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Author's note: As with any body switch stories, it may be
confusing keeping track of who is who. This story is no
different. Just keep with it and I hope you enjoy it...
Getting What They Deserve
By Mister Double-U
"John and I have been married for 5 years." Susan McBride
said. "We had a wonderful life together. He had a good job
with as a VP with a computer firm and I was a stay at home
wife. We were also talking about having children and
starting a family. Things couldn't have been better."
"Then what happened?" The social worker asked.
It was a large, spacious office overlooking the busy main
street in town. She sat behind a mahogany desk. A large
gold nameplate with Nina Brent written on it sat in the
front of the desk. She leaned forwards as Susan continued.
"Well, about a year and a half ago, John's company declared
bankruptcy and did massive layoffs. John's job was split in
two and given to lower level employees. He was let go. He
tried to find a new job, but either no one would hire him
or the job wasn't what he wanted." She wiped her eyes. "I
told him to take any job, just to have something coming
into the house. But John was determined to find the right
job at the right salary."
"John became increasingly depressed. I cut down my spending
as much as I possibly could. Then John started drinking
heavily. His personality changed. He became easily
irritated. He would scream at me for no reason and even
began hitting me." She began to cry uncontrollably. The
social worker gave her some tissues. "I found it more and
more difficult to keep things together. John would go out
drinking with his buddies, come home and attack me."
"Sexually?" She asked. Susan nodded.
"The times I resisted, he beat me. Now he hits me for no
reason. If dinner isn't ready, he hits me. If his baseball
team loses, he hits me. I can't take it anymore." Susan put
her head in her hands.
"You could leave him." She said.
"No, I can't. I have no money." Susan replied. "What would
I do? Besides, I still love him."
"What about the police? Didn't they help?"
"The first few times, yes. But after that, the threat of
calling the police would just make him more mad." Susan
replied.
"Tell me what you want to happen."
"I... I want it to be like it was before." She said. "I
want him to know what he's doing to me and to know how it
feels. How much it hurts me." She cried again.
Nina reached into her desk and pulled out a large ring. She
handed it to Susan.
"Wear this on your finger. I promise you that next time he
hits you, he will know exactly what you're feeling." She
said.
Susan took it and placed it on her finger. It was a large
gold ring with a strange colored stone on the top. It was
green but not emerald green. It had a reddish tint to it.
She looked at it.
"Are you sure?" Susan asked.
"I promise." She replied. Susan got up and hugged her. She
then left the office and drove back to the house.
Susan went home feeling better than she had in months. Even
if this didn't work, it was nice to talk to someone about
what was going on. She looked at the clock on the wall.
"Oh Shit! 4:30 already?" She said.
She took a large pot out of the cabinet and boiled some
water. She threw in some pasta. Then she ran over to the
fridge and took out the Spaghetti sauce and placed it in
another pot on the stove. It just started to boil when John
walked in the door. He was drunk again.
He slammed the door. "Where's my dinner, woman?" he took a
drink out of the bottle he was holding. John walked to the
kitchen and saw the pots on the stove. He growled.
"I'm sorry honey. I had somewhere to..." Susan tried to
say. John interrupted her.
"I'm sorry honey. I'm sorry honey." He said, mocking her.
"That's all I ever hear out of you." He walked in closer to
her. She backed away until she was against the sink. John
was almost in her face now.
"I'll bet you were out shopping with the girls again." He
took another drink. "Right?"
"No, honey. Not at all." She replied.
"FAH!" He yelled.
John turned to the pot full of sauce and dumped it on the
counter top. Susan shook against the sink. John smiled,
then picked up the large pot and threw it in her direction.
It crashed through the window, sending glass and water
everywhere.
"When I come home at night," He yelled. "I expect dinner to
be DONE!" He was right in her face again. "Do you
understand me? Not cooking on the stove, but on a plate
ready to be eaten. Why is that so difficult for you to
understand?" John placed his hands roughly on Susan's
shoulders. The ring on her finger started to glow.
"What the hell is this thing?" he screamed. He slapped her.
