14 Days To Redemption
By Buckaroo Bonzai

Day Two - Preparation
Kelli woke with a start and then settled back into the 
pillow. Her sleep had been fitful, filled with disturbing 
images of Jack and other men touching, groping and 
penetrating her. Still a little confused, she looked over to 
see Jack sprawled out in the bed, his naked body only half 
covered by the twisted sheet. She quickly realized that she 
too wore no nightclothes. She'd slept nude for the first 
time in, well, in her whole life!

That brought her memories of the previous day flooding back. 
Jack's plan to get even with her for her infidelity. His 
ultimatum and contract. The change in his personality. The 
way he'd violated her, both mentally and physically. The 
fear, anxiety and yes, excitement, that she'd felt. And the 
way he'd taken her at the end of the night. The humiliation, 
the intense pleasure, and the shocking way she'd capitulated 
at the end. 

The end? She whipped her head around to see the clock and 
then breathed a sigh of relief. She had a few minutes before 
she was to wake him up. Long enough to try and soothe the 
pain in her body and calm her racing mind. She could see 
that the whole thing was a way for him to punish her. Not 
only for her infidelity, but for her adament belief that sex 
was wrong. She'd known for a while that he was unhappy with 
their sex life. He wanted to do things that people shouldn't 
be doing. And instead of compromising, she'd stonewalled 
him, keeping the two of them from enjoying any pleasure. 

She wasn't so naïve as to think that no one else was doing 
these things. She watched TV, went to the movies, surfed the 
Internet. But for her whole life, she'd been raised a strict 
Baptist. If it wasn't in the Bible, you weren't supposed to 
do it. The fact that she and Jack had sex when they weren't 
trying to have children had been a real point of pride for 
her. Then, yesterday, every time he'd forced her to break 
one of her taboos, she'd seen a look of triumph in his eyes. 
She knew it was going to be a long two weeks. She had a lot 
of taboos.

Her attitudes were as much her parents' fault as anybody's. 
When they lived down South, the church had been the center 
of their lives. And when they'd taken Kelli and her sisters 
north to live, they'd brought along the 100-proof version of 
their religion as a defense against Northern liberals. Most 
of all, they'd instilled a definite fear of God in their 
daughters. When her mother had caught Kelli touching herself 
one day, she'd lectured her on the impurities of women and 
then admonished her, "God is watching." 

That single phrase was at the center of so many of her 
inhibitions. That's why they always made love in the dark. 
That's why she kept her clothes simple and plain, even 
though Jack continually asked her to show more skin. That's 
why she never used dirty words. And that's why she didn't 
touch his penis, or put it in her mouth, or even touch his 
ejaculation. God was always watching, and the thought of Him 
watching her do that embarrassed her.

But now, well, God would just have to deal with it. Today 
was Sunday, and she thought that Jack would still want to go 
to church. She'd watch and listen carefully during the 
service, and see if God gave her a sign that what she was 
doing was wrong. She hoped not, because doing this for Jack 
seemed to be the only way of keeping him. And while it 
wasn't all fun, it was a little fun being bad.

She turned to the clock just as the number flipped over to 
8:00. He'd given her explicit instructions last night about 
how he wanted to be awakened every morning. She was to get 
up before him, make sure the coffee was brewing, and then 
wake him by sucking on his penis...no, she had to learn to 
say it....by sucking on his 'cock' until he got hard. She'd 
put the coffee on the automatic timer, so that left only one 
thing to do. 

Shifting around so her head faced the foot of the bed, she 
tried to disentangle his limbs from the sheets, but quickly 
gave up. He was too wrapped up. She didn't think that waking 
him up first would go over well, so instead she crawled up 
under the sheet and inched her way between his legs. In the 
enclosed space his muskiness and the lack of open air left 
her lightheaded. But finally she inched forward enough to be 
within striking distance of his manhood.

