You Said Forever (Club Decadence) (3 page)

“OK Regan.  Get the leather paddle.”

With flaming cheeks she did as instructed.

“I want to see and hear hard strokes, babe.  Start with your right cheek.  I’ll count.”

Video sex was nothing new to them.  He had introduced her to it while serving overseas for so many years.  It was exciting and always seemed wickedly salacious to Regan, which added to the thrill.  It helped keep them close all those years and eliminated the awkward reunions that often followed long separations.  Stunned by the things he got her to do on camera, she awkwardly slapped her own ass with their round leather paddle.  It was a pitiful first attempt and made a weak splat against her skin.

“Tsk Tsk Tsk.  That is the poorest excuse for a swat I’ve ever seen.  Try again.”

“It’s not easy to do to yourself…Master.”  She almost forgot and before she earned another ten, she tacked on the respectful title he often demanded while they played.

“Again, Regan.”

This time she changed the angle and the paddle landed a little better making a small thwack as it landed.

“Better but it still needs work.  These practice swats don’t count so you’ll have to keep going until I’m satisfied with the sound and intensity.  Don’t hold back on me now, your skin isn’t even pink from those first puny two.”

She repeated the strokes again and again until by the eighth attempt she was spanking to his satisfaction.  She was feeling the bite of the leather by now.  Rick had her give herself five swats on the same cheek before moving to the other.  The angle was different for the left cheek and took some practice.  This time it only took her two swats before her technique met with his approval and she completed her ten with five more swats on the left cheek.

“Excellent.  You have two very rosy cheeks, my beautiful girl.  I hope you now have a better appreciation of how hard I work when I punish you.  Not so easy is it?”

She rolled her eyes; he was so arrogant sometimes.

“Don’t roll your eyes at me, Regan.”

Startled, she looked back over her shoulder at his grinning face.  “How do you know I rolled my eyes?”

“I know you better than anyone, babe.  Didn’t you roll them?  Be honest.”

“Well, yes I did but I didn’t think you would see and I certainly didn’t think you would guess.”

He laughed at her look of irritation.  “Roll over on your back.”  He waited for her to get in position and then had her work the pink vibe into her sopping wet pussy.  His girl always liked a good spanking; now he knew she liked even ones that were self-administered.

“OK, now I want you to raise your legs and pull them to your chest.  Hold them together with you left arm while you give yourself another ten swats with the paddle.  Your manners have been atrocious lately and I’m not cutting you any slack just because I’ve been away.”

She hesitated. Was he serious?  How humiliating!  Of course, he had spanked her this way on several occasions.  He called it the diaper position and she knew it would totally expose her plugged ass and pussy.

“Do you have something you want to say to me, sub?”

“No Master.  I just had an image in my mind of what I’m going to look like and it freaked me out a little.”

“No need to get freaked, babe.  It’s just you and me.  Now, are you ready to do as you’re told or should we add a few more swats to the tally?”

She pulled her legs into the awkward position and flushed as she heard his praise.  “Fuckin’ A Regan, you are so gorgeous you make my hair stand on end.  You have no idea how beautiful you look with your juices glistening on your skin, that pink vibe buried deep and your pink little asshole stretched wide by that big black plug.”  She heard him groan and could hear the faint sound of skin on skin as he touched himself.  “Have you got both vibes as high as they’ll go?”

“Yes, Sir.”  She was taking in big gulps of air as she tried to focus on anything other than the two toys pulsating inside her.  Despite the humiliation factor, being so exposed to him through this scandalous online play really had her excited.  Plus, there was always something about being ordered to follow commands by this man, his sense of confidence, being under his control that compelled her to surrender all her inhibitions and accede to his dominance.

“Good girl.  I want good hard swats right from the beginning. Alternate between each cheek this time.  You may begin.”  His dominant voice enthralled her and she willingly obeyed.

From this position she had a better angle and could control the paddle better, but they landed on her lower cheeks and the sensitive tops of her thighs.  This was tender flesh, and the leather cracking against her tight skin created a stinging, fiery sensation that was extremely intense.  He scolded and required her to repeat any strokes he felt were less forceful than the others or if she paused too long between spanks.  Praise and encouragement were offered when she applied them to his satisfaction.   When she finished, her entire ass was burning and pushing her achingly toward climax.

“May I come now Master? Please?”

“Not yet, Regan. I want you to keep your knees up by your shoulders but I want you to spread those pink thighs wide.  I want a good view of that gloriously wet pussy when you come.  Take the vibe out and work it over your clit.  Ten minutes of that and I’ll let you come.”

