P03E14

But that was the exact moment where I grabbed my hour of glory. I just said: “Howard, stop.”

Howard’s arm stopped mid-air, and he took a stunned look at me: “Stop? Why? “

“Well, isn’t all this about creating an experience of splendor and surprise for her? Where are those when you tie her down for a whipping for the 10th time? “

“A whipping is a standard tool in the arsenal of a husband. It is commonly used in enforcing discipline on the wives. I don’t think you can actually have enough of them. “

“Of course, I get that… But sometimes, a punishment must deviate from the standards, don’t you think? “

“Indeed it does. Do you have something specific in mind? “

“Well, she deserved a punishment for overstepping control of her orgasm. She simply got too horny. When you whip her now, I suspect you will play her pussy afterwards, and she will be hornified like crazy again. Now what kind of punishment is that, making her horny as a punishment for the crime of being horny? “

“That is an interesting thought… Go on. “

“Rather, her punishment should be complete dehornification. That won’t really work in this house, so you send her to a cheap motel room and tell her to stay in it for a few days, not seeing anyone, and without masturbating. “

He rubbed his chin and said: “Yes, I see what you mean. Something like three days, I’d say. She could wear a Chastity belt to make sure she complies. “

Marcy’s body was shaking all over now, unsure whether her caning was about to start, and not completely lucid enough to comprehend my plan, but it sounded bad. Sent away? Dehornified? She had become addicted to her lust, and no matter how hard it was to endure it, the thought of being depraved of it, even if it was only for a few days, was like a vision of terror to her.

“Please! Don’t do that to me!,“ she yelled out, “just cane me, cane me please! “

Of course, that plea made her lose the fight against a true sadist like Howard. He put the cane to the side, untied her, and helped her up, saying: “Actually, I like my nephew’s idea a lot. It shows creativity and understanding. Go get your belt. And bring vanilla clothing. “

She pouted, then hushed away anyway, eyes on the floor.

Eric asked: “But how about yourself? I don’t think you guys will abstain for three days, will you? “

Howard made a wide gesture to Heather, and said: “Well, Jason will be busy with Heather anyway, and I don’t think Dave minds when his cock is replaced by mine for a guest appearance or two. Of course, we cannot really play with her because she needs to remain fucked, but I can live with that for a few days. “

Fucking Heather had become an almost casual act by now, sure my cock was still pounding her, but my focus was completely on the events around Marcy. She had actually said it! She preferred a caning to an expulsion. Wouldn’t any sane person pick a few days of boredom to avoid the horrible ordeal of the cane, the harshest tool in the arsenal of a husband? Yet here she was, begging for it!

A sane person… So did it mean she was insane? Was she beyond the realm of human behavior, had she become a ghoul? I pondered the thought. Yes, she had degraded her mind to serve the cardinal lust of her body. But what was actually wrong with that? She was still a normal person, you could actually talk to her and make jokes with her. She seemed happy and relaxed. If this was indeed her choice about the way to live her life, who could tell her that she shouldn’t?

Marcy returned, a pile of clothes in her hands, and the chastity belt on top of it. It was made of shiny bending metal with a leather lining. When Howard pulled it upward between her legs, and strapped, belted, and padlocked the leather straps along her hips, it fitted her like a glove, carefully covering and securing the entire range of her clit, labia, slit, and asshole.The belt locked tightly at the edges, where the leather lining tightly sealed off any possible intrusion underneath, but it was curved and stood away in the center, as to avoid any contact of the metal with the tender regions underneath. Without any physical contact, her loins were completely devoid of any stimulation.

“What about her toilet needs? ,“ I asked.

He smiled when he replied, as he was buckling her up: “The pee will just seep through. She just needs to be cleaned once a day, we will visit her for that. That’s also when she can shit. And when she cannot hold it that long, well…” he looked at Marcy, “she will just dirty herself, right? “

Marcy replied: “Yes, Sir, but I can usually keep my shittings to once a day. “

“Good. You will have cable TV, but without the adult channel, and you can order anything from room service that you want. But that’s it. “

Maintaining variety in my fucking rhythm had become habitual, I kept changing my speed, angle, and depth as an organic wave of pounding Heather’s pussy. I was entirely confident in it, being seriously horny, but without any desire to shoot. Her periodic “Thank you” ‘s came closer together now; her orgasm cycle had turned to less than 10 minutes.

Marcy got dressed. I was actually surprised at the decency of her outfit. Even though she wasn’t allowed panties or bra, her skirt was across the knee, her shoes had a mere two inches of heel, and the T-shirt was only medium tight in a polite dark blue.

While she was dressing, I said: “Actually, I have another suggestion, uncle. Don’t give her cable TV. Instead give her a notepad and a pen. Let her redeem, let her write an essay. Let her explore within herself the reasons for her deficiency. Let her reflect on her inability to resist these illegal orgasms, and let her write her reflections down, for us to review them. It could help us to find the source of them, and help her to learn how to avoid them. “

Marsha blushed, looked down to the floor, and was very pretty.

Howard said: “An excellent suggestion! So it shall be. We shall use this punishment as an education for her. We must cultivate the feeling of shame for those illegal orgasms, the horrible idea of her unsuitability to submission, the feeling of failure to comply to the demands imposed on her. Making her reflect on this failure will be hard for her, and sharing it with us even more! “

Marcy looked uncomfortable: “But… What do I write? “

“Write up the contents of your head,“ I said, “take your reader along into your feelings when you have failed your husband, and took your climax before he allowed you to. “

She bowed her head in acknowledgment. She looked very fragile.

“In fact, I think it should be Dave, who takes her there,“ I said. “It might add a little flavor when the man she fears most confines her there, don’t you think? “

Howard replied: “You are learning fast, my dear nephew! Yes, I think that would work great. Dave, would you be so kind? “

“Of course! Would you mind if I took a blowjob from her in the car? “

“Sure, but be sure not to give her pussy any attention, right? “

Dave pointed at the chastity belt and said: “ How could I?,“ and he shrugged in feigned helplessness.

Marcy bode her head without a comment, that the horror in her eyes was palpable. She didn’t trust Dave for a fraction of an inch, and she was well aware that all of us knew that, yet it was exactly this man who was picked to take her into her banishment.

“Well, I leave you to it, then… “, Dave said, pointing casually at Heather. She had continued rocking to and fro under a low pitch rhythm of my thrusting while we had dealt with Marsha.

Dave left, leading Marsha with him on a leash.