14 Days To Redemption

Day Eight ­ Determination
Kelli woke feeling surprisingly relaxed and refreshed. Sheıd come 
to enjoy the feeling of cotton sheets on her nude body, and 
doubted that sheıd ever want to go back to wearing flannel 
pajamas to bed. Unless Jack wanted her to, of course. She 
stretched out under the sheets, noting how the folds of cloth 
created a topography as it lay across her body. The craggy peaks 
where her toes pressed against the taut sheet. The twin mounds of 
her legs creating a valley between, leading north to her .. well, to 
her cave. Then the wider mound indicating her stomach, up to the 
smooth slopes of her breasts, where the white cloth faintly 
trembled and shook with her every breath. 
Thinking of her breasts, she quickly pulled the sheet down to 
expose them, her fingers tenderly playing over the taut skin and 
sensitive nipples. For all the abuse theyıd taken, they thankfully 
looked no worse for the wear. She couldnıt help but smile at the 
memory of Jackıs mouth on them yesterday, his lips and tongue 
gently bathing the hurt away while rapidly bringing her to the 
brink of orgasm. Sheıd felt his tongue again later that night, too, 
when heıd eaten her out as dessert after their meal. Though she 
hadnıt cum, it had been decidedly pleasant, especially so given 
the tender way he had done it, and the way heıd cuddled with her 
afterward.
It was exhilarating, really, not knowing what was going to happen 
next. Which Jack would show up? The kind and gentle one of the 
night before? The wicked one from their drive to the spring? The 
lecherous one from the previous morning? By now, sheıd stopped 
even trying to guess what Jack would do next. Heıd taken her to 
heights of pleasure sheıd never knew existed. Heıd changed her 
whole attitude towards sex already. And if she had to go through 
six more days of penance, so be it.
She certainly hadnıt expected that Jack would pardon her from 
her duties that morning. That meant she didnıt have to awaken 
him with a blow job. Or get his shower ready for him. Or even 
bend over for her morning spanking. She strained to look out the 
bedroom door, wondering where he might be. As the scent of 
bacon and eggs hit her, she realized that he must be cooking 
breakfast. Cooking for her? Just as some suspicions at this kind 
behavior began to take hold, she felt her stomach grumble. 
Suspicious or not, sheıd barely eaten in the last 24 hours, and her 
body was letting her know it.
Sliding out of bed, she padded to the bathroom to go potty and to 
freshen herself up. That morning ritual hadnıt been revoked, and 
she knew that Jack would want to see her freshly scrubbed and 
ready for anything. Teeth brushed, hair combed and face clean, 
she slipped into the short white robe hanging on the door. Like all 
the clothes theyıd brought for her, it revealed far too much skin, 
the bottom barely covering the mounds of her butt. In fact, she 
knew that if she bent over just the tiniest bit, the terry cloth would 
ride up enough to reveal the pink folds of her pussy. Jack had 
proven this to be true, too, when he fondled her from behind 
without disturbing the robe in any way. The front wasnıt much 
better, since there wasnıt enough fabric to even begin to cover her 
breasts adequately. And when she cinched the robe the way he 
liked, she could barely keep her nipples covered. Not that it really 
mattered, she thought, surveying herself in the mirror. Sheıd long 
since stopped feeling embarrassed walking around nude in front 
of her husband.
To her delight, Jack had indeed made breakfast for both of them, 
and they lingered over it for a good half hour. Then it was into the 
shower, where she assiduously washed every inch of his body 
with just her hands and some soap, taking special care to make 
sure his cock was glistening clean. As she towelled him off, and 
then herself, she felt almost as blissful as she had on their 
honeymoon. Except that then theyıd kept all of their sexual 
activities under the covers and in the dark. It was somewhat 
unsettling that she was now so familiar with his private parts, 
especially in comparison to their early life together. But that was 
in the past. The old fears. And the old Kelli.
