I joined the Navy fresh out of high school because good paying jobs were tough to find in Western New York. The steel mills which were the backbone of our nation were shutting down in favor of cheap foreign steel and much of the heavy industry was relocating down south and paying only one third of the prevailing wages. When my tour of duty was over I took the civil service test for Correction Officer and passed. My permanent assignment was at a Class-A Max and eventually I lucked out and got a wall tower on days. This was the perfect assignment to get out of population and to pursue my first love...reading.

By the time that I was 33 I was debt free and I had modest savings with the start of a good portfolio of mutual funds and my small ranch house was paid off in full. To my detriment I started to go bald in my twenties and at 33 this was a foregone conclusion. Nevertheless I was almost good looking at the time at 200 lbs at 6' 2" tall. People have always told me that they couldn't believe I was a Correction Officer because I was such a nice guy. The public perceives us as uneducated brutes and this misconception is reinforced by the liberal news media bias and the current pop culture components of our society. I have explained to various people over the years that there is a time to be tough and when that time comes you do what has to be done. I was also single having yet to find the right girl.

In 1985 I first saw my future wife Lisa at my cousin's wedding reception. I was 33 at the time and Lisa was 22. Lisa was wearing an emerald green strapless dress that enhanced her beautiful green eyes. It also complimented her shoulder length red auburn hair which floated about her shoulders like a cloud and she wore it layered in those days with bangs. When my cousin Sam introduced us I shook her hand but didn't let go as was proper. Instead, I escorted Lisa to the dance floor and bowed to her with a flourish saying "Beautiful angel from heaven would you do me the honor of this dance. Lisa danced with me even though the band was on break; Sam went to the Jute Box and dropped some money in God bless him and when the band returned we dance some more.

I spent the entire evening dancing with Lisa. I was infatuated with her and I couldn't keep my eyes off of her. To say that she stole my heart was to say that the sky was blue or the oceans were deep and mysterious. I made up my mind that whatever it took I would win her over and I did just being myself. During our engagement Lisa refused to give me oral sex although she enjoyed receiving it and that that didn't change after we were married 2 years later. I was disappointed but I never pushed the issue.

During our third year together she decided to grow her hair out to all one length being tired of the bangs and layers. I always preferred this style of long hair on women and especially on my woman. By 1997 Lisa had beautiful thick waist length red hair.

Lisa’s hairdresser Holley did a marvelous job with it. Lisa's hair was precisely blunt cut to all one length and it was as soft and smooth as an angel's wings... my Angel's wings.


Since we were very financially well off in 1989 and Lisa decided to quit her job as a dental receptionist to be a stay at home wife even though she was not the greatest housekeeper and could barely cook. Lisa however excelled at spending money and this meant that I was working plenty of overtime to keep up with her expensive tastes. Clothing, jewelry or things for the house and a new full-size red pickup truck every three years, she loved driving red pickup trucks. I drove her old ones and didn't care because I only wanted to make her happy. Lisa was my wife... my lover and my Angel.

Against my better judgment Lisa talked me into buying an expensive toupee and I took a lot of good-natured teasing and some not. I got into a fist fight with a bloviating blowhard at roll call that took 6 Officers to break up. We were not hurt too badly during the short time that we pummeled each another with our fists. We went to see the Captain and both swore up and down that nothing happened other than good natured horseplay despite the blowhard’s fat lip and loose teeth and my black eye. The incident was kept in house and I continued to wear my toupee to please her.

In the spring of 1997 Lisa decided to attend the community college. The reason as she put it, “I want to broaden my horizons".

I reluctantly went along with it and in the fall of 1998 an incident occurred that changed our lives in ways that neither of us could have foreseen.

My truck broke down on the way to work when one of the four universal joints suddenly gave way. I telephoned the facility from the Goodyear Tractor Supply and advised them of the situation requesting to use a PL which stands for personal leave day. There was an open slot on the PL Board and I was given the day off. I was only 2 miles from home so after the tow truck left I decided to walk home and surprise my beautiful wife. I had put on 50 pounds over the years and I told myself because of my height I was able to carry it well; whether we admit it to ourselves or not we all rationalize something. At my last physical 6 months prior my doctor told me that my overall test results were very good but I could stand to lose at least 20 or more pounds which was why I walked home knowing the exercise would do me good.

Lisa would not start the next semester of college for another week and since I was walking she wouldn't hear me pull into the driveway. I decided I would quietly tip toe into the house to surprise my beautiful Angel. It was only 7:30 AM and she probably would still be in bed. I would make breakfast for us as I always do on my days off and then we could spend the afternoon making love. Perhaps we could go to see a movie followed by dinner in her favorite Italian restaurant….life was wonderful.

