Exile to Unity

by Tara Finnegan

  “I’m still really, really fucking mad at you for not talking to me sooner. But I’m glad you told me now at least. One of the lads I worked with, Damian, do you remember him? His wife had to be hospitalized with post-natal because she shook the living daylights out of their daughter and then went AWOL for a week, she went while he was at work and he came home to a screaming baby in the cot and no sign of Denise anywhere. I don’t think I told you because it was just after Jack was born.”

  “Fecking hell. God help her. How long was she in hospital?”

  “He was off for a month, but he didn’t tell me any more than that and I didn’t want to pry. I wish I had, though, I might have learned something.”

  “It probably wouldn’t have made any difference. I’m not like you, when you have a problem, you come and talk about it and that helps you. You’ve always been like that and it’s a great way to be. When I have a problem, I see it as a defect; something to be dealt with in my own head until I have an answer. I only admit it when it’s solved. I suck at admitting my weaknesses.”

  “That’s for sure. You never seem to get that I’m on your side. Fuck it, Ange, you’re my world. I might not be the best for fancy words and flowers and that sort of shite, but I thought you got that much at least.”

  “Sometimes I do. Or did. I don’t know, I just got lost and scared. You know how I like to be in control.”

  “From now, that’s gone. You might like to be in control, but you have to learn to trust me, too. If you want to fix this you have to leave me control for a while and domestic discipline stays. That’s my condition. You know I have to punish you for this, Ange. And it’s one you won’t forget for a long time. I never want you to keep secrets like that from me.”

  Ange nodded her agreement. This was a punishment that she actually wanted, no matter how awful. She knew it was her chance to get a clean slate.

  “Go upstairs and undress. Then bring down the crop, the cane and a bunch of towels.”

  “Towels?” Ange asked.

  “Just do it,” he warned.

  When Ange returned in her dressing gown, Jim was standing at the table connecting some hosing to a bag, beside the bag was a two liter bottle of water.

  “Fuck, no way, you’re not doing that.”

  “Take off your robe, Ange. We’ll see how much you want to keep things in in the future.”

  “No.”

  Jim dropped the tubing and grabbed Ange, forcing her face down on the table spanking her hard with his hand. He shoved her robe up near her head.

  “Stay still, and take your punishment. If you move or jump up, I will repeat the whole process again tomorrow night. Is that clear?”

  Fear gripped Ange. She knew he meant it. She gripped the far side of the table with her hands and prayed for the strength to stay still.

  He started with the cane. With no warm up, it hurt like fuck. Ange screamed as he sliced it down on her behind. He passed her a towel.

  “Hold that at your mouth or you’ll wake the children,” he ordered before delivering the next wallop. Four vicious strokes, one beneath the other. She could only imagine the welts that they would have left. Then he crisscrossed the welts with two more. Each stroke was met with a scream into the towel.

  “Stay there,” he warned as he ran to the bathroom.

  Ange didn’t dare move. When he returned, he had the bath brush and Vaseline. Ange begged but he was not deterred. He brought the bath brush down hard and fast and made her count each of the twenty strokes. Ange wished she could zone out of her body and tried to focus on anything but the pain. After that, he switched to the crop, with six more welts to add to those left by the cane. While she squealed and howled, she was too shocked to cry. He had never done anything like this before. She gripped the table with all her might, to avoid jumping up. She tried to focus on the pain in her fingers, rather than her bottom and that helped to some extent. Once finished whipping her, he sat on a dining chair. Ange didn’t dare move until he told her to go stand in the corner.

  “And remove your robe like you were told,” he ordered.

  She was glad of the respite and the tears finally came. Hard heaving sobs. Ange knew she had earned every single spank. She had nearly thrown up her whole marriage. However horrible the physical pain was, it was nothing compared to the heartache she had felt earlier, when he was gone. She heard him fiddling with that damn enema bag and dread filled her. This was definitely the most humiliating treatment he’d ever subjected her to. Then she heard him rise, lift his chair, walk across the hardwood floor, and next a banging sound a little off in the distance, in the living area.

  “Turn around,” he said.

  Ange looked at where he was standing. Jim had one shoe off, which he had used to hammer a hook against the outside of the downstairs bathroom wall. He fixed the blue bag on the hook. She felt her anus clench at the thought of what was to follow. She heard the glop glop glop of the bag filling with water.

  “See this hook? Tomorrow you’re going to find a picture to put here, and every time you look at that picture, you’ll know it’s only there to mask your shame, because from now on, this is where enemas will be delivered. And they’ll be delivered any time you hide things from me, or keep your feelings bottled up. Is that clear? If you keep things in, I’ll force them out. Simple.”

  Ange looked at the spot where he’d banged in the hook. She would have to come up with something imaginative to hang at waist height in her living area. She certainly would know it was her shame as she would never hang a picture in that spot. It was if he’d purposefully picked the least likely place for sheer humiliation, knowing how house-proud she was. Even as he spoke, his words and his lecture were affecting her. To her horror, Ange realized she was actually aroused, in spite of the awful thing she was about to endure. Her backside hurt like hell, but even so, she was never more willing to do his bidding. Ange wanted to please Jim, even if that meant having cold water infused into her bottom. She felt a massive sense of relief that he cared enough to punish her. Since Jack was born, Ange had never felt so secure in Jim’s care. He had chosen to forgive her. She watched him lay the towels out on the floor.

