Continued from "Yes, Sir."
I heard Jen walking on the wooden floor of our second story, the old beams creaking a bit despite her light steps and sock covered feet. I'd been finishing up some emails I wanted to take care of, and been going over the two years worth of expenses I had found out about earlier in the evening. The money wasn't the biggest issue; I had already received a return email about setting up a payment plan to take care of that rather quickly. The concern I had was more with Jen's behavior and trying to hide it from me.
We discussed the issue only briefly at dinner, but the changes that were needed warranted a discussion held away from the ears of a toddler. Of course it wasn't only a talk that she needed.
I finished up and went into the bedroom, where Jen was sitting on the end of the bed, her hands crossed on her lap. She was quiet, knowing what was coming soon. Of course, she had a knot in her stomach, anticipating the eventual conversation we were going to have about our new roles in our home. The conversation and what she thought might happen afterwards. I didn't say anything, just took off my tie, sliding the fabric over itself and rolling it to place in my dresser. I untucked my dress shirt and began undoing each button as she sat in silence. I removed it and I walked by her to place it in the hamper by her side. Standing right in front of her, I undid the buckle of my belt, and pulled it off through the loops of my pants. It was thick, built for a man my size. I didn't place it in it's normal home in the second dresser drawer. Instead, I folded it over one onto itself and placed it on the bed, directly next to Jen.
"I'm taking my shower, you better be in your spot when I get out."
I hear her take a small breath in at the words, her eyes glancing between the my leather belt next to her and the floor.
"Yes, Sir." Came her reply.
I'd known what Jen was seeking for some time really. She read constantly and left most of her books around the house and bedroom. Nearly all of them were the same theme: A wife falling in love with a dominant man who was finally able to tame her the way she "secretly" desired. Most were just poorly written fluff, but I'd flipped through enough of them to see what they contained. Love and romance, sure, but the kind that involved spankings, discipline, and control.
I'd told Jen at dinner in one sentence how our night would be ending. She was told that when I finished my shower, that she was to be stripped nude, with her nose in the corner of our bedroom.
I closed the door to the bathroom and went about my normal routine. A quick, hot shower to wash the day off and let my muscles relax some. I use the large white towel hung by to the door to dry off, wrapping it around my waist. I brush my teeth, rub some lotion on my hands and face to try to prevent the inevitable aging that comes to them. All the time, I don't hear a sound from behind the bedroom door, and I half expect to find Jen exactly where I left her, having not moved. I run my hand through my still damp hair, and turn to open the door.
In the spot where Jen had been sitting was a pair of her jeans, and her white t-shirt, both folded neatly placed. By their side was a pair of her socks, and on top of the shirt, a folded pair of panties.
Jen was where I had told her to be. Standing in the corner, nude.
I walked to my side of the room, picking up my phone to see if there was any more correspondence in my email, as she anxiously fidgeted. Side to side she swayed, and kept putting her hands up to her face, brushing her hair, and biting her fingernails.
"Hands at your side, stay still."
She dropped her hands and stopped swaying. I continued scrolling, nothing in the inbox, but I also checked the local hockey scores, and what the weather was going to be like for tomorrow. I wanted her to feel the awkwardness of her situation. To know she was in the corner because I put her there.
Eventually, I walked her side of the room and sat down on the bed. I stared at her for a bit, making sure she wasn't fidgeting still, but also admiring her body. Those early morning gym runs she'd been taking were having visible results. Her thighs looked toned and I could see the fine muscles in her back as she struggled to stay still. Her ass was high and tight, and flexed some as she shifted her weight slightly. My god, I'd have to remind myself later to look into giving her trainer a present.
"Come over here"
She turned and took a few steps towards me.
"Right here, right in front of me."
She planted her feet between mine as I sat on the edge of the bed. She put her hands in front of her trying to have some sort of modesty.
"I said hands at your sides Jen. Keep them there."
She dropped her hands again, trying to flatten her palms against the sides of her legs. She reddened slightly, surely from being told to stand there. She squirmed as I looked her over, even brushing my hand against the small patch of pubic hair her esthetician has left above her vagina. I eventually relented, sitting up and placing my hands on top of hers.
"Jen, I'm disappointed you tried to hide this from me instead of talking to me about it. I think you know full well that you can come to me with anything, especially something like this."
"Yes, Sir."
"However, I do appreciate that you asked at dinner tonight, for something you seem to have needed for some time now."
Her breaths were short and shallow. "Yes, Sir."
"Now we are going to do two things tonight, before you go to bed. The first, is that we are going to discuss some new rules in this house. Rules that I will be making sure are followed."
"Yes, Sir."
"And the second thing, Jen, is that you are going to be punished for lying to me about this."
She gave a slight stomp with her foot. "Mike, I didn't lie, I just didn't want -"
"JEN." I squeeze her hand, enough to get her attention and focus her.
"I don't want to hear it. Every day that I came home for the last two years and asked you how everything was, every one of those days, you lied to me. When I ask how you are, and you say fine, you were lying to me. It's about more than the menu Jen. It's about you knowing you needed something from me and keeping it to yourself by saying you were fine. Understand?"
She had dropped her shoulders a bit and I could tell she was starting to accept the point I was making.
"I know Mike, I'm really sorry."
"I'm glad. We have to work together as a team to make this work, and that starts with communicating to each other."
"Yes, Sir."
"Now, one of the best things about our new rules in the house is that we have an easy way to take care of it when we have an issue, so that we can correct it, and move forward without bad feelings."
"Sir?" She asked, not exactly sure of what I was getting at.
"Well, till now what happened when you were stressed and made a mistake, or got to the point where you took your anger and attitude out on me, or worse, our daughter?"
"I mean nothing, I guess. I feel bad afterwards, and I don't know, I try to make up for it later."
"Sure, but does that make you feel better?"
She looked down at the floor again. "No, Sir."
"No, it doesn't. That's because you haven't felt like you've made up for it and been forgiven. So, it's hard to move on, understand?"
"Yes, I guess so."
"Starting right now, any time I feel it's going to help you, I'm going to punish you, Jen. This isn't just a bedroom rule, but always, no matter where we are. The point is that once you've been punished for something, we are going to hug each other, and with a kiss, you will be forgiven for whatever it is you need to move past."
She stood for a few seconds thinking, working out in her mind what this really meant for her.
"Thank you, I think that will help me."
"Good, I'm glad, Jen." I said, giving her hand a gentle squeeze in affirmation.
"Now I want you to know that with our changes, the point is still for us to work as a team. We are still equals in our marriage, in that we equally need to help the other, giving them what they need. You need less stress. To start with, I will handle the bills and credit cards."
She let out a breath, knowing that this was one of the more major roles she had been doing in the house.
