by Amy Yao
"To be honest, I'm not even sure. I mean, if I just said it out loud, I don't know if it would actually make sense."
Michael nodded, like this was a perfectly reasonable answer. "I think you're right about that. Sometimes, people end up in fights, and they know that they’re hurt, but they can't remember exactly what caused it. Which words? And you run them over and over again in your head, and you don't even know if they make sense really." Michael shook his head.
"Pretty much," David admitted, nodding. He took another sip. This time, the coffee didn't burn quite the same way. "So do you have any advice?" This time, the analyst smirked, thinking that his boss would just shrug or maybe say something about how women were crazy.
Much to his surprise, Michael glanced over his shoulder. When he saw the hallway was clear, he nodded. Lowering his voice, he asked, "Have you heard of The Facility?"
"What?"
"The Facility is a special retreat for couples in your position."
"A couples retreat?"
"Yes and no. You see, this is a place where women like your wife can be better trained. They can be taught how to please their husbands."
"I don't think I understand."
"Do you want to?"
"Yes," David said. After the last couple hours of searching through random profiles and unintentional advice columns, he was ready for something helpful.
"Okay. I'll send you a link later today. Don't worry about IT. The link won't be traced back to you, so take your time. Just be more careful about letting someone like Diana see what you're looking at. It could get awkward pretty fast."
Michael turned and walked away, leaving David to wonder exactly what all of this could mean. Then he shrugged again and took another sip of his coffee. For the first time in the last forty-eight hours or so, David actually felt a bit better.
Sure enough, when David got back to his computer, there was an email from Michael waiting for him.
David opened it, only to see a link. The text didn't form anything coherent, just random letters and numbers. He clicked on it just as he started to wonder if maybe this was some sort of prank. He would open up the random link, and it would take him to some silly pornography site or something.
But no. A real website opened up.
At first, it reminded him of a hotel, perhaps some day spa. The camera shots moved with professional grace, showing off gardens, marble pillars, and expansive lobby. In those first couple of shots, David didn't see anything special or unusual.
"Welcome to The Facility," said a feminine voice. She seemed utterly content.
Remembering that he was supposed to keep this to himself, David quickly turned off the volume. He paused the presentation, and he took out his headphones. He plugged them in and put them on. At the same time, he made sure to check around. He didn't want Diana to sneak up on him, though he doubted she would try that a second time in the same day.
Exhaling through his teeth, he wanted to spank her now more than ever. Unfortunately, he wasn't going to get the opportunity.
Once he had his headphones on, he resumed the presentation.
"Are you interested in training your wife, your girlfriend, perhaps a colleague? Here at The Facility, we make your dreams come true. Far too often, women step beyond their rightful boundaries. They say and do the wrong things. They get defiant or rude. They question the men who have the right to guide them."
As the camera panned across a vista of a pool, David raised an eyebrow. He could certainly understand why someone like Michael would be cautious about these sorts of images. There were lots of girls walking around in bikinis. Many of them seemed more like models. They had blonde hair, vivid blue eyes, huge breasts, and they wore tight little bikinis that barely contained their curves.
Strangely enough, all of those girls were wearing chokers.
Then there was another image, a different speaker, only this one was a man.
"My name is Roman Anderson, and I am one of the owners of this property. I would like to invite you and your significant other to come here. If you do so, you will learn how to train, own, and control your female. It doesn't matter if she is your girlfriend or wife, maybe a pesky competitor, or she could be someone else entirely. But if you are looking at this video, that means you are the right sort of man for a visit. You know that there's something wrong. You know that you need assistance. We can provide that."
David wondered if he should just close the window right away and pretend he had never seen any of this at all. He didn't. Instead, he kept watching, learning more and more.
Pretty soon, he figured out those girls weren’t wearing chokers at all. Those bands of leather or fabric around their necks were something else entirely. Pretty soon, a grin tugged at the corners of David's mouth.
David was hard. He was hard and his body thrummed with excitement as he drove home again. Usually, he hated the evening traffic. Not today. He was looking forward to getting home to spend some time with Erika because they were going to have a conversation. It was going to be interesting. More importantly. It was going to be very, very good for them.
He got out of the car, and he resisted the urge to run up the walkway, to jump the stairs, to burst through the front door.
He took his time. He allowed the authority to gather around him. He was going to be in charge. His wife was going to learn that actions have consequences. If she wanted him to forgive her, if she wanted another chance, and she had to demonstrate her contrition. And maybe (just maybe) they could continue from there.
After locking the door, he stepped across the threshold. This time, he found his wife back on the couch, and she had her laptop braced against her legs.
She glanced up at him. "Oh, hey. You’re home a little bit early."
"Erika, if you want us to work on our relationship, then things are going to have to change."
She straightened up immediately. Focusing her attention on her husband, she swallowed. At the same time, David could tell that she was calculating exactly what she should do or say.
