Thanks again to Kirk2004 for his most needed and patient editing. Thank you, Kirk!
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Michael tells Katherine about the Cabin
"You're going to have to tell me sooner or later, Kit. Why don't you just get it out so we can get past it and enjoy a couple of days here?" His voice was soft, caring, loving.
"There's nothing to tell. Leave me alone. Damn you, I want to go home."
"Sir," he reminded, demanded.
"What?" Katherine's brow furrowed.
"Damn you, I want to go home, SIR!"
Michael had reached his limit. Nothing he had done, not the bondage the night before, not the sex this morning, changed the situation. Kit still wouldn't tell him what was wrong. With the discovery of the scar, Michael felt his frustration rise even more. What secret was she keeping and why?
"Sir?"
Michael pulled her out of her chair, pushed her to the living room, bent her backwards over the coffee table, and cuffed her wrists and ankles to each of the four corners. She struggled like a wildcat, kicking and screaming, but the outcome was the same. She was overpowered. She wasn't going anywhere. When he was finished, Michael sat on the edge of the couch leaning over her his anger abating.
She was breathing so hard her breasts were like two beautiful islands in a storm tossed sea. With each gasp she took and each time she exhaled, they rose and fell. Her robe had come open during the struggle and hung loose down the sides of the table. She was open and vulnerable. Michael thought she looked like something out of a very erotic movie and totally scrumptious. He waited out her screams until she realized she was defeated and the screams weren't fazing him.
"Because of last night and this morning, I thought maybe you'd be more willing to calmly discuss our marital problems, but I can see I was wrong. I've been way too easy on you, and that's going to change.
"First of all every time you forget to call me sir, you will receive a whack on your ass with my belt. Do you understand?"
Hatred replaced the fear in Katherine's vivid emerald eyes, pure unadulterated hatred.
Michael didn't let the look bother him. He knew when he started this last ditch effort to find out what changed between them, there would be only two possible outcomes. They would work out the problem, or Katherine would divorce him. Either way, he would find out the truth.
"Let me go."
"Do you understand?"
She hissed out a yes, but when he reached for the belt she quickly spat out, 'Yes,
Sir
'.
"Better. Remember this lesson because I'm through giving second chances. Last night you asked me why I never told you about this cabin and why I was thinking about selling it. I told you I would tell you later. I think now is a good time.
"You never met my brother Evan. He died before I met you. Evan was eleven years older than I. Although I'd never been up to the cabin, hell, I didn't even know much about it, except Evan went to 'the cabin' with dad once a month when I was still a kid. Dad said I that was 'too young for the man stuff'.
"Anyway I inherited this cabin jointly with Evan with rights of survivorship when dad died, although I didn't know it at the time. I remember when I was young I would ask about it, because Evan got to come up here with dad, and mom would say something about 'that damn cabin' or 'that evil place'. It would always upset her so I quit asking.
"My father died of cancer when I was almost fifteen. When I turned eighteen, Evan brought me here for the first time as my birthday present. On the way up he told me dad used this place as his Bondage and Domination hideaway for training, punishment, and, of course, pleasure. Mostly his pleasure, dad's that is. Towards the end of his life, dad got pretty violent. A girl was hospitalized after one incident. She almost died. I don't know for sure, but I think dad's involvement with bondage and domination, perhaps S/M, was what caused his and mom's divorce. I think it's possible dad practiced on mom here in the early years of his fascination with that life style. That would explain her calling this cabin an evil place.
"Anyway, as I said, my first time up here was when Evan brought me. It was Evan, Evan's friend Jack, three girls, and me."
"Julie's in training, Mike, my boy," Evan explained. "You're going to help." He turned his head slightly and said, "Present."
Julie, sitting at Evan's feet, immediately stood and undressed. She moved to stand directly in front of Evan, put her hands behind her bowed head, and spread her legs. Evan asked her several questions. I was so surprised I couldn't focus on what he said, only how she answered, 'yes, sir' to each question.
Evan chuckled at my shock, and then said, "Kneel."
Julie again responded instantly, and knelt in front of Evan. This time her hands, palms up, rested on her thighs; she knees were widely spread, and her shaved mound quite visible. Evan reached forward, started fondling Julie's breasts, and then explained to her that it was my eighteenth birthday and she was to give me the best blowjob I ever had. Julie crawled over to me, and had my zipper down before I could even respond.