She fell to the floor. He knelt down beside her and held
the finger with the ring in his hands. "Spending our hard
earned cash on this kind of shit?" He yelled. John slapped
her a few times with his free hand.
"Stop! Please stop!" She cried.
The ring glowed stronger and suddenly a bright white light
engulfed the two of them. A moment later, they returned.
Susan blinked her eyes and saw herself lying on the floor
in front of her.
"What just happened?" she said. The voice came out of
John's body.
"How come I'm up there?" John asked. His voice came out of
Susan's body.
"Incredible." Susan replied. "Ms. Brent told me that you
would know exactly how I feel next time you hit me." She
glared down at him. "And she was right." Susan brought her
hand back and slapped John hard across the face.
"We switched bodies." Susan continued. She slapped him
again. His head hit hard against the kitchen floor. She
grabbed him by the long hair and lifted him up.
"Ow! Stop it, bitch!" he screamed. It sounded funny coming
out of Susan's mouth.
"Oh, I'm not close to stopping." She said, smiling. She
dragged him by the long hair up to their bedroom. She threw
him on the bed, and undid her belt.
"You better leave me alone!" he yelled. She pushed him back
on the bed.
"Shut up, John!" she yelled. "You deserve this for what you
put me through these past months."
He took the belt and began beating her all about the legs.
He squirmed, trying to get away and she slapped him in the
ass with the belt. She grabbed his legs and pulled him down
to the edge of the bed and removed her clothes.
"Wait a minute. What do you think you're doing?" John
yelled.
She kept taking off her clothes, then reached over and
ripped off the skirt and top that he was wearing. He was
lying there, naked except for his bra. He was covered in
sweat. Susan threw John's legs up in the air, holding them
there with one hand. With the other hand, she removed her
pants and underwear. Her dick was rock hard.
"Stop! No!" He yelled. She smiled and rammed her hard cock
into his pussy.
"Oh, yeah!" she said. "Now I know why you like fucking me
so much." She rammed her cock in and out of his pussy
faster and faster.
"Shit! Stop! Damn it, you bitch!" he yelled. She slapped
him hard in the face.
"Shut the fuck up and enjoy it!" she replied. "Isn't that
what you always say to me?"
Susan loved the way her dick felt, fucking her husband in
his hot little pussy. The sweat was pouring off her face as
she kept fucking him. All he did was scream.
"No No No No No!!!" he yelled. She kept slapping him over
and over again. It felt so good.
"I'm gonna cum!!" she yelled.
She pulled her cock out and let the cum squirt all over his
face and tits. She couldn't believe how much there was in
there. It was incredible. John turned her head to avoid it
but it was no use. When Susan was finished, she got up off
him and smiled.
"Now you know what I go through." She yelled. "Want some
more, asshole?!"
She slapped him hard in the face and punched him in the
stomach a few times. He felt sick. Not only was he now his
wife, but she was beating up on him. He raised his hands to
his face to block the blows. He didn't dare fight back.
"Stop!" he yelled. Tears were running down his face mixing
with the sticky mess. "I'll never hit you again. I
promise."
They heard a loud crash and then the sound of footsteps
coming up the stairs. They turned and saw 3 police officers
standing in the doorway of the bedroom. The cops saw the
scene in the bedroom and ran into the room. One grabbed
John off the bed and handed her a towel. The other two each
grabbed one of Susan's arms and held him.
"Are you all right, Miss?" One of the officers asked.
"Yes. I think so." He replied. The officer stood up and
walked over to Susan.
"All right, scumbag. Put your pants on and let's go."
Susan struggled against the officers' grasps. "You don't
understand." She said.
The officer hit her with a nightstick. She fell to her
knees. The officer lifted her head up under the chin.
"I understand plenty, buster." He said, spitting each word.
"Any man who does this kind of physical abuse to his
wife..." He stopped. "I can't even think about what I'd
like to do to you." The two officers let go of their grip.
"Now, pull your pants up and let's get going."
Susan reluctantly stood up and pulled the pants and
underwear back up. The officer took out a pair of handcuffs
and put them on her. John ran over to them.
