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This is a revised version of the story that I published on Smashword starting back in 2014. It is rewritten with much-added material. However, I did have to age up some of the characters so no one is underage in this version.

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Friday, June 14th, 2013 – Brian Carpenter – South Hill, WA

“I’m waiting at your place,” Suzette’s text said. “Please hurry. I miss you, Brian. I brought some neat things to make tonight interesting! ;)”

The flirty smile was something I had never expected. My girlfriend was rarely so…playful, even in her tweets. She was a sweet girl, innocent and lovely, with auburn hair often gathered into a ponytail and a sparkle in her green eyes. We had been dating since we were fourteen and, since we both turned eighteen, had progressed to sharing kisses.

For most eighteen year olds, that would be tame, but we were both committed to our faith. Well, I tried to be. We would both be virgins on our wedding night. I brushed my pants pocket. I had worked two jobs and gone to college to earn the money for the engagement ring. Tonight was the night. Suzette was at my house, cooking a nice dinner for us. After, I would fall on my knee and propose.

Her text sent a hot shudder through me. Naughty ideas flashed through my mind. Despite being a virgin, I had discovered the darker parts of the internet, including erotica. With my own credit card, I could buy and read erotica on my tablet. There were so many dark, exciting stories out there. Things I burned to try even though I knew they were a sin.

Things Suzette would hate me for even reading about, let alone fantasizing about her in those naughty situations.

I could never indulge with her. My temptations had to stay bound in my heart. Once we finally made love, I knew I wouldn’t need my erotica. I could get rid of it and devote myself to being her faithful husband. But it was so hard. I felt like I was cheating on her every time I jerked off to a tale of a man disciplining his wife—those were my favorite—particularly after the wife had been bad, often straying with other men.

It excited me, despite all my prayers to fight temptation. I wanted to be pure, but it was so hard.

“Just think on Suzette. Focus on our love.”

Everyone at our church knew our marriage was a fait accompli since we were fourteen. I just wished I could be the perfect man Suzette always believed me to be. Why did I have to be so weak? Why couldn’t I be faithful?

I pulled my beat-up Toyota into my driveway. My parents were gone for the weekend, off on a couples retreat and bible study with the church. They trusted Suzette and I not to fool around, and they knew my plans to propose tonight. I think everyone had to know. Heck, I wouldn’t be surprised that Suzette’s figured it out.

Her car was there, a cute, white hatchback. I set my parking brake and turned off the ignition. Once we were married, I would be able to put this all behind me. I wouldn’t need to sin when I would have her in my bed.

I strolled up to the door and unlocked it. “Suzette?”

No one answered. Candles burned. I smiled. She did know what was happening today. The candles led from the foyer through the living room. One burned down the hallway on a small shelf near my bedroom. More candlelight flickered through my open bedroom door.

Why was she in there?

I walked down the hallways, dark, depraved thoughts tumbling through my head. I pushed them down. Suzette wasn’t like the whores in my erotica. She would never act like a naughty wife in need of her husband’s strong discipline. She would never need to be bound and spanked. I needed to get those dirty thoughts out of your mind.

I reached my bedroom door and my eyes widened.

Suzette knelt naked on the floor. Candles burned through my room, painting her naked flesh in wavering, orange-yellow light. Her red ponytail coiled down her lithe back, and her small breasts, barely budding mounds topped with pink nipples, rose with her breath. Heat shot straight to my swelling cock.

What was going on? Was this some sort of test to see if I would sin?

“Brian,” she purred as I ran a hand through my short, sandy-blond hair. “I can’t fight my desires anymore. I want you.”

“We can’t…” I groaned, my voice strangled. Was this a dream?

“I need to confess my truest desires,” she whispered.

“Suzette, this is…” My heart hammered. “You need to stop this. It’s wrong.” So wonderfully wrong. She was so sexy.

