by Ty Marton
“As you wish…” Michael said.
SLAM!
With a sudden thrust of his shoulder, Michael threw the door open straight into his tormentor, catching the man off guard and knocking him to the ground. In a flash, Michael leapt from his seat, landing on top of him, pinning him, and wrapping his hands around his throat.
“You want me to obey?” Michael snarled. “You want me to follow your rules?”
The man hacked and hissed for breath – Michael only squeezed tighter, relentless.
“Why the hell would I do anything you say?” Michael shouted in a fury. “You destroyed my marriage, my life!”
“No, Michael. That was your doing.”
He turned, finding Roberta standing behind him, clutching her purse.
With surprising speed, she drew out a small black object, bringing it against Michael’s side before he could react.
Michael had no idea what hit him. In an instant, he found himself keeled over on the pavement beside the cop, incredible pain searing and seizing through his body.
Had Roberta… tazed him?
He lay on the ground, confused and helpless, his body immobilized, his muscles failing him.
“Cuff him,” Roberta ordered. The cop, still coughing for air, slowly rose to his knees, pulling out a pair of handcuffs and locking Michael’s wrists behind his back. Rising to his feet, the cop took Michael by the arms, dragging him back into the dark alley, out of sight, around to the front of the cruiser. With a natural, domineering strength, he lifted Michael to his feet, then bent him down on his stomach over the hood of the car.
Michael’s eyes as he glanced through the windshield, finding a passenger in the backseat.
Maggie.
“I told you she wouldn’t get far,” Roberta said, opening the door and beckoning her daughter out.
“Come dear,” she said, gently taking her by the arm and giving her a reassuring pat on the shoulder. “Everything will be fine, you’ll see.”
Maggie could only watch, stunned, as the officer pulled a strip of duct tape over Michael’s mouth. Their eyes met – hers filled with confusion, his filled with shame.
“Mom, you… you knew about all of this?” Maggie finally asked.
“Quite by accident, yes,” Roberta said, a slight trace of sadness to her voice. “You see, your father had much in common with Michael. The two of them both craved the dominating touch of another man. Of course, he carried this secret with great shame, and when I discovered it, I found myself pitying him more than anything. He loved me – he truly did – and yet he was forced to bear the burden of this shame, this secrecy. He simply didn’t have a choice.”
Maggie looked horrified, the revelation of her father’s secret proclivities beginning to overwhelm her.
“But… but what does this have to do with Michael?”
“Your father didn’t have a choice,” Roberta continued. “So, I gave him one. I created a place where, with my blessing, he could seek out what he hungered for. It was the greatest gift I ever gave to him.”
“Wait – that place?” Maggie asked, shocked.
“The Grotto, yes. I established it. Your father and I had the resources, and as a simple housewife who craved a diversion of her own outside of the home, I certainly had the ambition. In the end, it actually worked out quite perfectly. I found I enjoyed it so much that I continued overseeing its upkeep long after your father passed away. And that, of course, is where Michael comes in.”
She turned to Michael, a smile on her face, watching as the cop unbuckled his pants and pulled them down to his ankles, along with his underwear. Weak and helpless to fight back, Michael could only whimper gently, still staring up at his shell-shocked wife, who still looked horrified at what was happening in front of her, but made no move to stop it.
“I was at the club one night,” Roberta explained. “I have an office, if you can believe it, and it overlooks the main floor through tinted windows. I found I enjoyed keeping watch on things, you see, and Edgar liked knowing that my watchful eye wasn’t far…
“And then, I saw Michael. There, at the club, mingling with the patrons. I could hardly believe it, but it was him. I saw his every indulgence, just as I had seen Edgar’s. But Edgar had the support of his wife – Michael, on the other hand, did not. So, I conspired with one of the club’s regulars, Officer Samuels here, to devise a plan to test him – to determine whether he carried that same shame that Edgar carried, to determine if he truly loved you, or if your marriage was simply a sham, like so many others…”
Roberta turned back to Michael, kneeling down beside him and running a hand over his face.
“I’ve seen him suffer, dear. I was there. I’ve seen his desperation. It’s the desperation of a man who would do anything not to break his wife’s heart.”
Maggie broke, as tears began to stream from her eyes.
“Just look at him now, dear. Look at his face. Look how ashamed he is to know that he’s hurt you. He’s devastated. If he had craved the firm hand of a woman, he would have simply sought it out from you. But he craved something that you could not give him. He had no choice…”
Maggie shook her head, clamping a hand over her mouth, sobbing.
“He had a choice, Mother…” she said weakly. “He had an obligation…”
“Of course he did, dear,” Roberta said gently. “Don’t you see the hell that he’s in, forced to dishonor it? To dishonor you? To live a lie? There’s no forgiving it, of course, but can’t you understand it?”
Teary-eyed, Maggie couldn’t look away from her husband, looking back up at her with pleading, regretful eyes.
She couldn’t help but pity him.
“You understand, don’t you dear?” Roberta cooed, reading her daughter’s face.
Slowly, her hand still clamped over her mouth, Maggie nodded.
“Good Margaret, good,” Roberta said with a smile, gently patting her daughter on the shoulder again. “Now, Officer Samuels here is prepared to help discipline Michael. Would you like that, dear?”
Maggie looked at her mother with confusion and reluctance. “What…?”
Roberta simply shook her head and shushed her, then turned to Officer Samuels, nodding her head.
SMACK!
Maggie recoiled in surprise as the blonde, brawny man brought his nightstick down hard across Michael’s already battered ass, turning his fleshy skin pale white, the blood forced away from the impact. Michael groaned through the tape wincing, never looking away from his wife.
