His by Carolyn Faulkner (recommended reading txt) 📕

Then he bent over and rescued a long, sturdy ruler like paddle from the trunk and began to apply firm, hard swats that had Raina shrieking with each abominable contact, not missing a beat as he spoke to Daniel like they were having tea at Buckingham Palace. "She needs to be disciplined frequently, any time, believe me, and yes, she gets attended to regularly, sometimes for punishment purposes and sometimes just because I want to."

Raina couldn't see it, but Daniel nodded quietly, not taking his eyes off of the tableau before him. He knew he was witnessing something very private and very rare - especially considering the two that were involved - and he didn't want to do anything to jeopardize his situation, and his hopes of perhaps witnessing more in the future.

Chapter Seven

But what he was seeing now was going to hold him for quite some time. He knew of Raina as a very successful businesswoman, but had never met her until that night when he'd been asked to come and assess the possibilities of applying some sort of permanent mark of ownership to her body at her owner's request.

As he watched and drank in all that was going on in the dining room, he marveled at the intricacies of their relationship, and how well Raina, who was reported to be a tiger in the boardroom, managed to submit to him. He'd watched her throughout dinner, seeing how readily she smiled, and how happy she appeared to be, and although he'd been in and out of the fringes of the BDSM scene simply because of the nature of his retirement hobby, he couldn't imagine how she managed to sublimate herself so completely to him as to accept the beatings and the intimate invasions she was apparently regularly subjected to, and now was being forced to do so in front of a virtual stranger.

But he did have to admit that it was definitely making it hard for him to sit comfortably in sympathy for the rapidly deteriorating condition of her bottom, as well as in consideration of the strength of his zipper.

Daniel had had to consider the invitation carefully when it had been issued. It was unusual enough to be invited to visit any couple during their honeymoon, but to have it extended by Mark Spencer was just that much more of a fluke that Daniel simply couldn't pass up, despite the fact that making women cry wasn't his thing.

He had to adjust himself in order to get more comfortable, and was also having to rethink his stance on discipline, considering the fact that he hadn't been this hard in years and it was all from being a passive observer of this completely perverted relationship.

"You should come here, Daniel, and get a better view." He was applying carefully calculated strokes across the fleshiest parts of her bottom that were already a fiery red, then working his way down the backs of her thighs, which she was obviously trying to avoid but flat out couldn't. She was trussed up quite expertly, and he was going to make sure that she felt each and every swat he decided to give her. Once he'd gone all the way down her legs, he started back up again, covering very recently scorched areas again, almost immediately.

Although he debated about it morally, Daniel found himself rising to tuck himself into a darker, but closer corner, leaning against the wall with his cigar still in his hand so that they had something else to do besides what he wanted, which was to jack himself off. He was appalled at the thought, and some of that puritanical outrage deflated his erection, but it returned full blown when he watched his friend squat down in front of his new wife and ram a very large dildo up inside her with absolutely no preparation.

Raina screamed, but then she'd been screaming for a while. Daniel was close enough, and she was spread obscenely enough, that he could see how she was stretched, and how absolutely callously her husband hooked the dildo into that harness contraption so that she couldn't rid herself of it, and he broke out into a sweat.

And it wasn't nearly at an end.

The next implement that was used on Raina was a thin, baton like rod that was no more than a foot long, but that apparently delivered an ungoldly sting. Daniel could hear it whistle through the air with each descent, as well as her whimpers and moans in reaction.

"Say something to Raina, Daniel, so she knows how close you are, and how much you're seeing."

Daniel shoved one hand in his pocket and cleared his throat. "You poor sweetie."

He got a considering look from his host, who continued to beat his wife. "She doesn't need your sympathy, Daniel. She needs firmness, she needs strictness, and she needs to feel that I care about her enough to look after her. That's what I give her with this. I give her what she needs. Sometimes I give her more than what she needs."

Their eyes met again, and Daniel gave him a distinctly doubtful look.

"You don't believe me?" He stopped creating angry red lines across his wife's bottom long enough to say, "Raina, tell Daniel what you need."

It took her a minute or so to collect herself enough to speak, and when she did her voice was weak and hoarse. "I need to be punished."

Daniel couldn't contain his snort. "Hardly a valid statement when given under such duress."

Her reprieve was over even before Daniel responded; he'd already gone back to creating intricate patterns of sting and ache all over her backside. "Well, she lives under duress - voluntarily. She's mine to do with as I please, by her own word and deed, and she'll never not have this in her life."

He switched implements almost seamlessly, dropping the baton and taking up an unforgiving