Again, props to OhPossum for editing. I still claim any mistakes that may remain.
This is the sequel to Both Shall Live, and if you have questions that are raised by it, feel free to read that one first.
As always, comments and voting are welcome.
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In the summer leading up to our wedding, I started to realize a little of what marrying Pete would mean. As such, I began to look around on the Internet, so I would know more of what to expect. This opened me to all kinds of information that I had never before been privy too. The thought that people actually liked being naked in front of somebody else astounded me. If it were anybody but Pete, the very thought would have sent me running for the hills. Then one day, I stumbled across an online store that sold sex toys.
This was a whole new level of shock. Why on earth would they make such things?? Each item listed included a brief description, and as I read the description for some of the bondage toys, I felt that familiar surge of fire go through my groin again. Who in their right mind would WANT to be spanked? The few spankings I had endured as a small child had stood out, and I had been left having trouble sitting for days on end after the last one. When I had been out shopping with my Auntie, I had stolen a small package of gum, thinking that nobody would notice. But Auntie was a smart cookie, and knew immediately. After a lecture on the importance of not stealing, she made me take the gum back to the store and apologize. Then she instructed me to tell my parents. By the time I saw her again three days later, I still had not worked up the nerve to tell them. So, rather than confess to her that I was frightened to tell them, I lied when she asked me about it and told her that I did.
Suffice it to say I learned my lesson for lying and stealing, and have tried my hardest since to do neither. But these toys that you could buy fascinated me, and my search of the Internet became much more intensive. Finding a website of stories about such things, and how the pleasure and pain mixed together could be so much fun, I was absolutely hooked. As I had matured I had discovered that it felt really nice if I rubbed myself in just the right way between my legs. Reading this literature made it feel that much nicer and since I was laid up with my ankle for the first part of that summer, I logged much of my alone time on this site, always deleting my history at the end of each day.
What I didn't know was that Pete accidentally stumbled across my activities one day before I had deleted the history. While I had my computer password protected, he knew all of my passwords as I knew his, and wanted to play a game online. When he unlocked the computer, imagine his shock to discover that I was a closet sub. Flipping through the sites I visited with on a very regular basis, he found himself opened to a whole new realm of possibilities. What I read with most regularity was about a dominating male asserting his place over his female, whether she liked it or not. I tried to stick to stories where the two were married, though that was hard. Still, I had a few marked on my profile as being some of my favourites, and he marvelled at the side of me that he had never suspected. His personality was naturally dominating, though he kept it under control and hidden very well. Still, he had never suspected me of being a submissive, given the fact that I am something of a spitfire.
On the day of our wedding, I was understandably very nervous. I finally knew what was coming that night, and the thoughts of committing such acts with Pete both excited and frightened me. Given that I had no idea that he had discovered my secret, I expected something like the sweet, romantic stories that I had read on occasion. They didn't do much for me, and I always ended up back into the Non-consent or BDSM category. But Pete still treated me like spun glass for the most part, so I didn't even begin to suspect what he had planned for our first time.
True to tradition, he carried me across the threshold of the small cabin our parents had rented us by the lake. Even if it was only for our honeymoon, he wanted to do things right. Then, while I got changed and had a shower to freshen up, he found a story that he had figured out I liked quite a lot, given the fact that it was one of the only stories in my favourites. It was about a man who punished his wife for doing something extremely reckless. Leaving this on the screen when I came out of the bathroom, wearing nothing but a baby doll tee and the shortest shorts I owned, he gave me a brief kiss and excused himself for his turn freshening up. When he returned, wearing only a pair of cargo shorts, he found me sitting like a deer in headlights, staring in mute shock at the computer screen.
"What's going on, my beautiful wife?" Even now, he still takes advantage of every chance he gets to address me as such; that first time he was practically glowing with the joy of it. I looked up at him, my face a picture of shock battling with lust. Seeing my expression, he grinned at me, his eye darkening perceptively. "I found that quite by accident on your computer the other month. It surprised me that you would like that sort of thing, all things considered."
All things considered indeed. My face flushed crimson as I remembered the day that we had started dating. When I was away from Pete, I still had the occasional nightmare about devil football players from hell, especially with college looming ever closer on the horizon.
"I never did punish you for that, you know." Pete spoke conversationally, his eyes darkening further, as he too remembered that day. Staring at him in confusion, my jaw dropped. "You knew better than to leave me, but still, you ran off anyways. Knowing full well what kind of dangers lurked in those woods you still risked your life and scared me very badly. What if I hadn't gotten to you in time? What if he had damaged you worse than some bruises or a broken ankle? What if he had TAKEN you from me?!"
Pete had obviously been nursing this ever since that day, and had held it in during the aftermath, owing to how traumatized I had been by the event. With each word he stepped forward, the fear and stress of that day evident by the dark grey colour his eyes had turned. I was literally cowering where I sat, feeling terrible for being the indirect cause of the pain that my beloved Pete was feeling.
"What if I'd lost you? I only have you, there has never been anybody else!" Grabbing my shoulders, he crouched before me, glaring balefully at me. Shaking me once, roughly but only just hard enough to further fluster me, his voice was steadily rising. "And you risked the life of the one other person that I love more than life! HOW could you do that to me!"
"I'm sorry Pete. I never meant..." My voice was low, and I found myself unable to finish that sentence. While I knew how much he loved me, I had never taken into account how my risk taking would affect him. Shaking me again, his glare darkened even further until his eyes appeared to be almost black.
"Sorry wouldn't have brought you back to me!" He was yelling now, all the pent in frustration of years of watching me do stupid things flooding out. That wasn't the first time I had taken off on him, nor was it likely to be the last. Once he'd had to grab my hand just in time to keep me from darting out in front of a car that I had not seen coming. That was one of the few times he had shouted at me in our many years as friends.
"Sorry will STILL break me, STILL take you from me, STILL leave me to muddle through life knowing that the other piece of my soul is not with me!"
I flinched with each word, and dropped my eyes from his, the intensity scaring me. But even as he yelled, I felt the now welcome and familiar fire spread through my lower regions, and my face, which was already red, became absolutely fiery with the shame that washed through me.
"LOOK at me when I'm talking to you!" Shaking me, Pete stood up, pulling me to my feet. "You will NEVER hide your eyes from me, unless I cover them on you! Do you understand!?"
Tears filled my eyes, as I looked up into his again, "Yes sir." I mumbled this, finding it hard to speak around the lump in my throat. "Please sir..."
When I called him sir, Pete's eyes closed momentarily, a brief grin of triumph flashing across his face. Grabbing me around the waist, he dragged me across the room and into the bedroom.
"What are you?" Shoving me hard towards the bed, he grabbed a belt that he had obviously laid out, bearing down on me with glinting eyes.
"I am a bad girl, sir."
"And what happens to bad girls, precious?"
Taking the concept from the safe anonymity of the Internet into real life was almost terrifying in the very idea. "They... they get pun... punished, sir!" Backing away from him, I hit the bed, and sat down hard shaking.
Snapping the belt threateningly, Pete stopped inches from me. "That's right. Bend over that bed! Now!" When I hesitated, he doubled the belt and glowered at me. "Do NOT make me repeat myself, or so help me, I might lose patience with you!"
