Kelli knelt before her husband with tears streaming down her cheeks as she finished telling the story of her betrayal. Not the whole story, though. She'd glossed over some of the details, and completely ommitted a few others. Even given that censoring, she dared not look up at him, afraid to see the depth of the rage he must be feeling. Instead she stared at his shoes, though they gave her no clues as to the state of his emotions. He would punish her. Of that she was sure. It was the "how" and the "how long" that made her tremble in fear...and desire. While she could scarcely believe it, the thought of being punished was starting to turn her on. Just as she started to explore the feeling,Jack grabbed her hair and pushed her face into the carpeting, leaving her ass canted upward and her pussy exposed.

Whack! His hand soundly smacked her bare skin, the force of it pushing her lips against the rough carpet fibers. Whack! She shuddered from the blow as he put the full force of his muscles into his swing. Whack! The pain erupted between her legs where his flat palm stung her sensitive pussy lips. Whack! His cupped hand struck the meaty part of her ass, the heat of it singeing her skin. On and on it went, Jack tanning her hide with a vengeance, showing not a single bit of mercy, until the two were left streaked with moisture - he with sweat, she with tears.

"That's for this morning," he panted. "Now, let's get downstairs and we'll get on with the real punishment for your affair."The real punishment??? After turning her bottom a blistering red, what more could there be?

In the basement, Jack unlocked the door to the storage room and pushed her inside. After looking around, asingle word came to mind: dungeon. Jack had removed the paneling from one wall, and had installed all manner of hooks, ropes and chains to the exposed frame. A number of large iron hooks had also been installed in the ceiling timbers, and he'd stripped the carpeting off the floor, leaving bare cement. Many of the dildoes and other sex implements she'd bought over the last few days were on display in the bookshelf. And over in the corner lay a bare mattress, hardly large enough for two bodies. Finally, on the back of the door he'd hung a full-length mirror.

"You'll be getting very familiar with this place," he grinned at her. "After all, a slut like you deserves punishment, doesn't she?"

"Yes, sir. I deserve punishment," she agreed, careful not to forget his title. Her butt was still buzzing from the latest spanking, and she had no desire to add some extra swats to her next one.

At his instruction, she stood next to the framework as hetied her wrists to the hooks above her head, and attached ropes to her ankles. Stringing the ropes through hooks set off to each side, he only had to tug on each rope to pull her legs apart. Worst of all, she realized that if he pulled too hard, she wouldn't be able to support herself on her feet and she'd be dangling naked andhelpless from the hooks above.

After checking to see that she was properly secured, Jack gathered a few items from the table and brandished them in front of her.

"We're gonna take your punishment in small steps, though after that story you told me, I've half a mind to tan your hide but good. But, lucky for you, I've been thinking about this for some time, and there's a bunch of things I've been dying to try. Besides, I've seen your reaction when I've sometimes gotten too rough. I think you like the rough stuff more than you want to admit."

It was true, Kelli admitted to herself. Sometimes, when Jack would be sucking on her nipples and his teeth dug in too hard, she'd feel quite a bit of pleasure mixed in with the pain. Or if he dug his fingers into her butt or breasts, she'd be surprised to find herself liking it more than hating it. Of course, such realizations of pleasure had always been followed by an overwhelming sense of guilt and shame. It had been that church upbringing again. But, she reminded herself, that had been the old Kelli. The new one was willing to support whatever Jack wanted to do to her.

Taking the first item in his hand, which Kelli recognized as a flog, he began to lightly stroke her skin. Kelli forced herself to concentrate on the sensations against her skin, trying to shut out the intensity in his eyes. That kind of passion scare her, especially since it had to do with something that her mind, if not her heart, considered to be sinful. The many slips of leather slid smoothly along her, feeling soft and supple. Occasionally he would flick the tassles more firmly against her, but for no he seemed content to simply take her measure.

As his caresses continued, she closed her eyes and let her chin drop to her chest. So she was completely unprepared when the first hard slap of the flogger struck directly between her legs, the leather stinging sharply as it snapped against her sensitive pussy lips. She opened her eyes again to see the next stroke traveling inexorably upward, and though she strained to close her legs the ropes held them firmly open. If anything, the second stroke was more painful than the first, now that she knew it was coming. Jack punished her ten more times like that, transforming her pale crotch into a gleaming red patch. Then he turned his attention to her breasts, not so much swinging the flogger down on them as snapping the tips of the tassles against her, so each stroke felt like a dozen bee stings. Throughout it all he remained grim-lipped and methodical, as focused on it as he'd be when completing a particularly complex home improvement project. The only thing that belied his lack of pleasure was the outline of his cock against his jeans, which revealed that he was fully erect and ready to fuck.

After finishing with the flogger and leaving her body a nice shade of pink, he retrieved the nipple clamps he'd had her buy two days ago. "I'm not surprised that Roger was so attracted to your tits. They certainly got my attention when I first met you. So it won't be a big surprise to you when I pay so much attention to them until we're done. Now that we know what a slut you are, every time your nipples get hard I want you to be thinking of me, and not your dear Roger."

With that, he grabbed her left breast in his hand, squeezing the nipple and clamping it into place, screwing the clamp until it made her wince. He then attached the other one, giving her tits a satisfied smack once he'd finished. Kelli looked down to see her engorged nipples being tightly pinched by the clamps, while a gold chain hung between her breasts.