Alexander's perspective:

As we return from, yet, another insipid charity event, I glance at my wife. Staring out the limousine window, she looks elegant in her high-fashion black dress. From her distinguished countenance, no one would suspect that she's a slut who likes to be dominated. I wouldn't have suspected it myself. That is until I arranged to have her followed while I was on a business trip. The detective gave me some very informative photos of my wife being collared and fucked like a bitch in heat by her former lover. She even went to a S&M club. What a whore! She always seemed frigid in bed to me. I had to rely on escorts or one-night stands to satisfy my needs. If only I'd known!

Ever since I got back from Chicago, Eva's been acting as if nothing had happened. And what pisses me off the most is that she refuses to let me fuck her. She claims she's too tired. My ass, yeah! I'm sure she got all her holes fucked in that club. Worst of all, I know the owner of this place. A guy named Derek. I did business with him once, but I didn't know he was into this stuff. I went to see him with photos of my wife taken in front of his club. I was hoping to get some info on what she and her lover had been up to that night. Instead, I found something better: an offer. Eva may think she's going safely home, but she doesn't know what awaits her.

"You were very quiet tonight," I say.

For as long as I've known her, Eva's always been rather reserved. There's nothing unusual about her silence. My remark is mainly intended to get her attention. And it works. She turns to me, looking confused.

"I'm sorry," she says with a faint smile. "I'm kind of tired these days."

"Yes, I noticed you seemed distracted lately," I add.

That's a lie, I didn't notice anything. I couldn't care less whether my wife is distracted or not as long as she keeps the house running properly. But the fact that she's making a fool of me by screwing around with someone else, that's another story. And I intend to punish her severely for this.

Eva keeps smiling at me, not sure where this conversation is heading. Her ignorance is delightful. With the press of a button, I contact the driver up front and ask him to stop the vehicle. We can't be far from our destination. Eva's expression changes and I begin to read a hint of panic in her eyes.

"Why did you tell the driver to stop?"

"I need to talk to you about activities that distract you. Mainly, the ones that kept you busy during my trip to Chicago."

Eva's not an idiot, she understands right away. I can see her eyes widen. I hand her the photos I've kept in my jacket pocket.

"Nice, aren't they? I especially like the one of you getting fucked like a whore on the hood of the car."

"Where did you get them?" she asks, her voice strangled, staring at the photos.

"I've hired a private detective. And believe me, honey, I got my money's worth. Can you imagine the look on your mother's face when I send her these pictures?"

"Oh, no, please, Alexander, you can't send this to my family! I'd die of shame! I'll do anything you want, anything at all, but not this." she pleads, her eyes brimming with tears. She's exactly where I wanted.

"Very well, I agree to show some mercy and keep your family in the dark, but believe me, I'm gonna make you suffer. You're going to start by undressing completely."

I'm actually surprised at how quickly Eva starts to undress. Shit, that Bryan sure made her docile. Had I known, I would have taken advantage of her little penchant sooner. Too bad I have so little time to enjoy it. Once her dress is on the floor, Eva contorts to remove her underwear. I take great pleasure in watching her waddle shamefully. She's not out of the woods yet. When she's finally stripped naked, I order her to kneel before me. She complied without batting an eyelid.

"Now you're going to spread your thighs like a good little girl."

I salivate at the sight of her smooth, glistening pussy.

"Oh, but it seems to excite you, doesn't it?"

"Yes," she replies, her voice barely audible.

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, it turns me on."

"It turns you on to strip and crawl at my feet to beg my forgiveness?"

"Yes," she whispers again.

Phew, I've got a hard-on just waiting for that little slut. I'd love to fuck her in every hole, but I've been given clear instructions. That doesn't mean I can't still have fun.

"Why don't you show me how sorry you are," I say, unzipping my pants.

Eva rushes to my cock like she hasn't eaten in weeks. She sucks me like a real whore. She must really not want me to give the photos to her family. I grab her by the hair and force my rhythm on her. I'm not going to last long with her little mouth wrapped around my member and the sight of her plump ass. Just as I'm about to cum, I pull her head back and unload all over her face. She's a beautiful, well-decorated slut.

"Had I known you were a good little cocksucker, I'd have made you lick my balls every morning," I laugh. "Oh, but don't worry darling, I'll take care of you too. You seem so excited, why don't you play with your pussy?"

This is the first thing I ask her, for which she hesitates. She looks up at me and understands that, despite my tone, I'm not joking. So, she reaches between her thighs. I ask her to spread them wider so that I can see what she's doing. First, she plays with her clitoris, then I order her to stick two fingers up her cunt and put her heart into it.

I'm enjoying her performance so much, I wish I could sip something while I watch her masturbate, but I completely forgot to ask the driver to refill the minibar. Anyway, I'll soon have my hands full.

As soon as Eva starts breathing heavily, signaling that orgasm is near, I order her to stop. Poor thing, she must have been eager to climax, because she lets out a pathetic moan of frustration.

"Yes, sweetheart, I know how much you must want to relieve yourself, but I'm afraid I can't allow you to come. After all, I have to punish you. And do you know how we punish cheating wives like you?"

She looks confused for a moment. I'd have thought she'd have made the connection more quickly. I have to point my thighs at her before she finally understands.

"They get spanked," she suggests with a hint of doubt.

"There you go! Oh, don't make that face! With what I know about you now, I'm sure your ass is just waiting for a little action. Come on, get on my lap."