When I was in sight of my house I observed a black corvette convertible with vanity plates parked across the street and suspiciously I checked it out. The top was down and the factory bucket seats were covered with expensive custom made sheepskin seat covers. The Staff-Parking sticker affixed to the windshield was from Lisa’s college and her Western Literature Professor owned such a car. I met the man when I attended the college open house. She thought that Professor Ares was brilliantly worldly and charming while I found him vain, pompous, condescending, anal retentive and a bit of a fop.

Professor Ares was in his early thirties and he was a tall, thin man and I would estimate him being 6' 4" tall/ 170 lbs. He was fastidious about his appearance right down to his manicured finger nails. Luke wore colognes with names I probably couldn't pronounce and wouldn't purchase regardless and he favored $100.00 haircuts. He wore expensive silk ties with a 2-carat diamond/ platinum stickpin. The Professor favored hand sewed monogrammed white shirts with diamond cuff links and $1000.00 plus suits. Luke’s black hair was full and thick and he wore it on the long side. He was clean-shaven with a dimple in his chin and had dark eyes with long eyelashes. I had to admit that he was handsome almost to the point of being pretty and while I was never close to handsome at least I was not homely.

When I got to the back porch I could hear soft music coming from my bedroom as I quietly entered my house through the front door. Once inside I opened my bedroom door a crack and looked in to see my wife's lover lying naked in my bed. The bastard was on my bed with his eyes closed and he had a lascivious smile on his face. Lisa was naked and performing fellatio on him with her beautiful hair fixed in a simple ponytail. Luke's foul hands were stroking her ponytail which angered me all the more. Enraged almost beyond reason I kicked the door slamming it into the wall breaking the plaster behind it. The loud explosive sound froze them both into inaction and momentary stunned confusion. I strode into the room pulling Lisa away from him and sending her sprawling. Mastering my berserker's rage I threw a sheet at Lisa to cover her shame.

"Get dressed you son of a bitch! I'm going to give you a chance to defend yourself and then I'm going to pound the shit out of your sorry ass. We will see then who is the better man."

Turning my attention to my cowering wife I hissed through clenched teeth. "I'll deal with you later."

With false bravado the fop professor stood up and Luke was laughing and clapping his hands as he walked towards me and that was comical in its own right. The brilliant professor didn't have the brains (good sense) to get dressed and in retrospect it was contempt for me the common man shared by many of his ilk in the elite liberal academia.

"I must hand it to you, you ludicrous buffoon."

Can you believe it, that's what the naked idiot said to me after I found him in my bed with my wife? His voice was dripping with visceral contempt.

"That was quite the performance and I thought you lacked the imagination for such theatrics, such comedy. Nevertheless you bald, fat, old fool, I'm obviously the better man I possess your beautiful wife do I not? You have been cuckold, not I. I am a black belt you cuckold imbecile and I will not soil my hands and lower myself to engage in fisticuffs with an unlettered, unwashed brute such as you. Violence is the opiate of the mindless beast you clueless oaf. If you dare lay a hand on me I'll have you arrested and prosecuted to the fullest extent of the law."

I reacted immediately to his mocking laughter and my anger was now cold, tempered and calculated and he would have been far better off with enraged beyond belief. I smiled at him and this was not what he expected because Luke to a step backwards looking unsure. Stepping forward I slapped Luke with my open palm and I mocked him calling him a poltroon and a fop with my words stinging his ostentatious ego as my hand did his pretty face.

"The only black belt I see in this room is the one on your pants on the back of the chair, Sensei."

Among inmates in prison slapping a man in the face is the ultimate expression of contempt and disrespect and it is referred to as a bitch slap. Failure to immediately retaliate would only lead to more of the same and then all would extort the punk and eventually he might be raped. I continued slapping him violently with both hands while alternating between the palm and back of my hand. My bitch slaps were jerking his head from side to side and I was moving him about the bedroom in a dance of emasculation and humiliation while easily blocking his ineffectual clumsy punches and kicks. The black belt nonsense was a bluff and not a very good one at that. I left him cowering on the floor with his knees drawn to his chest and he was sobbing and sniffling like a woman. I now turned my attention to my adulterous wife and I pointed to the mewling wretch on the floor.



"Look at your young stud now, Lisa, as handsome and trim as I am not. I give you Luke, the absolute epitome of manliness in your eyes or if you prefer, Luke the magnificent stallion of your canal-depraved adultery. I give you Luke, the mewling inspiration of your deceitful heart in celebration of your adultery. I give you Professor Ares... Ares does the irony of his name escape you, Lisa. The living reincarnation of the ancient Greek God of War, yes, that Ares! Or if you prefer his Roman counterpart, Mars; Luke, the valiant, brilliant worldly professor; the progeny of Zeus and conqueror of nations and despoiler of women and the renowned hero of celestial Olympus.”

