14 Days To Redemption

By Buckaroo Bonzai



Day 4 - Confessions

Kelli woke and stretched langorously, sitting up enough that 
the sheets pulled away from her well-formed breasts. 
Normally smooth and inviting, they were now scored by two 
ugly red marks that were just beginning to fade. She touched 
her nipples gingerly. There didn't seem to be any lasting 
damage from Jack's assault on them the previous night. The 
pain she'd felt when he twisted them had seemed excruciating 
at first, but then when it had mixed in with the ecstasy of 
her orgasm, she almost hadn't been able tell one from the 
other. What was it that Jack had said? "Pain can be pleasure 
and pleasure pain?" She knew that as punishment for her 
cheating, she'd accepted a whole bunch of pain and 
humiliation for herself. She just had to find a way to find 
some pleasure in it. If she could.

Whatever happened, she knew that she had to play along with 
whatever Jack wanted to do. In the beginning, she'd somehow 
convinced herself that if she didn't participate, somehow 
his demons would disappear of their own accord. Demons! Part 
of her had actually believed that the devil was in some way 
responsible for his actions. When, after thinking about it 
all Monday, she realized that a lot of the blame was hers . 
She'd been the one to stray, after all. She'd been the one 
who'd tried to hold their sex life to a higher moral 
standard. She'd been the one who'd kept Jack from enjoying 
any sexual pleasure during their marriage. When she'd knelt 
before him last night, she'd actually wanted him to punish 
her for not making her best effort to keep their marriage 
together. And for being so sanctimonious as to think that 
the problem was all his. Because, truth be told, part of her 
did feel liberated by some of the things Jack had made her 
do. It felt good to be bad. And now she had the perfect 
excuse to be bad...she was being forced into it. She wanted 
more of that nasty feeling.

Her gaze fell on the alarm clock. My god! Why hadn't the 
alarm gone off? She was already 15 minutes late in waking 
him up! He'd promised her that today would be a nasty one. 
Now that he was already running late, she knew that would be 
an understatement.  Not wasting another moment, she 
slithered under the covers until she was positioned right 
between his legs. Taking his cock into her hands, she bent 
her lips to engulf the flaccid head, flicking her tongue 
over the mushroom cap. Paying special attention to the 
underside ridge, she used her fingers, teeth, lips, tongue 
and breath to recreate some of the blowjob tips he'd taught 
her the night before. In fact, her jaw still ached from that 
lesson, in which she'd sucked on him continuously for over 
an hour until he felt she was making progress. Fortunately, 
the night's rest had restored his sexual drive, and his cock 
sprang to life in no time. 

She kept sucking at him diligently even when he pulled the 
sheets away, knowing that seeing her in this position would 
only turn him on more. But when he grabbed her hair in his 
hands and pulled her from her task, she knew that he'd 
caught sight of the time on the clock.

"I ask you to do just four things in the morning," he 
seethed at her, twisting her hair and pulling her even 
closer. "All you have to do is wake me up, bend over for 
your daily spanking, get my shower going and serve me 
breakfast," he said, twisting her hair for emphasis on each 
point. "But now, you haven't even done that. Now, I'm twenty 
minutes late." He jerked her head away. "I guess I haven't 
been strong enough in my  teaching." He yanked her head 
close again. "So now I have to give up one of my four 
morning pleasures. It can't be my shower, since I smell like 
I've had my face inside your pussy all night. It can't be my 
breakfast, cuz that's the most important meal of the day. 
And you've already given me my blowjob, such as it was. So 
that leaves your spanking. But don't get any ideas. We're 
not skipping it. We're just postponing it awhile. And just 
so you know, you'll be getting twice what you would've. Now 
get your ass in gear and get my day going."

