John was in the spare room wearing a nightdress and a pair of her panties when Sarah entered. He had been sitting on the bed, waiting for her but as soon as she opened the door he stood up. He looked a little ashamed, like a little boy caught doing something naughty, as if being caught wearing her things would get him into trouble. Sarah put the drinks down on the bedside table without commenting on how he was dressed, as if it was the most natural thing in the world.
“You may sit down” she said, “I will be back in a moment.”
Sarah returned to her room and collected the paddle, which she was pleased to see, was exactly where she had left it after she had spanked him earlier. Just as she was about to return to the spare room a thought came to her and she went into the bathroom. Opening the clothes basket she took out the panties and tights she had been wearing earlier when she had visited Lorraine, and took them with her back into John’s room. She laid them and the paddle on the bed next to him.
“I sincerely hope I am not going to need these” she said as she put them down, “But I fully intend to know the whole truth about what you have been getting up to and also, what went on in those club toilets last night. Unless I am convinced you have told me everything I will apply this ‘corrector’ until I am sure you have held nothing back. I am quite sure this will cause you more than a little discomfort, so it is quite likely you are going to make a certain amount of noise while I am ‘correcting any mistakes’ made in your story. If that should happen I will muffle that noise, using these, just like I said earlier. Now, are you ready to tell me what really happened, or do we have to start this conversation with me warming your bottom?”
“I will tell you everything Mistress” he said.
“Very well! Now, you said that what happened, in the toilets at that gay club, was your first time. You see I find it very hard to believe that anyone, especially in a club like that, would force another club member, to commit a sexual act against their will. Something in your story just doesn’t add up. I understand that you might have not wanted to confess everything earlier in front of David, so now it’s just between you and me. I want the whole truth and Iamgoing to get it, one way or the other.”
“We are civilised people and I hope we can continue to be so, but you are now going to explain exactly what has been going on behind my back. You will get one warning that I think you are hiding something and you will then have the opportunity to correct what you have just said. Another ‘mistake’ and you will kneel over the foot of the bed, nightdress raised and panties down, to continue what you are telling me. I would suggest that correcting what you have just told me might be a good idea at that moment, because if, after those two warnings, I think you are still either lying or hiding something, I willnotgive you a third warning but I promise you that you willknowthat I do not believe you. Do you understand me?”
“I understand Mistress.”
“I am glad I have made myself clear. Now, I want the truth. You told us a story, earlier, which I am inclined to believe has some elements of the truth in it. Things you said downstairs you may now change, in order to correct any ‘mistakes’ you may have made in its initial telling. This is a onetime only offer, in order to correct any errors you may have made in the first version of the story so make sure you correct them all. Any ‘mistakes’ in anything new that you tell me now in this room, or in the future, will not be tolerated. You may now begin, and you will start from when you first spoke with your new ‘friend’.”
John thought for a moment about what he was about to say. Although he hadn’t minded when Sarah had spanked him in their room earlier, he was not in a hurry to discover how much harder the strokes might be if she caught him in a lie.
“He came up to me when I was sitting with a drink in the bar” he said. “He asked if he could sit with me, and I said he could. Then he asked if I came to the club a lot, as he had seen me there a couple of times but I was always on my own. Although he was dressed in ladies clothes and was wearing full make-up, he was obviously a man, although I did think he looked nice. We had been chatting for about fifteen minutes before I plucked up the courage to ask where he bought his clothes and what it was like to go out in public dressed in them. He asked me if I ever wore ladies clothes in private and I said I had, although only pieces of my wife’s underwear that I borrowed from the wash basket. Then he asked if I wanted to see the lingerie he was wearing. I said I would like to, so he said I should follow him into the toilets and he would show me. Once there he said we should go into one of the cubicles, where it would be more private. After that it was much as I told you.”
“Everything John!” Sarah said, “I am through with gently coaxing it out of you. If I have to remind you again you will be kneeling over the bed while you continue, and should it happen again, itwillbe painful. Now go on.”
