14 Days To Redemption
By Buckaroo Bonzai

Prologue
Jack stared into the barrel of the gun, mesmerized by its 
power. The dark steel seemed to absorb the light, and even 
hope itself, as if the weapon knew that its actions were 
truly irrevocable. Jack looked into its single black eye for 
an eternity, allowing himself to be seduced by it. Willing 
himself to overcome his fears. Fighting his fight or flight 
instincts. And finally measuring his destiny should the 
hammer hit the primer.

She's not worth it, he decided, putting the weapon on the 
table. Actually, it amazed him that he'd contemplated it at 
all. He'd purchased the gun, a German something, to protect 
them during a spate of robberies in the neighborhood. But, 
well aware of the tragic results that guns often produced, 
he'd outfitted it with a trigger guard, and had placed the 
bullets in a separate drawer. Funny, then, how he'd been 
drawn to it when he'd first heard the news. 

Kelli, his wife of seven years, was having an affair. Kelli, 
his good little girl, Southern Baptist, straight as an 
arrow, lily-white, no tolerance for human failure wife was 
spreading her legs for another man. Kelli, the woman who had 
consistently said that she would kill him and any woman he 
might have an adulterous relationship with, had herself 
carried on an adulterous relationship. Kelli, the woman for 
whom he had turned away sexual advances from two extremely 
beautiful women, had betrayed him.

When she'd first revealed the truth, Jack had felt as if the 
air had been sucked out of the room. Literally. He'd gasped 
for breath, punched in the solar plexus by the one thing 
he'd never expected to hear. But amazingly, he hadn't 
doubted it at all. Despite the blatant impossibility of it, 
he hadn't doubted the truth of it. Hadn't even considered 
that it could all be a horrible joke. 

Her explanations were as thin as lacquer, and just as 
revealing. "It just happened," she whined. "I couldn't help 
myself..." "You've been so distant lately. I needed someone 
to talk to." He'd been distant?  He'd been doing what she 
wanted, working extra hours to get a raise so she could 
enjoy a better standard of living. 

Over the next two weeks he withdrew from her, turning a deaf 
ear to her apologies and her pleas for understanding. She'd 
tried to match his silence with her own, but couldn't. Her 
guilt was such that it needed tobe acknowldged and forgiven. 
He withdrew from her physically as well, even forgoing the 
kiss they'd shared every morning since their marriage began. 
Sex with her was out of the question. He wasn't sure that he 
could keep himself from expressing his anger in the guise of 
sex. 

Then one night she'd changed tactics, coming to him as he 
sat morosely staring at an insipid TV sitcom. Though the 
sight of her no longer disgusted him, the fact that she was 
wearing only a revealing robe didn't begin to turn him on 
like it had before.  When he made it clear that he wouldn't 
let her sit on his lap, she calmly knelt at his feet, 
leaning her head against his leg. 

"Jack, I know I've done a terrible thing to you," she said, 
looking up at him with tears in her eyes. "I've hurt you, 
and that's something I never wanted to do. I've said sorry 
so many times, but it's obvious that isn't enough. But what 
more can I do? What more can I say? I thought maybe we could 
get some counseling, but I know how you feel about that. So 
then, then I thought, maybe if you could get even, maybe 
then we could get past this. If you could get even, then you 
might, you and I might...we'd be even then. We could get on 
with our lives."

"Even?" he asked, intrigued despite himself.

She seemed to take heart from his response, curt though it 
was. "I thought, well...maybe...I thought maybe you could 
have an affair...too. You know, you could go off and 
have...have sex with some other woman. And then...and then 
we'd be even." By then she was trying to stifle her sobs.

