Punishable Offenses

by Lizbeth Dusseau

  She briefly grimaced, “Yes, sure,” trying hard not to blush as she accepted the drink. She hadn’t tasted vodka since she gave up her Wednesday afternoon masturbations, and she didn’t particularly like the memories it now brought to mind.

  The party moved along awkwardly from there. She took some comfort in knowing that Robbie didn’t detect her uneasiness. If he noticed that she was a bit off, he certainly wouldn’t associate it with Daniel Prothero.

  After the guests had left, she took Robbie to the bedroom and put him to bed for the night. At one o’clock, he was exhausted.

  “You should have shooed them out earlier,” she scolded.

  “No. You’re wrong there. I miss my friends. I miss the fun, Madeleine.”

  “I know you do. But you can’t afford to tire yourself either.”

  “It’s just a night.”

  She kissed him on the cheek and said, “I’m going to read a bit.”

  “But you’re exhausted too, Maddy.”

  “I am, but I’ll just toss and turn if I don’t have some time to collect my thoughts.”

  She slipped out and went to the upstairs morning room, which was as comfortable late at night as it was in the early hours of the day.

  It wasn’t Madeleine’s mind that needed to settle as much as the ragged edge of her sexual desire. Thoughts of Daniel Prothero produced such a turgid sexual energy stirring in her body that she needed to masturbate or she would have been awake all night. She wondered if Daniel was in bed now with the blonde, although the thought of her only seemed to make matters worse.

  She finished fast, quickly zeroing in on the man and all the sexual thoughts of him she’d tried to remove from her psyche. Like some scene from a steamy romance novel, she imagined him gathering her up in his arms and taking her to bed where his overpowering presence would send her into orgasmic convulsions.

  She felt much better once she finished, and was by then so tired that she moved back to the bedroom and slipped in beside her sleeping husband.

  ***

  The following Wednesday, Madeleine planned to break off the arrangement with Daniel. No use kidding herself. The truth for her had always been just a step in front of her. But now, she seemed to have caught up with the cold hard facts of a desire she was doggedly trying to shun. Perhaps it was a blessing that he brought the blonde to the party. If not, Madeleine’s raging desires might have suddenly pounced on her without warning. The possibilities for that nightmare were too terrifying to imagine, considering that he was such a close friend to the McKellars.

  But even though she’d carefully rehearsed her parting speech, once she arrived at Daniel’s apartment, her means of making a clean exit from the punishment pact suddenly vanished when she found herself at a loss for words.

  For his part, Daniel seemed no different than he was on any other recent occasion, and he was ready to get on with the ritual chastisement.

  “I want you against the wall today,” he said, just after she walked through the door.

  She was instantly taken aback by this new command, and for several moments she stood before him flustered and unsure what to do. Finally, she blurted out, “I had no idea you were dating someone.”

  He’d been reading something on his desk while he waited for her to obey his order. He finally looked up and stared at his nervous submissive.

  “Oh? Why should that surprise you?” he asked.

  “I don’t know. It just seems strange.”

  “Like anything about our last couple months isn’t strange? Or like, I’m spanking you Wednesday afternoons, so that means I wouldn’t have a girlfriend strange?”

  Now she was speechless, but she’d already said enough. Daniel had plenty of ammunition to proceed.

  “Madeleine, I have no intention of being celibate. Just because you want platonic sessions of hard punishment doesn’t mean that those sessions and a jack-off once every other day works for me. I like women in bed, flesh against flesh, my cock in their sweet-tasting love hole. I like banging around in bed on Sunday mornings until noon, then picking up in the afternoon after a leisurely brunch. I’d like fucking every night if I had the opportunity—well, maybe not that much; I’m not sure I could abide a female around me so many hours. But I sure as hell don’t plan to suspend my sex life because I’ve taken on your desperate cause.” As he spoke he moved her way with his ruthless eyes drilling right through her.