John looked down at the floor feeling like a naughty boy in front of the headmistress in school. “Inside the cubicle he told me to take my trousers and pants down and take off my shirt. When I had undressed as he wanted, he lifted his dress up to let me look at his panties. He was wearing a suspender belt and stockings too, which, as you know I have always liked. He seemed to know more about what I wanted than I did and told me to touch his stockings and follow the suspenders up to stroke him through his panties. That was when I first touched his ……. ” He couldn’t bring himself to actually say the word.
“When you first touched his cock, John! There is no need to be shy about it. You have been having sex with another man. You have already admitted that. After talking to a man, in a Gay Club, for less than half an hour, you went with him into the toilets and undressed for him. What did you expect was going to happen next? You not only touched his cock, you gave him a blow job, you sucked him off, call it whatever you want. You performed oral sex on him and swallowed his semen when he came in your mouth. Obviously you touched his cock.”
“Now I want you to explain to me how exactly he ‘forced’ you to take his cock into your mouth. I mean, it isn’t something a truly straight man would have done, is it? Anyway, if he forced you, he would have been taking a huge risk because if any man forcedmeto take his penis into my mouth, I can assure you he would have been very, very sorry as soon as the head got past my teeth and I was holding his balls.”
“You’re right of course, he didn’t force me. He told me to take his panties down and, as I was holding his cock and stroking it, he moved forward and said ‘It’s all right, you can suck it, you know you want to’. That was when I put it into my mouth,” said John looking at the floor.
“Did you cum yourself while you were sucking him, or afterwards?”
John couldn’t look at her. “I came when he was spurting in my mouth.”
“So you were masturbating while you sucked him. Why didn’t you say that before?” asked Sarah.
“I was too ashamed to admit, in front of David, that I came as well” John replied, “But I didn’t masturbate. One of my hands was holding his cock and the other was massaging his testicles. When I felt he was about to cum I put my arms around him and held him to me so he would cum in my mouth and it just happened.”
“Oh My Goodness!” said Sarah. “So you are now admitting youwantedhim to cum in your mouth and when he did, it brought you to a climax too. You must have really enjoyed sucking him. The story is making more sense now! I don’t like it, but I can believe it.”
“What I still can’t believe is that we have been married almost ten years and in all that time I never suspected you had this desire for other men. I can only assume that you have been keeping it secret your whole life. Joining a ‘Gay Club’ is not something any ‘Straight’ man would consider. It is a place where gay men go to meet and be with other gay men, I assume these meetings revolve around a shared need for sex. David tells me that not all men who wear ladies clothes are gay, but because it is ‘different’ and seen as a ‘celebration of their feminine side’ they tend to get pushed towards the gay community who also have ‘different’ desires.”
“Now, you said there were four other times you have done this. Were they all with the same man?”
John couldn’t look at her and replied almost in a whisper “There have been four other men, Mistress.”
Sarah’s heart seemed to lurch in her breast. “So the ‘four other times’ you admitted to downstairs is another ‘mistake’ you need to correct?”
“Yes Mistress”
“Well you had better get on with correcting it, because I am beginning to think that there are far too many of these ‘mistakes’ and my patience with you is wearing extremely thin. You are now telling me that in the last year, you have had oral sex with a total of five different men. Is that correct?”
“Yes Mistress”
“Is that everything? How many times, in total, have you done this?”
John didn’t speak for several seconds, but then he said “Eleven times, Mistress, but I have also been used anally twice. One of the men wanted that as well as the oral which was really all that I wanted to do.”
Sarah sat, quietly thinking, for a long time, taking in this new information. Then she spoke. “So, you have had quite a busy year, haven’t you? You are now telling me in the last year you have sucked to completion, five different men, a total of eleven times. I assume you swallowed their semen when they came? In addition to that you have been …. Fucked in the arse, twice, by one of these men! Although you claim you didn’t want this, you obviously must have enjoyed being with him if you went back a second time, and all this time you were also maintaining a normal, heterosexual sexual relationship with me?”
John kept his eyes down as he replied “Yes Mistress, I am sorry Mistress.”
“NO YOU ARE NOT!” Sarah almost shouted at him. “You are only sorry that you have been found out! You had absolutely no intention of telling me about your activities. If David hadn’t told me about seeing you at that club, you would have continued as you have been doing for the last year, so don’t you DARE try to tell me you are sorry.”
