Chapter 2
The following morning being Sunday, Tom slept in late. In fact he didn't rise until 10:30 to an empty bed. Rubbing the sleep out of his eyes he heard Linda downstairs. With a moan, he walked to the bathroom, relieved himself and stepped into his morning shower.
Stepping out of the bedroom, closing the door behind him, he made his way to the stairs. Passing the spare bedrooms his casual glance made him pause. They were clean. So was the guest bathroom. The dirty laundry was down the chute. The counter tops were clean. The towels were put away. The only thing undone was the floor needed vacuuming.
Smiling to himself he listened closer to the noises Linda was making. Damn, if it didn't sound like she was doing the dishes. And before he reached the bottom of the stairs he recalled all that had happened and been said last night. Evidently his complaints were finally being taken serious.
The stairs ended by the foyer, which in turn lead to the living room, so it was the first room he saw downstairs. It too was cleaned except for vacuuming. And as the noises and aromas came from the kitchen he was lead in that direction.
There in her cutoffs and tank top was Linda busily scouring the stove. The coffee was perking away in the corner. The kitchen was spanking clean, except for the remainder of the blackened stove top that she was cleaning. A quick peek into the dining room showed that she had been active in there too.
Well. No doubt about it. Last night's activities were bearing fruit. Never would he even consider stopping what had been started a few short hours ago. If Linda needed him to take charge, it would be his pleasure.
"What smells so good?"
"Oh, good morning, love. I baked your favorite coffee cake. Have a seat and as soon as I wash up I'll serve you breakfast."
Giving her a quick kiss on her cheek the mystified Tom did as told. His place at the table was set and in mild awe he took his seat. Shortly, before him was his morning coffee and his favorite walnut and iced coffee cake. Waiting for Linda to be seated, a smile light up his face. Her actions could not be misunderstood. Here was a woman doing all within her power to make her man happy. And damn, if she wasn't succeeding like hell.
Yes, sir, he would make sure that if he ever wanted any changes made to request them with his hand on his wife's ass.
Mild chitchat filled the morning meal, neither mentioning the previous evening's activities. But when he finished eating, Linda quickly cleared the table instead of leaving it for several hours as was her custom. As he read the paper there could be no doubt that Linda was finishing the last of the cleaning in the kitchen. The dishwasher was humming away and he could hear her sweeping the floor.
When he finished with the Sunday paper he went into the kitchen to inspect it and his wife. It was spotless. Linda was bent over placing a pan in a lower cabinet. The cutoffs were pulled up her ass by her bent position and he could easily see two reddish- purple spots revealed beneath the ragged fringes of her jeans. And inspiration struck. "Don't move," came from him as he walked across the tiled floor.
Linda hadn't heard him enter the kitchen so his order came as a complete surprise to her, but she did as ordered. She remained in her bent-over position in front of the cabinets as she heard him approach her. Instantly her cunt gave a twitch.
All morning she had had a dripping cunt as she remembered the night before. The pain and the passions that had been wrought from her. As she had awoken at 7:00 she had made an instant decision: she would be a better wife and companion to her husband. If Tom wanted a clean house, he would have one. If he wanted to beat her ass for her misdeeds, she would willingly raise it for his hand. If he continued to be as passionate, demanding, assertive, and in control of her, she would willingly submit.
Never had she been so aroused as the two times last night when they had made love, and being basically a greedy person, she wanted it to continue. If it took a sore ass to accomplish it, so be it. She wanted those feelings to continue forever and ever.
So when he came upon her unexpected and told her not to move while her ass was waving in the air, hardly covered by her fringed cutoffs, she was more than willing to comply. Her hand released the pan into the cabinet but otherwise she remained still. Except for her emotions, they were tumbling all over the place inside her. All were pleasant emotions.
Would he hit her ass again? Would he inspect his 'handy work'? She had. It had been quite a sight in the mirror. Her ass was more than just red. It showed definite signs of turning black and blue by what she had received. And quite honestly she admitted to herself that she liked the looks of it that color, or colors as the case may be.
Tom was still somewhat amazed by Linda's actions, and his, but gave them little thought as he quickly covered the distance between them. His hand reached out to touch her slightly exposed ass. His fingers caressed the darkening spots that were visible. He touched them very gently in fact, as if he didn't want to cause her more pain, but that wasn't the real reason. No the real reason he touched her so lightly was he wanted to see if he could 'feel' them. Would her skin feel different?
