"Good," Cody said looking at me. "How do you feel?"
"I'm okay. Better," I said. It was true. I was still nervous as hell, but I was able to take a detailed look at my wife's naked ass and not freak out. It was an improvement, but I knew that this was still going to take time.
"Katlyn? How do you feel?"
"I'm horny as hell," she answered cheekily.
Fuck.
I knew that she had said it just to be deliberately forward. She was pushing, and she knew it. She was very unsubtly asking for punishment. Tying her up was one thing, and it had been hard enough. I knew I couldn't spank her. If she screamed, it would kill me. I was at an impasse. I knew what she needed, and I knew that I didn't have the strength to give it to her.
"Are you going to let her talk like that to you, David?" Cody asked. His gaze was calculating. He was trying to determine how far he could push me. He was a very experienced Dom, and knowing how far to push came with experience. I was pretty sure that he knew I was at my limit.
I can't do it. Tears burned in my eyes.
"I'm going to give you some choices," Cody said, his voice was gentler than it had been. He knew that this would not be an easy decision for me.
"We both know what she needs—what she's practically begging for. I'm going to recommend about fifteen strokes with a leather strap or about twenty with one of the floggers, but she may wind up needing more than that."
I nodded at him. That sounded about right to me too.
"We have three options the way I see it," he continued. "You can do it, and I'll supervise. Personally, I don't think that's the best option. I don't think you can handle it right now, and I don't want you to accidentally hurt her or yourself because you decide mid-throw that you can't follow through."
I swallowed hard. I didn't like that option either. I wasn't ready.
"Option two, is you can take a walk to the end of the road and back. I'll only need ten minutes."
"You're asking me to leave her?" I asked, horrified. No. That was unacceptable.
"I'm asking you to get some fresh air. You need to cool off, and she needs for this to happen. When you come back you can do her aftercare."
I trusted him. She trusted him. I knew that he wouldn't hurt her, but I still couldn't bear to walk out on her. There had to be another way. "What's the third option?"
"You go sit on the floor by her head and watch me do it."
That would be very hard for me, but I thought it was the best choice. It would be the best for her.
"Yeah, let's do that," I said.
"Okay, but I’m givin’ you some rules, for your own safety and hers, and if you even think about breakin’ one of these rules, I will lock you out of your own goddamn house until I finish the set. Do you hear me?"
"Yeah. What are the rules?"
"Don't touch her anywhere below the neck. If you try to put your hand between my whip and her backside, it'll break your fucking fingers."
I nodded. That made sense. I needed to accept the fact that she wanted this. I couldn't protect her from it, and I would only succeed in injuring myself if I tried.
"Number two: keep your mouth shut. If you want to talk to her, you can talk dirty. Tell her your fantasies. Tell her how sexy she is. I don't care 'cause that'll probably make her hotter, but do not try to comfort her. Telling her that it's almost over or that it’s going to be okay will only humiliate her. She should not feel guilty for enjoying this, and your making it seem like a horrific experience will not help. Do you understand?"
"Yes."
"Good, last rule: remember that I am doing this for her benefit. If you come at me because you suddenly decide that I'm hurting her, I will not bat an eye before beating the shit out of you."
I didn't doubt him. He could probably take me. I wasn’t in bad shape, but I didn’t spend all day roping steers.
"I understand," I said.
"Repeat the rules back to me."
"What is this? Fucking kindergarten? I said I understand."
"You would make a terrible fucking submissive. You're disobedient as shit."
I laughed bitterly. It was true. "Fine. Don't touch her below the neck. Don't touch you at all. And, don't try to comfort her."
"Right. Go sit with her."
I sat down cross-legged on the floor beside the table. She smiled at me and then blushed. She was so fucking adorable.
"You okay?" I asked.
She nodded. Cody moved around the room, making sure that he had enough space and that he was properly equipped.
"Katlyn?" Cody asked.
"Yes, Sir?" she responded.
"Focus on me right now."
"Yes, Sir."
"I'm going to give you ten. Count."
I cringed at the sound of the leather strap. I knew from experience that the noise was worse than the actual blow, but that didn't help me. I closed my eyes. I couldn't watch.
"One," she said. Her voice was calm and steady.
He hit her again and this time she shifted slightly, the ropes holding her secure. I chanced a peek at her face and kept telling myself that this was worse for me than it was for her. She smiled softly at me.
"Two," she said. It was breathier this time, more arousal.
He found a rhythm after that, and she began to writhe on the table. Her counting turned into these sexy little moans that shot straight to my cock. I watched her, unable to tear my eyes away. She was so fucking hot, her face showed pure fucking bliss. I had never seen this before, having always been on the giving end of her whip, and it was mesmerizing. I always knew from the sound of her voice that she enjoyed it, but this was something else.
After three, I started talking to her. I told her every thought in my head. I told her how hard I was for her, how much I wanted to fuck her. I told her how amazing she looked.
By six, I was sure that she was going to orgasm right there on the table. I also thought that I might come in my pants.
By eight, I could tell that she was starting to feel it. She bit her bottom lip, and tears started to form in her eyes.
