Angry wives club - Kim's choice

The high-level windows, in the private office adjoining the courtroom, were tapestries of a sombre grey sky. The central heating was excessive, making the room stuffy rather than comfortably warm. Kim shifted in his chair, glanced across at his wife and hesitantly opened his mouth, "look�" he started.

"Shut up!" She hissed back, her teeth flashing feral white, before her mouth returned to its usual thin red gash. She agitatedly clicked the end of her Parker ball-point pen with her thumb, the point flicking out and back in like a tiny tongue. The noise was driving Kim mad, but he dared not speak again. Instead, he stared down at his hands.

The late February morning had not gone well. Fortunately it was a closed hearing with the press absent and the public gallery an empty silent witness, but Kim had still felt the humiliation of being in the dock. The judge was a shrewish woman, thin with pinched lips and a concrete frown that made dark buttons of her eyes. He knew she'd have little or no sympathy with his offence. In fact, the whole damn place was predominantly women, which added no end to his mounting anxiety. The charges had barely been read when suddenly the prosecuting counsel approached the judge and spoke in a low voice. Although he had been unable to hear her, Kim became uneasy. The judge looked his way, wilting him with a stony gaze. Finally, she banged her gavel and called for a recess. He groaned inwardly and was ushered into a side room smelling of furniture polish, where his wife was waiting.

Within minutes a woman wearing the robes of a barrister, but without the formal wig that accompanies the traditional court attire of a defending attorney, joined them. She took up position at the head of the table opposite. She removed her wire rimmed spectacles, blinked once or twice to clear her vision and said slowly, "it does look as though the case will go to full trial".

"Oh God." Kim's wife choked, and stared upwards, stemming tears.

"If there is anything� anything I could do�" Kim sputtered.

"You've bloody well done enough!" His wife spat back.

"Sara�" Kim began, almost as a whimper.

But his wife continued as though he hadn't spoken. "It'll be in the papers. We'll be ruined, economically and bloody socially. You stupid, stupid fool." She took a deep breath, opened her mouth for the next broadside, when the barrister quietly intervened."Mrs Millener, remonstration won't help." She said.

"For Christ's sake we offered her money." Sara Millener continued bitterly. "It wasn't as though she was faultless, dressed up to the nines, make-up plastered on like cheese on toast, and she's hardly a vestal virgin is she!"

"I'm afraid that's not the point." The lawyer replied. "Your husband admits to having sex with her and she is under age. It is a serious offence."

Kim burst out. "But I didn't realise she was under age. And I'd had a lot to drink. I hardly knew what I was doing, it all happened so quickly." A thin sheen of perspiration layered his forehead.

"Kim, zip it." His wife snapped irritably.

"I grant you, she's a little madam." The lawyer admitted. "But the law is on her side."

"But what the hell does she want?" Sara demanded. "I mean, sending Kim to prison isn't going to get her anywhere? After all, he's hardly a serial rapist is he. I'm just surprised he could damn well get it up. Quite an achievement for him." She finished spitefully.

The lawyer hesitated then said, "she has asked to speak with you both. With her mother and her counsel in attendance of course." Sara made to object but the lawyer raised her finger to silence her. "Admittedly, it's not usual at this late stage but if you were in agreement it might not do any harm to see what she has to say?"

"Oh, what the hell�" Sara shrugged indifferently.

The lawyer looked over at Kim who just nodded.

Vanessa Burnly was undoubtedly attractive in a glossy superficial sort of way, and certainly looked older than her fifteen years. She smirked at Kim when she walked in and, even now, her whole appearance parodied her age. She wore a white Angora sweater which would have guaranteed modesty on most teenagers, yet only emphasised her matured breasts. She had on a short black skirt with dark hose, and her legs could have prided a model. Her mother was an indignant older clone with the same flashing dark eyes and upturned nose, though dressed more formally in a tan trouser suit, and nectarine silk scarf.

Kim guessed their lawyer was in her mid forties. Her fair short cropped hair and fine Dresden bone features made her look almost fragile. Except that her eyes were cobalt blue and pierced to the soul.

