14 Days To Redemption 

By Buckaroo Bonzai



Day 5 - Inhibitions

Jack smiled with satisfaction at the pile of papers on his 
desk. It had taken him only a few hours to wade through the 
stack of work, leaving him plenty of time to plan for the 
next few days. Just thinking about it quickened his pulse. 
He'd discovered something about himself last night, and he 
was determined to explore it as much as possible. If only 
his conscience would leave him alone. 

Guilt was at the heart of it, he knew. And shame. He felt 
ashamed that he had treated his wife in such a rough and 
cavalier manner. Ashamed that he'd made her do such 
embarrassing things. And ashamed that he'd enjoyed it so 
much. 

He locked the door to his office, drew the blinds and turned 
to his desktop computer. As a VP in the company, he knew 
that he could expect a fair amount of privacy just by 
shutting his door. So, as he plugged the digital camera into 
the correct port, he knew he wouldn't be interrupted. The 
first image to appear on the screen brought all of his 
doubts, and his excitement, to the fore. His wife dangled 
before him from the ropes attached to her wrists and legs, 
naked from head to toe. Silver clamps painfully pinched her 
nipples between unyielding calipers, while a sturdy metal 
chain linked one breast to the other. He could clearly see 
into her slit, red and wet from his brutal manipulations. 
Her hair, matted with sweat, stuck plastered to her face, 
neck and shoulders. In her eyes he could see a wild mixture 
of fear, pain, surprise and pleasure. She looked as though 
she'd been brutalized, and knowing that he had been 
responsible sent a knife into his heart. 

Despite that, he felt a thrill begin to stir in his groin at 
the utter depravity of the scene before him. He paged 
through the images, looking more and more into his wife's 
eyes for some signs of enjoyment and pleasure. Though he'd 
been caught up in the excitement last night, he felt sure 
that he'd felt an undercurrent of pleasure in her reactions. 
And the pictures before him seemed to confirm his 
suspicions. 

He paused a moment, staring past the raw images on the 
screen. Why was it so important that Kelli enjoy what he was 
doing to her? She was the one who cheated, wasn't she? But 
that rationalization lasted only as long as it took to think 
it. He did care what Kelli thought, because he needed to 
have her trust and respect after their two-week experiment 
was over. If he were just going to use her and lose her, he 
could afford to be cold and mean. But even that wasn't part 
of his personality. He wasn't into the hurt. He was into the 
control aspect. He wasn't using punishment for pain, but 
punishment for behavior modification. But was that another 
rationalization? It was getting hard to tell.

Jack turned his attention back to the screen. After being 
relieved from this uncomfortable position, Kelli had neither 
screamed nor cried. Instead, she'd fallen against him with a 
sigh of relief. And in the morning she hadn't uttered a word 
of complaint, but simply awakened him with an excellent blow 
job, attended to his breakfast, bent over for her daily 
spanking, and helped him off to work. In fact, the only time 
the previous night had been mentioned was when he asked her 
how she felt. "Refreshed, Master," had been her reply.

Kelli had come a long way, there was no disputing that. She 
dressed as sleazily as any whore, expected and welcomed his 
fondling, performed her sexual duties with enthusiasm and 
freely accepted her submissive position. But, to date, it 
had all been accomplished in the privacy of their own home. 
While Kelli now seemed fairly comfortable displaying her 
body to Jack, she was still quite prudish when it came to 
the outside world. Today and tonight, Jack planned on 
changing that forever. 

The telephone's ring shook him out of his reverie. Twelve 
o'clock, on the dot. 

"Hello?" he answered, knowing it was Kelli but still aware 
that, at work, it might not be.

"What do you wish of me, Master?" Kelli's voice, a little 
nervous, sounded in his ear. 

"You're sitting at the computer, as I asked. Open up the 
file marked 'Show Me.' Tell me when it's running."

He waited a few moments, hearing the mouse clicking in the 
background. In seconds the screen flickered to life before 
him, revealing a live shot of his wife sitting before the 
computer almost 20 miles away. She wore, as he'd instructed, 
a white terrycloth robe, with nothing underneath it. It 
revealed enough of her breasts to make his mouth begin to 
water, even though he'd wrapped his lips around her tits as 
recently as that morning.He could see that the bathrobe was 
cinched at the waist, but the camera that he'd attached to 
the top of their computer did not show anything below that 
point. 