Slowly, she closed the laptop. She pushed it aside, lowering it onto the cushion next to her. Then she got up, and she nibbled on her bottom lip as she approached. She moved slowly, tentatively, like she was some nervous forest creature.
“Are you ready to spend some time together?” No. That wasn’t direct enough. “Are you ready to face the consequences of your actions?” There. He said it, his voice filled with menace.
“Yes,” she whispered.
“Good. Come here. Stand. Take off every stitch of clothing.”
Her eyes widened, but only for an instant. Then she nodded to herself, as though she needed that mental reinforcement. Slowly, she got up, and she walked closer and closer to David. Then, almost as he thought she was about address him, she paused.
She looked at one foot, taking off her thong. She did the same with the other foot. After that, she pulled off her pants and her shirt, her panties. She took off everything until she was completely naked in front of her husband.
Of course, they had been together many, many times. But this felt different. The edge of emotion had shifted.
“We aren’t going to make love,” he said to her.
She gave a quick, nervous shake of her head, like she agreed, but she couldn’t exactly understand what this would mean. Good. He liked the idea that she was little bit nervous, that she was just slightly worried about what would happen.
Because if he was really honest with himself, David had to face facts. He didn’t know either.
“Erika, I’m going to punish you.” He made those words into a promise. For a second, he doesn’t know exactly what he wanted to do. He wasn’t precisely certain how he would discipline her, though he knew she needed it badly.
The hesitation broke. He remembered last night, and that’s when he grabbed her wrist, yanking her. He practically dragged her down the hall and to the right, directly into their bedroom.
Turning around, he grabbed her,
pulling her into his arms. His hands went to her waist, and he lifted her. He threw her forward, letting her fall down onto the mattress. She bounced once. Then he was on top of her. He moved like an animal, quick strides and deadly sweeps.
Now he was on top of her, straddling her. He grabbed her wrists, pressing them down into the soft cushion.
He looked into her brown eyes. Simultaneously, drinking in the sight of her cheeks, the curves of her hair, the shape of her chin. She really was beautiful, but he couldn’t stop himself from recalling how angry she looked last night, how she had released every drop of rage she had contained. This girl had become poisonous, pure venom.
“You don’t respect me,” he said. “You don’t respect our relationship.”
Erika gave a quick shake of her head.
“I’m sorry,” she replied.
Was she?
“You acted like a spoiled little brat last night, completely ignoring everything we have built together, everything we are supposed to be. How should I punish you for that?”
Erika bit down into her lower lip.
“I’m, I’m not sure.”
“Let’s start with something basic.” With that, David practically jumped from his position. It prompted Erika to try to get up. He placed one hand on the back of her neck, pushing her down. “No. I didn’t say you could get up.”
Down on her stomach now, her eyes widened. Erika didn’t know how to deal with that sharp tone or the fact that she was under his control.
His hand moved along her naked calf, up her knee, along the soft skin of her thigh, all the way to her ass. He gripped that gentle curve before raising his hand. “Now I’m going to spank you,” he promised.
Erika gulped. He heard that sound, and he grinned. He didn’t know why. Maybe it was the fact that it finally seemed as though Erika was starting to understand that her actions had consequences, that she couldn’t just say whatever she liked and that he would make sure she learned her lesson.
His hand blurred down. All at once, he felt it, the soft give her buttock under his palm. He got hard almost immediately, especially because Erika let out this little groan. He decided to strike again, harder this time.
When he spanked her, she squirmed on the bed, wiggling her hips side to side, flexing her toes.
“You disrespected me, Erika. You disrespected our entire relationship. Tell me. Is that acceptable?”
“No,” she agreed.
“No, it’s not. You know me, Erika. You know that I’m not some macho who needs constant reassurance. But there are rules. You can’t just go ahead and say whatever you want. It doesn’t work that way.” “No. It doesn’t. I’m sorry!”
“No. You aren’t,” he replied. “You will be.” David looked down at her petite form. Her ass had already started to turn red. She needed more; that much was clear. He smacked her, his hand flying down, striking those wonderful lines.
He learned how to spank her. He figured it out, taking his time, studying her reactions. His hand moved, sometimes against the right cheek, sometimes against the left. Higher or lower, he made those decisions, calculating exactly what reaction to get from his wife.
At first, she sounded like this didn’t really matter. Sure, she groaned or whimpered slightly, but there was no desperation there.
That didn’t last long.
As David got a handle on this, he figured out exactly how to strike, how hard. He wanted to hear her squeal, to understand that she really felt what was happening.
“I’m sorry! I’m sorry I was such a bitch!”
“Yes, you were. And are you going to make that mistake again?”
“No! I, I won’t make that mistake again!”
Her promise sounded sincere. And yet, some instinct told David that he couldn’t trust her. Why not?
He looked down at her ass. It was red now, and she was quiet, her hands pulled up toward her face, her legs spread slightly.
“How does this make you feel?”
“I don’t know,” she said.
She didn’t know? After everything she had done and everything they had been through, she didn’t know? Although he didn’t lose control, he could feel the anger swell inside of him, like some awakening beast.