“Why you thought you could spout the load of rubbish you did downstairs, and I would just accept it, is completely beyond me. Did you think I had suddenly become stupid? Perhaps, because I married you not realising you were gay, and you have managed to keep it from me for all these years, you think I have always been stupid. I know it has taken me a long time to realise that you wanted me to take a lover, but that isn’t something that happens in any normal married relationship, which is what Ithoughtwe had. Did you think that if I had a normal, heterosexual man, to take care of my sexual needs, you would be free to follow your own path and continue to have sex with other men? I just knew something wasn’t right in our marriage and I was looking for anything which could explain the many things that just didn’t seem to make sense. They didn’t fit anything I could think of, but then; this wasn’t something I had even considered until today.”
Sarah picked up her cup and took a much needed drink, while she took a hold of her emotions again and calmed down. She was in danger of letting her anger at him to take over but she knew that wasn’t going to help this situation. After a few minutes she was feeling calm enough to continue.
“I told you that the timing of what has occurred between David and myself, is a coincidence. I understand that you may be finding that hard to accept, but I assure you, it is true. Yes, I have for some time had some feelings for him, but those were only that I thought he was a well mannered, polite, considerate…. and I admit, rather handsome young man. Our relationship before all of this happened today has been completely professional and I never at any time thought it would ever be anything else.”
“When I went into work this morning David was already there and was in the process of clearing his desk. He was going to resign from the firm and he called me into his office to explain why. When I handed him his camera, he asked me if I had seen the pictures on it. I said I had. He then asked me, because of the working relationship we had shared, if I would allow him to resign with dignity? He knew that if I took that camera to H.R and showed them the picture of me on it, he would be sacked on the spot. I had already made the decision that I would not take the pictures to H.R and I told him this. I also told him that I did not want him to resign. It was only when I then questioned why he had taken and kept that picture of me that he confessed his feelings for me. Until then I had no idea he felt like that about me. He had never given me any indication that he thought of me with anything other than respect for me as a person and as his Personal Assistant.”
“It was something completely unconnected with you, that David said which connected with some things which had puzzled me for a long time. That led me to put them together and it seemed to point to you wanting me to take control over both of our lives. Looking this situation up on the internet, I found it is referred to as a ‘Female Led Relationship’. At first I thought that was it, but some things still didn’t add up. The revealing clothes you bought for me to wear and the suggestions you made, that I wear them in public. Also, several times you have suggested I go out without either a bra, or panties on. Twice, as I remember, you have asked me to go out without any underwear on at all and as you know, once, just to please you, I did do that. The constant pointing out of other men, suggesting I might find them attractive, and that contact magazine you bought and left where I would see it. When all that was added into this mix, I realised there still had to be something else going on. I then added ‘involving other men’ to the F.L.R search, it brought up the terms ‘HotWife’ and ‘Cuckold’. I didn’t even know what these terms meant, but when I looked on just one site, which was by someone who claimed to be a ‘HotWife’, I must admit, I freaked out. I must have scared David half to death, but I blamed it on a nasty text message and said I hadn’t had any breakfast so I must have fainted.”
“That was what led David to contact Mr Macintosh who authorised him to take time out of work to take me to a nearby cafe, where he sat me down with coffee and a full breakfast while we talked. He had picked up my phone which I had dropped and had seen the site I was looking at. He thought it was because of his confession of love I had been looking at it and had freaked out. That was when I decided to explain to him my concern over what was happening in our marriage. He told me that if my fears were true, it was not a unique situation, although it isn’t exactly a common one. He showed me some other sites that talked about this and showed me a lot of pictures from them. The more I saw the more I was convinced this was the only scenario that fitted everything I had been concerned about.”