He was surprised, because it did feel different. It was firmer than normal as if it was swollen. A closer inspection revealed that indeed it was swollen to some extent. Slightly warm, too. But as his fingers continued to caress her he knew that it should be swollen and warm, it had taken quite a bit last night. All skin swells and warms up when injured, and her ass had definitely been injured.
"Stand up, remove your jeans, then bend back over." Another simple statement with vast implications. Seconds later it was a fact. Tom again brought his hand to her ass but now he could see and feel all of it. Even to a casual observer it would be obvious that Linda's ass had been the recipient of one hell of a spanking. And he was endowed with one hell of a hard-on, but decided to wait. "When you are done vacuuming the house, I want to talk to you."
"Yes, sir."
As Tom started to walk away Linda reached for her jeans and began to step into them, and Tom got another idea. "Who told you to put them back on?"
"I... ahhh no one, sir."
"Then don't. You can vacuum without them on, can't you?"
"I... ahh yes, sir, I can."
"Fine. Then do it. And I had better not see you closing any curtains either. Understood?"
"Yes, sir."
"Good, so finish cleaning the house. I'll be outside trimming the hedges like I planned. I expect the house to be clean when I come back in."
"Yes, sir. It will be."
"Good."
As Tom left the house and went to the garage Linda had another very serious discussion with herself. There was no doubt in her mind that she would do as told but she had a lingering feeling of rebellion that kept trying to rise within her. Truly she wanted Tom to run her life, and if last night's passions were any indication of his responses, she wanted it more than ever.
But it was hard to be suddenly submissive for a person who had always prided herself in her determination and drive. It was hard to set aside her pride for her passions. What if one of their neighbors happened to walk by and see her bruised ass walking around the house as she vacuumed? What would she do? Or the neighbor? Would it change her life so very much? Indeed it would. And could she live with that change? Again the answer was, indeed she could. She could do almost anything to keep things like last night's overwhelming level.
A quick look at the clock showed it to be about one. She had been working her ass off for over six hours, and the results were many. The one result that she couldn't ignore at all was her dripping cunt.
Just thinking about last night kept her juices flowing and she thought about it as she got out the vacuum and drug it upstairs and began.
Tom had started in the back, then worked his way to the front of the house. Every buzz of the hedge clippers reminded him of Linda's buzzing cunt of last night. Never had she been so responsive. Nor had he. There was no longer any doubts as to how his marriage would be conducted from now on. He would be in charge. But what if Linda was to damn good at her responsibilities that he wasn't afforded another chance to spank her ass and get those wonderful feelings again? Should he spank her just because he wanted to? Or should they be kept as punishment only?
Working his way to the bushes along the front of the house he happened to glance in the living room and what did he see? Words are inadequate. Linda was indeed vacuuming. An unusual sight it was too. She was wearing her tube top, sandals and a bruised ass. Nothing else.
Holding the clippers above the hedges he stared at his wife. The longer he stared the more he wished he had told her to remove the tube top too. Would that ever be a sight! Linda had one hell of a set of knockers. It would be nice to view them too.
"I say, ol' man, what in the blazes is going on with you two?" came from Johnson, breaking into Tom's voyeurism.
"Wha' what?"
"Come on Tom, I'm not blind. In fact I came to the conclusion that you wanted me to see Linda's ass yesterday. And if I wasn't mistaken, it had a definite imprint of a hand on it, as if someone had given it a smarting smack." As he was speaking, Johnson turned to see what Tom had been staring at so intently. He too stared with avid interest.
Both remained silent for several second until Johnson said, "Well, I obviously didn't see the end results. You laid into her ass quite well, ol' man. Has it made a difference in your relationship?"
"Wha... what do you mean?"
"Come on Tom, I live next door. I've seen you two together. Have you finally taken charge of your marriage? By the looks of Linda's ass, you have, and it's about time, if I say so myself. You have my congratulations, even if you are late in asserting yourself. Better late than never I always say. So are you going to stand there with your mouth open all day, or are you going to answer me?"
Tom had not been prepared in the least for Johnson's interruption. In fact he was in daze watching Linda through the window as Johnson spoke. But finally the words began to make sense in his brain. Male ego aside, he was proud of Johnson's words.