Seen limp and resting, it looked harmless. But when fully 
erect it was thick and long, over seven inches, and capable 
of tearing her apart. As her vagi...no, her cunt...could 
fully attest. Tentatively she took the head, and then the 
shaft into her mouth, rolling the folds of skin around with 
her tongue. In response Jack groaned and opened his legs a 
little wider. Encouraged, she began sucking at the soft 
skin, thrilled to feel it growing within her mouth. Every 
other time she'd ever taken him this way, he'd already been 
hard. 

With a whoosh Jack pulled the covers from her body. She 
could imagine what she looked like, naked and suckling on 
his manhood. But she persisted, knowing that to stop would 
only anger him. She thought of her mother's pre-marital 
advice on how to keep a man happy. It hadn't mentioned this. 
Finally Kelli had Jack's cock stiff and quivering. "Should I 
keep going, Sir?" she asked, knowing that the question would 
please him. 

"No, come up here instead," he replied, giving her head a 
slight tug. When they were eye-to-eye, he pulled her to him 
and kissed her long and hard, his tongue dancing with hers. 
Kissing was one of the few sexual pleasures she'd felt 
comfortable with, and she'd developed quite a talent for it. 
But just when it felt like she might melt into his arms, he 
flipped her on her back, mounted her, and slipped his cock 
in the folds between her legs. To her surprise she was 
already very wet, and she automatically raised her legs to 
let him farther in. 

He fucked her silently for several minutes, his blank stare 
a sign that his thoughts were far away. Kelli, though, took 
in every sight and sensationof this new experience of making 
love in the daytime.  She watched as his wet cock slid 
smoothly in and out of her. She noticed how her breasts 
quivered with every stroke, and how good it felt when Jack's 
muscled chest rubbed against her nipples. She took in every 
play of his muscles. She memorized every sensation of his 
manhood spearing inside her. She felt a sudden thrill when 
she noticed that the drapes were open. And she smiled when 
she felt the familiar warmness of an oncoming orgasm. 

But just as it was starting to feel good, Jack pulled out 
and rolled off her. For a moment they just lay side by side, 
their breathing slowing to normal. "Sit up and give me your 
hand," he finally said to her, taking it in his. "There are 
a couple of things I want you to do for me for the next two 
weeks." Whoa, back to reality, Kelli thought. "The first 
thing I want you to do today is to shave your muff when you 
shave your legs. I want all the hair from between your legs 
removed, except for a strip two fingers wide." He placed her 
fingers just above her  slit to demonstrate. "And from now 
on, when you're with me but not serving me, I want you 
kneeling on the floor in your base position.  That way I can 
keep an eye on you.

"Now as far as today is concerned, I've decided that we 
should still go to the 10:30 service. You can wear any 
appropriate dress, but you must wear one of the three 
panties in your slave wardrobe. The same goes for your bra. 
After the service, we won't be joining your parents for 
brunch as we have a bunch of errands to do. Now, get on your 
hands and knees for a little fun before your shower."

As Kelli flipped over she noticed that he was still hard. He 
was going to take her doggy-style, right before church? 
"Yeep!" she squeaked as she felt his hand sting her butt. 
She was getting spanked? But she hadn't done anything wrong! 
Before she could protest, another swat stung her buttocks. 
Then another and another. This time she kept count, trying 
to focus on the numbers rather than the pain. But Jack never 
asked how many, stopping at twenty-three. Looking back over 
her shoulder, she saw the excitement and lust in his eyes. 
She could tell then that the spanking would be a daily 
thing.


In the car after the service, Kelli sat silently next to 
Jack. Almost immediately after leaving the parking lot, he'd 
ordered her to raise her skirt high enough to see her 
panties. Now, at the light, he idly stroked her inner 
thighs, making her feel exposed and vulnerable. On the other 
hand, the wetness staining her panties revealed her body's 
appreciation of his stimulation.

