CHAPTER 12
Valerie
Chris stood in the center of the room, his arms crossed over his chest. His eyes traveled over me slowly, taking in every detail of the revealing nightgown, the way the fabric clung to my curves.
“Kneel,” he said quietly. “Right here.”
I sank to my knees on the plush carpet, my heart hammering so hard I could hear it in my ears. The position made me feel even more vulnerable, looking up at him while he stood over me fully clothed.
“I’ve been thinking,” Chris said, his voice calm and measured, “about how to handle your training. About what methods will be most effective with you.”
My breath caught.Training. That word again. He was talking about training me, his wife, like… like an animal. Like a pet to be housebroken.
“Corporal punishment will definitely be part of your life from now on,” he continued, and I felt my bottom clench at the words, remembering the switch. “You respond well to being spanked and whipped. I can tell that your body understands that language.”
I wanted to protest, to deny it, but the evidence was right there between my legs. Even now, even terrified, I could feel the dampness in my embarrassingly skimpy panties.
“But I don’t think a whipping is the right response to what happened today,” Chris said. “You got aroused on that horse. Your body responded to the stimulation in a way you couldn’t control, and then you felt ashamed. That’s not something I should punish with pain, despite the lie.”
Hope flickered in my chest. He wasn’t going to whip me? Relief flooded through me so powerfully I almost sobbed.
“Instead,” he said, his eyes boring into mine, “I think what you need tonight is a different kind of training. One that addresses the root of the problem.”
The hope died as quickly as it had bloomed. Something in his tone made my stomach drop.
“Go into the bedroom,” Chris commanded. “Lie on your back on the bed.”
I scrambled to my feet on trembling legs and walked into the bedroom. The king-size bed seemed impossibly large, its covers like a field of snow on which I would lie small and helpless. I climbed onto it and lay down, my whole body shaking.
Chris appeared in the doorway. “Now pull your knees up. Hold them high and wide. Show me everything.”
My mind went blank. I blinked at him, not understanding at first—or maybe understanding too well and refusing to accept it.
“What?” The word came out as barely a whisper.
“You heard me, Valerie. Pull your knees up to your chest. Hold them there with your hands. Spread them wide so I can see how your pussy and your bottom look in those sexy panties.”
Oh, God.Oh, God, he wanted me to… to display myself. To hold myself open for his inspection like the most shameless, wanton bad girl I could imagine.
“Please,” I whimpered, my hands clutching at the quilt beneath me. “Please don’t make me do that. I’ll… I’ll let you whip me instead. Please, sir, just whip me, I can take it?—”
“You’ll do as you’re told,” Chris said, his voice hard. “And if I need to whip you as well, I will. But you’re still going to show me your body exactly as I choose to see it.”
Tears spilled down my cheeks. “Chris, please?—”
“Now, Valerie.”
My hands moved without my permission, reaching down to grasp behind my knees. I pulled them up slowly, my face burning with humiliation. Higher. Higher. Until my knees were nearly touching my chest.
“Wider,” Chris commanded.
A sob tore from my throat as I spread my knees apart. I could feel everything—the cool air against my most private places, the way the tiny panties did nothing to cover me in this position. I knew exactly what he could see. My bare bottom. The thong pulled tight between my cheeks. The gusset of mypanties stretched over my pussy, the fabric probably damp and transparent from my arousal.
“That’s it,” Chris murmured, and I heard him moving closer. “That’s what an obedient wife does when her husband wants to look at the place where he’s going to put his cock.”
I squeezed my eyes shut, unable to look at him. Unable to see his face as he gazed at me like this.
“Open your eyes,” he said. “Look at me while I inspect you.”
