14 Days To Redemption
By Buckaroo Bonzai

Day One - Initiation (cont'd.)
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. 

"You might as well meet your new master for the next few 
weeks," he told her, looking down into her eyes, and then 
down further to her tantalizing cleavage. He didn't know 
what he wanted more, to get his lips on her tits, or to get 
her lips on his dick. He knew what would bother her most, 
though. "Unzip my pants. That's right," he commanded, 
watching closely as her trembling hands complied. "Undo the 
belt and the buttons. Good. Now reach inside my shorts and 
pull my cock out." When her hand touched his cock, Jack 
thought he might explode all over her right then. "This, my 
dear, is going to be your new boss." He smiled when she 
looked around the room, especially at the open window. 
"Don't worry about anyone seeing you. And if they do, so 
what? A woman worshipping a man's cock is only natural. In 
fact, now's a good time to kiss it. Right on the head." 

Jack looked down and enjoyed the sight of his wife kissing, 
licking and sucking his cock in broad daylight, something 
he'd never seen before. As hard as he was, and as turned on 
as he was, he knew that he couldn't let her go on for much 
longer. Besides, her attempts to please him were just 
scrambled enough to be annoying. She sucked cock like a 
virgin, but without the enthusiasm. Clearly, training was in 
order. Intense training.

Not wanting to blow his load too soon, Jack pushed his 
wife's face away from his cock, pausing again to look down 
the front of her summer dress. Instinctively she pulled 
back, but Jack would have none of that. "No. Pull your dress 
out so I can see your tits better," he ordered her. "Good. 
You have most amazing breasts and it's a shame to keep them 
covered like that. Plus, I wanna be able to reach them at 
any time, to play with and whatnot. We'll have to do 
something about that. Now stand up and take that dress off."

Standing naked before him, Kelli blushed three shades of 
red. She clearly felt uncomfortable being nude out in the 
open. But her trepidation only fired Jack's passion. His 
cock still hadn't softened one bit after her inept blowjob, 
and again he contemplated throwing her down and giving her 
cunt a feel for his rigid cock. But he knew that after the 
first stroke he'd be lost, out of control. And he wanted to 
prolong his anticipation as long as possible. Besides, he 
was starving.

Pulling a short skirt and a bra from the pile of "good" 
clothes, he threw them at Kelli. "Here, put these on and go 
down to make me some breakfast.Eggs and bacon and some nice 
hot coffee."

"Just in these?" she asked. Amazingly, it was her first 
verbal protest since he'd taken control. Her fear of 
exposure was deeper than even he had suspected. 

"Yes, that's what I said. Just in those. Now go make me some 
breakfast, get the paper in, and bring it all up here. It's 
time for you to start treating me like aking." His brusque 
tone gave her no option but to obey.

After she left he jumped to the window and peered out. How 
in the world was she going to crouch over to pick up the 
paper without mooning the whole neighborhood? He grinned as 
his stomach growled. Being in charge was hard, hungry work!


After breakfast and the first shared shower since their 
honeymoon, Jack gave Kelli the mission of straightening up 
the house while he attended to the yard work. All in all, 
the first few hours were going well, especially since he 
encouraged Kelli to think of the whole thing as a sort of 
therapy for him. Still, he perceived his own efforts to be 
scattered and inconsistent. He needed to present himself as 
being totally in control, with everything fully planned out. 
She needed to see him as an implacable force, an iron will 
with a perfect plan. To get the best reactions from her, the 
fear, the trepidation, the disgust and the submission, he 
had to carefully balance a slow approach and some shocking 
demands. As he worked on the yard, he solidified his plans. 

After the yardwork he relaxed in his hammock while he had 
Kelli pull the weeds in the garden. With their entire yard 
enclosed by a seven foot fence, and no second story windows 
around, he knew that Kelli could traipse around totally nude 
without the fear of discovery. And she would. But not today. 
Instead, he'd put her in a skirt, panties and a halter top. 
But as his wife bent over to rip the weeds out, he second-
guessed his decision.

"Kelli, come over here," he called to her in his sweetest 
voice. As she approached he could read the hesitancy in her 
eyes and posture. She was beginning to expect an unpleasant 
task every time he talked to her. Even covered in dirt and 
sweat, she looked good enough to gobble up. "I've changed my 
mind about your outfit. Take your panties off. I want to 
look at your ass and pussy while you work."

"Out here?" she said meekly.

