Authors Note:
I hadn't planned writing a sequel for A Brief and Dangerous Liaison, but after a request or two I decided to put my mind to it. It should be noted that this story is not for the squeamish or fainthearted. It contains some violence as it follows the post confession punishment of an unfaithful mobster's wife. For those who haven't yet read the first story submitted 6/09/05, I would suggest you do so before reading this submission to gain an insight of the circumstances leading to Gracie's downfall from grace.
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Eddie Torrelli sat tormented in his spacious elevated lounge, the large bay windows providing a perfect view of the tree lined street below. His shaking hand still held the open condom packet as he waited for his unfaithful wife to return from her morning run. As a head of a crime family, he demanded loyalty from all those around him, from his advisors, suppliers and from his soldiers down to his servants that looked after his house. But more especially, he expected loyalty from his beautiful wife Gracie.
He tried to imagine the young man she met at the hotel the night before laying between Gracie's lovely thighs, his cock penetrating her wonderfully tight pussy. He struggled with the thought of her arms around another man and the kissing that would have transpired. Eddie thought back to the man in an attempt to recall his name, John, no, it was Johno. He knew that Gracie would've been attracted to him, he was young, tall and good looking, just how she liked them. Looking down at the condom packet, Eddie visualised Gracie's face as Johno brought her to an easy orgasm, his anger building as he screwed up the small packet in his hand.
Eddie took other women regularly; just a few days ago he had had a romp in bed with a stunning young Puerto Rican girl nearly forty years his junior. The Viagra certainly eliminated the age gap, and he had left the girl stunned in bed from the physical onslaught of his prowess. As far as Eddie was concerned, the frequent bedding other women was part of his position as head of the family. It was common for his bodyguards or friends to procure attractive women for his use, sometimes more than one. It proved that he was the man and still a great lover, the fact that he'd a beautiful wife at home many years his younger and whom he loved dearly, was irrelevant. He felt no guilt, as everyone knows; man's sexual needs are different for a woman. It's just the way it is.
Suddenly, Eddie caught sight of Gracie running up the street towards their house, he took in her long legs as they carried her effortlessly off the footpath and up their long driveway. He watched as she ran along the side of the house to the back door where she would thoughtfully remove her sodden running shoes. Eddie walked through to the kitchen as Gracie entered the back door. She smiled at Eddie before opening the fridge, removing a jug of orange juice and taking a swig.
"Phew, that was a good run, knocked off another minute off my best time." she commented as she filled a tall glass and replaced the jug in the fridge.
It was only then she noticed the dark look on her husbands face, it was a look that stopped her dead.
"What's wrong Eddie?"
"Do you ever lie to me Gracie?" he asked in a quiet voice.
"No, never?"
"I was looking through your handbag looking for pain killers. Can you explain why I found this?"
Eddie placed the condom packet on the bench in front of her and smoothed it flat. Her heart stopped and her legs trembled under her weight as she realised that she'd been found out.
"It's a condom from the vending machine at the hotel last night isn't it?" Eddie continued. "You fucked that Johno I saw you with last night. Is that right Gracie, did you fuck him?"
He looked into her face and saw the guilt and the fear. "Don't lie to me Gracie."
"Yes." she whispered.
His face fell, "Why Gracie, why did you have to do that?"
She hesitated before answering, "I don't know Eddie, he was nice looking, I drunk too much red wine and you know what that does to me. And I was lonely because you were ignoring me."
His face twisted in rage, "Ignoring you, for fucks sake Gracie, I was upstairs doing business. It's that business that buys you everything you fucking want."
He raised his hand in anger and moved towards her, trapped in the corner of the kitchen bench Gracie had nowhere to escape. In all of the years of their marriage, Eddie had never once raised a hand to her, but she knew that now counted for nothing. Having witnessed him venting his violent rage on others, she knew what he was capable of and had every right to be scared.
She raised her hands to protect herself, "Please no Eddie; please not my face."
Eddie checked himself at the last moment and stepped away from her.
"I know I've done something terrible and I have to be punished, but please not where it can be seen." Gracie whispered.
For a long few seconds Eddie's eyes bored into his wife, she felt only despair as he always lived by the code, that if you commit the crime, you do the time. He only respected that victims took their punishment well, any pleading or attempts at negotiation only made the punishment worse.