"Sex?" he mumbled, surprised at how little she understood 
how he was feeling. Still, it was enough to break him out of 
his passivity. "Sex is the last thing on my mind now," he 
lectured her. "Sex with another woman wouldn't make it even. 
Wouldn't make up for your betrayal. Because that's what this 
is all about," he said, his voice growing angier. "You 
betrayed me! You were my wife. Mine! You were the prettiest 
woman I'd ever seen. You were so good, so straight, so clean 
that you squeaked. And you were so sure, so sure that only 
you knew the moral boundaries. What we could do in bed and 
what we couldn't. Even though I taught you everything you 
know about sex. All that time that I put up with all your 
crap, all that talk about what's right and what's wrong! Why 
we could do this but not do that. All that time I put my 
wants and needs aside because you were too good, too right 
to do anything new! And now you go out and you fuck some 
other guy, and you think that if I fuck some other woman 
that's going to make it even. Even???"

He took a breath to calm down as Kelli wept openly at his 
feet. "You want to know what I feel right now? I'll tell 
you. First, I feel like I can't trust you anymore. Like the 
seven years we had are completely gone. But that's not the 
worst of it. The worst is that I'm angry. So angry that I 
want you to feel everything that I'm feeling. I want you to 
hurt like I hurt. I want you to feel the humiliation. To 
feel the confusion. To wonder where the next punch is coming 
from. I want you to feel out of control, on the edge. I want 
you to wonder about trust. Do you understand what I'm 
saying? For the first time in my life, I want you to be 
hurt. Not in a physical way, where the pain goes away. But 
hurt inside, where the pain stays with you. And Kelli, do 
you understand how impossible it is for me to be this way? 
How hard it is for me to want to see you hurt? How powerful 
these feelings have to be?"

"I don't know what to say Jack. I don't," she sniffled into 
his pants leg before gazing up at him with pain-filled eyes. 
"All I can say is that I'll do anything to help you put the 
pain away. Anything!  Make me hurt if you want. I know I 
deserve it. Put me on the edge. Put me anywhere you want. 
I'll do anything you want in bed, in the house, in my life. 
Just tell me what you want. Just tell me what I can do."

From that small seed blossomed his big idea. His plan for 
his wife's redemption.

Day One - Initiation
Three days later, at precisely eight o'clock on a sunny 
Saturday morning, Jack shook his wife awake. Even though she 
was still half asleep, he could read the shock in her eyes. 
No wonder. He literally hadn't touched her since the night 
of her announcement of adultery. But when she shifted her 
body, clearly inviting him join her for some intimate 
contact, he simply shook his head and said, "No. Get up. Get 
dressed. And meet me in the family room." He ignored the 
disappointed look she gave him. Time enough for that later.

Waiting for Kelli to join him in the family room, Jack 
studied their wedding picture with a critical eye. She'd 
changed little in the last seven years. Her voluminous  hair 
was now shorter, about shoulder length. Her green eyes still 
sparkled like dew-covered grass. Her face still looked self-
assured, though her laugh lines were a bit more prominent. 
She still had a smooth, graceful neck, leading the ye to her 
full and well-rounded breasts. She'd kept her waist slim and 
her stomach flat. In fact, the only thing that had changed 
was the muscle she'd added to her ass and legs, which made 
her look more athletic than she was. On the inside, however, 
she'd changed greatly, her self-righteous morality growing 
more strident, making her deviation from the path all the 
more surprising. 

Don't go there, Jack had to caution himself, feeling the 
anger begin to rise. It was important to tell Kelli his plan 
as dispassionately as possible. She had to understand that 
this was her only option; that to decline might mean the 
death of their marriage. Even with that incentive, the odds 
of her accepting the plan were only about 50/50. The odds of 
the plan actually succeeding would be even less than that. 

Jack turned as his wife made her way to the couch and primly 
sat down. As was her custom during the summer months, she 
was wearing a long summer dress, the square neckline hiding 
rather than accentuating her bust. The fabric kept her legs 
largely hidden, though he was able to admire her shapely 
ankles and painted toenails. If all went well, she'd have a 
whole new attitude about dressing  before the day was over. 

