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7
Tammi rolled sleepily over and looked at Johnny, still snoring. She giggled softly and went to make coffee and take a shower. After her shower, and her first cup of coffee she found Johnny still asleep in bed. Wondering how he could be so tired, she crawled into bed and started twirling his hair in her fingers. Johnny smiled briefly and barely raised one eyelid to look at her. Tammi smiled and ran her hands down to his bare chest. Scratching her nails over his nipples and dragging her hands down, under the blankets.
Propping herself up, she scooted over to kneel between his legs and put her hands behind her back clasping her elbows, she bent down and slowly and deliberately began sucking his rock hard member.
Johnny's eyes flew open, but he didn't say anything, when she finally looked up at his face, she smiled around his cock, and redoubled her efforts. Johnny grinned happily, and let his head fall back on the pillow, enjoying his wife's ministrations.
When Tammi had swallowed the last drop, Johnny pulled her to him, hugged her, and smiled. They lay there, with Tammi snuggled into his chest for almost fifteen minutes, before Johnny looked at the clock and pronounced it was time to get up.
"Wouldn't it just be easier to stay in bed all day?" Tammi asked with a grin on her face.
Johnny playfully swatted her ass, "Nope, got places to go today," he replied, smiling.
"I thought you said you took two weeks off," Tammi whined.
"Stop that. I did, but we have things to do. Get dressed."
So Tammi put on underwear, bra, jeans and a tight-fitting sweater while Johnny went to take his own shower and get some coffee.
When he came back into the bedroom, Tammi was sitting on the edge of the bed, waiting for him.
He smiled at her, and looked her over quickly, "You need a skirt," he said quickly.
She looked at him, with a blank face.
"And a lower cut blouse."
Tammi wanted to ask him where he got off telling her how to dress, but bit her tongue and went to the dresser.
"Is something wrong?" Johnny asked casually over his shoulder.
"No Sir," Tammi replied, still biting her tongue.
Johnny smiled to himself, but didn't push the issue, or they'd never get out of the house.
Tammi changed to a low cut blouse and skirt, and was just reaching for a pair of pantyhose, even though she hated them, when Johnny said, "You don't need those."
Tammi looked at him, "But my legs will be freezing, this skirt is too short, and the blouse is too low-cut, I'll end up getting frostbite."
"You'll be fine," he said sternly, and Tammi knew not to argue.
"Yes Sir," she replied quietly and lowered her head.
Johnny smiled.
When they were finally in the car, and on their way, Tammi asked where they were going.
"Spread your legs," Johnny said.
Tammi did, but repeated, "So where are we going?"
"I heard you the first time," Johnny replied.
"You're not going to tell me?" She asked, wondering where on earth he could be taking her at eleven in the morning with her dressed like a prostitute.
"No, you'll see when we get there."
They had been driving for almost half an hour, and Tammi was beginning to find things less and less familiar. Johnny reached over and put his hand between Tammi's legs.
"Johnny!" she yelped, shocked and squeezed her legs together.
"Open," he growled.
"Johnny, we're in the car, everyone can see, please," she whimpered.
Johnny turned off the main road onto a little back country road, and drove for nearly ten minutes, parking in a shaded area away from anything or anyone.
Johnny got out of the car and walked around to the passenger's side, he opened Tammi's door, and grabbed her hair, leading her out of the car by it, then he walked around to the trunk, opened it, and took out a length of rope and a pocket knife.
He walked Tammi over to a stand of trees, tied her hands and then looped the top over a fairly low hanging branch, pulling it to make Tammi stand on her toes. Then he tied of the remaining length on an alternate branch, to keep it taught.
Using his knife he cut a switch from another nearby tree, and looked at Tammi.
"You probably don't want to scream too loudly, unless you want someone walking in on this."
"Johnny please, I'm sorry, I just reacted, I didn't mean to…" her voice trailed off, she knew she had done something wrong, and by his reaction more than one, but was at a loss as to exactly what.
"Let me explain something here. When you signed that contract, you agreed to six months. Now if you had wanted to renegotiate, you should've done it before you signed. Now I can understand you have certain reservations, and while you're not a full slave per say you are a sub that is being considered for collaring, and therefore should act appropriately. When I tell you to do something, you do it. You either trust me enough to know that I would never seriously harm you, or ask you to do anything that would compromise your safety, or you don't. If you don't, then this can't go on. Trust is a huge ingredient and I know it needs to be worked on, but you know who I am Tammi."
Johnny paused, watching Tammi's face.
"Now if you understand this, and agree to it, again I might add, then all I need from you is a Yes Sir. If not then say no and I'll let you down and we'll go home."
Tammi looked at Johnny, did he know the dilemma he was presenting her. She didn't know if she could do everything he asked, but she knew he'd never hurt her, well not like that , her mind countered. She smiled inwardly at this, and then turned back to the problem at hand. After three days did she really want it to end? Could she honestly not do what he was asking? She thought so, but didn't want to commit to it, but could it really end here? The words he was asking were so simple and yet so hard for her to get out.
"Let's go Tammi, which is it?" He asked sharply.
Before she knew what would fly out of her mouth, she replied, "Yes Sir," and the words made her smile.
"Very well, another incident like that and we'll be doing this by the side of the road in full view of everyone."
Tammi's mouth formed an 'o', and then the first swish of the switch landed on her buttocks, and she yelped.
After ten strokes she was crying, and Johnny was working her skirt up over her hips. He saw the underwear and looked at her fiercely.
"Who told you to wear those?" He asked, snapping the waistband.
"Nobody," she said quietly.
"Exactly," he pulled them off and shoved them in her mouth.
Ten more strokes were applied to her bare bottom and by the end Tammi was sobbing.
"Now, you'll get five more for wearing those, from now on you wear what you're told, not what you feel like. Clear?"
Tammi nodded her head, and braced herself.
When the last five strokes were across her bottom, Johnny reached out and pulled the wadded up underwear from her mouth and threw them over his shoulder.
Tammi opened her mouth to protest and then snapped it shut.
Johnny smiled and kissed her, they stood there, her with her skirt still pulled up over her hips, and the rope tied to her hands, leaning against his chest, and him holding her. She was still crying softly.
"Let's go, we'll be late." Johnny gently untied her and got the rope down and put that and the switch in the trunk, "Just in case," he smiled.
Tammi shuddered, that switch had been horrendous, though still not as bad as that one time with Jimmy and the electrical cord.
Tammi got in the car and winced as her bottom hit the seat. Johnny chuckled slightly at this but said nothing.
They got back to the highway and Johnny turned on the radio. Then placed a hand on Tammi's thigh, "Open," he said, and Tammi spread her legs obediently apart. When his hand snaked further up under her skirt, she said nothing, just enjoying his fingers on her wet sex.
"Almost there," he said removing his hand, and bringing it to her mouth, "suck." He said.
Tammi looked at his fingers, covered in her juices and then back at Johnny's face. She took a deep breath, and tentatively began sucking Johnny's coated fingers clean. The taste wasn't that bad at all, and as long as she didn't think of the fact that it was her own juices she was okay. When she was done, Johnny smiled at her, and leaned over, quickly kissing her.
They pulled into the parking lot of what looked like an adult book store and Tammi smiled, toys, she thought, little did she know.
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