by Lexie Syrah
I held back the scream that instinctively came from deep in my belly. The switch whistled again, marking my ass with a long thin strip of welts and forcing the scream out of me. Over and over again, the switch cut through the air, leaving pain and crimson where ever it landed. My voice was hoarse from screaming, and my back and ass were covered with thin red tracks where Paul had exacted his revenge for my cheating. This was not pleasure, this was pure pain, but I didn’t plead for him to stop, for him to soften his blows.
My breasts, stomach, and legs were covered in small scrapes where I had moved from one of the dozens of savage hits from the switch. My legs had nearly given out after the tenth, and my body was being supported by the ropes as Paul continued his punishment.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity of torment, Paul put down the switch and untied the ropes. I collapsed onto the grass. Paul bent down and scooped my battered and broken body up in his strong arms and carried me into the house to lay me down in our bed.
I drifted in and out of consciousness as Paul calmly put ointment on my wounds. There were a few spots that had bled, but the majority of the marks were simply thin bruises. After finishing his doctoring, he left me on the bed and covered me up with the blanket. I was thankful that I didn’t have to sleep on the ground and was supremely grateful that we had such soft sheets as every movement ached even with how soft they were.
Book Three: Chapter 2
A New Life
“Wake up, Susan. I made some coffee for you.”
Paul looked down at me as I lay on my stomach in bed.
“I’m sorry, Sir. I didn’t mean to fall asleep. What time is it? Should I cook dinner?”
He smiled at my confusion and apology.
“No Susan, you don’t need to cook dinner. You slept all yesterday afternoon. It’s 7 am, and you don’t have to be sorry. Your punishment is over, and I have forgiven you for your cheating as long as it doesn’t happen again.”
Love and happiness covered his face as he made moon eyes at me, but none of it made sense to me. How could he go from being a completely dominant, disciplining man to this man who looked like he was going to ask me on a date to a cheesy romantic comedy?
“Oh.”
Sadness and frustration filled me at the thought that everything was going to go back to the way it was before. Paul handed the coffee to me, and I accepted it without saying anything. He sat down next to me as he became confused at my reaction.
“What’s going on Susan? I thought you’d be happy that I wasn’t going to punish you anymore. I was very cruel to you for the past two days.”
He gently rubbed my arm, trying to reassure me that he was back to the kind man that I’d always known.
“I don’t really know what to say, Paul. I’m happy that you aren’t mad at me anymore, but I… I don’t really know what to say. It’s very surreal to see you be kind to me again.”
I looked at the bed, trying to avoid his gaze as he tried to understand what I was feeling.
“Are you sad that I’m not abusing you? Did you enjoy the way that I treated you?”
He sincerely didn’t understand how I felt. He wanted to understand, but how could I explain the emotions that had coursed through me? How could I explain that his very touch yesterday brought fear and love rushing through me, and today I almost wanted him to leave the coffee and go away? He was a good man, and I loved him for that, but I didn’t worship him for it. Yesterday, I had worshiped him. I would have done anything for even a bit of praise, and now I couldn’t care if he told me that I was a goddess.
“I am having a hard time explaining what I’ve felt, Paul. I want to tell you, but I don’t think you’ll understand. I don’t want you to beat me. I don’t want you to treat me like shit. I really don’t want that, but at the same time, I want you to treat me like you did this weekend. You owned me yesterday; my mind, body, and soul were yours to command. Today, I have a sneaking suspicion that I’ll cheat again.”
“I’m sorry, Paul, but I don’t think that this is going to work the way you planned. If things go back to the way they were before a week ago, I’ll leave you. I won’t cheat again, I promise you that, but I will leave you. I love you more than anything, but I’ll never be able to look at you the same after the past couple of days.”
Paul sat silently on the bed, letting my words sink in. He was a very intelligent man, very understanding and very good at reading my emotions. He knew that I wasn’t lying. He knew that something had changed inside of me, whether it was that he’d broken something or simply let some part of me out, it didn’t matter. Something was different, and he would have to adapt or let me leave.
“That’s fine. But it won’t be the same as this weekend. I will not treat you like a slave, but I will treat you like my personal whore. If I tell you something, you will do it whether you want to or not.”
The confidence was back in his voice. His words were not part of a discussion; they were a command. And now my pussy was a swampy mess.
“You’ll be given commands and anything that you fail to do, you will be punished for. You’ll fuck and suck whomever, however, and whenever I please. The difference is that there will be times where I will show you, my love. I will caress you, and let you know that I am still as madly in love with you as the day that I married you. Do you understand what will be changing?”
“Yes sir, I love your changes and want to please you any way I can.”
My cunt was doing the talking for me now as I transitioned back into Paul’s slut and whore.
“Good, then get on your hands and knees.”