  “Come here, and lie across my lap,” Jim said, as he sat on the chair he had carried over.

  Somehow Ange managed to get her feet to work, shuffling them reluctantly across the cool of the bleached oak floor. She saw he had taken his belt from his trousers and it was doubled over in his hand. She was obviously in for some more spanking, but Ange didn’t protest. She would take what he deemed necessary. She positioned herself carefully, hands and feet on the floor for balance. He whipped her already burning backside twenty more times while encircling her waist with his other hand, giving her comfort and strength. Ange’s tears resumed. It was harder to fight them when he was touching her kindly, even while spanking. He dropped the belt to the floor and smeared her anus with Vaseline. Ange couldn’t resist shutting her cheeks together tight at his touch.

  “Open up, now!” He inserted his finger into her anus, putting a large blob of jelly right inside her bottom. She could feel the gooiness of it and knew immediately he had chosen it instead of the more comfortable lube he usually used to maximize her humiliation.

  “Down on the towels on your side,” he instructed, lightly pushing her away from his lap.

  As she lay there, Ange felt him push her knees up, rolling her into the fetal position. She was aware of the hard nozzle push against her anus. She wanted to cry out, to beg him to stop, but she had determined to accept her punishment. Her bottom tried to fight the offending intrusion. But Jim held it firmly in place and turned on the tap. The cool water started to invade her rectum and immediately she wanted to go to the bathroom. The cold sensation began to fill her and she started to feel bloated. Next came cramps, caused by the cold and the fullness. But still he kept filling her, stopping the tap until she adjusted, then restarting until every little drop was inside her. He spoke softly as the liquid drained, praising her c
ompliance, encouraging her to take it all. As he spoke, he rubbed her swollen, inflamed bottom soothingly. Already some of the fire had subsided and Ange found she was most inexplicably aroused, even through the discomfort and humiliation of the enema. She knew her pussy was soaking, but she hoped Jim didn’t.

  “Can I go to the bathroom, please?” Ange begged as he removed the nozzle.

  “Not yet. You have to hold it for five minutes. Then you’ll begin to understand how holding things in hurts people.” His voice was gentle now though and he had slipped his arm around her waist again.

  “It really hurts, Jim. Please.”

  “I know it does, love, But I want you to remember it forever. You can move to the toilet, though.” He followed her into the bathroom where he placed her hands on the wash hand basin before he spanked her again, with his hand this time, just once on each cheek. Ange hadn’t been expecting it after his tenderness moments earlier. With gravity working against her, she had to clench tight to hold the liquid. She couldn’t bear the degradation of releasing it accidentally. The effort of holding it made those two smacks the worst of all she had borne all evening.

  “I never want to have to punish you so badly again, is that clear?” he said as he held her against the washstand. Ange noticed there was no sign of arousal about him. She knew then that he meant it. The punishment had not brought him pleasure. At last, he left her to use the bathroom and Ange could finally purge.

  When finished she climbed the stairs to the master bathroom, filled the bath and lay back and closed her eyes, allowing the sensation of relief to envelope her along with the warm water. It was all over and she had survived. No, more than survived, she felt cleansed. Purified. Forgiven. And at last she could also forgive herself. Maybe there was something to this domestic discipline after all.

  Chapter Eleven

  “I’m back,” Jim shouted up the stairs, where he could hear Ange and the children moving around. He’d just been for a run and was looking forward to their first Thanksgiving. Life was much better, and he certainly felt he had a lot to be thankful for.

  “Daddy, we’re up here,” Ava shouted back as he was climbing the stairs two at a time and Jim couldn’t help but smile at how grown up she sounded, using exactly the words Ange would use.

  “Well, don’t you look very pretty,” Jim praised and was rewarded by a very precise pirouette. It was time to get her some dance lessons, no mistake about it. She had grown up so much in the few months that they’d been here.

  “Am I pretty, too?” Jack asked and Jim laughed.

  “No, girls are pretty and boys are handsome, and yes you’re a very handsome young man this morning. Are you all set to celebrate thanksgiving? And you’re both going to be on your best behavior at Hank and Betty’s I hope.”

  “Yes, Daddy.” Ava promised.

  “And how about you, Mammy? Are you going to be on your best behavior, too? No naughty words and be nice to Carla.”

  “Yes, Daddy, I pwomise,” Ange agreed in her best baby voice, making the children giggle.

  “I’m glad to hear it. I want to have the hottest date in all of Colorado. So, put on your prettiest dress.” As they left the room, he whispered so the children wouldn’t hear, “No panties. Before we go, I’m going to tan that beautiful arse, brand you as mine and remind you to watch your mouth while I’m at it. The Menthas don’t appreciate hearing a woman with a foul mouth.”

  “Maybe not, but Carla has her priorities arse-ways, she might not like swearing, but she’d have no problem with adultery if she could get her teeth into you.”

