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  Knowing she had no choice, and on another loud sob, she answered, "Yes, Sir," and seconds later she shrieked as he did just that, then pulled it out again and reseated it, twisting it back and forth within its snug home. "There, there," he said in false sympathy, patting his hand over where the tip of the plug was nestled between her cheeks and giving her a slight swat.

  Then he bent over and rescued a long, sturdy ruler like paddle from the trunk and began to apply firm, hard swats that had Raina shrieking with each abominable contact, not missing a beat as he spoke to Daniel like they were having tea at Buckingham Palace. "She needs to be disciplined frequently, any time, believe me, and yes, she gets attended to regularly, sometimes for punishment purposes and sometimes just because I want to."

  Raina couldn't see it, but Daniel nodded quietly, not taking his eyes off of the tableau before him. He knew he was witnessing something very private and very rare - especially considering the two that were involved - and he didn't want to do anything to jeopardize his situation, and his hopes of perhaps witnessing more in the future.

  Chapter Seven

  But what he was seeing now was going to hold him for quite some time. He knew of Raina as a very successful businesswoman, but had never met her until that night when he'd been asked to come and assess the possibilities of applying some sort of permanent mark of ownership to her body at her owner's request.

  As he watched and drank in all that was going on in the dining room, he marveled at the intricacies of their relationship, and how well Raina, who was reported to be a tiger in the boardroom, managed to submit to him. He'd watched her throughout dinner, seeing how readily she smiled, and how happy she appeared to be, and although he'd been in and out of the fringes of the BDSM scene simply because of the nature of his retirement hobby, he couldn't imagine how she managed to sublimate herself so completely to him as to accept the beatings and the intimate invasions she was apparently regularly subjected to, and now was being forced to do so in front of a virtual stranger.

  But he did have to admit that it was definitely making it hard for him to sit comfortably in sympathy for the rapidly deteriorating condition of her bottom, as well as in consideration of the strength of his zipper.

  Daniel had had to consider the invitation carefully when it had been issued. It was unusual enough to be invited to visit any couple during their honeymoon, but to have it extended by Mark Spencer was just that much more of a fluke that Daniel simply couldn't pass up, despite the fact that making women cry wasn't his thing.

  He had to adjust himself in order to get more comfortable, and was also having to rethink his stance on discipline, considering the fact that he hadn't been this hard in years and it was all from being a passive observer of this completely perverted relationship.

  "You should come here, Daniel, and get a better view." He was applying carefully calculated strokes across the fleshiest parts of her bottom that were already a fiery red, then working his way down the backs of her thighs, which she was obviously trying to avoid but flat out couldn't. She was trussed up quite expertly, and he was going to make sure that she felt each and every swat he decided to give her. Once he'd gone all the way down her legs, he started back up again, covering very recently scorched areas again, almost immediately.

  Although he debated about it morally, Daniel found himself rising to tuck himself into a darker, but closer corner, leaning against the wall with his cigar still in his hand so that they had something else to do besides what he wanted, which was to jack himself off. He was appalled at the thought, and some of that puritanical outrage deflated his erection, but it returned full blown when he watched his friend squat down in front of his new wife and ram a very large dildo up inside her with absolutely no preparation.

  Raina screamed, but then she'd been screaming for a while. Daniel was close enough, and she was spread obscenely enough, that he could see how she was stretched, and how absolutely callously her husband hooked the dildo into that harness contraption so that she couldn't rid herself of it, and he broke out into a sweat.

  And it wasn't nearly at an end.

  The next implement that was used on Raina was a thin, baton like rod that was no more than a foot long, but that apparently delivered an ungoldly sting. Daniel could hear it whistle through the air with each descent, as well as her whimpers and moans in reaction.

  "Say something to Raina, Daniel, so she knows how close you are, and how much you're seeing."

  Daniel shoved one hand in his pocket and cleared his throat. "You poor sweetie."

  He got a considering look from his host, who continued to beat his wife. "She doesn't need your sympathy, Daniel. She needs firmness, she needs strictness, and she needs to feel that I care about her enough to look after her. That's what I give her with this. I give her what she needs. Sometimes I give her more than what she needs."

  Their eyes met again, and Daniel gave him a distinctly doubtful look.

  "You don't believe me?" He stopped creating angry red lines across his wife's bottom long enough to say, "Raina, tell Daniel what you need."

  It took her a minute or so to collect herself enough to speak, and when she did her voice was weak and hoarse. "I need to be punished."

  Daniel couldn't contain his snort. "Hardly a valid statement when given under such duress."

  Her reprieve was over even before Daniel responded; he'd already gone back to creating intricate patterns of sting and ache all over her backside. "Well, she lives under duress - voluntarily. She's mine to do with as I please, by her own word and deed, and she'll never not have this in her life."