"As you say, I've finally taken charge. And", giving him a devilish smile, "the results are fantastic to say the least."
"Not surprising to me. I've always said that a woman is never happier than when her man is a man and not a dishrag. They need it. It's a natural born instinct in them. Oh they may think that this women's lib stuff is great, but deep down they want to be treated with a firm hand. Hell, God made them weaker, smaller and dependant upon man, why should they fight it? As I say, it's natural for them. And I'm pleased that you finally caught on, perhaps now the other women in the neighborhood will settle down. Now that Linda is in her proper place."
"What in the hell are you talking about? What do you mean the 'other women will settle down'?"
"Oh, pardon me. Of course you wouldn't know. But ever since you two moved in six months ago some of the women, my wife included, have been talking about you two. How you never seemed to be in control and let Linda do as she pleased. It has had quite an effect on the other women. Just last week, Susan mentioned that your house was a mess, that Linda didn't iron, or clean, or take care of much of anything. Well, needless to say I had to set Susan straight fast. Two hours in the basement took care of her minor rebellion and set our relationship back on course."
Tom was totally lost as far as his neighbor conversation was going. What in the world was he talking about? And what did he have in his basement? Hell, if Johnson was talking so free, he was curious enough to ask. "Just what is in your basement?"
"Oh, well if you really want to know, I have a very complete room in which to discipline Susan. And I might add, that she is in total agreement. Susan knew a long time ago what she needed. In fact I have been disciplining her since before our marriage. Would you care to see the room? It might give you some ideas in how to handle Linda now that you've finally made the decision to do so."
This was getting crazy. But damned if he didn't want to see that room. "I'd be delighted. But just a minute, first."
Johnson looked at him with a puzzled expression, but it soon turned to a leer as Tom placed the forgotten clippers on the ground, turned them off, and tapped on the window. As Linda had just turned off the vacuum, she heard the tap and turned around and saw Tom, AND JOHNSON staring at her.
Linda was too shocked to move, thus she saw Tom jester for her to turn around. Her face flooded red, hell her whole body was red, as she fought with herself. Five. Ten. Fifteen seconds passed like a life-time as she struggled with herself, but finally she turned around and presented her beaten ass to her audience.
Totally humiliated she kept her body stiff and straight until she heard another tap on the window. Turning her head, she saw Tom hold up his hand then fold his fingers toward his palm. His meaning was plain. Linda turned her head back around and bent forward at the waist. An eternity passed as she remained in position. Finally another tap was heard. Twisting her head to the side she looked, Tom waved good-bye. She stood up and rushed from the room.
She had never been so humiliated in her life. Or as excited. With hardly a thought she rushed to the master bedroom. Placing herself in front of the full length mirror she turned around, spread her legs and bent over. Looking between her legs she saw what she had just shown to Tom and Johnson. Her battered ass had turned a deeper black and blue since she had seen it this morning. And with that wonderful sight in view she frigged herself to one damn glorious climax.
Having found a temporary relief, she return to her work. She did want to have it all done before Tom returned for their talk. Maybe if he stayed away long enough she could do the ironing too.
As Tom and Johnson made their way across the lawn, Tom's mind tried to assemble all that had happened in the last twenty-four hours. It was an astounding amount of changes. And if he wasn't mistaken there was more to come when he reached this room. He was beginning to feel out of his element. Because if he wasn't mistaken Johnson's basement room contained an assortment of punishment devices. Somehow just the thought of that made him harder than he already was.
Then another thought entered his brain. "By the way, what in the hell is your first name? All I know is Johnson."
"Oh, sorry, ol' man. Let me introduce myself. Wilber Lionel Johnson at your service." Wilber could almost read Tom's expressions. 'How in the world did a man called Wilber ever come by a basement room that he was expecting to see.'
"But I go by Will, as you can probably guess I suits me better. Hard to imagine a man named Wilber ever taking control of anything isn't it?"
"Ahh, yea, it is. But as you say, Will does seem to fit. As if Will has the will to take control."
"Oh, I like that. I'll have to remember to tell Susan that one. She'll get a kick out of it too." Will laughed all the way to his front door.
"Unfortunately Susan isn't here right now. She is doing some shopping, her parents' anniversary is next week, or I would use her to demonstrate some of the equipment for you. She is most obliging when it comes to our special room. A truly devoted wife. Truly devoted, except for minor slips that I quickly correct, much to her approval I might add."
