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“I will add, Alexandra, you should expect Gus to whip you every morning while you’re here, and put you to bed at night.”
“Even tonight, sir?”
“By the looks of your ass, it’s ready for more,” he replied. “Then too he’ll be tying you to the bed. That way you won’t be escaping in the middle of the night.”
She said no more and scooted quickly out of the door to find her way to the maid’s room off the kitchen. Obviously the current household domestic had cleaned it out to furnish the garage apartment. Alex was left with the bed, the bureau, a stool and wash basin, and, in the adjoining bath, a commode to pee in.
There were hours to kill before nightfall. Time to think and to try not thinking.
With nothing to do, her mind combed through the past few days, her infidelity, the careless fuck, the tattered remains of a marriage that had bore so many stresses she wasn’t sure it would survive. To be alone with nothing to do but think was as much a torment as all the physical punishments she’d lived through. In an effort to forget it all, she lay down hoping she could sleep.
However just as her mind slipped away, Gus walked in and startled her back to the real world.
Instantly noting the school paddle he held in his hand, she almost cried knowing how her bottom still hurt.
“Master says ten of these,” he said. “Then I’ll tie you to the bed for the night.”
“Oh no, you can’t. Please.”
Gus wasn’t a man to argue. He ignored her commend and went about his business quickly. Making her lean over the cold metal foot rail, he applied ten hard whacks of the wooden paddle to her tender ass. The first smack brought tears to her eyes. The last a burn she was sure could light the oil lamp sitting on the bureau.
Gus followed the spanking with cuffs on her wrists that attached with chains to the head board. Her feet were likewise restrained at the ankles and affixed to the bottom rail. There was just enough slack in her bonds so that if she was careful and strained hard enough, she could pull herself off the bed and pee in a spittoon he left for her to use.
“I’ll be in early,” was all he said as he left.
Chapter Eleven
Gwen was a woman of substance. Though high born, she wasn’t aloof and stuffy the way her breeding might have suggested. In fact, she might have been thought of as a bubble head, considering the rash of short curls on her head and the affectionate laughter and playful features of her sensuous face. She didn’t care about being “sharp as a tack,” She was a woman’s clothing buyer doing her job on gut instinct, while someone else did the book work. She wouldn’t likely be much more than that and that suited her just fine. She was a little rash and certainly cheerful, clearly a refreshing breeze in Reggie’s dismal circumstances. She wasn’t the kind of woman anyone would suspect he’d favor. But that pleased him. The fact that Alexandra had called her a trollop was wholly pleasing. He was certain his missing wife would think he’d gone daft.
Gwen was also sexually submissive. That fact wasn’t addressed by either one until after they were already sleeping together. But Reggie knew eventually her true colors would emerge. In a move he’d never made before with a woman, he let this submissive choose her own coming out party. The waiting provided a self-indulgent diversion, an intrigue that made the affair all the more alluring to a sometimes, and most recently, jaded dominant.
“You ready for dinner, Reg?” Gwen said, popping into his office unannounced.
“Did my secretary let you in?” he asked her, his delivery a bit curt.
“Of course, she didn’t. I sneaked in when she wasn’t looking.”
“Little forward, isn’t it?”
“I don’t think so, not after last night,” she said, smiling demurely.
She was recalling the previous evening, hoping that he’d remember, too.
They dined at a quiet café that served homemade style sandwiches and soup, then they strolled along the waterfront watching the slight waves on the lake and the occasional boat. In a park just off their path Reggie had coerced Gwen into the bushes and pressed her against a tree. He’d unbuttoned her blouse very slowly. Exposing her breasts to the night air, he watched as her nipples grew tight to themselves, while she eyed the impassive expression. Once those two little buds were like small rocks between his fingers, he squeezed them as if he could change the shape of granite to suit his desire.
Other people walking by were too far away to see what the couple was doing in the middle of the park by that tree. It looked intimate, so a few would bow their heads and move on. In the back of Gwen’s mind, she hoped that someone would see. She liked a little exhibition. She liked getting caught. And when she raised her skirt to play with her clit, she was asking for both.
Reggie looked on as she orgasmed while leaning against that tree. Moments after, she knelt at his feet in darker shadows to suck his cock. Her mouth swallowed him whole, while his hand grabbed her blonde locks of hair and pulled her face tight to his groin. All her spunk seemed to melt in that one commanding gesture, as if to say she wanted much more. When she was finished bringing him off, she licked away every bit of cum from his cock.
Reggie actually smiled seeing the effervescent face appear a day later in his office. Unfortunately, he thought first of Jocelyn when he saw her smile. His exiled wife had been the one to use her smile and spunk to woo him away from a life that had become dour and oppressive.
“So, you have something in mind?” he asked, wondering what was going on inside her pretty head.
“Hum, I don’t know.”
“But you are scheming,” he said, certain that there was.
“Perhaps,” she smiled coyly.
