Day 3 - Recommitment

Jack awoke to the most exquisite feeling he'd ever had: Kelli's warm, wet mouth engulfing his entire soft, sensitive cock. He luxuriated in the exotic sensations emanating from below. The molten liquid heat of her saliva. The slippery softness of her tongue manipulating his rod. The promising pressure as his snake expanded to reach the limits of its cage. The sudden coolness as it burst out past her lips. And the welcome warmth as she bobbed her head to once more capture his now hard fuck stick. There was no better way to wake up, and if Jack could command his wife to do one thing after the two weeks ended, it would be this.

He reached down and stroked her hair as she dutifully performed this all-important morning ritual. "Dutiful" was the key word, unfortunately. Any pleasure and benefit Jack might have gotten during the last two days was more than offset by the dutiful manner in which his wife had performed her duties. He saw now that his initial packaging of his ideas had been far too naïve. For a man, it was easy to just say "do this, get that." But if you said that to a woman, she would first ask "Why do I have to do this particular thing to get that? Why not something else?" That's where his explanations had been lacking. And why his satisfaction had also suffered. Time, then, to re-package his idea and get a recommitment from her. But first...

Tugging on her hair, he urged her up into his arms. He kissed her deeply, savoring the heat of her mouth and the dexterity of her tongue. Her blowjob that morning had been better than previously, but he needed to give her a lesson so she'd know exactly what he liked. He paused in his kiss to feel her breasts, the nipples stiffening under his touch. She'd slept nude with him again, and he'd spent much of the night spooned against her, caressing, fingering and exploring her entire body, every curve, crevice and secret place she had. Perhaps he could stay home from work and explore her some more? But no, he needed a break from so much stimulation. And he needed some time to explore new ways to use her.

He'd discovered that the previous night. Although tying her to the table and dominating her had been extraordinary, he'd been at a loss about what to do next. On the spur of the moment, he made her leave the cum on her face and hair, knowing that to be dirty would drive her crazy. That part had worked, as she shot him hateful glances through the night. But except for making her prepare dinner, clean up afterwards, and a half-hearted spanking, the rest of the night had been uneventful. Certainly not a hardship for her and no special pleasure for him.

He needed to make a special effort to spice things up every time they did something. Such as the morning spanking. Jack looked around the room, wondering what he could do to keep his slave off-balance and submissive. The open closet door gave him the beginnings of an idea.

"Up slave," he growled, suddenly squeezing her breast painfully with his hand, eliciting a delightful yelp. Literally dragging her by the tit, he took her to the open door and forced her to bend over until her forehead touched the edge of the door. "Don't touch the door with your hands or we'll start over with one," he warned as he spread her legs farther apart. Spying a vinyl-bottomed slipper on the floor, he tested it against his forearm, the 'ssswwack' causing his wife to jump with fright. It stung just enough, and was better than using his hand, which had burned for an hour after her last spanking.

Pausing for only a moment to admire her round ass, he brought the slipped down hard on her right cheek. "Slllllaaaapppp!" The sting of it threatened to jar her from her precarious position. Given how rapidly her ass was beginning to redden, he figured that twenty spanks would give her something to think about for the rest of the day. on every swing he tried something new; aiming for a different spot, flexing his wrist on impact, or using the thin end of the slipper to try and reach her cunt lips, now swollen with pleasure despite herself. By the time he reached twenty, her entire ass was a blazing shade of red, and her body shuddered and shook as she tried to stifle her soft sobs.

"How many was that, bitch?" he demanded of her, hoping for a correct answer to avoid further punishment.

Her voice shook as she replied, "It was twenty, sir. Twenty."

"Excellent," he commended her. "You may now go and fix me breakfast. I want you to take one of my dirty dress shirts and wear that. No panties. And leave the front open so I can get to your tits if I need to." He gave his orders disdainfully, as if the thought of her serving him breakfast in such a way would have no effect on him. But his rapidly hardening cock threatened to betray him. He turned and headed to the shower, not pausing to see if she would comply. He knew she would.