Jack seemed to be in great spirits, energetically moving about the 
room and whistling snatches of different songs. At his suggestion, 
she wore only a small pair thong panties and the white robe sheıd 
worn earlier. They were going for a little walk, heıd declared 
earlier. She knew by now that he meant something more than a 
walk was planned, and she shivered a little at the thought of what 
that could mean. The thick backpack of ³supplies² looked pretty 
ominous to her.
Walking through the woods, she instinctively tried to pull the robe 
tighter to conceal more of her body, but to no avail. If she pulled 
the hem down, it left more of her breasts exposed. Pulling the 
cloth tighter revealed more of her butt. Thankfully, anyone who 
spotted her wouldnıt have a clear view of her pussy, though the 
sheer fabric of her panties didnıt leave much to the imagination.
³Here we are,² Jack announced, pulling to a stop on the trail.
Where is here, she wondered, surveying the trees, trees and more 
trees around them. She couldnıt possibly understand why heıd 
chosen this place to stop.
³Take off your robe. And give me your right hand,² he said, the 
command snapping her attention back to him. Pulling a rope from 
his bag, he wrapped it around her wrist several times, knotting it 
so that it wouldnıt slip off. He then secured her left wrist in the 
same way. Taking hold of the other end of the rope, he threw it up 
and over the limb of the tree to her left, then took the other rope 
and threw it on the tree to her right. At his command, she sat on 
the stump between the trees while he secured the ropes through 
eye hooks heıd pounded into the trunks. Pulling both ropes taut 
enough to keep her arms raised high, he tied the free ends to her 
ankles. The cleverness of it hit her when she realized that she 
could only lower her hands by raising her legs off the ground. 
Otherwise her arms would be up high, and her breasts would be 
exposed for anyone to see. Plus, when Jack slipped the blindfold 
over her eyes, she couldnıt have struggled if she wanted to. 
Robbed of her ability to see, Kelli strained to decipher the sounds 
Jack made. She heard him grunt with effort and the thump of 
something heavy being set next to her. Next came a pounding 
sound of hammer to nail. She heard the backpack being zipped. 
Finally, finally, he spoke to her. ³You can think of this as a special 
test. A test to see how much youıve learned. Youıre to sit here, go 
with the flow, and not say a single, solitary word. Not a word. 
Not a sound. Nothing.² His words sounded ominous to her. He 
hadnıt even mentioned a punishment. Sheıd be quiet, that was for 
sure. She tried hard to determine which direction he took as he 
walked away, but the trees absorbed too much sound. She was 
alone.
Fortunately, the morning air had warmed considerably, and there 
was only a slight breeze, which sometimes tickled her nipples. 
Where had Jack gone? And how long would it be before he 
returned? For all she knew, he was standing just a few feet away, 
filming her discomfort. She tried to remember if sheıd seen the 
video camera that morning. Heıd used it to take some explicit 
photos of her the night before, something heıd done almost every 
evening. She reviewed his instructions again. Sit there. No talking. 
Go with the flow. Her arms were getting tired, and he hadnıt said 
anything about not moving around. Through trial and error, she 
learned that she could bring her hands down to chin level by 
raising her legs off the ground. Not that it helped much. With her 
legs spread wide, she felt more vulnerable than ever. And 
hunching her legs in toward her body made her position on the log 
very precarious. She didnıt want to fall off. Sheıd never get on 
again.
While she couldnıt hear any people nearby, the forest had noises 
of its own. The rustle of leaves announced the presence of a 
squirrel or chipmunk. The branches sometimes clattered when the 
wind picked up. And the twitter of the birds helped keep her 
company. She settled in, suspecting sheıd have to wait a long time 
for Jackıs return.