"Yes out here," he told her sternly. "There's no one to see. 
And stop questioning my orders. If I say so, I can have you 
out here working in the nude. Is that what you want? Now get 
those panties off and get back to work!" 

As she dociley handed her panties to him, Jack reached out 
and fingered her pussy. Another brick had been laid in the 
foundation of his plan to make her a good slave.


Dinner had followed another shower, this one also provided 
by Kelli. Jack admitted that he liked having her bathe and 
dry him, especially when she had to kneel for the parts 
below his waist. Now, he lay on the couch watching TV while 
Kelli sat on the floor reading a magazine. He'd decided, 
rightly, that she needed structure. Now it was time to start 
giving her some.

"Kelli." He liked the way her body stiffened at just the 
sound of her name. "I put a robe on the bed upstairs for you 
to wear. Go change into it and return down here. And don't 
forget the shoes I put there too." As she jumped to comply, 
he quickly rearranged the furniture in the family room, 
giving himself a large open space to work in. He 
contemplated leaving the blinds open to give his neighbors a 
little peek, but decided against it. Maybe later they'd try 
a little exhibitionism.

When Kelli returned, Jack saw that his selection had been 
perfect for his needs. His wife wore only a sheer swimmers 
robe that he'd found tucked in a corner of the closet. Short 
enough to cover only part of her ass, it hung open enough to 
reveal the most seductive curves of her tits and her waist. 
With the view starting to bring his cock to life, Jack 
turned to the matter at hand.

"It's time for you to learn what is expected of you on a 
daily basis. How I want to be treated. How you can address 
me. What you can do to make me happiest, which is your only 
job in this whole thing.We'll start with what I want to hear 
from you...which mainly is nothing. You'll do as you're told 
without question or complaining. Unless I tell you 
otherwise, you'll address me as 'Sir.' As in 'Yes, Sir, I'll 
do whatever you want.' Or, 'Sir, may I lick the cum from 
your cock?' I'll call you whatever I want, though given how 
quickly you spread your legs for other men, 'Slut' comes to 
mind most often. Do you understand?"

"Yes," she answered, clearly embarassed by his flippant use 
of dirty words. For Kelli, the word 'vagina' brought a blush 
to her face. And the C-words were never to be uttered, not 
even to curse your worst enemies. It was on Jack's checklist 
to change that as well.

"Yes, what?" he prompted her, clearly annoyed by the obvious 
ommission.

"Yes, Sir," she replied.

"Good. Remember, when I'm deciding on how much you should be 
punished every day, I'm going to take into account how much 
respect you show me. So remember that 'Sir!' The next thing 
is how you'll treat me. Obviously you'll do anything I want 
you to. For instance, I want you to hop on one foot. Now the 
other. Now bend over and touch your toes. Good! That gives 
me a great view of your ass. Now stand up straight and 
listen to me. When we're alone here in the house, you'll 
treat me with respect. You'll keep your eyes toward the 
ground. You'll walk behind me. And unless I tell you to, 
your head should never, ever be above mine. Do you 
understand, slut?"

"Yes, Sir," she said simply.

"Obviously you do not understand, or you would've hit the 
ground to make sure your head is not above mine." He waited 
while she sank to the floor, clearly unsure of how to sit 
and finally deciding to kneel so as to keep her pussy from 
gaping open. "It seems as though you're having a little 
trouble understanding things. I'm going to overlook these 
problems today. But you better have your act together 
tomorrow morning,

"Which takes us to the things that I like to do, the things 
that make me happy. The first is that I like to look at and 
touch you. Your job is to make it as easy for me as 
possible." He stood and towered over her. "Stand up." He 
circled around her, admiring her curves and hidden valleys, 
inhaling the sweet scent of her perfume, enjoying the aura 
of vulnerability all around her. She looked much like a doe 
ready to bolt. Only he wasn't about to let her off that 
easy. With a jerk, he pulled the robe from her shoulders and 
let it fall to the floor. From behind her he grabbed her 
breasts in his hands, squeezing them so suddenly and 
savagely that she gave a little cry. Releasing them for only 
a moment he stripped off his T-shirt before pulling her back 
against his chest, his hands once again firmly encamped on 
her round tits.  

Hard against her, he whispered in her ear, "Your body is 
mine to use, abuse and enjoy. You'll make yourself available 
to my hands, mouth and cock whenever I say. In the morning, 
your skin wil be like a clean slate. By the time you fall 
asleep, you might be red, you might be scratched, you might 
be bruised. And if you think you're going to get mercy from 
me, think again. I'm gonna be your worst nightmare, and 
you're gonna be my favorite toy."He could feel her heart 
thumping in fear against his hand. If torturing her mentally 
felt this good, he could hardly wait to get to the physical 
stuff. "Now tell me: Who owns you?"