Eva settles across my legs and I savor the moment of having her at my mercy. Before moving on to the punishment, I wank her pussy a little more, torture her clit, and cup her butt cheeks. As I put her through this treatment, I'm informing her that she'll have to thank me after every stroke.

How good it is to see her wiggle against me. When I've had enough fun teasing her, I give my first slap.

"Thank you!"

She thanks me 25 times and her ass starts to turn pink when I push her off onto the floor of the car.

"That was round one. There'll be three. Now you'll resume rubbing your pussy for my pleasure."

A normal girl would be outraged by such humiliation, but I can see Eva's aroused. Her hand is working her slit like there's no tomorrow. Then, again, I order her to stop just before orgasm.

"Oh, please...!" she moans.

"Get your ass over here," I order, without the slightest empathy for her request.

She obeys and I slap her ass more ferociously this time. I have fun varying my rhythm and give her a few nasty flicks on her little knob. The bad girl mustn't like that. She's moaning so loudly that I'm afraid she'll alert the driver. Fortunately, the limo is equipped with a soundproof sliding.

By the time I get to the last slap, her ass is a beautiful shade of red.

"Come on, honey, maybe this time I'll let you cum. I lie to her as I push her back to the floor, forcing her to resume her masturbation session."

She's so horny I almost feel sorry for her. With her eyes closed, her tongue out, her tits bouncing and her hand frantically moving back and forth between her thighs, this little whore has no more inhibitions. I look away for a moment to look at my watch. It's time to leave. To my dismay, we won't have time for one last round of spanking. I press the button again to communicate with the driver and ask him to get back on the road. Eva is so absorbed in her activity that she doesn't hear me. But she does notice when the car starts moving. She pauses and looks up at me.

"I know, I'm disappointed too that we don't have time to finish our game, but you see, I have other obligations," I tell her. "Now turn around and put your hands behind your back."

Despite the uncertainty on her face, she obeys me, stumbling as the car moves. I retrieve the handcuffs and blindfold I'd stashed nearby and proceed to put them on her. She doesn't resist, but I feel her body tense. For now, I take advantage of her restraints to admire her little ass and run a hand over her slit. Her damp cunt drives me crazy. After 6 months of marriage, it's a shame I've only discovered this side of her now. It's too little too late to enjoy it.

When the car stops, I lead Eva out. The streets are empty and it's too dark for anyone to see her. But she doesn't know that. The driver might be able to see her through the side-view mirror, but I pay him enough for him to say anything.

I guide Eva into a driveway. She stumbles as best she can, seeing nothing and still wearing her heels. I double-check the address before ringing the doorbell. But there's no doubt we're in the right place when I see Derek open the door.

"You're just in time, Alexander. Come on in!"

I feel Eva's body tense up as she hears Derek's voice. However, she offers no resistance when our host guides us into the living room. The room decor is too busy for my taste. It's a mix of Art Deco and baroque with imposing furniture, rugs, and tapestries, but with dim lighting and a fireplace, I admit that the ambiance is warm and inviting. I'm surprised to discover an attractive blond woman sitting in an armchair by the fire. The woman is only wearing a light red dress, yet she doesn't seem the least bit self-conscious about her near-nudity. She exudes an insolent confidence that's terribly sexy.

Derek motions me to place Eva in the center of the room, near the coffee table, which I do before asking her to kneel.

"Remove her blindfold," the woman asks.

As soon as I remove the fabric that was obscuring my wife's view, she looks at the woman and I can tell she knows her. She must have met her when she visited Derek's club.

"A good submissive keeps her gaze on the ground at all times," orders Derek in an icy tone.

Yet the enthusiasm on his face doesn't escape my gaze. Derek looks like a child who's just received a new toy on Christmas morning.

"Nice to see you again, little bitch," says the blond.

These two seem ready to indulge in all kinds of kinky games. I don't want to hold them up, so I ask Derek to get down to business. He leaves the room and come back with a document and pen. He lays everything on the table next to Eva and tells me which pages I should sign. I comply without flinching. I know it's for the best. Derek made me a rather generous offer.

"Do you want to explain it to her, or should I?" asks Derek.

At this point, all we need is the signature of my soon-to-be ex-wife to make it official.

"I'll do it," I say.

I turn my head to Eva, her eyes still fixed on the ground. I think deep down she understood. I try to detect a touch of sadness on her face, but nothing. I even think she's relieved. I'm not kidding myself; I know it wasn't her idea to marry me.

"Eva, I just signed our divorce papers. I'm going to ask you to sign them too. After that, you'll have to spend a week in this house, then you'll be free and assured that I'll destroy the photos I showed you. Your family will never know about it. You can tell your mother whatever you like, that I cheated on you and asked for a divorce. I'll back up your story. It's a generous offer. How's that sound?"

I hand her the pen and she finally looks up at me, then allows herself a glance towards Derek. She's probably wondering what he has planned for the next 7 days, but at this point, it's no longer my concern. Plus, with what I know about her now, I'm sure she couldn't be more excited to be handed over to a S&M club owner. Realizing she's in no position to negotiate, Eva picks up the pen and signs the divorce papers.

I take a copy to give to my lawyer. There's no point in sticking around any longer. I nod to Derek and, before walking away, place a gentle kiss on my ex-wife's head.

"Be good," I tell her.

Once back in the limo, I ask the driver to take me home. On my phone, I make a note to give him a bonus on his next paycheck to ensure his silence and dial the number of one of my booty calls. I'm all hot and have a bed to fill for the night.