  “Woah.” She backed up, not having a clue what to say. She might have expected the wry retorts, but never did she expect this kind of passion about the subject of women. “I-I’m sorry I even mentioned it.”

  “Good. Then let’s get on with why you’re here.”

  “Well, that’s what I need to talk about,” she jumped in. “I-I really think these sessions have to stop. Sometimes I don’t know why I thought anything as ridiculous as this would work for me. Being with you—the spankings, only make things worse. I thought for a while that wasn’t true, but I’ve really been kidding myself. Saturday just proved that.”

  “What? Because I show up at Robbie’s with a woman? Did I somehow burst your bubble? Some romantic notion suddenly squashed?”

  “No, that’s not it at all. There is something about the punishment that is very fundamental to me. I’ve said that before. But it’s more than that…” She could hardly think straight. Her mind felt as if it had suddenly landed in a maze and there was no way out. Nothing made sense. And needing very much to extricate herself from Daniel’s looming presence, she moved to the windows and looked out—dramatic effect, she supposed. She was actually fishing around for something sensible to say that would end the affair civilly.

  Unfortunately, the unflinchingly Daniel strolled her way, and just as he was so good at doing, he gave her little room to maneuver. She felt his unyielding body behind her, his dagger like eyes leveled at her back, and the compelling force of his demanding personality made every nerve in her body quiver with life.

  “Why don’t you admit that you want the sexual affair, Madeleine?” he said directly.

  Her body reacted instantly to the verboten thought, and she almost climaxed from the instantaneous burst of pleasure. She wanted to turn around and face him but she was too afraid, afraid of how she would respond.

  “Why be so hard on yourself?” he went on “Your choices are limited. You can have an affair with me or someone else, or you can live without sex. Of course, I suppose, you could discuss this with your husband, see if there is some way you can fulfill your need with him.”

  She whipped around. “No,” she shook her head in frustration. “We sort of tried that and he couldn’t…I mean we weren’t trying to fuck, that would be impossible now, but what the psychiatrists tell you about pleasure and self-pleasure and mutual pleasuring…Robbie just can’t seem to bear his inadequacy. He practically screamed at me to leave him alone when I suggested he talk it over with his therapist. Now he seems settled and happy, and I have to adapt to that.”

  “Then adapt,” he said flatly.

  So easy for him to say, she thought.

  “Maybe he’s tacitly telling you to address your sexual needs on your own.”

  Many times she’d shaken off thoughts about Robbie’s insistence that she take her Wednesdays off. And now she did again. Was it tacit permission? Did she have a right to assume that much?

  “Have the affair you want,” Daniel went on, “otherwise you’ll waste away and become old and bitter. I’d hate to see that.”

  “You care that much?”

  “Of course I care.” He actually sounded offended that she would question him. “I wouldn’t be receiving you in my apartment on Wednesday afternoons if I didn’t care. You don’t have to make me your lover, although that wouldn’t be a bad idea. A challenging one for you, yes,” his eyes glimmered with lust. “The good and the bad thing about me is that I know you and all your perverted kinks. You wouldn’t get away with lying about your desires, on the other hand, you wouldn’t find yourself in the a
wkward position of telling a lover the nasty truth.”

  As she listened to his speech, her want for him only magnified. She’d desired him since they first met, but for the first time, he’d actually talked about it directly, mincing no words as he made it clear what he could give her.

  “It’s a sexual affair, Maddy. It doesn’t mean that you don’t love Robbie. It doesn’t mean that I don’t love him, too. Do you suppose that Robbie might have wanted you to find someone to screw? You think he doesn’t know enough about you to accept that his life has not provided you with an ideal one?”

  “I’ve thought that a hundred times.”

  “And what…?”

  “Discarded the idea. I just start feeling guilty. And what about you? How do you justify screwing a good friend’s wife? How does that work for you?”

