Claire dumped her coffee down the drain, went to her room and threw on a pair of jeans and a hoodie. She walked to the corner diner for breakfast. She was steaming. Oh yeah, she had needs, plenty of them and he’d given them to her, the bastard. If she could fuck him to death, she would.
Having him living in her apartment, seeing him every day, smelling his aftershave and knowing he could take that big, beautiful cock and make her forget her own name was driving her crazy. Her fingernails had been chewed to nubs, her shoulder was killing her and she thought she might be getting bursitis from handling that damn wand and now he was telling her he could hear her. Well if he wanted to eavesdrop he better prepare himself. He was in for a treat tonight and she hoped he got blisters on his hand from jacking off.
She met him coming out of the pharmacy. He had a big paper bag in his arms but he held the door for her and she sailed by with her nose in the air. Claire bought an expensive pair of noise canceling headphones and a sleep mask. Then she went home and crawled into bed for nap. It was going to be a long night.
***
Travis was feeling much the same. He’d had enough! More than enough! Some lucky fucker was running around New York in a sensual haze of delight and Travis was getting all his shit too because Claire was dishing out enough for three women. It was over. Sink or swim time.
At the pharmacy he explained to Jackson what he was looking for and the younger man smiled.
“Finally had enough of Claire’s shit?” he asked. “I don’t blame you. She’s such a good woman but man does she need something to straighten her out. Lately she’s even been short with Jeannie. I was wondering when you’d reach your boiling point.”
“I’m pretty much vaporized,” Travis said. “After tonight you may not see me for a while. I might be in jail, but it will be worth it to teach that woman a lesson she’ll never forget. She’s been trying to drive me away, convinced I’m only with her to fulfill a promise I made to my best friend, her husband,” Travis explained in disgust.
“Hell, no friendship is worth putting up with this. If I didn’t love her and know what she was capable of, I’d be long gone. By morning she’ll either be my fiancée or she’ll hate my guts for the rest of her life. Either way the torture will be over.”
Jackson had a few suggestions of his own and Travis stopped by the market on his way back to the apartment. When he got in his room, he looked over his purchases and figured he had a pretty good idea how to use them. Lying on his bed he took a nap. It was going to be a long night.
Jackson was giving him a hand by taking Jeannie out for dinner and dancing. They would be very late coming in and Carol was keeping Charlie overnight. If Claire wanted to make noise, and Travis intended for her to make a lot of it, she should feel free. There would be no one to hear.
***
She cooked. She hadn’t in a while and the Chicken Alfredo was delicious. Travis told her so and helped clean up. After dinner, Claire took a long hot bath and put on her cutest pair of baby doll pajamas. They were white with little red hearts and the bottoms were ruffled. If he wanted to spend his time being a voyeur, she might as well help him along. He appeared to ignore her as she walked through the living room several times bending over to get ice, picking up a piece of lint from the floor and being a general tease. Finally, around eight she yawned dramatically and stretched.
“I’m going to bed,” she sighed.
“Fine.”
Earlier in the day she’d put the vacuum cleaner in her room. It was all plugged in and ready to go. She lay back against her pillow and thumbed through a magazine until she heard him shut off the TV. A few minutes later, she heard the door to his room close. Game on. She gave him what she figured was enough time to shower and get in bed before she got started.
Claire turned on the vacuum, the TV and her radio loud enough to wake the dead. Smiling she put on her earphones and some soulful sexy tunes. They were amazing. Worth every penny as she could hear nothing but the music. She didn’t bother with the lights; the sleep mask would take care of that and she put it on. Yup, black as night. Lying back on her bed she slipped one hand under her nightie and began toying with her nipples. Soon she shoved her panties down in the front and searched around the bed with her hand until she located her wand. She was in no hurry and she certainly did nothing to stifle her moans as she teased herself.
***
Travis was out of the shower like a shot, wrapping a towel around his waist and hurrying to her room. It sounded like all hell was breaking loose in there. He opened the door without knocking and was astonished both by the amount of noise and the sight that met his eyes.
God she was something, and to think she’d gone to all this trouble to annoy him when it really wasn’t necessary. He was already well beyond his level of tolerance. He took a moment to assess the situation. Obviously she didn’t know he was here. He noted the high-end headphones and smiled. As long as she kept them on she wouldn’t know.
Walking across the thick carpet he shut of the TV. Nothing, no response at all. Next he turned off the radio, then the vacuum. Still nothing, she couldn’t hear a thing and she couldn’t see. That made everything so much more convenient for him.