Intently listening to the birdsı chorus, Kelli almost missed the 
sound of footsteps approaching. Was that Jack? She cocked her 
head to one side, as if she could tell by the weight of the sound the 
weight of the person. It had to be Jack, didnıt it? The steps made 
a full circle around her, then stopped off to her left. One person, 
for sure. But who? She heard a soft whump as something dropped 
to the ground, and then the footsteps came even closer, until she 
could feel the nearness of another person. She sniffed hard, trying 
to pick up a scent. Nothing. The sudden feel of fingers on her 
breast almost toppled her from her seat. Someone was groping 
her! She felt rough skin slide along hers. Callused fingers touched 
her nipples. A hand lightly rubbed the cloth between her legs, a 
finger pulling it aside, and then plunging inside her quivering hole. 
After half a minute of finger fucking, it finally withdrew. 
Kelli felt certain that there was just one person assaulting her. A 
man, by the calluses on the hands. But who? It could be Jack. And 
for him, sheıd have to go along. But what if it was someone else? 
What if some stranger had come along, and was taking advantage 
of her naked helplessness? She heard the rustle of clothing, and 
the unmistakeable sound of a zipper. What if a stranger was 
preparing to rape her right now? Her mind raced. Jack would be 
watching her. If someone came along, Jack would come over and 
get rid of him. She listened with all her might, but could only hear 
the sounds made by the person next to her. No one was running 
towards them. No one was shouting. That meant the person next 
to her had to be Jack. She remembered his instructions. Sit here. 
Say nothing. And go with the flow. Heıd specifically told her to go 
with the flow. This was part of the test! 
Expecting to feel the hands between her legs again, Kelli was 
surprised to feel soft flesh pressing against her lips. As she shied 
away, she felt hands on each side of her face pull her mouth 
against the flesh. The meaning was obvious. Parting her lips, she 
took the soft cock into her mouth, playing the tip of her tongue 
over it, as if she could ascertain its ownership simply by touch. 
But it felt and tasted just any other. For all she knew, it could be 
Jackıs. Best to act as though it was. Using her lips, teeth and 
tongue, she sucked and slurped at the hot flesh until it had 
hardened to the point where she could only keep some of it in her 
mouth. She paused then, unsure of how to proceed. Did he want 
her to keep sucking? To close tight for a mouth fuck? To transfer 
her attention to his balls or elsewhere? She got her answer when 
she felt her hands being lowered, which in turn raised her ankles to 
a very uncomfortable position. Taking the hard shaft in her hands, 
she proceeded to administer a wet and fervent blow job, sucking, 
slurping, licking and gnawing with unfeigned urgency. The faster 
he got off, the faster heıd be away. She paid particular attention 
to the hard yet silky crown. As she kissed and sucked it, she 
pistoned the shaft between her hands, as though to pinch the cum 
from one point to another. It had to be Jack, sheıd decided. Only 
he could force her to do something like this but still be so quiet 
during it. 
The sudden explosion of cum in her mouth caught her by surprise, 
causing her to gag and pull away, so that the subsequent blasts 
splattered her mouth and chin. Her last sensation of him was of 
his wet cock being wiped across her breast, leaving a hot, sticky 
trail of cum. She listened intently, pleased to finally hear a zipper 
being fastened, and the sound of an item being lifted from the 
forest floor. She felt a face close to hers, and steeled herself for a 
kiss from her unseen lover. Instead a very soft whisper tickled her 
ear. 
³The sign says Iım not supposed to say anything. But thanks for 
the blow, and thanks for the show.² With that she could hear him 
tromping away, leaving her bound and cum-soaked beneath the 
trees. Kelli waited breathlessly for the steps to return and for Jack 
to call out that the test was over and sheıd passed with flying 
colors. Sheıd stayed still. Sheıd said nothing. And sheıd gone with 
the flow, which was now inexorably dripping from her chin to her 
chest. 
By the time the footsteps returned, sheıd had to raise her legs 
twice in order to rest her arms. The cum had long since dried on 
her skin, and behind the blindfold sweat had dripped into her 
eyes. Plus, she thought she might have permanent crease marks on 
her butt from sitting on the stump. Good thing her butt had long 
since gone numb. 