Kim's lawyer opened the dialogue. "Well then Vanessa, what have you to say?"

"He raped me." She accused defiantly.

"That's a bloody lie�" Kim almost rose out of his chair but his lawyer put a restraining hand on his arm. "You came on to me. You know that." He ended lamely.

"It's of no consequence." Vanessa's lawyer dismissed Kim's words with a sigh. "It's still sex with an under age person and therefore illegal."

That took the steam from Kim's anger and he slumped back in his chair. "What do you want?" He muttered.

Vanessa sniffed and looked around the room. "I want to see that he doesn't rape anyone else�" Kim grimaced, and made a minute shake of his head.

"What exactly do you mean?" Sara asked suspiciously.

Vanessa's lawyer narrowed her eyes and said, "We've a proposition."

Kim frowned. "What sort of proposition?"

"Therapy." Vanessa spoke up.

"What do you mean�. therapy?" Sara said contemptuously. "You mean counselling and that sort of rubbish?"

"Nah, not that crap. I mean proper like."

"Get to the point." Sara was beginning to lose patience.

"I want him doctored." Vanessa snapped defiantly.

"Vanessa!" Her mother exclaimed.

"What?" Sara looked open mouthed. Elsewhere in the room there was an intake of breath. Kim's heart thudded.

"I want his balls cut off. I want him castrated. Do I have to paint you a picture?"

"Good Lord. I'm afraid that's out of the question." Kim's lawyer blinked through her glasses and started to gather up her paperwork as though the meeting was over.

"Wait a minute." Sara said.

"Sara�?" Kim looked at her.

His wife swung around to him angrily. "Listen, you pervert. It was you who screwed a fifteen year old. What do you think I feel about you fucking another woman, let alone a fifteen year old. Give me a knife and I'd probably do it myself!" She lowered her voice. "Do you know what a trial would do to us as a family? Do you think I want my friends to look at us and know where you've been dipping your fucking dick? What does it make me look like?"

Kim flinched at the vicious tirade. His wife never used bad language - ever. Well extremely rarely anyway, and certainly not repetitively. It sounded worse, more emphatic when delivered with her Bloomsbury accent. He'd never seen her so angry.

"The law does not allow men to be castrated as a punishment." Kim's lawyer said, a trifle sanctimoniously.

"Bollocks to the law!" Vanessa smirked. "It's therapy. And I know where we could get him done."

"And?" Sara said, her eyes narrowing.

"And I'd drop all charges." Vanessa replied.

"All charges?" Sara pressed.

"This is ridiculous!" Kim's lawyer snapped, but her voice lacked conviction and she slowly returned her papers to the table.

"Yeah, all charges. Lop his balls and you'll never hear from me again."

"Vanessa, don't be so crude." Her mother admonished, her voice dripping with self-righteous insincerity.

There was an expectant hush around the room. Kim stared at each of the women in turn in open astonishment. This had to be some sort of joke. A wind up. They were teasing him, mentally punishing him in some perverse way.

"Alright." Sara decided. "It's a deal."

"For Christ's sake�" Kim started.

"Shut up!" Sara snapped contemptuously. "Do you think I ever want to have sex with you again?"

Vanessa's lawyer raised an eyebrow. "Well, it would resolve things without a lot of grubby washing going onto the line."

"Ok, how would we go about it?" Sara asked.

Vanessa replied quickly. "I know this woman, her name's Winterson, Daphne Winterson, or something like that. She runs a clinic that specialises in this sort of thing."

"No." Kim insisted, his stomach tightening.

"So, you'd prefer jail would you?" His wife said sarcastically. "Come on Kim, it's your choice?" She persisted.

The whole room waited, frozen. The women gave him a collective feline stare. He swallowed and said nothing. Sara eventually spoke, "I'll take that as consent". She said evenly.

He looked away.

"I know about Winterson." Vanessa's mother said. "She's very discreet, and anyway it's virtually a minor operation."

"Yeah, he'd be in and out in a weekend." Vanessa added enthusiastically. "Then no more of the dirty old man for him. No more little girls."