He released her with a wicked twist to her hair, which sent 
bolts of pain sparking through her head. Well, at least he 
wasn't going to punish her right away, though she expected 
that her butt would be glowing bright red before the evening 
was over. As she got his shaving supplies out and his shower 
going to the right temperature, she could hear him laying 
out her clothes for breakfast and the rest of the day. She 
expected something even sluttier than yesterday, if that was 
even possible. When she'd walked into the auto shop, she'd 
felt every man's eyes upon her. And why not? Her top had 
been so tight, the material had been stretched to the 
breaking point, pushing her breasts nearly up to her neck in 
the process. Plus, it had been sheer enough to see the dark 
outlines of her nipples. The final straw had been how 
quickly her nipples had hardened in response to their 
leering stares. Good thing they hadn't been able to see how 
wet her panties had gotten upon realizing that the hard nubs 
of her nipples were exposed for all to see.

As she left the bathroom Jack gave her bare butt a hard 
smack. Now that he could, he took advantage of almost every 
opportunity to touch or grope her body. It wasn't an 
unpleasant feeling, being so exposed, just another reminder 
of how she was in his control. She quickly pulled on the 
outfit he'd laid out for the morning, a pink, topless 
bustier with snaps at the crotch. She'd have to cook 
breakfast with all the shades drawn again, but she'd hardly 
opened them at all over the past few days. 

Despite the fact that Jack was nearly back on schedule, he 
didn't allow her to eat any breakfast. Part of her 
punishment, he'd explained, with an added warning not to eat 
any after he left. Though her stomach was growling slightly, 
she didn't even think about disobeying him. In the last few 
days, he'd gotten some kind of ESP that let him know when 
she didn't follow his instructions.  She'd just get a bigger 
lunch, if she could pack it in between her many errands. 
Instead of letting her eat breakfast, Jack positioned her 
under the breakfast table, where she passed the time licking 
and kissing his cock. She was getting to be very familiar 
with its taste and texture, and even began enjoying how it 
responded to her ministrations.

Before Jack left for the day, he gave her the outfit she'd 
have to wear: a lacy teddy and blue jeans. That was it! When 
she protested that she couldn't go out like that, he 
reminded her that she could and would go out naked if he 
ordered it. And then he took away her only avenue for 
escape, ordering her not to wear any coat, shirt or anything 
to cover the teddy. She could only hope that none of her 
friends would see her. With a final grope of her pussy and a 
kiss on the lips, he handed her the errand list for the day 
and swept out the door.

As Kelli read the list, she saw that Jack hadn't 
exaggerated. Today was going to be a mean-spirited and nasty 
day. First, she was to get on the Internet and download 
graphic pictures showing exactly what she and her lover had 
done together. Then she was to assemble them into a 
slideshow in exactly the order they'd done it, leaving a 
blank screen between sets to signify each new "date." Next 
he'd instructed her to visit the movie rental store and 
trade in last night's dirty movies for two new ones, this 
time all amateur action. She was then to visit an adult 
store and get "two dildos, one the same length as her 
lover's, and one three inches longer." She was to be home 
exactly at 2:00 to receive phone instructions from him. And 
of course she still had to shower, shave, make dinner and 
prepare herself to greet him when he arrived home after 
work.



****

Kelli sat down at the computer, hands trembling over the 
keyboard, eyes already beginning to well up. She'd been 
played for a fool. She knew that now. Sure, she'd been 
honored when Roger had asked her to help with the Youth 
Group at church. She hadn't even wondered why so many of the 
women quit so quickly while Roger continued to hold his 
post. Oh, she'd practically beamed every time he dropped a 
compliment on her, especially how her figure put the teen 
girls to shame. The talks about sex that had been disguised 
as ways to "help" their youthful wards. And, of course, 
there was the Youth Camp trip where she'd taken the final, 
tragic step. 

To call it a camp was a misnomer. It was really a weekend 
retreat to a nearby convention hotel aimed at getting the 
kids away from their families and peers so they could better 
evaluate where their lives were headed. She and Roger had 
just finished the 10:00 curfew check when he suggested that 
they hit the hotel pool, which was reserved for adults. She 
slipped on the bikini she'd brought at Roger's suggestion, 
claiming it would help the kids identify better with her. 
The bottom wasn't terribly revealing, though the top did 
accentuate the fullness of her breasts. 

