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She held it out to him. “How do you want me, Sir?” she asked.

He took the paddle from her, any hesitation he’d had about giving her these five disappearing. She wanted it.

“Lie on your stomach and slip my pillow beneath your hips,” he said.

She pushed the blankets off and positioned his pillow beneath her hips, then tucked her arms under her chest.

“I’m ready. I think. Sir.”

Michael looked at her, his cock thicker and harder at the sight of her lying there offering herself up to him. He’d always loved her ass. Sophie didn’t have much in the way of breasts, less than a handful even, but her ass more than made up for it. She was thin with a fairly small waist, but her hips swelled nicely, her buttocks round and lush for the rest of her petite form. She was still marked from last night, but he’d get better at this, figure out how to use the various implements, what to do when. Last night when he’d asked her to go stand in the corner, it had just seemed like a natural transition. The way they’d fucked, the image of her on all fours would be branded on his mind forever. He felt like some part of him had come up for air. It was strange, something he didn’t understand.

He’d talk to Kyan some more. They’d spent over an hour talking yesterday and Michael trusted that he’d done nothing but behave in a polite, gentlemanly manner with his wife. He’d genuinely wanted to help her, guide her. Michael knew it was strange, but he somehow trusted the man.

Sophie glanced over her shoulder at him and he realized all this time he was thinking, watching, enjoying, she’d been anticipating.

“I like the look of your ass,” he said. “Face forward and we’ll get this done. If you move your hands out to cover yourself, we’ll have a repeat of last night when I get home from work. Clear?”

“Yes, Sir.”

She turned and when he touched the paddle to her buttock, she immediately clenched.

“No. Keep them soft, I want them soft.”

It took her a moment, but she did it and he raised the paddle. Although he used half the force he’d used last night, he made sure to bring it down over a bruise, unable to resist doing so. It satisfied him in a strange, unnatural, unnerving way.

Sophie made a sound, as if breath was forced from her with the blow, but he didn’t pause. He struck again on her other cheek, on another bruise that marked the sit spot, watching her fleshy buttocks flattening out and then bouncing back after the strike. Even as the strokes were at half the strength, he imagined they would have felt worse to her over her already sore bottom.

He rubbed her buttocks again with the paddle and she remained in position until he delivered the final blows. He wondered if she’d be able to take a beating like last night in silence once she was better trained. The thought intrigued him, excited some part of him. He liked the idea of her submitting to it without needing to be held down. It turned him on. Although the thought of her in bonds also turned him on.

He checked himself and set the paddle down. What the hell was wrong with him? This was his wife he was talking about beating.

“It’s over, baby,” he said, kneeling on the bed to massage her buttocks.

“Those hurt.”

“Probably because of last night, I hardly used any force this morning.”

She eyed his cock when she turned over onto her side.

“You don’t get to come this morning. Not until after I’m gone at least,” he said. “Instead, you get to suck my cock. I’m going to come in your mouth and you’re going to swallow. If you spill any of it, I’ll paddle you again tonight, understand?” he asked, his voice not hard, just aroused.

She licked her lips as he brought her head toward his cock. She opened her mouth and touched the tip of her tongue to the head of it, circling first, then taking him into her mouth. He could just reach her ass and slipped his hand between her legs.

“Christ, your pussy is soaked, girl,” he said. He pressed one finger inside her, then two before moving to rub her clit.

She moaned and slowed her sucking.

“No, don’t come. If you come, you’ll be in trouble.”

This time her sound was one of pure displeasure, but she refocused her attention where he wanted it, on his cock. He’d never pushed her to take him to the back of her throat. Whenever she gagged, he’d back off, but this morning, he pressed on.

She looked up at him, her eyes filled with tears, and he put his hands on either side of her head.

“You can do it, Soph. Relax your throat, open for me. That’s it, girl,” he coached. “I’m going to fuck your mouth more often. Look at me, baby; keep those gorgeous eyes on me. I want to watch you swallow.”

