Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 60298 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 301(@200wpm)___ 241(@250wpm)___ 201(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60298 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 301(@200wpm)___ 241(@250wpm)___ 201(@300wpm)
James pressed his lips together disapprovingly, but at least he didn’t hit her again. “Better,” he said grudgingly. “It’s clear we still have work to do. I’ve been too easy on you, Kelsey. This is a new phase of training.” He set down the switch and reached for his fly. Kelsey knew what was coming next. Her mouth was parched. She would do anything for a long drink of that iced tea.
“Thank me for the lesson, wife.” James pulled out his cock, stroking it quickly to full erection.
“Thank you, sir,” Kelsey managed. She opened her mouth to receive his cock, swaying on her knees as a sudden wave of dizziness rolled over her. The quicker she jerked him off, the sooner he would let her eat. He pushed his cock into her mouth and gripped her head between his hands. As usual after a punishment session, he came quickly, his cock lodged so far back in her throat that she didn’t even need to swallow.
He held her that way for several long seconds before finally letting her go. He tucked himself back into his shorts and bent down, lifting her into his arms.
“Hungry, sweetheart?” he murmured as he laid her gently on the bed.
“Yes, sir,” she breathed. She’d made it through the ordeal. Now he would be kind to her, at least for a while.
The bed was so soft, the sheets cool against her skin. She waited as James moved the food tray closer. The first bite of apple was like heaven against her tongue. It was followed by a long drink of the tea and then a cube of sharp, tangy cheese. He let her eat everything on the plate, and she found herself almost grateful, even though all that food at once made her tummy hurt.
She lay back against the pillows, nearly content. She longed to close her eyes and slip into dreams, but James said, “I want to show you something.”
He brought the laptop to the bed. Kelsey again found herself grateful—he was allowing her to rest on the soft, comfortable bed, instead of making her kneel or stand beside his computer desk as he usually did. He tapped the keyboard and then turned the laptop so she could see the screen.
“My posting made quite a stir on the Control Your Wife site. Your punishment in the bathtub was a good lesson for other errant wives, apparently. I got lots of positive feedback.”
Kelsey shrank back against the pillows and closed her eyes. The experience in the tub had been at once humiliating and terrifying. She didn’t want to relive it by being forced to watch, but then, he wasn’t asking her what she wanted.
If it pleases you, sir, then it pleases me.
If only she could actually believe that. As James had told her so often, if only she could get to a place of acceptance, this would all be so much easier.
To accept is to give up. Never give up!
The voice that had once been a rallying cry inside her head was now barely a whisper. It was so hard to keep on fighting. And to what purpose? All it got her was punishment and pain.
James clicked on the video and it began to play. Kelsey realized she hadn’t really looked at herself since James had abducted her. Even when in front of the bathroom mirror she had averted her eyes, not wanting to see what she had become. Now she stared at the too-thin naked girl with a pillowcase over her head and welts clearly visible on her breasts and thighs.
“Wife,” boomed a voice from the computer’s speaker—James’ voice, but deeper somehow, more resonant. “This is your punishment, and then all will be forgiven, as long as you promise to be a good girl from now on.”
A good girl? Was that all he wanted? She tried to be a good girl, but she never got it right. Did the other so-called obedient wives get it right? Were they constantly punished for the slightest infraction? Were they beaten, starved and humiliated as she was, all in the name of love?
It was too much to handle—too much to bear. She was exhausted, she was weak, she couldn’t fight any longer. She felt as if she were standing on the edge of a cliff, her toes curled around crumbling stone and dirt as she struggled to hang on to what was left of her sanity and her will.
Kelsey watched the girl in the video reach with shaking hands to spread her denuded sex, and then the gush of urine splashing down between her legs. She felt a hot burn of humiliation spreading over her chest, throat and cheeks but she didn’t dare to look away from the screen. As the tortured girl sank to her knees in the video, tears blurred Kelsey’s vision.