"Is it expensive?" Sara asked, not that it was a consideration.

"Nah, hardly more than a vasectomy." Vanessa said.

There was a lengthening silence and Kim could see that all the women in the room were in favour. Even his own lawyer was nodding slowly. Vanessa sat opposite him and he had a tantalising peek of white upper thigh above her stocking top. Even now she mocked him.

"Alright, I'll book him in" Sara agreed, not looking at Kim. "Have you the address?"

"I can give it to you." Vanessa's mother said.

"I want to see that he's been done." Vanessa snapped. "Proof like."

"I don't think that would be a problem, would it?" Vanessa's lawyer asked Sara.

"Not at all. She can visit after the op and inspect him." Sara stood up to leave, indicating her head to Kim to follow. After he was neutered he'd be used to obeying her instructions.

At the clinic Kim lay on crisp white sheets in a private room. The nurse had just finished shaving his pubic area and he rather liked the cool air about his genitals. To his horror the door suddenly opened and a doctor entered with a group of student trainee nurses trailing. They looked to him like a gaggle of schoolgirls. He moved to pull the sheet over him when she raised her hand to halt him. "It's all right Kim, we won't be a moment, just a training session." He swallowed and lay still.

"Kim is here for an bi-lateral orchiectomy." The doctor said, explaining as one student nurse raised her eyebrows. "That is, castration." He saw their interest quicken, and they stared at him in fascination.

Fantasies of nubile nurses in black stockings and suspender belts that had tormented Kim's teen years returned and, to his horror, he felt his penis start to harden. It was hardly something you could fail to notice and several of the nurses made a poor show of smothering their amusement.

"Both testicles?" A tall redhead asked. "Isn't that unusual?"

"Yes it is." The doctor replied. "It's a health issue."

'That's right', Kim thought miserably, 'if I don't my wife will kill me!'

"I think it's time to leave." The doctor said nodding towards the door, as his erection reached its pinnacle.

"I, I'm sorry�" He mumbled.

The nurses filed out and, as the doctor left, she turned and said quietly with an impish grin, "that's all right Kim, you'll shortly not have to worry about such embarrassments."

With their departure he quickly seized his organ and began to gently stroke himself. He closed his eyes.

"What have we here?"

His eyes blinked open and he reddened.

The nurse coming into the room had a rather severe face with chiselled features and her bearing seemed to indicate that nursing was not her natural profession.

"I�. I couldn't help it�" Kim stuttered, releasing himself.

She sat on the edge of his bed and he heard her nylons rustle as she crossed her shapely legs. He imagined his hand sliding up the side of her thigh and with that thought, any hope of deflating his erection was lost.

"Now, what can we do about this?" She pouted to his erection.

Kim shook his head. "It'll go down in a minute." He prophesised lamely.

"When my boyfriend has this problem I can do one of two things." She said and took his testicles in her hand. "I can give these a little squeeze." And to emphasise her point she fractionally tightened her grip and Kim winced. "Or I can do this." Her cool fingers circled his shaft and Kim's heart thudded. "It depends on how good he's been to me." She slowly started to massage his organ, adding pressure with each upstroke taking it off on the down. Kim groaned in ecstasy.

"You'd be absolutely amazed at what he promises me when I do this." She continued. "Putty in my hand so to speak."

Time ceased to have meaning. He closed his eyes and detected the faint aroma of mimosa and Camay soap. "Open your legs." She ordered softly and Kim complied. His total surrender seemed to satisfy her. He began to breathe heavily as the accelerating pace of her hand orchestrated his rising climax. His breath became fast urgent gasps. "Oh God." He wailed and simultaneously ejaculated, sucking in air like a drowning sailor. Smiling she released him and stood up. "I think you can clean yourself up don't you?" She grinned down at him.

"Oh God, that was wonderful� Thank you." Kim murmured, again and again.

"My good turn for the day." She said, moving towards the door, then turning back and reminding him mischievously. "Let's say it was the condemned man's last meal�"

The room fell into silence as she left.

