Viola pulled into her garage and sat in the car. She had cried all the way home.
"Thank God there had been no traffic tonight or she would have surely had an accident" she thought.
She wiped her tears and pulled herself and her clothes together. She didn't know if she could face her husband. She just knew he would take one look at her and know something was wrong. It would be written all over her face. You didn't live with a person nearly 30 years and not get to know them inside and out.
She opened the door to the house from the garage quietly and she could hear the TV playing loudly in the living room.
"Oh happy days, tonight was the night he watched that silly wrestling, WWF or Smackdown or something." she thought.
He heard her come in and called out to her, "Honey, you're home?"
"Yes, it's me. It is amazing you can hear anything with that TV so loud." she said.
"Don't start fussing, I'll turn it down. I left you some supper in the microwave if you're hungry."
"Thank you, my back is killing me. I think I will take a soak in the tub first and then eat." she replied.
"Okay, suit yourself" he said, barely paying her any as she waved to him and headed towards their bedroom.
She went into the bathroom and stripped out of her clothes and sat on the edge of the tub as she ran a bath. She put her bath salts in and her favorite body wash. Soaking in the tub always relaxed her and she began to think much more clearly about the mess she was in.
She had never cheated on her husband the whole time they were married. She knew what she had been doing virtually with her Dom was wrong; but there had been no physical contact. People say an emotional affair is just as bad or may even be worse than an actual physical affair but Viola felt differently.
She knew her husband, Charlie could possibly forgive her for this virtual cheating but his male ego and pride would never forgive what she just did with her boss. The crazy thing was that he had a few slip ups along the way and she had forgiven him but the old double standard was alive and in force in her world. It wasn't fair but life really never is.
She came to the conclusion she was going to have to continue to do whatever her boss wanted because there was no way she was going to throw away her marriage and family, nor her reputation in the community. She had worked too hard and she didn't deserve to end her career in disgrace and humiliation.
Once she got out of the tub, she started to feel better even though her body really ached because of the spanking, anal penetration and the pounding her pussy had taken. He had put her through the ringer with no regard for her age or body ailments. He had been brutal but she could not deny it, a part of her, oh how she hated to admit it, had really loved it and she had never felt more alive sexually in her life.
"What a worthless, nasty slut, you really are" she said to herself as she looked in the bathroom mirror.
She tightened her robe around her, ate her leftover supper then went into the living room and kissed her husband on the top of his bald head. He was in his recliner and the TV was watching him. Viola went to bed.
The next day at the office, Derek called her into his office around 10 am.
"Hello, sweet Vi, that was a hell of night last night, wasn't it?"
Viola assumed it was a rhetorical question and just rolled her eyes.
"Vi, there will be no disrespect from you, ever. I will make a note of that to add to your weekly punishment." he sneered.
"I am sorry Sir, I just do not know what you expect of me and when you expect it. I assumed that doing regular working hours you would expect me to be Mrs. Lawrence and later when we are alone in the evening to be your Vi, Sir."
He said, "You may have a point and I called you in so we could discuss the parameters of our new relationship. The do's and dont's. But regardless rolling your eyes either as Mrs. Lawrence or as Vi is disrespectful and I am both your boss and your Master so the extra punishment is still going to be logged."
"Yes Sir," Viola said quietly.
For the next hour Derek laid out all his rules and expectations to Viola. She was to bring in any and all sex toys she had at home. She was not allowed any orgasms without his permission. She was only allowed to have sex with her husband once a week. Viola told him that would not be an issue as her husband sex drive seemed to have dimished almost entirely since he started taking his high blood pressure medications.
He had other demands, like she could only wear skirts and open down the front blouses. He knew her breasts were too large to expect her to go braless at work but he wanted her to order pretty lacy maternity bras that he had found on the internet.
He had changed her work hours so that she started later in the day two days a week and that would ensure them the privacy they needed as they would be the only two working late. He told her to let her husband know that on the late nights he would gladly bring her home.
Viola was okay with all of his demands at that point, even the weekly punishment because secretly inside she felt she deserved and wanted to be spanked like a worthless cheating whore.
"Lastly, I need you to stop corresponding with your Dom. I am your Dom now. You will tell me how you and he have been corresponding and I will monitor all correspondence on the social media platform you have been using."
Viola didn't even realize she had started crying until she felt the tear roll down her check. She was in some sort of shock as she tried to process what he had just said and what that would mean.
She started shaking her head, no over and over again.
"I can't just walk away with no explanation or anything, he has been more to me than just someone to play sex games. I mean he means more to me than you can understand. NO!!
I just can't." she yelled.
The backhand came hard and swift. Viola never saw it coming but it was with enough force to knock her out of the chair and turn the chair over.