He stopped at ten, but I could tell that she wasn't ready to stop. Her face held an expression somewhere between pain and ecstasy.
"Katlyn, where are we?" Cody asked.
"Green, Sir," she replied.
"David?"
"Give her five more."
"Do you want five more, Katlyn?"
"Yes, please."
"Ask for it."
He was making her speak. By the sound of her voice he could better judge if she was really ready to continue or not. I was a little upset that he wouldn't take my word for it, but if the situation had been reversed, I wouldn't have taken his word for it either. His job right now was to protect her, and that meant that he had to be sure, for himself, that she was okay. He was looking out for her, and I would be eternally in his debt for that. He was a really great mentor. Kat and I were lucky to have him.
"Please, Sir, if it would please you, let me have five more."
"Count."
It stung more now because we'd taken a slight break. Two strokes into the second set she started to cry in earnest. He dragged the last three out, giving her a chance to really feel each one. She was sobbing at the end, but her body posture was relaxed.
"Untie her and take her off of the table," Cody directed.
I did as he told me, starting with her legs and then working my way up. I untied her hands last, and she put her arms around my neck, allowing me to pull her into my lap. I checked her hands and feet. Everything was nice and warm. I rocked her and held her as she got her tears under control.
This is what we needed. It was what I needed, at least. I needed to feel like I could be a comfort to her. She felt so small and vulnerable in my arms. Normally she was so fiercely independent that I never got to be her knight in shining armor, but I wanted to feel useful. I wanted to know that her life was better because of me.
Cody gave us a moment before standing. "Take her to
bed," he said. "I'll be back in the morning, ‘bout nine."
I nodded. "You know how to get to the hotel?"
"Yeah. You have my cell. Call if you need me."
"Thank you. I really appreciate what you're doing for us."
He let himself out. I had offered to let him stay here with us, but he said that he thought a hotel would be better. He thought that we would need some alone time for this to be effective. He was probably right. So I had set him up in a nice hotel that wasn't too far from us. The least I could do for him was pay all of his expenses. I had tried to compensate him for any lost wages as well, but he said that he was salaried and using the vacation time was not a problem. I hoped to be able to repay him someday.
Kat was quieting in my arms. I pressed a kiss to the top of her head, and she tilted her tear stained face up to meet my lips. I kissed her gently.
"You okay, love?"
"Better than okay." She smiled at me. "Thank you, for everything—for bringing Cody, and for staying here with me."
"I would do anything for you, Kat. We'll get through this, I promise. Just don't give up on me."
"I would never give up on you." She kissed the sweet spot under my ear on the side of my neck, and I groaned involuntarily.
"You'll be the death of me, woman."
"What a way to die," she responded mischievously.
I stood up and tossed her over my shoulder hauling her off to the bedroom like a sack of potatoes. She giggled and squealed the whole way.
Chapter 44
David threw me over his shoulder playfully and carried me to our bedroom. I felt fantastic. I knew that we weren't out of the woods yet, but I felt like we were moving in the right direction.
Eventually, David would be able to punish me, and then everything would be all right between us again. My disobedience had lead to my rape, and eventually to Richard's death. If David could punish me for my disobedience, then he could forgive me. I needed his forgiveness.
Having David beside me, telling me how he wanted to fuck me, while Cody had spanked me was one of the most erotic experiences of my life. If either one of them had touched me while I was tied to that table, I would have simply exploded. I was still wet and throbbing between my legs, and I hoped that David was about to ravish me.
He tossed me on the bed and smiled that beautiful crooked smile that I loved so much. He stripped slowly, letting me watch him, as he revealed his sculpted body to me.
"Scoot to the edge of the bed," he said.
I did as he asked, lying on my back, putting my ass right on the edge of the bed with my knees drawn up. He was going to stand beside the bed and fuck me. I loved this position. It was harder for him to reach his peak while standing so I got to enjoy his cock for a long time.
"Are you ready to be fucked, Katlyn?"
"Yes, Master."
"Good," he said before he thrust into me hard. I groaned and curled my fingers around the edge of the mattress.
He drove into me at a frenzied pace, and I could do nothing but hold on. "I want you to come as many times as you can," he panted between thrusts. Fuck yes. I liked those orders.
"Play with your clit," he ordered. I did as he asked, reaching down between us as he pounded into me hard. It took me less than a minute to achieve my first orgasm. He held his cock deep inside of me while I shuddered around him.
He pushed me back, into the middle of the bed and climbed up after me, his cock never leaving my throbbing sex. He lifted one of my legs over his shoulder and resumed his rhythmic onslaught.
His cock was thick and hard inside of me, reaching my cervix with every thrust, bringing a small amount of pain, like a reassuring check at the end of each stroke. I felt completely helpless under him, unable to move with his full weight on me and my legs forced wide apart. He added to the feeling by pinning my hands above my head with one of his own. Fucking heaven.
I relaxed and submitted myself completely to him. He drove my body to unbelievable heights. When I orgasmed the second time, he didn't even slow his pace, simply growling in my ear, which made me come even harder.