And I continued, mocking them both and laughing.

“I give you Luke, your lover and protector... your champion, the man who would have me arrested and prosecuted to the fullest extent of the law for his sake but not for yours. Such an inspiring sight Ares makes weeping on the floor. Go to him, Pandora. Be the proud standard-bearer and shield maiden to this absent manhood professor.”

Lisa remained frozen on the spot and I could see the fear in her eyes and I was glad. I went to my top dresser drawer and removed my US Navy Kabar Fighting Utility Knife from its leather sheath. The knife was a gift from my father upon graduating boot camp and I kept the blade well oiled and razor sharp. I walked over to Lisa and grabbed her long silky ponytail.

"Perhaps your champion the black belt would like a decoration for his war helmet. Traditionally in ancient times dyed horse’s tails were used but this will have to do.”

I severed her ponytail from her head and her remaining hair fell forward covering her shamed face. Her once waist length hair was now barley touching the nape of her long neck. I wasn't through with the miserable offal and I picked Luke up by the hair and made him stand on his feet.

“Open your mouth, punk, or I will cut your testicles off!" I was bluffing however the poltroon did not know that.

I shoved Lisa's severed ponytail into his mouth so it hung down evenly from either side of Luke's face and then I then ordered him to bite down and told him to keep it there or else.

I then forcefully threw the knife at his feet and the point buried itself in the floor an inch deep through the rug and into the wood floor. He flinched but didn't dare move or meet my eyes and his perfect white capped teeth were clamped down on Lisa's ponytail.

"There is your sword, War God, pick it up.”

I stepped back and folded my arms, waiting………..

"I thought as much. I believe we have established who is a man and who isn't you foul, mewling wretch and in your case having a functioning penis doesn't necessarily make you one" I calmly, espoused. “And that can be easily remedied.”

"We need to explore your assessment of me and I quote you in part; “unlettered and unwashed brute”. Unwashed brute as I just demonstrated when I tore down your temple… perhaps, bitch, perhaps. However, you lecherous poltroon, I must take exception to unlettered. This mistaken notion needs to be dispelled and shown the light of day."

I explained calmly and reasonably.

"Let us go outside and discuss it ...bitch!"

I grabbed his testicles, squeezing with my implied threat and I led him like a broken gelding to his parked muscle car with the knife remaining stuck fast to the floor. Following close behind and wrapped in the sheet, Lisa stood in the driveway and watched, making no attempt to stop me as I threw her emasculated lover over the hood of his black Corvette muscle car. I then gave Luke a spanking on his bare buttocks with my open hand.

While spanking him, I quoted John Dryden, from Alexander's Feast (1697), "None but the brave deserves the fair.

I quoted from J.M. Barrie in his Rhetorical Address at St. Andrews in May of 1922.

"Courage is the thing. All goes if courage goes!' I continued slapping his shamed red buttocks and Luke’s teeth were still firmly clamped on the ponytail.

I included Ernest Hemingway, in Men at War (1942).

"Cowardice as distinguished from panic is almost always simply a lack of ability to suspend the functioning of the imagination".

The police arrived and got out of their patrol cars and stood to watch, I finished with Charles Churchill's "Night" (1761)

"Keep up appearances, there lies the test. The world will give you credit for the rest. Outward be fair, however foul within.

Sin if thou wilt, but then in secret sin".

I stepped away from the Corvette, putting up my hands and displaying my palms to assure them that I wasn't armed.

The effete professor retreated to the driver’s side seat and covered himself with the sheepskin seat covers now wet with Luke’s urine. Lisa's ponytail, my thoughtful gift to him was thrown carelessly to the ground and snot and tears were running down Luke's face. His eyes were red and swollen from crying and his buttocks red and purple with bruises and I am pleased to say not to be undone by his sore testicles.

One of my neighbors, Patty Green, telephoned the police. Patty explained the situation and was laughing while giving the blow-by-blow details and requested that they take their time. Patty's husband Bill, a retired city fireman and now Town Justice of the Peace captured the entire episode with his camcorder and ironically this actually saved me from going to jail or being sued.

Fortunately, I knew both the responding officers, another factor in my favor. While initially laughing but trying to maintain their composure they took my statement and statements from the mentioned witnesses and when they tried to interview the punk for a statement Luke refused to get out of his car or give them one and surprisingly Lisa refused to cooperate as well.

I strongly objected when the officers allowed the absent manhood professor to return to the house and get dressed and I was very agitated at the thought of him in my home again and as a result I started to have chest pains and was rushed to the hospital by ambulance. After a two-day stay in the hospital and extensive testing, I was diagnosed with stable angina and John, my doctor ordered me to loose 60 lbs or it could worsen and I would be on medication for life. I left my toupee in the wastebasket of my hospital room on the day that I was released.