³I see youıve been enjoying yourself,² Jack said sarcastically, as 
she squinted into the afternoon daylight, her eyes tearing up after 
the removal of the blindfold. ³Since you want to play the trailside 
whore, maybe itıs time that I got my licks in.² Was he really mad 
at her, or just play-acting?
As he bent to untie her ankles, Kelli looked down at herself. Her 
panties were still pushed aside where the man had groped her. 
Jack, she reminded herself. Where Jack had groped her. Farther up, 
the trail of cum ended just above her navel, with several blotches 
apparent on both her tits. Her face must look even messier, she 
decided. Good thing nobody else had seen her like this.
³Stand up on the stump,² Jack ordered. She struggled to obey, 
even though her legs were totally asleep. With a few hard pulls on 
the rope, he raised her hands until they were almost fully 
extended. Then, holding her toes onto the top of the stump, he 
pushed her forward, so she was leaning into the air at an angle, 
with only the ropes to keep her from toppling to the ground. As 
she struggled to maintain her precarious position, he reached up 
and ripped her panties into shreds, leaving her totally naked.
³Itıs time for you to get back to nature,² Jack said with an evil 
grin, brandishing four whip-like branches from a nearby bush. She 
barely felt the first ten strokes, so numb was her butt. But the time 
they reached 35, she was on the edge of tears. Finally tossing the 
branches to the side, Jack pushed her backwards, so that she was 
sitting in thin air, her body almost completely supported by her 
agonized arms and shoulders. She knew he didnıt need a reason 
to punish her, but this was too much!
Coming up from below her, he pulled her legs apart enough to get 
his head between her thighs. Pressing his lips forward and up, he 
proceeded to part her pussy with his tongue, first sucking and 
licking the sweet juices on the outside, then tongue-fucking her 
swollen clit. It took only a minute before she screamed like a wild 
animal, her body wracked by a powerful orgasm. As her body 
jolted and swayed against the ropes, she struggled to keep her feet 
planted on the stump. Finally he took pity on her and lowered her 
to the ground, where she lay panting from the pain and pleasure.
With her arms still tied by the ropes, she followed Jack back to the 
cabin. He let her pause only once ­ to read the sign heıd posted on 
the tree next to her. Her jaw dropped as she read it aloud, 
³Welcome! Stop here for a blow job. This woman is for your 
pleasure. Please donıt talk or make any noise. Enjoy!² Kelli shot a 
horrified glance at Jack, but he never cracked a smile or a smirk. 
She would just have to wonder.

Jack didnıt give her long to recover from her adventure in the 
woods. Within an hour he had her bustling about the cabin, 
packing for their trip, cleaning, sweeping and loading the luggage 
into the car. If her butt didnıt still sting from her earlier whipping, 
she had half a mind to remind him that sheıd signed on to be his 
sex slave, not his personal slave. She shook her head with a 
grimace. That argument would have her sitting on ice packs for a 
week. Soon, though, everything was packed and ready. Except for 
Jack, apparently.
³Now that all thatıs done, we can relax a little before we take off 
for the big city,² he said, dangling a white bikini set in front of her, 
and nodding to the sun-drenched deck. She didnıt bother to leave 
the room to change, fully comfortable with the way he stared at 
her breasts as she slipped the thin fabric on. The bikini fit 
perfectly. All that measuring heıd done of her body in the first 
days really paid off. 
She was surprised when she saw the two lounge chairs already set 
out on the deck; sheıd assumed that he had something else in 
mind. That set her up for an even bigger surprise when she spotted 
the large carafe of magaritas, with two drinks already poured and 
ready. That really made her put her guard up. But if Jack had any 
ulterior purpose, he wasnıt revealing anything. After a few sips of 
her drink, the alcohol began to relax her, and she quickly slipped 
into a sun-soaked stupor. 
