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Jack repeated his original mission aloud: “Before the end of this month I want to fuck you in our bed, with the smell of both of their pussies on your face.”
I asked him if this qualified, and he reassured me it did. I had to blink away tears of pride.
Then, in our bed, he repaid me in full for my success.
Chapter 5. Whipped
Jack’s View:
I spent the day working from home. Why not? Others in my office do it. I think we all know the drill when someone works from home. They check email, run errands, check email, make something to eat, check email, watch TV, check email, take a nap, etc. In between checking emails, I had a mischievous chore of my own to complete that day. I measured and positioned two removable hooks in the ceiling of our den, cleverly embedded beside two pot lights which were set about four feet apart.
I wanted to find a good spot in our home where I’d be able to string up Chloe from the ceiling and have her full body accessible for whipping, front or back, depending on my preference.
The day was moving both quickly and slowly. It was noon before I knew it, and yet, waiting for Chloe to get home from work was taking forever. I imagined her at her office. She was probably working away diligently, trying to concentrate on her job, but continually distracted by the knowledge that I’d be waiting for her in our condo, whip in hand.
I surprised her with a phone call. To my luck, she wasn’t in a meeting, and I reached her. Once I established she was not within earshot of anyone, I asked her a few questions.
“Why am I whipping you today, Chloe?’
“Because you want to, Master. There is no reason needed other than that.”
“That’s true. Normally that answer would totally suffice. However, today I want to probe a little deeper. Why do you think I’m whipping you today?” I continued my interrogation.
“I know I’m not being punished for misbehaving or having disappointed you. Of course, it’s not lost on me that this will be my first real whipping as your wife. I assume, you are showing me that things will not be any different now that we’re married. Yes, we are husband and wife, but are equally Master and sub, and my flesh is yours to do with as you desire. Today it is your desire to whip me.”
Chloe couldn’t have been more right. For an entire month before our wedding, we did not have sex once. It was a joint decision that both of us made. We wanted to go away on our honeymoon, absolutely dying to fuck each other again, which is precisely what happened. As such, her last whipping had been several months earlier. It was surely the longest period she’d gone without being disciplined.
Chloe and I had been together two years before we tied the knot. During that time, I dominated her using pain play at least once a month. We fit together like hand in glove. Of all the submissives I’d met or encountered in my lifetime, none were as perfect for me as Chloe. Plus, our compatibility held true outside the bedroom, as much as inside.
“What is your safeword?” I asked rather nonchalantly.
“Texas,” Chloe replied. Normally, the only time I ask her that question is when there’s a good chance she will be using it.
“And are you wet today?”
“Like a faucet,” she answered, “I’ve been wet and tingly all day.”
“A slutty little faucet, isn’t that right? Tell me what kind of faucet you are.”
“I’m a slutty little faucet,” she said. While I couldn’t see her face through the phone, I was certain she was blushing.
We hung up, and I handled a few more work emails before setting off to Private Pleasures, one of the best novelty stores in the downtown core. It was a walkable distance which allowed me much needed fresh air. I already owned a decent selection of whips and various instruments, but since this was our first scene as a married couple, I wanted a new riding crop and a flogger to commemorate the occasion.
The crop I selected had a rigid rod which thickened to form a handle. The grip was ribbed to reduce slippage. At the other end was a flexible tress, basically a leather tongue, known as a keeper. This is the end that makes contact with the submissive. The width is enough to ensure no breaking of the skin, but properly administered it delivers quite the bite!
To warm her up, I selected a light weight deer skin flogger. The strands were 18 inches long, falling from a contoured handle. This would be ideal to get her tits a nice shade of pink before the crop teaches her nipples a lesson in pain.
Last but not least, I selected a cane. Simply for my amusement, I selected what was called a ‘School Master’ cane. It was rattan, with that classic curved end that made it look like a walking cane. This thin cane was not for walking however, but rather it was intended for classroom terror, either real or implied. In our case, I’d hit Chloe with it alright, but not enough to break her skin.