My neighbors and connections kept me from prosecution and I was given an appearance ticket for disorderly conduct and I plead guilty to a violation and paid a fifty-dollar fine. As I said, the copy of the tape prevented me from being sued, why face a trial and risk further public humiliation, but I wasn't the only one with connections. I was brought up on departmental charges for conduct unbecoming an Officer and I could either resign retiring at half-pay or be fired; I resigned and Lisa moved in with him.

One month later I was served with divorce papers and with the help of her lover, Lisa retained a high priced lawyer. We settled out of court. I agreed to give her most of everything except for my book collection. I have an extensive collection of Folio Society and Easton Press to name a few publishers and I also kept the contents of my study. This included my barrister bookcases, my reading lamps and leather chair with matching ottoman. The agreement also included my antique oak roll top desk and my oak futon. She agreed to waive her attorney fees and signed off on my pension in consideration to the house that I owned before we were married. There was one other thing I kept, the wood sailboat that I was restoring in a rented barn. My attorney thought I was crazy wanting to negotiate a more equitable settlement and I refused to listen. I was hurt and angry and I refused to meet with her letting my lawyer do the talking.

I was cuckold and all I wanted were things to be over and done with. It wasn't about the money and it was never about the money because I could always make more. I dominated and humiliated my hated enemy, Luke. I forced him to crawl at my feet. The coward, I made him the hostage of my conquest and paraded him on the streets a testament to my victory over him. It was never about the money, it was about honor and I had mine back for a price. He would remain forever the ransom-less hostage...redemption denied!

I moved out and found a small studio apartment and I did some major repair work for my landlady, Margie, a mature woman in her seventies. This kept my hands and mind busy but it did nothing for the tear in my soul. In consideration for this, and for maintaining the property, I lived there rent- free and took my meals with her. I also had a brief affair with Margie's daughter, Mary.

Mary was a lovely recently divorced woman with her last child now away at college. Her husband, a high school math teacher was a verbally abusive bastard, calling her fat, stupid and worthless. She was a kindergarten teacher and was anything but those things. As Mary said, "Enough is enough, so I left the asshole."

Our affair lasted for about a year and I was upfront with her about being on the rebound and Mary the same, we, two people, hurting. The sex was wonderful while it lasted and most importantly we were a great comfort to one another.


Meanwhile, Lisa put the house up for sale, including all the appliances and remaining furniture and when all the assets from our divorce settlement were calculated, she walked away with over $ 400,000.00. Lisa and her gelding moved to California where Luke found a position, teaching.

I always wanted to open up a bookstore and be my own boss. Twenty-five years plus of punching a clock was enough for me.

But first I need to do something about my health, so I started walking and I walked everywhere possible and in no time lost the sixty pounds. Mary started walking with me and she lost about 25 lbs a plus for her as well.

During the next two years I saved money for a down payment for my bookstore and then took out a loan for the rest. I bought a large brownstone for taxes. I remodeled it and was soon in business for myself and I hired my old landlady to help out part time. I lived on the third floor in two of eight rooms not counting the bathroom and kitchen. The second floor was for storage and overflow from my store. My needs were simple. I had my books and I continued restoring my sailboat boat.

I mentioned before that I was once self-conscious about my hair loss. I bought top-of-the-line electric hair clippers with all the attachments and guide combs and then I kept my hair clipped close to the scalp with those clippers. Vanity denied became strength and I am now content with how God made me.

Three years after my divorce Lisa walked into my bookstore about an hour before closing. I was putting some books away and my back was to her and I did not see her walk in. She politely asked if the owner was available and I recognized Lisa's voice right away. It was obvious that she didn't recognize me as I lost sixty pounds and now with a close cropped head with that ridiculous toupee gone. When I turned around the surprised look on Lisa's face was most satisfying and I too was surprised. She had put on some weight, perhaps as much as twenty pounds. While we were married she was always dieting and she spent hours at her heath club exercising.

I liked Lisa this way, slightly plump and buxom. It had softened her features and rounded her figure in all the right places.

Yes, buxom and voluptuous definitely suited her at forty-one going on forty-two. What I didn't like was what she had done to her hair. It was no longer her beautiful natural shade of red auburn. It was jet black the same color as Luke's, except it was styled in tight frizzy curls of different lengths. Lisa's hair was shorter around her face and longer in the back and even her bangs were curled and her hair barely touched her shoulders. In fact it looked like an afro-mullet or if you prefer an afro-shag mistake. This had to be Lisa's fop geldings doing and either by preference or malicious design, Luke had ruined her beautiful red auburn hair. We stood there and looked at one another and finally she broke the silence

"I came here to ask you something, Adam."

