Tell Me What You Want Ch. 02 - Sex Stories

Tell Me What You Want Ch. 02

... dig into his palm, heard a long, lazy swishing noise and an almighty crack that left him sobbing in shock and disbelief as the agony rolled on and on.

"Twenty."

His body ached from the onslaught, each heartbeat making his tormented buttocks pulse and sting. Gradually, he became aware that the only sound in the room was his own sniffling. Lotte had stopped.

He fought back a sudden urge to thank her, to slide down onto his knees and kiss her feet for showing him mercy. She had been savage; twelve strokes would have been enough, twenty was far in excess. He felt an immense unreasoning gratitude towards his wife for limiting herself to the original punishment.

"He's quite a mess."

Bea's voice.

"He's being punished. Of course he's a mess."

Lotte's response.

"I can't believe he lets you do this to him, Lotte."

"Why?"

"He's always been so sweet, so caring. I would never have imagined this side to him."

"The slave side?"

"Yes. I can't believe he wants to be our slave."

Our slave: there it was, laid out for him. The words penetrated through the fog, sharpening his thinking.

"Oh, yes," Lotte chuckled, still a little out of breath from administering the beating, "He's always been under my thumb, Bea, even before we were married. I just thought it was time to step it up, to formalise the arrangement."

"With the contract."

"That, yes, but other things. It's been a gradual process, but now the contract's signed, it's, uh, I guess it's a ...

... watershed moment."

"What do you mean?"

"He understands that he's going to be trained. I'm going to turn him into my perfect toy. Here."

There was a pause.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, Bea."

"I'm not sure."

Another pause.

"Think of it as taking control. You wanted this change for him too. Take it, have a man serve you for once."

Hector turned his head, able to glimpse a flash of red dress. Bea turned, stepping closer. The cane was in her hand.

"Hard. Make sure he feels it."

Hector's heart sank, twisting his neck painfully to catch sight of his friend's face, to make contact somehow. He was sure that he could get Bea to refuse to administer the extra two strokes she'd added. All she had to do was look at him.

Bea changed her stance, flexing the cane. Hector glared at her, willing her to make eye contact. She didn't, staring rigidly at his buttocks, bringing the cane back over her shoulder. Hector made a little choking, mewling sound, his cheeks wet with spittle and tears. He had been prepared for his wife to punish him, but not gentle, lovely Bea. It felt like someone was turning a knife in his guts.

She moved, bringing the cane down with an unexpected ferocity, and he howled. The pain was no worse than before, but it was a sound powered by something else, by the pure degradation of having to submit to her. Bea recoiled.

"Twenty-one," Lotte counted, "One more."

Bea drew the cane back quickly, sent it back down, slashing across the tops of his ...