"Wait. Please don't take her... uh, him away." He said. The
officer turned to face him. He led her back to the bed.
They sat down.
"I'm sorry, Miss, but when we witness a blatant case of
spousal abuse, we have to make an arrest." The officer
turned John's head, checking out the bruises. "Put some new
clothes on and we'll take you to the hospital to be checked
out."
He turned to see the two officers taking her away. He
sniffed and went to the closet. He found a pair of Susan's
old jeans and a T-shirt and followed the other officer
downstairs.
He was driven to the hospital and checked out by one of the
ER doctors. He had multiple bruises to the face, legs and
ass. Plus a few broken ribs. He wanted to keep him for
observation, but he refused.
"I have to go find my husband." He said, surprised that he
actually said 'husband'.
"I'll have an officer take you there, Miss." The doctor
replied.
He wrote up his report and gave it to the officer seated
outside. They walked over to the police station. The two of
them walked into a large courtroom. Susan was seated on a
hard bench in a yellow 'prisoner' shirt. She was brought in
front of the judge. A bailiff gave the judge a folder. She
opened it and flipped through the papers, shaking her head.
"Disgraceful!" the judge said. "Absolutely disgraceful! How
anyone let this go on for so long is beyond me." She took
out a sheet of paper and read from it.
"Domestic Violence, 3 arrests in 2001. Aggravated Assault,
2 arrests in 2001, no convictions. Domestic Violence again,
6 arrests in 2002." She put the paper down. "It's amazing
to me that you're not in jail."
"Your Honor, I can explain." Susan said. "It's a major
misunderstanding."
The judge stopped her. "I don't believe that for a minute.
The mere fact that you continually strike her after so many
arrests proves that you should not be permitted anywhere
near your wife."
John jumped up from the back of the courtroom. "Your Honor,
Please don't do this! I promise that it'll never happen
again."
The judge shook her head. "And that's the tragedy of it.
The fact that she still loves you." She sighed. "There is
no doubt in my mind that you need to be taught a lesson."
She picked up the gavel. "Bail is set at $10,000. Take him
away." She slammed it down on the desk. John screamed from
the back.
He ran from the back of the courtroom and approached the
judge. "Your Honor, please don't do this to him. I don't
have the money to bail him out."
"Then I hope he enjoys his time in jail." She replied.
The two officers took Susan away and threw her in the cell.
"Have fun, Wife Beater!" the officer said loudly as he
closed the cell door. There were 6 people in the cell,
including Susan. One of them walked over to her.
"So, you like to beat your wife, huh?" he said with a thick
Puerto Rican accent.
"Huh?" she replied. "Oh no." she tried laughing it off. "We
just had a misunderstanding." Two other men walked over
behind the first one.
"Well, how 'bout if I beat you?" he said.
Susan's face dropped. The man brought his hand back and
slugged Susan in the face. She hit the floor with a thud.
The man rolled her over and pulled down her pants. The
other two men walked over and grabbed her wrists. The first
man pulled down her underwear and shoved a finger into her
waiting ass.
"Ooo! Nice and tight. I'm going to enjoy fucking you,
bitch." The man said. "Hold him steady, boys."
The two men grabbed the wrists and pulled Susan's arms. The
man spread the ass cheeks and quickly put his hard cock
into his ass. She thought that he would tear her apart. He
pumped furiously in and out of her ass. She struggled but
she was being held tight.
"Oh, yeah. I love it when they fight." The man said,
laughing.
Quickly, the man came. Susan felt the hot cum fill her ass.
She wanted to throw up. The two men let go of her wrist and
she started to cry.
"Aw! We upset her." He said, laughing again. "Get used to
it. You're Chino's bitch now." He leaned in close to her
face. "Bitch!" he said.
The three men walked away and Susan curled up in a corner
and cried.
***
John was dropped off in front of the apartment building by
the police officer. He was a wreck.
"Are you going to be all right?" the officer asked. He
shook his head.
"Probably not." He said.
The officer put his hand on his shoulder. "You may not
think this now, but believe me, you're better off without
him. He's a piece of trash."
