Carl looked at Greta, where she lay over the lap of the anonymous trainer. The look in her eyes told him everything he needed to know: it was a challenge to him, to try to master her the way this demigod was demonstrating she should be mastered.
At his wits' end with her refusal even to admit that everything was not as it should be in their bedroom, he had answered the cryptic ad: "Wives trained; demonstrations given." According to the arrangement made by email, when he had pulled up at the address, three burly men had been there to pull Greta from the car and bring her inside. Carl had followed, hardly believing what was happening.
Upstairs, through the door marked "Training Room #3," he found that Greta had been given fishnet tights, and told to put them on. Looking defiantly at him, she was complying. One of the three men had introduced himself, after removing all his clothes, as "Trainer 5." He was massive in every way, and Carl watched Greta respond to the appearance of his manhood with visible trepidation.
As he watched Trainer 5 pull Greta over his powerful lap, he knew he would do whatever it took to answer the challenge in his wife's eyes. The trainer gave Greta a forceful, shameful hand-spanking. As he did so, he did not neglect to caress her degradingly from time to time, to provoke wild cries of compulsory pleasure, and to demonstrate to Carl just how to get the submissive response he wanted.
That day Carl learned exactly how such a challenge should be answered.
Photo via the wonderful Marie Berrios.
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