“Please, Brian, I need to tell you this. I’ve…been obsessed with romances. Naughty romances. Filthy, dirty, naughty romances.” Her eyes twinkled and her voice grew breathy.

I swallowed, struggling not to look at her naked body as she crawled forward, but her ass was so gorgeous. As she stopped before my feet, I could just make out the fiery curls of her bush between her slim thighs.

This could not be happening. I had to be dreaming. What happened to my sweet Suzette?

“I’ve read 50 Shades of Gray and even darker BDSM romances,” she moaned. “I want to be dominated. I want you to be my master!” She grasped my jeans, my cock throbbed harder. “I want you to tie me up and discipline me when I bad. I want to be your submissive, sex-slave girlfriend.”

“But…” I groaned. My cock hardened. “This can’t be. You’re…so innocent…”

“I’ve been hiding it for years,” she moaned. “But I can’t hide this any longer. I’ve been shown who I truly am. I want to be your slave-wife. I want to love you, serve you, and submit to you. I want to give you my body. You can do what you want to me. I…I bought things.”

She glanced over her shoulder at my bed. My eyes widened at what was displayed on the dark comforter: a coiled whip, a wooden paddle, leather manacles, a spreader bar, nipple clamps, and even a butt plug.

“Where did you…?”

“The local sex shop,” she moaned. “I’ve always wanted to be forced to use these by you. I’ve fantasized about it so much.”

“This is wrong,” I groaned, fighting my desires. “We can’t give into these sinful lusts. We’re not married, and even if we were, this can’t be right.”

“I don’t want to wait until we’re married! We will be one day! But I want you to be my Master tonight. I need it, Brian.” Tears stained her eyes.

I wanted to let out my desires, but I had to keep my temptations bound tight in my heart for years. This was such a sin. We would go to Hell. But my cock throbbed so hard in my jeans. I wanted to give in to her request and act out my fantasies.

“Get dressed.”

“If that’s what you want, Master,” she purred, her hand stroking the slope of her small breast. “I’ll get dressed.”

I groaned, fighting my desires. I didn’t want her to dress. I wanted to stare at her wonderful, naked body. “I’m not your Master. This isn’t right. Please, Suzette, what has gotten into you?”

Suzette bit her lip, then she grabbed my tablet. I froze. She punched in the passcode and swiped away the screen saver. “The same thing that has gotten into you,” she moaned. “I found this today while I waited. I’m so nosy, but I always wondered if you had porn. I never had the courage to find out before.”

“Suzette,” I groaned, my stomach tightening.

“’I bent my wife over my lap, the saucy wench giggling as her pert asscheeks jiggled,’” Suzette read. “’She claimed she was sorry for being such a whore, for fucking the pool boy, but I knew she wasn’t. She just wanted me to punish her for being so bad. My cock hardened as I brought my hand down on her ass with a loud crack!’”

“Suzette, please,” I groaned. “Stop that.”

“Your tablet is full of domestic discipline and BDSM stories,” moaned Suzette. “You want this. You want me to be your naughty wife. I want that, too. I want to be your sex slave. I want you to discipline me when I’m bad. And I’ve been so bad.”

My cock ached. Her hands rubbed up my jeans, reaching for my bulge. My sins drowned out my faith. I had no idea she was hiding her true desires from me, and now she knew just what I was hiding from her. We were both sinners. Her hand reached my cock. I shuddered as she grasped my zipper and drew it down.

I wanted this. I could have this.

Her hand reached inside my pants and rubbed at my cock through the thin cotton of my boxers. I groaned, throbbing in her tight grip. I arched my back. My cock was on the verge of erupting. No one but me had touched my cock before.

It was exciting.

“How were you bad?” I gasped.

“I let a man fuck me today,” Suzette moaned. “I cheated on you.”

My cock erupted. My body convulsed. My sweet Suzette had cheated on me. My dick spurted into my boxers as she stroked me. I groaned, anger and lust burning through me. My Suzette had cheated on me.

