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John was deeply concerned. It hurt to leave her, but he looked across at her and she gave him a nervous smile. He knew that she would have been aroused by the beating, probably more aroused than he had ever known her to be before. It had been a severe beating by any standards and he knew that she revelled in the pleasure and pain of sadomasochism. He had almost encouraged her to show Robert her body in her panties and bra when she had asked. She would be wet and this would show through her panties. Was it safe to leave her with him in this state?
As he walked out of the room he heard Robert say: "Now, my dear, what are you wearing under those lovely silk pants?"
He paused at the door listening intently for her reply. But there was none; just silence. He waited. 'God, what was she doing?' He thought. He turned to go back into the room consumed by jealousy and curiosity. He felt he had to protect her. He then heard her sigh softly. "Oh, Robert." He knew her soft silky voice and how it expressed the state of her feeling. If he went into the room to intervene Katherine would be furious. The last thing he wanted at this stage was to incur her wrath, so reluctantly he turned away and headed for his car in the car park.
He got home at 11.15am. Robert had been right. The whole experience had taken not much more than an hour. John's bottom was certainly very sore and driving home had been somewhat uncomfortable. But he felt highly contented with what had happened. Although his buttocks were heavily bruised, which made it difficult to sit down, he felt an inner glow of achievement. He had taken 24 punishing strokes with a viscous cane.
John went upstairs to the bedroom, stripped off his track suit trousers and his top and stood in front of the mirror admiring the effect of the punishment he had taken. It was amazing to see the heavy bruising, but he felt excited as he saw and touched the vivid welts which were raised above the rest of the bruising. Some of these had some blood spots but the sight and feel of the ridges gave him a thrill. His cock was rigid again. He laid on the bed face down stroking himself firmly as he thought of his wife. What would she be doing?
To be continued.....
- COMMENTS
Anonymousabout 4 years agoLooking forward to your next chapter. Ingore the haters and critics. Write on ! :)
paulb85about 4 years agoAuthor1. Yes, I do delete adverse comments, particularly those written anonymously which include foul language or which are disgustingly and maliciously offensive to me, the author, or others who have expressed supportive views. It is not a question of "not being able to take the heat" or a matter of insecurity. How many hard copy books have disparaging, adverse, or, worse still, offensive, reviews on their back cover? None. As long as the website owners allow authors this sensible facility I will continue to delete foul mouthed comments, (and others should I wish) which only seem to come from those who think that their view is the only one.
2. I chose to place Chapter 3 in LW. Individuals may agree or disagree with this decision. Just accept the fact that your view is not necessarily the correct one. It was my choice given to me by the website owners. Look out for Chapter 4. It was to be elsewhere, but will now be in LW.
26thNCabout 4 years agoLoving wives do indeed come in many forms, but there is nothing loving associated with the mental and moral illness of cuckolds.
