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“Too far?” Alex whispered.
A man with a mission to perform, Will unbuckled his belt and withdrew it from his pants.
“This is about more than just one screw, isn’t it?” Alex observed, seeing how her husband’s face had clouded as if rays from a black moon shone down on it with that eerie light.
“Making too much of it? Why darling I have a hundred grievances I could punish you for. Do you want me to start naming them?”
“No, if we could just get it over with.”
“Better not look at it that way, Alex, because this one won’t be so easy.”
For a moment, she looked at Reggie who stood coolly to one side, arms crossed in front of him, smugness wreaking from his expression.
“You think I’ll rescue you from this one?” he asked.
“Oh, no. That would be pretty stupid of me.”
His smile was not completely unkind.
“What the two of you need is a little less punishment and a little more basic submission from the submissive,” Reggie observed.
“This always seems to happen when our lives gets too full,” Will ruminated. “Things get out of hand. But Alex can bare her ass and we’ll start with a clean slate once it’s over. Why don’t you do the honors?”
Though Alex wasn’t sure what Will meant by that suggestion to Reggie, Reggie did. For all the times she’d been punished by both men, however, this one would prove to be unique unto itself. Feeling Reggie’s firm hand on her arm, he led her to a padded armchair and motioned for her to kneel on its seat. He reached to the hem of her dress and pulled up the skirt. She was wearing peach colored satin panties that matched her garter belt and stockings. Those panties instantly jerked from her bottom, Alex had to scramble to disentangle them from her ankles. Once done, Reggie positioned her, draping her torso over the back of the chair again. The line of her ass with her knees drawn together created a perfect heart-shaped target, the pouch of her sex plump and pink between her cheeks. Alex wasn’t surprised, however, when Reggie pushed her knees apart so that they nestled into the tufted fabric where the chair arms met the seat. With that tender pouch more prominent and exposed in this position, it would feel the bite of Will’s belt if he made a point of striking her there. Finished getting her ready, Reg sat down in a chair at her head. Leaning forward he held her wrists in one hand, the back of her head in the other.
“Don’t struggle, or I’ll tie your legs down,” he warned.
Reggie’s words were met with a vigorous spasm that flooded her groin with a sexual charge. Would that they’d both screw her ass, she’d have been pleased. Just one touch to that sensitive pouch of sexy flesh and she might have come right there on the spot. But then terror always excited her. When the cruel designs of a dominant man had her enthralled she was fresh clay in the hands of a master. There was no finer ecstasy than that moment when her mind rushed in a bath of humiliation. Her heart pounded in anticipation of the first painful strike of leather and she knew she was being taken into that exquisite vacuum where she could flee the real world into fantasy. With two masters? The physical punch multiplied in geometric proportions.
Alex began to cry just from the way Reggie held her immobile, the way his acute manner of dominion swept her psyche. From Will, she felt his strength behind her, raw power, anger, indignation and justification pouring over her in a malevolent shower. One dominant fixed, the other fluid, she’d be suspended between their diverse uncompromising styles until the end came.
The first smack seduced her. Packing a serious punch, the sensation shot through to the tips of her fingers that Reggie held in his hand and the hair follicles he’d commandeered with the other. That sensation sent her one degree closer to the exploding point. Another strike, and the smell of leather suddenly grabbed her as fiercely as Reggie’s hands. She wiggled her ass seeking another. The third strike clipped her cunt with a blunt edge.
“Ah, nooooo,” she whimpered softly.
Will did not ease off, and she didn’t e
xpect that. He struck her hard and repeatedly. In a measured rhythm as though a drum beat the cadence of the strikes, each biting hit of the leather against her flesh caused a jerk and a shriek of pain. With more pain following so close on the tail of the strike before, there was soon no way to recuperate or enjoy the agony.
“Will, no,” she sobbed, feeling desperate.
To that cry, Reggie tightened his grip even more.
There was almost as much punishment inside Reggie’s confining grasp as there was in the blows from behind. Even though it was her husband perpetrating the most physical pain, it was Reggie’s cold judgment coming down on her that stung more fiercely, for it reminded her of how she’d disappointed him. Something in her soul was wholly embarrassed to be like this again for him—for good reason. She’d failed him as much as she’d failed her husband. In the back of her mind, she believed that she should be the perfect submissive. After all, Reggie had meticulously trained her to submit. And yet, she still thwarted her husband’s demands, ignored her true nature and sent her marriage on a rocky tail-spin. To see Reggie’s response to that, though he was far too collected and arrogant to say so, she sensed his dismay. Feeling such failure in the eyes of both men, the punishment had its point. As a submissive, this was the way she could ease her conscience and finally lighten a spirit that had become troubled in recent weeks.
As Will looked at his wife’s behind, he witnessed the wild streaks of red with increasing mirth. It was not something gleeful as much as it was satisfying. With every strike of the belt, with every cry from her mouth, with every place her roughed up skin became more raw, he felt his anger diminish with each strike. The longer the punishment went on the more cleansed he felt. For all their love, the two had been in a perpetual war with Alex’s pride and fear. As much as they played with her darker virtues, they avoided them. This constant hadn’t changed in seven years. Times like this, when he made her ass burn bright and she’d howl pitifully from the pain, he cleansed her, too, and restored order in their relationship.
“Oh, gawd please,” she sounded so woefully weary. “Please stop,” she roared even louder.
But he didn’t stop. He did slow for a while and let the heat climb deeper inside. Then he began again to take her to the point where her skin was so roughed and raw there were tiny spots where the blood surfaced to make an angry rash. At that point, Will laid on just a few more to places that made her howl loudly, like her thighs and sides. At the very last, he deliberately nicked her right down her rear cleft. She almost leapt off the chair when that cut hit, and Reggie had to subdue her. His powerful arms took charge of her flailing form until she was settled again. Calm at last, Will laid on just one last strike. It wasn’t even a ferocious one, just one that ended the scene with a tangible period.
Toppling into the chair ass first, she instantly jerked feeling the seat touch her sore skin.
“I suppose that hurts,” Will remarked.
“Like an open wound.”
“But it’s time to close the wounds, Alex, and get on with things.”
