Eve
The weekend passed, full of sex and a few more light spankings. Sunday was a lazy day, we were both too tired for another sex marathon but Scott used his executive power over the house to make me sit on the couch with him all day, order take out, then come to bed for a nap. That never would have flown before. No, I would have made us go out at least somewhere for a little bit. In truth I was jittery to do something but since Scott was telling me what to do I felt my nerves calm since technically I had no choice but to do as I was told.
"So, how's being a stay at home wife?" My friend, Kirsty from work asked. Her voice was all dreamy and far away as if that were her dream job. Kirsty was a legal secretary and wasn't aiming for a career in law, it was just something she was doing for now while she figured out what to do with herself.
It was Wednesday night and I was out for the first time in the almost two weeks since I had lost my job. I sighed and picked up my cocktail.
"It has been...okay," I said, trying to skirt around the main change. If I ignored our new invigorating sex life then there wasn't really much else to say.
I was kind of like a 1950s housewife with only some of the household responsibilities and then the other half of the time I was on a strange self care and self discovery journey. Except, I hadn't actually been doing the self-care-discovery part of things. I was merely existing, waiting for my husband to come home to me at five pm so we could have dinner and he could screw me into next week. Sometimes when he'd eaten a big lunch, he'd fuck me or my face before we even ate.
"Just okay? I wish I didn't have to work." Kirsty snorted.
"It's not that simple. I need to figure out what I am doing next and I also get bored," I explained.
"Does he want you to have a job soon or something?" she asked.
"No, he encouraged me to stay at home as long as possible," I admitted. The words felt foreign in my mouth as if they weren't meant to be said out loud. I chewed on my lower lip as Kirsty eyed me. She had a curly black bob and a porcelain complexion. She often wore vamp-ish outfits to work that toed the line of professionalism. I didn't care one bit but the old lady in HR was always right up Kirsty's ass. I preferred to stay under their radar in my unassuming suits.
"You have hit the jack pot, stop being so ungrateful," Kirsty said laughing. She stood up from her stool and then announced she had to use the ladies room before scurrying off. My eyes glanced down to my phone and in my shock I noticed several messages and a few missed calls from Scott. I forgot to tell him that I wouldn't be there when he got home... he had no idea where I was.
I dialed his number, hoping Kirsty would take a while in the bathroom. "Evie, where are you?" He hissed my pet name. I winced at the worried tone in his voice.
"I'm out with my friend from work. I mentioned I'd be out today, didn't I?"
I braced myself. I was in deep shit. This was one of our rules and I'd broken it.
"No, you said you were going to see a friend this week but I didn't know it was today. I came home to an empty house and started lookin' for you. I thought something bad had happened. I called you and you didn't pick up," he raised his voice. I felt myself shrinking down in my seat into nothing. Oh no.
"I'm sorry, Scott. I...it slipped my mind," I tried to defend myself. I could feel the weakness of the argument in my own voice so it was no matter.
"Have fun with your friend, sweetheart. I'm just happy to hear you're safe. We will discuss you breaking one of our rules when you get home." There was the stern voice. My stomach rumbled with anticipation and arousal. Oh, that was horrible. I'd done something bad and I was turned on thinking about the consequences.
"Yes Scott," I sighed.
"Good, I'll see you soon. I love you."
"I love you too."
His faint bye came through the phone before the hang-up tone. I was all jitters and anxiety. I wondered how much longer Kirsty would want to be out for. Kirsty came back and we fell back into our conversation, gossiping about everything that had happened in the office since I'd left. In a way, I was glad I wasn't there. I didn't forget about Scott or what we discussed for even a moment but I was able to ignore it just enough while Kirsty and I talked that it didn't interfere with the night. Scott had put me at ease by not demanding I come home right away. I think if I had known about these kinds of relationship dynamics before I would have expected him to demand me home. Honestly, I would have expected much less freedom in general. But, Scott wasn't like that. He might have been taking sexual liberties with me and enjoying his new found freedom to boss me about in the bedroom but the rest of it was for my benefit. I'm almost certain if I said I didn't want to cook anymore he would come up with a viable solution that makes us both happy. We stayed for almost another hour but Kirsty had work in the morning. So we went back to our respective cars.
***
"I'm home," I called out into the house.
"In here," Scott's deep timbre ran a shiver down my spine. I was not scared of my husband in any way, I was scared of disappointing him.
I walked through the house following the sound of his voice, I found him in the kitchen drinking from a bottle of water. I watched him, feeling flustered and nothing had even happened. Scott ever since our dynamic change had occurred had taken to dressing me down. Something about the feeling he brought out in me was confusing. Before, I never would have let him speak to me that way. Now, things were different.
