Kinky Contract: Part 4

“Baby?” I whisper, fighting my floaty afterglow to check in on her.

Sarah doesn’t answer. Instead she is transfixed by my wedding band resting in the center of her palm in a sort of daze. She’d just watched a friend bring her man to orgasm for the first time ever then while she was still reeling from that it was called to her attention that the ring that marked me as her one and only, the lasting physical symbol of our bond, was no longer on my finger. I can’t even imagine what she was thinking right now. That sneaky Maria! She’d been holding my left hand as she jerked me off. She must have slipped it off while I was cumming. Javi warned me that she could be a terrible brat and this was Sarah and I’s first taste of it.

My wife stands frozen until the moment I go to reach for my ring. The instant I move her hand clasps around it, forming a tight fist which she brings to hold over heart. “I’ll…look after this for you.” She whispers. After looking me in the eyes for a few long seconds, during which her true feelings remain as closed off as her hard gripped fist, she adds. “Until this is over…you’re hers.”

“Sarah…”

Too late. She had already left the room. Daaamn! I thought I’d made Sarah jealous with my sweet talk and hand job chore. Those must have seemed mere pin pricks after the emotional evisceration Maria had dealt to her. I couldn’t even imagine how I would have felt had the roles been reversed. Still no safeword though. The challenge was still on.

For a few minutes I ponder what had just happened. Ignoring the ring thing…that had been pretty fucking hot. My Princess serving me, my wife watching me, those big scrumptious titties…yeah, pretty fucking hot. Honestly, as a self confessed hotwife and cuckold fetishist, I didn’t think that I’d enjoy the other side of things. But I had. Not with that same soul searing intensity, not even close, but the shoe didn’t fit so bad on the other foot.

After a few minutes lost in thought Princess comes skipping back into the room. Humming a happy tune she takes up my dirty dishes. She scrapes the small amount I hadn’t eaten into the trash then piles them beside the sink. We had a dishwasher but it appeared that Princess was going to be doing our dishes by hand. I consider saying something but as I thought about it it seemed more appropriate for a sub to do it by hand, and so I let her be.

“Not that I’m complaining.” She says with a glance at me over her shoulder. “But you’re still hanging out, Daddy.”

“Hm?” I look down at my slowly sagging dick. “Oh!” Wrapping the robe around my torso I quickly tie it off. As the water fills the sink and the suds rise I sit rubbing the vacant spot on my ring finger. Without it I felt even more naked than when my robe was open. It felt weird. “Hey, um, take it easy. Okay? She’s new to this.”

With angelic innocence she says. “I don’t have a clue what you are talking about, Daddy.”

“Hrm.”

Alright. This was going to be an issue. The ring thing was sneaky and creatively trouble-making but I could give her a pass on it as her being sassy. Denying what she’d done when asked however was direct insubordination. That I could not let pass. Back when Javi had warned me about Maria’s bratty streak I had been giving thought to what I was going to do about it. I had certain hard lines that I would not cross and raising a hand or inflicting pain to a woman was one of them, even if it was consensual. I could do a bit of playful spanking and what have you with Sarah but I trusted her and she trusted me in ways that took years to build. Besides, whatever bdsm punishment I could mete out Maria would have felt it a hundred times over a hundred times worse. I was no Master Xavier. I had figured out my own ways. I just hoped they worked.

As I sit watching Maria do the dishes and pondering my next move Sarah returns. She had showered and dressed for a laid back day at home. In sweats, a frumpy sweater, slippers, her hair back in a simple ponytail, and not a hint of make up on I wondered if she had purposely made herself look plain today. Rarely would she look this casual when we had company over. If that was what she was doing the trick was on her. To these two eyes she was more radiantly beautiful at her worst than any other woman alive at their very best. The thing that catches my eye however is a glint of gold around her neck. The one piece of jewelry that she had on besides her wedding ring was a slender chain at the bottom of which hung my wedding band like a pendant. When she sees me looking at it she tucks it under her sweater to hide it from sight. Looking much calmer and more herself again she gives me a little smile and a nod to let me know that all was good. After that she returns to being the silent witness.