He dropped his towel. He had nothing to be modest about and she certainly wasn’t, not the way she was slowly working herself to a climax with her fingers pulling her nipples and that wand teasing her clit.
Leaving the room, he went into the kitchen and took the meanest spatula from the rack and tucked it under his arm. From his room he retrieved his supplies. Thankfully he’d brought her toy box when he moved in and decided he might just need the handcuffs.
With his arms full, he returned to her room. Boy she was really dragging this one out. He knew the sounds of an approaching climax when she made them and this wasn’t it.
In her bathroom, he filled a large enema bag with hot water and the soap Jackson recommended. There were several nozzles and he settled on the biggest one based on her behavior. She never heard a thing. Poor little girl had no idea she was assisting in her own punishment with her naughty actions. Grabbing a towel, he returned to her room and hung the bag on a hook he’d placed in the wall over her bed while she’d been cooking dinner. Apparently she’d never noticed it.
He was tempted to let her go on, to watch her climax thinking she was alone and annoying him. Her moans and cries were especially loud tonight and he knew they were for his benefit. He supposed he could be magnanimous and let her come but he was a little too angry. In his opinion, the only orgasms she was entitled to from this point on would come from him or with his permission and she certainly didn’t have that now.
She had both hands near her pussy now, one holding her lips open and one moving the wand. Travis couldn’t think of a better opportunity to cuff her so he did, quickly and efficiently before she even knew what happened. Then he took the wand from her hand, shut it off and tossed it across the room as far as the cord would allow it to go.
“Playtime’s over, baby girl,” he said when she ripped off the headphones and mask. The quiet confused her, the light blinded her and she stared at him with shocked, squinty eyes.
“My, my you had quite a set up here. Imagine you going to all this trouble to get my attention when I’ve been ready to give it to you freely for months.”
“I did not,” she insisted. “This is my room and I’ll do what I want in here.”
“It was your room, now it’s ours and you’ll do what I tell you to do. Claire’s second reign of terror is over. There’s been a coup, baby mine. You’ve been overthrown.”
“Like hell!”
“Ah, why does this feel so much more normal?” he asked as he pushed her hands out of the way and yanked her panties down to her knees. “These are adorable, by the way.” He rolled her over and sat on the bed, pulling her legs and hips until she was over his lap. Her cuffed hands were over her head and in front of her and he trapped her kicking legs with one of his.
“Ye
s, this is more like it. I’ve missed having you in this positon and you’ve deserved it so, so many times, too many to count actually. I don’t think I’ve ever seen your bottom more pristine.”
“Travis, you stop this right now,” she shrieked.
“I couldn’t even if I wanted to, which I don’t. You need it so badly. It’s been almost painful to watch you, knowing I could help, knowing the pleasure that awaited us both if only I could get you to soften and listen to reason.
“You’re so very stubborn, baby, but I’m going to help you with that. From now on you’re going to be good and when I tell you something, you’d better listen. I hate repeating myself. Lucky for you I don’t hate repeating this,” he said slapping her ass firmly. “No, this I could do every day of my life, and you may need that for a while until you come back to yourself.”
“I am myself and I’m ordering you to let me go,” she yelled.
“No, you’re not, Claire. You’re not funny and loving anymore; you’re brittle, tied up in knots because you’ve needed what I can give you, but you won’t take from me. Why can’t you admit there are times you adore being my little girl? Times you crave discipline and guidance and even times you don’t want it, but know you need a good spanking to set your world right again. It’s nothing to be ashamed of.”
“I wasn’t ashamed until I found out it was all for George,” she shrieked at him over her shoulder.
“You can’t truly believe that,” Travis demanded harshly. “Did George ever once turn you over his knee?”
“No,” she sobbed in frustration. She was helpless and she knew it.
“Was it because you were such a perfect little wife?”
“No, I wasn’t perfect.”
“Did he ever scold you, stick your nose in a corner and tell you to behave?” he asked, slapping her again.
“No, never.”
“Did he love you?”
“Yes, yes he did,” she insisted, sniffling.
“I know he did, baby, but it wasn’t in George to take control. He loved you, Claire, he loved us both and he wouldn’t begrudge us our happiness. I’ll be damned if I let you do it!”
“But he asked you to marry me,” she wailed.
“He asked me if I wanted to,” Travis insisted. “I said no. Do you hear me, I said no. I didn’t want you then. You were too much trouble. I had no idea I could fix that, had no idea I’d even want to.”
