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Why is this turning me on so much?
Her fingers were soaked as she watched the husband dominate his wife, putting his hands through her hair and face fucking her, almost exactly as Caleb had done with her the night before. She felt a kindred spirit with the woman gagging as she struggled to take the pounding thrusts of her dominant’s cock down her throat.
A seed of understanding ignited inside her as she recognized the small things Caleb had already been doing that she now understood were part of this type of lifestyle.
Her attention was drawn back to the screen as the husband roared his climax, instructing his submissive on her knees to drink every drop of his seed as part of her promise to do better next time. The woman sputtered and gasped for air, but she did as she was told, receiving a loving brush on her cheek with her husband’s thumb as he leaned down to kiss the top of her head.
It was such a small gesture, but it struck a chord with Presley. Just hours before, Caleb had recognized her fears and comforted her.
Once she’d finished swallowing and caught her breath, the head of household on the screen helped his wife to her feet and led her to the corner of the room they were in. Watching him press the grown woman’s nose into the corner and then lift her hands to clasp on top of her head made Presley feel uncomfortable. Why was he treating her like a child?
His voice boomed louder on the screen again, like the tone he’d used during the paddling.
“You’ll stand in the corner for thirty minutes to give you time to think about the mistakes you made and how you’re going to do better next time. Absolutely no rubbing your butt. Once corner time ends, your punishment will be over, and all will be forgiven.”
Could it really work that way? In her past relationships in high school and college, disagreements with her boyfriends led to arguments which led to hard feelings that ultimately built up to a mountain of ill-will between them until breaking up had seemed easier than forgiving each other.
It was one of the things she loved about being with Caleb the most. They’d hadn’t had many disagreements at all.
Until she’d ruined it on Friday.
The thought of a new pile of discord starting to build up between them turned her empty stomach. She’d give anything to keep that from happening.
Even submit to a real punishment?
Turning back to the computer, she clicked over to a blog written by a different submissive wife and started reading. Presley had expected to feel sorry for the woman or maybe even be angry on her behalf, but as she read about the peace of being loved and taken care of by her husband, Presley felt a spark of jealousy instead.
The submissive blogger described in great detail the kinds of rules her husband had given her and honestly, they weren’t really rules, but more just common-sense things. The woman talked about the four Ds: disrespect, danger, dishonesty, and disobedience.
Were these the types of things Caleb meant when he talked about rules?
She thought back to the rules she’d broken last Friday. She’d flat out lied to her boss when she’d said she was sick and couldn’t work. That was a clear deception.
The overspending without permission was a bit harder for Presley to feel guilty over. Sure, she’d disobeyed Caleb’s rules, but if they were to get married, shouldn’t she have equal access to their money?
But they weren’t married, and all he requested was for her to ask before spending over two hundred dollars.
She’d spent ten times that amount.
The guilt she’d felt all day Friday returned with a vengeance. As much as she hated it, she knew Caleb had every right to be angry with her. How she wished she’d been stronger and told her friends no, but she’d been too embarrassed to admit she just couldn’t afford all the expensive purchases.
Sadly, it wasn’t the first time she’d overspent keeping up with her friends. She had her own high credit card balances to prove it. And the worst part was, she knew it wouldn’t be the last time they put her in that position.
And that… right there… was the crux of the problem. If she stayed with Caleb, she’d be forced to embarrass herself and admit she couldn’t keep spending money like they did.
Caleb’s taunt earlier about her being too old to buckle under to peer pressure goaded her, mainly because she knew he was right. The girls were her friends—her good friends. They should understand, hell even be happy for her that she loved Caleb, if she was honest and explained the situation.
Her stomach churned just thinking about everything. She knew she didn’t want to lose Caleb. The last six months since she’d met him had been the happiest of her life.
She’d been unsure and anxious when he’d introduced her to the BDSM lifestyle, but that had turned out awesome. He’d introduced the kinks slowly, giving her time to figure out what she liked and didn’t like.
Would he do the same with this whole DD thing? Thinking back to the explosion of extreme pain from just that one stroke of the wooden paddle made her nervous. She’d been sure it had been a mistake—that he hadn’t meant to make it burn so bad. Now knowing he had—and that if she stayed with him, he’d use a paddle or even worse implements for future punishments—she truly wasn’t sure if she would be able to handle the pain, or the humiliation.
The clock on the mantel chimed the top of the hour. Caleb had been gone for almost three hours. He’d be home soon and would be expecting her answer.
It was so tempting to just promise anything he asked because the thought of breaking up and never seeing him again hurt her heart. But if she stayed, it would be her ass that would be hurting instead.
Caleb was eight years older than her. He knew exactly what he wanted out of their relationship, and he’d laid his cards out on the table.
