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“No, James. Please, this can’t—”
“I said shut up!” James clenched his hand into a fist, aware he’d been about to strike her again. Not in anger, he reminded himself. Not in anger. He reached for the duct tape and pulled a strip from the roll. Putting one hand on the back of her neck to hold her still, he pressed the sticky tape over her mouth. Ignoring her muffled cries, he placed the pillowcase over her head and tied it in place around her neck with the rope.
His cock was rock hard as he drank in the sight of his naked girl with a hood over her head, her pretty breasts still sweetly welted from the morning whipping. “Spread your legs,” he barked. “I know you must have to pee after all that tea you drank at lunch.”
Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out his cell phone. He unclipped her wrists so she would have use of her hands. “Go on. Show the world what a filthy little cunt you are. Piss for the camera, Kelsey. Make sure you spread those cunt lips so everyone can see.”
He hit the record button as he peered through the lens and said in a loud voice, “Wife, this is your punishment, and then all will be forgiven, as long as you promise to be a good girl from now on.”
Kelsey stood still as stone for several long, defying moments. James paused the recording. “Do it, Kelsey. Or I’ll tie you to the beam and whip you until you bleed. Is that what you want?”
He started the recording again. He would count to three. One… Two…
She reached with trembling hands for her pretty, smooth cunt, pulling the delicate lips apart as she spread her long, shapely legs. She stood that way for several seconds, and then a stream of golden urine splashed down, hitting the white porcelain with a satisfying splatter.
Again speaking for the camera, James said, “With this demeaning act, you have cleansed away your sins. Now we start over, you and I. A loving but firm husband and his obedient, willing wife.”
Kelsey fell to her knees, and her shoulders began to shake. The poor darling was crying. James turned off the recording and slipped his phone into his pocket. He reached for the makeshift hood, quickly untying the rope and pulling it from Kelsey’s head. “This will hurt a little, but I’ll make it as fast as I can.” He slipped his finger beneath an edge of the duct tape and ripped it quickly away.
He turned on the faucet and splashed water over Kelsey’s legs and cunt, and then helped her to climb out of the tub. He pulled her into his arms. “All is forgiven, as I promised. After a stay in the punishment closet to contemplate your sins, we’ll start with a clean slate. We will work extra hard, much harder than before, so I can help you learn your place as my obedient wife, my darling Kelsey. I won’t give up on you, even if you’ve given up on yourself. Ours is a sacred bond and nothing, not even your childish anger, can break that bond.”
James’ cock was throbbing. Though he hadn’t planned to, he found himself pushing Kelsey to the bath rug. He draped himself over her soft, lovely body, forced his thigh between her legs and guided his cock into her tight, silky perfection.
“I love you,” he whispered. “No matter what.”
Chapter 13
“Hold out your hands, palms up. I’m going to ask you a series of questions. If you answer incorrectly, I will chastise you. Don’t feel bad if you mess up—it’s part of the learning process. Once we’re done with the lesson, as long as I see you’ve made the effort, you’ll have something to eat.”
At least she was out of the punishment closet. Kelsey wasn’t sure how much time had passed since he’d forced her to pee in the tub. At least a day and a night, she thought, most of it spent curled in an uncomfortable ball on the floor of the pitch dark punishment closet. After the first several hours, she’d dared to knock on the door, begging to be let out, but James had ignored her. Eventually she gave up, worried she might be adding time to the punishment by speaking out. Surely he would have to let her out eventually.
She had slept fitfully off and on during the enforced captivity. At times she’d made herself stand up and move as much as she could in the small space to keep her muscles from cramping. After a while, though, she’d been too hungry and dizzy to bother.
She was kneeling now on the throw rug in the bedroom, glad at least to be in the light, though she felt hollow inside, aching with hunger and so very thirsty. James had set up the folding TV tray beside her, a plate of sliced apples, cheese and crackers taunting her, along with a big glass of iced tea.
