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.
.
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.
"What about Glenda, Adam" Eleanor had an inspiration. "You-could you be satisfied with Glenda? She knows my limits. I could bring her home for dinner...
You two could screw and then put me through my paces."
Adam pulled Eleanor's nipple hard, and dragged it up, which meant Eleanor had to rise on her hands so her tit didn't get uh, messed up.
Eleanor was so excited though...she kept staring at Adam's crotch and hoping he would abandon all this and unzip so she could service his glorious schlong.
Adam laughed merrily as he let go of Eleanor's tit. "Glenda's an old bag. I want your new intern, Darien. She gave me a great smile when I came by on Monday with the piss."
Twice a week, Adam dropped by and poured his urine into Eleanor's oatmeal.
Adam often required Eleanor to substitute porridge for a regular meal, sometimes making her bring an instant packet when she took him to a nice restaurant.
And then she had to order hot water and endure pitying looks from the waitresses...Ellie eating her mush while Adam enjoyed Surf-N-Turf.
Adam's theory was, Eleanor wouldn't gain too much weight having the oatmeal, and peeing into it kept her from wanting another helping, right?
Now Eleanor's eyes grew wide, staring at her Husband. "I barely know Darien, Adam. I can't ask her to-"
Adam smiled slightly." You want to call your safe word on this?"
"N-no of course not."
Adam grinned in satisfaction. He leaned over his pretty demure wife, and stroked her dark hair as it was splayed across the mattress.
"You are afraid of being humiliated, or you want me all to yourself."
Eleanor smiled up at him. "Well, maybe a little bit of both."
Adam laughed again, and then slapped Eleanor hard across the jaw.
He grabbed Eleanor's already sore nipple and twisted it, hard.
Then he grabbed her nose again. Without letting go of the schnoz, Adam began speaking very carefully and precisely.
"Are you going to invite Darien to dinner Friday night? Since you don't want the safe word, I assume you are being disobedient. Don't worry about seducing Darien, I can take care of that much."
Eleanor's congealed voice objected, it was very hard to talk with a stopped nose, and Adam twisted harder.
Eleanor was so wet. And she could tell that Adam's cock was hard. The humiliation thing excited them both even more than the pain did, it seemed.
How did power exchange happen so fast? Eleanor thought of her old friend Becki, and how when Becki labeled her food in the fridge when they were living with Leona back in school, Leona and Ellie had added letters to each labeling so it was "BFD" for Big Fucking Deal, and Becki had been hurt, and Ellie and Leona had laughed...
And then they'd all made up. But Becki had been the wimp!
And then, after things changed, it was Becki and Leona who were putting lit cigarettes out on Eleanor's tits and making her call them "Goddess..."
She thought she'd get therapy for this dangerous desire to submit, but she never had!
Now, Adam let go of Eleanor's nose, and looked at her expectantly.
"You've got a safe word. I had a girl, Anguisette, who had a safe word and then asked for it to be taken away. But you're a wimp. Do you want to use your word and get out of this?"
