Author Note
Going to start from where Chapter 1 finished. I hope you enjoy :)
Twilight belongs to Stephanie Mayer. No copyright infringement intended.
BPOV
It was late Saturday morning when Edward stirred from his sleep. I was in my robe, standing by the closet looking for something comfortable to wear after a quick shower.
'Hey beautiful, come here. I need to kiss my wife good morning.'
I smiled and moved to the bed. He kissed me gently on my lips and then moved to my cheek. "I'm sorry, baby" he sighed kissing my cheek, where he had hit me yesterday.
"What for?" I asked him playfully, though I had some irking of why he was sorry.
Lowering his gaze towards his hand, he whispered – 'you know for what'.
"There is nothing to apologize for love. Rather I should be thankful that you did what you did. Otherwise I'm sure I would be nursing a very sore backside right now.' I tried to make light of the situation.
"No sweetheart, it really was my fault that you were close to losing your control. It was my weakness that I could not keep my mouth away from your sweet pussy. I would have never forgiven myself if I had to punish you for my mistake. However, if that had happened, I would have made sure that Dad punished me as much if not more."
I shuddered at that. Edward's father, Carlisle, was not only a prominent doctor in the city but also a respected dominant in our community. Like us, he was married to his submissive – Edward's mom Esme. They were not very active in the community now; primarily because of Edward's lifestyle choice – they never ever wanted Edward to see his mom as a sub – but still practiced the lifestyle actively in the privacy of their home. In fact, Carlisle was Edward's mentor in the lifestyle and taught him everything he knew. When Edward and I fell in love, both Carlisle and Esme became our mentors. They helped us define the boundaries of our life as a Dom and sub and as lovers. Though both of them were always there to guide us on both the aspects of our lives, only once in our time together till now, Carlisle had to intervene and discipline Edward for not treating me right when I was his sub. And that was not an experience I would care to repeat; Carlisle had a reputation of a strict Dom and let us just say that he lived up to that reputation and then some. Later, he told me that he was even stricter with Edward because he saw me as his daughter and no one – not even his own son – can get away with treating his daughter poorly. Though this explanation warmed my heart, seeing Edward in pain was much more difficult than I had imagined. That experience led me to respect Edward even more - for being my dom and for being able to punish me when I needed to be. I don't know how he manages to punish me and then give me my aftercare without breaking down. I know he loves me at least as much as I love him, if not more. And I was totally in tears while tending to Edward's injuries after his session with Carlisle.
"Never again do I want to see you on Dad's whipping bench. I can't bear that Edward. You know very well what I went through the one time that happened. "
"Then you know what I go through every time I have to punish you sweetheart", he was suddenly sitting up and looking into my eyes, "it kills me to see you in pain baby."
"I know, I'm really sorry for yesterday." I was ashamed for not being able to control myself better.
"Hey," he put his finger under my chin and lifted my face up, "no need to apologize dear. You took your punishment and that means all is forgiven and forgotten. Right?"
"I will stop if you do too"
"It's a deal then love."
After this, the weekend and most of next week went on smoothly. Since my punishment was still in force, we tried to avoid spending much time on the bed. We were not very successful in keeping our hands and tongues to ourselves though. Couple of times during the week, we came close to chucking the punishment in the trashcan where it belongs - in Edward's words. But then sanity prevailed and we were able to hold off till Thursday. Thursday night, while we were lying in each other's arms trying to sleep without getting a much needed release, Edwards asked me "Sweetheart, how do you feel about starting our weekend playtime on Saturday instead of tomorrow?"
"I'm not opposed to the idea all together, but can I ask why, Sir?"
"You know I don't need to explain anything to my sub, right? Being the dom, I get to decide when we play and when not, right pet?" I could make out that he was teasing me.
"Yes Sir", I played along.
"Good. But fortunately for me, you are also my beloved wife. And as your husband I do owe you an explanation." He definitely smiled at that.
"As you wish Sir" I continued my own teasing.
"OK, enough of the teasing now." He sighed, 'the truth of the matter is that it has been 3 weeks since I last made love to my beautiful wife. Tomorrow being the end of our exile, I want to be with my wife and not my sub. Provided that is OK with you?" he teased me again.
"Sure. But only if you promise to make up for lost time on Saturday."
"Always, my love" he kissed me lightly on my forehead. "Oh, one more thing. Dad called today. He wanted to know if we would be coming to Desire on Saturday. Would you like to go?"
"Is there anything special planned for Saturday at the club?" I asked him.
"Not that I'm aware of. I think he asked only because it has been a long time since we went. Our friends are asking about us."
"So, it would be just some socializing and meeting friends, right?"
"I guess so."
"Ok then. I'm not in a mood for anything heavy and especially don't want to spent too much time there, cutting on our alone time."