“You little whore,” I growled, my desires bubbling out with my anger with such harsh words.

“Yes!” she moaned, bringing her fingers to her lips. My cum had bled through my boxers and adorned her fingertips. She licked them. “I was a whore. Mark Glassner came to our school. He gassed us and made us his whores. He fucked me hard! I came on his cock! I loved it, Master! I was so bad today! Discipline me! Punish me!”

I should punish her. Just like the wives in those stories. “You cheated on me!” I shouted, my stomach twisting even as my cock hardened. I just came, but excitement filled my dick.

“I had to,” she moaned. “It was him. Mark Glassner. The terrorist. He’s something special. He opened my eyes to the truth of who I am. Who I should be. Who you want me to be.”

I grabbed her ponytail and pulled her. She crawled after me, just like the whores in those dirty stories. I threw her against the bed, her ass dangling over the edge. She gasped in pain. Good. She deserved it. My heart tightened.

“You cheated on me!” I snarled.

“I did! I was so bad! Punish me!”

I had my first a good view of her pussy—the first live one I had seen. Her fiery hair was matted down with her excitement. Her hole wasn’t pure any longer. The terrorist Mark Glassner had plundered her. “You gave what belonged to me!”

“I’m so sorry!” she moaned. “I was weak and naughty! I shouldn’t have fucked him! I should have been pure for you! Whip me! Punish me! Keep me from ever straying again.”

I grabbed the leather manacles. I knew how to use them. I had watched BDSM porn, delighting in witness a woman be bound and spanked as much as I loved to read about it. I clamped the manacles on her wrists, cinching them tight. I pulled on the chain, stretching out her arms across my bed. I dropped the manacle’s chain over my bed’s post, the tension keeping her in place. Next, I grabbed the nipple clamps.

“These are going to hurt, slut,” I growled, opening the clamp wide.

Suzette trembled, her green eyes wild. “I deserve it! I’m such a slut!”

I pinched her right nipple. She was already hard, excited. Her face was flushed. I brought the clamp down. She shuddered and bucked as the clamp bit into her flesh. Her back arched and the chains pulled against the frame of my bed.

“It hurts!” she moaned, tears rolling down her face. “It hurts.”

I hesitated, my anger diminishing. Despite her tears, I saw it in her eyes. Suzette did want this. She needed this. “Stop crying, slut!” I growled, smacking her ass and being authoritative, giving my cheating girlfriend what she needed. “I haven’t even clamped the other one.”

“Sorry…Master.”

The word made my cock throb.

I clamped her other nipple, bringing a stifled moan from her pursed lips. She fought against her tears, but they still ran down her cheeks. She looked so…sexy writhing in pain, begging me to punish her. It was better than my fantasies. This was real.

I grabbed the spreader bar and forced her legs apart. Her pussy lips parted, revealing her wet, pink depths surrounded by the thick forest of red hair. I attached the leather restraints of the bar to her ankles before I took a quick lick of her pussy.

Suzette gasped. She tasted tart. Her toes curled and she let out a shuddering moan. “Oh, Master!”

I loved that word. Master. That’s what all the naughty wives in the stories called their authoritative husbands. “I own this pussy,” I growled, letting out all my desires. I didn’t have to keep them bottled up. “Only I get to decide when it’s touched.”

“Yes, Master! Of course, Master! I’m so sorry for betraying you. I was just so weak. He was so handsome and sexy…I was helpless.”

“And what about me?”

“Oh, Master, you have such a cute ass. You’re so handsome. Mmm, I’ve masturbated for years imagining you tying me up.”

I had done the same.

I grabbed the butt plug and rubbed the rubbery end against the folds of her pussy. She shuddered, writhing back. Her tears had stopped flowing, her nipples must have grown used to the pain. I coated the tip, her juices glistening on the black rubber cone before I moved it between her asscheeks. I pressed on her sphincter.