“This is what he craves, you see,” Roberta said softly. “Pain. Punishment. Anything that might absolve him of his guilt. Of course, indulging in these cravings will only make the guilt worse…”
She turned back to Officer Samuels, nodding again.
SMACK!
Again, the nightstick dropped down against Michael’s bare ass, this time landing across the opposite cheek. Michael grunted with pain – but still, couldn’t turn his eyes away from Maggie.
“But you see my dear,” Roberta said, leaning in close, “you can change everything. You can absolve him. You can empower him, and empower yourself.”
“I… I don’t know what you mean…”
“Just say the word. Officer Samuels here will do your bidding. Michael wants to be punished – he needs to be punished. But he needs it from you. And until now, he’s never been able to get that from you. Do you see?”
Maggie’s mouth curled, almost into a laugh, but instead, only a weak sob came out.
“I don’t think I can… I can…”
“Sure you can, dear,” Roberta reassured her. “Just say the word.”
Maggie exhaled deeply, then turned to the officer, pausing to glance back at Michael’s pleading eyes.
“Again,” she finally said, her voice hushed and weak.
SMACK!
The baton came down again, harder than the previous two strikes, leaving Michael crying out in muffled pain. Maggie winced at the sound of it, but o
“Again,” she said.
SMACK!
“Again,” she said, ignoring Michael’s cry.
SMACK!
“Again!” she said, surprising herself with her own intensity.
SMACK!
Roberta smiled lovingly at her daughter as Michael cried out again, panting through his nose in deep, long breaths as he struggled to indure the pain of the thick black welts quickly beginning to form across his backside.
“Go on,” Roberta said. “Push him. You’ve earned it.”
Maggie took a deep breath, still exploring this newfound power.
“His balls,” she finally said, her voice growing steadier and steadier.
Officer Samuels grinned, reaching down and gripping Michael’s balls, pulling them back and pinching them off between his legs, leaving them exposed and bulging beneath his ass. The target primed, he turned back to her, waiting for the signal. Maggie hesitated – then nodded.
SMACK!
Michael screamed at the excruciating pain of his balls being struck by the baton, his eyes watering uncontrollably, his stomach tying itself into a knot. He stared up at his wife as if seeing her for the first time – this knowledge, this understanding, this… power… all of it was new, unlocking a side of her that neither of them had ever known existed.
“Again,” she said, her voice resolute.
SMACK!
“Again!” she said, ignoring Michael’s screams.
SMACK!
“Again!” she practically yelled.
SMACK!
Roberta couldn’t help but chuckle at the sound of Michael’s agonized wails, and looked up proudly at her daughter.
“You see dear?” she said, bringing her hand up to Maggie’s face. “I told you everything would be fine…”
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Epilogue
RING!
Michael smiled from behind his desk, his phone to his ear, glancing happily at the framed photo of him with Maggie on their wedding day. Then, her lovely voice:
“Well?”
“I got it,” Michael said eagerly, barely containing his enthusiasm. “They made me a partner!”
It was the culmination of nearly six months of hard work. With his secrets exposed, and his wife’s gradual acceptance of his… needs, Michael felt like a changed man. Whatever success and happiness he had known before seemed trivial now. His days of keeping up appearances were over, and as a result, Michael felt completely empowered, free to be the best version of himself.
And it was showing. With his new energy, Michael had turned heads, catching the attention of his peers and his superiors alike with the quality of his work, and of his attitude. People didn’t just assume that he was skillful and talented anymore – now, they knew it for a fact.
“I need to finish some work on next week’s proposals,” Michael said, “but I shouldn’t be home late. I really can’t wait to see you.”
“You too,” Maggie said, her voice warm and genuine. Michael had been amazed by how quickly she had taken to her new role as his primary enabler. It was a dynamic neither of them would have ever thought possible, but somehow, it worked beautifully. Michael was free to explore his submissive desires, but he always came home to Maggie. Why wouldn’t he? She had set him free and absolved him of his shame, and he adored her for it. Even their love life, once monotonous and stale, had been rekindled. It was almost as if each and every beating he took at the Grotto merely sent back into her arms even more lovingly than before. It was unconventional, yes – certainly more than either had bargained for when they had said, “I do,” – but it worked.
“You know,” Maggie said, “I think that tonight might call for a little surprise. Something rewarding…”
“Oh yeah?” Michael said. “What are you thinking?”
Maggie chuckled. “It wouldn’t be a surprise if I told you.”
“All right,” Michael said, grinning, “fair enough. Look, I should get to this if I want to make it home anytime soon.”
“Of course,” Maggie said. “I love you, Michael, and I’m so proud of you.”
“Thanks Maggie. I love you too.”
Maggie ended the call and set the phone down, smiling up across the room.
“He got the promotion,” she said, a happy smile on her face. “Looks like you’ll be having lots of fun with him when he gets home…”
Officer Samuels smiled back at her, cracking his knuckles eagerly.
“Here,” she said, holding up a Polaroid camera. “Say cheese.”
CLICK.
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Ty Marton lives in Los Angeles, CA, where his active exploration of the local BDSM scene perked his curiosities about the creative expression of dark fantasies. He wishes to thank all of his many friends in the fetish community for their support, encouragement, and inspiration..
He welcomes all questions, comments, and feedback regarding his work at [email protected], and humbly encourages anyone who enjoyed this story to help support him by posting their review on the Barnes & Noble website. Thanks for reading!
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