  He switched implements almost seamlessly, dropping the baton and taking up an unforgiving paddle that appeared to be made of some sort of plastic material. Daniel could hear the difference in the density and size of the chosen instrument whenever it connected with her poor flesh, splatting loudly against it and nearly lifting her up with every God awful stroke.

  At last he seemed to be done. "Come over here, Daniel."

  Slowly, he complied.

  Their eyes met again as they stood in front of her ravaged behind. "Check her. See for yourself whether or not she enjoys this."

  The older man knew that Raina hadn't been touched intimately since that huge dildo was pushed up into her, and he had to admit to a considerable amount of curiosity about it. So he took the offer, easily reaching down to unhook the dildo from the harness and remove it. It was glistening with something, and he knew it hadn't been lubed up like the plug that was mere inches away from his head. As gently as he could, he pressed his fingers up inside her, only to have them literally drenched with her juices.

  He handed the dildo to his friend and moved back to his spot quietly, still not convinced, but then, that wasn't necessary anyway. He knew he'd have to mull over his part in this scene later, much later, after he'd been able to come to his own guiltily pleasurable explosion.

  For Raina, though, it wasn't over. Her merciless husband jammed the dildo back up inside her and continued to paddle her for several long, agonizing minutes that nearly had Daniel wanting to catch his arm as he swung it back each time to lay a full on blow to her helpless buttocks.

  Finally, he stopped, going around to the front of the table and mopping her face in a strangely tender manner, then coming back to remove the dildo, at least, and free her legs from the bar that held them apart. Since her hands were together as they reached for the far end of the table, all he had to do from that point was flip her over and reposition that pillow beneath her hips.

  He had to cringe, though, when he thought of that poor girl having to lie on that swollen red bottom.

  "Daniel, would you get another pillow and put it under her head?"

  The request startled him, somehow, but he located and found another pillow on the couch and brought it to his friend. "Under her head, man. And why don't you stay there. I'm about to turn the tables, and Raina knows that if she doesn't come on my command that I'll flip her over and give her double
what she just got. Right, Raina?"

  The poor woman was still trying to deal with what he'd already delivered to her, but she answered as promptly as she could. "Yes, Sir."

  Daniel knew he should give her her dignity and go back to the shadows, but he wasn't a strong enough man to do so. He stood where he was as if rooted there, and he was. He was completely involved in what he was seeing, despite the fact that he didn't necessarily want to be.

  He watched as his friend again arranged this woman - this powerful, intelligent, accomplished woman - like a doll, forcing her legs well back and looping strips of what looked like fur behind her knees, then tying them back so that her knees were almost at her shoulder level, which of course left her lower parts completely wrenched open and apart.

  Daniel had to wonder what that felt like to her, especially when that big plug was still anchored deep within her.

  "There."

  Her owner donned rubber gloves expertly, then lubed his left hand up and, after showing him - and Raina by default - the way he formed his fingers into a cone, he inserted his hand into his bound wife as far as it could go, until she began to try to avoid the invasion, and then a little further.

  "I can't quite fist her yet, but we're working on it. Raina likes to be stretched in both places when she comes, don't you, Raina."

  Not crying any more, but wearing a permanent, blotchy blush, she gave her pat answer.

  "No. Repeat what I said, Raina. Turn your head and meet his eyes when you tell Daniel what you like."

  Biting her lip, she did as she was told. Daniel could no more look away from her than he could from the entire scene. "I like to be stretched in both places when I come, Sir."

  "What places? Tell him specifically." The warning in his voice was more than enough for her.

  "I - I like to be stretched in my bottom and my pussy when I come, Sir."

  "Good girl. Raina also has another hard and fast rule about her pleasure. Tell Daniel what it is."

  Raina swallowed, and answered, still looking Daniel in the eye, " I am never to come without my Master's permission."

  "Damn straight. Sometimes I give her a terrible case of blue balls, don't I?" He smiled wryly, "or whatever the female equivalent is. Sometimes I tease and play with her and don't allow her to release all of that pent up frustration at all."

  "How long?" Daniel couldn't help but ask.

  As he fucked his wife almost absently with his left hand, his friend answered, "The longest was five days, I believe. But I can't tell you definitively until I can get to my records."

  Now that sounded like the man he knew, who was almost Nazi-ish in his pursuit of perfect record keeping.

  The fingers of his right hand were then dipped into a pot of something that looked slick and transparent, then lay directly atop Raina's pubic area. She was at least as loud in pleasure as she was in pain, and it was then that he realized that, throughout the entire time that he had been watching this very intimate exchange between the two of them, Raina had never once - except when commanded to do so - said a word, even in protest. Screams, cries, sobs, yes, but not one word. Not a "no", not a "please" not anything.

  She'd apparently been well trained.

  "Daniel, I'm probably going to let Raina come now, if she continues to be good like she has been. Why don't you reach out and grab her titties. And don't be gentle with her. Pinch those nipples hard and pull them good. That'll get her there faster, and that's what's best for her."

