Eleanor closed her eyes, trying to strain against the hurt. She heard the swish of the loop of baling wire in Adam's hard hand, and searing pain, a burning line of it crossed her soft, plump buttocks.
Eleanor had to stay still. Otherwise Adam might bind her hands and feet with rope, as he thought she was a bit of a "Squirmer". But she'd been trained to lie motionless, she really had.
WHACK THWAP! SNAP!
Eleanor bit into the bedspread. But she felt incredible pleasure in her clitoris. She couldn't touch it now, of course, to do so would be incredible disrespect to Adam, but she might in the car driving to work.
"You have incredibly low tolerance. And you can't take palm whipping either. You always snatch your hand away."
Adam laughed. "My first wife Everly could take two hundred on the palm with my steel ruler, till it was nearly bloody, and then turn her hand over for more on the knuckles.
How she hated it when Adam compared her to his past submissives.
Adam laughed down at his demure, brunette wife. Her five foot two, 105 pound body, the spill of raven hair across her back...
She was beautiful, his slave girl but so stubborn.
Adam did not look down and see a brilliant, French-Canadian periodontist, one of the most skilled "gum gardeners" in the state.
A former model for "Mirabella", a cellist with the Buttermilk Falls Symphony, who'd also studied at Cambridge and was the toast of London before returning to the United States to study dentistry..
Eleanor had traveled the world with Doctors Without Borders, fixing teeth in Lusaka, Zambia, Peru. She was amazing!
Adam just saw a disobedient slut who had been ordered to find him a girlfriend, and Eleanor wasn't getting it done!
Adam had fucked a series of bar sluts, college girls...once, Eleanor had hired the Dimblesby triplets, Zandria, Zelma and Zephyr, to fuck her husband and also take turns torturing herself, poor Eleanor.
"I want you to get me some strange!"
"I'm having trouble...finding someone..."
Adam clenched his teeth and raised the wire high, bringing the loop down on Eleanor's smooth right leg.
The ultimate find that Eleanor brought home was Dr. Brinkley, their marriage counselor. Adam had seduced the therapist's concerns away, and the two had banged the bottom out of it, as Eleanor, the ultimate cuckquean had kneeled and sobbed.
And then Adam had given Dr. Brinkley his belt and encouraged her to let loose on poor trusting Eleanor's ass.
But Eleanor had masturbated furiously after this horrific humiliation had concluded. What a subjugation!
And Eleanor was horny now, during the flogging. Her legs were contorting on the bed, opening and closing and the quilt was soaked in her juices.
"Adam, please" came Eleanor's strangled voice. He couldn't see her face, as she was on her stomach, but it must be a sight. "I'll find you someone but I can satisfy you until then."
"Bullshit, I'm sick of you, you old bag."
He heard her sob in anguish and humiliation.
"B-but remember last night, when I sucked you off with my hands tied behind my back. How many can do that for you, honey?"
"Nedra, my old girlfriend, the book illustrator? She could blow me with her hands behind her back, and untied, and she could do it while her sister whipped her ass with a belt. I never felt any teeth no matter how hard Nadia slashed Nedi."
"But Nedra's not here, I am." Oh God, that was really mouthy.
Adam reached down and grabbed Eleanor by the scalp,, and shook her head and then pulled her entire body up, suspended by that hank of hair.
Eleanor was terrified that her hair might be pulled out by the scalp, but oh, how she wanted to play her fingers along her clitoris.
Adam had Eleanor's hair in one meaty hand and his belt in the other. As he held Eleanor up so only her knees and feet were touching the bed, Adam used his other hand, holding the unforgiving loop of baling wire, to whack her bottom again and again.
Eleanor had gotten herself into this one.
She had told Adam she was bored with belt and the cut switches, and had actually cut the piece of baling wire for him. Also, she could stop the entire thing with her safe word.
It was Eleanor who had first suggested having Adam fuck other women while she knelt and watched, and to have the other women spank and torture her, too...
It was all an intense fantasy, but unfortunately, the reality was a little more intense.
But Eleanor would soldier on through it.
Eleanor was trained, by many Masters past not to scream, and she bit her lip and prayed that the correction would be over soon. (But not too soon.) The wire really stung her butt and the sensitive areas between her cheeks and her upper thighs.
Eleanor felt a blister breaking from a thrashing that Glenda had given her other day.
Glenda, Eleanor's office manager was a hard bitten bottle blonde. Eleanor and Glenda's "working relationship" had been going on longer than Eleanor had even known Adam, more than twelve years.
Glenda's official job was to organize the office and appointments and ensure that Eleanor's patients paid on time. Eleanor was a bit of a soft touch.
But Eleanor left her own employee lunchroom a bit of a mess, and often neglected to do the important side work of a practice. Although a brilliant dental surgeon, periodontists were not always perfect.
The other day, Glenda had dragged Eleanor into the medical storage room. Of course the hygienists had laughed behind their pretty fingers. Everyone knew that Dr. Holman was getting what for by bitchy Glenda.
Once inside the storeroom, Glenda had slapped Eleanor across the face, and then ordered Eleanor to remove her white doctor's jacket and pull down her blue scrub pants.
Glenda had sat down on their familiar stool, and pulled Eleanor over her knee. Eleanor, as always, had felt so exposed, the bare buttocks so displayed before her admin.
It didn't matter that the summer before, Adam and Glenda had kept Eleanor naked at the summer house for a month, burning her boobs with cigarettes and giving Ellie lots of whippings. It was still quite an embarrassment, being stripped and punished at the office.
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In the storeroom, Glenda had taken out a Ping-Pong paddle that had been used so many times on Eleanor over the years. She had whipped Eleanor's white cheeks until they were scarlet and welted, and Eleanor was sobbing in silence.
At the same time , Eleanor was grinding her clit against Glenda's hard knee, and was terribly aroused. It was hopeless, being a submissive.
One of the sweet Filipino assistants, a 25 year old who moonlighted as a nail technician, had knocked briefly and opened the storeroom door.
"Dr. Holman's next patient is ready, Velma."
Of course Velma and Carmen had shared a giggle, and Dr. Holman's face had burned in humiliation, almost as dark as her rear end.
Eleanor could imagine what Carmen was thinking, as Ellie's butt was covered in intense red marks from the damn paddle.
Glenda had looked up sweetly. "That's fine, Carmen. Tell them Dr. Holman will be out in about ten minutes. We're going through kind of a delicate operation.
There was more laughter, and Carmen shut the door. Eleanor had cringed and then after Carmen padded a way, Glenda had forced Eleanor to lie on the floor, and Glenda had sat on Ellie's face for about ten minutes.
Now, Eleanor felt Adam turning her over on the bed, and prodding her full breasts, punching the rose colored nipples.
