Charlie reaches in his bag of toys

Letting go of her arm and dropping his hand from her face, Charlie reached towards the suitcase again and pulled out a couple of lengths of rope. He put the riding crop on the bed and slowly guided his wife between the two posts at the foot. Kneeling down, he took one of her trim ankles in his hand and began to tie it to the left leg of the bed.

Edith was breathing heavily, her body quivering as Charlie put the final touches on the knot keeping her leg in place. Moving over, he grabbed her second ankle and pulled her legs wide apart, pulling her pussy down towards the floor, right in front of his face. Bending forward, Charlie kissed her pubic mound through her thin shorts. Edith whimpered at the throbbing in her thighs as Charlie fastened her ankle to the second leg, tying her in place. The muscles in Edith’s legs were trembling as she stood in front of him, and Charlie stood up to look at her. Her shoulders were moving, her arms twisting to try to get comfortable in their position behind her back. Reaching in his pocket, Charlie pulled out a pocketknife, and exposed the blade. Edith whimpered as he brought the knife towards her chest.

“I won’t hurt you, Edith,” he whispered, placing the tip at the top of her shirt and tugging down, ripping the fabric as he went. He tore the front of the bra as he went, her large pale breasts pouring out as he continued down the shirt. Her large dark nipples wrinkled as the cool air tickled them, and Edith shuddered again. Bending down, the knife still in his hand, Charlie’s tongue darted out of his mouth. With rapid movements, he flicked the tips of the nipples with the tip of his tongue, making them even harder. Edith moaned as he teased her teats, her body writhing again in its bonds, but maybe not as frantically as before.

“Charlie,” she moaned as he opened his mouth and took her breast between his lips. He sucked softly at her nipple, arousing her even further. Edith pushed her hips towards him, trying to rub against the leg between her own. He stepped back, though, and her hips only found air in front of them.

Licking his lips, Charlie moved away from his captive. Her eyes were shut, her mouth open, panting. Her dark nipples were large and hard, standing out from her pale breasts in a way that drove him crazy. Edith moaned, a pleasurable sound escaping from her lips, as she struggled weakly with the handcuffs holding her wrists.

The way she stood, with her breasts sticking out from her chest, thrusting towards him, gave Charlie a shiver of excitement. He felt himself growing aroused, other parts of him growing a bit too. Shaking himself off, he reminded himself not to let arousal get in the way. He had a plan, and this was only part of it. By the time Edith opened her eyes and looked at him, the tears gone and replaced with the fog of lust, Charlie had psyched himself into the role of the Dom again and could look at her without betraying the arousal he felt.

“You owe me an apology, bitch,” he growled, reaching for the crop on the bed and standing in front of her. He shifted his feet apart, standing tall with his head held high. Glaring down his nose at her, he tapped her left nipple with the tip of the crop lightly, making his wife gasp with a mixture of fear and excitement.

“I’m sorry,” she said, pushing her breasts further out, arching her back as best she could with her feet tied so far apart. “I’m sorry, Charlie,” she whispered.

“I don’t know that you are. Yet. But you will be.”

Drawing his arm up and then bringing it down rapidly, he brought the tip across her nipple sharply.

The strike caused Edith to jump in her bonds and cry out in surprise. She twisted about, trying to free her legs of the ropes, but unable to. For a moment Charlie thought she would lose her balance, but she did not, instead regaining her arching posture as she watched the crop in his hand.

Teasingly, Charlie flicked her nipples lightly with the leather flap again, making them impossibly harder than they’d even been before. The left nipple glowed red where he had hit it, and Charlie imagined that it was throbbing something awful.

Bringing the crop up again, Charlie hit the same nipple, causing Edith to cry out again and try to pull away. Quickly he hit it again and again, until his wife was sobbing with the pain.

“Charlie,” she cried. “It hurts!”

“I know,” he said, smiling sinisterly. “It hurt to hear what you’d been doing every afternoon with your assistant, too.” Lips in a firm line, he brought the crop down hard again across her left nipple. Edith squealed.

“Charlie stop!” she cried.

“Lesson one,” Charlie said, lowering the crop and reaching towards her. “You address me as Master.” He took her swollen nipple between his thumb and forefinger and pinched if lightly. Edith cried out at even that soft contact, her nipple was so sore. “Do you understand?” Tears rolling down her cheeks, lips wide open and panting, Edith nodded frantically. Charlie twisted the nipple, his pinch growing tighter. “Say it. Say you understand!” he commanded.

“I understand, Master,” she gasped, her eyes wide with the pain he was causing her.

“Good girl,” Charlie said, loosening his hold on her nipple. She breathed heavily with relief as he stepped away from her again.

So fast Edith didn’t have a chance to prepare herself for the blow, Charlie brought the riding crop down again, this time across her left breast. Edith gasped again and cried out as the pain set in. A bright red welt rose up on her pale breast almost immediately, and she began to writhe again as Charlie smirked at her.

“Now you know what it feels like,” Charlie said. “You’ve beaten me with the crop repeatedly, and now it’s time for you to feel it. How many strokes do you usually give me, bitch? Fifteen?”

Edith gasped and shook her head in denial as Charlie looked at her.

“Answer me, bitch. Is it fifteen?”

“Yes, Master,” Edith choked, her eyes locked on the black crop as Charlie stood in front of her. Raising his hand again, Charlie hit her breast one more time. Edith cried out again as a new welt formed, directly above the first. Two more times he brought it down, and both times Edith squealed in pain as the leather hit her flesh. Her chest heaving, her breasts a crisscross of red welts, tiny tears rolled down her cheeks. But in her foggy eyes, another look shone, one of pleasure, and arousal.