The Abduction of Kelsey (17 page)

James:
Hi Earl. Can we chat privately for a few minutes?

Earl:
Sure. What’s up, James?

James:
I just had an incident with my wife. She was very disobedient.

Earl:
Not good. What happened?

Did he tell Earl what Kelsey had actually done? As far as Earl knew, theirs was a consensual relationship. If he admitted the extent of what had happened, he might end up sharing more than was wise.

James:
She was noncompliant with a writing assignment I gave her. When I rebuked her for it, she raised her hand to me. She struck me.

Earl
: Raising your hand to your husband is a very serious infraction. A woman who does that clearly doesn’t know her place. Not to be too harsh, James, but when a wife behaves like that, it’s because the husband is too lax. You have failed in your teachings. She is not learning her lessons properly.

James
: I put her in the punishment closet. I was afraid to do much else at this point, because I was acting out of anger. I know how important it is not to punish your wife in anger, but rather to wait until you are calm and rational.

Earl:
That’s certainly true. I admire your restraint. But remember that important adage about sparing the rod. Grave actions call for a grave response. She must learn that under no circumstances must she ever raise a hand to you. The lesson must be burned into her consciousness. I have found with my own wife that adding humiliation to the punishment makes for a more lasting impression.

James:
How do you mean?

Earl:
Well, not to put too fine a point on it, but some women, especially women who engage in our lifestyle, get a kind of thrill, sexual or otherwise, from corporal punishment. It becomes an almost erotic experience for them. But if you were to add a humiliation element, say, for example, if you were to take a video of her doing something private and post that video on our website for others to comment on, that might make more of an impact.

James felt his cock harden at the thought of displaying his woman for all the world to see. Prudence quickly intervened, however. Kelsey was officially a missing personal, after all.

James:
We’re kind of private that way. I wouldn’t want to splash her face over the internet.

Earl:
Who said anything about her face? Put a hood over her head. That could be part of her humiliation. It’s dehumanizing. Make her do something normally kept private, something she wouldn’t want the world to see.

James:
Like masturbating?

Earl:
Sure. Something like that, or maybe something even more private, like making her squat on newspaper to move her bowels while you film it. I have found just the threat of such a punishment
very
effective in keeping my wife in line.

James wasn’t sure filming Kelsey taking a dump was the way he wanted to go, but he had to admit the idea of public humiliation was arousing. Still, there was the core issue still to deal with.

James:
She said she hates me.

His face burned as he typed those words, and he was glad for the relative anonymity of the internet.

Earl:
She doesn’t mean it. If she’s in this lifestyle, she wants your firm hand. She yearns for your control. She’s just testing you, the way a child does. She’s pushing the envelope. She’s relying on you to put her in her place. It’s where she longs to be. It’s where she needs to be. It’s up to you to put her back there so she feels cherished and safe.

James leaped on Earl’s words, hope suddenly flaring where a moment before all had been dark. Maybe Earl was right! She had just been testing him. She
wanted
him to come down on her with a firm hand. She
needed
him to help her get to where she belonged. His mistake had been in being too easy on her. He needed to show her in no uncertain terms that he was in charge, no matter what she did. His love was unconditional, but so was his control.

Earl:
You still there, James?

James:
Yes. I was just mulling over what you said.

Earl:
Let me know when you’re ready. We’ll do a public announcement on the site, and I’ll send emails to all the members encouraging them to watch and comment. Your wife will think long and hard before she dares to raise her hand to you again. But James, don’t forget one thing.

James:
Yes?

Earl:
Once she’s been chastised, you must find it in your heart to forgive her, wholly and without reservation. That’s the beauty of our kind of lifestyle. You punish her, but then you let it go, and the two of you can move forward with a clean slate. No lingering resentments, no recriminations. Just a purer love, made all the stronger by your firm hand and her repentant tears.

James:
Thanks, Earl. I knew you’d have good advice. I’m feeling much better.

