Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 64452 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 322(@200wpm)___ 258(@250wpm)___ 215(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64452 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 322(@200wpm)___ 258(@250wpm)___ 215(@300wpm)
“Please!” I finally screamed, my voice cracking with desperation. “Please stop! I can’t take any more!”
But Master Paul didn’t stop. His hand fell five more times, each blow harder than the last, until I felt like all the heat and arousal had been spanked right out of me. The pain was overwhelming now, drowning out everything else. My body went limp across his lap, all fight leaving me as I sobbed into the bedsheets.
Only then did he stop.
“I want you to pay close attention to your body’s needs now,” he said, his voice gentle, but commanding. “This is a very important moment for you.”
His hand settled on my burning bottom, and the instant he began to rub the abused flesh gently, everything changed. My pussy clenched hard, and I felt myself gush with arousal so intense it made me gasp. The tender touch after the harsh punishment sent shockwaves of pleasure through my entire body, more powerful than anything I’d experienced with Ryan.
“There it is,” Master Paul murmured, his hand continuing its gentle ministrations. “Your body does know exactly what it needs, doesn’t it?”
I couldn’t speak, couldn’t think. The contrast between the pain and the gentle touch had awakened something primal in me, something that responded to his authority with desperate hunger.
“If you tell me that your pussy belongs to Ryan and you’re sorry for playing with it without permission,” he said, his voice taking on a hypnotic quality, “I’ll reward you on Ryan’s behalf.”
For a moment, I tried to resist. Some part of me wanted to maintain dignity, to refuse to give him what he wanted. But the need coursing through my body was too strong, too overwhelming to deny.
“My pussy belongs to Ryan,” I sobbed out, the words torn from my throat. “I’m sorry for playing with it without permission. I’m so sorry.”
CHAPTER 10
Ryan
“Good girl,” Master Paul said, his voice warm with approval. “Now let me give you what you need.”
I watched from my home office as Paul’s hand moved between Heather’s legs, his fingers finding her thrillingly bare, glistening flesh with an ease that brought a flash of jealousy to my chest. Thanks to the excellent resolution of the video feed, I could see how wet she was, how her hips immediately began to move against his touch with desperate hunger.
I could also see the bright red color of her squirming bottom. I had learned a lot from the forceful spanking the trainer had given Heather, and the way my wife had responded to it. One thing had struck me like a lightning bolt. When she had seemed to understand that Paul would punish her to his satisfaction—that she had no way of escaping the consequences of touching herself without permission—Heather had seemed to give in and to accept her correction… maybe even to learn her lesson.
Then, the moment Paul had touched her gently, my modest wife had seemed to become the kind of needy little slut I had always hoped she might be, deep down.
“That’s it,” Paul murmured, his fingers working with evident skill. “Show your husband what you really need.”
My own hand had found my rigid cock almost without conscious thought, stroking slowly as I watched my wife writhe across this stranger’s lap. The Selecta Solutions Orientation Materials for Husbands had been clear about this part of the process—husbands were encouraged to observe their wives’ training, to understand their true nature. You’ll learn more about your wife in one session than you did in months of marriage, the handbook had promised. If you feel comfortable doing so, we encourage you to masturbate as you watch. Many men find it helpful as a step toward developing their naturally dominant arousal cycle toward a more expressive relationship with their submissive wives.
They’d been right. I’d never seen Heather respond like this to anything I’d done to her. Her back arched as she ground herself against Paul’s hand, her mouth open in desperate pants. This was the woman I’d actually married, the one who’d been hiding behind gentle smiles and modest protests.
“Please,” she gasped, her hips moving frantically now. “Please, I need—”
A sharp beep cut through the audio feed, and I saw Paul reach into his pocket with his free hand. “That’s the feed from your sensor,” he told her calmly. “The alarm means you’re about to come.”
A second later, Heather exploded. Her entire body convulsed as she screamed, her pussy clenching visibly around Paul’s fingers, her sweet pink bottom squirming lewdly in her ecstasy. The orgasm seemed to go on forever, endless thrills that made her shake and sob with relief.
The sound hit me hard. In all our months of marriage, I’d never heard Heather make that sound. Never seen her body respond with such raw, uncontrolled need. The quiet moans she’d given me, the gentle gasps and sighs I’d thought were satisfaction—they’d all been lies.