“Then what changed?” she hissed. “Why do you want me now?”
“Ever since I gave into my instincts and finally spanked you, you’ve been different. I never imagined you would come into my arms with your tears wetting my shirt asking for forgiveness. I had no idea you would enjoy being babied.
“You were all sharp edges, Claire, mean-spirited and selfish. I didn’t know the soft, loving creature I fell in love with still existed under that stiff exterior. Now that I’ve found her again, I can’t let her go. Don’t you see? I love all of you and I can even tolerate the bitchy brat who wants her own way because I know how to deal with her. I know she’s acting out because she needs her daddy or her husband or just a good old-fashioned spanking. I am that man, Claire.”
“Why am I like this?” she asked, sobbing uncontrollably.
“Does it matter? You have a man who loves you like crazy and he’s just as needy as you. I need to dominate you, Claire. I need to spank you and cuddle you and baby you at times. Do we have to understand why we’re like we are or can we just accept that out of all the people in the world we’re a matched set?
“I also know you’re smart and capable. I don’t have to watch you every second, control your every move. You can take care of yourself, but you like me to do it for you sometimes. I love that, Claire. I love that you need me, that there are things I can do for you that no other man could. Isn’t that enough?”
“Travis,” she whispered.
“What?”
“Please kiss me,” she pleaded.
Travis turned her in his arms and held her close. His lips kissed her tears before taking her lips, softly at first then with ever growing passion. When she was sighing in his arms, he turned her back over his knees.
“What are you doing?” she gasped out.
“Well, we’re going to start with a good spanking to warm you up and then I’m going to turn your ass red with one of my remaining spatulas. After that, we’ll see.”
“But we made up,” she sputtered.
“And you’ve given me enough trouble over the last few months to last a lifetime. Surely you don’t think I’m going to pat you on the head and let you get away with it?” he asked hiding his smile.
“Well no, maybe you could punish me a little but not with that horrible thing.”
“Baby, you love almost everything I do to you. I have to keep something you’re afraid of. Otherwise you’ll walk all over me, so yes, you are getting the spatula.”
Claire sighed and looked up rolling her eyes. He knew the instant she spotted the bag hanging from the wall.
“What’s that?” she asked in a tiny voice as she pointed at it with her still handcuffed hands.
“That is something for especially naughty little girls and you know all about that, don’t you?” he asked as he began spanking her with firm swats that had her tightening her cheeks.
“I guess so,” she admitted tearfully. “Travis, I’m sorry I got so mad and didn’t let you explain, didn’t believe you loved me.”
“I’m glad to hear it,” he informed her, increasing his stinging swats.
“And I won’t ever doubt you again,” she hollered.
“Good.”
“But you’re still not going to stop are you?” she asked pitifully.
“Not a chance, baby mine. By the time we’re done here tonight there’s not going to be a doubt in your mind about either of those things. You’ll know one hundred percent your daddy loves you with all his heart and he’ll be able to give you everything you need.” Travis cupped her sore cheeks and tested the heat.
“That’s what I thought,” she sighed, grabbing the pillow when he reached for the spatula. She gave one last look at the enema bag and sighed, surrendering herself to her daddy’s discipline.
Claire woke up the next morning with Travis’s cock still firmly inside her. His hand cupped her breast and his pubic hair chaffed her sore bottom. God she loved this man. George, she thought, you son of a bitch. Thank you.
The End
Stevie MacFarlane
Hi, I'm Stevie MacFarlane. I live in a small rural community in Upstate NY, and I have been writing off and on for about twenty years in my spare time, although there wasn't much of that with a husband, five children and an assortment of supposedly domesticated pets.
Over the course of my life I have been a waitress, social worker, cook, sewing machine operator and a fine die cutter. I swear I had no idea what I was doing, but apparently the ability to take a wire finer than a strand of hair, sharpen it and feed it through a wire die, was enough for them to keep me on. I also worked for a very short time in a meat packing plant where I got to stand in front of a machine that spit boxes of frozen chicken at me, that was fun!
Then there was the plastic plant I enjoyed for a spell. The heat and smell were bad enough, but the excess hot plastic needed to be pulled off the parts and put into a grinder. I believe they called this byproduct 'spew' or some such thing. I was not quite fast enough to separate the parts and still get the excess into the shredder, (picture Lucy in the chocolate factory) so I just tossed it behind me until they came to break me for lunch. By that time, I had a mountain of twisted plastic taller than me! Needless to say, I just turned in my gear and went home.
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