by Writing Shark
You help your wife get better
It’s been an eventful weekend. A fatherless upbringing has turned Elise Schoomer into exactly the spoiled, insecure, self-overestimating, and way-too-fuckable girl you expected. Her attempts to flirt with you are childish and feeble, but have their charm and you notice the first signs that you could also take her into your heart and impale her on your cock, if only she continues as submissive as she has behaved until the end of the week with you. You even drove her home, to her weak mother who gave you wistful looks, locked in chastity. While you ignored Amy (you will take care of her later), Elise humiliated herself trying to lure you with her teeny charms. But the slight blush on her face when you told her she had lived up to your expectations this weekend was most amusing.
Now it’s evening, almost time for your daughters to go to bed, and you have Gemma over your lap. Elise is no longer there and your girls are acting more unrestrained than before, something you welcome. Gemma has even come to you on her own and asked if you can discipline her.
“30! Thank you daddy. Thank you for teaching me that you are the most important man in my life. Thank you for teaching me to be your good little princess.”
You set your daughter down and look around the room. As Gemma pulls her panties back up and sits carefully next to you, flinching slightly, Alice looks at you from the sofa in love while Hellen watches from the kitchen.
You haven’t made it official yet, but Hellen and Alice know what fate awaits Gemma, and your youngest knows for sure that you’ll do to Alice what you did to her and her mother. But while Alice adores you, Hellen suffers. Rightly so, as you keep admitting to yourself, but still you don’t like it.
“Off to bed,” you say to your girls, and they both get to hug you before Alice helps her swaying sister out of the room.
Then you’re alone with Hellen.
While you watch the evening news in the living room, your wife quietly and dutifully cleans up the kitchen. Then she leans in the doorway and looks at you piteously, expecting no reaction.
“Wait,” you say without looking at her as she wants to leave, not bothering you wither her presence, sparing you her lousy sight. Your wife turns around, startled, but doesn’t dare speak.
For a long time you are silent, thinking carefully about what you are doing, fighting against yourself, your will to be nice to her, your will to be brutal to her. You can’t afford to lose control, not now, not ever. You are a man, your wife has disappointed you, betrayed you, because she wanted to help you, but, of course, did it wrong.
“Go to the bedroom” is all you say.
“To…” Hellen has to swallow, comes a few hesitant steps towards you. “To Alice?” You look at her, making her small with your gaze.
“To my bed.” You see the joy on her face, then the worry. She also thinks she doesn’t deserve it. But you don’t trust her to decide what’s good and right for both of you.
“Yes, Master” she whispers and then disappears.
You finish your beer, turn off the TV and go upstairs.
Your wife is waiting for you, kneeling next to the bed. Her eyes are lowered but you know and love her long enough to see that it is not lustful excitement that makes her tremble. You sit down next to her on the bed and look over at her.
You want to ask her what made her do something on her own. You want to know what she was thinking. You need an explanation.
But you deny yourself it. It would be easy to let Hellen speak. You know she’s intelligent, that she did it for you. You care about Elise, and in a way, Amy. You can make them better people.
But you also thought that Hellen was ready. You want to ask her so many questions. She’s your wife, your partner. You are together.
But you are her husband and her master. You have the power of decision. You are responsible. Alone. And just as her successes in life, your daughters, her love for you, are due to you, so are her mistakes. You should have been stronger.
What would otherwise be the poison to destroy a man in your case is, thanks to the love and devotion from your wife, your salvation.
You can do better. You know how. And it is your duty to bear the pain Hellen has caused. She is yours, your property. You are responsible. And you can act.
“Come here,” you say, trying to sound tender. Hellen responds immediately, hopefully, and leans against your leg. Lovingly, she kisses your skin with her warm lips and looks up at you with bright, trusting eyes while her arms gently close around your leg and her body relaxes from your presence. Your hand is on the top of her head, gently running through her hair, soothing her, and you as well.
“James…” your wife whispers, struggling with her words. “I never meant…” But you shake your head. Hellen nibbles on her lower lip.
“You betrayed me… honey,” you say, ready to talk. Hellen has suffered enough. And so have you. “You defied me, questioned everything. Our marriage, our children, our life, our love, it’s all based on trusting you to submit to me, us working together, on my plan to make our lives better.” A tear trickles down her cheek but she is silent, listening to you. “But you’re not responsible. It’s up to me.”
“Honey…”
“Shut up,” you say lovingly, even smiling a little. “Stupid cow.” You laugh lightly, Hellen does the same. “You are not responsible for your actions, no matter how painful they are for me, for both of us. It is I who am responsible.” You inhale slowly, then exhale slowly. “What you did, acting on your own, that’s what a free woman does Hellen. A woman who is her husband’s equal.”
“James… my God…” Hellen is smart. She understands. You nod.
“I love you. And I’ll never let you go. You’re mine, all of you. Forever.”
“Thank you sweetheart. My God thank you.” Again she kisses your leg, not daring to put her head to your height.
“I want to keep you as my own, even if you have committed the worst crime a slave can do.” Then your voice changes slightly, just a shade. “And for that, you belong to be punished.”
“Thank you, honey,” Hellen whispers. You nod to her. She gets to speak, for once in your relationship, freely and without your guidance. “I need to be punished. What I did…I’m too stupid to understand.”
“You are too loving Hellen.” Your wife giggles. You make it easier, better for her.
“You can have Gemma. My God of course you can have her. I never had any right to her. Take her. She’s yours. I’ll see how well she does under your hand.” You laugh softly, Hellen is happy.
“She’s really blossoming under the beating, isn’t she?” Hellen laughs, happily, then sobs. You help her onto the bed, sit her down next to you, and your wife snuggles up to you like the fearful cheerleader from so many years ago, trusting, hopefully for the future to come.
“I’m doing everything James. I’m punishing myself. Please let me be part of your plan. Please make me the woman I was in your eyes. Please fulfill this one wish for me and make me a person you can love unconditionally. I… I know I need to be punished. I ask nothing of you. I’ll do anything you want. What do you want me to do?”
You look at your wife. She knows that hard times are coming. But now she knows that in the end, you will be waiting for her, loving her, forgiving her, disciplining her and her daughters Alice, Gemma and Elise.
“I love you honey,” you say and pull her close to you, manly, strong and without guilt.
“I love you too darling. My master. My God. I love you so much.” You kiss long and hard, pinning your lips together and intertwining your tongues while Hellen babbles happily to herself. “Thank you for being there for me. Loving me. Making me better. Making me whole.”
Finally, you gently push her back onto the floor next to your bed.
“Sit.” Hellen smiles happily at you, beaming with joy, her hand resting on her folded legs, awaiting your orders like a good puppy. “Ready?” She nods without hesitation.
You leave the room.
Writing Shark 