Fighting through the shooting pains that ran through my body, I got into position. Paul’s hands gently caressed the red lines that still decorated my body before roughly shoving two fingers into my cunt. He pulled them out, trailing a long line of pussy juice across my ass before inserting his wet fingers into my back passage.
“Ohh...,”
I moaned as he began to rub his growing cock against my clit while he continued to play with my asshole. This was the man that I had wanted to own me. This was the man that deserved to own me. He pulled his fingers out of my ass and positioned himself behind me as he stuck his fingers into my mouth, and I gratefully licked them clean, reveling in the filthy taste of my unwashed pussy and ass mixed together. Forcing his cock into my swollen cunt, he held me by my tangled hair and began to pound my cunt again. Every time his hips smashed into my ass, pain shot through me.
“Slut, I’ve been in control this entire weekend. It’s your turn to please me. Climb on top of me and ride me like the little whore you’ve become,” he commanded as he pulled out and laid on his back.
I climbed on top of him and grabbed his cock to position it to enter my pussy, only to be told, “No slut, that’s the wrong hole.” I quickly scooted up so that I could put the throbbing cock against my ass. I knew that it was going to hurt, but I didn’t work it in slowly; I sat down hard on it.
The instant pain of it filling me and forcing me wide open was excruciating, but I worked myself up and down on the molten shaft that was burning inside of me.
“That’s a good whore. That must hurt a lot, and I’m glad that you want to take that pain for my pleasure.”
A moan escaped me as his words washed over me. I was being a good whore for my master, and that was all that mattered. His pleasure at my willingness to take the pain for him pushed me into the fog that always clouded my mind as I got close to cumming. I powered my ass up and down on his cock as his hands reached up to twist my nipples sending shoot pains through me followed by warm bliss. My cunt exploded in orgasm, and my asshole gripped his cock as I kept up my momentum on his cock.
He grabbed my hips in a vice-like grip and slammed me down on his cock, over and over again. He exploded in my ass, filling me with his hot cum, before pulling out of me. He set me down on his cock, and I tried to get up so that I could go to the restroom, but he held me still.
“No, let the cum d
rip out of your ass and onto my cock. You’ll be swallowing all of the cum that I give you from now on, no matter where I put it.”
“Yes, sir.”
Three days ago, I would have slapped Paul for telling me to eat cum that had been in my ass. I would have vomited if he’d forced it on me. I would have filed for a divorce. It would have been the end of my world. And now, I relished the thought of doing anything he commanded. I loved the feeling of the cum dripping out of my asshole, onto my master’s slowly softening cock. I unclenched my ass, letting it drip more freely and bent down to kiss Paul on the lips, and he passionately returned the kiss. As I felt the last remnants of the filthy mess drip onto his cock, I scooted down the bed so that I was between his legs. I stared into his eyes as I slowly cleaned the cum off his head, off his balls, making sure not to miss anything. I didn’t even register the taste as I got lost in Paul’s eyes.
I was in a bliss that most people could never understand, but this vision returned to me throughout the years. I was covered in the filth of the last two days. My entire backside ached from my beating against the tree.
My asshole burned like it was on fire. And here I was, licking a disgusting mixture of cum and ass juice off of his cock, staring into his eyes as his hand rested in my tangled mess of hair. This is the memory that I call forth any time that I have doubts about my marriage, and I’m reassured that there is no man I could ever possibly love.
When I had finished, and his cock was clean of all juices, Paul said, “Sweet slut, let’s get you cleaned up now. Let me take care of you for a little bit.” He ran a warm bath for me, complete with various oils and salts to help soothe my tortured body. I got into the bath, and his hands slowly and gently began to cleanse the filth off of my body as though I was a child. I just lay back in our claw-foot tub and let his magical hands purify me of the evidence of my weekend of punishment. My back still ached, and my asshole was still sore, but none of it mattered. I was in heaven as he treated his little slut like a princess, as the love of his life.
He slowly rinsed my hair and with the gentleness that I didn’t know a man could possess, he worked the tangles out of the bird’s nest atop my head. I rested in the bath for what seemed like hours as he worked patiently and painlessly. When he finished, he pulled me out of the bath and dried me off and led me back to the bed where he put clean sheets on.
“Lay down on your stomach, Susan. I need to put some ointment on these cuts on your back.”
Wordlessly, I lay down on the clean sheets and let him tend to my wounds. He crawled into bed after he was done, and I nuzzled up to his muscular chest and rested on the man that had tortured me for two days, completely content and feeling more loved than I had in my entire life.
Book Four
Domestic Discipline of the BBW House Wife
Book Four: Chapter 1
Caught Red-Handed
“Yeah, I’m definitely going to Neiman Marcus tomorrow. That sale’s too good to miss, but I’ve got to go. I just got home, and I’ve got to hide the bags.”