“I want to make this clear. At no time did David try to lead or guide me to the conclusions I came to. Although he had already told me he was in love with me, he did not at any time suggest any of the courses of action I then followed. He cleared the time out of work with the M.D, who very kindly told him to stay with me as long as he thought I needed someone. He brought me home and at my request, left me here at the front door. He did not come in, he went back to work. When I wrote that email on our computer I was alone in this house. In that email I tried to make you realise the seriousness of what I was afraid you wanted. I did everything I could to make you step away from this. That you didn’t has convinced me that this must be a long held desire of yours, so it was foryou, not me, that I responded as I did and went along with what you wanted. This evening’s dinner with David, which I had already phoned you about before any of this happened, was going to be purely for us to try and sort out if, following his declaration of love; we could continue to work together. Your actions when you came home tonight were what changed that agenda from discussing a purely work situation to us talking about the possibility of a personal relationship between us as well.”
“The first time David knew what was in that email was when I showed it to him when we came home from our dinner date. I had talked to him about what you wanted and it was me who made the suggestion that a sexual relationship between us might also now be possible. We did stop on our way home and kissed and cuddled for about forty minutes. He did touch and caress my breasts during this cuddling, with my full consent, in fact, I undid my jacket and blouse and it was me who guided his hand inside my blouse so that he could touch my bare breasts. I want you to know that at all times he has acted like a perfect gentleman. Without the support he has given me and has promised to continue to provide, I don’t think I would be taking this anywhere near as calmly as I am.”
“I now want to know what led up to that confrontation with Mick last night. Had you, at some time, given him any reason to believe his attentions might be welcomed by me? When he asked me to dance that night at the club, had you dropped hints that I might be receptive to an approach by him? Is that why he kept groping my bottom and asked me to go outside with him?”
John looked into Sarah’s eyes. “No, that was just Mick being Mick. It was when we were talking in the club a couple of weeks after that dance, that he first began to say how much he liked you and to suggest that he would like to see you again.”
“So when he asked me to dance” said Sarah, “And he kept inserting his knee between my legs and rubbing himself against me, you didn’t know what he was doing and you hadn’t suggested to him that you wouldn’t object if he had sex with me? You hadn’t suggested that if he could get me to agree, he had your blessing to go to bed with me?”
“No! I would never have done that” said John.
“I am very glad to hear that, because if I thought you had, I am telling you now that our marriage would be over. David has told me to take tomorrow off and come back to work on Monday. If I thought for one moment that you had actually tried to ‘set me up’ with that disgusting piece of rubbish, the first thing I would have done tomorrow morning would be to consult a solicitor to ask for a divorce. To ensure it happened as speedily as possible I would have cited your homosexual affairs as proof of the ‘Irreconcilable Breakdown’ of our marriage.”
“So, how did last night’s ‘confrontation’ begin? What happened to start all that off? I know it kicked off in the toilets and that Bill had to come in and separate you. I got that much from Bill, when I talked to him this afternoon. I think he is in trouble from Lorraine, for not having told her that the trouble in the club he mentioned to her involved her friend’s husband, but I am sure they will sort that out. Lorraine and I went round to Mick’s home and I had a word with his wife. I made it very plain to her that I found Mick’s attentions unwelcome, and the steps I would take if they continued. He was there and suggested that maybe Lorraine might want to play, but she left him in absolutely no doubt that she wasn’t interested either. He will be formally barred from the club tomorrow night at the committee meeting, so you will not see him there again. So! What happened? I am waiting and this time I want the whole truth.”
“He was bragging that he had been having sex with a woman he was doing some work for” said John. “He showed us some pictures of her that he had taken. Then he said that her husband not only knew he was having sex with her, Mick said it turned him on that she was being fucked by someone with such a big cock and he liked to be in the room to watch while Mick shagged her. I suggested that she was nothing more than a prostitute. She was paying for the building work by having sex with the builder, but Mick laughed at that. He said if anyone was the prostitute it was him, because the job was paid for in full and the woman’s husband gave him a nice bonus for having kept his wife so happy. He said the woman still phoned him occasionally to ask him to pop round because there was ‘something she needed him to apply his special talents to’. He said her husband was usually there to watch, but sometimes she called him when her husband was at work because she thought it was more intimate if they were alone.”
