Chapter 10

 

“Strip those clothes off.”

The gruff words floated down to her as she knelt at the foot of the bed. She hadn’t even heard him walk into the bedroom. How long had he been standing there, watching her silent, kneeling form?

Rising, she didn’t turn to him. He hadn’t ordered her to, but more than that, it felt, right… proper. A subject disrobing before her ruler, a supplicant laying herself bare for her dark, cruel god.

He waited for her as she unbuttoned her blouse with trembling fingers. He was impatient, she knew, though he made not a single sound. It always behooved one to obey with haste on a Maintenance Night. She shimmied her hips as she pushed the denim down, taking her panties with it, drawing everything off as swiftly as she could. The familiar heat of her blush bloomed on her cheeks as she bent over before him to extricate her feet from the tangle of clothing.

Then, she was naked, shivering in the cool room, exposed, vulnerable. The very thing he wanted her most to be, to know that nothing would shield her, that he denied her all ability to hide.

There was only her abject submission — and his rich enjoyment of it.

“Lace your fingers behind your head.”

Her hair was cool and silken against her hands as she submerged them in the thick locks, her elbows locked and spread wide as she knew he required.

He gave her bottom a playful slap. “Don’t go anywhere.”

“Yes, sir.”

The murmured response was unneeded but she gave it anyway. Purely for his enjoyment.

Familiar — and fear-inducing — sounds came to her as she waited, her anxiousness building by the second.

The whisper of something heavy moving across the carpeted floor. The thunk of her husband rummaging around in the walk-in closet. The pleased sound he was wont to make, that rumbled from the depths of his chest as he found something he knew he was going to like.

And that she was going to hate.

It was never good when he was looking for something in there. For, unlike other couples, Lacey’s closet held much more than her clothes — mentionable and unmentionable. It held the tools of her subjugation as well.

At her side once more, he took hold of both of her hands in one of his, a strand of her hair searing as it caught in the clench of his grip.

His voice was smooth and rich, warm at her ear. “We both know why you’re being disciplined today, but just in case I’ve missed anything, do you have any misbehavior to confess?”

Tell him.

It was past time, but she wasn’t even sure what it was she should tell him.

The truth, for starters.

“It’s… got to do with Hunter.”

“Oh?”

The word was a mere murmur, but the tone said his interest was more than piqued.

“Yes… when he called me. Told me it didn’t go well.” She swallowed down a surprisingly strong surge of shame. “I was… glad.”

“Glad that he called you?”

“No.” A deep breath had her entire body quaking. “I was glad… that it didn’t go well.”

For a second there was silence so profound that if it weren’t for the steel-hard fingers clasping her hands, she’d have thought she was suddenly alone in that room.

“You’re going to have to tell me more, aren’t you?”

“I-I shouldn’t have thought it. I don’t even know why I did. I just couldn’t help it.” She looked down, embarrassed at her selfishness. “I feel bad about it. I… thought you should know.”

“You’re a good girl for telling me.” His fingers squeezed her hands still harder. “But you know what this means for you.”

Her stomach sank. “Yes, sir.”

“It’s a small thing — but it’s still a thing.” A pause. “Hunter is our friend, and he loves his wife. The very least we can do is hope he’s able to make the life he wants for himself. Even if it’s with someone you don’t particularly like. So, you’ll have to be punished for that, along with the maintenance you’ve already got coming today. Do you agree?”

Her cheeks flamed hot, and she nodded in silence.

“Still, I’m proud of you for saying something, even though you know it’s going to cost you.”

“Yes, sir.” There would be no mercy, but she did feel better, knowing she’d at least pleased him with her honesty.

That’s not even close to the whole story, and you know it.

But it would have to do. For the time being.

“Let’s get this cute ass of yours warmed up then, shall we?”

Her stern husband didn’t wait for her response, the first smack landing so heavily that it drove her hips forward, the hot pain making her gasp, nearly causing her to lose her balance.

“Stay still,” he growled, laying down loud, hard slaps across one cheek, then the other, and back again, the feeling of being spanked while standing something she wasn’t used to. It wasn’t the first time, of course, but usually it was a couple slaps, and then it was on to something else, a preamble, an appetizer.

This was a real spanking.

In mere seconds, she was hissing between clenched teeth, her heart in her throat, the heat in her bounding, punished cheeks rising toward an unbearable scorching. His hands were so hard!

“Stop tightening.”

“I’m sorry!” she blurted, willing her ass to loosen, the searing pain clawing deep. He waited, an alluring menace at her side. His dark eagerness to continue was palpable.

She managed to obey him, her trembling bottom relaxing once more.

Another harsh slap caught her left buttock under the soft, vulnerable curve, the wobble of her flesh so mortifying it eclipsed the hot pain of the blow. “There! Good.”

A series of thunderous smacks followed, and she was left crying out at the end of it, the first shaming tear meandering down her cheek, hot saltiness at the corner of her mouth.

There would be more tears before the day was out, she was sure of that.

“That should do it for now.” His strong hand fondled her sizzling flesh. “Good color here already. Does that big bottom of yours hurt?”