“Master!” she moaned, her body shaking as the butt plug sank deeper and deeper. “Oh, yes, Master! Mmm, yes!”

“One day, I’ll fuck your ass. You need to be ready, slave.”

“Yes!” she gasped in delight, her pussy clenching as she shuddered, her restraints rattling.

I undressed, hiding my nervousness and trying to present strength. I was her master. My wayward slave-wife had been naughty, and I needed to remind her who owned her body. Me. I was in charge here. I was her Master.

I grabbed the wooden paddle. “Do you know how to respond, slave?”

“Yes, Master.”

I cracked the paddle down hard. The stinging slap echoed through my room. I didn’t hold back. She gasped in pain, my bed rocking as she shuddered. Her asscheek burned red. I waited for her to stop crying out in pain and say the words.

“One!” she moaned, fresh tears rolling down her cheeks. “Thank you, Master. May I please have another?”

My cock throbbed fully hard. It was so sexy to be begged to spank her, to punish her.

The paddle cracked down on her other cheek. Her body writhed and her ass jiggled, painted red.

“Two! Thank you, Master. May I please have another?”

Smack! The paddle landed right between her cheeks. Her cries of pain were sweet to my ears.

“Three! Thank you, Master. May I please have another?”

“Why am I spanking you?” I demanded, savoring the anticipation of spanking her again, my hand gripping the wooden paddles handle. It was polished to a smooth finish.

“Because I cheated on you,” she sobbed. “I let another man use my pussy. I don’t own it. You do.”

Smack!

“Four! Thank you, Master. May I please have another?”

“That’s right! This is my pussy!” I rubbed the edge of the paddle through her pussy lips. She squirmed and shuddered like a sexy whore.

“Yes, yours, Master!”

Smack!

“Five! Thank you, Master. May I please have another?”

Her ass burned bright red. I stroked my cock with my left hand as I admired her. She squirmed, her cheeks glistening with tears, a smile playing on her lips. She loved every minute of it. Her juices dripped down her thighs as she squirmed.

“Time for the whip.” I tossed the paddle on the bed and grabbed it.

Excitement and lust burned in her eyes.

I knew it would hurt, and so did she. But this is what she wanted. She was bad, and she knew what she deserved. I flicked my wrist. The tip of the whip hissed through the air.

Crack!

“Six!” Suzette screamed as a bright-red welt burned across her right asscheek. She spasmed harder. Was it too much? “Thank you, Master. May I please have another?”

Her words were clear. She wanted more.

“Filthy whore!”

“Yes! Your filthy whore, Master.”

My filthy whore. I let the whip lick at her ass again.

“Seven!” she shrieked as she bucked. “Thank you, Master. May I please have another?”

I painted a third stripe across both cheeks.

“Eight! Thank you, Master. May I please have another?”

Suzette stared at me over her shoulders. I studied her eyes. Could she take more? Yes, she could.

The whip flicked out. Suzette bucked, howling, “Nine!” She gasped and sobbed as she fought against the restraints before she choked out, “Thank you, Master. May I please have another?”

Her eyes begged me for one more. Her hips wiggled. Her dirty pussy still needed to be punished.

I flicked my wrist. The whip’s tip cracked across the lips of her pussy. Suzette threw back her head as she bucked, her screams ripping through the house. Her body convulsed. Her pussy squirted juices that splashed on my feet.

She orgasmed.

I watched in awe as my submissive girlfriend thrashed and came just from being spanked and whipped. A second squirt of juices splashed out of her. Her screams turned into moans of pure bliss, her ponytail sliding back and forth across her supple back-.

“Ten!” she moaned as she fought to gather herself. “Thank you, Master! May I have another?”

“No!” I growled, throwing the whip down. “You’ve been punished enough.”

My cock ache. I had to fuck her. I had to get my first taste of a woman’s pussy. I fell to my knees behind her, gripping her hips. My cock nudged her burning ass and she spasmed as I guided myself between her thighs. My hand trembled.

