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Caleb set the computer on the coffee table in front of them and took a few minutes to bring up three websites before turning toward her.
“I’m going to go and pick up your shoes…”
“No! You can’t go. Please, don’t leave me.”
Despite the heavy discussion he couldn’t help but smile. “Baby, this is my house. I’ll be coming back.”
“Oh… yeah, I guess…”
“Like I was saying. I’m going to leave for a few hours and go pick up your shoes and run an errand or two. While I’m gone, I’m giving you some homework.”
“Isn’t it a bit late for that since I’m done with school?”
“This is way more important than any college class you’ve taken.” He pulled the computer up onto his lap where she could see it too.
“While I’m gone, I want you to read up on the domestic discipline lifestyle. While I don’t agree with everything on these sites, they are the best I’ve found for describing the roles of the head of the household and submissive women. I have followed these bloggers for years and found their advice helpful. There are blog posts, pictures, and even videos about the lifestyle I want for us.”
He looked up from the computer and reached to hold her hand as he added, “I know you still have a lot of questions and I’m hoping you’ll find some answers on these sites. Read, watch, and think about it. And if you decide this isn’t the lifestyle for you, I’ll understand if you’re gone when I get back.”
“No! Please don’t go. I want you to stay.”
“I know you do, but I don’t want to influence your decision. I already know what kind of relationship I’m looking for. Now it’s your turn to decide what you need.”
He pushed to his feet as she clung to him. He didn’t want to take the time to shower and dress so he stopped at the front closet and pulled a light jacket out to put on with his long sleep pants. He slipped his feet into an old pair of sneakers on the floor of the closet and headed out to the garage before he changed his mind.
Only after he was pulling out of his driveway did he realize he should have kissed Presley goodbye since there was a more than small chance she’d be gone when he got back home.
CHAPTER EIGHT
PRESLEY
After over two hours of devouring the websites Caleb had suggested, Presley was more confused than ever. While she’d learned a lot about the pros and cons of having a Discipline Daddy, her body was at war.
On the one hand, her head was struggling to accept the idea of living a life of submission. In the bedroom, sure. Caleb’s dominance had delivered the best sex of her life. She even loved the brief bursts of pain mingled in with the mind-blowing pleasure he delivered in bed and even at the BDSM club.
But twenty-four seven? That was another whole story. It wasn’t that she wanted to be a ball-buster in her everyday life, but as a twenty-first century woman, wasn’t she supposed to be in control of her own life?
Yet as she watched the video of a husband spanking his naked and naughty wife while she was bent over the arm of their living room couch, Presley couldn’t deny the ache growing in her girly parts. With each hard stroke of the husband’s paddle—not unlike the one Caleb had used on her a few nights before—the skin on her ass started to tingle as if it could anticipate the same treatment.
What surprised her was how intimate the scene was. Instead of the man being angry and shouting about the broken rules, she was struck by how he calmly lectured his wife, taking time to stroke her back softly here or gently caress her red bottom between punishing blows.
The wife’s reaction was even more confusing to Presley. Although the woman was clearly in pain and hating the punishment, through her sobs the woman apologized, promising she would do better the next time. She wasn’t restrained, yet she remained in position, taking her correction without fighting back and sounding truly repentant.
But it wasn’t until the harsh punishment session ended that Presley started to get an inkling of how intimate DD could be. For most couples broken rules would lead to arguments, screaming matches, or even the dreaded silent treatment, at least that had been her experience.
Watching the husband take his wife into his arms and hold her when the punishment ended was powerful. Her frequent promises not to break their rule again was balanced by her husband’s reassurances that she was loved and now forgiven. Presley could totally see Caleb doing that.
Thinking the scene was about to end, Presley was about to click to another video when the husband on the screen patted his wife’s sore bottom before ordering her, “To your knees.”
Tears still fresh on her cheeks, the naked woman on the screen fell gracefully to her knees in front of her husband and waited for him to unzip his pants and pull out his semi-hard cock.
“Open wide. Time for your penance.”
“Yes, Sir,” the wife said just before leaning forward to take the tip of her husband’s cock between her lips.
Presley was no stranger to watching porn. Oral sex and forced blow jobs were some of her favorite categories, yet there was something unique—more intimate—about this DD video. This was no porn star getting paid to play a part. The woman on her knees taking the penis deeper with each thrust of her husband’s hips was a normal woman—a submissive. It wasn’t hard to imagine herself kneeling at Caleb’s feet, his cock in her own mouth. Hell, she’d done it before, but would it be different if it were part of a punishment?
Her pussy almost spasmed at the thought of it, and when the cameraman moved behind the woman on her knees to zoom in on her splotchy red ass from her recent paddling, Presley subconsciously pushed up Caleb’s dress shirt and pressed her fingers to her bare clit, desperate to tame the throbbing at her core.