As they were talking they had made their way into the house and down the stairs. Walking to a door under the stairway, Will took a key out of his pocket and inserted it into the lock. Opening the door, he reached around the corner and flipped on the light, then stepped back to allow Tom to enter.
Tom had thought he knew what to expect, but he was mistaken by a tenth. The room before him could not be described as anything other than a torture chamber. The walls were literally covered with instruments of torture. There were chains and ropes galore. Hooks and rings embedded all over the place. There were whips, canes, blindfolds, gags, weird leather devices that he assumed were types of restraints, massive blocks of wood that he wasn't sure of their intent, there was an entire shelf that contained dildos, plugs, and gags, a sawhorse, two hard wooden chairs, one of which had no seat per say and the other had a strange looking clip in the center of it, and there was many other things that he couldn't even begin to recognize.
"Impressive isn't it?", came from Will as he stood in the doorway watching Tom survey the room.
"And then some. What the hell is all this?"
They spent the next hour and a half in the room as Will explained everything that Tom didn't understand the use of. When some things were still unclear to Tom, Will got out a massive photo album. That album explained more than words ever could, for it contained pictures of Susan under torture (but somehow Tom didn't think she thought of it that way), Susan in restraints, under the whip, under the cane, Susan in too many forms of bondage to elaborate on. And Tom was more aware than ever of his throbbing cock.
Seeing Tom's reaction to the pictures Will volunteered to loan him some of his magazines on bondage and discipline, which Tom eagerly accepted. But when Tom asked him how he could have so many pictures of Susan as he had, Will explained, "It is quite ease in fact. As I said, Susan and I have had this type of relationship since before we were married and I've always had a fascination with these type of photos so it sent me in search of a means to fulfill them. One day I went to a photo shop to pick up a roll of film that contained our latest episode and the manager asked to speak with me. Well, wanting my pictures, I agreed. Soon I found myself in the back room and what should I see all over the wall? The very pictures I had come to pick up."
"Well to say that I was surprised would be an understatement, but before I could speak he did. To put it quite simply, he shared my interests and we made an agreement that from then on I would use his store exclusively. I might add he was instrumental in Susan being pictured in various magazines, two of which I have lent you."
With the magazines tucked under his arm, the unusual things that he had seen and heard rattling around in his head, Tom made his way back across the lawns. He retrieved the clippers on the front lawn, put them away and entered his house with all kinds of thoughts still whirling around in his head.
He made an inspection of the house. Finding it immaculate, retired to the study with the magazines in hand. He had seen Linda ironing in the basement and began to have serious thoughts of changing part of that basement to resemble Will's.
He had heard of magazines of this nature but had never seen any, so he literally studied them. When he came upon the two that contained Susan he gave them special attention. There was no doubt in his mind that it was his neighbor and that fact somehow made them more exciting.
One set of pictures showed her hanging from the ceiling as Will whipped her, he couldn't see Will in the pictures but he knew who was doing it to her, his only question being who held the camera. The other set of pictures showed her in various restraints, some rope, some leather, all beguiling to his senses. The more he looked at the pictures the more he wanted to try some of those things on Linda.
Would she allow it? Now there he went again, thinking about asking her permission, he had to stop that sort of thinking if he was to do what had suddenly been shown to him.
Ok, a different line of though then. How could he get Linda into scenes like these? Should he take it slowly? Or rush right into it? Hell, he had visions of whips and so far he had only used his hand once. God, were things changing fast around here! Well, one decision was definite, he would start Linda along the path he wanted to go.
Should he plan to redo the basement? No, that would have to wait for a while, he hadn't been kidding when he said he was in danger of losing his job. No the remodeling would have to wait for a while, but there was no reason that some minor changes couldn't be made in the interim. After all, he did have a wood shop in the basement, and who would question a few hooks around. He could always say he used them to hang thing, he just wouldn't say that his favorite thing to hang was Linda. Yes, that was where he would start.
Hearing Linda come up the stairs he looked toward the door and saw her carrying the ironing by, heading for the stairs. Well, no time like the present. Tom made his way to the basement and his workshop.
It didn't take him long to install hooks, he had had some around thinking that he would use them to hold some of his tools, but holding Linda suddenly seemed much more appealing. When the hooks were installed he again took up the magazines and began.