  “Enough, Ange.” Jim snapped. He would make damn sure Ange wasn’t going to spend the day riling Carla.

  “Ten minutes of Teic while Daddy and Mammy get ready,” he promised as he carried Jack down the stairs. He’d had his brother send over some DVDs of the Irish language animated tractor as they had both missed it since moving stateside, even though neither of them a clue what the words actually meant. As soon as it was running, he went to shower and make good his promise to his wife. He knew she’d be jittery with excitement. Jim liked to intersperse punishments with erotic spankings as he knew Ange reacted so differently to those. They excited her beyond belief. It seemed he could leather her senseless in the name of erotica, whereas the minute punishment came into it, her pain threshold went out the window.

  Putting her make up on, Ange smiled her greeting as he re-emerged from the shower, still wet and wrapped only in a towel. She looked lovely. Jim admired how she had kept her figure, unlike him. He knew he was looking better these days after his sessions in the gym, but he’d certainly let himself go for a time. He liked the thought of going out with this babe on his arm and the realization made him glow with happiness.

  “I don’t know how you do it, but you’re even lovelier now than when we first met,” Jim said wrapping her in his arms, kissing the back of Ange’s head.

  “And you’re still full of the old charm, but thanks, anyway,” she laughed.

  “Open your legs.”

  Ange complied and he slipped his finger in under her dress. As expected, she was soaking wet.

  “Dirty bitch,” he teased, making her blush and smile. “Go lean over the bed and pull your dress up above your waist.”

  As she did, he went to the wardrobe and pulled out a belt, one Ange had a particular fondness for, a stainless steel butt plug and a tube of lube.

  “Oh no, I’m not wearing that to the Menthas,” Ange protested.

  He didn’t bother replying, he had ways of making her compliant. He knew by the time she’d felt the kiss of the belt, she’d be horny as hell and ready for anything. He started off lightly, warming her skin to a soft pink glow. Soon he heated it up considerably, spanking her hard. As her bottom burned bright red, her whole body switched from defensive and uptight to soft and open. By their own volition, her legs were now spread apart. He dropped the belt and aimed a few spanks upward on her pussy. He couldn’t get any real stingers in from that angle, but it was enough to make her jump a little. His hand was saturated with her juices, by the time he was done. He showed her the evidence of her arousal, and told her to taste how turned on she was. Obediently she took his fingers in her mouth and tasted her own juices.

  “Tell me what it tastes like, what it’s like to taste yourself?”

  “Hmm, I don’t know not much really. A bit slimy, kind of like saliva. Not as icky as I’d have thought.”

  “Of course it’s not icky, it’s you. It’s sexy.” Jim put his fingers in his mouth now, to prove his point. He licked all her remaining juices. Then he massaged that area between her sex and her anus, gradually concentrating more on the anus. He probed a little and coaxed his finger in ever so slightly before applying lube liberally to the plug. In spite of her earlier protestations, she opened to the intrusion, just as he had known she would. Once the plug was seated, with his clean hand, he massaged her nub, rubbing and pinching slightly. He pushed off the towel, and entered her. His shaft delighted in the tightness that the plug created, it was almost like fucking her ass. With great difficulty, he restrained himself. His intention was to make her cum, but save his own pleasure for later. He liked the wait, the sensation of being filled with testosterone, knowing he could have her whenever he chose. He allowed himself to breathe again as Ange’s cunt throbbed and pulsated around his cock. His relief was enormous as her body tensed and then went almost limp with satisfaction, allowing him to withdraw.

  “Wear the plug for at least half an hour after we get there, but don’t take it out without first getting my permission. It’ll remind you to leave Carla alone. Bring a handbag so you can take it out in the bathroom. And remember, no knickers.” Jim was high as he issued instructions. He considered grabbing a quick cool shower to help get rid of his erection but thought the better of it. Knowing her juices were enveloping his cock would keep him excited, besides he had showered already and it was going to take them over an hour to get there. His erection should surely have di
sappeared by then. He was surprised that Ange didn’t argue the length of time it would be in position but she was being remarkably docile. Fuelled by his success, he issued one last warning as they reached the end of their hour long drive.

  “Ange, if you give Carla a hard time, I promise, you won’t sit for a week. Remember, I need this job.”

  Dinner was like a traditional Christmas dinner, roast turkey, ham and all the trimmings. The company was pleasant. Ange and Betty seemed to gel quite well, which pleased him. Hank was genial company at the best of times, but Jim had never seen him quite as relaxed as he was in his own home. There were two issues Jim was less comfortable with though, Hank and Betty had apparently decided to invite them as they felt the thing they had to be most thankful that year was Carla’s surviving the accident and he was embarrassed by the lengths they went to in acknowledging his part of that. And even worse was Carla’s effusiveness. She had managed to sit beside him while Ange was at the far side of the table beside Ava and Jack, and she was way too touchy feely for his liking. He could see Ange was watching it all, but he wasn’t sure if she was amused or angry, a bit of both, he thought. After the first course, Ange asked for the bathroom and gave him a look that he knew was a request to remove the plug and he nodded his assent, desire re-entering his loins as he thought of the bedroom earlier.