The service had gone well, though she was continuously 
reminded of the morning's activities. First by the 
uncomfortable stinging of her butt. And second by the itchy, 
bare feeling between her legs. Both  caused her to fidget in 
her seat. Then, after the service, she thought she might die 
of embarrassment  when they stopped to tell her parents to 
go on without them. Looking at the two of them, her father 
had commented, "Jack, you got yourself a good little girl 
here." And Jack had answered, "Yes, I'm only just now 
finding out how good," while giving Kelli an open wink. 
Kelli was sure that she saw her mother giggle at that. On 
the good side, God hadn't given her any overt sign that she 
was doing the wrong thing. She wasn't sure if she was 
relieved or disappointed by that conclusion.

The two of them reached the shopping center just as Jack's 
probings were beginning to get obscene. Not surprisingly, he 
led her directly to "Fantasy Nights," a store he'd always 
wanted her to visit. As they entered, Kelli felt like every 
eye in the parking lot was on her. Inside, it took her eyes 
a while to adjust to the dark. And when they did, she saw 
that the store was packed with every manner of adult 
clothing and toys. Lingerie of all sorts hung from the 
racks. One counter was given over solely to condoms, while 
another held nothing but massage oils. And along the walls 
she saw all kinds of vibrators, fake penises and other 
gizmos too complex to understand. She was so dumbfounded it 
took several seconds for Jack's voice to cut through the 
haze, and even then she didn't immediately notice what he 
called her.

"Earth to slut. Come in slut..." he crooned at her, finally 
going back to pull her forward. She looked around in horror 
to see if anyone had heard him call her that, but if anyone 
had they were being exceptionally circumspect. Still, to 
call her that in public! She thought of complaining to him, 
but suddenly realized that he wanted her to get riled up. 
It'd be just another excuse to punish her. 

Jack led her like a child from rack to rack, holding up 
outfits against her before discarding them or adding them to 
the growing pile in her arms. Finally, he led her back to 
the changing rooms. "All right if I help her pick out the 
best ones?" he asked the clerk, who nodded and gave them 
both a knowing smile before adding, "It's against store 
policy to try on any panties, you know." After assuring her 
that Kelli wouldn't, Jack led the way back to the room 
farthest from the doorway. Kelli's mortification grew when 
she saw that the room was not only equipped with a three-way 
mirror, but also with a security camera labeled, "Monitoring 
provided for your protection."

For nearly 20 minutes she tried on the outfits Jack had 
selected, usually overher underwear, though for some he 
ordered her to remove her bra so he could see the full 
effect. The lingerie he selected gave new meaning to the 
word "skimpy," leaving almost nothing to the imagination. As 
Jack paid for their purchases, he ordered her to re-stock 
the rest of the items. The saleswomen didn't seem at all 
phased by her submissive compliance.

Over the next few hours they made trips to the hardware 
store, the shoe store, a candle store, an Army surplus 
store, the drugstore, a liquor store and the grocery store. 
She couldn't tell what he had in mind from the stuff he was 
buying, though she suspected he bought much of it just to 
confuse her. By the time they got home, Kelli was exhausted 
from running around. Even if she did have to prepare dinner, 
she'd have a chance to rest while it was cooking.

Her plans were dashed, however, when Jack stopped her in the 
garage. "Take all this stuff into the kitchen. Then, head 
upstairs, wash up, and change into the white camisole and 
high heels we just bought. Then go to the dining room, take 
your position on the floor in the corner and wait for me." 
With that, he disappeared into the house.

Kelli had waited in the dining room for over 30 minutes 
before Jack appeared, a small sports bag in his hand. By 
then her legs were cramped and sore, despite the fact that 
she'd walked around a few times just to get the pins and 
needles out. Motioning her to stand and come to him, he 
waited until she was close before grabbing her arm and 
dragging her nearer. His eyes were predatory as he squeezed 
her painfully, "Didn't I tell you to take your position and 
wait? Then why could I hear your footsteps while I was in 
the basement? And who told you to draw the curtains in here? 
I make the decisions of what you will and will not do! And 
you just earned yourself aspecial punishment for tonight. 
Don't add to it."