Earl:
Glad to be of help. Don’t dawdle now. You need to act fast, while the transgression is still fresh. Make the video now, punish her as you need to, and then let it go and move on.

James logged off, excited by what he was going to do. Earl was right—it was up to him to train Kelsey. If she still thought she hated him, it was because he wasn’t doing a good enough job teaching her to accept her position as his obedient wife. He would do better, starting now.

He got a pillowcase from the linen closet, along with a hank of rope and a roll of duct tape. He placed the items on the edge of the bathtub and returned to the bedroom. He slid back the latch that kept the closet closed and pulled the door open.

Kelsey was lying on her side, curled into a fetal ball. She blinked as light flooded the small space. James saw the bruise that bloomed over her cheek like a purple flower, and his heart constricted with remorse, until he remembered the knife, and her murderous intent.

“Get up,” he said brusquely. He reached for her, pulling her to her feet. She swayed as her eyes swept the long gash on his shoulder, her mouth falling open. “That’s right,” James said as he pulled her out of the closet. “You did that. You could have killed me. I hope you’re proud of yourself.”

“I’m sorry, James. I—”

“Save it. I don’t want to hear it right now. Not a fucking word.”

Wisely, she shut her mouth. He led her to the bathroom and pointed to the tub. “Get in and stay on your feet. We’re going to make a movie.”

She shrank back. “I said get in,” James said, half-lifting her as he forced her into the bathtub. “This is what’s called a humiliation exercise. Humiliation is an important tool, especially when training a disobedient willful wife such as yourself. Here’s what’s going to happen.” As he talked, he pulled her hands behind her back and clipped her wrist cuffs together. “You’re going to pee while standing up while I take a video of you. You’re going to spread your legs and spread your cunt with your fingers so everyone can see you piss on yourself. Because I don’t want to show your face on the internet, I’m going to put a hood over your head. And because I can’t trust you to keep your mouth shut, I’m going to tape it shut.”

“No, James. Please, this can’t—”

“I said shut up!” James clenched his hand into a fist, aware he’d been about to strike her again.
Not in anger,
he reminded himself.
Not in anger.
He reached for the duct tape and pulled a strip from the roll. Putting one hand on the back of her neck to hold her still, he pressed the sticky tape over her mouth. Ignoring her muffled cries, he placed the pillowcase over her head and tied it in place around her neck with the rope.

His cock was rock hard as he drank in the sight of his naked girl with a hood over her head, her pretty breasts still sweetly welted from the morning whipping. “Spread your legs,” he barked. “I know you must have to pee after all that tea you drank at lunch.”

Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out his cell phone. “Go on. Show the world what a filthy little cunt you are. Piss for the camera, Kelsey.” He hit the record button as he peered through the lens and said in a loud voice, “Wife, this is your punishment, and then all will be forgiven, as long as you promise to be a good girl from now on.”

Kelsey stood still as stone for several long, defying moments. James paused the recording. “Do it, Kelsey. Or I’ll tie you to the beam and whip you until you bleed. Is that what you want?”

He started the recording again. He would count to three. One… Two…

She reached with trembling hands for her pretty, smooth cunt, pulling the delicate lips apart as she spread her long, shapely legs. She stood that way for several seconds, and then a stream of golden urine splashed down, hitting the white porcelain with a satisfying splatter.

Again speaking for the camera, James said, “With this demeaning act, you have cleansed away your sins. Now we start over, you and I. A loving but firm husband and his obedient, willing wife.”

Kelsey fell to her knees, and her shoulders began to shake. The poor darling was crying. James turned off the recording and slipped his phone into his pocket. He reached for the makeshift hood, quickly untying the rope and pulling it from Kelsey’s head. “This will hurt a little, but I’ll make it as fast as I can.” He slipped his finger beneath an edge of the duct tape and ripped it quickly away.

