No pain, no gain, was his motto and that’s exactly what he thought when she turned up at the gym for the first time. Her black outfit literally clung to her body, making it difficult for him to take his time to examine her anatomy. She was slim and had a distinctly narrow silhouette, he categorized her body. And she was new here, he concluded, because he had never noticed her before, even though he trained three times a week and always on different days of the week.
Her butt is soft, was his verdict as she stepped onto the cross trainer directly in front of him and started to move. You’re exactly right here, he thought, watching the movements of her buttocks with pleasure, which were clearly visible under the highly elastic fabric. Without the tightening effect of her obviously brand new fitness overalls, they would probably vibrate like a jelly with every movement. But somehow that was exactly what made this woman, who was still unknown to him, so appealing. Her thighs at least seemed to be quite strong, but they also lacked a certain firmness to be considered perfect.
Her breasts were effortlessly flattened by the tights-like sportswear, which led him to conclude that they were rather small and just as soft as the rest of her rather pleasing, if far from perfect, body.
Was there a permanent man in her life? He suspected that this was probably not the case. At least she wasn’t wearing a ring that suggested she was a wife. So his imagination slowly but surely began to form the idea that this woman was perhaps ready for a man who would accompany her on the path to physical perfection. Her round on the cross-trainer was rather short and was probably only intended as a warm-up. As she left the machine, he gave her a friendly, companionable smile, which she spontaneously returned.
So the spark was set and he decided to pursue the topic further.
He kept an eye on her and watched as she struggled on various machines and visibly broke into a sweat. „Next time you should definitely take a water bottle with you,“ he advised her as he passed the leg press, seemingly by chance, just as she was about to finish her exercise session. This time, too, she smiled at him, which he interpreted as an indication that she hadn’t taken his words as a crude come-on. „Or you can get one of those artificial-tasting Ernergy drinks from the vending machine at the front to keep you hydrated.“
„This is only my second time here,“ she said with an apologetic undertone. „I’m afraid I’m not very fit.“
„What isn’t can still be,“ he encouraged her and he liked her open smile, which didn’t seem as artificially arrogant as that of most of the women who usually struggled with their bodies here. „Will you come with me,“ he dared to make a first advance, as she was already really out of breath. She showed no reluctance and so they both ended up in the small sitting area and began a conversation between two people who had nothing but an interest in fitness in common at the moment.
He asked her when she normally trained and resolved to be there on those days in future. After all, he already knew that her name was Sabine, and he was no longer a complete stranger to her.
In the weeks that followed, they grew cautiously closer and when they said goodbye after training, it was soon much more than a parting of sports friends, but had unmistakably friendly traits. He continued to secretly keep an eye on her as she struggled on the various torture devices and increasingly sensed a closeness to this woman that excited him in a strangely intense way.
Her highly elastic sportswear naturally distorted reality and made her appear much firmer than she really was. She would probably need many months of regular training to achieve the muscle tone she wanted and that he actually expected in a woman. But he was sure that her buttocks would already part willingly when she offered herself to a man from behind, invitingly presenting her two orifices to him. And he imagined how her flesh would vibrate violently when he played the strict master, disciplining this long-neglected body and punishing it in the traditional way.
Because he would have to punish her, of that he had no doubt. She was not a woman with a determined will and her desire to improve her physical condition would probably fade into inactivity after a short time if there wasn’t a man in her life who insisted that she train her body hard two or three times a week to get in shape. A man like him who was strong-willed and relentless when it came to achieving a goal once it was set.
He was certain that Sabine was in love with him. And she seemed to be the kind of woman who gave herself completely to a man. At the very beginning, she had been very reserved, almost withdrawn, so that he sometimes had the impression that she was already in steady hands and that a husband or at least a lover was waiting for her at home. Over the course of a few weeks, however, she had opened up more and more and he had no doubt that she was alone, but did not want to make this situation permanent. In any case, the initially rather buttoned-up woman became more and more talkative and only a few weeks passed before he knew everything about her parents‘ house, her working day and her life as such.
He was therefore sure that she was actually just waiting for his invitation to give their hitherto friendly relationship a serious twist.