I just looked at her not knowing what to say next. The last words that I spoke to Lisa were in the bedroom were "I will deal with you later".

"Do you hate me, Adam? I can't blame you if you do, but I need to know. Do you still hate me?'

"Did you come all the way from California to ask me that question? And I was starting to get angry.

"You committed adultery! I caught you sucking on his cock and that was something you denied me, your husband. Wasn’t I pretty enough for you, Lisa? You filed for divorce and took damn near everything that I ever worked for and for us…for you. I gave you everything including my love. Do I hate you? “I said, raising my voice. “You want to know if I hate you.”

I was almost shouting at her and then catching myself I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I remembered Lisa as a young woman and how she loved me and how happy we were then. Nothing good would come from berating or brow beating her and when I opened my eyes she was starting to cry.

"Stop crying Lisa?” I said quietly and then I walked over to lock the door and I reversed the sign from open to closed.

“Please stop crying and then I'll answer your question. No, I don't hate you. I'm over those feelings now and have moved on with my life. Is that what you needed to hear? Then I'm glad I made you feel better about yourself. You now have your closure and you can go back to your handsome lover. I wish you well Lisa, I really do and I hope nobody ever tears a hole in your soul. I unlocked the door and then I turned my back to Lisa, dismissing her.

Then the floodgate of tears broke loose and Lisa started crying uncontrollably and that wasn't like her and soon she was hyperventilating as well. The only other time she acted like this was when her father died and after the funeral Lisa was in bed for a week. This wasn't an act and something was seriously wrong and thank God that I caught her before she crumpled to the floor. Something was seriously wrong and I did the only thing I could do. I carried her up to my apartment and let her lie down on the futon and gave her a glass of water and some ice in a washcloth for her forehead and sat with her holding her hand.

When Lisa calmed down I went downstairs to the bookstore and telephoned her sister. Janice would come and take her home with her.

To make a long story short, and yes I realize that sometimes I am long winded. The short version is that Luke convinced Lisa to let him invest the money for the sale of the house and the bogus mutual funds on paper were making fabulous dividends. Janice and her husband, Mark took a second mortgage on their house and let Luke invest their money for them as well. Luke and Lisa lived lavishly until her money ran out and then Luke left her taking literally everything and leaving her with insurmountable debt and furthermore Janice said

"I can't come and get her, Adam, my husband won't allow her in our house and I have my children to think about."

I went back upstairs to my apartment and found Lisa quietly waiting and I informed her that Janice had told me everything and much more then I just disclosed. I then offered to let Lisa stay temporarily and her face lit up at my offer. She got up off the futon to hug me and I folded my arms, preventing her.

"Thank you for the second chance, Adam” She said, taking a step back.

"You know of course that you will be working in the bookstore?"

"I will do anything you say, Adam."

"You will not be getting a salary just room and board."

"I understand."

"You will have to keep the apartment clean...no, you will keep the apartment spotless."

"Anything you say, Adam."

"I have no great expectations that your cooking will ever improve, Lisa."

"Yes, Adam."

"Lisa, as I said before I will take you back temporarily and give you a second chance, however if things work out I will never remarry you. We may live together but never again will you be my equal and you need to understand that right now.

She started to speak and I stopped her by gently putting my hand over her mouth.

"Be silent, Lisa Marie, I'm not done speaking yet, little girl."

I enjoyed the shocked look in her beautiful green eyes because I had never talked like that to her before.

"You will do as I say in all things without reservation or hesitation and furthermore you will always tell me the truth.

Your life will revolve around me now and you will submit to me totally. Those are my unconditional terms and you may take them or leave them. I'm going for a walk now, a bit early but I walk at least 4 miles almost every day and if I find you here when I return I'll have my answer.

When I returned 2 hours later I found Lisa sitting on a kitchen chair with her hands folded on the table, waiting and I thought to myself “this just might work out after all. I have Lisa exactly I want her now, under my thumb.” I walked up and placed my hands on her shoulders to prevent her from standing.

"Are you afraid of me now?

Looking down, she whispered. "Yes, Adam."

Letting her stand to face me I gently took her chin between my thumb and forefinger and lifted her head to meet my eyes.

"Look at me and tell me the truth. If you are afraid of me why did you decide to stay?

Swallowing, and then licking her lips, she said.

"You beat and humiliated him and had him crawling on the floor and you were so angry and I didn't know what to think except that I was terrified. He always bragged that he was a black belt and he didn't fight back much and was crying and….

"What else; finish your sentence?"

"I was terrified that you were going to kill him” and she closed her eyes, trembling.

"I never realized how dangerous you were until then; you were always such a gentle and mild man. In all the years we were married you never even raised your voice to me. When you were angry with me you always went for a walk and when you took that big knife out of the drawer I thought for sure that you were going to kill both us. You were willing to fight for me and you gave Luke a chance to be a man and I left you for him? I'm so ashamed, Adam, so very ashamed. How can you even look at me now and yet you are taking me back."