He waited as she adjusted the camera angle to his liking, 
and then settled back in her office chair with the phone 
clamped against her ear. Another brief command and both her 
hands were free, his orders now being relayed by speaker 
phone. 

"Undo the tie and pull the belt free."

He watched as she struggled to get the belt out of the 
loops, pulling the robe open in the process. Had her lover 
Roger experienced the same sort of thrill whenhe got his 
first glimpse at the body beneath the robe? The thought that 
he was duplicating the first step on his wife's adulterous 
path sent a tingle through his blood. And his wife looked 
just about as unwitting now as she must've when Roger had 
pulled the same trick on her. Her only focus was on the tie, 
and she seemed not to notice at all that her body was now 
fully exposed.

Just how exposed he would reveal to her at a later point. As 
he looked at the computer screen, he was pleased to see that 
someone besides him was watching his wife's first public 
performance. According to the chart on the window, 47 users 
had logged onto this channel of VoyaWife, one of the Net's 
largest adult webcam operators. Having gotten a glimpse of 
Kelli's delicious tits, the suggestions from the viewers 
were quickly scrolling across his screen. He'd turned off 
this feature on the computer at home, so that he could be 
the one to relay their orders. He was also recording the 
session for posterity.

<<Take the robe off. I need to see more of those great ta-
tas.>>

"Take off your robe, slave," he ordered into the phone, 
watching on screen as Kelli removed the short garment and 
set it aside.

<<Play with those tits. Lemme seehow hard your nips can 
get.>>

At his order, Kelli caressed her tits before the camera, 
pulling and twisting at the nipples, then pulling them 
upward to lick the jutting mounds. She seemed puzzled by the 
tameness of his orders, as well as why doing this by camera 
would be any more exciting than having the real thing when 
he got home. He actually had more than enough graphic 
suggestions to keep Kelli busy for many hours, but he wanted 
her first session to have some drama to it. So he was 
carefully editing the suggestions he passed on.

<<Spread your legs, you whore, so we can see your pink 
hotbox.>>

On screen, Kelli spread her legs far enough to drape them 
over the arms of the chair, leaving her pussy half-openand 
exposed. Though the camera didn't pick up the details, Jack 
knew that his wife's clit would be very erect just below the 
top fold of skin. Erect enough that a properly placed tongue 
might soon send out shock waves that would leave her 
breathless and panting. He knew what he'd be eating later 
that night! For now, though, he'd just have to be happy with 
the image before him and his imagination, just like the now 
54 subscribers who were sharing this moment.

<<Play with yourself. Rub your cunt and offer me your 
tits.>>

Kelli paused a moment, her face coloring as she stared at 
him through the camera's lens. Would this be the first time 
she refused an order? Apparently not. He grinned with 
satisfaction as she began playing with herself, one hand 
cautiously parting her slit while the other manipulated her 
tits, her off-balance form causing the chair to gyrate 
wildly. He could almost smell the sweet pungence of her 
juices, and wanted nothing more than to bend her over the 
desk and ram his cock deep into her dripping cunt. In the 
phone he could hear her heated panting, the small mews and 
moans she made as her fingers seduced and heated her fervid 
clit. The rest of her audience seemed just as appreciative, 
as the volume of the suggestions tailed off, presumably 
because each subscriber had at least one hand busy at 
another task. 

Kelli bucked against the chair as her fondling became more 
urgent, her juices flowing copiously enough to be visible 
even through the cheap computer camera. Eyes closed, her 
head thrashed from side to side, as sweat plastered strands 
of hair to her face and neck. She appeared totally oblivious 
of the camera now, completely mesmerized by the sensations 
running through her body. She'd abandoned her tits to put 
both hands to work between her legs, and from the gutteral 
panting he heard, Jack could tell that she was only seconds 
from getting off.

"Show us all your hot, nasty pussy, you whore," he whispered 
to her, as she feverishly pumped her cunt. The change in 
tone of his voice, his dirty talk, and her frantic rubbing 
all coalesced at once, driving her into a deep and 
shuddering orgasm. Even without hearing her cries over the 
telephone, you could just look at her face and see that 
she'd gone over the edge. Many of her observers must've also 
cum, because a new stream of suggestions regarding her next 
act flooded across his screen. But Jack could see that she 
was already exhausted. And he had plenty more activities 
lined up for her after he got home from work. Her fans would 
just have to wait for another day.