She awoke only when she felt Jack slide onto the lounge next to 
her, the bare skin of his chest and legs sliding agreeably along her 
limbs. He snuggled in against her, turning her slightly so that she 
lay on her side, with him parallel to her. Prior to becoming his 
slave, sheıd never really liked to spoon, mostly because Jackıs 
hand would naturally fall upon her breast. But now sheıd grown 
used to it, though she was a tad startled when he didnıt 
automatically reach inside her top to cup her breast. That had 
become his favorite sleeping position. With his arms cradling her, 
his shorts-clad groin hard against her butt, his bare legs entwined 
in hers, the sun warming her skin and the drinks slowing her 
thoughts, she felt as safe and secure as sheıd ever felt before. She 
could stay like this forever.
³I love you,² he whispered in her ear an indeterminate amount of 
time later. He loved her? Did he really say that? It was the first 
time heıd uttered those words since before her affair. Despite the 
warmth and drowsiness, her imagination took off. He loved her 
again! That meant he could forgive her. Which meant they could be 
happy again. But not like before. Happier. Because she wouldnıt 
be so straitlaced. And he wouldnıt be so frustrated. She shifted 
her butt against him, smiling as she felt his semi-erect cock through 
both his pants and her bottom. With a final snuggle, she let her 
heartbeat lull her to sleep.
Kelli slowly awoke to a slight tickling sensation, which was 
accompanied by a not unpleasant buzzing permeating her body. 
Jackıs hand had somehow made its way underneath her bikini 
top, and his fingers were now gently squeezing and rubbing her 
tingling nipples. The introduction of his hand, though, was 
stretching the fabric tight against her other nipple, creating even 
more friction and heat. She shifted slightly against him, preparing 
to bring her hand between them and take hold of his cock, when 
she heard him whisper in her ear, ³Stay still. And donıt open your 
eyes.² She stayed motionless as possible as his hand moved to her 
other breast, which he palmed and caressed with tender agility. 
³Donıt look now, but we have an audience,² he murmured into her 
ear. An audience? Was someone really watching? Or was he just 
playing with her mind again? As she debated opening her eyes, 
Jack pushed her bikini top up over her breasts, totally exposing 
her full tits. Then, with casual slowness, she felt his hand trace the 
curves of her body as it travelled from her chest down to her 
stomach, and then farther down, where his fingers mischievously 
plucked at her bikini bottom. God, she wanted so much to open 
her eyes. But Jack had said not to. 
³Whoıs watching?² she breathed at him, soft enough that no one 
but him would be able to hear.
Jack didnıt seem to mind the question. ³Thereıs two, standing in 
front of that old oak tree. A guy and a girl. From the college, I 
think. Heıs leaning against the tree, and sheıs leaning back against 
him. Sheıs wearing denim shorts and a white tank top. Her top is 
pushed up over her tits, like yours. Hers are smaller, though, 
perkier. He was touching them at the same time I was touching 
yours. Letıs see if heıll keep doing what I do.² Kelli held her breath 
as she felt his fingers slide under the triangle of thin fabric, the tips 
marching slowly to her silken valley. Though heıd been groping 
and touching her there almost continuously for the last week, this 
time it felt different. More intimate. More erotic. His forefinger 
slowly split her pussy lips, the folds of flesh encasing him. She felt 
a chill run up her back. She ached to part her legs, to welcome him 
in. By sheer will, she managed to keep still. But, she needed to 
know!
³Can I take a quick look? Please?² she begged in a ragged 
whisper. She could feel his whole body smile as he answered, ³Do 
what Iım doing. Just squint a little. Donıt open your eyes all the 
way. Donıt spook them.²
Peeking through tight slits, Kelli saw them immediately. They were 
right there! No more than 25 feet from the deck! Sheıd imagined 
them to be much farther away. It was just as Jack had described. 
The girl with her top pushed up, breasts bare and nipples hard. 
The boy with his hands even now unbuttoning her shorts, 
unzipping the front to reveal sheer, white panties. And the guyıs 
hand slipping into those panties, the fingers sliding down, creating 
a tent just like the one she had between her own legs. She could 
actually see the guyıs fingers parting his girlfriendıs pussy! The 
bulge of the fabric as he rubbed her clit. And the reaction of the 
girl as she stretched hard against her lover, thrusting her tits into 
the sky. 
