"So, you've been with another boy?"
She nodded, eyes downcast, standing before me in her short dressing gown, hair still damp from her bath.
I sighed, and got up from my chair, and walked over to her. She was silently shedding tears, her shoulders vibrating with the effort to keep quiet, but her cheeks soaked and drops falling from her chin onto the dressing gown.
"There's no point in you crying now, is there, dear?" I said, then lifted her face to look at me.
"I don't want to lose you..." She said, tears running down her face.
"I don't want to lose you either, but how can I live with you knowing that you don't love me, and only me. I can't handle you being with another man, girl! Dammit, we're married!"
"I am so sorry, It was an accident, It won't happen again, I promise." She replied, but I roughly pushed her out of the way and stormed out of the living room. She followed me into the den, where I slumped in my favorite chair and just looked at her, feeling angry, hurt, and totally betrayed.
She stood in the doorway, unsure of what to do, and we stayed that way for about fifteen minutes, before she turned and went into our bedroom, where she collapsed on the bed, sobbing brokenly.
It tore at my heart to hear her so sad, but that feeling was overwhelmed by my anger at her affair. In our four years of marriage I had plenty of opportunity to have an affair with my female staff, and our house keeping staff. In Malaysia it was almost expected that the female staff of a wealthy businessman were at his sexual beck and call. But I had never strayed. I didn't want to, and now ... she had strayed.
I got up and walked out of the den, following her cries and sobs until I entered the main bedroom, I firmly closed the door and walked to the edge of the bed, where she had sat up, watching me with her tear-stained face.
"What am I supposed to do? You have shamed me! You had an affair with one of my staff! You have dishonored me in front on my entire workforce. How can I operate my business now? You tell me!"
She knelt on the bed, arms towards me, pleading with her eyes. I glared at her, then sat on the edge of the bed, not facing her, stiff-backed, anger still coursing through my veins. She came up behind me and laid her hand on my shoulder, I shrugged it off and spun, pulling her off balance so that she fell against me. Suddenly her ass was under my face, and I slapped it, as hard as I could in my off-balance position. She froze as I stopped, my hand pressed hard against her ass, feeling it through the terrycloth of her bathrobe.
"I know how I can forgive you, my wife. I am going to beat you until I feel you have repaid me with your tears what hurt you have done to my heart!"
She nodded, then got up, and climbed off the bed. She walked over to the dresser and slipped out of her robe as I got up and removed my shirt, pants and other outer vestments. By the time I was down to my underwear, she was standing in front of me holding one of our CP implements which we had both agreed had no place in erotic play; it was a six foot long strap we had found in a stall in Penang. An evil implement, it was 1/4 inch thick, strong rubber, with ridges all along one side. Heavy and brutal, the one time I had used it on her, playfully, it had left deep red bruises that had taken some days to fully heal.
I took the strap from her and pulled out a chair. She bent over the back, resting her hands on the seat as I took a step behind and to her side, then coiled the strap, ribbed side in, and swung it towards her naked backside. The sound was like a bolt of lightning, she cried out, and jumped clear of the floor, nearly falling over the chair from the fire in her seat, and I was shocked by the impact force. Already, a red welt had appeared, covering a third of one buttock, running diagonally down, across the apex of her thighs, down the undercurve of her other buttock and onto her upper thigh.
I may have been irrationally angry with her, totally with reason, but I was not sadistic, and this thing caused far too much pain for my taste. I grabbed her by the arm, dropped the strap, and sat down on the bed, pulling her over my lap and began spanking her as hard as I could bring my hand down onto her bottom.
She lay passively, grunting and gasping as my hand turned her bottom a nice shade of splotchy red and caused a rising heat in my hand. I stopped after about eight minutes, then made her stand up. I turned her around and lay her the other way across my lap and continued with my other hand. She began to struggle after another few minutes, but I held her down and continued to beat her bare bottom until my other hand was so sore it hurt more than I could imagine her deep red bottom did. I stopped, resting my hand on her flaming bottom, as she slowly realized that I had stopped and tried to get up. I let her, but guided her into a kneeling position beside me.