***

"Put on a top and skirt. We're going out." Jack still hadn't 
told Kelli about the trick he'd played on her that afternoon 
by broadcasting her performance over the web. That would be, 
he thought, counterproductive what he wanted to accomplish 
that evening. Kelli paused a moment to look down at her 
outfit before hurrying upstairs to comply. He could 
understand her consternation. As soon as he'd arrived home, 
he had her dress in the same yellow bikini that Roger had 
talked her into buying on their fateful trip together. The 
same bikini that she'd so easily slipped out of on the way 
to Roger's bed.

Watching her sexy ass bound up the stairs, Jack could 
appreciate how Roger felt that first moment he'd seen Kelli 
clad in that bikini. More lingerie than swimwear, it 
swaddled her ass and tits like a second skin, enhancing more 
than covering her most intimate parts. With her blond hair 
bobbing and her hips swaying, she could easily pass for one 
of the California goddesses you'd expect to see on the 
beaches of Malibu. Only this goddess was about as naïve as 
they come, and as easy to manipulate as a child.

No more than a minute later she raced down the stairs, 
dropping to her knees before him. Given that he only allowed 
her a few skirts and tops to pick from, he wasn't surprised 
to see her wearing a white halter top and a short denim 
skirt. He could see the yellow bikini top right through the 
halter top's thin fabric, and at his command Kelli lifted 
her skirt to prove that she still wore the thong bottom. He 
was pleased to see that she'd selected sluttish looking high 
heels to accompany this outfit. He wanted her to feel like 
the slut she was.

In the car he drove a seemingly aimless path, though he was 
simply waiting for darkness to fall. Because in the darkness 
the underbelly of society would venture out. The kind that 
would understand and appreciate the woman his wife would 
soon be. To pass the time as they drove, he had Kelli push 
her skirt up and finger herself, reaching over at the 
stoplights to press his fingers against her pussy. He could 
tell by the way she curled against the door that she was 
afraid that someone would spot them. But he persisted in his 
attentions. It whet his appetite, and gave Kelli just a 
little taste of what she would experience later. Not that 
she really suspected.

Finally, as darkness closed in, Jack pulled into the parking 
lot of a seedy motel. Kelli's eyes widened and her face 
colored, but instead of leading her to the office, he took 
her arm and pushed her to the street, "Let's take a stroll."

Jack drank in the atmosphere as he watched his wife walk 
beside him, her high heels and halter top accentuating the 
shape of her breasts, her skirt barely covering her thong. 
He could already feel the attention shift to her. They'd 
barely walked 200 yards before the first car pulled over and 
a man called out, "Hey, baby! Wanna date?" Jack smiled as 
his wife blushed three shades of red, darkening even as she 
realized what the man was implying. Her blush had hardly 
begun to fade when another car pulled up, with the driver 
leaning over  to comment, "Whooo, baby. You got that thang 
shakin! How 'bout you come and shake it for me?" 

With a glare in her eyes, Kelli turned to Jack accusingly, 
"They think I'm a...I'm a..."

"...A whore," he finished for her. "They think you're a 
whore for hire. And it's no wonder, walking around in the 
red-light district dressed like that." He chuckled as her 
face colored again, this time from something stronger than 
embarrasment. 

A couple dozen propositions later, Jack steered his wife 
into the entrance to "Cherry Pickers," one of the area's 
more popular strip clubs. A sign on the front informed them 
that it was "Ladies Night," although as far as Jack could 
remember, it was always "Ladies Night" at any strip club 
he'd attended. Though he couldn't see his wife blush, Jack 
felt her arm warm considerably when they walked inside and 
caught their first sight of all the naked women. Jack was 
intimately familiar with Kelli's thoughts on nude dancing, 
having heard all her arguments about why these women were 
"really" doing this...for drug money, because they were 
sluts, or because they were sent by the devil to lead honest 
men astray. That some were probably college girls trying to 
earn tuition, or single mothers trying to support their 
children was of no consequence to her. Tolerance and 
compassion were always in short supply in her religion.

