Prodigal Wives

Chapter 3

Beginning with the paddle, the two-foot long, half-inch thick wood provided a devilish smack. Its opening shot packed a wallop that immediately left a red rectangular imprint on ’s skin.

“Oh, god, I’m not going to be able to stand it!” she roared instantly.

“I should warn you, this is not a sound-proof room,” reminded her before he reared back for the second smack.

“Yeeeawww, gawd!” she cried, though this cry she tried to squelch in light of ’s warning.

After a third, a fourth and fifth angry strike, ’s bottom was not only bright red, it stung like the dickens. She didn’t think she could take any more. Unfortunately, the determined instructor was only getting started. Once again, he continued with a series of smacks, a pause and then another series, only to start the treatment all over. The pauses were just long enough for them both to catch their breath, and for the sting to die away just enough so could accommodate another blast.

The longer the punishment went on the louder ’s cries became. Even though she knew that there might be listening ears on the other side of the office door, she couldn’t help herself. The hurt was just too acute to squelch the agony. She tried to wiggle away from the assault, but that only made angry. He’d draw her back in place with a firm hand, scowling nastily. Just when was thinking that he would never stop, the man dropped the paddle on the desk next to her. Landing with a thud near her head, she could almost feel the heat from it. Cringing, she turned away.

“Well, . Just the finale is all that’s left,” announced.

“More!” She was almost frantic the way her bottom burned, she couldn’t imagine having to endure more punishment. At that moment, the cane whistled through the air as if it was slicing the atoms in two.

“Not that!” she wailed standing upright.

He pushed her back in place.

“Six should do, if you behave. Of course, I could go the entire dozen if you want to be difficult.”

“No, no,” she pleaded with him.

The tears streaming down her face were really quite a nice touch, thought to himself. He couldn’t remember when he’d more enjoyed giving a brat her due.

With Lena Sullivan poised and ready, he drew back the cane, and let the thin reed cut through the air to land with a snap in the center of her crimson cheeks. A dark ribbon of red began to rise on the surface of her skin, as moaned in agony. Drawing the cane back again, repeated the process five times more, each time, each well thought out cut, sliced a new line of woe on the punished bottom. These cuts were not harsh enough to do any long term damage, in fact they would probably last only a day; but even staying that long, they would communicate the severity of her crimes and the sincerity of his purpose.

When was finished, he picked up the paddle from the desk and deposited both implements in the cabinet. Then returning to ’s side, he rested his hand on her hot behind. A gentle massage followed, a circumstance that the recovering young wife had not expected.

“Oh, my!” she gasped, as she felt the warmth of ’s hand match the heat on her skin.

“I trust you’ve heard my message clearly, Mrs. Sullivan?”

“Oh, my yes,” she replied.

To his ardent caress, had to struggle not to reply. Her loins were charged with s****l heat raised to a degree she’d never experienced before. All she could think of was this horrible man turning her about and screwing her silly right there on his desk. When the man’s hands began to double their efforts, ’s faint attempt to hold back her arousal was completely cast aside. This was way too much temptation to contest.

“I thought you’d respond this way, my little brat,” purred to her.

“You thought what?” She was confused. “I thought you were trying to keep me faithful not make it worse.”

“Humph! Sometimes, even I can’t help myself, when there’s a woman as tempting as you.” His hands were roving deeply into the crevice between her cheeks. She parted her thighs to allow him easier access, and before she could utter one word of protest, because there was really no protest left in her, she felt ’s Jones erection penetrate her squarely in her center. From there, the two rocketed to a quick and glorious end.

After the swift copulation was over, withdrew, turned her about and they kissed deeply.

“What are you doing to me?” she gasped, much too bewildered to understand what had really happened.

“Something I think you needed,” he replied.

“Are you telling me that all that business about my behaving was just to get inside my pants?” she asked.

“Not at all, Mrs. Sullivan. And it doesn’t change a thing.”

The two pulled away, the desire still leap-frogging between them. But resumed his arrogant air, and a tone of judgment.

“Well then, what does it mean?” asked.

took his seat behind the desk, assuming an official posture. “It means that you’re still going to behave yourself, that you’re not going to be accepting dates from other men and if you do, you’ll still be spanked.”

“Is that all?”

“It also means that I’ll give you what you want in s****l favors. I doubt that you’d find a lover more suited to the task.”

wasn’t about to argue. Half of her hated him for the way he treated her, the other half, however, was instantly in love with the thought that this man, more than any man she’d ever met was a match for her bratty, reckless spirit. Their relationship might be one rocky ride, but she had no doubt it would be worth the fight.

For all of ’s flirtatious dabbling, she was suddenly propelled in another direction with the event in Bryan Jone’s office. He was now the only man in her thoughts, her mind and body possessed with the need to have him. But this wasn’t any simple s****l dalliance—easily won and easily tossed aside. No, this was a more delicate matter that required some real finesse. What she liked most about the mini-war she was waging with him was the intrigue of it, and the ultimate challenge for an enterprising female. While knew he was determined to be in control no matter what, what she desired most was to take that control away from him. Knowing how skillful she was with men, she planned to have the so called dominant eating out of the palm of her hand.

