Jenny took a deep breath and attempted to settle her nerves. Two weeks earlier she had plucked up the courage to tell her husband, Michael, a secret. Now her conversation with him had borne fruit.
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Jenny grew up in a traditional upper middle class English home. Her parents were pillars of the community in the small rural village they lived in. She had grown up with all that came with that: a fine farmhouse to live in, a pony to ride, regular trips to church on Sunday and a boarding school education. She was undeniably privileged. She had the cut glass accent that went with it.
Jenny was also a true English rose. She had straw coloured hair, porcelain skin, rosy cheeks, a small but perfectly formed bust and a petite figure. Her bottom was the stuff that dreams are made of: round, firm and pert.
She met Michael at university and they soon fell for one another. They married the year after graduating. They were widely seen as a great, but rather vanilla, couple.
But 'rather vanilla' was not Jenny's true self. Although well hidden by her upbringing and manners Jenny was undeniably kinky. The only problem was that she had never let Michael know.
Until two weeks ago that is. Two weeks ago, after a few too many glasses of wine with friends, Jenny and Michael had a row on the way home. In the heat of the moment Jenny had unloaded: she told Michael that he was boring, unsatisfying and that he hardly knew her. She told him that he didn't realise, for instance, that she yearned to be dominated, restrained, thrashed, used and fucked. He didn't know that she needed to be his toy.
Michael had looked astonished and went silent. No more words were spoken. They went to bed and the next morning returned to the rut they had been in all along. Thereafter life continued in the same vanilla manner as before. For 13 days that is.
On day 14, Michael and Jenny had gone to work as normal. At about 11 in the morning Jenny's phone had rung. Michael's voice was as far removed from usual as possible. He sounded steely. A modern day Mr Darcy.
"Good Morning.
I may have neglected my responsibilities. But you have neglected your obligations as well.
That will be remedied this evening.
First, you are to attend your usual beauty salon. They have my instructions.
Second, you must go to the lingerie boutique in Covent Garden whose work I enjoy. They have a parcel waiting for you.
Third, you are to dress in that lingerie and wait for me in the hall. I will be home at 8. I expect you to be kneeling down with your bottom facing the door when I arrive.