Taking a table close to the stage, Jack ordered drinks for 
the two of them, not at all surprised by the exorbitant 
prices. Cherry Pickers was one of the few totally nude clubs 
in town, and it probably cost a lot to keep all the cops and 
judges paid off. As the scantily-clad waitress served their 
drinks, the music started and a parade of beautiful women 
took the stage. Pulling Kelli's chair close to his, he kept 
up a steady stream of banter, commenting onthis girl's 
dancing skills, that one's fake boobs, another one's shaved 
pussy, as well as telling her how much she could learn from 
these girls. At first his wife tried to ignore what was 
happening, but that proved nearly impossible with bodies 
writhing all around them. After a while, the blatant 
sexuality and stiff drinks had their effect, and Jack began 
to detect signsof enjoyment. Enough enjoyment, in fact, that 
when he descreetly placed his hand between her thighs, she 
simply squeezed his hand with her legs and hardly blushed at 
all. Encouraged, Jack decided to push her a little more. 

"Hey hun! How about a dance?" he called out to a cute, big-
breasted blond he'd been eyeing the whole evening. She came 
right over, no doubt more intrigued by the cash he'd left on 
the table than by the chance to dance for a hooker and her 
date. He waved her to the seat next to Kelli; there'd be a 
bit of a wait until the next song started. Her name was 
Crystal, they soon learned, and it was only $15 for a table 
dance, or $25 for a lap dance. With a wicked grin at Kelli, 
Jack suggested a lap dance that they could both share. As 
the current song ended, they arranged their chairs so that 
they sat side-by-side facing the small space between the 
tables, with Crystal in the middle. 

As soon as she started dancing, Jack knew that he'd made a 
good choice in Crystal. Erotic and enthusiastic, she quickly 
shed her bra and panties, revealing a well-toned body, an 
impressive set of melons, and a thinly shaved muff that led 
to a pair of short though prominent cunt lips. Ignoring his 
wife for a moment, Jack settled back and enjoyed the sight 
of this sexy woman playing to him, her hands running up and 
down her body in the most intimate way. His cock really 
stiffened, though, when she turned her attentions to his 
wife, her hands boldly caressing Kelli's arms, shoulders, 
and finally, her breasts. After catching his eye for 
permission, she straddled his wife's knee, pushing the skirt 
up until the bare fleshof her cunt rubbed against Kelli's 
leg. Jack watched in amazement as Crystal pressed her tits 
against Kelli's unprotesting face, and thought he would cum 
in his pants when she planted a soft, intimate kiss on his 
wife's trembling lips. When they parted, Jack was thrilled 
to see that his wife's nipples were clearly hard beneath her 
tight-fitting clothes, and that given the right situation, 
he could at least imagine her going quite a bit farther.

"You two have a good time tonight," Crystal smiled, as she 
collected her fee plus a generous tip from Jack. "Don't do 
anything I wouldn't do." After assuring her that they 
wouldn't, Jack grabbed Kelli's arm and fairly raced back to 
the car, pushing her into the backseat and falling in atop 
her. Savagely shoving her top out of the way, he gorged 
himself on her tits while shoving his fingers inside her 
cunt. She moaned and writhed below him, her cunt already hot 
and wet, her back arching as she tried to press all of her 
against him. Scooting upwards, he thrust his tongue between 
her lips, sucking her tongue and sweeping the inside of her 
mouth like  a mad snake. Then, just as suddenly as he'd 
attacked her, he let up.

"We've got one more stop to make," he growled at her, 
climbing back into the driver's seat. "Then you're going to 
get what's coming to you."Although she looked a little 
shocked at not getting fucked right away, Kelli nonetheless 
followed his instructions and clambered back into the 
passenger seat. "And by the way," he added, "you can take 
off your top and skirt. You're not gonna be needing them 
where we're going."

Twenty minutes later, Jack watched his wife squirm in 
consternation as he pulled into the half-filled parking lot 
of their church. As she glanced at the clock he could almost 
read her mind. It was Youth Night, and in just 30 minutes 
the parking lot would be swarming with teenagers, all of 
whom knew her on sight. Fortunately, all would now be in the 
classrooms, present and accounted for, as the group began 
their 20 minutes of prayers. Most importantly for Jack, his 
nemesis Roger was inside, and Jack wanted to leave him a 
message he'd always remember. 

Pulling an envelope from the glove box, he handed it to his 
trembling wife. "It's time we sent your Mr. Roger a little 
message about fooling around with someone else's wife. 
You're gonna take this letter over to his car and slip it 
under the windshield wiper. Then... you're gonna take off 
that little yellow top, and take off that skimpy yellow 
bottom, and leave those under his windshield too. 
Understand?"

"But Jack..." she only had a chance to blurt out before he 
jumped on her gaffe. 

