that still coated both of us. So much for punishing me.

We knew the drill ever since that first time he pied me and then nailed me when he was a guest in my hotel where I worked so when we'd regained our strength, we took our first shower together. I love the feeling of my hair weighed down and matted with pie and slime, but it does feel good to wash it out eventually. I let Jim rip my fishnets and garter belt off in the shower because my clothes may as well be a total loss.

After that, we rolled up the plastic and put it in the garbage bags that Jim's accomplices had left here. We threw our ripped apart clothes in with them and took our second showers since we always ended up just as messy after cleaning up. Then since Jim had the only clothing of any kind left, he put on his pants he wore to dinner and took the bags out to the dumpster.

Once he was back in the room and his pants were off again, I was tempted to ask him if he wanted to streak across the parking lot and jump in the pool to go skinny dipping. But since we got to do that plenty at home and it was more fun to jump in with your clothes on and then strip off, (and I was afraid that the pool had a security camera and the night manager probably had her limits to what she'd put up with), I didn't. Instead we snuggled up together naked to sleep. Jim gave my ass a squeeze and a playful slap, much softer than when I was begging for it, and then spooned up behind me. He put his arm around me and got a good grip on my left tit and I fell asleep feeling like the luckiest woman in the world.

The next morning, since I had NOTHING to wear, Jim called in a to-go order to the Cracker Barrel down I-35E and brought it back. I made him take his clothes off to eat with me!

Checking out was another issue. This was a pay-in-full-up-front motel so we didn't have to stop at the office on the way out, but I still had to get home! Jim put the key cards down on the desk, grabbed his laptop and the empty (except for Mr. Chubby) overnight bag, which were the only possessions we had in the room, and headed for the door.

What about me? I exclaimed.

Well I planned to take you home too, he replied with a snicker.

LIKE THIS?

He was halfway out the door and stuck his head back in to say, That beach towel I sat on is in the car. You can wrap up in that. C'mon! He started out again.

Bring it back here! I pleaded.

He stuck his head back in again. Technically, you're still being punished until we get home. I think you should walk out to the car and get the towel yourself, he said, stifling laughter.

JIM! I shouted, but was trying to keep from giggling myself. I was TOTALLY naked. My shoes fell apart after the fountains and swimming pool so I was even barefoot. Punishment or no punishment, he's really lucky that 1) I'm always a good sport no matter how he tries to torment me, 2) I was still riding a submissive high from the night before and 3) like I've confessed to in other stories: I'm a closet exhibitionist too. I poked my head out the door to make sure that no one was obviously watching. The motel sat on an access road that paralleled I-35E, but I doubted that anyone speeding by was going to be able to tell that I had no clothes. If they did, who cares? It's not like a trucker from East Bumfry Idaho knows who I am anyway!

Jim was sitting in the Suburban laughing at me. I flipped him off, (with a grin to make sure he knew that I was joking) and snuck out the door. It locked behind me and it was all or nothing now. I half expected him to lock the door on me and I decided if he did, I was heading straight for the swimming pool. If I'm going to get caught outdoors naked, then I'm going to have fun!

He didn't lock the door and I was able to slip into the passenger side. The Suburban was tall enough that I probably could have slumped down and no one in a car would have been able to tell I was naked, but then there were the semis. Jim gave me the beach towel and I wrapped it tightly around me. The only thing between me and getting arrested was SpongeBob Squarepants.

I gave him a sideways glance with a sly grin that said, Oh just wait until I've got something on you! Then I got the uncontrollable giggles. Jim leaned over and we kissed before leaving the parking lot.

Only one trucker blew his horn at us during the trip. I was tempted to flash him, but I figured I was nearly out of one jam. No sense getting in another one. I love where we live and am always glad to come home, but I can honestly say that I have NEVER been gladder to see our house before!

Jim pulled into the drive and opened the garage door. My car and the Blazer were in there, so he had to park outside, but stopped further back than usual. Jim jumped out and said, Allow me. I should have known I was being set up. He walked around to the passenger side and opened the door to let me out. He shut it behind me, kissed me and just when he had me off guard that Yankee bastard swiped my towel and ran for the garage!

Chasing him, with no chance of catching him in my bare feet, I yelled, Jim! You said once we got home I wasn't being punished anymore!

I know, he yelled back. This is just me being an ass hole! Well I guess he's honest about it. At least where we live is secluded from the road and you can't see our driveway from Mom and Dad's house.

I chased him into the garage where he stopped and turned around. Bastard! I said and gave his arm a playful slug. He pulled me close and kissed me. Standing naked before my clothed husband with his hands caressing the small of my bare back, I felt stirrings that were incredibly feminine and a little (actually a lot) submissive (See Darcie Makes a Convert Part 3 for the call back). We didn't have to say anything. Jim swept me off my feet to our bedroom where he took full advantage of the fact that I was naked. Who needs clothes? They're so overrated!

Well guys and ladies, I have to say that that was the MOST fun I've ever had being punished in my life. Jim wasn't mad at me. He just wanted an excuse to dominate me (Duh! Like he needs one!). We had a ball! We met a potential customer and a potential new friend. And most importantly, I found out that getting a spanking covered in pie and slime IS a lot of fun!