“The thought of you being with another man does turn me on quite a lot and Mick saw that I had an erection. I excused myself and went into the toilets, hoping to calm down a bit, but he followed me in there. I was standing at the urinal trying to pee, which isn’t easy with an erection. He winked at me and said that he liked you a lot and was sure you had something that needed the services of a ‘good builder’ like him to take care of. That was when he said he could see I liked the idea of someone watching someone else fuck my wife. He said he would be only too happy to fuck you for me while I watched. Then he referred to you as ‘a sexy bitch’ and made the other statements I told you about last night. I wasn’t trying to ‘pick him up’, honestly, although I admit seeing the size of his cock did cause something of a flutter inside me.”
Sarah was silent for a moment, then she said “So, Let me get this right. For at least three years you have fantasised about being submissive to me, and me having sex with another man. I must assume that these desires have not just suddenly appeared, but you have wanted to have sex with other men for longer than the one year you say you have been doing it. When did you first realise you had these desires John?”
John was unable to meet her eyes. “I think I first realised I had these feelings when I was about 18, but I tried to deny them” he replied. “Joining that club was the first time I really admitted that I was actually bi-sexual and my focus was becoming more and more towards being gay.”
“When we accidentally went into that bar on the South Coast, and you realised it was a Gay Bar. Was that why you were in such a hurry to get out of there?” Sarah asked.
“Yes, I saw two men kissing and I knew then that it was what I wanted. I think I have always had a desire to dress in ladies clothes and I thought this thing about other men was just a part of that. When I saw those men, doing that so openly, I knew then I wanted to be like them and I think that scared me, so I ran from it.”
“But it wouldn’t go away would it?” Said Sarah. John shook his head.
“But that ‘Gay Bar’ incident happened over three years ago John, and you bought the first ankle chain for me the summer before that. Keeping in mind what I said about Lies, Mistakes and Omissions, do you not think you should review the time frame involved here? I think we should start from when you bought me that ankle chain, don’t you? In case you thought, because of the relaxed nature of this talk so far, you were no longer under the directive, made at the start of this discussion, I would like to point out that this is your First warning and it is for attempting to mislead me. I remind you that the next one will be your last. Continue!”
John thought back, trying to remember exactly when these things happened. He knew Sarah had a much better memory than he did for what had happened and when, so he knew he had to get this right. He decided in that moment it would be much safer to ‘come clean’ than risk Sarah finding more inconsistencies in his story.
“I am sorry” he said, “I had forgotten it was so long ago that I bought you that ankle chain. When I bought that I had been thinking about buying an anklet for you for some time. I first heard of the significance of them when I used to go to watch ‘United’ at their home games and a group of us were having a drink before the game. There was a lady in the pub who was wearing one and one of the lads said about it. I knew I couldn’t tell you what wearing an anklet meant, but when I saw a range of chains in a jewellers shop window while we were away on holiday, I decided to buy one for you. The jeweller had a smirk on his face when he cut the length needed and fixed the clasps onto the ends. The engraved disc I bought at the same time. Then before I plucked up courage to tell you what the significance of where they are worn is, that man approached you and you came back to the hotel, blazing mad at me for having bought you something which, you said, marked you out as little better than a slut. After that I never dared to show the disc to you.”
“Thank goodness for one thing” said Sarah, “At least you didn’t get it engraved around here. So, if you bought that disc with the chain, you must have been thinking about me meeting with other men for sex for about four or five years now?”
“Yes. It must be that long. It was after that I began to try and visualise the kind of man you might like, and that led to me thinking about seeing you with him. I then found I was spending more time wondering about his penis, and what it would be like. Then we went into that bar and the whole emphasis of my desires changed. It really scared me, because it was the first time I really accepted it was what I wanted. I must have fought against it for almost a year, before I plucked up courage to go into town and seek out that club. I had seen an advertisement for it in a local paper in the personal column. The address turned out to be a single door down a side street and I think it was the scariest thing I have ever done, ringing that doorbell. A hatch in the door opened and I asked if this was ‘Clarence’s’. The man asked if I had been before and I just said ‘No, but I saw your advert in the paper’. He opened the door and I stepped inside. He closed the door behind me then he told me to sign in. He gave me a sheet with the club rules printed on it, and directed me down a flight of stairs to the bar. Everyone seemed friendly, but I didn’t stay very long, just over an hour. It was really a very nice place. Comfortable, well ventilated, the drinks were not hugely expensive and nobody bothered me. I was afraid when I went that I would be molested by predatory gays, but everyone was quietly chatting, much the same as in any other club. Then an older man came and sat beside me and started to talk to me. It turned out he was the owner, and he was very nice. He didn’t ask about my sexual preferences at all, just ‘how did I hear about Clarence’s, and what did I think of the place, that sort of thing. I told him that this was all very new to me. He then asked if I was aware that this was a Gay Club, and I said I was. Then he asked if I was married and if my wife knew of these desires I had. I didn’t really know what to say so I just said I was married. He smiled and said “Still in the closet then.” I laughed at this and used a phrase I had heard, I think it was on TV, I said “So far back I am almost in Narnia”. He laughed at this and told me I wasn’t alone, many other members were in the same boat, or closet. I joined Clarence’s that night, and have been going occasionally ever since.”