His grip on her hair tightened and with the next thrust, his cock twitched, then pumped the first stream of semen down her throat. He watched her take it, her tears making him want to go deeper, to fill her up. Only when he was thoroughly spent did he slowly pull out. He then watched her, her eyes still turned up to his. She put a hand over her mouth, but did as she’d been told, swallowing what was left.

Michael smiled. “Good girl,” he said, petting her head. He sat down and she laid her head on his lap. “I wish I didn’t have to go to these meetings,” he said. His flight to Paris was in two hours.

“It’s just one night at least.”

“You’re sweet,” he said, looking down at her, touching her cheek.

She turned her head to kiss his palm. He allowed it, watching her all the while as she looked up at him, her eyes filled with an adoration he’d not seen before. When she smiled, he took his thumb and touched it to her lips, then, pushing slightly, traced the shape of them.

“I want you to do something for me,” he began.

“Okay, what?”

“I want you waxed bare front to back. Take all the hair off your pussy for me. Can you do that?”

“Ouch,” she said. “Sadist,” she added, joking.

He paused, looking at her.

“I’ll make an appointment for next week.”

He shook his head. “Sooner,” he said.

“But the bruises,” she began.

“It’s none of anyone’s business.”

“Okay,” she said.

“Get back into bed, get some more sleep,” he said.

She put his pillow back on his side of the bed and lay on her side, still looking at him. Michael tucked her in.

“You okay?” he asked, rubbing her temple with the back of his hand.

She smiled and nodded. “Yes,” she said. “More than okay.”

“We’ll talk about what happened last night when I get home. Get our feelings sorted. Yeah?” he asked, suddenly worried he shouldn’t be leaving her alone, worried she might need him.

She must have seen it in his eyes because she sat up and took his hand, bringing it to her face. She closed her eyes and laid her cheek in his palm. “Don’t worry, I’m okay. I’m happy,” she said, opening her eyes to gaze at him. “I’m happy that I don’t have to hide anymore.”

Michael cupped her face and brought his lips to her forehead, just pressing them against her. “I love you, baby.”

“I love you.”

* * *

Sophie watched as he walked out, closing the bedroom door behind him. She climbed out of the bed and opened the curtains. Michael went out the front door, slipping his arm through his jacket. She heard the beeping of the car door and watched as he slid his computer bag into the back seat before climbing into the driver’s side. Before he closed the door, he glanced up and caught her eye. He raised a hand and smiled a small smile, then closed the door and drove off.

She turned back into the room and looked around. Finding the paddle on the floor, she picked it up. Her bottom twitched and her pussy clenched. The sensations so opposed one another, but at the same time, went hand in hand. Walking to the full-length mirror, she turned to look at herself. She gasped at what she saw there.

The strokes he’d delivered this morning had freshened the pink of her otherwise normally pale skin and her flesh was bruised in a few spots. The paddling had hurt much worse than it ever had in her fantasies, but in truth, she was glad for it. The night had gone very differently from how she’d imagined it would, but in a way, it had been easier. His finding her as she’d left the club was more of a blessing. For her at least. She’d have to call Kyan, make sure he was okay. Thank him even.

She made the bed and went to have a shower. She waited until it was a little past ten in the morning to make the call.

“Kyan van de Brink,” he answered on the second ring. This was a very Dutch thing. They all answered the phone saying their name. It was still strange to her.

“Um, hi, Kyan. It’s me, Sophie,” she said.

“Good morning,” Kyan said. “Should I ask how you are?”

“Well, my bottom’s a little sore…” she began, embarrassed but also at ease enough to share this with him.

“Your husband jumped the gun when he saw you leave yesterday,” Kyan said.

“Are you okay?” she asked.

“I’m fine. The bruise will heal. Michael’s not an unreasonable man, and quite frankly, I may have done worse if I’d seen someone kissing my Julia.”

“I’m sorry you got hurt,” she said.

“Never mind that. How did it go for you?” he asked.

“I suppose it was a blessing in disguise for me,” she said. “I didn’t have to bring it up. He did.”

“I thought he might. Go on.”

“He was more upset that I hadn’t told him than anything else. You were right, Kyan,” she said.