“Yes, sir,” she said, her voice a mere squeak, her fingers clenched tight at the back of her head. The temptation to rub the aching heat away from her buttocks was already almost irresistible.

And her discipline was only beginning.

“Good. Off to a decent start then.”

The cool words had her trembling with dread, even as the furnace between her thighs was stoked still higher.

Her blood froze though as the little black rubber whip was dropped atop the mattress before her. The rubber stung badly indeed. She feared it perhaps more even than the cane. And there was one particular use her husband delighted in when it came to the evil implement.

Oh no.

“Turn around.”

Closing her eyes for a moment, she obeyed, already knowing what she was likely to see.

When she’d first seen it, she’d nicknamed it The Bar, a moniker which had stuck ever since. It was a simple contraption, little more than a heavy square base of varnished oak, with two uprights spanned at waist height by a narrow, padded cross piece. Its dark leather gleamed, well-worn in a pattern that perfectly matched the span of her thighs.

“You know where I want you. Over your bar. Tight.”

She shivered a little as her hips found their familiar spot. The wood creaked softly as she draped herself over the top, pulse pounding behind her eyes, her hair brushing the floor below her.

A big hand touched her hip. “Thighs apart. Good. Spread your cheeks.”

“Troy—”

“Do it.” Her reticence was amusing to him, she knew, but she was also well aware there was only so far she could take it.

There was nothing worse than exposing her ass to him though, the embarrassment so strong, she felt it might turn her inside out. Which was probably why he made her do it.

Through her legs, she could see him standing behind her, waiting, loving the process of bending her will to his. Making her do even the most mortifying things, simply because Troy demanded it.

“Lacey…”

She gripped her blazing, sore buttocks, a slow whine escaping her lips as she drew them apart, her face flooding with heat as the cool air heralded the full exposure of her secret opening to her disciplinarian husband.

“So beautiful,” he breathed, the pleasure in his voice making a smile come to her lips, even as every second of her debasement was pure torture.

He was practically obsessed with everything about her ass, a fact that was both a turn-on and a seemingly unending source of conflicted embarrassment for her. It was perhaps the one part of her body she fought with the most — and the part she most wished to change.

Her thighs, and especially her bottom, had always been well-fleshed, and though she felt her ass was far too big — he saw it as anything but. He said her thighs were “lush” and regardless of whether or not she thought her ass was a little too wide, her cheeks a little too soft, he stated multiple times that it was his.

End of.

So much did he like her just the way she was, that he once told her that she would be barred from losing any further post-baby weight if it resulted in her thighs and ass growing smaller or less rounded.

It was something she just told herself she’d have to accept, consoling herself with the fact that her husband constantly lusted after her, taking great pleasure in the use of that particular part of a body he considered to be, essentially, his property.

The thought always aroused her in a twisted, forbidden way she wasn’t even close to fully understanding. Luckily, her always demanding husband rarely gave her much time to analyze the whys of things too much. They just were.

His finger touched the sensitive flesh of her anus, and her breath caught in her throat. “Do you remember the letter I left for you? The instructions? What you could expect for each week?”

Troy’s voice was soft as velvet, but she knew better than to be fooled by it. He was the tiger circling its prey.

“Yes, sir.”

“Tell me. What happened on week number one?” His hand smoothed over the curve of her presented ass.

“I — thighs and bottom, sir.”

“With what, dear?”

Reciting the details of her subjugation was almost worse than the actual act. Almost.

“Flogger, sir.”

“Go on.”

“Week two was… breasts.”

“Was it? Use the correct words.”

She swallowed. “Do I have to?”

“Yes,” he growled, taking firm hold of one of her buttocks, squeezing tightly.

“My… tits. Sir.”

“And gorgeous tits they are, my dear. Are they still sore?”

“A little. Mostly just…nipples.”

“Good. I like the thought of you having that reminder of your session all week long.”

She had the overwhelming urge to hide her head, grateful that the hanging curtain of her hair at least allowed her the illusion of concealment. All week, her poor nipples had been chafing against even her softest bra. She’d given up on one entirely by Thursday, resorting to wearing a thick sweater to try to hide the jut of the painfully hard tips.

“You forgot something though, didn’t you?”

Oh shit.

A whisper of panic rose within her as she went over the instructions in her mind again. She’d done everything he’d asked, even right down to what she’d—

Clothes.

“I’m sorry, sir. I didn’t mean to — I just forgot today.”

“How did you fail to follow my directions? I want to hear it from your lips.”

“I… I was supposed to be naked. I’m sorry!”

He patted her bottom, a faux comforting tone to his words. “We’ll take care of that. We all forget from time to time, don’t we?”

“Yes, sir.” She knew he wasn’t going to let it slide though. Troy never, ever, let her off.

She resisted the urge to move from her position though; that would only make it worse for her. The fact she was holding her own buttocks wide, blatantly displaying her asshole to him as he practically promised she was going to be further punished had her shuddering with dread and embarrassment. He always found novel, subtle ways to indulge his sadistic streak.

And though she regretted it when it came time to pay the toll, she wouldn’t want things to be any different.

She needed what he loved to give.