The sound of the plug being pulled and the soaping water gurgling down the drain brings my attention back to the sink.

“Done.” Princess announces. Turning around Maria leans back against the counter drying her hands with that spark of mischief still twinkling in her eyes. “Can we watch our movie now?”

“Hrm.” I grumble again as I get to my feet. I approach the sink to inspect her work. Ha! I knew it. One act of brattiness was bound to be followed by another. Especially by a sub trying to explore their new boundaries. “You haven’t dried them yet.”

She peers up at me, barely able to hold back her grin. “I thought I’d let them air dry.”

“Hrm.” Here and there among the small amount of dishes I find little spots and globs of unwashed food thank to the shoddy job she’d done with them. On purpose no doubt. Taking up the pan she’d prepared her sauce in I point at it. “This isn’t even clean, Princess.”

She looks at it then back to me. Biting her bottom lips she bats her eyes up at me and mewls. “I did my best.”

Maria waits anxiously to see what the ramifications of her naughty behavior would be. Would it be a lecture? Would it be a humiliating task? Making her crawl around the house naked and gagged perhaps? Would I make her do them all again? Would I take her over my knee? None of the above. Setting the pot down I do what might be the last thing that she expected. I pull her into a big, warm hug.

Hugging her close I kiss the top her head. “That’s okay, Princess.” Guiding her toward the table I sit her down on the seat that I’d just vacated. I pet her hair as I back away. “I know you tried your best.”

A confused Princess looks up at me. “What?”

“I guess doing the dishes is just too much for you. Speaking the truth too it seems. I expected too much from you. That’s my fault.” I say in that soul-wrenching tone of ‘I’m not angry, just disappointed’. “You sit there and rest. I’ll do the dishes.”

“What!?”

From the drying rack I transfer the dishes back to the opposite side of our twin sinks then add soap and begin to refill the sudsy side with hot water.

Maria watches for as long as she could bear before she springs to her feet and rushes to my side. “Wait. I can do better, Daddy. Let me show you.” She tugs at my arm as it reaches for the wash cloth. “No. Let me.” When I look at her she is gazing back at me with huge, desperate eyes. Softly and much more humbly she begs. “Please!”

“Maybe next time, darlin.”

“But…”

I stop her dead with a deep firm tone. “Sit…down.”

“Yes, Daddy.” Like a scolded pup Maria slinks back to her chair and slumps down. “I’m sorry, Daddy.”

When I turn my back on her there is a grin on my face. As punishments go I may have just hit a home run. With my service sub for the weekend forced to sit and watch her Dom do her chore and my wife bearing witness you could have heard a pin drop between the clink of cutlery and splashes of water. Taking my time I wash each dish to perfection then dry them one by one and make a show of putting each away in their proper place. Like a good ‘Daddy’ I wasn’t simply doing the job for her but teaching her how I wanted it done in the future.

When I finally turn around again I find Princess a cowed woman. Head remaining respectfully bowed she says softly. “I’ll do my chores. I won’t lie anymore. I’ll be good, Daddy.”

“Come here.” I take her into my arms as she rises and hug her again. “Did you really do your best, Princess?”

“No, Sir.”

“You can do better?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“We’ll see.” Stepping back I hold her by the shoulders and give her a smile. “I believe in you, Princess. I know you won’t let me down.”

“Oh!” For a moment she just stared in a sort of awe…until she blinks then returns a sweet if sheepish smile of her own. “Can we still watch our movie?”

“We’ll have to see.” I say. “There’s still one more chore on the list. Shall we go get you unpacked?”

“I can do it!” She insists.

“Then get goin, darlin!” I laugh and swat her ass as she scoots by.

“He he he he!”

Still chuckling I shake my head and follow along with my wife close behind.

Part 5