  When her Master, her husband, said that, it was the first time Daniel saw any inclination whatsoever that Raina might protest what was being done to her, and even then, it wasn't truly a rebellion, it was merely a long, anguished groan - worse than anything he'd heard while she was being disciplined - and a jerking of her upper body, just once, as if he'd already reached out to capture and torture those generous globes.

  He hated to admit it to himself, but his hands literally itched to do it, and finally he gave in. He wasn't strong enough to resist his baser urges. He reached over the edge of the table and almost touched her, while her non-verbal protests grew louder and more desperate.

  "Do it. It's what she needs - to be submissive to me. Do her the favor of forcing her to bend to my will."

  God help him, he did. And those breast were wonderful and soft and firm at the same time as he let his fingers dig into her flesh before seeking and finding those rigid He could see out of the corner of his eye how, despite her protests, now that it was happening, now that she was being touched and fucked and frigged when she had no choice and no hope of escape, it somehow relaxed her.

  "Come, Raina," his friend ordered, as if he was calling a German Shepherd to his side.

  Daniel could see how hard she was being fucked by that massive hand of his, could feel how nearly every powerful plunge nearly lifted her off the table. He was surprised how dispassionate his friend seemed, how he was really only touching her in the two most essential places, and was carefully holding himself away from her, so that those were their only points of contact. An instant later, as he brutally pinched and pulled her nipples she screamed her pleasure into his ear.

  He nearly let go, but the other man's harsh, "Keep it up," kept him in place. By his count, she cascaded through at least three more orgasms, and maybe a fourth, before her husband disengaged from her, slipped off his gloves and immediately came up to her head to release her.

  Daniel found himself feeling foolish with his hands still on her, so he retreated to the living room as the woman he had personally molested was taken away.

  When his host reappeared, it was with a somewhat tight smile on his face, but then that was to be expected. It was a tight situation. Neither man had experienced any sort of relief, and there were two huge tents being pitched in that lovely big living room. "She'll sleep now," he said somewhat awkwardly.

  Daniel extended his hand. "As always, it was an honor."

  "Thank you for coming, old friend. We'll have you over to the house for dinner."

  As much as he wanted to, Daniel couldn't keep himself from asking, "Dinner and something like I just witnessed?"

  Apparently he couldn't quite hide his eagerness, because he was very heartily laughed at. "You old pervert. I thought you didn't get into this kind of stuff? Yes, more of the same, if that's what you want."

  They shook hands again, and Daniel went to pilot his private chopper to a reasonably nearby tourist destination and his own room, and his own blessed relief.

  The master of the household he'd just left, however, puttered a bit around the place, cleaning things up and rolling the trunk of treasures back to the end of their bed. It was still earlyish in their honeymoon, and there was still a lot more to come.

  He checked his email - thanks to the satellite hookup he'd had installed - then made his way to their bedroom, where he spent the next few hours drifting into sleep. He'd not had his own pleasure, but she'd been so exhausted and so tried by what he'd required from her that he couldn't quite bring himself to make her accommodate him that way, too, so he waited until just before dawn. The sun was just beginning to peek over the horizon and spill yellowness through their wide open sliders when he turned to her.

  She was just beginning to stir when he rolled onto her and slipped his arms beneath her knees, tucking them over his shoulders. Even when they made love, he preferred that she be as helpless as possible, that she be as vulnerable as he could make her without ropes and chains. He sank his throbbing, aching self into her deep, in one sure stroke that drove her into the mattress, as a hand reached down to cup the bottom he'd so thoroughly roasted the evening before.

  Raina loved being awakened this way, with him inside her, especially when neither of them had to get up and go to work. She put her arms up, her hands by her head, the way he liked her to, willingly surrendering herself to him, offering her body up to him for his pleasure, silently signaling her willingness to accept whatever he decided to do to her.

  The sight of her like that too
k him over the edge right there. He never got over the contrast within her, that he knew Daniel had just experienced the smallest taste of last night. That this incredible woman would simply place herself so trustingly into his hands, into his care, when she knew that a significant part of that care involved imparting tremendous amount of pain for her, and also required that she do just what she was doing right now - complete and utter surrender to him, his will, his decisions for her, giving him total control of every aspect of her.

  His scream of ecstasy was at least as loud as hers had been last night. In completely controlling her, he lost complete control of himself. He pumped himself into her violently, giving no quarter, not holding back in the least as his powerful body completely overwhelmed her more petite one in an orgy of raw, naked lust.

  When they finally came back from their honeymoon, they could not have been more rested or happier. They had spent all that time together and were extremely compatible, much, apparently, to the press and the public's surprise. Happy couples were boring copy, so the press coverage of their marriage and honeymoon died down quickly, and they were both very thankful of that.