Kelli lay face up and naked on the forest floor, wrists and ankles firmly staked to the ground. Skin smeared and dirty from the soil, the deterius of the woods adhered to various parts of her bare body, held in place with a thin sheen of cold sweat. Though blindfolded, her head strained upwards as she sought to identify the source of the sounds around her. The taut muscles in her neck and legs revealed her fear, though no sign of it escaped her lips. Her fear was justified. Around her stalked a pack of wolves, their cold eyes hungrily devouring her helpless form. One, larger than the rest, crept forward as silent as a shadow. The alpha male, it treated her as cautiously as it would any prey, knowing that sometimes the most helpless looking animal could suddenly become the most dangerous. But there'd be no such trouble from this one. The stakes were fixed firmly into the hard ground. The ropes left little room for movement. And her legs and arms were spread wide, affording no leverage to use to escape. As the male wolf approached, Kelli swiveled her head from side to side, feeling the fear mount but not knowing why. The wolf paused in the space between her legs and sniffed the air, catching a scent it knew and understood. Every fiber in her body trembled with fear. As the animal's muzzle leaned forward, it transformed into a man's head. And the paws that grasped her thighs were suddenly hairless. Even so, when the human tongue pierced her quivering pussy lips, she still let loose a terrified scream. . .

Jack shot upright in bed, the nightmare leaving him with a thudding heart and a throbbing hard-on. He blinked his eyes against the after images, knowing full well where the impetus for that particular dream had come from. He looked over at his wife, her nude body curled up contentedly on the rumpled white sheets. He could just catch a peek of her nipple through the tangle of arms, and her vulnerability shot another spark to his already tingling groin. As he turned to pull her flat so he could impale her with his own alpha male member, he caught a glance of the clock. And did a quick double-take. Nine eighteen! He was late. Extremely late. His wife had failed to wake him with his morning blowjob, and now he'd have to endure an eruption of another kind when he got to work. One not nearly as enjoyable.

Kelli would need to be punished for this. Severely punished. But he had neither the time to do it right, nor an idea of what should be done. Instead, he silently slipped out of bed, got ready for work, and took off without waking her. At the office, he found that two of the three voice mail messages were from her. She'd probably be apologizing for forgetting her duties. She probably didn't even know what time he left the house, or that he was late to work at all. Worse, she might even think that he was going easy on her after her performance last night. And that certainly wasn't the case.

In truth, Jack was running out of ways to punish his wife. He'd certainly gone beyond what he'd imagined in the first days when he'd dreamed up this path to redemption. Fucking her in public was one thing. Having her masturbate in front of a room full of strangers was quite another. Only incessant trolling on the internet had led him to the sex showplace they'd visited last night. The activities he had planned for this night were net-inspired, too. But now he was stumped.

The message-waiting lamp on the telephone continued to flash. He listened to the message, just to see how apologetic she would be.

"Jack? Are you in yet? I, um, I'm sorry I didn't do the, you know, this morning. I wanted to. I was just so tired from last night, the wine and the, um, you know. You didn't have to let me sleep in. I wanted to wake you up properly. I would have. So, um, thanks for thinking of me. I love you."

So she did think that he'd let her sleep in! Angry at himself, he punched the button to get the second message.

"Jack? I know you're busy. But you didn't leave me a list of things to do today. Or, at least, I can't find it. Can you let me know where to find it? Bye!"

At least she remembered enough about her circumstances to know that he'd have chores for her to do. He'd have to come up with a proper punishment tonight. Until then, he'd follow the plan for the day that he'd devised over the weekend. Fortunately, his boss hadn't noticed his late arrival, and he could still take a relatively long lunch. They'd need every minute of it.