"That is still tentative” and I tugged Lisa's overly- processed hair to enunciate tentative.

"I am ready to submit totally in every way. I have nothing, Adam, nothing; no money, no credit, no possessions, nothing, Adam, only you.”

"You do not have me, Lisa. Do you really think that you can just walk in here and cry on my shoulder and then things would be as they once were? I'm not that same man but then I'm not a bitter man either. Let me show you a print I have hanging in my study.

I purchased it after you left me to put things into perspective."

I led the now buxom Lisa into my study and made her kneel on the oversize sheepskin rug by the fireplace. The print was hung above the fireplace mantle.

"This is a full size print taken from a painting by John William Waterhouse and I had it framed in oak to match the furniture.

Are you familiar with the subject, the theme and do you know who the woman is in this print?"

I knew the answer from her silence.

"Of course you don't know who Waterhouse is for you are a willing progeny of the liberal and sensationalized popular media/pop culture components of our society. I lament many of the youth growing up today. If the current media talking heads were to disappear who would tell them what to think? For the present they are so cocksure in their beliefs that the lessons of history are lost to them. Your choices in television and reading material for example, Oprah Winfrey, Jerry Springer or Ricky Lake and their ilk; the National Enquirer, Vogue or the Star...PABLUM! You tried so hard to emulate those pictures of shallow young woman and became a slave to fashion. You lusted for those trim, handsome young men on television, in magazines or in the tabloids when my eyes were only for you. My eyes were only for you my fallen angel and you broke my heart and tore a hole in my soul with your betrayal. I blame myself for that, for spoiling you and lettings things to get out of hand and I know better now. I am not telling you this to hurt you only in reflection to tell you how I feel...to make you understand.

"But I digress, the woman in the print is Pandora, Pandora as envisioned by Waterhouse is very beautiful in a classical way wearing the simple yet elegant Greek woman's dress of her time, the chiton and her long hair is pulled back in a chignon. As I recall you would never wear your hair up for me saying the style was for old women when in fact it these types of hairstyles are elegant and timeless. Beautiful Pandora is sitting on the marble bench, just a little peek she tells herself and all the plagues and sorrows known to humanity were released once she opened the jar. There was one little sprite trapped within the jar though.

The Sprite was called Hope, and hope has sustained mankind against the evil that Pandora had wrought. Pandora opened the jar betraying the trust of the gods."

"Your Marriage Vows were the spiritual equivalent of Pandora's jar and your tryst of deceit and the betrayal of a sacred trust was the same as the mythological Pandora's. Do you remember your vows, Lisa, to love and to cherish and to forsake all others?

Like her you released the scourge of adultery upon yourself and like Pandora's husband, Epimetheus, your scourges stung me as well. First and foremost of the scourges was your deceitful heart."

"I only want you to love me as you once did, Adam. I am drawn to your strength and passion finally realizing that they complement your gentle ways. I was so spoiled and so stupid and I mistook gentle for weak and uninteresting."

"How else to you feel about me?”

"I am terrified of your subdued rage just under the surface and yet I am aroused by it as well. I will be happy to take whatever you give me, whatever you decide, just please forgive me?"

When I placed my hand over her mouth earlier, Lisa meekly complied and I suspected that she would eventually submit because even if she was lying to me, which she is not, what choice does she have. Her confession confirmed and defined her position in my life and she would remain my chattel by mutual consent.

"Do not move from this spot, little girl."

I went downstairs to my bookshop going to the counter on which the cash register sat and I returned with the antique green glass quart mason jar full of stones. I use this jar, the kind with the glass top and wire clamps as a paperweight for the days receipts. When I returned, I dumped the small marble sized stones into a pile on the floor in front of her.

I could see her bottom lip start to quiver. Obviously she remembered and recognized the water washed lake stones.

"Do you remember when we were courting, Lisa? Of course you do, those summer days on Lake Ontario and Lake Erie

We hiked along the deserted beach shores searching for pretty stones and how you delighted you were when we found one together and then our special kisses? One stone for each special day and then when we were first married? When we made love on the nearly inaccessible and sheltered deserted beaches not apparent from the shore and then we built fires at night with driftwood and watched the stars. On our honeymoon, I rented a sailboat and we sailed to the mouth of the St. Lawrence and the following year we spent 3 months together on a larger sail boat exploring the Great Lakes. Did you ever wonder what happened to those stones?”

I said, getting down onto the rug next to her.

"Do you think that that you can put everything back in the jar? And I placed one stone into the jar.

“This stone I am putting in the jar is adultery and we are locking it away. Pick up a stone and put it into the jar.........very good, put the cover on and lock it tight. What did you place in the jar?"

