Julie spent the following days thinking about the night of exhibitionism and what Frank had made her do. No longer lost in the moment, without her body's wanton lust driving her on, she felt shame in herself. She was shocked by her depraved acts, her sordid displaying of her body, and her arousal over it all. She was also pissed at Frank. Mainly over the car scenario. Not that her situation would allow her to do anything about it. Besides, any attempt to berate him would open her own shamelessness that night to discussion, which she was not ready for.
So she was once again left silently waiting for him to claim his next concession. She did not have to wait for long. Arriving home from work one evening she found him in the living room wearing a mischievous grin and holding a drink.
"What's up?" She asked.
"Come on and join me. Have a drink, relax for a few," he sang.
"Okay, just let me get changed," she chirped, heading toward the hall.
"No. Stay in your work clothes for now," he stopped her.
She was wearing a business outfit; a powder blue skirt with a black blouse and dark nylons. While she knew he liked her in skirts, she also knew he preferred less conservative ones, so she was surprised by him stopping her.
"Alright," she shrugged, remembering the rule against questioning him. "Where's Cindy?"
"She's gone out with some friends, won't be home till late."
Accepting the offered glass she joined him in front of the TV where they watched the news and sipped their drinks. Julie could not stop wondering what he had planned and she felt the anticipation of the unknown getting to her, making her both excited and nervous. When the news signed off Frank indicated that she should lead the way back to their bedroom.
Walking through the doorway she understood why he had not wanted her to change cloths. Laying on the bed was a small collection of items that would have given his plan away; the blindfold from the other night, a set of nylon handcuffs, and a leather covered paddle. She stopped a few feet from the bed, staring at the items apprehensively. Frank stepped up behind her, pressing his crotch against her ass he placed his hands on her arms and held her. A wave of arousal flowed across her loins as the warmth of his touch radiated through her sleeves.
"Tonight you will be restrained, and at my will," he leaned in and whispered, his words dipping into her ear and tickling the sensitive nerve endings to fan the heated sensations already awake within her. "You're going to undress for me then lie on your belly with your ass offered to me. I'm going to tie your hands behind you. You'll be completely at my mercy. Defenseless. Vulnerable. You won't be able to stop me from doing whatever I want."
Her eyes were glued on the paddle as he spoke and shivers ran through her. Her entire body tingled nervously. She struggled to stay calm, taking several deep breaths. She found the situation surprising as he had never even hinted at anything like it.
He held her arms, his breath continuing to tickle her ear. His cock grew firmer against her ass, throbbing as blood pulsed into it.
"You like the idea, huh," he chuckled.
His tone made her realize that the pressure of his cock was partially her fault. Unconsciously she had been pushing herself back against him, rubbing her ass against his crotch as her body reacted, the embers smoldering hotly within her loins.
After another minute Frank pulled away from her. He strolled over to take a seat on the bed.
"Undress," he instructed, grinning, his hungry eyes crawling over her body.
Uncomfortable and nervous, her body shaking, Julie reached up and started jerking at the blouse's buttons.
"Whoa, whoa," he stopped her, holding up one hand. "Slow down, woman. Take your time."
His words made her freeze with her fingers holding a button, on the verge of unhooking it. Her hands shook. Her nerves jangled. She was shocked by just how uneasy she was over undressing in front of her husband. She did not know if it was the entire situation or just the collection of items that caused it. All she did know was that she was not feeling comfortable, and her twitching hands were evidence of this.
Inhaling deeply a few times she forced herself to slowly undo the button. Then, taking a couple more breaths, she lowered her fingers to the next button. Again she made sure to take a few breaths before slipping this one through its slot as well. Concentrating on her breathing, using it as a timer, she slowly undid the next couple of buttons as well. Eventually only the one tucked into her skirt remained and the blouse hung open in a wide, loose "V." Under it she wore a black lace bra which delicately displayed her breasts, her hardening nipples poking at the material.
She paused, trying to decide whether to un-tuck the blouse or drop her skirt next. As she contemplated this she realized she was no longer shaking. The breathing, and the concentration involved, had calmed her nerves.
Deciding to drop the skirt next, she reached for the side zipper and drew it down. Shimmying her hips around she pushed the skirt off her waist and let it fall into a pile around her feet.
Now her top hung free, her dark nylons stretching down from beneath it. Slipping her hands up under the blouse's hem she slid her thumbs into the nylon's waistband. As she worked them down her legs, her hips shifting from side to side, she peeked at Frank from behind her bangs and saw him watching her intently. When the nylons joined her skirt on the floor she straightened back up. Brushing her hair back away from her face she met Frank's gaze. Her hands moved to the blouse's last button. Once this was unhooked she pulled the top open, revealing panties that matched her bra.
She saw the pleasure on his face, saw his eyes crawling over her contours. She felt hot air fanning across her smoldering embers, felt their heat radiating out from deep inside her. She had passed through her discomfort and was now enjoying herself, enjoying her amateur striptease.
Embracing this new emotion she provocatively raised her hands partway up the blouse. Pulling it from her shoulders she let it drop to the floor as well. Now she stood in only her underthings, their black lace contrasting with her skin.
Covering her chest with one arm to hold her bra in place, she reached back and undid its clasp. Slipping the straps from her shoulders she allowed the garment to fall away, completely revealing her breasts. Atop the mounds her nipples grew harder as the cool air swirled over them. She stood for a moment, watching Frank stare at her breasts, his tongue licking his lips. More heated air wafted across her embers.
Hooking her thumbs into her panties she started to gradually push them down off her hips. Like with the nylons, she shifted herself from side to side as she slid them to her knees where they then fell to the floor on their own. Straightening back up once again she stood completely naked before him, obediently on display for him.
For a moment he simply remained sitting on the bed, his eyes crawling over her, devouring her.
"Get up here," he then ordered.
As he stood up she glimpsed the bulge at his crotch and her legs went soft for a second as she thought about how it would soon be penetrating her. Obediently she crawled onto the bed and laid face down. She felt herself growing nervous again wondering what being spanked would be like. She managed to get a better look at the paddle and was slightly relieved to see that it was not just covered by leather, but that it was also padded.
Frank grabbed her wrist. As he wrapped a cuff around it she forced herself to relax, to allow him to maneuver her body as he needed. He pulled her arm behind her then drew the other back as well. When he had also attached the cuff to this wrist the strap between them lay taunt across the small of her back. Then he slid the blindfold over her eyes, casting her into darkness.
She was made to lay there, tied up and defenseless. Her legs naturally spread themselves slightly, between them the tiniest sheen of moisture glistened between her labia. She waited. Waited for something to happen. For Frank to touch her. For him to let her know she was not alone. For the contact she knew must be coming. She grew anxious, her heart racing with unwanted anticipation. In the darkness her ears tried to make sense of the things they heard, tried to decipher any little noise, any rustle of air.
Then she heard something. She was still trying to figure it out when . . .
Smack!
"Oww," she jerked, her body trying to twist away from any future assaults.
She felt Frank grab her, felt his fingers wrap around her arm and pin her down.
"You're going to want to stay still," he told her.
For a brief moment she had contact with the world as he made sure the blindfold had not slipped. Then nothing again. She was made to wait once more, her eyes peering uselessly into the darkness. Her ass hurt.
Smack!
"Oww," she cried again.
This spank was softer than the first one, but it still stung.
Smack!