"Okay Gracie, we'll do this another way. I want you to go down to that shop in Key St; you know the one that sells all those naughty things. I want you to buy a nice thick leather strap; then I want you to bring it home to me so that I can teach you a little respect and hopefully bring you to your senses. Will you do that for me Gracie?"
Gracie felt the weight of the world fall on her, for knew what was going to happen.
"Yes Eddie, I'll do that."
"Don't think about trying to run from me. You know that I'll find you, and then things will only be worse for you. Do you understand Gracie?"
She nodded, "I understand Eddie. I'll do as you ask."
He smiled almost warmly which only gave false hope, "That's good. Off you go and don't be long."
"I'll just take a quick shower before I go."
Eddie shook his head, "Sorry Gracie, you don't have time for that. Just go as you are."
A few minutes later, Gracie eased her Mercedes coupe out of the driveway and pointed it towards town. He mind was awash of her situation, she knew she couldn't run. Firstly she didn't have the financial means to disappear and then Eddie would find her. She discounted pleading for mercy as it would fall on deaf ears. The only option was to take her punishment the best she could. Her mind switched to the condom and how it got into her bag the night before. She thought back to when Johno knelt between her parted thighs, how she tore the condom packet open and carefully removed the contents. She visualised dropping the empty packet and realised that her open bag would have been underneath on the floor of the SUV. She cursed herself for being so stupid, if she'd thrown caution to the wind and decided to not use a condom, she wouldn't be going through this unimaginable nightmare.
She dawdled along under the speed limit until impatient drivers behind her vented their impatience and spirited her to a higher speed. Twenty minutes later, Gracie hit the city and expertly guided the Mercedes towards her destination. Key St was in the sleazier part of town, near the strip joints and massage parlours, the only reason Gracie knew her way around this part of town was due to the many fine small restaurants that also inhabited the area. She found the shop she was looking for and a park close by. At night it would be impossible due to the many attractions, however, at this time of the morning, the street was nearly deserted.
Gracie got out of the Mercedes and walked down the street feeling like a hooker dressed only in revealing shorts, jogging shoes and a sweat shirt. She pushed the door and found it locked, looking down she found a sign with the hours of business. Checking her watch, she had thirty minutes to wait before it opened. Gracie tried to look inside, but all of the external windows were blacked out. Returning to the car, she sat and waited with only the stereo and her fear to keep her company. Thirty minutes later to the minute, a tall dark male dressed in a black tee shirt and black leather pants let himself into the shop and flicked the closed sign to open.
Gracie sat in the car for a few seconds and then entered the dimly lit interior of the shop. Inside was a huge array of items, from videos and magazines to adult toys. Venturing deeper into the store, she found what she was looking for. On display racks stood a variety of leather whips and straps, beside them were canes, paddles and riding crops. Accessories such as restraints and handcuffs were close by. Gracie shuddered as she turned her attention to the leather straps, there were wide and thin, some split down the middle at the business end. She was confused and didn't know where to start. She was tempted to grab the first one and run when a voice close by startled her.
"Morning, can I help you?"
Gracie turned and looked into the friendly face of the man she'd seen earlier, she panicked briefly but then took a deep breath.
"Yes. My husband and I are thinking about getting into a little discipline if you know what I mean. Maybe you could point me in the right direction."
He returned a beaming smile, "Well, you've come to the right place for that. I can assure its all good fun."
Yeah right, Gracie thought to herself.
"What would you recommend for beginners?" she asked innocently.
That was a mistake, for the next five minutes she was bombarded with information about every implement on display. In the end and on the attendant's recommendation, Gracie decided on a wide leather strap. The thin handle widened out to a fine wide body of polished dark leather. The assistant explained that it spread the impact over a greater area and the noise it made on impact was quite astounding, just the thing for beginners. Gracie noticed that the rigid leather almost stood straight when held horizontally and shuddered involuntarily at the thought of the damage it might inflict.
"We've a room out the back if you'd like to try it out." he suggested running his eyes over her tan thighs. "I'm a dab hand with one of these."
Gracie managed to smile sweetly at the suggestion, "No thanks, I'd rather try it out with my husband."
"If you like it the other way, you can try it out on me. I'm not averse to taking a few whacks from a pretty lady."