"Hope?" she asked, hopefully.

"Very good but I have another question, where is your luggage and your purse."

"I have no luggage just the clothing that I am wearing."

“Please get your purse because we are going to the basement."

Once there I grabbed her roughly and kissed her mouth long and deep and then I stepped back to enjoy another shocked look on her face while noticing that she still tasted the same. I took large piece of cardboard and said

"Stand on the cardboard and strip little girl and I mean everything and that includes jewelry as well."

She quickly complied taking off her slacks, blouse and sandals with her bra and panties soon following. While she was undressing I found something interesting and put it in my pocket, unnoticed. I unzipped my fly exposing my manhood and then I grabbed her hair firmly at the back of her head, burying my fingers in her dry over processed curls and forced Lisa to her knees. She began sucking and licking looking up at me for my approval.

"You're doing fine."

I assured her as I removed a pair of barber scissors from my pocket that I purchased during my walk.

"Your present hairstyle doesn't suit you and I will soon change that"

Taking my time as she sucked my cock, I grasped each frizzy curl between my fingers and I pulled it straight and cut it free from her head. I dropped each of the shorn curls to the floor and the pile growing with each snip. When I had finished taking my pleasure with Lisa's mouth her haircut was completed and then extending my hand to her she took it and I helped her up.

"It's almost midnight so please clean up the mess” I pointed to her pile of shorn hair “And manners aside, Lisa, from now on when I say please don't assume it is a request. You will do what I ask promptly and cheerfully."

"Yes, Adam!"

I rubbed her head and the remaining hair was about an inch long and somewhat softer. I could see hints of her natural red color at the roots.

"I was never verbally abusive to you and I am not about to start now. I remain a gentle and polite man but starting now a firm disciplinarian as well.

I watched my naked buxom chattel clean the basement floor and then dump everything, clothing, purse, hair, everything into the incinerator. I then filled the incinerator with garbage and waste paper and cardboard from my before firing it up. Pointing to the cardboard on the floor, I politely asked Lisa to go down on her hands and knees.

"Good girl, now lean forward and put your head down… perfect, now lift your ass higher, a little more...stop, hold that position and don't move until I tell you otherwise"

I enjoyed the feeling of her plump firm ass cheeks quiver as they met my palm and the sharp slapping sound was music to my ears.

"You had had this coming for a long time, little girl and it has nothing to do about money. Luke did not swear an oath before God and witnesses in church, you did."

I continued talking to her, while slapping her bottom.

"While you are here you will get more of the same for disobeying me or if you act like a spoiled little girl I will punish you like one.

You are free to leave at any time…do you want to leave?"

"No, please, Adam, I..."

"Do you deserve to be spanked?"

"Yes, Adam?"

"Ask me to spank you."

"Please, spank me, Adam?"

"Ask me, again"

"Please spank me, spank me hard, I deserve to be punished."

She was soon sobbing with her tears wetting the cardboard but Lisa held her position like a well-trained Irish setter bitch from impeccable bloodlines. When her buttocks were beet red it was time to stop because I had no intentions of leaving bruises like I did with Luke. Warning her to hold point, I went into my bedroom to get undressed and took a leisurely shower. I returned with a jar of cocoa butter that was chilling in the freezer. I gently rubbed it on her sore bottom and exposed pussy lips, probing Lisa with my fingers and playing with her flower until her vagina was swollen and dripping. I caressed her clitoris until I sensed that her orgasm was starting to peak. I then took her from behind, ramming hard and deep paying no mind to her freshly spanked ass.

Lisa's momentary cries of discomfort were replaced with squeals of pleasure, followed by the loud moans of orgasm…interesting.

"Your adultery has been locked in the jar with hope and if you do as you are told and please me I will allow you to put another stone in the jar. When the jar is full you may share my bed. For now you will sleep in my study on the sheepskin rug by the fireplace.”

In the morning she was given the task of cleaning the apartment from top to bottom. Not that it needed to be cleaned as I keep on top of things but she needed to learn to clean a house properly once and for all and besides it was a pleasure to watch Lisa clean in the nude. If I found the smallest thing wrong I made her do the job over again and I made a mental note to remodel the bathroom and kitchen in white tile.

That evening I made us supper and after we ate I had Lisa sit in the empty bathtub. Using my clippers with the 1/4"(6mm) guide comb in place I clipped her hair to the same length all the way around and then I had her stand while I shaved her pussy bald with the clippers minus the guide. I lathered and shaved her pussy twice until Lisa's had a smooth hairless Mons pubis.

"You will be required to keep your pussy shaved from now on and I want it done at least twice a day."

