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467, an explosive marriage467, an explosive marriage They lay listening to the rain, Ella nearest the window, watching drips falling from the guttering as she thought of her ex-husband and the games they had played. She had had little financial backing throughout her married life, the tight bastard had made her an allowance to run the house and their lives on, oh he would buy her presence now and again, a new dress, jewellery, a cane or handcuffs etc and she knew he cared in his own strange way, so to survive she had stayed with him, put up with his spankings, his caning and his pain games, knowing it was his way of expressing his love, and that he would be worse after a month or two away, decidedly worse, but she had known what to expect, and was rarely disappointed.In some ways she had come to accept the pain, enjoy would be the wrong word, but she had an exciting and individual sexual life, it had to be said.Now here she lay next to the most reliable, solid man she had ever known in her life, dependable, and loving, not inquisitive, but staid in his sexual ways, a man you could rely on, a man for life. And she knew in her heart of hearts, she was bored, she wanted, no she needed some excitement, needed to be used!Yes, she loved him, but was it enough? She needed some gesture of his love that was above home-grown flowers the occasional chocolates and kisses and missionary sex… she needed to be used, have him stamp his authority on her, master her, become a caveman if only occasionally.This virus had them shut in together, and she knew in her heart it would make or break so many marriages, some would grow stronger, but some would sadly be over before the vigil ends, not able to cope with 24/7 companionship… sex would play a goodly part that was obvious, a baby boom was likely, bored folk passing away the time as never before, dominant folk pushing the boundaries. It would be a great leveller.To parody an old saying “It`s an ill virus that blows no one some good…!” He had fetched fresh tea and toast, as she lay mulling over their situation, they sat nibbling and sipping when he suddenly said, “did you like being chastised then?”She swallowed then looking deep into his eyes she said, ”it was his way of telling me of his love, it might seem strange to you, but it was just his way and like a kiss from any other lover, it was his pain that showed me his love, that he cared…”He smiled, then he said, “but did you like it, is it what you miss now…”“I`ve known there was something missing in our lives for a while, oh we care, even love one another, but there was something, not quite right in our lovemaking.” A sudden squall had the windchime on the eve clattering, it broke the moment and urged her on to tell him the truth…the whole truth, and as her dad would have said, nothing but the truth. She smiled wanly, then making up her mind she looked him in the eye and said, “Well, to be honest, it`s what I grew used too, it was his way, and I got to expect it, if he hadn’t hurt me especially when he had been away, I would have felt he was losing interest in me…It`s hard to explain, but I`ve been programmed… been made accustomed to his games.”He regarded her for a moment pendik escort then slowly said, ”look lass, I have never misused a woman in my life, perhaps it never occurred to me to show anything but love, it was the way I was brought up, oh I`ve screwed a few, in fact a lot of women truth be told, but never hit smacked or whipped one, though some have well deserved it …” he laughed, and she smiled, then he said, “I have often wondered what some of these sex mad folk gain from spanking a woman, I cant see it but if you want me to try it, for you I will, but if I do it twice it may mean I understand” at which point he began to laugh, and infectiously she too joined him.“Now Missy, me being the novice at this game, perhaps you could give me some more graphic details of how and how much, your hubby used to use you?”The challenge was set, nodding for him to wait, she took the plates and the mugs into the kitchen and then returned, collecting a small suitcase from the cupboard in the hall as she did.He patiently awaited her return, and once she had slipped in beside him and put the case on her legs, she fumbled for a key from the nightstand drawer, and bid him open it. The thing had Alfie`s initials on the lid was old, made of leather, dusty, and the locks were stiff. He had not seen the cases interior before, though he knew it was up on the shelf in the cupboard and had assumed it was something from her c***dhood.He lifted the lid, wondering what he would find.Inside was a dairy a thick hard-back book, marked ‘punishments’ under which lay a riding crop, a short cane, a leather whip and some leather cuffs, a thick dog collar, an old style pair of handcuffs, a short hank of rope and an envelope full of photos. She explained that whenever Alfie came home off detachment, she was expected to await him, naked all but cuffs and the collar round her neck just inside the front hall, hung on the coatrack facing the wall. Sam looked horrified, “and you did that, hung yourself up to await him?” he asked, “Yes I dammed well did, it was our way, and he would have double the sentence if I wasn`t there to greet him properly undressed and hung on the coat-hooks he had reinforced!” she looked distant then added “he was late once, a breakdown on his way from the docks had held him up for a while, and I stood there all bloody night waiting to be whipped… all night, my arms aching and my legs too, it didn’t bother him, he just walked in threw his coat off and got stuck into cropping my backside…!”Amazed he slid the case to the floor, retaining the book and the envelope, flipping through the book he read things like, burnt the toast, or spilt the breakfast, or not ironed my shirt properly, beside each was the date and either cane or crop, then the number 5 or10 or whatever, then the date all in neat handwriting.On return from a detachment it said for unknown misdemeanours while I was absent, then, crop 50 and then the date. She lay watching his face, his expression showing he hardly believed what he was reading.He flipped back to the beginning, to the wedding on page 1, after three days it said, ‘for looking at other men’, then hand, 12 and the kartal escort date… Amazed he looked at her, astounded at the accuracy of the log. She smiled, then opened the