She did as ordered and splayed her legs wide for his viewing pleasure.  Her feet were up by her ears and she anchored her knees with her arms and torso.  She spread her lips wide with one hand while she worked the vibe with the other.  As she looked between her legs, she could see Rick’s image on the computer screen.   He had stripped naked and had rolled back in his chair enough for her to see he was busy working his cock in hard, fast strokes while he massaged his balls with his other hand.  She could just make out drops of pre-cum on the head of his impossibly rigid
length; she knew this meant he was ready to come as well.

“Spread those lips wider for me Regan and slide that vibe right onto your stiff little clit.  Christ, you’re so sexy I’m dying here.  I’m not gonna last long.  Are you ready to come for me now?”

“Yes, Master!  I need it.  Please let me come!”  Regan could feel the muscles of her pussy clenching as it longing to be filled.  If he were here to slide right into her, she knew she’d go off like a rocket on the Fourth of July.  “I can’t stand it anymore Bear.  Please.”

She was gasping for air, and a fine sheen of sweat had covered her skin when she finally heard those words releasing her.

“Come for me then my beautiful girl.  Come for your Master.”

They both came and the room was filled with the sounds of their pleasure.  After they had calmed down and Regan had been given permission to remove the plug and clamps, he waited while she cleaned up and slipped back onto the pillows.  They were both satisfied and relaxed as they lingered over a long good night.

She blushed beautifully over the things he’d gotten her to do.  Laughing, he noticed. “I can’t believe you can still blush after all these years and all the public scenes we’ve done at The Club.”

“It’s different at The Club. It’s just, I don’t know…it’s like I’m an actor in a play.  When we’re alone - just you and me - it’s more intense because it so real, more personal.”  She groaned and hid her face in her pillow.  “Not to mention the things you come up with.  I can’t believe you had me spank myself.”

“Just keeping you on your toes, babe.  I recorded it, too.  When I get home, I want to watch you watch it and see how hot you get.” He laughed as her cheeks turned a vibrant red in embarrassment.  She was adorable when she got shy like this.  Then he turned serious.

“I love you Regan,” he said. “And every time you gift me with your submission, it’s a truly humbling experience.”  She could hear the emotion in his husky, gruff voice.  “So, are you ready to sleep now, baby?”

“Yeah, I just wish you were here with your arms wrapped around me.”

“Me too, Regan and I will when I get home soon.  Remember, I love you forever.”

“Love you forever too, Bear.”

Chapter Three

A week later, Regan found herself buried under another pile of invoices and felt the beginnings of a migraine building behind her eyes.  She was exhausted and her mind would not switch off.  She was averaging two or three hours of sleep a night at most, with only a brief reprieve when Rick had come home the previous weekend. They’d spent that Saturday putting up the tree and decorating the house.  They’d sipped wine, picnicked by the tree and made love for hours by the glow of a fire and twinkling Christmas lights.  It was so romantic and one of the best days she’d had in a long time.  That night she had slept like a baby in his arms.

The feelings of self-doubt and depression reemerged full force the next day when they attended a family Christmas party.  His cousin Alicia had been there with her six month old son Jacob.  The expression on Rick’s face when he held the baby was undisguised longing.  His eyes had scanned the room searching for Regan and when he found her he grinned from ear to ear.  He told her later that night he wanted them to start trying for a baby and had asked Regan to go off all birth control.   He spoke of their long-held plans for their family, two kids - preferably four - but a least one boy and a girl.  Regan knew that as an only child, Rick often yearned for the chaos of a big family.  He couldn’t know how much it hurt hearing him put his dreams into words.

A small sob escaped her.  Every time he mentioned children her heart broke just a little bit more and she sank deeper into depression.  She couldn’t stand to be the reason he wouldn’t experience the joy of a large family or even one child of his own.  She knew he would feel cheated as he watched his friends start families of their own.  When would he begin to resent her - ten, twenty or thirty years from now?  At what point would he leave her for a younger woman who could give him a family?  She knew that wasn’t like her husband; he responded to adversity better than anyone she knew and would stick by her.  But she worried that people change.  What was OK today might not be acceptable ten years down the road.  Was her entire warped idea of leaving him merely a defense mechanism?  Like the pessimist says, “Do unto others before they do unto you”?   Maybe she was trying to protect herself by ending it now rather before he had a chance to leave her as a bitter, lonely, broken woman? 

Overwhelmed with her pain, she closed her eyes and tried the guided imagery like her therapist recommended.  She imagined their life as they had always dreamed it would be.  She smiled at the image of her and Rick walking hand in hand with their son on a sunny beach - the boy was a smaller version of his daddy.  As she daydreamed, that idyllic fantasy fast-forwarded to a happy family around a holiday table. She saw a smiling Rick seated next to his son and twin girls.  They looked up eagerly as Mom brought in the Christmas ham.  Rick smiled at her... but wait, it wasn’t her.  Her sleep deprived, stressed out brain conjured up the image of his new wife and the mother of his children.  He lifted a hand, beckoning a tall, beautiful blonde to join them.  Regan inhaled sharply as her eyes flew open. She sat straight up in her chair.  It was that new sub from The Club.