“And what is in store for you this week, bad girl?”

“A-anal punishment. Sir.”

Goose flesh spread across her skin at the words, but it didn’t stop the surge of heat between her thighs, the tightening deep in her belly at the dark prospect of what was to come.

“That’s correct.” There was a soft sound, a whisper of air against her nakedness, as something swung through the air behind her. His palm spread upon the small of her back, his thumb just dipping into the upper cleft of her well-spread bottom.

“Keep them open. Very wide now.” He slapped her ass. “More than that.”

She yawned her buttocks still further apart, the thought of what she must look like, the image of her abject debasement, enough to make her softly whimper.

“Good.” The cold thin leather laid itself down the length of her cleft, the rounded tip tickling the secret entrance between the quivering cheeks.

“Oh God, please, sir!” He’d only ever inflicted this punishment once before, and though it was many months ago, the memory of the pain was still seared into her memory.

“Be very still now.”

Then there was a muffled snapping sound, and a harsh sting across her anus. She yelped, too shocked to do much more.

He said nothing as he landed another stroke, in nearly the identical spot, the sting a solid line traversing most of the length of her tender cleft. He tapped her gently with the whip, as if to measure the next strike, and she made a tiny sound of protest.

One he totally ignored.

Another harsh, stinging line was imprinted between her buttocks, the burning sting so bad, she gripped her cheeks feverishly, sure her fingernails would leave impressions in her soft flesh.

“Oh, my God!” she blurted, her breathing coming in pants.

Two more strokes followed, and she burst up at the fifth one, jumping in place, her hips squeaking against the leather as she squeezed her eyes shut.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

“I— God — I’m sorry. Sir. It’s…hurts!”

“Which is exactly the intention.” His hand squeezed her shoulder. “Back down now, disobedient girl. You’re not done yet.”

Miserably, she allowed herself to be jackknifed back over the bar, his hand spread upon her upper back ensuring she’d been folded down to his satisfaction. His fingers played with the dangling length of her hair for a moment, then he stood back once again.

A tap of the rubber length against her now throbbing anus had her tensing again.

“Relax them. You can’t spread properly with that clenching. Present your bottom properly, Lacey.”

“Y-yes, sir.” A tear spilled over, dropping to the floor below, as she pried her buttocks even further apart. “I’m sorry.”

“I know, dear. Be strong now.”

One, two, three strokes followed, painting stinging hurt upon the tender entrance to her bottom, the soft, vulnerable flesh like fire now. She bit down a cry at the last two, managing to keep hold of her buttocks but unable to suppress the writhing of her hips against the unmovable leather-covered bar she was draped over.

His fingers touched and caressed her burning anus. “Nice and red now. Swollen a little too. Hurt?”

“Yes, sir!”

“Too much?”

She swallowed down a protest, two more tears plummeting toward the carpet. “No, sir.”

“Good.” The rubber implement stroked the side of her hip slowly. “You did well with that, Lace. Very well.”

“Yes, sir.”

Though she knew she shouldn’t think in such a way, his praise helped. It didn’t change the fact it hurt like hell, but she wanted to please him — even if the cause of his approval was simply being obedient while he harshly punished her ass.

She knew it made no sense. She wanted him to punish her quite harshly, she needed him to take her past what she thought she could take.

And yet, she wanted him to be pleased with the way she behaved while he laid down pure hell across her naked, subjugated flesh.

It didn’t have to make sense though. It was a need both satisfied in the other, pieces that could only fit together one way.

A match of dark, twisted perfection.

The pat of his palm against her still-warm bottom brought her back to the present. “Up on the bed, girl. I want you as far down toward the foot of the bed as you can get. Hands and knees.”

She straightened, her head spinning for one second as she pushed away from the bar. He spun her around, cupping her chin in his big palm, easing it up as his dark eyes regarded her. She saw his raw lust in their depths, but there was also warmth in them, a deep pleasure at what he was doing — and what he was forcing her to do.

“You’re okay. We’re okay.” He kissed her lips. “You’re a good girl.”

It was quick, light, not much more than a peck, but in that tiny gesture of affection, she found the renewal of that connection, that affirmation that he was here with her, no matter what happened.

That he’d never make her take more than she was ready for.

The cleft of her bottom seething, but her heart soaring, she clambered onto the mattress, positioning her knees near the very end of the bed, her naked feet dangling over the edge.

“Knees wide. Now stay very still.”

She tried to peek over her shoulder at him, but he slapped her bottom hard, making her yelp. “Eyes forward.”

Snapping her head around to stare at the massive headboard, she tried to calm her breathing as she waited, her breasts, heavy and swollen with her arousal, swaying gently below her. He walked into their bathroom then, leaving her bottom up on their huge bed, the carved wood of the posts her only company in the quiet room. What was he up to?

Nothing good, that’s what.

Unfamiliar rustling and bumps sounded behind her, then the gentle lilt of running water from the bathroom. Troy’s soft sound of appreciation of the tableau she presented for him, perched quietly on their marriage bed, was her confirmation that he was back with her once more.

The backs of his hands brushed her inner thighs as he slid something across the comforter below her. She looked down between her pendulous breasts, and gasped.

