Chapter 2: Bruised

Ten years earlier Ella was on a beach trip with her sister Denise and their families. Unexpectedly, Ella needed to explain about her private times with her husband. They were in a little changing cabin by the beach, and Ella was bent over her bag looking to fetch her tank swimsuit. Denise saw some colorful butt bruises and gasped.

“Phil is BEATING you? Ella!”

“No, calm down, I’m fine, Phil loves me.”

“That’s what abused women say before they get hospitalized. Come stay with me and Tom; you’ll be safe. Tom has a shotgun.”

“Eek! No, no, please. I ASKED Phil to hit me. We do it for fun! For fun! I’m begging you, don’t worry, I don’t need help. I promise we’ll talk later, and I’ll explain better. Let’s put our suits on and get out of here to be with the boys and our husbands.”

Later, Ella took Denise aside for a private chat.

“Look, sis, I know you’re worried for me, and I love you for it. But everything is good in my marriage despite what you saw today, and I’m going to explain. Forgive me for asking, but you’ll understand in a minute. You married Tom nine years ago. How often do you have sex, no, check that. What I’m asking is, are you satisfied with your sex life? Is it as fun this year as it was the first year? You don’t have to say, the answer is same for every couple. After pregnancies and years of monogamy there’s naturally a fall-off. No matter how adorable our husbands are.”

“Ella, number one, Tom still rocks my world, and number two, you are NOT answering my questions. Why, goddammit, is Phil beating you?”

“We were declining, becoming more distant, less intimate. I hated it. I was looking for ways to inspire us. I figured out pretty quickly that the more I provoked him, the more hot I was getting. It started with spanking.

“The other day, Denise, the boys were out of the house. I knew I could tease him into sheer insanity. He did kind of lose it and, yes, I got bruised. But I also had about a half dozen orgasms that day while screaming my lungs out. It was just what I wanted, just what we needed.

“Out in public, in front of the boys, we’re partners. He’s a great father and husband. I have zero complaints. Behind closed doors, though, he’s ripping off my panties and being the angry bear. He makes me happy, Denise. I love Phil, so much. Can you accept that about us?”

“If Tom tried to spank me, I would slap him so hard that his lips would shift to the side of his head. I’m not you, Ella. But I hear the affection in your voice. I have to trust you know what’s best for you. Just promise me you’ll be safe and will accept help if you need it.”