  He shrugged. “Madeleine, there aren’t any hard and fast rules in life. No black and white. Morality is situational. Anyone who tells you otherwise is naive. You do what you need to do to keep sane. For you it means doing what you need to do to keep intact this class act you’ve been putting on for your invalid husband. He rushed you into a marriage you didn’t want, then comes back wounded beyond repair. You stick by him like the dutiful wife, pouring your love onto him, and that love is real. Anyone can see that. But isn’t that enough? Don’t you need something for yourself? Getting punished by me weekly isn’t it. We’ve just been dancing around that fact. Chemistry like ours may not be love—or it might be—but it doesn’t come around often. Why be ashamed of it?

  “As for me, I’ve lived on the fringes all my life, I’ve suffered through two broken marriages, ugly bar fights and shit you don’t even want to know about…I can’t worry about being ashamed of this. I have no intention of hurting anyone, especially Robbie McKellar, considering how his life has played out. But you make yourself a martyr if you shun what’s right for you. You may not agree with me, you may think I have sleazy morals, and you certainly won’t be the first who does. But you asked how this works for me, that’s how.”

  Her heart was racing so fast that she could barely breathe. “Dear God, I can’t believe I’m telling you this—you have no idea how much I’ve desired you. How many nights I’ve laid awake in bed and worked this around in my mind trying to make it right.” Just confessing this much, she could feel herself calm, surprising considering what more she intended to say. “This isn’t ever going to feel perfect, is it?”

  “I don’t think so.”

  “But—maybe that’s okay?” she looked at him hopefully. “I can’t go on the way we have been…I want to take the restraints off, Daniel. You can have me. There’s nothing I want more than that. I need the punishment and I need the sex, I need it all. I don’t think I could bear to live my life without that.”

  If she thought she would see a clear response to the announcement written in the lines of his face, then she would be disappointed to find him respond to her difficult confession with little emotion.

  “Well,” he offered just half a smile, “that’s a relief. I was beginning to think that you’d never come to that conclusion.”

  “You expected I would?”

  “Of course. Like I maintain, morality is situational. Your situation got bad enough, you finally broke.”

  She could almost laugh now that the tension in the room had broken. “Oh, you are so cavalier!”

  “Part of my charm, darling. Part of my charm. Now, how about you park your pretty little body over the back of that chair? You have no idea how much your putting me through this effort has worked up my need to punish your ass.”

  Punishment would no longer be conducted in a vacuum of emotion. From the very first slap of his hand on her bare behind, she felt his energy pouring over her with the same fervor that assaulted her in the gazebo and on the yacht. Soon, her ass was blistering hot from a spanking more fierce than she’d ever had to endure. She could barely contain her need to scream, and her body kicked up a storm, jerking back and forth against the cushioned top of the easy chair. When he stopped, he punished her aching rear with a caress that was nearly as violent as the spanking itself. He squeezed her ass cheeks so hard, she thought he’d tear her flesh away. Then he spanked her intermittently, going back and forth from the rough massage to the vicious slaps, until he dropped his hand between her legs and began to toy with her sex. Only twice before had she felt this kind of male bravado focused so intently on her. Even in Robbie’s most ruthless moments, he was never quite like this—he could never be. Daniel Prothero was made of a different substance, a very different man. More elemental. More animal. To accept his domination of her would be the most frightening thing she’d ever done, but fear would not stop her this time. On those two previous occasions, she fought back his assaults before she gave in, but she wouldn’t fight now. She’d already taken that flying reckless leap to see her desperate desires fulfilled, and not just this once but again and again, every Wednesday afternoon until forever…

  …she would belong to Daniel Prothero.

  His invading fingers worked her to a powerful climax, then another and another until she feared that she couldn’t stop. When he finally backed off it was so he could drop his pants and plunge his erection into her spasming pussy. She felt him there and erupted into another brilliant climax.