“Take me, Master!” she moaned. “Use your pussy! Relieve yourself in me! Dump your cum into my naughty hole!”

I groaned and thrust forward. My cock slid into her hot depths. Her pussy clamped down around my cock. She was tight and wet, a hot furnace. My cock was roasted in bliss. I drew back and slammed him, my groin smacking her burning ass. She clenched down every time, gasping in pain. She mewled in pleasure when I pulled back, but the pain returned with every thrust, reminding her of her punishment.

“Yes, yes, yes!” she gasped. “I’m so happy! Fuck me, Master! Oh, yes! So good! Mmm, yes! Take me! Cum in me!”

My balls tingled. It was so exciting to hear her beg for my cum. My strokes picked up. I rammed my cock over and over into her hot depths. Her pussy massaged my cock. It was better than my hand. I had no idea sex was this amazing. Her pussy was wonderful. She gripped me. Every stroke sent pleasure shooting through my body.

“Suzette!” I gasped. “Oh, yes! You’re so hot!”

“Is my pussy pleasing you, Master?” she moaned.

“Yes! So good!”

“Wonderful, Master! You’re cock is amazing! Better than his! My Master’s cock! All my fantasies are coming true!”

New tears burned in her eyes. They weren’t tears of pain.

“Master! May I cum?” she gasped.

“Yes!” I gasped. “You can cum, slut!”

Her body bucked. “Thank you, Master! Oh, yes! Oh, thank you!”

The bed rocked as she thrashed. Her pussy convulsed about my dick. She grew so hot, her pussy milking my cock. I grit my teeth. I wanted to last longer, but I was too excited. She was too amazing. I buried into Suzette’s pussy.

And came in her depths.

“Yes!” Suzette gasped.

Pulse after pulse of my cum exploded into her pussy. My pussy. I owned her. My body shuddered. The pleasure rushed through my mind, carrying me to this moment of perfect rapture. And then it rushed out of me.

“Wow,” I groaned as her pussy clenched and relaxed, working the cum out of me.

“Uh-huh, Master,” she panted. “That was amazing. I never came so hard before. You’re such a stud, Master.”

I smiled, liking the words. “Better than him?”

Suzette nodded her head. “Mark was special, but he wasn’t you, Master. He wasn’t…human. He was beyond us.”

“Like what? An angel?”

“Or a demon,” she giggled. “He did awaken the sins we’ve tried to hide.”

I nodded my head. I sinned. I had premarital sex. And it was wonderful. I wanted it again. I wanted Suzette again. Over and over. She was mine. I grabbed my pants and fished out the engagement ring box. I held it in my hands.

“You’re mine now,” I said.

Suzette nodded, her face stained with tears, a smile on her lips. I opened the box before her, showing the gold ring topped by the small diamond. “Master,” she whispered.

“Since you’re mine, you have to wear this,” I ordered her. “We’re getting married.”

“Yes, Master!” she beamed. Her hand trembled as I slipped the ring on her finger. “I’m your slave-wife. We need to get married as soon as possible! I want to be yours legally!”

I smiled at her, cupped her face, and kissed her on the lips.

I removed the butt plug, the clamps, and the restraints, and then I rubbed her poor, burning ass with aloe vera, working the soothing liquid into her abused butt-cheeks. I made sure my slave wasn’t permanently injured after her punishment, and let her know she was loved. It was so intimate that we ended up making love. We both lasted longer, our orgasms soft, lacking the intensity of the first ones, but they were sweeter.

I enjoyed making love to her as much as fucking her.

I held her to my chest, my auburn-haired slave, and watched her go to sleep. What was Mark Glassner? How did he change people? I hadn’t even met him, and he freed the temptations bound in the depths of my soul.

Whomever or whatever Mark was, he gave Suzette and I what we both wanted. I would love my slave-wife and spank her whenever she was naughty.

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