He turned on the faucet and splashed it over Kelsey’s legs and cunt, and then helped her to climb out of the tub. He pulled her into his arms. “All is forgiven, as I promised. After a stay in the punishment closet to contemplate your sins, we’ll start with a clean slate. We will work extra hard, much harder than before, so I can help you learn your place as my obedient wife, my darling Kelsey. I won’t give up on you, even if you’ve given up on yourself. Ours is a sacred bond and nothing, not even your childish anger, can break that bond.”

James’ cock was throbbing. Though he hadn’t planned to, he found himself pushing Kelsey to the bath rug. He draped himself over her soft, lovely body, forced his thigh between her legs and guided his cock into her tight, silky perfection.

“I love you,” he whispered. “No matter what.”

“Hold out your hands, palms up. I’m going to ask you a series of questions. If you answer incorrectly, I will chastise you. Don’t feel bad if you mess up—it’s part of the learning process. Once we’re done with the lesson, as long as I see you’ve made the effort, you’ll have something to eat.”

At least she was out of the punishment closet. Kelsey wasn’t sure how much time had passed since he’d forced her to pee in the tub. At least a day and a night, she thought, most of it spent curled in an uncomfortable ball on the floor of the pitch dark punishment closet. After the first several hours, she’d dared to knock on the door, begging to be let out, but James had ignored her. Eventually she gave up, worried she might be adding time to the punishment by speaking out. Surely he would have to let her out eventually.

She had slept fitfully off and on during the enforced captivity. At times she’d made herself stand up and move as much as she could in the small space to keep her muscles from cramping. After a while, though, she’d been too hungry and dizzy to bother.

She was kneeling now on the throw rug in the bedroom, glad at least to be in the light, though she felt hollow inside, aching with hunger and so very thirsty. James had set up the folding TV tray beside her, a plate of sliced apples, cheese and crackers taunting her, along with a big glass of iced tea.

She held out her hands as instructed. Her arms felt heavy, and she hoped this stupid lesson would be over quickly. Then she saw the birch switch in his hand. It was shorter than the one he sometimes used on her ass, but looked just as thin and whippy. James flicked it several times in the air, the whooshing sound a menacing promise. Kelsey’s palms tingled and it took all her will not to drop her arms and wrap them protectively around herself.

Just answer correctly. You can do that. You know what he wants. Give it to him, and then you can eat and drink.

James hit his own palm lightly with the switch as he stared down at her. “Question number one. What are you?”

Okay, that was easy. He’d asked her that often enough. “An obedient wife.”

The sudden cut of the switch across her left palm made Kelsey scream in both surprise and pain. Instinctively she brought her hand to her mouth, pressing it hard against her lips as she moaned.

“I chastised you because you forgot how to address me properly. Who am I?”

“Sir,” Kelsey replied as she blinked back her tears. “I’m sorry, sir.”

Damn it. She knew that! It was Obedience Wife Training 101. How had she forgotten?

James nodded. “I forgive you. I know you’re hungry and aching. We’ll start over. Back in position—palms up. Next time I chastise you, don’t move out of position or I’ll put you back in the closet. Now, what are you?”

“An obedient wife, sir.” Kelsey looked down at her palms. The left one had an angry red line across it that throbbed and stung.

“Much better.”

Concentrate. You can do this. Just get through it.

Kelsey’s eyes slid toward the waiting food. She swallowed, waiting for the next question.

“When does an obedient wife speak?”

“When she’s asked a direct question, sir.”

“When your husband asks something of you that you find challenging, do you tell him you can’t or won’t do it?”

“No, sir.”

“What is the proper response?”

“If it pleases you, sir, then it pleases me.”

James nodded. “Very good.” He paused, tapping the switch lightly against his thigh.

“Why do I keep you shaved?”

Kelsey bit her lip, trying to think. He shaved her underarms, legs and pussy every other day. She had to lie down on the bathroom floor and hold very still while he did it. Once he’d nicked her, and then he’d spanked her for causing him to do it, claiming she’d moved, though she hadn’t. He was always rambling on about why he meted out this or that punishment, couching the abuse in terms of his obedient wife bullshit, but what was his specific rationale for the shaving?