"But nothing!" he nearly spat at her, his eyes suddenly 
narrowing. "You've just earned yourself a good punishment 
for not calling me 'Sir.' But if you don't do this, you're 
really going to learn what punishment is all about. And 
you'll be far more embarrassed than you'd ever be by doing 
this! Now you better get your ass out there before some of 
the kids see you!"

Sobbing silently, she took the envelope and opened the car 
door, shutting it quickly when she realized that the 
interior light illuminated her nearly naked body. After 
pausing for just a moment, she ran between the line of cars, 
briefly disappearing from view before stopping at Roger's 
white Lincoln. Fortunately, Roger had been paranoid enough 
to park under the streetlight, so Jack could plainly see his 
wife's actions. She looked back at him, as if wondering how 
much he could see. Then, as if making a hard decision, she 
frantically untied the thong and bikini top, constantly 
looking around to make sure no one was watching. After 
stuffing the wholetangled package under the wiper, she 
ducked down and crept between the cars. Seeing that she'd 
gotten that far OK, he decided to have some fun, and put the 
car into reverse, pulling all the way to the darkened edge 
of the lot. This move drew a hunted and vengeful look from 
his wife.

Things got even more exciting when, halfway back up the row, 
a car pulled in and the headlights passed over the spot 
where she'd been standing. She'd evidently seen it coming, 
though, and had hunched herself flat against the wheel of a 
Blazer. After the car continued through the parking lot, she 
gave up on her stealthy approach and simply ran for the 
safety of the car, slamming the door quickly to keep the 
light from shining for too long.

Though shaking from the exertion and adrenaline, Kelli 
turned to him and said, "All done, sir. I think he'll get 
the message."

"He'll get the message," he assured her, leering at her 
sweat-soaked body. "And now I've got a big message for you. 
Get out of the car." He smiled when her eyes went wide. "And 
get into the back seat," he finished, grinning even more 
broadly as he watched her try and open and close the doors 
as quickly as possible. He, on the other hand, moved 
leisurely, opening the back door to find his nervous wife 
already laying back on the seat, her legs bent and spread, 
ready for him to penetrate her. Though cramped, he still had 
enough room to loosen his pants and push them down far 
enough to release his cock. Kneeling over her, he stopped 
only a moment tosoak in her powerlessness before he leaned 
down and thrust his cock into her, splitting her cunt lips 
with a primal cry of triumph. 

Humping at her steadily, every glimpse of her body brought 
forth a memory from that evening and the last few days. Her 
lips intersecting with Crystal's. Her tits stretching under 
the chains and weights. Her cunt exposed to everyone on the 
Internet. Her ass tanned red from his spanking. Her legs 
tightly wrapped around his body. Her eyes, fearful, 
submissive, apologetic and excited. He heard a noise from 
outside and stopping with his cock still inside her, popped 
his head up to find the parking lot nearest the church was 
alive with teens and parents, with cars swinging around 
every which way. Jack knew that nobody would pay attention 
to the vacant car at the back, and unless a few teens were 
planning on a tough shortcut over the wall, nobody would 
walk by. But Kelli wouldn't realize that, he thought with an 
evil grin. 

"Looks like the group got out a little early tonight," he 
smiled down at her, winking obscenely. "Maybe I should ask 
some of the kids if they want to see their old teacher get a 
good old-fashioned fucking." He could see by the doubt in 
her eyes that she actually thought he might do that. He was 
capable of doing anything. Turned on by that thought, he 
redoubled his efforts to pound her down through the floor of 
the car, grinning as she flinched every time the headlights 
washed over their car.

By the time he pulled out of her, having left a huge load of 
his cum in her cunt, the parking lot had emptied of all but 
a few cars, leaving Roger's. Even as he struggled to pull 
his pants up over his still rigid cock, he saw Roger leave 
the building and approach his car, stopping in surprise when 
he saw the garments on his windshield. Hastily pulling it 
all free, Roger climbed into the car, and moments later the 
interior light went on. 

"I'm onto your scam, motherfucker," Jack intoned the words 
he'd written and that Roger was evidently reading. "You 
better watch your ass. And keep your hands off of my 
wife's." Seeing the light extinguish in Roger's car, Jack 
turned on his own headlights, and punching the accelerator 
to the floor drove straight at the white Lincoln, swerving 
close enough to see the shocked expression on Roger's face. 

"Yeah, he got the message," Jack said to the backseat, 
heading for home as Kelli struggled to pull her nude body 
from the floor of the car. "He got the message."