As he’d suspected, she spent her working days in an office, sitting her ass flat on one of those supposedly ergonomic swivel chairs while her conspicuously long fingers worked the computer keyboard. She had only recently moved here and was therefore happy to accept his repeated little invitations to introduce her to the city’s cafés and restaurants.
At some point, he thought the time had come to take the decisive step and invite her over. He decided to invite her into his kitchen and cook for her in her presence. After all, he was a passionate amateur chef. But he also knew that a creative menu was only really fun if there was someone to enjoy it with.
It was the first evening that they didn’t sit opposite each other at an Italian restaurant and look each other in the eye over pizza, pasta and Chianti. No, now it was getting serious. Now she was in his house and, in a way, in his hands. He had made it a principle not to invite a woman to his home until he was convinced that she had what it took to move into his life for the long term. And with this Sabine, he had no doubt that she was exactly the woman he could bring up to his expectations.
She stood next to him and helped him cook while she covered up her obvious excitement with lots of words. She didn’t really know it yet, but from now on she was part of his life. They were a couple and he would make sure it stayed that way for a long time.
She had just passed the first test. She not only accepted it without reaction that he patted her bottom every now and then, which he had never done before. She even seemed to like it and smiled transfigured as he explored her soft curves with gentle touches, which he would take possession of that very night. And he intended to do no less than that.
Her entire presence expressed that she felt comfortable in his home and was ready not only to enjoy the first meal they prepared together, but to share his entire life with him.
She was ready, he thought secretly. She was ready for him, just as he had been ready for her for a long time. He didn’t like women who thought they were the most beautiful and carried their sexuality around like a trophy. He was more into the quiet women in the country. The kind who perhaps didn’t attract everyone’s attention, but who certainly had their merits at second glance. Reserved women who stood quietly in the background and waited patiently to be approached. Polite women with good manners, who you could tell had been taught manners that had become an integral part of their nature.
He knew that the sporty, revealing outfit she wore to the gym had cost her a lot of effort. She was probably of the opinion that „people“ wear something like that to the gym these days, even if she felt almost naked in it. If you looked closely, you could see a certain bashful insecurity expressed in her movements and looks. The other men probably just saw her as a young woman bravely trying to get her flabby bottom into shape. For him, she was a woman with potential. A few more training sessions and she could be really proud of herself. A few more strokes and she would pursue her goal with all her energy.
Yes, beatings, because he was convinced that she was a woman who needed the iron will of a man to drive her to peak performance. And a firm hand to get her back on track whenever her enthusiasm waned. But she had potential and he knew that he could make something of her, even if her still rather soft buttocks had to pay the price.
Women like her develop an almost childlike manner when they are alone with a man. They giggle girlishly and try in a gawky way to do everything right and present themselves in the best light. The menu turned out quite well and she showered him with compliments, while she witnessed his ambitions as a chef from the antipasti to the desert. A bottle of wine for two is not really too much. But a woman for whom alcohol was not really a part of life certainly felt the effect of three glasses of Italian red and afterwards felt correspondingly light and disinhibited in the head.
It didn’t take long for them to move from the table to the sofa, where they kissed each other, at first gently and lovingly, but then more and more uninhibitedly. She made a sexually starved impression and their kisses quickly changed from long and sensual to fierce and greedy. In the end, he put a manly end to the foreplay. He undid the leather belt of his trousers and freed his penis from its far too tight dungeon, which immediately grew to a respectable size and craved satisfaction.
She hesitated for a moment, but then tentatively got into position and carefully enclosed the slippery tip of his phallus with her lips. He immediately sensed that she was clearly not used to servicing a man with her mouth. But he also noticed that she was doing her best to master the situation to his satisfaction. Meanwhile, he was not idle, flipping up her summery light skirt and letting his right hand wander boldly under her panties. Although they weren’t actually panties, just a very tight thong that only fulfilled its function as an item of clothing in a rudimentary way.
As expected, she was slippery wet and his fingers had an easy time penetrating the depths of her womanhood, causing her to twitch noticeably. So she was horny and more than ready for the next act. He rang the bell by giving her a light slap on her already exposed bottom and withdrawing from her. He stood up, carelessly dropped his trousers to the floor. And pulled her up to him. Then he kissed her while his hands purposefully undressed her until her clothes lay carelessly on the floor and she was completely naked. She wasn’t shaved, he realized. At least there was a not very lush but still present triangle of blonde frizzy hair between her legs. So he would start her education by changing that. She frantically set about undoing the buttons of his shirt, which landed on the floor of the living room along with his trousers and underpants.