"I think I found a possible solution to our problem," he 
began, pleased to see the beginnings of a smile on her face. 
"But I'm not sure you're going to like it. It's a little 
radical..." 

The key, Jack told her, wasn't in getting even for her 
transgression. It was in getting rid of the anger and 
betrayal that he felt. He'd tried to forgive her. He 
rationalized and thought and prayed, but it still wasn't 
enough. He needed shock therapy. And their marriage could 
probably benefit from it as well. So over the last few days 
he'd come up with a plan. A plan to help him work out some 
of his aggression. And one that would serve as a cold splash 
of water on their entire relationship. 

Working on his plan had been the first time since her 
bombshell that Jack had felt a real sense of purpose in his 
life. He would save his marriage. He would dramatically 
expand their sex lives. But he wasn't so naïve as to think 
that his plan was completely altruistic. He knew that the 
line between retribution and redemption was awfully thin. 
And that if Kelli went for this, he'd have a chance to do 
some things he'd only fantasized about. The plan appealed to 
Jack's dark side. It was time for some selfishness. It was 
time to have fun.

"So now that you know where I stand," he continued, taking 
some papers from the desk, "here's the solution I've come up 
with. I've even written it down, so you know exactly what 
you're getting into. And if you agree to go along, we'll 
both have to sign it."

At her nod he began to pace, trying to decide how to present 
his ideas. "What I want, what I need, is to change our 
marriage from the 50/50 it's been to 100/0. What that means 
is that I'll have 100% of the control. For the next 14 days, 
I'll be making 100% of the decisions regarding both of us. 
I'll decide what you wear, what you do, where we go, when we 
do things, how we do them, everything. For the next 14 days, 
you'll be giving me total control over your life and mine. 
If any major decisions come up, you'll have to trust that 
I'll do what's best for both of us. Or, if I can't do make a 
decision, I'll delay it until the 14 days is up. 

"The key is that I'll have all the control. It'll be like 
we're going back to the Middle Ages, where a wife was 
property and a man could do anything he wanted with her. I 
can tell that this idea is shocking you, but I really think 
this is the only way I'm going to be able to let go of how 
I'm feeling. It's like they say, 'Don't do the crime if you 
can't do the time.' Your sentence is 14 days, and I'll be 
your warden. 

"To help you decide, I've written down the rules you'll be 
expected to follow. So you won't be surprised by anything I 
tell you to do. You'll have to agree to every rule for us to 
go on with this. Otherwise...well, I don't know what we'll 
do.

"Rule Number One: For 14 days, you will submit to me 
completely. Your body will be mine, to do with as I like. 
You will keep yourself in the manner which I command, and 
always be ready to do my bidding. You will also trust that I 
would do nothing that would cause you permanent harm.

"Rule Number Two: You will do everything I command, exactly 
as I want, no matter how you feel about the action. No 
amount of embarrassment, fear or other emotions will prevent 
you from following my orders.

"Rule Number Three: You will do everything that I say with 
enthusiasm, and try to take pleasure in each act, both for 
yourself and in the satisfaction of pleasing me.

Rule Number Four: You will gladly submit to any act of 
discipline or punishment I command, knowing that I do so 
with your best interests at heart.

Rule Number Five: You will give me the right to restrict you 
to or from any room in the house, any place outside, or from 
any person, for as long as I prescribe.

Rule Number Six: You will neither look for or take advantage 
of any loopholes in these rules. Know full well that your 
good faith will be rewarded and your bad faith will be 
punished. "

Kelli gave him a look that he couldn't interpret before 
picking up a pen from the desk, "Basically, you want me to 
be your slave for two weeks?

"Basically."

She glanced over the rules before measuring him with her 
eyes. "If this is what it takes..." she sighed,  before 
bending to sign the contract that would enslave her for the 
next two weeks.

"That's what it takes," Jack agreed, signing his name to the 
paper and starting their two week adventure.