The rational corner of her mind tried to convince her that this was just a twisted fantasy.  Rick was a faithful and loving husband.   Besides, how could she be jealous of him moving on with another woman when she was planning to leave him for that very reason?  Isn’t that what she wanted for him?  Someone who could give him the family and son he so badly wanted?

Tony had explained that her name was Stephanie Beckett and she was an undercover DEA agent working on the drug task force.  He assured her that she was on temporary assignment and just playing at The Club to let off steam during her down time.  But Regan had been concerned that she had more than a professional interest in her husband.  She had seen them talking together several times and they made an attractive couple.  They were both tall and fit, his dark features complimenting her fair skin and hair.  He didn’t even have to bend in half to talk to her like he did with his vertically challenged wife.  They had so much in common and would fit together perfectly.

But could she actually do it?  Could she actually hand him over to another woman on a silver platter?  Many couples had fertility problems.  It shouldn’t be the end of the world for her.  A little voice inside said, “
Talk to him, dummy.”
  But that logical, sounding adult voice was drowned out by echoes of her frustrations, low self-esteem and doubt.

“Dammit!”  She swore aloud in the office and in an unusual surge of anger, swept the desk free of all the paperwork and watched it land in a jumble across the floor.  She sank to her knees on the floor and launched into yet another crying jag.  Long minutes later, she looked at the mess she’d made of the office.  Disgusted with herself, she grabbed a wad of tissues and scrubbed her face.  What was wrong with her?  She was cursing and having temper tantrums like a child.  She cried at the drop of a hat and was bitchy as hell.  And now, her brain was conjuring up alternate realities.  What was next?  A psychotic trip where she ended up with a tramp stamp or shaved head?  Crap, maybe she really was losing her mind and should pay more attention to her shrink.

Suddenly the door to the office opened and Megan walked in.  She stopped abruptly in the doorway and stared at her sister’s tear-stained face and the shambles in her office. “What happened?  Are you OK, Reg?”

Embarrassed, Regan moved quickly to collect the papers on the floor and began to sort them into some semblance of order.  “Yeah, I was just feeling sorry for myself so I decided to have a little pity party for one.”

Megan crouched down to help her gather the papers. 

“Sorry, Meg, but Rick has been out of town for a few days and I miss him a lot.”  She sat on the floor surrounded by papers and cried harder.

“Oh, honey.”  Megan stacked the papers and put them in a neat pile on her desk.  She then sat on the floor with Regan and wrapped her arms around her.  She was worried.  She barely recognized the weeping wreck that was her sister. “Are you taking your meds, Reg?”

Startled, she looked up at her sister suspiciously.  They shared the same psychiatrist; had she said something?  “How did you know?”

“You told me you were going to see Dr. Windham so I just assumed she put you on antidepressants.”  As usual, Megan keyed right in on her sister’s unspoken concern.  “Don’t worry honey, she doesn’t talk about other patients.  You can trust her.”

“Yeah, well, I’ve been taking my meds but can’t tell a difference.  Other than the fact that I’ve turned into a Class-A bitch.” She avoided looking at her twin when she told that half-truth.  She was taking meds, just not the ones everyone thought she was.  “And the mood swings are killing me, I’m a bitch one minute and the next I’m doing an excellent impression of a leaky faucet.”

“You wouldn’t be pregnant would you, hon?”

An unladylike snort erupted from Regan, if she only knew the irony of that question.  “Sadly no, they made me take a pregnancy test and go back on birth control since I started the damn pills.”  She suspected that her bad temper was a side effect of the hormones and fertility drugs but she hadn’t told anyone about it.  They were the reason she hadn’t taken the antidepressants.  If by some miracle she did become pregnant, she didn’t dare risk the harm the drugs could do to the baby.

“Ok well, then, just keep taking them.  It takes two to three weeks for them to get into your blood stream enough to start working.”

“You sound just like Bear.”

“Was he real disappointed about you having to go back on birth control?  He told Tony you guys were trying to get pregnant.”

“Really, he told Cap that?” Well, hell.  Now Regan felt even more miserable.  He was sharing his plans with his friends.  Megan had misunderstood the stricken expression on her face.

“You did tell him, didn’t you Reg?”

Muddled, Regan looked at her sister.  All these lies were getting confusing.  She couldn’t keep them straight.   What did Megan want her to tell him?

Megan rattled on.  “I know you can’t take the pill.  So, what are you using?  Dammit, Regan.  You have to let him know what’s going on.  He’s your husband.  You’ve got to worry about birth defects while on those drugs.”

