She's caught!

There was nothing Janie could do. She was caught, red-handed. The book lay open in front of her, as Joe had rounded the corner. Janie didn't have to say anything, her crimson face spoke volumes, as the embarrassing heat rose from her neck, and colored her face. Joe looked on silently, as Janie found it difficult to look into his eyes. Janie could also feel the heat between her legs. The whole idea, and the fact that she now knew a secret part of her friend's life, was erotically stimulating for Janie.

Joe's face beamed with confidence as he realized why Janie was so uncomfortable. He knew if he played his cards right, things could work out quite favorably for him. Joe also watched Andrea scurry hastily into the room, stopping dead in her tracks, as she spotted the open book, lying on the coffee table.

"Oh my god," Andrea yelped, covering her mouth. She knew she had been exposed.

Joe interrupted. He chose his words carefully, making sure he could test the waters with Janie, yet still be in control with Andrea. "Well! It seems Andrea has let our little proverbial cat out of the bag." A big smile slowly formed as he continued to speak. "Janie! I'm sorry that Andrea has put you into such an uncomfortable position. Trust me; she will be punished for that." He glared at his shaking wife, whose hands were still covering her mouth. "That's nine!" Joe continued consoling Janie. "Janie! The problem with relationships today, is that there is no clear definition of each partner's role in the relationship. We have found that despite all the progress women have earned in business and the working world, they still want and need to be dominated at home. Andrea, here, is my little personal ****. At times she may be a slut, a whore, a bitch, or maybe someday, a lady. It is my responsibility to train her, and see to her needs, so that she is best able and prepared to see to my needs." Joe reached across the table and pulled the book from Janie's view. He gently closed the book and placed it beneath the table. "Andrea should not have left this out, without my permission, and as such has earned herself, her tenth strike of the evening."

Andrea was visibly shaking now. She knew Joe would unleash upon her. She knew it would be painful. It was also extremely humiliating having her hidden life exposed. Who knew who else might know after tonight? Janie was most likely going to go home and call everyone she knew. Andrea realized that this classified as juicy gossip.

"Janie!" Joe gained everyone's attention again. "If you feel uncomfortable with any of this, you are free to leave at any time. However, as a guest in this house, I will never ask you to leave."

Neither Janie, nor Andrea was sure what Joe meant. Andrea stood by helplessly waiting for this ordeal to end. Janie nervously sipped from the full glass of sherry before her, hoping it would still her quivering hands. Even if she wanted to move, Janie didn't think she'd be able to; she was shaking so much.

"Andrea!" Joe barked, startling her. "Come here, in the middle of the room." Joe's voice was no longer soothing and calm. He now spoke with the same determination he had last night.