It was a thick, black towel. That could mean only one thing.

Oh, dear God.

“Troy — sir — what are you…?”

“Oh, I think you know.”

Her blood froze at the impish glee in his deep voice.

Before she could say another word, cold wetness was slapped onto her still throbbing anus, his finger ensuring it was well-coated before he took hold of her ass cheek. “Push out.”

The lubricated tip of his finger pushed in immediately, and he pulled it out, only to plunge in once more, slipping more cool wetness deep into her body.

She was already shaking before the familiar blunt nose of the bung was presented to her entrance. “This will ensure you don’t expel until I want you to. Relax that bottom, dear.”

“Troy… oh Jesus,” she hissed as the cold rubber spread her open, plugging her anus snugly. He advanced and retreated the rubber far more than he needed to, making a pleased sound at her sharp intake of breath at each new stretching open of the throbbing muscle. “I think this will do just fine. Are you ready to be a good girl for me?”

“Yes… I don’t know what—”

“This is part of your punishment, Lacey. We’re not even close to done dealing with this bottomhole of yours, trust me on that.”

He did not give her many enemas, but when he did, it was never — ever — pleasant. She knew this instance would be no different.

“You don’t like this, do you?”

“No, sir.” She only just managed to keep the vehemence out of her voice.

“Why? I want you to tell me.”

Oh, please don’t make me!

“I’m waiting, Lace. I want you to say it.”

“I… it’s, well, it’s dirty. It’s embarrassing.” She shuddered again as he pressed the rubber plug deep again. “It’s private.”

He laughed softly, caressing the curve of her ass. “There isn’t a single thing dirty about you, beautiful. Disobedient, defiant — maybe even a little stubborn? Yes.” He pressed a gentle, lingering kiss to the crowns of both of her buttocks. “But never dirty.”

He walked around from behind, sitting on the heavy chest at the foot of the bed, stroking the line of her back with his fingertips.

She turned her face toward him, her teeth worrying her lip.

He beamed at her. “As for private? You know there’s nothing I allow you to hide from me. Nothing. Not even this.”

With a fond pat to her bottom, he rose, moving out of the line of her sight. She snuck a glance behind her, her heart in her throat as she saw, hanging high upon one of the posts, a clear bag filled with sudsy liquid, a hose descending from the bottom of it to drape over one of her hips. The hook at the top of the bag hung from one of the gleaming steel rings affixed at strategic places up and down the lengths of each of the bed posts.

The click behind her heralded the flow entering her bowels, the feeling alien and humiliating both, the muffled sounds of the water draining only heightening her embarrassment.

“That’s good. This first one isn’t too bad. You can take it.”

First one?

He stood behind her in silence as her bottom drank down its bitter fill. Her embarrassment kept her from looking behind her as the bag emptied, the pressure building in her belly. The first gurgle made her whimper, her head hanging down, her cheeks burning.

“It’s okay, girl, almost all of it’s in now. Just a little more.”

Then it was empty, and he sat upon the bed next to her.

“I think ten minutes should do.”

“Please, Troy!”

“You’ve taken longer before.”

Knowing further argument was likely to get her into more trouble, she looked away, grateful for the concealment her long hair afforded her, at least partially shielding the shame burning upon her cheeks.

She couldn’t help but notice the huge bulge at the crotch of his jeans as he gently stroked the swollen curve of her belly, cooing softly to her each time a mortifying gurgle sounded in the quiet room. The first cramp took her by surprise — as they always did — and she bit off a cry at the discomfort.

“You never look more beautiful than when you’re in distress,” he murmured, seemingly to himself, his big hand smoothing leisurely over the prominence of his genitals. “I’m going to hell for thinking it, but it’s the hottest fucking thing on earth.”

She stayed silent, but was unable to peel her gaze from his presented arousal. As if responding to her frank appraisal, he unbuttoned his fly, pulling the heavy shaft of his cock free, stroking it to a long, thick erection.

Her mouth began to water as she stared at his huge fist stroking up and down the length, his grip tight, the congested veins of his penis swelling visibly as he squeezed it at the top, the broad head an angry crimson. He said nothing as he worked his cock, as if content to torment her in silence as he took his selfish pleasure in her subjugation, her debasement. Soon enough, the tip wept clear fluid, and he seemed to take great pleasure in collecting it upon the tips of his fingers, and repeatedly painting her lips with it. The scent of his arousal was all around her, and she tasted his essence, even as the cramps began coming on stronger and stronger.

At last, he gave her a small nod. “I think time’s about up.”

Sliding off the bed, he rested a heavy hand on her hip, tugging at the plug. “Clench that bottom as I pull this out. I don’t want a drop spilled. You understand?”

“Yes, sir,” she replied with a frantic whisper.

Then the rubber plug was gone, and she tightened desperately, praying she’d avoid shaming herself still further. His murmur was pleased as he stood up, patting her hip fondly.

“You may void, dear.”

She dashed off the bed, holding her belly with one hand, running to the bathroom. As she sat down upon the toilet, she held her head in her hands, the shaming sounds loud in the tiled room.