I walked back to the condo slowly, enjoying the fresh air, but mostly hoping the time would pass more quickly. My three new toys were discreetly packed in brown wrapping paper. At one point, I chuckled to myself. The way the package was wrapped, it looked like I was trying to hide a rifle. Luckily, everyone was preoccupied with their own errands and interests, and no one paid me any heed.
Back home, I laid out all three instruments in a prominent spot on a desk in the den where the punishment was to occur. I wanted her to see them as soon as she walked in the room. This way, she would immediately know what was in store for her defenseless skin.
Once everything was set, I waited. Ordinarily she arrived home between 5:20 and 5:40. By 5:15 I was already waiting in the doorway of our condo, the door wide open. I wanted her to walk down the hallway and find me waiting, ready to lead the lamb to slaughter. I wasn’t waiting for longer than a few minutes before I heard the elevator doors open and close from way down the hall. Then I heard her high heels, click clicking her way toward our home. And toward me.
Her walk slowed as she noticed that our door was ajar. She approached apprehensively, her steps now a shuffle. She craned her neck and then saw me.
“Come.” I said, “You must be whipped.”
She nodded and taking a deep breath walked toward me into our lair.
I lightly kissed her while removing her clothing, letting the garments fall on the floor just inside our entranceway. She was trembling ever so slightly. I pulled back from the kiss, and brushed her hair over her shoulders. We were both aware that the door behind her was still open. While unlikely, at any second someone could walk past the hallway and see my beautiful wife’s ass. I reached over and with a flick, I closed the door. Then I led my prey toward the den, which was perfectly lit. Evening light cascaded in from a nearby window, and due to the blinds, it created that magical zebra effect.
“Are you fearful?” I asked, as we walked.
“Of course. Who wouldn’t be?”
Once in the den, I heard her gasp. I smiled. No doubt she just spotted my afternoon purchases. Chloe didn’t pull away. She was a trooper. No matter what I had planned, she would be a willing and eager submissive, happy to please her Master.
I used two short lengths of rough twine and wrapped one around each of her wrists, and then pulled them up toward the eye hooks in the ceiling. First her right wrist, and then the left. I adjusted the twine to make it taut and then tied it off.
“Are you comfortable?”
“I feel quite stretched, but I’m okay,” she said.
She was stretched. Her arms were pulled high above her head and wide apart. Her perfect breasts would rise and fall with each intake of breath. I pointed toward the three instruments, starting with the School Master cane.
“Ten,” I said tapping the curved part of the cane. “Twenty,” tapping the riding crop. “Thirty,” tapping on the flogger. Then I smiled a devilish grin. “Let’s start with the flogger, shall we?”
Chloe didn’t answer. There was no point. It was a rhetorical question. I took the flogger in hand.
*SLASH* I used a backhand swing and slashed her breasts with the flogger. Chloe yelped!
r /> *SLASH* *SLASH* I gave her two more strikes, another strong backhand strike followed by a forehand.
Over the next ten minutes I laid another half-dozen strikes across her tits. In no time at all her chest was pink, a deep shiny pink. The warm glow was getting more and more painful.
“Ask for the next one,” I told her.
“Please. Please Master, may I have another one?”
“Another what, where?”
“Please Master, may I have a strike of the flogger, directly…directly across my breasts?”
I delivered in spades. I slashed her tits as hard as I could with that deer skin flogger. Then I hit her again. Then again. Her nipples were now standing at attention. Rock hard. Two little pebbles atop two very pink hilltops.
*SLASH!!!* *SLASH!!!* I didn’t let up. Each swing of the flogger was as impactful as the previous one. No mercy. The whipping of my wife’s breasts wasn’t going to be lenient. Chloe was beginning to perspire. The veins in her neck where starting to show. The skin on her breasts had transitioned from pink to red, and blotches were beginning to form. I held the flogger up to her lips.