Kelli cringed, silently berating herself. She'd 
automatically closed the curtains when she entered the room 
so the neighbors couldn't see her. And she hadn't even 
realized she was disobeying him by walking around. She 
wondered what the "special punishment" would be. And 
promised herself that she'd pay more attention to his 
instructions.

Kelli tried to look chastened while Jack stared at her 
before continuing, "I've decided to see how you measure up 
as a slave, to see if you meet my personal standards. We'll 
start with your body. Strip off all your clothes and stand 
up straight." Pulling a cloth tape measure from his bag, he 
measured her head, neck, bust, waist and hips, then her 
height, the length of her arms and her inseam. He marked all 
the measurements down in a little book. Then, with her 
bending over at the waist, he measured the distance from the 
floor to the top of her pussy. Next, he stood her against 
the wall and noted how far out her breasts, stomach and legs 
protruded. 

"On your back on the table facing the window," he ordered, 
turning back to his sports bag. She did as she was told, 
wondering where this was leading. When Jack turned back to 
her, he held four lengths of rope in his hands that Kelli 
recognized from the hardware store. Working methodically, 
Jack centered her body on the table and proceeded to bind 
her wrists and ankles to the table legs, trussing her tight 
enough to keep her limbs in place. Unexpectedly, Jack 
reached out and tickled her stomach. Despite her best 
efforts to get away, she could move only her torso, and only 
a few inches either way. 

Taking the tape measure, he then proceeded to measure the 
length of her pussy slit, the height of her nipples when 
erect. Then, like an insane gynecologist, he used a school 
ruler and two salad spoons from the kitchen to spread her 
wide and measure the diameter of her open pussy and how deep 
he could shove the ruler into her. These too were 
transferred to his record book. Kelli suffered the 
humiliation with only a few tears, taking small comfort in 
the fact that he probably would do this only once.

"OK," he said brightly, as if he performed these actions 
everyday, "now it's time for me to have a little fun." 
Dropping his boxers to the ground, he positioned his cock 
over her mouth and made her kiss it as he slowly rubbed it 
back and forth against her lips. Kelli could both smell and 
taste the pre-cum on the head; he'd obviously been very 
turned on by the way he'd humiliated her. That, she 
realized, didn't bode well for the next two weeks. It looked 
like he was capable of far harsher acts of revenge than 
she'd first imagined. Was he getting even with her for more 
than her affair? She could only hope that her submissive 
compliance was softening the harder edges. But she doubted 
it.

Once Jack's cock was stiff and wet, he pulled himself onto 
the table and plunged between her legs. It was a tight and 
uncomfortable fit, thanks to the ropes binding her legs to 
the table. Despite her discomfort, Jack settled into a 
strong and quick tempo, pounding his cock into her cunt with 
a vengence. Even when her lubrication kicked in the pain 
continued, as Jack dropped his entire weight onto her with 
every stroke. It wasn't fucking for pleasure, she realized. 
He was fucking to dominate her.

Finally, his body gleaming with sweat, he pulled out of her 
and crawled up her body until he was straddling her chest. 
Obediently she opened her mouth to take his cock, expecting 
a repeat performance of the previous day. Instead, he pushed 
her mouth closed with one hand while stroking himself with 
the other. Then, before she even knew what was happening, 
his cock, looking huge to her eyes, ejected a long, creamy 
white stream of cum right onto her face! Instinctively she 
closed her eyes, only to open them again when she felt 
another glob of the sticky stuff squirt onto her face. As 
she watched in amazement, a smaller glob peeked out from the 
hole and dripped down onto her chin and neck. 