She hurried ahead on the way to the bedroom, giving him the opportunity to study the lively movement of her bottom at length. She was quite beautifully shaped, he judged approvingly. Nevertheless, it was the body of a lazy woman who had probably visited a gym for the first time in her life. Her tits danced uncontrollably as she dropped onto the bed and spread her bent legs invitingly. He buried himself between her thighs to take a long look at the wrinkled landscape that made up her femininity. She’ll have to shave, he decided again, because he hated having hair between his teeth as he delved into the moist depths of a cunt with his tongue.
His tongue quickly reached its target and Sabine ended this part of the evening with the typical reactions of a woman who had completely lost her inhibitions and was only driven by the waves of her orgasm. He watched her patiently as she twitched uncontrollably and made sharp noises. Then he grabbed hold and spun her around. He grabbed her hips and pulled her towards him until she was on her hands and knees and turned her back to him. As she obviously didn’t know what position a woman had to assume when being fucked from behind, he first pushed her shoulders down until she came to rest with her face on the bed sheet and pulled her bottom towards him so that he could penetrate her effortlessly.
It had been several months since he’d last had a woman in his bed and he was mighty hot for this cunt, which couldn’t seem to get enough and responded readily to his hard-driven thrusts. The vibrating flesh of her buttocks aroused him and he began to make sure it changed from the whitish surface of his skin to an angry red with spirited thrusts as the woman slowly but surely headed for her second orgasm under his aggressive guidance.
„Do you like hitting me?“ she asked him later, as they both sat on the bed and toasted their first encounter together with a bottle of champagne. He answered in the affirmative and told her that she was dealing with a very traditional man. „If you live with me, you have to accept that I’m the man of the house,“ he told her and waited for any negative reaction. But it didn’t come. Instead, she told him that she really appreciated it when the man took the lead. And she told him about her friend who made disparaging remarks about her husband’s habits in front of him. „He should give her a good spanking so that she feels that he is her husband.“
He agreed with her and emphasized that he would not hesitate to chastise her severely if she gave him cause to do so. With that, he stood up, walked to the wall-sized closet and purposefully opened a door to emphasize his point. On the inside of the door was a row of hooks on which several instruments of punishment were meticulously lined up: a riding crop, a cane with a red-wrapped handle, a flogger with more than a dozen straps and a classic whip made of braided leather with two tongue-like ends.
He didn’t say a word and simply let the sight take effect on his visitor, who remained silent and showed no recognizable reaction. When he returned to the bed, she kissed him devotedly and finally said: „My father always used a wide leather belt. But my sister got a lot more spanking than I did“. So he knew why she was such a submissive girl who always treated him with great politeness.
„I want you to shave carefully the next time we meet again,“ he remarked, seemingly in passing, as he played with her blonde pubic hair. „I want to see your pussy as it is,“ he clarified his statement, which she confirmed with a silent nod. „I also want you to wear only skirts or dresses in my presence“. Those were the two most important pieces of news he wanted to pass on to her for the coming week. But there were other rules in his head that he wanted to reveal to her peut-a-peut. A woman must align her life with her husband’s wishes, he was convinced, and he had the impression that Sabine was inclined to do just that.
He continued to meet her regularly at the gym, as he had gotten into the habit of always being at the studio when she was. However, he now spent a lot of his time instructing her during her training sessions and pushing her to perform better and better. That was also part of her upbringing, he had decided, without discussing it with her.
The next Friday, he taught Sabine how to prepare a really good steak. Beforehand, there was a lukewarm crab and avocado salad and then a homemade raspberry sorbet. According to her, Sabine’s cooking skills were designed to be quick and easy, but he would make sure she excelled.
They spent the rest of the evening watching a rather boring movie from the pay TV channel while cuddling and drinking red wine. Of course, at some point his hand wandered under her dress and pushed aside the fabric of her thong, which was only the width of a finger, to feel the state of her arousal. And of course he discovered that she had obviously not taken his instructions seriously and was still hairy.