envelope of photographs. On the back of each was a date, she whispered, “They correspond,” then excusing herself she rose and went off to use the bathroom, while, as she knew he would, he thumbed through the pictures, checking some of the pictures of her damaged backside with the sentences in the book, the worst on his return from his time in Armagh, 75 with the whip.The picture showed her soft skin marked and welted, blood dripping from the marks and her in tears. She returned to the bed, he had that set in his hand and said, “take me through it then?” She shrugged, then said slowly, “what`s to tell, we had been married for seven of the eight years, by the second year it had become our ritual, his detachments, well you know the frustrations of being away, he lost a friend while in Armagh, and I suffered for it, I knew I would, I was his sponge, his way of clearing his mind, That night her rang me from the dock on his way home, told me when to expect him, and that he missed me. he was due at about 10pm, so at 9 30 I went to the toilet, had a last drink, then undressed put on my leather cuffs, and the collar.Then I moved the coats, hung up his whip, then on tip toe I could just slip my wrist cuffs over two of the pegs, though I knew I couldn’t get them off again. Secured now I stood, facing the familiar bits of wallpaper, my mind in neutral, my nipples just scr****g on the embossed paper of the hall, as I waited his key in the door, knowing I would suffer badly this time.”He lay back watching her as she unburdened herself.“Strangely waiting was delicious, don’t ask me why, but anticipating his arrival and that dammed whip… I can`t explain it, it was as if I was giving myself up as a willing sacrifice, to him, to my lord and master.”Again, she paused reliving the whole experience in her head, “I heard the transport arrive outside, him thank the driver, then his key in the lock, his suitcase clattered against the stair-well, I couldn’t look at him as without a word he took off his jacket. It was like he was expecting silence and me to be ready for his use…”She paused again, hesitated a moment then she whispered, “he said 75, I knew it was my sentence, I closed my eyes, it was our OK sign, then he began.”“I was expected to keep count, it was to keep me focused he had said, I wasn`t allowed to scream or cry out either.” She looked distant.“If I did, well he added a single stroke for every sound. But after the 30th, I sobbed my heart out I can tell you and I suspect it was nearer 80 when he stopped and lifted me down, he lay me on the floor on my back, those cold quarry tiles were bliss on my hot skin I can tell you, and he screwed me like a champion.”She looked wistful, the memories flooding back, the momentous climax and his love that night, something so far Sam knew he had so far never even come near too, it was her moment.They kissed, the forgotten pictures fell to the floor, the book too, he took her then and there, hard as he could, but as always maltepe escort both missionary and vanilla. It was enough for them both at that precise moment, instant decisions were not his way that she knew. she knew he was excited by her story, but would he be excited enough to try it out was the question. The day progressed as stuck in on wet day does, he had a bath, she made the bed, tidied up the suitcase, the pictures and the book ,not without a nostalgic glance at its pages, noting the last few pages, ones Sam, her faithful Sam, had not as yet read, and the small folder tucked in the back page of those last few pictures, that she wondered if she would ever feel able to give him or how he would react if she did. It was after the evening meal that he brought up the subject once more, “Look” he started off, “When you told me so graphically of that return from Armagh, I found I was aroused, god alone knows why, I`ve never before known me as to be turned on by someone else`s pain, and definitely not by my own, so I must be on the change…” she laughed that lovely silvery laugh, of hers like water over rocks, then she said, “that’s how I felt when I had been spanked the first few times, I started to be interested, then later it grew on me like a mould, slowly and getting worse as it built up. You want to try it then?” he looked uncomfortable, then he said slowly, “well, yes but in my own way, I don’t want to be completely in Alfie`s shadow, I`m my own man, its got to be my way, OK?” she nodded her ascent, then he added, “if I get carried away don’t blame me, I`ve never been so turned on before, and I don’t understand it at all!”She smiled, then kissed him and said, “you`re not a sadist, not by any means, and I doubt you will kill me, so when do you want to use me?” she hesitated, then said, “Now, or tomorrow, or do you want to make me go down the anticipation road like he did, making me give myself in a sacrifice?” He said “that that was what had got to him, the giving and the anticipation, knowing what was coming but still giving herself to be used, wow that was awesome. She pondered that for a while then said that “tonight a little light spanking would suffice, however he should recon on a night a day or two away, make up a list of not what he hope to do, but what he was definitely going to do to her, give her a copy and get whatever gear he needed into place so he could really do whatever it was, not go off half cocked. She in turn promised she would give herself regardless of whatever he wished to do to her, that way would cover all the bases.”He simply said “WoW” and “OK you`re on, but only if you are sure.” She said she was sure enough, and that she needed to prove she was whole-heartedly if only for his for her own satisfaction!The dishes were left, and into the lounge they went, he shed his clothes, as did she, then with him sat on the couch she d****d her naked body over his lap.He asked how many and her reply was, “he was in charge he was to think of a number…” he gulped, his erection already poking her hip her quivering fleshy rump under his hand, smooth soft and inviting, how could he quantify the spanking he was to give.Outside traffic not, nose to tail traffic but enough swished past, he waited, he knew would have her on the living room carpet after, he made a decision, he counted cars for a few moments then, he tripled the number, 5 cars had past, and a van, times three, “18 then, and you count…” his arm rose and the game was on…
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