In truth, Jack didn't fully know what he was going to do with his wife during the course of their experiment. He had a few ideas regarding specific things he wanted to do with her, as well as sexual and psychological boundaries he wanted to explore. But 14 days was a lot of time to fill. To that end, he'd decided to let his instinct take the lead.

"Let's head to the bedroom," he directed, noting that Kelli didn't seem at all surprised by his first order. She evidently assumed that he'd be fucking her right away.

"Take your panties from the dresser and spread them on the ground." Though obviously confused by the order, Kelli did as she was told, kneeling demurely as she spread her underwear on the carpeting. As expected, most of them were "granny panties," thick, heavy cotton with wide panels that left everything to the imagination. Jack grabbed the only three that had any sexiness to them. "Put the rest of these in that box," he ordered. "Wait. You're wearing panties right now, right?" She nodded. "Pull up your dress and let me see them." As she hesitated, he stepped towards her and grabbed her arm. "I own you now," he reminded her, the menace barely veiled. "I can do anything I want with you, and right now I want to see your panties."

Eyes downcast, she raised her dress just highenough that he could see that she was wearing another pair of grannies. "Take those off, too. They're ugly," he ordered, watching with some amusement as she pulled her panties down while still keeping herself covered with the dress. Amazingly, in all their years of marriage, he could count only about 20 times that he'd seen her fully naked in the daylight. It was all due to her damn Baptist upbringing. Too bad, since she had such a beautiful body and he loved to look at it. Her physical shyness would be the first thing he'd work on.

"So that's all the panties you own?" Jack asked. When Kelli nodded, he had her put all the remaining panties into the box. "Now, lets do the same thing, but with all your bras." It took only a few mintues for her to get her bras laid out on the floor. "And the one you're wearing?" he prompted, thoroughly enjoying her discomfort. As he watched, she pulled the sleeves down on her dress, unhooked the bra and lifted it over her head, giving him a nice view of her 36C tits, her sexy nipples already beginning to perk up. He allowed her to pull her dress back on without permission, knowing that he'd soon have as much of her tits as he wanted.

Once again he searched through her undergarments, this time taking two black lacy bras and three old ones from the collection before ordering that the rest be bundled into the box. They continued through the rest of her wardrobe, keeping only a babydoll from her sleepwear drawer, bundling all of her stockings into the box, discarding all of her shoes except for one pair of tennis shoes and three pairs of high heels, and keeping only short skirts and button down blouses from the closet. The addition of three tight halter tops did nothing to round out the collection. He dumped it all out on the bed.

"From now on, you will only wear what is in this pile," he said to her, beckoning her to come close. "If I catch you wearing anything other than this, you will be severely punished. He pulled her next to him, excited as she began to tremble. Leaning close he whispered in her ear, "I'm going to teach youwhat it means to be a kept woman. I'm going to show you how to act like the slut you are. And I'm going to show you how hard men use sluts like you. I'm not just going to fuck you. I'm going to use you and abuse you. When I'm done with you, you'll be spreading your legs at just a look from me. You'll be living to lick my feet, and begging to drink my cum." He reached down to squeeze her ass, grinding his pelvis into her body, "You're going to be my fuck slave and more. Depraved, sick, twisted, perverted and slimy. That's how you'll spend your days and nights." He paused again to dig his fingers into the cleft between her ass cheeks, crudely stretching them apart. "No more Miss Goody-Two-Shoes. You're gonna show me your nasty side, one way or the other." He could feel her heart pounding; whether from fear or excitement he didn't know or care. "So you can say goodbye to life as usual. You're gonna be my fuck slut, Kelli. My fuck slut!"

With a lick to her earlobe he released her, pleased to see the shock on her face. Now she was beginning to understand. He felt powerful, sexual energy flowing through him like electricity. He thought of fucking her now, of throwing her down on the bed and having his way with her, but he didn't want this feeling to end. He wanted to let it build and build and build, to the point where he could take her savagely. And not care about it in the least.

Instead, he roamed over to her dresser. Throughout the course of their marriage, he'd stayed out of her things. Now, she belonged to him, and he wanted to violate her somehow, if only in this little way. Pulling one drawer open, he found only papers and letters. He'd have to sit down and read some of it sometime. But not now. In the next drawer he found a couple of sweatshirts which he tossed toward the discard box, and...what was this? He took the package and advanced on his wife, waving it in front of her eyes. "Didn't I just ask you if that was all the panties you had?" he asked slowly, anticipating the answer.

"Yes. But, but I forgot..." she stuttered, taking a step back.

"No excuses!" he barked at her, secretly pleased that he'd found a potential outlet for his passion. "You obviously need a little extra motivation to remember to obey. No doubt I've spoiled you during the last few years. Now it's time to see if you can learn." Taking her by the arm, he sat on the edge of the bed and pulled her down to him, positioning her over his knee while she struggled slowly, still not believing how quickly her life had turned around. "Stop struggling," he ordered, pushing her down with his left hand while pulling the hem of her dress up with his right. He paused for a moment, admiring the soft white globes of her ass cheeks, the round fullness of them, the way they only barely concealed her puckered asshole, and below that her puffy and welcoming cunt. Gently, almost reverently, he ran his hands over her ass, unaware of any other part of her.

Then, with no warning at all, he raised his right hand and brought it down on her right cheek with a loud "Shhhwaaap!" He only barely heard his wife gasp before he swatted her again, this time catching the left cheek full on. God, this feels good, he thought as he spanked her ass again, getting into the rhythm of it. Though the strength and sweep of his hand was limited by the position, it didn't take long for him to notice a difference in his wife's butt, as it quickly colored from a pale white to a glowing red. Kelli's body language, too, had changed. Where before there'd been some defiance, now she was like a rag doll over his knee. No doubt it was her first good spanking since childhood.

"How many is that, slut?" he growled at her, the power coursing through his veins. Of course she didn't know; he'd forgotten to tell her to count. "Since you've failed to count, we'll have to do this again later today. Perhaps then you'll understand what is expected of you." He let his hand rest on herass, feeling the heat. Her pussy lay just inches away. Why the hell not, he thought. I own her. Might as well start acting like it.

Slowly, he let his fingers trail down to the entrance to her slut hole. Her felt her body stiffen beneath him as she twisted around to look at him; according to her it was immoral for anything to go in there except his penis and her tampons. Too bad. Making sure she was looking, he fingered her pussy lips for a moment before plunging his middle finger far inside her hole. Surprisingly, she was very hot and very wet. Evidently, the spanking had been much more pleasurable than she'd let on. Enjoying the way she squirmed in his grasp, he continued to explore her pussy with his fingers, pushing two and then three inside her in an effort to see just how flexible her cunt could be.

As she wiggled upon him, Jack became aware that his cock was threatening to burst his zipper. A good time, he thought, to make a point and get some relief. Uncaringly, he pulled his fingers from his wife's muff and pushed her to the floor. As she angrily struggled to right herself, he just pulled her to a kneeling position and pointed at his crotch. From the look on her face, she had finally begun to realize that she was in for a long, long two weeks. Despite that realization, he still had to pull her hands up and place them on his crotch. For Jack, getting a blowjob from Kelli had been like pulling teeth. She'd only let him cum in her mouth on rare occasions, usually when they'd been drinking. And the only time she would swallow his cum would be on his birthday and on their anniversary.