A part of me admired my wife's attempt at atonement but once I had set the plan in motion with the professor, my thoughts swirled too much to enjoy her efforts, so I pulled her to her feet. Oddly, she didn't mention the discussion as I led her to the bedroom to get ready and with barely a glimpse towards me, she started looking through her closet.
Since we had time to kill before going to the professor's house, and already feeling antsy, I decided we should go for drinks. I waited impatiently for Rachel but when she appeared fifteen minutes later in a wrap dress, I was pleased to see she had made an effort to look hot despite the circumstances. A sleeveless crimson color with a low neckline, it showed her breasts nicely, and with the hem cut six inches above her knee, her lovely legs were on display as well.
"I approve," I said.
She gave me a nervous smile, took my offered hand, and let me guide her to the car. A few minutes later, we pulled into the parking lot of the same bar where she had recently given me a blowjob in the bathroom.
"Here?" she asked with a worried expression.
"I thought you liked the place," I replied holding back a snicker.
As soon as we entered, I saw her eyes rapidly scan the room. Mine did the same but the only familiar face belonged to the bartender. He glanced our way, then returned to his duties but just a second later I saw him suddenly look back when his memory caught up. A little smile appeared on his face but he showed discretion and diverted his eyes. I purposefully led us to the same table and soon a young waitress came by and took our order.
"The bartender...he spotted us," my wife said when she departed.
"I know," I said and stroked her arm slowly.
Rachel looked at my hand for a moment and then said, "Don't hurt me."
"Do you think you deserve punishment?" I asked.
"No...maybe a little. I don't know. Not hard," she stumbled.
"Are you nervous?" I followed even though her mannerisms gave it away.
"Yes!" she answered, then took a deep breath and said, "You're being too nice. It scares me."
I hadn't intended to play a mind game with her, but I could see her view, so I thought about it a bit and then replied, "No need to get emotional. We just need to address your behavior."
"I tried...I did. I told you it's hard for a woman to be intimate and not have feelings. It makes it hard to be rude...be mean," she responded, using the same explanation she had offered earlier.
"Are you sure you want your defense to be that you care for the man?" I challenged her.
"Well...it's not like that...not exactly. You're twisting it," she whined.
Just then, our waitress returned and we watched silently as she unloaded the tray. As soon as she stepped away, my wife took a long pull on her martini and I realized I needed to monitor her drinking so she didn't overdo it.
"I understand what you're trying to say but you've had multiple discussions with him since you started fall classes which gave you many opportunities to politely stop him," I told her, and when she didn't reply, I added, "Perhaps those feelings you have mean you still want to fuck him."
"No...that's not true," she protested.
"Do you?" I pushed ignoring her statement.
"No! Quit beating me up," she whined.
"Okay, but I think we can agree that punishment is called for," I said.
"I don't..." she responded with a pleading expression, and then said, "Just don't be mean."
Over the next ninety minutes, I let her have two more drinks but had to slow her down multiple times. The conversation drifted between her punishment and other subjects with some quiet time interspersed. Along the way, I thought about her anxiety, and I tried to remember how she reacted to the spanking she received the last time we used the dungeon. I couldn't recall this level of angst and of course, afterward, all the discussion had been about Kott's cock entering her pussy. I guessed the additional time she had to think about it played a role but I didn't think it accounted for everything. or maybe she was worried about the formality of our understanding. Perhaps, she felt that violating our formal agreement would make me feel I had more leeway.
During the final thirty minutes in the bar, my nervous energy rose steadily and by the time it came to go, I was, like my wife, in an agitated state. We made the drive to the professor's house, barely speaking, and he threw open the door on the first knock.
"Welcome!" he called out loudly.
The excitement in his voice startled Rachel and she took a half-step back. Dr. Kott turned and led us towards his living room and as we followed, I noticed my wife's downcast eyes.
"Hello Anna," I said when I spotted her on the sofa and received a simple nod.
Fully dressed, for just a moment my mind returned to the brief intimacy we had shared. Rachel leaned forward and gave her a quick hug and we joined her on the sofa while our host settled in a nearby chair. I had hoped to proceed with minimal interaction with the couple but it appeared we would not be so lucky.