Cleaning herself up, she walked back out to her waiting husband, her legs like jelly, her belly roiling with both nerves and the remnants of her dose. He stood leaning a shoulder against the bed post, the deflated bag hanging next to him. His very hard, very erect cock jutted blatantly from his open fly, the dark hair on his flat, muscled belly just hinted at below the hem of his black shirt.

“Back on the bed now. Time for your second dose.”

“Please, Troy, I… don’t need any more.” She said it even as she climbed upon the mattress.

Miraculously, he seemed to take her little objection in stride, perhaps regarding it as something she couldn’t really help. “That’s a girl, hands and knees again. Same spot. Wait right there.”

She hung her head as she listened to the sounds of running water once more from the bathroom. Swallowing down a whimper as he slicked up her bottomhole once more, she let out a long shaky breath as he pushed the cool plug home, her sphincter squeezing involuntarily tight.

“Get ready,” he rumbled, slapping a hand upon her hip, the tell-tale clicking sounding immediately after.

The fluid was warmer this time, and unlike the first dose, cramping began almost immediately, making her gasp as her insides registered their protest.

“More soap this time, my dear. Try to breathe through the cramping. I want you to hold this for fifteen.”

“Fifteen! Please!”

“Are you refusing, girl?”

He palmed one of her buttocks, gripping her firmly, waiting for her response.

Though it would have been a lie for her to say she hadn’t considered it, she shook her head slowly, her words a mere pained whisper. “No, sir. I’ll…I’ll obey.”

“Good girl,” he said, caressing her bottom. “I’m proud of you.”

As they waited in silence for the rest of the fluid to drain into her bowels, she winced at the audible roiling sounds accompanying her body taking the full measure of what felt like a very large dose indeed. Pronouncing the bag depleted, he took a seat next to her once again, sitting closer to allow him to stroke the dramatic bulge of her belly hanging below her.

“Please, sir. It…hurts.” She hissed, a strong cramp rippling through her bowels. “God!”

“You can do this. Just breathe, girl.” She tried to calm her panting, sweat breaking out upon her upper lip, her cleavage growing humid and slick with perspiration.

Just breathe. Breathe.

She was begging at the end, an inchoate pleading he dismissed with indulgent smiles, and slow shakes of his head. Blessedly, the fifteen minutes came to an end and he dismissed her to the bathroom with a smack to her ass. “Don’t dawdle.”

Her entire body trembling with nerves, her gaze never left the floor as she padded back out to him, her face aflame with her blushing. “Please, sir. Please. No more, please.”

He stroked the hair from her humid forehead, kissing her locks. “All done with your enema, sweetie. I think you need some time to think though.”

What?

She looked up at him, her heart beginning to gallop, realizing her ordeal wasn’t yet at an end.

He grinned down at her, his eyes glittering, his muscled forearm rippling as he stroked his cock languidly. “Time to go to your corner, bad girl.”

* * *

 

The crestfallen look on her blushing face only made his cock swell even more, his chest tight with his arousal.

As she began to shuffle dejectedly toward her waiting corner, he suddenly remembered an item he wanted to try. Grabbing her by the upper arm, he directed her back to the padded bar instead.

With a palm planted between her delicate shoulder blades, he folded her over it, her wild eyes looking back at him, confusion in her gorgeous gaze as he forced her to bend.

“Just wait here,” he growled. “You’ll be fine. Grasp your ankles and be still.”

He’d ordered the oil from a spanking and corporal punishment paraphernalia site Von had recommended to him. This particular formula was infused with pure ginger, and it was supposed to be quite effective in the absence of an actual ginger fig, and indeed was purportedly even hotter when applied to certain sensitive portions of the anatomy.

Retrieving it from the bathroom mirror cabinet, he found her just where he’d left her, her round bottom blushing brightly, her gorgeous thighs tense and trembling. Her position partially exposed the cleft between her cheeks, the stark pink lines left from the whip still pleasingly visible across her pale flesh. Her little anus, struck several times directly by the viper tip of the rubber implement, was still quite red from both the punishment and the multiple enemas.

There was more in store for that adorable bottomhole.

She jerked as he perched the glass jar atop the crown of one of her buttocks.

“Don’t move, girl. We don’t want to spill your hot oil, do we?”

Lacey made a frightened, confused sound, but had the sense to obey him, growing quite still as he dipped the brush into the thick liquid.

Using a hand to pry one buttock away from its twin, he spread the clear fluid over her cringing asshole, her buttocks trying to draw closed as the ginger immediately worked upon the inflamed tissues.

“What? Troy, that… oh my God, it’s burning!”

“That’s the idea.” He recharged the brush, letting her cheeks close, curious what she’d do.

Instantly, she clenched her bottom tight, her cleft reducing to a thin line. Then she gasped, her hips shaking, her bottom relaxing, the lush globes wobbling as she hopped up and down, even in the awkward position.

He slapped her ass, hard, enjoying the bloom of the angry crimson handprint upon the flushed, smooth skin, the blow making her ass ripple pleasingly. “Stop that dancing, girl.”

“I… can’t!”

