Unckown - The Willing Mrs. Talbot

He turned back to his wife, then, nodding in the direction of the large, square cabinet that served as a bar on the other end of the room. "Over there, worthless scum," he hissed at her. "You shall receive the punishment you deserve!"

The woman got quickly to her feet, turned and raced over to the large, square cabinet. She seemed to be familiar with what was about to happen, for she quickly bent over the bar, grasping hold of the opposite side.

"A good, sound caning is what you need," E.G. Talbot hissed. He walked over to the small stand that contained half a dozen walking sticks and selected one from the rack. He tapped it against his palm then turned, grinning savagely at his wife, her slender buttocks quivering invitingly.

"Ohh, come now, E.G.," chuckled Maggie nervously, then. "You can't be serious! Really, you've impressed me, but this has gone far enough!"

"Let me tell you something, Maggie," E.G. Talbot said, crossing the room and gripping the young woman by the chin. "I worked long and hard getting this far, most of my success is due to my power. My ability to control others. I am always in charge, and whoever shall come alter me, and enjoy my riches, is going to be just the kind of man I am."

He turned and glared at his wife. "She learned a long time ago to bow to my wishes. She learned to puffer when she had disobeyed or displeased me," he growled. "You're going to have to learn that, too. Just as my son's have learned it. I am Master here, and I decide who needs to be disciplined, and what punishment they shall receive. Only I!"

"Please, E.G., don't make me watch this," moaned the young woman, her belly churning violently as it had the night before.

"Ohh, it hurts you to watch the punishment?" he smiled thinly. "Good, I like that! You shall be punished too! Your discipline training starts now, Maggie. You are to watch the punishment Laurel receives!"

Maggie wanted to flee from the room, but found she could not. She sat rigid in the chair as E.G. turned and walked over to where his wife leaned against the liquor cabinet, her flesh moist now with sweating anticipation.

Somehow, Maggie realized that she had discovered part of the secret to this plan. Part of what had bound her husband to such a violent and horrible withdrawal from her affections. She sensed she had to watch this, had to endure this strange torture.

It was important, she realized, for she could feel the struggle growing in this family, the ebb and flow of power that was beginning to boil within these walls. There was danger here, for her and Dash, but even more danger if she tried to hide from whatever the twisted facts were.

She locked her eyes on E.G Talbot now, determined that she would witness, once more, the secret passions of this family. It was the only way, she realized, that she could find out what to do to save herself and the man she loved.

E.G. Talbot tapped his wife's buttocks with the hard, rounded edge of the walking stick. She moaned, shuddered involuntarily as she felt him moving the highly polished wood over her trembling half moons.

"You have been very, very wicked, haven't you, Laurel?" he whispered, his voice sounding as if he were talking to a small child.

"Yes, Master, yes I have," she agreed, her voice too, sounding meek and childlike, now. "Ohh, I'm so sorry, E.G., I am!"

"Saying you're sorry isn't enough, now is it, Laurel?" he growled harshly.

The woman moaned, and rocked her slender frame from left to right as her husband moved the cane upward, tapping at the base of her spine. He slowly worked the thick, long stick up to her shoulders, and she shivered in excitement.

"No, no, saying I'm, sorry is never enough," she murmured quietly. "I know that, E.G., I know what you have to do."

"You need to be punished, don't you, Laurel?" he asked coldly. "You need to be disciplined, so you won't forget again, don't you?"

Maggie watched as the woman nodded now, clearing accepting her husband's judgment. "Ohh, yes, E.G., I have to be punished," she gasped, quivering violently as she felt the cane leaving her flesh. "I need it, E.G., I need the comfort of your discipline!"

The man nodded and smiled, raising the cane high over his head. "Then you shall have what you need, bitch," he snarled.

He brought it down viciously against her buttocks and her piercing cry of pain rang in Maggie's ears with a harsh, stinging screech. She watched the woman's body buckling under the blow, and Maggie had to clutch her belly to hold the powerful sickness inside of her as the lingering sound of wood meeting flesh remained in her ears long after the first blow had landed.

Shuddering, Maggie watched intently as the woman writhed in obvious ecstasy from the vicious blows. She was gasping with pain, but made no move to escape the falling cane, merely gripping the edge of the bar as tightly as possible, to remain stationary.

"This is what you deserve," the big man growled. "This is the punishment that is due to you!"

Nodding wildly, the woman's back arched as the cane slammed violently into the base of her spine. "Ohh, God, yes, Master, yes, E.G," she moaned wildly. "It's so good, so very good to be disciplined by you!"

It was clear to Maggie that E.G. Talbot had been doing this sort of thing for years. She could see now, that her poor husband had suffered under such violent abuse. Perhaps he even had to inflict it on another from time to time, she thought, that would explain his violent outburst and withdrawal from her, recently.

E.G. turned to her now, a look on his face that was nearly animalistic in nature. His lips were drawn back over his teeth and he was grinning, savagely. He pointed to his wife's now red, welted back and laughed cruelly.

"You see how she can suffer for me?" he barked. "See how she endures the punishment she has earned?"

Maggie did not reply. She was too shocked and horrified by what she was seeing, to respond to his questions. Her eyes were wide and clear and her mind racing with thoughts, now, for she knew she would have to combat this powerful influence.

E.G. turned to his wife once more, lashing her buttocks viciously with tile cane. "When you disobey, you must be punished," he grunted, cracking it against the soft, fleshy half moons once more. "Each evil deed deserves a harsh response!"

He whacked her hard on the shoulders and the older woman buckled, sobbing as the blow landed. Her head was bent low, pressed against the top of the bar, and her legs taut with the effort of remaining in position.

"I am so foolish," she groaned thickly.

"And you are so wonderful to discipline me, E.G.! Ohh, I need this, I need this so badly, yes!"

The big, powerful man steadily worked the cane up and down the length of his wife's back. He seemed to take particular pleasure in lashing at her thighs, for they were a tender area, and the pain he could inflict was extreme when he attacked that portion of her body.

"I am master here," he snarled. "And I must discipline all those you disobey me! Your punishment is the sign of how much I love you!"

Laurel Talbot nodded again, gasping as he cruelly smashed the wooden cane against her bruised thighs, once more. "Ohh, God, yes, E.G., you are so kind!" she murmured, her voice thick with pain.

He smashed the cane hard on her buttocks now, and laughed as huge, red welts emerged on her flesh. They began to cover the creamy mounds in an ugly fashion, joining those that already dotted her thighs and shoulders.

"You are my slave, Laurel," he hissed, his voice now becoming strained with the effort of beating her. "You have no other master but me! My word is law!"

"Yes, E.G., yes," the woman sobbed, quivering with the impact of yet another blow, and the obvious ecstasy that she took from receiving it. "I will always respect your wishes, Master, always!"