Chapter 2

With the holidays coming up, life at the office had become a nightmare. The late hours and overload of deals to close before the end of the year had taken their toll on Frank. Seeing him come home tired night after night led Paisley to plead with him to take the rest of the month off after Thanksgiving. The idea had appealed to him more than she thought it would. Much to her delight, the next night he came home and told her that he had.

The exhaustion had also led his libido to take quite a hit. While she was great for relieving stress, some nights he was simply too tired to play. It took a lot of work and extra hours at the office, but Paisley did her best to show up after hours and help him get rid of some of that tension. Bryce found her presence less jarring when he would find her being taken by Frank in various locations.

When Friday morning finally rolled around, Paisley awoke early. Quietly she slipped out of bed, threw on her robe and headed downstairs. Even after all of the work she had done preparing for the day before’s festivities, she wanted to do something special for the man she loved.

She had always been skilled in the art of cooking, including baking. One of the things that she made that he loved the most was her fresh, homemade cinnamon rolls with cream cheese icing. The process took a while, but it was well worth it to see the look of happiness on his face as he enjoyed the delectable pastry.

Paisley went to work gathering her ingredients and getting the dough ready. As she left it covered to rise, she set about cleaning the kitchen. By the time that the rolls were in the oven, she had completed the majority of her daily chores in hopes that Frank would spend the day putting her to much better use.

She also had an ulterior motive. She enjoyed working from home as a freelance writer, since it gave her so much free time to spend with him and the pay wasn’t bad. Lately, she had found it not as fulfilling as it once was and wanted to start something new. She wanted to start an OnlyFans account.

Frank had always made it clear that he loved an audience. Letting people see what a good little submissive slut she was an incredible turn on for both of them. With this, she could not only indulge the fetish, but make money as well. Still, the idea of bringing it up to him was a daunting task. She had decided that since he would be home for several days, today was the day she would tell him about the idea, hoping that he would be onboard.

The sound of the kitchen timer going off pulled her back from her thoughts. She made quick work of grating the cinnamon, rolling out the dough, topping it with butter and adding the spiced sugar to it. Once they were in the pan, she had to wait for them to rise again. She took the opportunity to make coffee and get the frosting ready.

By the time the delightful aroma had filled the house, Frank had woke up and came downstairs. He greeted her with a kiss. “What have you been up to?” He said with a grin, knowing from the smell of fresh baked goods that she had made his favorite.

“I just thought you could use a little treat.” She smiled. Paisley reached into the cupboard and grabbed a mug, filling it with his dark morning potion, pairing it with a freshly iced roll. She sat them down in front of him before fetching herself a cold glass of milk and a roll for herself.

He scrolled through his phone, making sure that there was nothing pressing in his work emails before digging in. “These are amazing.” He said after swallowing a mouthful. Paisley’s cheeks turned pink as she purred “Thank you.” He watched her for a few moments while she picked at her breakfast. He could read her with ease after all of these years and he knew that she had something on her mind. He waited, hoping that she would offer up the information without prompting but that did not seem like it would happen.

“Everything ok?” He asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Well there is something I kind of wanted to talk to you about.” She said chewing her lower lip nervously. “I want to quit freelancing.” The statement was met with silence. He studied her face carefully. She stared down at her plate, hoping to gather the courage to continue. “It has become more of a chore than a pleasure.”

“And just what do you intend to do when you quit?” He asked.

“I ... well ... I just...”

“Spit it out girl.” he said impatiently.

“I want to create an OnlyFans account and post there. I figured we could post pictures and videos of me doing various things.” She had finally lifted her gaze only to see a strange expression on his face. “I know how you like showing me off and using me in front of others ... I just thought ... Forget it. I will keep writing.” Her eyes went back to the table, not wanting to see how upset he was with the idea.

Frank was a bit shocked, not by the request but by the fact that she seemed so afraid to talk to him about it. He shook his head slightly. “Is that what you really want? To start an OnlyFans?” He asked gently. He could see that she was disappointed and upset with herself for even bringing it up. His initial reaction had made her think he would be against such a venture.

Paisley nodded, not looking up. Frank stood up, walking over to her. He placed his fingers under her chin and lifted her face to make her look him in the eyes. Before she could say a word, he sternly said “You shouldn’t be afraid to talk to me about something like this. I am disappointed that you were. I think it is a fine idea and if you truly want this, then I guess we should do a little shopping today.”

Her mouth fell open and she sprung from her seat, nearly knocking the chair over. Her arms wrapped around him hugging him so tight that he nearly lost his balance. His arms encircled her as she leaned up and kissed him. “I’m sorry. I should have known I could tell you anything.”

“First, there is the matter of punishment to settle.” He said sternly.

She nodded, not releasing her grip just yet. “Get upstairs, and strip.” he commanded.

He followed, smiling at how obedient she was. She knew that she had made a mistake and eagerly awaited her punishment. When he reached the bedroom, he found her at the foot of the bed, kneeling with her legs parted wide, her back arched to push out her ample breasts, hands lying face up on her thighs.

“On your feet, legs spread.” He barked.

She pushed one foot forward on the carpet and rose gracefully to her feet. She stood there as she waited for her next instruction. He then fetched a few items from the toy chest, a pair of clover nipple clamps, a red braided leather flogger, a ball gag and a wide head leather crop. He held the gag in front of her, placing the large purple ball against her lips. She parted them, accepting the device as he firmly fastened the strap behind her head.

Next came the clamps. His fingers toyed with her nipples to get them hard before allowing her to feel their sharp bite. She whimpered, the gag stifling the sound. He took a step back, flogger in hand. Her hands moved behind her back, clasping each other as she watched him. He raised the tool, bringing the strips of leather down forcefully on her left breast. He continued to land several blows. Each time the leather kissed her skin another whimper tried to escape her gagged mouth.