John got out of the car and walked into the building. He
was sure that people were staring at him as he walked up
the stairs. He walked in and there was a message waiting on
the answering machine.
"Hello." The message said. "This is Nina Brent, Susan's
social worker. She and I have been talking for sometime. I
promised that you'd know how Susan felt. Call me. 555-
8862."
He picked up the phone and dialed the number. She answered
immediately.
"Nina Brent." She said.
"This is John McBride, Nina."
"Ah, John." She answered smugly. "I see everything worked
properly."
"Don't get smug with me, woman." John yelled. "You fix
whatever it is you did or I'll..."
"I see you haven't learned anything." She said, sternly.
"Call me back when you can act in a more adult manner." She
hung up.
"Shit!" he said. He recomposed himself. "First thing I have
to do is raise the money to get Susan out of jail." John
said to no one in particular. He opened up the phone book
to Bail Bonds. He found a few numbers and dialed them.
After 5 companies turned him down, he slammed down the
phone in defeat.
A moment later, he smiled. "Got it!" he said and picked up
the phone again. He dialed a number and waited for someone
to answer.
"Bank Street Tavern." The voice said.
"Tony! Hi it's John..." He stopped. "John's wife, Susan."
He said. "Remember me?"
"I sure do honey." He said. "What can I do for you?"
"I need to ask a favor. John's been arrested and I need
some money to bail him out."
Tony sighed. "He's been beating you up again?"
"Uh huh." John replied, embarrassed.
There was a moment of silence. "How much?"
"Ten Grand." He said. "I promise that we'll pay it back as
soon as we can." He was pleading now.
"Yeah. Whatever." Tony replied. "Come by in an hour and
we'll talk about it."
"Thanks Tony!" he said. "You won't regret this."
He hung up the phone and walked over to the mirror. He
looked like shit. He was wearing one of her old T-shirts
with a pair of jeans with rips in the knees. His long brown
hair was all tangled and tattered. John sighed and tried to
figure out what to do. He took off his clothes and got into
the shower. The hot water felt so good against his skin. He
stuck his head under the water and ran his finger through
his hair. He grabbed a bottle of shampoo and lathered it
into his long hair. He rinsed it out and began washing his
body. As he ran the soap across his chest and stomach, he
could feel the spots where he had beaten Susan. The ribs
were tender and bruised; the stomach was sore; the arms
were all beaten up. John slowly finished washing himself
off and lost in thought about the horrible things that he'd
done to her. He put the soap down and slid down the side of
the shower. He sat there, the hot water beating against his
hair causing remnants of shampoo to pour down his face. He
couldn't help but think about how she must have felt. The
pain he caused her. The hurt she went through. John found
himself overcome by emotion. He started crying
uncontrollably.
"Oh Susan!" he said. "I'm so so sorry."
It took a few moments for John to regain his composure
enough to get off the shower floor. He stood up and washed
the rest of the soap from her body. He turned off the water
and dried himself off with the towel. He looked in the
mirror. Better, he thought. He walked back to the bedroom
and looked through the closet. He found a white top and a
pair of shorts. He put them and looked in the mirror. His
breasts drooped.
"Guess I need to find a bra." He said, smiling.
He went to the drawer and found one of Susan's bras. He
found it incredibly difficult to hook the thing from
behind, so he took it off and hooked it, then turned it
around. He moved his breasts so that the nipples were both
facing the same way; the same thing Susan did every
morning. He put the shirt back on and a pair of sneakers
and headed out the door to see Tony.
Tony's place was a small, smoky bar on the other side of
town. John would usually go there and meet some of the guys
for beers before heading home. He opened the door and
walked in. The place was pretty crowded. Half a dozen
people sat watching the baseball game on TV and the others
in the bar watched the exotic dancers on the small stage
behind the bar. John smiled to himself. He would love to
stay and watch, but he had more important things to do.
Behind the bar, Ed was cleaning glasses and pouring drinks.
John walked up to the bar.
"Is Tony here?" he asked.
He looked John up and down. "He's in the back." Ed replied
in his gruff, scratchy voice. John thanked him and headed
for Tony's back room. He got to the door and knocked.