He didn’t let it show, but he was annoyed.
When the last scene of the movie finally flickered across the screen, he knew what to do. He wasn’t the type of man who shouted uncontrollably and vented his anger with his hands or even his fists. He was more the level-headed, calm type who calmly planned his course of action and then did exactly the right thing. His voice was calm and his tone showed determination as he spoke to her:
„I don’t like it when you just ignore my wishes. So go to the bathroom and get ready.“
He had given her an order. Either she hadn’t taken it seriously. Or she thought she could simply ignore it. But she didn’t seem comfortable with it and stammered:
„I thought I believed I …“
„To the bathroom, I said! I’ll see you in half an hour. Or maybe not.“
With that, he stood up, grabbed his tablet and moved to one of the armchairs waiting for him. He had said what needed to be said. Now it was up to her whether she wanted to obey him or rebel against him. Whether she wanted to spend the rest of the weekend with him or leave the house immediately. Whether she was humble enough to submit to his will or not.
He turned away from her and showed no further reaction. She stood up, her eyes downcast, and went upstairs to his bedroom. Like a little girl who’s been caught doing something stupid, he thought as he watched her go. He leaned back, bored, as he scrolled through his Facebook account and began to kill half an hour.
While they had cuddled up close together, he had noticed that her legs were just as free of any hair as the area under her armpits. She would find everything she needed for her pussy in the bathroom and it seemed she was busy doing just that. After all, she had made no protest and had quietly disappeared from the room to do as he asked.
When he entered the bedroom, she was already lying on the bed waiting. She was undressed. She stood up with a frivolous smile and presented herself to him with a clean-shaven pubis. She seemed a little embarrassed to display the center of her femininity so openly, but she had bowed to his wishes and removed all unnecessary hair growth. He took note of it sympathetically. But he was a man of principle and she would not let him off that easily.
He stepped behind her, grasped her shoulders with both hands and gently directed her towards the closet, the special contents of which she had only learned about last week. He opened the deliberate door and removed from a box a pair of handcuffs designed to restrict a recalcitrant sub’s freedom of movement.
„Put these on!“ he ordered her and she accepted the obviously unfamiliar objects. The handcuffs consisted of a wide Velcro fastener that could be put on in a few simple steps. Both were fitted with a ring and a snap hook so that they could be fastened or connected to each other in a variety of ways. It didn’t take Sabine long to figure out their function and she wrapped them around both wrists without knowing the purpose of the action.
He stepped in front of her with a serious look and took hold of her shoulders again. This time from the front, so that she had to fully trust his guidance and slowly walk backwards until she felt her calves reach the bed. He pushed her slightly backwards and she let herself fall into the bed in amusement. She involuntarily opened her thighs and revealed the full nakedness of her exposed sex to him for a few moments.
„Slide into the middle of the bed,“ was his next instruction. She did so. He undressed too and crawled over to her. With his face between her thighs, he licked and sucked on her pussy until she was dripping and gasping as she reached her orgasm. She was obviously hoping that he would continue and fuck her. His cock also indicated that he was ready for it.
But he had other plans.
He let go of her and looked at her cunt with relish, where you could clearly see that the woman was more than in heat and craved his cock. Sabine was lying on her back with her legs bent. He grabbed her hands, wrapped them around the bends of her knees and fastened the handcuffs together. Now she knew what she had put them on for. She was now forced to assume a position that pressed her thighs firmly against her body and gave her tightly stretched bottom a nice curve. At the same time, her cunt was mercilessly exposed and ready for whatever her new master had in store for her.
He got up from the bed and went to the closet. After a moment’s thought, he picked up the short strap whip, which was ideal for what he had in mind.
It was a handy short whip that he had actually bought for his luggage. In rural France, it was called a martinet and until the 1990s there was practically no teenager who didn’t know how to use it. A martinet usually consisted of just six straps cut from a single piece of core leather, which had a merciless effect on bare skin. The girls whimpered at the sight of them and begged for forgiveness with heart-rending words. After their punishment, they bore thick welts that looked nasty and burned deep into their consciousness.