After a bit of relaxing swimming and splashing, she started 
back to her room, only to discover that her room card had 
somehow disappeared. Like a knight springing to her rescue, 
Roger had suggested that they head up to his room where he 
could call hotel security and wait for a new card. The first 
thing Kelli noticed when they got there was how cold it was. 
Roger must've had the air conditioner set at sixty! 
Shivering in her wet suit, she'd been very grateful when 
Roger had offered her his terry robe. While he called 
security, she tried to make herself comfortable on the small 
sofa, tucking the robe under her so she wouldn't leave a wet 
mark on the fabric. Unfortunately, this left her without 
enough fabric to cover the rest of her body. 

Roger returned  to report that it would take some time for 
security to arrive, as they had a problem in another part of 
the hotel. In the meantime, would she care to help him 
celebrate their successful trip with a bottle of wine he'd 
brought along? Though Kelli didn't really want to drink, 
Roger forced her to have a glass out of politeness. Roger 
never let her plastic cup get empty as one drink turned to 
two, and then three, and then four. That's when the night  
had turned into a scene froma bad soap opera or a cheesy 
sitcom. Somehow he managed to pour wine all over her 
swimsuit, staining not only the top but the bottom. Profuse 
with apologies, he first made as if to wipe the wine away 
with a napkin, but then backed away. Why not take the suit 
into the bathroom and soak it in the sink? While she was 
running the water, he would call and see what was taking 
security so long. 

When Kelli returned to the roomRoger seemed to be animatedly 
discussing the room card situation on the phone. She took 
her seat back on the sofa, clutching the robe about her, 
though no matter how she pulled at it, it still seemed to 
leave some part of her anatomy exposed. This didn't bother 
her as much as normal, though. It barely even registered 
when Roger sat down right next to her. Security would be 
there as soon as possible, he told her, twisting in his seat 
so that his hand accidently prodded her stomach. When she 
let out a giggle he turned back to her, gazing at her with 
amusement in his eyes. Oh, so we've got a ticklish one here, 
he teased, this time purposely fingering her stomach while 
she giggled uncontrollably. As she frantically tried to fend 
off his attacks, she didn't even notice that her robe had 
come undone, baring her entire body to him.

She'd finally tied up his hands with hers and was preparing 
to declare victory when he bent over and gave her a long, 
wet raspberry square on her bare stomach, which drove her 
into an uncontrollable fit of laughter.  When he 
administered another in the general area of her ribcage, she 
desperately tried to twist away, whereupon she found his 
mouth in direct contact with her right nipple. As she gasped 
and tried to regain her composure, small jolts of pleasure 
shot through her body. She became abruptly aware of Roger's 
hands on her bare skin, his tongue rasping across her 
nipple, and the hardness barely concealed by his baggy swim 
trunks. When his mouth finally left her breasts and traveled 
upwards, her lips were parted and waiting for him. She 
welcomed his tongue into her mouthand sucked long and hard 
on it. Still gasping for breath from the tickling attack, 
she reveled in the feel of her nipples scraping across his 
chest, and the sensation of his strong fingers brushing 
against the outside of her slit. From there it was only a 
short trip to the bed, where, as he settled his weight onto 
her and she felt his hardness penetrate her, she could 
almost imagine that it was Jack who was making her this hot 
and wet. Almost.

If it had ended there, with Roger's balls tightening and his 
sperm shooting deep into her love canal, Kelli would never 
have told Jack about it. But the combination of pleasures, 
both alcoholic and tactile, had put her into a complacent 
stupor. So when Roger continued to caress her afterwards, 
when his lips once again sought hers, when his hands found 
the cleft between her buttocks, and he urgently placed 
kisses up and down her sweat-soaked body, she once again 
allowed him inside her. And they made long, slow, passionate 
love, until he left another stream of his seed deep within 
her. 

They'd met again two weeks later, in the church's 
classrooms, where he offered his most profound apologies. 
He'd never done that before. It had been the wine talking. 
He hoped they could still be friends. After talking for 
hours, he'd offered her a friendship kiss. But when his lips 
"accidentally" brushed hers, she didn't pull away. And when 
his hand reached up her dress, pulled her panties aside, and 
knowingly petted her outer lips, she didn't protest. He took 
her brutally then, on the teacher's desk, her blouse pulled 
open, her breasts dangling out of her bra, not even removing 
her panties but just letting his hard member push them 
aside. He came inside her with a grunt and then left without 
a word.