As he lowered the bottle I walked up to him. He placed it on the counter beside him. Scott looked down at me with raised eyebrows and I frowned.
"I'm sorry, I forgot," I said, wrapping my arms around his body. He hugged me back and pressed a kiss to the top of my head.
"I thought something happened, especially with you not answering my calls. I thought you would have remembered our agreement," he told me in a steady tone.
I pulled back away from him so we could talk face to face. "You know that's not me. A few weeks ago I was a lawyer, I was telling a whole team of people what to do on a daily basis. I..." the words fell from my tongue. I was tired. Besides, the look on Scott's face had me shutting up. He was not happy.
"But we agreed to something and you didn't follow through. I didn't demand anything unreasonable of you, did I?" he asked.
"No..."
"Who's in charge around here?" his voice dropped an octave.
I bit my lip, tears were welling up in my eyes now and I didn't know why. I stared at the ceiling for one long second before looking back at Scott.
"You are," I almost sobbed. I was cracking at the seams. Maybe I didn't like that he was in charge. Maybe I needed a job. Maybe I couldn't do this. I thought I was enjoying myself in a way, getting fucked and spanked. The pain play could be fun. Just because we opened up our sex life to new things, why did that mean I had to have tabs kept on me.
Scott closed the distance between us. His hand wrapped around my hair and he pulled my head back.
"I don't think you respect my authority. If you don't respect my authority this can't work," he said. "Like I said before, Eve, say the word and we can end this."
My body fought my mind. I didn't know what I wanted. At this moment though I wanted to continue. Whatever happened happened and I wanted to play this out. Even the arguing felt a little bit cathartic in a sick way. I almost felt more cared for even though it felt like I was in trouble.
"I don't want this to end. I want this. I'm still trying..." I admitted. "This is the first time something we have discussed in the confines of our house has affected what I do out there."
"I understand that, but this would be no different than before. If you said you'd be somewhere or you'd call and you didn't."
Guilt ate at my insides and I nodded.
"You're right, I'm sorry."
"Do you deserve to be punished, sweetheart?" Scott asked. I knew the answer but I didn't want to say it. I avoided his eyes, even as he held me in place with my own hair. "Look at me," he said in a low serious tone.
My eyes snapped to his.
"I don't deserve to be punished," I finally ground out.
"You're a liar, you don't respect my authority, but it's okay sweetheart. You're going to learn today. Do you remember your safewords?"
I knew what that meant. I nodded as best I could. "Yes..."
"You have one more chance, do you think you deserve to be punished for what you did?"
"Yes," my breath came out just above a whisper.
"Take my belt off," he commanded before letting go of my hair. I stepped forward and started to unbuckle his belt. I couldn't believe he would use this thing on me. My head spun at the thought, I wondered what it would feel like. I pulled the belt from its loops and folded it over once it was completely off.
"Offer me the belt," he then said.
I turned my palms over and offered it to him like canapés on a platter. Scott took it from my grip, then his arm found my waist, pulling me in. Our bodies were flush against one anothers. My cheek was pressed to his chest, my breathing uneven, my heart stuck in my throat.
"Push your pants down," he said in a ragged tone, against my ear. His breath tickled my neck. I unbuttoned my jeans and shimmied them down until they were sitting just under my ass. "That's enough," he said, stopping me.
The crack of the belt against my ass made me push against Scott on instinct, trying to fight back. He was too strong for me though. I was gripping the front of his shirt to avoid putting my hands back there. I had no doubt in my mind Scott would hit my hand if he had to. He didn't bluff before and I certainly didn't see him bluffing now. I groaned and before I even had enough time to process it, he smacked the leather against my ass a second, and a third time.
On the fourth smack I cried out. On the fifth one I was cursing Scott in my mind, but shrieking into his chest.
He stopped and grabbed me by the waist, pushing me to arms reach whilst he still held me.
"I'm sorry," I said, hoping that would relieve some of my punishment.
"We're not done," he said. "Take all your clothes off."
Scott let go of me so I could strip. I didn't reply but I finished taking off my jeans, then my top. My bra was next, and last was my panties. Everything was in a pile on the floor.
"Leave it there. You can clean up tomorrow," he said when he saw me practically twitching.
"Yes," I replied.
"Go into the living room, bend over the side of the couch," he told me.
I turned around to do as I was told. I walked out of the kitchen and through the living room to the couch where I bent over the arm of it. It was kind of a tall couch and the perfect height so I could be bent over it completely whilst still being able to touch the ground.
Scott was behind me a minute later, his hands tracing over my ass.
"This isn't just about what you did tonight," he told me.
"No?" I asked.
"No, this is also about you respecting my authority. This is about you remembering what happens when you forget what you're meant to be doing. This is about you understanding who is in charge."
"I know you're in charge," I whined.