“So you have been a member there for what, two years?” said Sarah.
“I think it’s just over two years” said John.
“So you have been a member of this club for over two years. I think you might now want to re-assess, the time frame you have been meeting men for sex?” asked Sarah. “After all, from what you have said so far, for over two years you have been going to a gay club and you are asking me to believe you never interacted with anyone you met there until a year ago? Somehow I think this is rather unlikely and because of this, I am issuing your second and final warning. Nightdress up around your chest and knickers down around your knees, kneeling across the end of the bed….. NOW JOHN! Hesitation will bring you the first punishment stroke right now, so DO IT!”
John did as she ordered and knelt over the end of the bed.
“Perhaps now you would like to continue” said Sarah pleasantly, “But before you move on, I am now interested in when you began to have sex with other men. At this point I suggest you stick to the truth, and it had better be believable, because I assure you, you will know instantly, if I don’t believe you.”
“It was about 18 months ago” John admitted, “With another member of the club. He invited me back to his flat for a drink and one thing led to another, and he sucked me. I didn’t do anything to him, he just ………Aaaah! Oh My God! ……… No Sarah! ….. Please!”
“I think we should try that one again, don’t you?” She said. “The next time you think I am joking about how I will inform you that I do not believe you, I suggest you bite the bedspread, because if you make that amount of noise again I will have to gag you. Now if you want to be able to sit comfortably at your desk tomorrow, I think it is time you realised that I am serious and you had better stop trying to lie your way out of this.”
“You have got away with your lies for this long because I didn’t understand, until tonight, that the man I married ten years ago is a cheating, lying, homosexual cocksucker, who took me for a fool. Now! Did I miss anything out there? ….. No? …… I didn’t think I had. I think that sums up how, at this moment, I see you. You have got away with it up to now, but I promise you, that stops right here and right now!”
“So! Would you like to reconsider that last answer now?”
“We kissed and cuddled for a while and then we sucked each other, Sarah.”
“All right! Now, if he was your first ‘gay friend’, let’s start with him and work forwards. How many times did you go with him to have sex?”
“Twice Sarah. It was only twice.”
“All right! So how many other male sex partners have you had, in total, during the two years plus that you have been a member of that club?”
“Twelve. Ahhhhhh! …. Oh My God!….. That is the truth Sarah! ….. I swear it is!”
“Let me point out that although I warned you I would not allow any new lies, you have still continued to tell them. You are going to understand that I am no longer going to allow that. You repeated your earlier lie, with only a small change, the number of times became the number of partners. I allowed that change as a ‘mistake’ you wanted to correct, but now the number of sex partners has now gone up from four to twelve, plus the one you went with twice from that club. That is thirteen different male sex partners in the last two years, so the four partners you changed to from the four times, was obviously a new lie, wasn’t it? Now! I want to know how many times in total have you had sex with men.”
“I am not absolutely sure, but about twenty two, maybe twenty five times.”
“That’s better! You seem to be learning the new rules. You see, it’s quite simple. If I believe you – That’s fine. If I don’t; if I think it is, or even might be another lie – It will hurt. That answer, by the way, I think was on the borderline, but on this occasion you got the benefit of the doubt. I don’t suggest you rely on always getting that.”