"As you wish sweetheart, we will just spend about an hour or so, say hello to everyone and come back home. "
The weekend was going as planned so far. We had spent almost the entire Friday night making love. Edward had collared me when we finally got up around noon. It was early Saturday evening now and we had just entered Desire. Desire was a BDSM club, owned by Carlisle in partnership with his close friend Garrett . We were almost always Dom and Sub when in Desire, as was the expected protocol here. The club was very prestigious and exclusive. Membership was strictly monitored. A member could bring in a guest only after clearing it before hand with the club management. Extensive background checks were conducted by the management before granting anyone entry and/or membership. In all, it was a safe place for people in our lifestyle to relax, socialize and have some BDSM based fun. In addition to couples, it was frequently visited by unattached Doms and Subs looking for play partners or for the demonstrations that took place in the public rooms of the club every now and then. The play here was always consensual and within pre-defined boundaries.
I had always felt very safe in Desire, but today I was feeling extremely uneasy. While entering the club, I had seen Carlisle talking to Garrett animatedly. It looked like Carlisle was agitated on something and Garrett was trying to calm him. That sight itself was enough to make me anxious – Carlisle was generally cool headed and not disturbed easily. That, along with my unease, was giving me a feeling of foreboding – as if something was to go wrong today. While I was lost in my thoughts, Edward had stopped and I almost collided with him. "Isabella…put yourself together", Edward gave me a warning in a low tone. I quickly shed aside all thoughts and concentrated on my master, as I should be doing always when with him. "Good girl" Edward praised me quietly. We went inside the main hall and greeted a few of our friends. While we were standing there talking to Peter and Charlotte, I felt some commotion at the door of the hall. Since we were facing the door, all four of us looked up to the door to see what the fuss was about. That's when I realized why I was feeling so anxious today in Desire. Tanya was here and was walking towards my Edward as if she owned him. A long time back, when Edward was dabbling into this lifestyle, he experimented with being a sub. Tanya was Edward's first and only domme. She was abusive and had once severely abused Edward. I was not aware of the details, but knew that she had badly injured and scarred Edward during a scene. Edward had withdrew within himself after the incident and would not let anyone even touch him for more than a year. That's when Carlisle had taken Edward under his wings and taught him what exactly was BDSM. Even after Edward became a proficient dom, he was never comfortable in Tanya's presence. The fear was too deep rooted to go away so easily. Esme had told me that once Tanya had come to apologize and Edward had almost had a nervous breakdown only because she had tried to touch him. Looking at her now, coming towards us, I was filled with dread that she would again try to do something and Edward will not be able to maintain his composure.
I looked at him then and saw that he was frozen in his place. Though his expression was stoic, I could see the fear in his posture, his body was trembling slightly with the effort to control the urge to simply flee. And then Tanya came and stood in front of him. "How are you Edward?" she said and touched him on his cheek. Edward flinched violently at the contact and stumbled back. I could see that he was unable to even speak, his eyes full of fear due to this vile woman. That's when I literally saw red – I forgot that Edward was my master and I his sub at that point. My only thoughts were to save my husband from this poisonous bitch looking at him so casually as if she had no idea why Edward was reacting this way. I quickly moved and stood in front of Edward, shielding him from Tanya's view and reach – 'Back off you bitch. If you touch him again, I swear to God, I will break your dirty hand." I snarled at her.
'Ah, what do we have here. Girl, you look like a submissive. Don't you know how to talk to a Domme' she replied coolly, 'Edward, is she your sub? Because if she is, boy did you not learn anything from me? Don't you know how to control your subs? Have you forgotten what I did to your smart mouth when you tried to open it in front of me? Do you need a refresher course, boy?' she sneered at us.
"Shut up you bitch." I shouted at her, "don't you ever talk to my Edward like that. So help me God, if you ever so much as harm a hair of his head again, I will show you what pain is."
"What the hell Edward, are you such a pussy now that you need another pussy to protect you from me? And do you have no control on your sub? She is going on and on, insulting another domme in your presence. If you don't stop her, I will take her across my knee right here and show her the consequences of her outrageous behavior"
"You call my behavior outrageous woman' I interrupted her rudely.
"Isabella, enough now. Please go get your coat, we are leaving immediately." I heard Edward's slightly panicked voice from behind me.
I could see that he was trying to calm himself and remove us from the situation. I was grateful for that, but I needed to take care of business first.
'I'm not leaving till Tanya is removed from the premises first." I replied.
At that Tanya started laughing menacingly. 'Hah, look at her, defying a direct order from her master. This girl really needs to learn her manners and since her master is incapable to do so, I will gladly do it on his behalf. After all, I am his mistress. Any sub of his becomes my sub automatically.' With that she tried to catch hold of my arm and push me forward.
Just then, I felt Edward's hands on my waist, "Isabella, I will not repeat again. Leave now and wait for me at the gate" he roared, pulling me towards him, away from Tanya.
I was in no mood to back off and kept staring at Tanya. Just then Carlisle came and addressed me – "Bella, go please love. I promise I will not let her harm anyone here." I still remained defiant. He then touched my forearm lightly and added in a low voice – "Edward needs you sweetheart. Go and I will send him to you almost immediately." I felt myself calming down at his touch, and after throwing a final warning at Tanya, turned around and went out. I had barely retrieved my coat when I felt Edward near me.