  “Oh, God, yes, don’t stop!” Her voice was unrestrained, joining the dark sound of Daniel’s passionate groaning, and the noise of their thighs slapping together. Their union was as powerful as it was a perilous road for them to travel, but there would be no denying or evading or refusing to accept the cold hard facts of their need for each other. There would be no turning back.

  What seemed to bless her more in that hour than knowing her own kinky lust would be fulfilled was realizing how much he seemed to need her, too. She didn’t entirely understand why but the feeling was so obvious to her that she felt an elated high having that truth come clear.

  Once the first shocking fuck was over, he ushered her into the bedroom, where they made love on his big four-poster bed. His hands combed her body while his lips moved aggressively over her flesh. She was surprised to find his cock was ready for another go round not more than fifteen minutes after his first ejaculation. The hardness of his organ pulsing against her thigh sent another of many shock waves through her aching body. A year’s worth of pent-up desire seemed to pour forth from her in those amazing minutes, but when he reached around with his fingers probing her anal crack and pressed a finger against her anus, she recoiled, just as she’d always done.

  “Daniel, please, no. I’d rather not.” She tried to scoot away.

  “What? You think you’re going to stop me?” he laughed as he pulled her back. “Or are you forgetting that first lewd and very anal scene on my living room couch? If you think you can have an affair with me and declare one of your orifices off limits, then you have a lot to learn about who I am. I’m not going to accept some made-up angst over something as simple as anal sex. Maybe your other lovers let you go down that road, but I won’t. I’m still in charge of what happens between us, it’s my call to make. You’ll learn to suffer through it or grow to love it. The result is up to you.”

  “But…”

  He slapped her ass hard. “No buts. With all this angst over a very simple sex act, we might as well get the dirty deed handled right now. I’ll prove to you just how pleasurable it can be.” He was already working her anus with his fingers, being insistent but not unkind. Surprisingly it didn’t hurt as much as she feared. But when he rolled away and reached inside his bedside table for a tube of lubricant, she could feel her old fears rising up again.

  When he turned back, he had the same amused expression on his face that he had earlier, as if introducing her to the joy and depravity of anal sex was the most delightful thing he could think of. That kind of mood in him was hard to take, though it was incredibly appealing. He’d rebuff any objections. But wasn’t that the point? No longer having to make these difficult decisions might
save her a lot of grief. She wanted to submit. She especially wanted to submit to Daniel Prothero, and since he expected nothing else from her, then she would submit. To think about what might have happened if seven years before she’d known herself better; if she’d understood her desires then—but that was a useless waste of time. Though the thoughts would repeatedly cross her mind over the next few months, she would brush them aside as quickly and try to take a page from her lover’s book of no regrets. She’d do the same thing with feelings of guilt over her infidelity. Since she would never be able to root out the ugly aspects of her adulterous behavior, she might as well not dwell on the unpleasant truth of it.

  Daniel turned her over to her stomach and made his intentions very deliberate. With his fingers lubed and her anal opening well-greased, he began to work his way into the tight space.

  To her cry of “Ouch! That hurts,” he slapped her ass.

  “Not if you relax,” he chided. If anything he moved in more forcefully.

  “You’re not being very kind,” she snapped petulantly.

  “I’m being wonderful to you, Maddy. You’re choosing to resist.”

  “It’s not a choice!”

  That earned her another crack on her sore behind.

  “It’s a matter of what’s in your mind, and right now you’re being a defiant little brat. You already know how I treat that behavior.”

  “No! Please. I can’t take another spanking.”

  “You could if that’s what I decide to do; in fact, you’d love it.”

  She wasn’t used to this. He would simply not let up or be nice or in any way acknowledge that her protests had any value. Though the thought of that firm and steady resolve still thrilled her, she was beginning to understand what it really meant. This was submission, the realization of her long held dreams, the fulfillment of fantasies she thought were out of reach. While the sane side of herself tugged on her like a nagging child, rising up from the midst of her internal objections was a slut who loved every minute of Daniel’s defilement of her.