“I see,” he said. Then he made another decision. “Erika, close your eyes. Spread your arms and legs.”
“Why?”
He pounced on her again, wrapping her wrists, yanking them over her head. At this point, she still had her knees together, like she instinctively wished to protect herself. But from what? What was she hoping?
He looked down into her eyes.
With that gaze, he communicated something primal, something animalistic and beyond basic words. Instead, he wanted her to understand. He needed her to comprehend exactly what she had done.
Even if she could spout the words and reiterate the ideas, that didn’t mean she really felt her error.
He leaned down and kissed her. Why? Because he wanted to. And at this moment, David had no interest in holding back. He kissed his wife, savoring the soft feel of her lips, the taste of her gloss, the feel of her body beneath his. Again, he held her and felt the whispers of biology.
He continued to kiss her, claiming her mouth, using her. With his weight on top of her, he invaded something very important: he was in charge. He had her.
“Spread your legs for me,” David commanded.
The bed shifted beneath him ever so slightly as she obeyed this time. But really, that took too long.
“What, what are you going to do?” There. He heard it a little bit more, that droplet of fear in her voice. She had messed up by hurting him. It was time she got a taste of that same helpless frustration.
“Whatever I want,” he replied, his grin almost savage.
Like a good girl, she closed her eyes, putting herself at his mercy. Finally, she was figuring out what he expected of her.
David slipped off of the bed. He glanced over his shoulder as he started to rifle through the drawer. He knew what he wanted. Technically, the dresser was Erika’s, though he had a fairly good idea of where she kept everything. Sure enough, he found his target within just a few seconds.
He turned around and climbed back up onto the bed. He didn’t say anything. Instead, he took one strip of ribbon and looped it around her right wrist. He tightened it, watching as it dug down into her skin. It would sting just enough, just enough to make sure that she really understood what was going to happen.
“What are you doing?” Eric asked, though she was smart enough to keep her eyes closed.
“Whatever I want,” he replied, savoring that look of worry on her face. Erika swallowed again, very, very nervous. Because he could, he placed his hand right above her heart. He savored the heat radiating off of her body. Yes, this girl was clearly nervous.
David tightened the ribbon restraint, and then he looped another end of the fabric around the bedpost. He tied it into a simple knot, one that would make sure she couldn’t get away. He took up the second ribbon and repeated that process with her other limb.
“I don’t want you to screw with me right now. This is very important. Erika, struggle.”
Her eyes flickered, but she was smart enough not to raise her eyelids this time. With her arms held above her head, she must’ve understood just how helpless and powerless she had become. Her husband was in charge, he wouldn’t tolerate any defiance, any bad behavior. Maybe she really was beginning to comprehend just how badly she had messed up and what she would have to do to make it right.
Maybe.
He couldn’t be certain. That was fine. He could work with a little bit of chance.
David stroked her body, teasing her. All the while, he waited for her to prove something.
In this first couple of moments, Erika started to struggle. She tugged, gingerly and gently at first, when she was worried she might be tied in bed. She could work her arms; that much was true. She probably had four or five inches of free movement in any directi
on.
But that wasn’t very much, and now was it?
So something primal behind her eyes kicked in. She started to get nervous, to worry. She really was tied down to the bed! She was strapped down helpless, and her husband could do whatever he wanted with her.
She hated this. Something clicked inside of her, telling her that this was wrong. And yet, another part of her body responded. She didn’t understand why, but she could feel that heat gather between her legs. This was why she brought her knees back together.
Big mistake.
By bringing her knees back together, by trying to hide her sex from her husband, she made it very clear that he should pay attention. She tried to hide something, thereby drawing his focus. First, he slipped back to the foot of the bed, he grabbed her ankles. He spread them.
“What are you doing?” David asked, his voice lit with something mischievous. Obviously, he was having fun with her now. He was enjoying this part of their game. After all, if she got scared, that probably meant she was learning.
“Nothing!” Erika squeaked out that word like a frightened little animal.
He dragged her legs apart, exposing her sex. “Erika, Erika, Erika,” he said, repeating her name. “You might not realize this, but I am in charge right now. That’s why I have you strapped down. That’s why I can do whatever I want with you. Say it.”
When she hesitated, he actually enjoyed that. She still had her legs spread, and he was currently seated between her ankles, which meant that she wasn’t going to be able to hide. While she wondered exactly how her body was responding despite the currents of sensation running through her skin, David had a good view.
He could see the sleek sheen of arousal play along her pussy. With her lips pressed together, she thought about what she was going to do. Erika figured she had more time; she was wrong.
Her husband reached down, bent one finger, and he touched his knuckles to her opening. It was just a light caress, barely touching her at all.
And yet, she flinched.
Her eyes flew open, and Erika yanked against her straps. Before, she had tugged halfheartedly on those restraints, and even then, she only did it to please her husband. But now, a jolt of anxiety shot through her. It granted her extra strength.