“You’ve got two choices. You can keep squeezing — which as you just found out, only makes it worse. Or you can keep yourself spread obediently for your husband, and spare yourself at least the worst of the heat. Which is it going to be?”

Her hands instantly reached back, hauling her buttocks wide open, the exposed anus gleaming brightly with the ginger oil. “Oh, my God. Burns!”

“Then it’s working as it should, sweetie.” He brushed more oil upon her anus, then up into her cleft, knowing it would sting the welts there too. Lacey squealed as he applied it, but managed to stay in place, no doubt knowing he’d make it worse if she broke position.

“Up you go now.” He drew her upright again by a fistful of her hair. He was pleased to note she still obediently clutched her bottom cheeks, displaying her glistening, inflamed anus. With a loud, harsh smack to her ass, he released her. “Into your corner now.”

The sight of her forlornly looking over her shoulder at him before pressing her nose to the corner almost had him coming in his pants right there. Few things were sweeter than an intimately applied, and diabolically effective, punishment given to your yielding, submissive wife.

But he wasn’t done.

Setting the ginger oil on the floor, where she could see it clearly — and know it was easily at hand should be need to apply more of it — he stood behind her, taking in the silent form of his humbled wife. There was something about seeing her waiting quietly in her corner that provoked, that called to him to keep at her, to amplify her surrender to his will, no matter how selfish it may be.

“Put your arms on each wall, and shuffle away from the corner.”

She seemed confused as to what he wanted, so he took hold of her cool hips, and yanked them back. “Bend over. More. Now, lean your forearms along each wall.”

She grunted, frustrated, trying to find a position she could hold. “I… I don’t think I can.”

He drank in the shake and shiver of her bottom cheeks as she shifted her feet. It was a truly awkward position — which was entirely the point.

He sighed with mock exasperation. “Since you can’t follow directions, I’ve changed my mind. Squat down. Right where you are.”

She chanced a puzzled glance back at him, which made him growl.

“Eyes on your corner, bad girl.” He slapped her ass, and she bit off a yelp. “Do as you’re told. Or we can add more of your oil to that asshole of yours.”

“No! Okay…I’m…”

She dropped down, seemingly unsure where to put her hands, settling for resting them upon her bent knees.

“Right down. Just like a catcher.”

He chuckled at the double entendre. She was only minutes from catching something. A very hard, very long something.

Waiting patiently for her to comply, he was pleased to see her finally find the prescribed pose. It was one of the harsher stress positions, but both of them knew that at that moment, considering the flaming heat consuming her anus and perineum, the squat was likely a mercy, stress position or not.

Her buttocks yawned wide apart, the plump globes round and deeply cleft, the glistening tight whorl nestling between them still quite slick with the oil. He longed to touch it, but decided to let the unguent do its fiendish work.

Her pussy pouted blatantly below the spread of her smooth cheeks, soft and pulsing, the seam of her lips partially splayed, the bright pink of her inner flesh catching the light. Her liquid excitement clearly coated the swollen labia, calling to him to slip his fingers, his tongue, his cock deep between them.

All in good time.

“Widen your feet, girl. If you’re going to show off your bottomhole like a wanton slut, I want to clearly see it. More!”

He stroked his fingers through her hair, and even there, he could feel the trembling tension in her body, her scalp hot as his harsh words made her blush furiously.

Her delicate white feet eased further apart, her lush thighs shaking ever so slightly under the tension of her position.

“I… I don’t know if… I can stay like this.”

“Maybe not.” He strolled over to the chair at the opposite corner of the bedroom, turning it so it faced the broad, white bottom posed over slender, pale heels. “But if you break position before given permission, we’ll be adding ten with the cane to tonight’s festivities.”

“Troy!”

“You just doubled the count with that little outburst. Should we triple it instead?”

She wisely stayed silent as he took his ease, crossing his legs as he leaned back into the plush chair, sighing as his body sank into the soft cushions.

He watched her for a long while, his obedient Lacey crouched tightly in her lonely corner. Her slender back, her dark locks cascading down between her shoulder blades, narrowed at the waist, the wide, dramatic sweep of her hips made even more impressive by forcing her to crouch so tightly. It made her gorgeous, round bottom even more irresistible — something he didn’t know was possible.

Every now and then, her buttocks clenched, the glistening bottomhole winking out of sight to the accompaniment of Lacey’s gasp.

“Burning?”

“Yes, sir. A… lot.”

“Poor girl.” He grasped the aching length of his penis, sorely tempted to stroke his erection until he was ready to spray his seed all over the ass displayed blatantly by his compliant wife. There were few things as erotic as drawing out her ordeal, as imposing his selfish, even cruel, whims upon her. Forcing her to obey, even in her own debasement, made her submission to him that much sweeter.

That it also held a note of injustice only turned him on more. And though she was loath to admit it, he knew it filled her with a confusing, shamed arousal too.

After five minutes, he slapped his thigh, fingering the heavy stainless steel toy he’d bought just for this particular interlude.

“Come over here.”