Even as she lay there, she could feel his sperm, his cum, 
dripping down her face and neck and into her hair. Already 
some of it was drying, leaving her feeling sticky and gross. 
Jack, though, was evidently pleased with his efforts, 
grinning like mad as he swayed above her. "Clean me off," he 
ordered, placing his cock on the tip of her lips. She did 
her best, even though the cum that had pooled on her lips 
would sometimes leak into her mouth.This time she really 
noticed the taste of his cum, the musky saltiness. It 
actually wasn't too unpleasant, unless she really thought 
about where it had come from.

The next sound she heard nearly shocked Kelli out of her 
skin. The doorbell! "Don't go away, love," Jack said to her 
with an evil grin. Hopping off her, he donned a pair of 
shorts and a T-shirt and made his way to the foyer, leaving 
her totally exposed, with gobs of cum streaming down her 
face. Kelli strained to hear what was going on, but the 
dining room walls blocked everything but some indistinct 
mumbling. 

A few minutes later, Jack sauntered into the room wearing a 
mischievous grin. "That was your Mom and Dad," he told her, 
tweaking her nipples and pawing her body. "They wanted to 
come in for a visit, but I told them you were tied to the 
dining room table and I was teaching you to be a good wife." 
Kelli felt her face flush even as doubt and confusion swept 
through her. He hadn't really said that, had he?

Jack left her no time to wonder as he produced a new toy 
from his bag of tricks. About eight inches long and about as 
thick as a banana, Kelli recognized it as one of the 
vibrators they'd seen at the store today. "This, my dear, is 
going to be your new best friend," he said to her, running 
the phallic shape up and down between her breasts. While 
she'd never actually used one, she knew several women at 
church who had, usually when their husbands were on extended 
road trips. With the memory of that conversation came a wave 
of guilt. That conversation  had taken place one New Years 
Eve when they had all had a little too much champagne. It 
certainly wasn't an intimacy they normally shared.

Jack carefully showed her how to turn the device on and 
select one of the five speed settings. As he caressed her 
breasts with it, her nipples became painfully erect. Her 
pleasure was mixed with trepidation at the thought of what 
it might feel like between her legs. She didn't have to wait 
long, as Jack moved to the other end of the table and teased 
her pussy lips with the buzzing end. Seemingly of their own 
volition, Kelli's hips began humping toward the magic wand, 
literally begging for complete stimulation. She clenched her 
eyes shut and her total awareness became focused on the hot 
spot between her legs. Slowly, excruciatingly slowly, Jack 
pushed the vibrator into her pussy. It felt so good, so hot. 
At random intervals, he would cant the stick to touch her 
magic spot, the one who's name she still couldn't bring 
herself to say. But when he touched her there, it seemed a 
fire was exploding up her hips, even her heavily flowing 
juices not enough to quench it.

She could feel herself building towards an earth-shattering 
orgasm. Despite her inhibitions she gasped and moaned aloud, 
crying out her pleasure. She held her breath and bucked her 
hips, craving to bring every inch of her into contact with 
Jack's electric pleasure toy. Soon, very soon. She felt 
herself reach the edge...just about...almost there...

Nothing. Kelli opened her eyes and looked down with a cry. 
Nothing! Jack had completely withdrawn the vibrator, to the 
point where he now stood several feet away from the table.As 
if observing  from outside her body, she could see herself 
thrashing and twisting against the ropes, grinding her ass 
into the table in search of the final bit of stimulation 
that would send her over the edge. "Please, oh please God," 
she moaned, the desperate desire taking her well past 
blasphemy. When it became clear both to her body and mind 
that she would be getting no relief, she twisted her head to 
stare at her tormentor. Jack's self-satisfied smile said it 
all. He'd left her hanging on purpose, as her special 
punishment. 

"You're a bastard," she spat at him, staring through the 
cleft of her tits and legs and into his eyes. Even as he 
raised his eyebrows, she amended her curse. "You're a 
bastard, Sir."
