Chapter 9

It took weeks to settle into this new relationship. Matt did not demand this scenario everyday, but indicated his desires by leaving the collar out on the dressing table before he went to work. Beth in the same way could indicate her need to submit. Matt was surprised and delighted when he returned one evening to find Beth, kneeling in the middle of the lounge, hands clasped behind her neck, completely naked but for the collar.

"Have you been bad today?"

"Yes Husband. I have dropped the cut-glass vase." Matt now faced the situation that he had hoped would never arise. Beth was asking him to spank her.

"Go and get the strap." This was a length of leather belt, two inches wide and eighteen inches long. Matt had chosen this deliberately as he knew that it could bruise, but would never cut the skin. Beth returned carrying the strap as if it was a religious artefact. She knelt and offered it to him. He indicated that she should lean over the arm of the settee.

"You will receive ten strokes." Before his courage could crumble he slapped her with the first. It was not an accurate or hard slap, his heart was not really in this. But Beth accepted the punishment.

"One. Thank you Husband." The second slap was harder.

"Two. Thank you Husband." Matt continued the punishment, his strokes becoming more forceful and accurate, but he was mindful of the terrible injuries that Beth had suffered before, so he held back from using his full strength. At ten, Beth didn't rise from her position. She thanked him profusely for the punishment, then asked if he would like to enjoy her body. In truth Matt had become erect, not so much from the punishment, but from the sight of Beth's arse so alluringly and freely displayed for him. He unbuckled and dropped his trousers, freeing his cock. Without delay he entered her, surprised to find she was soaking wet with arousal. He was aware from his reading that denying the submissive liberty to climax was quite normal, but he could not bring himself to do so, and Beth climaxed loudly as he did. With her breath coming in short, sharp pants, she turned and asked permission to clean him from her emissions, as he gave assent he understood that Beth was teaching him about how she wanted to be treated.

"You may serve my evening meal."

"Yes Husband. May I dress first?"

"No."

"As my Husband pleases."

"Yes, it does please me."

"I am happy that I am acceptable to my Husband." Beth stood at the side of Matt's chair as he ate. He at one point idly played with her pussy, and she widened her stance allowing him the room. He tugged on her bush. "That has to go. I want you shaved there."

"Shall I do it now Husband?"

"No. Tomorrow will be satisfactory."

"I will shave my P ... private parts tomorrow."

"Pussy, the word we will use is pussy! Now say it."

"Pussy, it is my ... no! It is your pussy. It belongs to you." As Matt finished his meal and got up he turned to her.

"You may eat now, then bring me coffee in the lounge."

"Yes, husband."

When they retired to bed that evening, Matt took off the collar. Beth went to put on one of her neck to ankle nightgowns.

"No, Beth. I never want to see you wearing that again. When you join me in bed you will be as naked as I." Beth seemed to be happy to join Matt.

"I shall never wear anything in your bed again, Husband."

"When I call you Beth, you are released from your servitude." She smiled as she cuddled next to him.

"Part of me always wanted to be naked for you, but I was always taught it was wrong."

"I can understand that. But here, in our private life, we set the rules, and I love to see you naked. You are a beautiful woman, Beth." She had snuggled into his arms, and he could feel her nodding her head against his chest.

"I like to see you naked as well, Matt. And I especially like to see this," she took hold of his cock, "When it is big and strong." Matt pushed back the covers.

"Then enjoy it all you will." Beth's eyes glittered as she did just that. Half an hour later, Beth raised her head, her lips and tongue slick with Matt's semen, but smiling. He pulled her to him and kissed her. She seemed shocked. "What is it?"

"You kissed me, and I hadn't had a chance to wash my mouth."

"Did you swallow any?"

"Yes. I wanted to."

"Well I wanted to kiss you and share the taste of my sperm." Beth pulled back slightly. It was obvious in her eyes that some of her parents teaching was coming back to trouble her. Then she smiled.

"Our rules." Matt nodded. Then out of the blue she asked.

"Will you want to take my back passage?" "I may. But do you want me to." Beth thought for a while.

"I think I do. It would be a sign for me."

"A sign?"

"Yes. Take me there, and I belong to you completely. And I want to belong to you completely."

"I will. When the time is right. I will fuck your arse." Beth was shocked at his language, then grinned.

"Yes my Love. Our rules. Fuck my arse! Fuck the fucking arse off me. Bugger me stupid." She rolled the words around her mouth, exhilarated by the newfound freedom to use this language.

Two days later, Matt took Beth to a follow up consultation with Hendy. He spoke privately with Beth for twenty minutes then asked Matt in for a chat.

"Elizabeth is coming along well, and I detect signs that you have become the Master she needed."

"I am trying. But I do feel a fool at times. I am acting the part, not being the part." Hendy was nodding his head in agreement.

"Yes, I suspected that would be how it would strike you. But given time you will grow into it. But you must be doing something right, as Elizabeth appears to be very happy." He paused. "You did beat her?" Matt shrugged, ashamed and embarrassed.

"Yes. It seemed she wanted to be punished." Hendy smiled at his embarrassment.

"You will never hurt her as they did. It's alien to your nature isn't it, hitting a woman?" There was no need for an answer, Matt's troubled face was evident. "Don't view it as hitting a woman, it is a punishment that you have to give, and she needs. To a submissive punishment is another demonstration of caring and loving. If you didn't care you wouldn't bother. To Elizabeth your beating her is another expression of your love. For most people an odd way to show love, but for a submissive it is almost natural."

Now Matt faced a challenge. If Beth was happy in their relationship he had to do what Beth had asked him. He knew enough now to know that once having made the suggestion she would never ask for him to take her anus, she was submissive, her Master made the decisions. He prepared accordingly. The more he thought about it the more excited he became. The next Friday he left for work, leaving out the collar and a tube of lubricant. Beth would understand the significance. He was an hour late getting home, And worried for Beth, she could well have been kneeling in the position for over an hour now. He walked in and she was collared, kneeling, naked with her hands clasped behind her neck. Matt the loving husband would have apologised, but Matt the dominant could not. He said nothing, no apology and no compliment about how beautiful she was. The strap was laying on he table alongside the tube of lubricant, which now looked squeezed of half its contents. Matt stood in front of Beth and raised her face with his hand under her jaw.