But Sabine did not yet know what lay ahead of her.
She had followed my every move as she couldn’t help but show me her bare bottom and especially her hairless pussy. When I was in bed and kneeling next to her, her eyes wandered back and forth between me and the whip and her facial expression showed that she was inwardly alarmed. She turned to the side, as far as that was possible in her forced posture, while I spoke to her calmly and matter-of-factly.
„I am a man who stands by you and on whom you can rely. But I insist on firm principles and expect a woman to be taken seriously. I also expect her to bow to my wishes.“
She kept her mouth closed. Her gaze was serious. Her eyes flickered slightly, which told me that she was worried, uneasy, perhaps even anxious. She must have realized that I hadn’t handcuffed her for nothing. And at the latest since I had the whip in my hand, she had to know what I was planning to do to her.
„You have disobeyed my wish, or rather my order. I will punish you. Turn on your back again.“
With a resigned sigh, but ultimately without any resistance, she complied with his request. He gave her a little talk about his fondness for France and the French way of life, about the French people’s sense of tradition and the fact that the martinet was still in use in French schools well into the 1970s.
With that, he took up his position. He knelt over her, swung out without further comment and struck. A martinet like that is really merciless when it hits a woman’s naked body. The blow produced a sharp hiss and ended with a sickening sound as twelve sharp-edged leather straps not only bit into Sabine’s thighs, but also haunted her freshly shaved pussy. Her scream was loud and shrill. It left no doubt that her new master had a very effective instrument in his hand and that she was really suffering.
But he didn’t give her time to digest the shock of the first pain. He had licked blood and struck out again. Again the straps bit into her soft, whitish skin and caused violent reactions as they left impressive marks. The insides of her thighs are particularly sensitive and that’s where he aimed his blows. There and in the middle of her pussy, which was now finally as bare and vulnerable as he liked it.
She couldn’t help but scream out loud and throw herself back and forth desperately. But she was tied up and had to endure the punishment whether she wanted to or not. The third blow as well as all those that were to follow.
When he had created enough welts between her legs, his field of action expanded. He bent her body back as far as her anatomy would allow and lifted her bottom, which he had worked with relish with his hand last week. The skin was pale and anything but flabby in this posture, but taut and tense. He reached out particularly far and struck with full force. He drew an uncountable number of welts on her flesh, which immediately swelled and developed an annoying red color that contrasted drastically with the pale tone of the rest of her skin. Her initial shriek turned into a soft whimper as her buttocks tightened with each blow and her muscles twitched uncontrollably.
When he had reached the full dozen, he stopped abruptly. He surveyed his work with satisfaction, undid the hooks that had restricted her freedom of movement and undid the Velcro fasteners on her handcuffs. Then he put everything back in the closet and returned to the bed to take her in his arms and comfort her. She reacted like a wounded animal, sobbing uncontrollably and snuggling close to him. Like a child who had been rightly punished. Or like a woman who had just been put in her place by her master.
He knew she was suffering. He knew her skin was burning like fire. But he wasn’t done with her yet. After all, she was there for his pleasure and he had only had limited pleasure so far that evening. So he kissed her on her tear-soaked eyes. He lay down on his back and let his still longing member rise up steep and demanding. He waited until she took his hint and, like a good woman, began to thank him for her rebuke. He enjoyed her soft lips, which were already opening more expertly to enclose his shaft. He felt her nimble tongue working his glans. He let her have her way up to the point where he was about to come. Then he took action, positioned her, opened her battered labia to check her arousal and ruthlessly penetrated the opening that nature had created especially for him. He was her husband. He was her master and would do so again and again from now on.
He could hardly believe it, but she smelled another violent orgasm that made her body tremble as he poured himself into her in violent spasms, bringing the evening’s lesson to a worthy conclusion.
He had shown his wife that he was the master of the house. He had made it clear to her that from now on he would have her body at his disposal. And he was clearly dealing with a woman who had been brought up properly from an early age and whose body virtually demanded to be chastised so that she knew what to do and what not to do.
Although he was sure that she had deliberately ignored his order to shave carefully. She had wanted to test him. She had wanted to know if he was all words or if he was really determined to be her master, punishing her and using her body as and when he felt like it.