***

For several weeks and Bryan Jones enjoyed a curious if not completely different sort of love affair. She would flirt, openly and shamelessly in front of ’s eyes, only to have the indignant dominant haul her to his office every few days to discipline her naughty behind. The spankings were hot and blistering, finding an opportunity to use every one of the implements in his cabinet. , while never really wanting to submit to them, was always wildly aroused when the sessions were over, which led to a furious coupling with her potent lover. Other than the steamy conflagrations their relationship was much the same as it had been before, each party having a good of disdain for the other, as if there was no real affection or regard between them. That sort of thing didn’t seem to matter, since their affair was founded only on s*x and punishment which was all the satisfaction the two required.

As two months passed however, the excitement began to fade for . Dalliances with other men became more attractive, and she took some of her flirtations to more intimate stages.

“You’re playing with fire,” warned her one afternoon after they’d had a fierce and steamy session with the paddle and s*x. For it had been physically satisfying, but she couldn’t wait to leave ’s office, finding that when they weren’t hotly engaged she couldn’t stand to hang around the man. (She’d even stopped the sword classes having slightly sprained her foot one day. She’d made her excuses to him which he accepted, and she never returned to the class.)

“Don’t we always play with fire?” she sassed her retort.

“There’re several men you’re getting to cozy with. I want it to stop.”

“Jealous are we?” It was her turn to snicker, see if he’d really squirm, now that he had something from her he didn’t want to give up.

“I’m never jealous,” he answered her. “But I’d suggest that you stick to the rules that have kept this affair in control, unless you want to let the cat out of the bag with your husband.

“Seems to me you’re in this as thick as I am. I’m not sure Jeremy would respond the same way he might have, knowing that you’ve been taking advantage of his wife’s personal treasures while you’ve been performing this noble service.”

“You can test me if you want,” warned. “But I really don’t recommend it.”

didn’t let his threats get to her. She was in just the spot she wanted to be, taking the upper-hand and loving it.

More and more annoyed with , ’s creative mind began to envision ways that she could end their relationship altogether. She knew she’d miss the s*x, but even for a passionate and sometimes shallow flirt, she was missing something with nothing more than s*x twice a week and very sore bottom. Smart enough to know that the two went hand in hand, she imagined that there might be something even more spectacular. Spanking, s*x and a little affection thrown in to fulfill all the necessary elements. To find the affection however, she’d have to find another man.

Quite by chance, the undoing of her relationship with began almost as an accident, when she ran into Everett Stack, the Athletics Club’s principle owner, at a late afternoon cocktail party she was attending with Jeremy. Her husband having spied an attorney he needed to speak with, was off to the other side of the hotel’s pool-side patio.

“I’ll only be a minute,” he told .

“But you will be back soon? You promised not to leave me by myself,” she reminded him.

“I promise, darling,” he said, giving her a perfunctory peck on the cheek.

With him off for at least an hour, strolled about the party, suddenly taken with the sight of standing by himself. She’d only seen the man a few times at the club. While he was a fine specimen of masculinity, he obviously didn’t do his working out inside his own establishment. imagined that he was a terror on the tennis courts, given the healthy tan and the sun-bleached hair. For a man that had to be nearly forty, he looked little more than thirty.

“Lovely gathering,” she said, as she moved in on him.

“Yes, it is,” he said. “Though I’d rather be outside somewhere this time of day.”

“On the tennis courts?” she guessed.

“Either that or on the beach.”

“Ah, a sun-worshipper. I should have guessed.”

“I’m in the middle of a volleyball tournament, actually.”

“Really?” That didn’t surprise her. He had a bit of a beach bum look to him. “Is that why you’re never at your club?”

“You go there?”

All the time.”

“Nice facilities?” he asked, as though he really didn’t know.

“Yes. Quite. The best in town. But . . .”

“But what?”

“I was thinking of changing gyms.”

“Why’s that?” He looked a little more interested.

“Oh, nothing really. It’s just time for a move, I think.”

“If there’s something about the club I should know, please tell me.”

’s mind going a mile a minute, her scheme surfaced to the delight of her devious nature. “It’s not much. Just a personality conflict more than anything.”

“With who?”

“Now you’re really putting me on the spot,” she joked lightly. “I’m not a tattle.”

“You are Lena Sullivan? Jeremy Sullivan’s wife?” he asked as if he was trying to remember her from some other occasion.

“Yes,” she replied.

“Believe me, it’s clients like you that I need to keep at the club. While I may not go there myself, I do expect the place to add to my fortunes.”

“My, you’re making this very difficult,” remarked, looking thoughtful. She liked the way was responding, exactly as she hoped. “Well, if you must know, I have a small problem with your new partner. He is your new partner, Bryan Jones?”

“Yes, he’s bought a quarter share of the place. What’s the problem?”

“It’s really more personal than anything.” She acted as if she wasn’t going to tell him more, even though the inflection in her voice begged him to keep probing.

“I certainly hope there isn’t any kind of harassment going on. I won’t tolerate that.” His voice deepened as he became more serious.

“We’ll it’s not exactly harassment, not really.”

“You’re not convincing me, Mrs. Sullivan.” looked rather stern, he wanted a straight answer.

“It’s kind of delicate, actually” she hedged, as she was trying to think of the proper way to put her words. “Mr. Jones and I, Bryan, we’ve had a little something . . . on the side.” blushed at the perfect moment.