He shifted my legs and hips periodically, changing the angle and finding new sweet spots within me. After what seemed like an eternity of constant bliss, he finally let himself go, coming hard with his cock buried deep inside me.
We lay gasping for air, tangled up in each other for a long time before he finally found the strength to curl up beside me. I fell asleep almost instantly and did not dream.
David woke early and went for a jog. I showered, and got ready for the day. David had set out a dress for me to wear. Well… it was sort of a dress. It was cobalt blue, made of lace and silk. The thin straps led to a plunging V-neck neckline. It was gathered right under my breasts and then flared gently over my hips. It only reached to mid-thigh. He would never let me out of the house in a dress like this, but he loved it when I dressed in this way for his eyes only. He also left thigh-high stockings out. They were a personal favorite of his.
I noticed that he very deliberately did not leave me any undergarments, and I took that to mean that I was not to wear any. I pulled my hair up into a loose bun. Usually, he preferred that I keep my hair up when we were planning to play. Long hair could be dangerous if it got caught in ropes or somehow tangled in something else.
I started a big breakfast for him and Cody. I mixed batter for waffles, cut up fruit, and started some omelets. David came home about 8:45 and went immediately to the shower. He was just finishing up when Cody knocked on the door.
When I let him in, Cody raked his eyes over my form, obviously pleased by my appearance. David joined us in the kitchen a moment later, and we sat down to eat. Cody got to business right away, asking how David and I had fared the night before. I blushed all the way to my roots and said that it had been a good night. Luckily, he didn't push for details.
Today we would continue the process of building David's self-confidence back up. We were going to try to use the playroom instead of the living room. The goal was to have David be able to spank me over the whipping bench by the end of the weekend. I couldn't wait for that. I was anxious to get started.
I stayed in the kitchen and did the breakfast dishes while the boys went back to set up the playroom. The anticipation was killing me. I was already on edge, and it was just barely ten in the morning.
When I had finished the dishes, I went to the bathroom and then sat quietly in the living room, waiting for further instructions. A few minutes later, David called me back. I stood at the playroom door and waited to be invited in.
"Kneel," David said.
I dropped to my knees with my head bowed.
"Come."
I crawled into the room, rolling my shoulders seductively because I knew they were watching. I loved performing for David and having Cody here just made it better.
"Look at me." I looked up into David's stunning blue eyes. He had regained some of his usual commanding posture. When David was in full Dom mode, he was a force to be reckoned with; no one would question his authority. This David wasn't as intimidating, but it was a lot closer than the man who had crawled to me two days ago in this room, sobbing and shaking.
He put his hands in my hair and gently petted me. When he cherished me like this, his presence felt like physical warmth. I felt like the most important thing in his life. I never wanted to feel any other way.
He had taken his shirt off and was standing over me in only a pair of black jeans. The shape of his erection was clear through the material.
"I want you to suck my cock," he said gently. I was happy to comply.
"No, David," Cody spoke up, "Make it a command. You're askin’ her. You need to be tellin’ her."
David took a deep breath. It concerned me that he hadn't gotten angry. David wasn't fond of having other people tell him what to do. The fact that he wasn't arguing with Cody displayed his discomfort. He was more nervous than he looked.
He tugged on my hair, forcing my head back slightl
y. He tried again and managed to put more force behind it this time. "I'm going to fuck your mouth. Unzip me."
I did as he asked, taking his hard length from his jeans.
"Lick me," he said. His voice was rough with desire, but still commanding. I leaned forward and took a long lick from the base of his cock all the way up to the tip. David grunted and his hips pushed forward. I started a pattern of licking and kissing each ridge of his cock. I wanted him fully in my mouth. I wanted to look up into his eyes as he used me. I wanted to please him.
He tugged on my hair again and then pressed the head of his cock to my lips. "Open."
I took him into my mouth and sucked hard. He shifted his hips forward, fucking my mouth with slow strokes. I hummed around him and worked him with my tongue.
"Good girl," he praised. "I love fucking your sweet little mouth."
He increased his pace and pushed himself deeper into my mouth. I relaxed and tried to breathe through my nose, letting him use me. I could tell that he was close. I chanced a peek at him from under my lashes. His eyes were closed, head thrown back. Fucking glorious.
"Fuck," he grunted as he tightened his hold on my hair and released into my mouth. I swallowed as quickly as I could, licking the remainder of his seed from his softening shaft.
"Well done, Katlyn," Cody said. "Now come here."
I saw anger flash in David’s eyes. It was only there for a moment, but I knew that I had seen it. He was jealous. That was good. That was more like my Dom.
I crawled to Cody as I had been commanded, David zipping his pants behind us.
"Stand up and take that pretty little dress off."
I stood and pulled the dress over my head. David took in a sharp breath behind me. I assumed he was looking at the faint red lines that were left from the strokes that I had taken yesterday. They would fade in another day, but I knew that it was a big deal to him. He had never liked seeing me marked, but it was sort of an unavoidable hazard. It bothered him much more than it bothered me.
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