"Ed…"
"Silence sub…" he interrupted in a stern voice, "in the car now. Not a word till I tell you otherwise."
The ride back home was completely silent. Edward looked pissed beyond words. I was not sure whether the anger was towards me, towards Tanya or towards himself, but I was sure that the evening will not end as we had expected it to. There was not going to be any play when we reached home, instead I was definitely going to reap the consequences of my actions in the club. Sitting in the car, I realized what exactly the whole thing would have looked like to a spectator. There was a domme who was simply greeting another dom. And the Dom's possessive sub had jumped into the conversation, repeatedly insulting the other domme and defying her own dom's direct orders. This realization jolted me to my core – not because I would be punished severely for this, but because I had most probably ruined Edward's reputation as a dom in the community. I don't regret telling off Tanya, but before doing so I should have made it clear that I was speaking as Edward's wife and not his sub. I wanted to kick myself for my stupidity – not thinking before acting.
While I was pre-occupied in my thoughts, we had reached home.
"Out sub. In the playroom, on the whipping bench, in 5 mins" Edward barked.
I quickly went to the playroom, removed all my clothes and positioned myself for what was sure to be the worst punishment of my life.
After few minutes, I heard Edward entering the playroom. He did not say anything to me, but I could hear him opening and closing the drawers, undoubtedly deciding on what to use for my punishment.
After some time I heard his footsteps coming near the bench.
"What is the punishment of not obeying a direct order from your master, sub?"
I remained quite as I had not been given permission to speak.
"Answer me when I ask you a direct question" he snapped.
"20 strikes with the implement of your choice master" I replied calmly. I had resigned myself to my fate. I knew this punishment was going to be extremely painful and worst than anything I had received so far, but I was determined to see it through because, one, I really deserved it for disrespecting my master, that too in public. And two, this is what he needed to do. I could sense the tremor in his voice, he was terrified at how easily that bitch could silence him in the club, he was terrified that she still had some kind of control over him. He needs to do this so that he can take the control back from her. And so I will lie down and take whatever he doles out, just so he gets his peace of mind. I will not let the bitch win over my husband again, even if I have to go through hell and back for that.
"And how many times did you defy my direct orders today?" he asked
"2 times master" I replied, still calm.
"How many strikes does that make it?"
"40 master." I replied with a slight tremble in my voice.
"And what is the punishment of disrespecting another dom sub?"
At that I looked up at him in surprise. Surely he would not punish me for insulting Tanya.
"Eyes down" he snapped, "how many?"
"10 master" I replied with some venom in my voice.
"Watch your tone sub. You already have plenty to be punished today; don't add more to that. How many does that add up to?"
"50 master." I replied in a neutral voice.
"That's correct. Let's start then, it will take us good amount of time to complete all 50." He stated in a cold voice.
At that a small shudder went through my body. I was terrified. I had never received more than 30 strikes at a time before now. Will I be able to take 50 in one go? I remembered that I had almost collapsed in 30 strikes and was very very close to safewording then. But then I steeled myself. This was Edward and I trusted him completely. He wouldn't give me more than what I can take.
"Do you want to use your safe word, pet?" he asked in a gentler tone. He must have felt my terror. And was trying to tell me that I have a way out if I wanted to. That calmed me instantly, I was assured that Edward will take care of me.
"Green master" I replied confidently.
"Very well then. I will count" he said and the next second I felt the bite of the leather strap on my left ass. "1" he counted.
With that he continued raining measured strokes on my poor backside. I tried to absorb the excruciating pain of each strike as best as I could without crying out or fidgeting. By the time we reached 30, I could not stop my tears from flowing. I was sobbing and hiccupping badly. 5 more strikes and I was almost ready to give up and safe word. But Edward's calm voice kept me centered and I was able to continue. At the 40th strike, I could not control myself and a painful scream came out of my mouth. I heard the leather strap immediately falling on the floor with a loud thud – I had never before screamed during a punishment. Edward was immediately rubbing my ass cheeks and upper thighs with his palms. "What color are we pet?" he asked me after some time. "Green master" I managed to stammer in between sobs. "Are you sure?" he asked once more. "Yes master" I replied. Please just let it be over as soon as possible – I prayed. I then felt a gentle touch on my ass cheeks – Edward must have kissed me there.
"The last 10 are going to be by my hand" he told me.
My whole body sagged on the bench with relief and gratitude – my love knew that I had reached my limit and there was no way I could endure another 10 with the strap or any other implement.
"Ready?" he asked gently. I simply nodded.
The first strike landed so softly that it felt more like a caress than an actual strike. I could make out that Edward was being as gentle as possible so as to just complete the designated number. The remaining 9 were almost the same – maximum intensity being that of a soft tap. Though the state of my backside was such that even a touch was painful, I was extremely grateful.
The moment the punishment ended, Edward was kneeling in front of me, removing my collar and trying to console me – 'Shh sweatheart, its all over now. Please don't cry, I have you now, everything's going to be all right'
