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After Bartelli left, Susan lay naked on the bed, motionless, staring at
the ceiling.
What am I going to do, she thought. What in the HELL am I going to do?
Run away, she answered herself. Go somewhere far away and start over.
That wouldn't do any good. It wouldn't change me. It wouldn't change
my...needs. Besides, I couldn't leave Tom. Never.
Tom will find out.
No!
Sooner or later, he will. YOu know it.
Oh no...
It's inevitable. Somehow. Somebody will tell him. Or he'll come home at
the wrong time. Or one day Jerry really will leave you tied up for him to
find...
Jerry. That bastard. He would.
Yes. Tied up and helpless. Not able to move. The ropes--
Susan turned over and pressed her face against the bed. God, she
couldn't be getting excited again, not after all she'd been through today.
Face down, that's how he would tie her. As she was now, only--
Stop it!
Only spread out. Her body stretched taut by the ropes. Naked, of course.
Open. Unprotected...
Lying on her stomach, Susan spread-eagled her body. Imaginary ropes
pulled her arms and legs wide, till they pointed to the four corners of the bed.
Her body strained with a fantasy effort to free herself. Useless, of course.
The nipples of her crushed breasts began to throb.
Please, Jerry. Don't leave me like this!
But Jerry was gone. And she couldn't move. She couldn't do a thing.
And then...Tom would come home.
She would hear the door open and close, and then he would call her.
`Susan? You here, darling?'
Desperately, she struggled against her nonexistent bonds.
Then he would come into the bedroom. And see her. She would hear him cry
out in astonishment and horror.
He would rush up to the bed. `Susan! Are you all right? What happened?
What's going on?'
She would be too ashamed to say anything, or even to look at him. She
would not even be able to lie. He would know if she lied. Tom always knew.
`Susan!' he would say again. And then, `My god. Oh, my god!'
And she would know that he saw the truth.
For a while after that he would be silent. And when he spoke again, his
voice would be very low, very strained. `My wife,' he would say. `My good, sweet
little wife.'
The tone of that voice, as she heard it in her mind, made her start to
tremble.
`A slut,' Tom would say then. `A stinking, perverted--' He would choke
up with disgust and rage.
`Tom,' she would plead. `Tom--try to understand...'
`Understand! You--you piece of filth! You're a disgrace! I never want to
see you again!'
`Tom...please...I love you...'
`Shut up! Shut up!' Shaking with anger and shock, he would look for some
way to punish her. `I ought to kill you, you...you whore!'
`Tom...'
`Shut up, I said!' His hands would go to his belt buckle. He would open
it and pull the thick leather belt out of his pants. `I'll gie you something to
remember before I throw you out of here!' he would say wildly.
In her mind she saw him draw his arm back. She saw him bring the belt
dow, swiftly and hard. She heard it whistling through the air. And she felt it
land, smacking savagely across the flesh of her back.
Her body jerked, and she cried out at the imaginary blow.
Again he would swing the belt back; again he would bring it down. This
time it would lash across her jutting buttocks. Her hips twisted with pain,
rubbing her loins against the crumpled bedsheet beneath her.
The next blow would be on the tender flesh of her thighs. Once more she
moaned loudly and bucked against her invisible bonds. The twisted sheet rode up
between her legs. She pressed her cunt against it.
Tom would not stop. He would hit her with the belt again and again, on
her back, buttocks and legs. The blows would come more swiftly, and harder.
Susan gasped and squirmed, shrieked and writhed as the envisioned whipping went
on, her outstretched body straining, her cunt rubbing harder against the sheet.
Her clitoris rubbing...rubbing...against the sheet...
She was panting hard. Tom...Tom would drop the belt now, rip down his
pants and shorts to expose his large, erect prick. Lust-maddened by the
whipping, he would throw himself onto her, heedless of her pain, and with one
mighty lunge, force his stiff cock deeply and brutally into her asshole...
Susan screamed and came. Her body spasmed again and again, but her arms
and legs stayed as they were, splayed and spread by the ropes of her fantasy...
For a long time afterwards she lay there. What am I going to do, she
thought. What in the HELL am I going to do?