The operation was carried out as a matter of routine. He lay with his feet in stirrups, his legs open. He'd been given a local anaesthetic and he wasn't surprised when the surgeon turned out to be female as well. Somehow he'd guessed that would be the case. Her green eyes were warm, almost laughing, as she stared down at him over her white surgical mask. The medical team discussed their plans for the weekend, shopping, TV programmes and largely ignored him as though it was merely a tooth filling at the dentist. Finally, he heard the click as the surgeon replaced the scalpel on the instrument tray.

"There, that wasn't so bad was it? Just a couple of stitches now." She stepped back to let the nurse take over. "You may experience a little discomfort for a few days Kim, but that's normal and will soon wear off." She began to peel off her surgical gloves and he lost sight of her as the nurse started to insert the sutures. He felt slightly faint at the thought that he was now a eunuch, a mere gelding.

For the first few days Sara was almost sympathetic. She fussed over him for a while, emitting some curiosity as to whether his sex drive had diminished. It had. She seemed more assertive, and he found himself more becoming compliant. Kim's world had subtly changed, forever.

"Of course, " She started one morning over breakfast. "Just because you're a neuter now doesn't mean that I'm going to give up sex." She blew on her freshly painted aquamarine nails as Kim looked up at her, startled.

"Oh don't worry, I'll be discrete." She gave him a smile that she thought was reassuring, but he thought patronising. "If I do need to come back here then I'll tell you and you can go out, to the pictures or the pub. Ah, sorry, I forgot you don't drink so much now do you." She sniffed, rising. "Well, have a tonic water or something."

About six weeks after the operation he heard the doorbell chime Sara shot him a knowing look and directed him into the bedroom. 'Oh God', he thought, 'not one of her men friends?' But the sound of female voices told him that wasn't the case.

She came into the bedroom, told him to undress and to put on his bathrobe. Kim did so without question.

A few minutes later she reappeared and gestured with her head for him to follow her. He did so, wrapping his maroon towel robe around him. He stopped abruptly as he entered the lounge. Vanessa, her mother and their lawyer were waiting for him. Vanessa had a sly smile, the tip of her pink tongue flicked across her maroon lips and he was reminded of the pen in the court side-room. She again wore her short dark skirt, and fine denier stockings as usual made the most of her shapely legs. Her arms were folded across her chest and her head was tilted expectantly to one side.

"Open the robe Kim". His wife instructed sharply.

He swallowed, dropped his head, and flicked the robe from his shoulders, allowing it to fall to the ground and leave him standing naked in front of the fascinated trio. Nerves had contributed to an insignificant penis, which had retreated to the size of a small acorn. It stuck out ignominiously from his cleanly shaven crotch. His scrotum had noticeably shrunk.

The whole group stared at him.

"Not so cocky now are ya!" Vanessa sneered, her face a picture of delight. Kim burned red as she reached down and flicked the end of his wizened member with her finger.

Sara said, almost matter of fact. "As you can see, my husband has been well and truly castrated."

The lawyer leaned forward slightly to get a better view. "I think we're quite satisfied with that." She said. "Vanessa?"

"Yeah, great."

"You can return to the bedroom now Kim dear." Sara said dismissing him with a wave of her hand. He obediently picked up his robe and departed without a word.

"He's very well behaved." Venessa's mother observed with a wry smile.

"Oh yes," said Sara nodding. "He's quite obedient. You know, I think he rather likes it. Does anything a woman asks now. Sometimes when I have a dinner party with the girls, he serves the table and I let it drop that he's been neutered. Like my pet Tom cat. You'd be surprised how well it goes down."

There was a murmur of amusement.

Now young lady, are you content now?" Sara asked Vanessa.

"Yeah. Well we didn't force him did we." She shrugged, turning to leave.

"Oh no." Sara agreed, "it was Kim's choice. His choice from the start."

Kim could hear the titters of laughter from his bedroom as the visitors said their goodbyes. He sighed - it was time to prepare the evening meal for Sara. Then he'd vacuum the lounge.

End.