³Show them more,² she breathed excitedly to Jack. ³Letıs show 
them more.²
³Arenıt you the little exhibitionist,² he replied smilingly, even as 
he withdrew his hand and undid the bikini strings on her hips. 
Still acting as though blind, he pressed his hand back between the 
fabric and skin, but this time the fabric fell away, revealing the 
topmost part of her full, moist slit.
Kelli watched barely breathing as the guy pushed the girlıs shorts 
to her ankles, and then did the same with her panties. She could 
plainly see the dark, untrimmed patch of hair between her legs, 
and the contours of the girlıs pussy lips as her manıs fingers 
rubbed and caressed them. It was so exciting watching another 
couple perform a sex act at the same time that she and Jack were 
doing it. Unbidden erotic thoughts floated through her head. What 
would they look like fucking? How big was the guyıs cock? What 
would she look like sucking him off? What would it feel like to put 
her fingers into the girlıs cunt like that? Where were these thoughts 
coming from?
She shifted slightly, opening her legs as naturally as she could. 
³Iım still asleep,² she willed at the couple. ³Iım just adjusting my 
legs in reaction to the fingering.² She didnıt want to spook them. 
The thought that they could now see deep into her cunt hole made 
her unexpectantly wet. She could smell her odor now, and 
wondered if they could too. The guy now had two fingers deep in 
his loverıs slit, rubbing and pinching her nipples with the other. It 
was the most erotic thing sheıd ever seen. And it was all because 
she lay there with Jack. 
She closed her eyes and made a decision. ³Please, Jack, please 
fuck me. I want your cock. I need your cock! Cum inside me,² she 
whispered to him urgently. 
³Theyıll see everything,² he reminded her, emotionlessly. 
³I donıt care,²she whimpered. Was he going to keep this from her 
just because she wanted it? ³I donıt care who sees. I want them to 
seeto see how well my husband fucks his wife. To see you put 
your big cock inside me. To see you paint my body with your cum. 
Let them see,² she ended, speaking urgently and loudly.
Dropping all pretense, she rolled onto her hands and knees while 
Jack unzipped his shorts to reveal his stiff, throbbing cock. Kelli 
looked plainly at the couple even as Jack sank his meat deep into 
her wet cunt, watching as a mixture of shock, interest and 
embarrassment passed over their features. As the girl frantically 
pulled up her panties and shorts, the guy watched with open 
interest as Jack pounded his long dick into her open pussy. 
Catching the boyıs eye, Kelli looked down and back at her own 
tits, calling attention to the way they bounced and jiggled with 
every stroke. She was strangely pleased at how the girl had to 
take the guyıs hand and literally drag him away. 
³Theyıretheyıre gone,² Jack grunted, visciously slamming into 
her.
³Theyıretheyıre watching,² she grunted back, tensing her arms 
like shock absorbers against the brutal attack. They would be 
watching, she felt sure. She would be.
Amazingly, she really did want everyone to see. To see how well 
he fucked her. And to see what a good fuck she was. She tried 
tightening up her pussy, which from his groans, Jack evidently 
appreciated. She swirled her butt up and down. She grunted and 
groaned appreciatively. And when she felt him beginning to cum, 
she urged him on. 
She felt the hot stream of cum arch inside her like a firehose, 
coating her cunt with steaming fluid. So much! So much! Sheıd be 
leaking for the rest of the day, that was for sure. When he pulled 
out of her she immediately spun around and took him in her 
mouth, without waiting for him to order it. She wanted to do this 
for him. Wanted to thank him for fucking her like a wife should be 
fucked. She savored the salty flavor, the still-hard flesh in her 
mouth, and the way he leaned against her with exhaustion. She 
wanted him to know ­ everyone to know ­ that she was a good 
wife. And she had, by god. She had.