"Come in." Tony said. John pushed the door open and stood
in front of Tony's small desk. "Hi Susan." He said,
standing up. "Please, sit down."
John closed the door behind him and sat in the small chair
in front of his desk. Tony sat back down.
"I really appreciate you helping me this way." John said.
"I don't want John to rot in jail."
"Uh huh." Tony replied. He leaned forward. "You know, your
husband all ready owes me a lot of money."
"Uh, no. I didn't know that." John replied, playing dumb.
John did know that. His tab to Tony for gambling and other
debts was close to Five Grand.
"Well, along with this money I'm loaning you, it's almost
$15,000."
"Oh." John replied, again playing dumb.
"I need something to insure I'll be repaid." Tony said,
looking closely at her body. He walked around to the other
side of the desk. "I'll make you a deal. I'll forget about
the original Five Grand and only charge you a nominal
interest for this ten thousand, if you let me have my way
with you."
John blushed. "I don't think I can do that, Tony." He
replied. Tony frowned.
"Okay, Susan. No problem. I understand." Tony replied
walking back to the other side of the desk. "I'll give you
the ten thousand once I get repayment of the original
five." He sat down. "What do you say now?"
John sat back in the chair. "I don't have any way to pay on
original five thousand. I can give you a couple of hundred
now and then the rest over the next few weeks..."
Tony stopped him. "Sorry sweetheart. Not good enough." He
started looking over papers on his desk.
John sighed and stood up. "Fine Tony." He said, removing
his top. "You win."
"I always do." He replied, smiling. "I want you to change
into something a bit more... sexy." He said. Tony pressed
a button on his desk. "Send Flame in here."
A beautiful girl with fire-red hair entered the room. She
wore a bikini top with tassels on them and a thong panty.
Tony continued. "Take this girl to the back room and give
her something more interesting to wear." He laughed. She
sighed and took John's arm.
"Come on honey." She said, smacking her gum.
They walked to the back room, past a series of doors to a
small room labeled 'Dressing Room'. They walked in and John
saw rows and rows of costumes for the dancers. Flame walked
over to the rack and pulled out a few outfits.
"Try these on." She said, throwing them at John.
He walked behind a small curtain and got undressed. There
were four outfits that he tried; A sailor suit (a small
white jacket with insignia on the shoulders and a thong
panty all in white), A genie outfit (in purple, complete
with a Vail), French Maid's uniform and a schoolgirl outfit
(short white top, tied at the top, with a plaid skirt and
knee socks). They decided on the schoolgirl outfit.
Flame took John over to a mirror and sat him down in a
chair. She proceeded to place his hair in little pigtails
and fix his makeup. She gave him light eye shadow and pink
shimmer lipstick and a little bit of blush. The final touch
was a large lollypop, which she told John to suck on when
she went into the room. John looked in the mirror. He
couldn't believe that Susan could look that hot.
"Let's go." Flame said, picking John up off the chair. They
walked back to the office and she knocked on the door.
"Yeah?" Tony said. Flame opened the door and pushed John
inside.
"You like?" she asked. Tony looked John up and down,
licking his lips.
"Oh yeah." He replied. She closed the door, disinterested,
and walked back down the hall. Tony walked over to John and
looked at him again. "Oh baby. You are so sweet."
He leaned in close and kissed John full on the lips. His
tongue darted in and out of John's mouth. John thought he
was going to throw up. Tony stopped kissing and untied the
little shirt. John's breasts leapt out. Tony grabbed one
and squeezed them hard. Shots of pain ran through his body.
Tony tweaked and pulled at the nipples and bit one hard
enough to make John bleed. Tony lapped up the blood
excitedly, like a cat getting juice from a tuna can. He
reached down and lifted the skirt off John's body, then ran
his hand roughly over his exposed pussy.
"Oh yeah." Tony repeated. "You've been a bad little
schoolgirl, haven't you Susan?" he asked. He ran his hands
all over John's exposed body. "A very bad girl." He said.