She slowly rose, her gait hesitant as she turned, her hands clenched to nervous fists at her sides, the sway of her breasts supremely distracting as she moved. He sorely wanted to fling her to the floor and take her right then, plunge his cock deep into that wet, needy cunt she’d been displaying so prettily.

But it wasn’t the time for that.

“Over my lap,” he barked at her, meeting her eyes. “Right over. Stop stalling.”

Wrapping a hand around her upper arm, he helped her assume the time-honored pose, stroking and caressing the sweet backside presented upon his lap. He wiggled beneath her, the hot, hard bar of his erection laid against the soft curve of her hip, the coolness of her skin making him grit his teeth with the effort it took to keep from thrusting against her.

She squirmed slyly against him, and he murmured a soft admonishment, giving her ass a warning slap.

Slickening up the heavy steel, he addressed her in a smooth, measured voice. “Now, this is to remind you what I expect — and to get you ready for what’s to come.”

He held the plug down before her hanging face, her sharp gasp a pleasant confirmation she’d seen what was monogrammed on the wide base of the toy.

She shivered her way through a further application of cool lubrication to her cringing anus, the steel pushing her reluctant flesh wide as he gently eased the plug inside her. Her ass squeezed down tight upon it as he pressed the plug deeper inside her.

Shallow, rapid breaths accompanied the full seating of the broad metal toy between the trembling cheeks of her bottom. He patted her fondly. “Back to your corner with you.” The tip of his cock, precome welling from it, left a line of sticky wetness along her hip as she pushed herself up from his lap.

Her uncomfortable waddle, legs wider than normal, made him groan with need. Slowly, she assumed her humiliating crouch again, clearly displaying between the soft, broad buttocks the word engraved in stark block lettering upon the plug.

OBEY

He made her wait in her corner for a few minutes more, then sprang from his chair, striding toward Lacey. The vision of that sweet, tight bottomhole spread painfully wide around that gleaming metal spiraled his lust higher, the shaming word embossed on the plug’s base amplifying the erotic power of the spectacle of her surrender. The sight stirred dark needs within him, the urge to claim her anew something he could no longer fight.

He roughly yanked her to her feet with a fistful of her long, dark hair, Lacey letting out a pained moan, but not resisting. Dragging her back onto the bed, he forced her to kneel upon the mattress.

“Head down, slut. All the way. I want those big tits flat against that bed.” Her bottom bloomed into its full, mouthwatering glory as she obeyed, Troy taking a moment to savor the incredible sight, his erection twitching, a solid truncheon of need jutting from between his thighs. The spicy scent of her arousal was strong now, and it made his cock drip even more precome.

Peeling himself away from the lurid sight of Lacey prostrate before him, he retrieved the last of the items from their walk-in closet. Dropping them upon the mattress, he took her by the hair once more, hauling her head back until her body was a taut arch, her breaths panicked pants at the harsh grip of his fingers in the thick tresses. He looked down upon her, his arousal so strong his muscles vibrated with it.

“Open your mouth.”

She complied instantly, her eyes wide, fixed upon him with a fearful intensity he savored. The thick leather covered dowel he set between her white teeth pushed down her tongue, and she gagged a little, her eyes rolling back for a moment as he seated the bit fully, the corners of her mouth forced into a rictus.

He gave her a quick grin before covering up her lovely, frightened eyes with the obsidian silk blindfold, fastening it snugly enough to drown her in blackness, leaving her only sound and touch, her last connections to her world.

“Get your head back down,” he growled, giving her a sharp shake by the rein of her hair. Whimpering, she pressed her cheek to the comforter, her body vibrating with an electric need, her pussy openly weeping clear juices now. “Push your hands back under you, between your legs. I want you gripping those ankles as tightly as you can now.”

He watched her obey, and he took hold of his cock while he looked on, giving it a long, tight stroke that had his head spinning.

Her hands in the proper position, he wrapped the leather straps about each wrist, binding them to her legs. She pulled at them, as if to test their strength, and he slapped her bottom harshly, the handprint going yellow-white, then darkening to a deep pink upon her soft, punished flesh. “You know better than that. Don’t move unless I tell you to, yes?”

She nodded quickly, the cruel gag enforcing her silence.

He regarded the red, blatantly displayed anus stretched tightly around the humiliating plug tucked within the cleft of her widespread buttocks. If anything, her bottomhole looked more inflamed than ever. He touched it, tracing the delicate flesh where it swallowed the heavy steel, and she jerked, her hamstrings going taut for a moment.

“This little hole still burning?”

Her nod was almost frantic.

“Let’s see if we can give you some relief then.” He grasped the end of her plug with the tips of his fingers, pulling slowly. “Let go of your toy now.”

A long, soft exhalation of Lacey’s breath accompanied the removal of the stout plug.

Generous with the olive oil, he poured a line of it down from the top of her cleft, rubbing it into her slightly gaping anus thoroughly with his slickened fingertips. Her soul-deep moans testified to the effectiveness of the oil in reducing the raging heat of the ginger. Taking his time to coat her well, he pressed a finger into her ass, slipping it in easily, making her hips cant up as he wiggled the tip deep within. Withdrawing it, he added some especially slick silicone-based lubricant to his fingers, then pushed two of them inside. She was quite used to this treatment, bearing down well as he sought purchase within the tight ring of muscle.