She called him two days later to tell him this had to stop. 
She was married and so was he. But he was still one step 
ahead of her. Meet me, he threatened, or he would tell her 
husband and everyone at church about how she seduced him. 
How she came into his hotel room wearing nothing but a robe. 
How she seduced him with her luscious lips and bouncing 
breasts. Kelli knew his lies would find willing ears among 
certain women in the congregation. So she spread her legs 
for him six more times, balancing the indignity of it 
against the embarrassment he might cause. But when he 
announced his intention to spend another weekend with her at 
the upcoming Youth Camp, she'd somehow found the courage to 
confess to Jack. And relieved of that stress, had discovered 
just how thoroughly Roger had manipulated her through her 
fears.

Kelli placed the final picture into the slide show...a 
close-up photo of a woman's pussy all covered in cum. In 
their last two visits, Roger had taken to ejaculating 
outside her vagina, as if to mark his newly conquered 
territory. But now, that territory and everything around it 
once again belonged to Jack, and she was determined to let 
him do anything he wanted with it.



****

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. 

"I have a feeling that you stretched the truth a little bit 
when you told me that story," Jack said, examining her 
closely. "We're gonna get to the truth behind those lies by 
the end of these two weeks. But today we're gonna end this 
little session with a lesson about what happens when you 
stretch the truth. Yes, stretching anything at all can be 
hazardous to your health."

Kelli watched in disbelief as Jack took a cluster of fishing 
weights and attached them to the chain stretching between 
her breasts. When he pulled his hand away, the weights 
immediately dropped, pulling her nipples down with them. She 
gasped as sharp stabbing pains emenated from her nipples and 
into her breasts. And she cried out as Jack added another 
cluster to the chain, wrenching her nipples even further 
downward. Unlike the flogging, this time the discomfort grew 
and grew, as the heavy pull distended her breasts and 
nipples.

"That's not even very much," Jack commented. "Soon you'll be 
able to stand, and enjoy, much more than that."

As Kelli ripped her gaze from her tortured tits to show him 
her disbelief, she was blinded by a flash of light. She saw, 
through the haze of blue flashes, that Jack had just taken a 
picture of her with his new digital camera. And was even now 
preparing to take another!

"Oh, this?" he replied to her incredulous gaze. "I've 
decided to document your punishment. I've had lots of 
friends on the Internet giving me advice, and I want to show 
them how things are going."

Friends on the Internet? He was joking, right? He wouldn't 
possibly show anyone photos of her like this. And not on the 
Internet. Who knew who would end up seeing them? She was 
just about to voice her complaint when she noticed him 
gathering the leg ropes in his hand and giving a hard yank. 
As she'd feared, pulling the ropes spread her legs so wide 
that she immediately left her feet, leaving her dangling 
from the ropes on her wrists. Worse, the sudden drop had 
cause the weights to bounce and swing, sending jolts of new 
pain through her body. 

Completely helpless, with legs spread wide, dangling off the 
ground, and breasts deformed by a weighted chain, Kelli 
could only hang in shame as Jack took photo after photo of 
her, documenting every humiliating detail. But even then 
Jack wasn't done.

"Just like Roger I've stretched your tits and spread your 
legs. Now there's just one other part of you that he also 
stretched." Taking the final item from the table, he waved 
it in front of her and then jammed it deep into her pussy. 
Thankfully it was only the seven-inch dong. She shuddered to 
think what the ten-incher might feel like. Fortunately, all 
the attention, good and bad, had turned her on like never 
before, and the dong slid smoothly in, lubricated by her hot 
cunt juices. 

Kelli suffered through another round of humiliating 
pictures, too tired and in too much pain to analyze how she 
felt or why she felt that way. And when Jack finally 
released the ropes, took the weights from her breasts, 
twisted her around to face the wall, and took her doggy-
style, she came with a ferocity she couldn't ever remember 
experiencing. She just knew that she had to remember that 
feeling when she remembered the rest of the night.