He grabbed John's ass and squeezed sending more pain
through his body. He slapped it hard and finally threw him
down on the couch. John stood there, a sick feeling coming
over him, as Tony removed his pants and underwear. His cock
was hard and wet. He walked over to John, putting it right
in his face.
"Suck it, you bad girl." He said. John gasped.
"Uh, I don't think..." John replied. Tony slapped him,
hard.
"I said SUCK IT!" he yelled. John opened his mouth and Tony
shoved his cock into it as far as it would go. John thought
he would choke. Tony quickly shoved it in and out.
"Come on, bitch! Wrap your lips around it tight." He
yelled.
John closed his lips tighter around Tony's cock. He could
feel the rough skin and strands of hair as it went in and
out of his mouth.
"Oh yeah. That's it!" He yelled.
John was having trouble breathing. He tried taking breaths
when Tony was out of his mouth, but he came back in too
quickly. After a few more minutes, John popped his cock out
of his mouth and tried to catch his breath.
"Wait a minute." John said, huffing and puffing. "Give me a
minute to relax."
Tony rolled John on his back on the couch. "No way, baby.
I'm just getting warmed up."
He took his wet cock and shoved it hard into John's waiting
pussy. Tony was larger than John was when he was himself.
He really thought that he was going to die. The pain ripped
through his body. He tried to scream, but Tony slapped him
hard.
"Shut up!" he yelled.
Tony pumped harder and faster. The pain that John felt
became uncomfortable, then changed to enjoyment. He was
feeling an incredible sensation running through his body as
Tony continued. Waves of pleasure rippled down his legs and
up his torso. John reached out and grabbed his breasts,
playing with the nipples.
"Oh Yes!! Yes!! Yes!!" John yelled.
Tony smiled. "Tell me, little girl. Who's your Daddy?"
"You are, Daddy." John replied.
"You love it when Daddy fucks you, don't you?" he said.
"Oh yes!"
"You love it when Daddy puts his hot cock in your tight
little pussy."
"Yes, Daddy. I love it. More! Please more!"
Tony tensed and shot a load of cum into John's pussy. The
feeling increased John's sensations and he screamed even
louder. Tony collapsed in a heap on John's stomach. John
lay there, feeling wave after wave of excitement coursing
through his body. Tony got up and pulled up his pants. He
walked over and unlocked the safe. He took out an envelope
and tossed it on John's stomach.
"There it is." Tony said, still out of breath. "Ten
Thousand Dollars. I expect full payment in 30 days with 15%
interest.
John got off the couch and put the top back on. "That's
fine, Tony."
"And let's keep this little incident between the two of us,
okay?"
"Oh, you can be sure of that." John replied. He walked back
to the dressing room, found Susan's clothes and put them
back on.
John took the money and ran down to the police station. He
posted bail for Susan. As she walked down the hall to meet
John, she began to cry. He cried too. They embraced and
kissed passionately.
"I'm so sorry." John said. "I never meant to hurt you. I'm
truly sorry."
"That's okay." Susan replied. Her eyes were full of tears.
"Let's get to Ms. Brent's office."
John hailed a taxi and took them to Nina's office. They ran
into the building and into the elevator. They got off and
went into her office. She was still sitting there, behind
the desk shuffling through some papers.
"Ah, John and Susan McBride." She said, without looking up.
"Have we all learned our lessons?"
"I have." John said, kissing Susan passionately. Nina
looked up and smiled.
"I'm so glad." She said.
"How do we change back to ourselves?" Susan asked.
Nina got up and walked around her desk. She took the ring
off John's finger and held it out.
"Hold on to this with both hands." She said.
They both grabbed it. The white light enveloped them again.
Nina covered her eyes with her hands. A moment later, the
light faded and John and Susan opened their eyes.
"I t worked!" Susan yelled. She kissed John again, then
turned to Nina. "Thank you so much!" she yelled, hugging
her.
"It was my pleasure." She said, shaking John's hand. "And
if I ever see you two in here again, I'll REALLY teach you
a lesson." She smiled and took the ring from them.
They walked out the door and Nina put it in her desk
drawer.
"Another satisfied customer." She said.
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