"You own me, Sir," she whimpered, a hunted look now inher 
eyes.

"And what parts of you do I own?" he pressed.

"You own...own my lips, my mouth, my hair, my, my 
breasts..." 

With a look he encouraged her to continue in that line. "You 
own my ass, and my cu...my cu, um, cun...you own all of me."

"It's cunt, slut. The word you're searching for is cunt. Now 
say it!" he commanded.

"My cunt! You own my cunt!" She felt dirty just thinking it 
and looked accusingly at him for making her do it. But he 
met her glare with a triumphant laugh, following it up by 
reaching down to finger her there. 

"Mmmmmm. Yes, I do own your sweet slit and everything 
inside. Now it's time you learned to properly display your 
body for me. The first position is the standing position, 
which you'll take when I tell you to stand for inspection. 
Now, clasp your hands behind your head. Elbows up. Legs 
spread a little. Back straight. Head erect but eyes down. 
Perfect. This gives me just what I need to take a good look 
at your tits, to touch your ass or to admire your legs."

Jack then took Kelli through the rest of the positions he'd 
discovered on the Internet. As a base position, he had her 
take a sitting kneel, her legs spread at a 45-degree angle, 
her hands clasped behind her back. When instructed to get on 
her back, she was to spread her legs wide and place the 
soles of her feet on the the floor, assuring that he had 
easy access to her open cunt. For the doggy position, he 
instructed her to lean forward on her forearms, so her ass 
would be canted up higher into the air. Finally, he taught 
her to kneel at exactly the right height to suck his cock. 
In this position, he ordered her to pull his pants and 
boxers down, so she was at eye level with his almost 
engorged cock. 

"Soon I'm going to teach youhow to give a good blowjob. But 
for now, why don't you do your best to kiss every inch of my 
cock. And you might as well learn to enjoy it. You're going 
to be doing a lot of it."

As Kelli bent to the task, Jack was amused to see how 
tentatively she touched and manipulated him. Considering 
that he'd fucked her throughout their marriage, she was 
amazingly uninformed about what pleased him. Then again, 
they'd always done it in the dark, and her prissy attitude 
even then was often hard to overcome. As he had no need to 
put up with it now, he grabbed her head and jammed it into 
his crotch. "Put some enthusiasm into it!" he ordered. "Take 
that sucker in you're hands and squeeze," he emphasized his 
instructions by wrapping his hands around hers. Together 
they pushed out a few drops of pre-cum. "Now spread that on 
your lips like lipstick. And show me how much you like it. 
Lick your lips!"

He could sense her tears beginning to come even before they 
appeared. But he was sick of her prissy attitude and the 
self-righteousness behind it. He was a man and she was a 
woman, and men and women were made to fuck. With a growl, he 
half carried, half dragged her to the kitchen, with its pure 
white cabinets, walls and floors. After turning all the 
lights to their brightest settings, he pushed her to the 
floor and crouched down over her. Then he plunged his cock 
deep into her cunt, noticing only the coldness of the floor, 
the heat of her box and the fact that her sobs had suddenly 
turned to gasps. He pumped at her at a fever pitch, his 
strokes pulling her off and then smashing back onto the 
floor. Her head flailed around and she cried out in pain, 
humiliation and pleasure. 

Close, so very close to the brink, Jack pulledout of her 
crevice and climbed to the top of her body, forcing his cock 
between her startled lips. Uncaring of her pain, he fucked 
her mouth, ceasing only when she clenched her eyes shut. 
Then, slowly, deliberately, he withdrew from her mouth, 
causing her to open her eyes in curiousity. With that he 
penetrated her mouth once again and loosed his load all over 
her tongue, holding her head in place with his hands. 
Instinctively she attempted to spit it out, but he clamped 
one hand over her mouth and clamped her nose shut, forcing 
her to swallow his entire load of jism. She still had the 
strength to glare at him, but his steely look finally caused 
her to slump in complete submission.

Finally he sat back on her chest, his anger and his balls 
spent. Several milky white trails spotted his wife's face, 
while his cock still dripped the remainder of his sperm. In 
the glare of the lights her resignation was all too plain. 
He'd won. He owned her now. 