“When did the incident you told us about with the cross dresser happen?”
“A year ago ……. Ohhh Shit! ……. Oh My God …….. No! ….. Six months ….. It was six months. Honestly Sarah it was just six months ago.”
“I see. Just when I thought you were starting to understand our new relationship, you just had to try it again didn’t you? The truth John! If you want to be able to sit down tomorrow with any degree of comfort, I just want the truth. You say you prefer to give oral to your partners, but how many times have you taken it in your arse?”
“Four times Mistress”
“Thank you John. I am glad to see you have at last remembered the proper way to address me. I have one last question for tonight. How many times have you had your cock in another man’s arse?”
John was almost crying. “Twice Mistress!”
“There now, I think I have heard enough for tonight, John. That is of course unless you have any more ‘mistakes or omissions’ you wish to correct while this ‘one time only’ concession is still in force?”
John shook his head.
“Very well! I want you to remember the lessons you have learned here tonight. I am not prepared to be lied to anymore. For at least half of our married life you have got away with telling me these lies and that is now over. You admit to having sex with thirteen different men, on at least twenty five occasions over the last two years. I am not convinced that is entirely true, but I did allow you the benefit of the doubt about that. I warn you now, your record of lies don’t suggest to me that such leniency is deserved, so unless you have come to like being unable to sit down, I would recommend you stick strictly to the truth in future. If I catch you in a lie again John, I assure you tonight’s ‘introduction’ to telling the truth will pale into insignificance.”
“Six of those times have involved anal penetration, so although you say, oral is your preference, obviously anal is acceptable, both giving and receiving. This leaves at least nineteen times, including the one six months ago, that you have sucked other men off and swallowed their semen in a 24 month period.”
“The outright lies you told us downstairs I have let pass, because I had said that you could correct ‘mistakes’ without punishment. Remember though, that concession was a ‘one time only’ deal, so all future lies will be punished. Remember also, that tonight you have only received three strokes at ‘punishment strength’. Your response to those strokes has told me that should I need to administer further punishments I will need to gag you before I begin, or you will wake the neighbours. You now know what a punishment stroke with my ‘corrector’ feels like. I hope I will not have cause to refresh your memory of that sensation, because I can always increase the amount of effort used when applying them, should I feel they have not been effective enough.”
“You will now put yourself to bed, in here. Tomorrow I have things I need to do, so I will be using the car. I will take you to work and I will be there to collect you when you finish. I have a new mobile phone number which you will put into your mobile at breakfast, so you will be able to contact me should you need to during the day. I hope you now realise that both of our lives are going to be very different from now on. Remember, you are the one who started this, and it is only because of our marriage and the feelings I had for you, that I agreed to go along with it. I didn’t realise then how much of a change this would be, or how much your desires had changed. Those changes are now the new reality of what our relationship has become.”
“I have no intention of even trying to go back to what our lives were before. I refuse to base my life on what I now realise was a web of lies and deceit, so either we go forward into whatever our marriage has now become, or we end it completely. Those are now the only alternatives that are open. I want you to think about that, John! At this moment I do not foresee any possibility of rekindling the relationship I thought we had. You will note I say that I thought we had. That relationship is over; it has been destroyed totally by your actions. I have to think about where I wish to go from here and I will inform you of that, when I have had time to consider my options. I will see you in the morning. Goodnight.”
As she closed the bedroom door behind her, in spite of the seriousness of the changes she was facing, Sarah couldn’t prevent a small smile from crossing her face. Her apparent ability to know when John was lying wasn’t because of some ‘woman’s intuition’ or psychic ability. She had noticed, when he told a lie he had ‘clenched his buttocks’ expecting her to hit him, this basically told her he was lying. With the exception of that first stroke, which she had administered because she thought it unlikely the man who took him back to his flat had done things to him without John having reciprocated in some way. After that when he told a lie, he flinched expecting to be struck, so she struck him.
After visiting the bathroom Sarah went to bed. Tomorrow would be a long and important day for her future and she needed to be fresh and alert to ensure that she was in control of the direction it took. Hers and David’s whole future depended on how she handled things at work, she couldn’t afford to get this wrong.