I could tell Kott wanted to say something but he still surprised me when he blurted out, "Did the man get in her bed, again?"
He said it in a hopeful tone and it struck me that he existed for all things sexual. I noticed Rachel's body stiffen from the question and I let her calm before responding.
"No, not that. She has been engaging in conversations with him when she shouldn't," I answered.
"Ahhh...much less serious but still something that should be addressed," he replied looking a little crestfallen.
"Oh, excuse my rudeness. Would anyone like a drink? Some wine perhaps?" Anna asked, jumping to her feet.
"No, thank you. We had several drinks before coming over, so I think we've had enough," I explained and she responded with a nod but remained standing.
"How are you progressing with things? With her training?" the Polish man asked.
"Quite well...until this issue," I replied.
"Excellent!" he fired back and then said, "I've noticed the change in her appearance at school."
I recalled the conversation she shared where the professor and Josh questioned her and commented on her jiggling tits. It caused me to smile and then a daring thought hit me.
"Yes, would you like to see her?" I asked.
"Of course!" the man answered.
I turned to Rachel and met her pleading eyes but when I didn't offer a reprieve, they slowly became defiant. I nodded to her signaling my expectation and we had a brief stare down before she stood. Then, she quickly released the dress and shrugged it off her shoulders. When it dropped to her feet, she stood before us deliciously naked.
I noticed both Anna and Henry's eyes located her piercings, alternating their gaze between her breasts and pussy, which prompted me to say, "I decided to mark her."
"I see and does she wear them with pride?" he asked maintaining his gaze.
"She's learning to," I replied.
"Wonderful!" he responded and then boldly asked, "May I look closer?"
He had already started to move when I nodded my assent and he deftly stepped forward, dropped to one knee, and leaned towards her pussy until his face was just inches away. Slowly, he lifted his arm, turned his hand, extended his index finger, and separated her folds with his fingertip. Rachel inhaled deeply but stayed in place and the man very gently let his finger rise until the small metal loop rested on it. He maintained his touch as the seconds ticked by until her leg began to involuntarily twitch. It broke his concentration but rather than pull his finger away, he moved it slowly through her lips before ending the contact. My eyes, which had followed his actions, rose and I could that my wife's nipples now stood erect. Also, her eyes darted about as if they had too much energy to fix on one thing.
"I like them," I said, feeling I needed to break the awkward silence.
"Yes, yes...a marvelous addition. So symbolic which I'm sure was your intent," he acknowledged, and then asked, "And the plug? Is she still training?"
"No, the plug she used with the maintenance guy," I replied.
"Ahhh...I see," he responded with a curious expression, and then suddenly he stood straight and said, "I think it must be time to begin."
We fell in behind him as he moved down the corridor and I only noticed Anna had stayed behind when we reached the garage. Everything appeared as I remembered and with no formalities, he led us to the center of the room. With a nod, he turned towards the bench we had used before, but I had other ideas, so I stopped him.
"Look, professor, I think I want to keep this simple. No restraints, no gags...I'm thinking just on her hands and knees on the mat over there," I explained.
His face showed some disappointment, but he replied, "As you wish."
"Not too much," my wife said as she stepped towards the spot.
As we watched, she lowered onto her hands and knees but kept her legs tightly closed. I turned towards the rack that held the selection of devices and my eyes landed on a slender cane. About three feet long with a small leather handle, I thought it might prove visually daunting while allowing me to poke and tease.
"Be careful. It seems benign but it can be damaging if used too aggressively," Kott warned.
When I saw Rachel's head turn, I knew she had heard the message, too, but with a simple nod, I noted the comment and then stepped towards my wife. I hadn't thought about the professor being present, but after a few seconds of consideration, I rationalized it might add to my wife's anxiousness, so I let it go. I ran the cane along the inside of her thighs, tapping several times to make her open her legs, and slowly, her lovely mound appeared. Smooth from a recent shaving, it looked enticing and I tease the outside of her labia until she started to wiggle her butt. Then, I moved into a good position and with a half swing struck her pretty cheeks.