“There’s a girl. Keep it relaxed for me. You know what’s coming, don’t you?” He kept them pressed in to the knuckles for a moment as he addressed her. “First, we’re going to get you nice and slick, then you’re going to take my cock in your tight ass. I’m going to fuck this hole of yours, and I’m going to fuck it hard. You are to be a very good girl, and take your husband’s cock obediently and quietly.”

He withdrew his fingers and climbed onto the bed behind her, drinking in the sight of her delicious display of utter submission. “You are not to come from this, Lacey girl. This is for me, not for you. Understand?”

She whimpered into the blankets, but nodded reluctantly.

“I know you’ve developed quite the anal fixation lately, but you will not allow yourself to orgasm during your ass fucking. This is punishment, not reward. You disobey me in this, and you’re not going to like the consequences.” He slapped his heavy shaft against her now very wet anus, squeezing her soft buttocks around his penis as he thrust it a few times within the cleft of her ass. “Now open that big bottom of yours and let me in.”

The angry purplish head pressed to the dusky whorl, and he eased it forward. “Let it in, girl. Push back on it. Okay, good, more now.”

Her hole opened enough to let the tip of his cock sink into her heat, the sphincter still tight despite the preparation of both the plug and his fingers.

“Oh Christ, that’s good,” he said, his voice taut, as he sank slowly within. She sucked in a quick breath when he advanced a little too fast. He caressed her hip. “It’s okay, almost there. I want you to take all of it. A little more.”

The sight of her bright pink anus swallowing the broadest part of his slick, veined erection almost had him emptying his balls right then and there, but he squeezed tight, holding off an embarrassingly early eruption.

He still had a long, hard ride to give her, and nothing was going to stop him from giving her just that.

Thrusting all the way until his thighs pressed snugly to hers, he breathed deeply, savoring the heat and clench of her opening.

“You know what I expect, slut,” he growled, pulling back until just the swollen head remained within her. “Nice and slack as I push in, squeeze like a good girl as I pull out. I want you to show your husband just how obedient you can be even when you’re having your ass fucked nice and hard.”

He took hold of her hair, holding it like a rein, his other hand clamped to her hip as he began a steady, deep plunge and retreat, savoring each slow pass of his swollen cock through the heavenly clench of her most private opening.

It was impossible to maintain his control as long as he wanted to though, and soon enough he was giving her the full length of him, his heavy, aching balls slapping her sodden, dripping pussy with each thrust, a harsh gasp forced from her lungs each time the broad head of his cock probed especially deeply.

It wasn’t until her hips began to rotate against him as he sounded the depths of her bowels that he paused, pulling from her ass, making her yelp with the discomfort of the abrupt exit.

He spread her pussy wide, crouching down to get a good look. “Your cunt is like a fucking river, Lacey-girl.” Slicking back her hood, he exposed the very red, very swollen bead, quite prominent now. “This clit looks ready to explode.” He squeezed it, and she cried out around her gag. “But orgasms are for good girls. Not for you.”

Her ardor sufficiently dampened, he stepped up onto the bed, pressing the head of his cock home once more, Lacey obediently opening for him immediately. Letting out a satisfied sigh, he sank deep again — then took up a hard, even brutal thrusting, crouched over her, the angle allowing him to go the deepest yet, each thrust making her groan as the room filled with the sounds of flesh slapping flesh.

He splayed a palm over the side of her face, pressing her cheek to the bed. “Squeeze, slut! Squeeze that cock.”

She complied and he groaned with it, the tingling boil beginning at the base of his testicles. He pounded her ass then, not saying a word to her, making her feel each punishing thrust. This wasn’t loving union; this was claiming, a lustful reaffirmation of her utter submission to her lord and master, the man who owned her body, heart, and soul.

Finally, he could hold back no more, grunting as he pressed deeply, his thrusts frantic as he emptied his balls deep into her bowels, Lacey groaning as he jerked against her once, twice, a third time, his orgasm making him light-headed, the pleasure intense, overwhelming.

He pulled his glistening, semen-soaked shaft from her ass, and stood over her a moment, breathing hard, grinning down at her, at her sweet yielding to even his darkest demands.

He loosened her wrists, but left the gag and blindfold in place. Lacey sagged down, collapsing on her side, her breasts stirring with her deep, rapid breaths. Her cheeks were flushed, a lock of her dark hair sticking to the corner of her gagged mouth.

Troy said nothing to her as he returned to his chair, savoring her subjugation, watching her where she lay curled upon the bed, the pleasing roundness of her bottom turned toward him. A thick, pearly bead of his semen slipped from her sorely-used bottomhole, leaving a trail of slickness down the inner curve of her soft, trembling thigh.

In that quiet chamber, the room hanging heavy with the scent of sex, and feminine surrender, he smiled triumphantly at the sight before him, luxuriating in the erotic tableau of her conquered, exhausted body. For no matter how harsh he was with her, regardless of what trials he put her through on Maintenance Night, there was a singular truth about all of it.

At that moment, Troy had never loved his wife more.