“I’m glad for that. Let me ask you something else, though. Do you feel like you were able to get what you needed from him last night?”

Sophie rubbed her bottom. “Yes,” she said, knowing it was so much more than the spanking itself.

She could almost hear him smile on the other side of the phone. “I’m glad.”

“Should I…” She felt strange, but the idea just came up so she asked. “Should I return the paddle to you, by the way?” What was the proper etiquette for such things?

Now she did hear his chuckle. “No, consider it my gift to you both. I hope I’ll see you again sometime? With Michael’s permission, of course.”

“Me too. He’s out of town tonight, but when he’s back, I’ll talk about it with him. I’d like to join the club, I think, but I don’t know if maybe it will be too soon for him.”

“Talk to him. The club will be here whenever you’re both ready.”

“Thank you, Kyan. You’ve done so much for me.”

“I’m glad.”

They said goodbye and hung up and she hoped Michael would be interested in taking her back to the club soon.

* * *

Michael couldn’t concentrate. He went to the airport, flew to Paris, and met with the clients. Two colleagues had joined him on this trip and for that he was glad, because he seemed to attend every meeting only half present.

Was he a sadist?

He’d liked spanking his wife. Was that it or was it that he’d liked hurting her? Her submission had thrilled him. Having his instructions followed, his orders obeyed… it made him hard thinking of it even now. The paddling had come more naturally than he’d thought it would. Standing her in the corner—Christ. She’d obeyed without question once he’d asserted his position, his dominion over her. It thrilled him.

But he still couldn’t wrap his brain around that one word: sadist. He’d liked hurting her. Did that make him a
sadist
? When he’d purposely struck over top of the bruises he’d created last night, it was almost as though he’d been unable not to.

Michael ran a hand through his hair. What the fuck was wrong with him? Was this really what she wanted? Had he been harder on her than he should have been? She was small, fragile, breakable.

His cock stirred again. He checked his watch. One more meeting and he’d be able to get back to his hotel room to call and check on her. Maybe he should have told her to go see Kyan. But no, he didn’t want that. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust Kyan; it was the look in her eyes that morning. He only wanted her to look at him with that look.

Sophie checked her e-mail while eating lunch the next day. There was one from Michael, which was strange considering he usually only called. She opened her mail.

Sophie, when I get home tonight, I’d like you to be showered and dressed to go out for dinner. Wear the dress I gave you for your birthday along with thigh-high black stockings, the ones with the large fishnet design. Your over-the-knee boots. No panties, no bra.

One more thing. Under no circumstances are you to open the box that will arrive later.

Suddenly no longer hungry, she cleaned everything up and checked her watch. She’d need to run out to get a fresh pair of those stockings, as the ones she owned had a run in them. She could do it on her way to her appointment. Writing a note on the door for the postman to leave the box, she headed out.

The Red Carpet Queen was only a few blocks away and once Sophie arrived, the technician took her to a private room. Although she’d had her bikini line waxed before, she’d never had the full Brazilian and was as much excited to see how it would look as she was anxious about both the pain and potentially having to explain a couple of bruises. They weren’t too awful at least.

She’d chosen the sugaring option, which was supposed to hurt less, but once she lay on the table and the girl began, she decided she had an overall low tolerance for this sort of pain. The girl didn’t mention the bruises she obviously saw and it was all over more quickly than she expected it to be.

She took one moment to glance at her now bare pussy, but decided to leave it for a closer inspection once home. She paid, ran to the lingerie shop a few blocks down and picked up the stockings, then returned home where, sure enough, a large box was standing on her doorstep. Sophie looked around, embarrassed for a moment at what the unmarked box surely contained. She carried it inside and set it on the dining room table. She then went upstairs to have a shower.

* * *

It was a little after seven when Michael returned home.

“Hey,” Sophie said, coming around the corner. She was dressed as he’d instructed, her hair piled on top of her head, the dress hugging her body, the material fine enough to show every detail, right down to the texture of each hardened nipple as she stood on tiptoe to kiss him.