“Megan, calm down, he knows about the antidepressants and the birth control,” she snapped at her
sister, which was very unusual for good natured Regan. “Sorry, class-A bitch right here, remember.  But he doesn’t need to know everything about me, does he?  Can’t I have any thoughts that are just mine?  He’s my husband, not my keeper.”  She caught Megan’s knowing expression and it pissed her off, “He doesn’t own me, you know.”

“Uh, honey, he kind of does.  You have a marriage license and a Dom/sub contract.  Not to mention the DD stuff.  With all three of those things going on, he does kind of own you and you gave him the right.”

“Well, I don’t want to talk about this crap anymore, and I’m tired of everyone telling me what to do.”  Regan angrily stood and started slamming things around, opening and closing desk drawers as she searched for her purse and keys. “I’ve gotta go.  I need some air and can’t look at that fucking computer screen for one more minute.  I’ll see you tomorrow, sis.”

Megan grabbed her arm gently as she passed. “Wait, sis. What’s wrong?  You’re not yourself lately and I’m worried.”

“Well stop.  My problems aren’t any of your business anyway so stop trying to fix me.  Maybe I don’t want to be fixed.  Did you ever think about that?  Everyone can’t be as fucking perfect as you, Megan.”

“REGAN!”  Both women turned and saw Cap standing in the doorway. “What the hell is wrong with you?  I can’t believe you’re talking to your sister that way.  I have a good mind to take you over my knee and paddle your ass raw myself.”

Tony was right.  Megan didn’t deserve her anger and vitriol, she was just concerned.  Instantly contrite, Regan rushed to apologize to her sister.  “Oh Meg, I’m so sorry.  I didn’t mean it.”  Regan grabbed her sister and wrapped her arms around her.  She started to cry again. Damn hormones.  They were turning her into the kind of woman she had always despised and sworn she would never become.  “I told you I was a moody, crying bitch.  Please forgive me.”

“I know you didn’t mean it¸ hon
. Forget it.”  Megan’s eyes went to her angry husband who still stood fuming in the doorway.  Tony wasn’t as forgiving.

Regan turned to look at him, too.  She could tell he was seriously ticked off.  She went to stand in front of him and took an appropriately submissive position.  Her head was down and her hands were clasped in front of her.  “I apologize, Cap.  Megan didn’t deserve that and I am very sorry.”  Her tears continued unabated, she was ashamed of her behavior.

“Damn straight she didn’t. She loves you and is worried about you.  Megan and I are both concerned and after what I just witnessed we have good reason.”  He confirmed.  He lifted her chin with a crooked finger and waited until she met his eyes.  She could see him considering what action to take. “When is Rick due back?”

“I’m not sure, Sir.  Another couple of days I think, four at the most.”

“Hm, when was the last time you had a good spanking Regan?”

“Uh…
” Regan wasn’t sure why he needed to know that.  Megan called out to him wondering the same thing but he held up a hand gesturing for silence.

“Answer me, Regan.”

“I guess it’s been a week or two.”

“Ok then, with Rick out of town so much lately you are obviously out of sorts and in need of discipline.  Your language, tone of voice and message just now were way out of line.  Plus, this is not the first outburst you’ve had recently, although I think today has reached a new low.  Don’t think I’ll allow this behavior to go unpunished, little sister.  Go ahead and lean over the desk and place your hands flat on top.  We’ll take care of this bratty attitude here and now.”

“Captain, you can’t spank my sister.” Megan protested.  Was he out of his mind?

“Hush, Megan.  You know she has the same club contract as you do.  Now, just sit over there on the couch and keep quiet.  This won’t take long.” Tony waited until his wife did as she was told.  Regan knew she deserved a good paddling and had already assumed the position over the desk.  Both women watched Cap cross to the storage shelf on the far wall and peruse the kitchen tools and implements stored there.  His eyes landed on a short handled wooden bread paddle about the width of a loaf of bread.  It was a foot in length and about a half an inch thick. “Perfect.”

“We’re not in The Club now, Tony,” Megan objected, still sounding pissed off.

“Watch your tone, Megan.  And I know we’re not in The Club.  Rick and Regan practice domestic discipline just like we do.  Rick asked me to look after Regan while he’s away, same as I expect him or one of the other Doms to do while I’m gone.  That means I’m in charge and this bad girl is getting a spanking.  If you’d like to join her, keep it up.”

He grabbed the paddle but went to stand before his angry wife.  Looking down on her from his intimidating height, he waited patiently until her expression relaxed into a more compliant demeanor.  “So, are you done questioning me because I’d like to get this over with and get on with our evening?”

“It’s OK Meg. I deserve it for the way I acted.”  Regan gave her twin a pleading look and shook her head, pleading with her through silent twin communication not to piss off the big, bad Dom who was about to take a large wooden paddle to her ass.