I put the phone in my Coach purse before walking into the house to see if the coast was clear to bring in today’s haul from Nordstrom. My husband wasn’t anywhere to be seen. He must have been in the garage working on whatever stupid project he had come up with, and I would have no problems sneaking the bags into my walk-in closet that he avoided like the plague. I gathered up the four large bags of shoes and clothes that I’d picked up on my outing with the girls.
As I was making my way to the bedroom, I heard my husband’s voice call out, “Nadine, you get your ass back in here.”
He was sitting in the living room. He was waiting for me. This was bad. He’d talked to me about my shopping habits before, and I’d promised that I wouldn’t spend quite so much money on clothes. We had plenty of money, but he hated how much I spent shopping.
Now, he was catching me with over $1500 worth of clothes in my hands, and I hadn’t even hid the receipt.
This was very bad. I walked back to the living room and said, “Did you need something, Richard?”
“Yeah Nadine, I’d like to see the receipt before you throw it away.”
His jaw was tight, and I could see the anger in his eyes. He already knew how much I’d spent, and there was no way I was going to weasel my way out of it. I dug out the receipt from one of the bags and handed it to him.
“You spent $1500 on clothes today?”
His voice didn’t rise, but the fire in his eyes was burning just as bright as it had before he’d seen the receipt.
“Yes, I spent $1500. They had a great sale, and I saved a ton.”
He glared at me before saying, “You’ve got two options: pack your shit and get out or accept the new rules of the house. One, you adhere to a budget approved by me, and two, you will cook, clean, and please me however and whenever I choose.”
“Without my income, you would be working at the local grocery store making $10 an hour. Since you don’t respect me enough to think about what I want, I’m not going to treat you any better. I’m not going to argue about the rules, and I will physically punish you for breaking either of them. Think of our household like a 1950s household where the man is in charge and the wife takes care of him.”
I didn’t have to think very long about the options. I couldn’t live the life I enjoyed without the income that Richard provided. I could find a way around a budget, and even though I didn’t want to do any chores around the house, I would be able to manage until he calmed down.
“I’ll follow the rules, Richard. I’m really sorry.”
I forced a tear out as I tried to make him feel sorry for me as I had so many times in the past.
“Good, then bend over my knee for your first punishment.”
My eyes opened wide as his statement made me realize that he was serious about the punishing stuff. He was going to give me, his wife, a spanking like he would a child.
Without a choice, I walked over to him and bent over his knees, my crotch rubbing against his legs. He lifted up the sky blue dress I’d worn today and bunched it up around my waist. He swiftly pulled my white lace panties down and without a word began to harshly spank my ass.
I cried out in pain and tried to wiggle away from the assault on my ass, but his other arm held me down as he covered my ass in red handprints. The tears running down my face made my mascara run as they dripped to the floor. I couldn’t believe how harshly his wrath was stinging my ass. I could feel his cock getting hard as it pressed into my stomach. The bastard was getting off on hurting me.
Finally, when my ass was covered in burning, bright red hand prints he released me from his hold, and I stood up in anger.
“How dare you spank me like a child? I’m your wife, and you’re an abusive husband!”
He smiled up at me from his seat on the couch.
“You’re welcome to leave whenever you want if that’s the way you feel, but if you decide to stay, you can expect that and worse any time you’ve earned a punishment. Now, if you’d like to stay, I’d like a blowjob.”
I screamed and threw one of the Nordstrom bags across the room in frustration. He had all the power, and it was infuriating. He knew I hated sucking cock. It’s a disgusting act that cheap whores do in back alleys. He just sat patiently while I threw a temper tantrum around him.
“You can keep yelling and screaming all you want, but my cock isn’t going to suck itself. So either you get down on your knees and get to work, or I will throw you and your crap out the front door.”
My jaw clenched, and my fists balled up. I wanted to slap him, to kick him in the balls, to do something to hurt this son of a bitch, but I couldn’t. I got down on my knees and unzipped his pants and pulled them down around his ankles. I put my lips on his hard cock and began to bob up and down on it, trying to finish him as fast as possible.
He just leaned back, and reveled in his power over me. I ran my tongue under the head as I steadily sped my bobbing up. It didn’t take long
for him to cum in my mouth since it was a sensation he rarely got. I pulled my lips off of him and stood up to spit his spunk into the trash when he said, “Swallow it.”
I was horrified at the thought of swallowing his cum. It made me sick to even think about it. I wasn’t going to do that, and there was no way he could make me. I ignored his command and spat it into the trashcan anyway.
He pulled his pants off and removed his belt.
“Come here Nadine. You’re going to start doing what I tell you, or you’re going to end up walking around like an abused whore. I’ve let you get away with being a horrible wife for far too long, and that’s going to end right here, and right now! You’ve got sixty seconds to strip down, crawl over my knees, and beg for the spanking you deserve, or I’m done.”