She then cleaned the bathroom again leaving it spotless and afterwards, I praised her for a job well done. She came out of the bathroom with one towel around her middle fresh from the shower not needing one for her hair. I gently pushed my thumb into her mouth and she began sucking. I shook my head, frowning and looked down and she immediately went down on me and began sucking hungrily eager to please me. This was the same woman who never gave me head the entire time we were married.

Lisa was looking at me with her beautiful green eyes, those same eyes begging my approval. I rubbed her head to soothe and assure her that everything was fine. I told her that I would keep her hair clipped to 1/4"(6mm) until her natural red auburn color grew out. Then in time, if she were a good girl I would let Lisa grow her hair out.

Afterwards we sat in the kitchen drinking tea until bedtime and I quietly told Lisa some of my plans for her. I explained to her that I would talk to her sister's husband, Mark and I would try to broker a compromise so that she could spend time with Janice and her nieces.

"I will do my best, Lisa, but I make no promises."

"What will I do about clothing, Adam? We need to talk about that, don't you think?"

"Actually we do not need to talk about that at all.”

"But I thought...."

I reached across the table and put my hand gently over her mouth and again and then I started stroking her breasts and playing with her nipples. I had so much lost time to make up for.

"Yes, Adam."

"Tomorrow I will go shopping to get everything you will need and your clothing will be what I prefer. You no longer have any real say in that department. Therefore we do not need to talk about it. You may make suggestions of course and I will listen but until the jar is full I suggest that you refrain from making any suggestions about that subject.

"You want me to learn to clean the house properly first don't you?

"I do and to maintain things properly as I have always told you too in the past. If you keep up with things there will be less work for you in the long run. Then I will allow you to work beside me in the bookstore. Go into my study to the bookcase on the north wall."

"Which wall is the north wall?"

"It is the wall with one the bookcases having books on poetry. Please select a book from that case and bring it here."

Lisa jumped up and quickly returned with her selection and then sat down beside me as close as she dared...testing.

"Is this book alright, Adam?

"Poems of Childhood by Eugene Fields; what an interesting choice you have made. Open it and choose a poem and then read it to me out loud. Continue selecting poems and reading until I tell you to stop. Every day you will choose a short poem and memorize it until you can recite it perfectly without the book."

She started reading out loud. The first poem that Lisa read was "Little Boy Blue" and not from the nursery rhyme little boy blue with the horn that most people are so familiar with. When Lisa finished, she closed the book quietly and gave me a thoughtful look. I let her choose some others until I was too tired to stay awake much longer.

"It is bedtime and Sunday tomorrow. I will be sleeping in until nine. The store is closed and I allow myself this simple pleasure. When I awake you will be bathed, have shaved your pussy, plus anywhere else you shave and then you will stand inspection. Our breakfast will be 2 hard- boiled eggs, toast and coffee, thank you. The Sunday paper will be in the security gate at the front door entrance. Leave the inner foyer door ajar before you punch in the code for the security alarm."

I wrote the code on a piece of scrap paper; 5, 4, 3, 9, and 3.

"You will please get the Sunday paper and have it on the table with our breakfast."

This was actually a test to see if she did exactly as she was told and get the paper, naked and I would know for certain if she didn't.

"How can I get the paper, Adam? Someone might see me through the outer glass door. I don't have any clothing. You want me to, I mean, naked...I can't.

"You can and you will. There is an alarm clock in my bedroom and I will give to you when I get out of the bathroom. Good night, Lisa."

I woke up with a big grin on my face for the coffee was brewed, hot, strong and black, just how I liked it. I poured two cups of coffee, adding two sugars and milk to Lisa's cup just as she liked it and took a sip of mine. The table was set nicely for two with the book of poetry from the night before at Lisa's place setting. She remembered the orange marmalade that I always put on my toast. Breakfast would be ready momentarily as the eggs were already cooling on our plates. Everything was perfect except for that damn noise. I went downstairs to get my beautiful and naked Lisa trapped between the doors. She was crouched in a corner and trying to cover herself with the Sunday paper as best she could. Trying not to laugh I let her in and then reset the alarm.

Once upstairs, I said.

"Your coffee is poured, just the way you like it. Sit down and relax and I'll finish making the toast.”

"You knew that was going to happen, didn't you?"

"Don't use that tone of voice with me, Lisa Marie. Do you wish to be spanked again?"

"No Sir."She answered, looking down.

"I gave you the code and I warned you about leaving the door ajar. When you got trapped why didn't you punch in the code?"

"I did punch in the code nothing happened!"

"Of course something happened the alarm went off and woke me up. I requested to sleep until nine and it is only 8:45 AM.

Did you reverse it?"

"No you didn't tell me to do that! I did exactly as you told me even going down there naked. What if somebody saw me?"

"They would have seen a beautiful buxom woman?” I walked up to her and put my hands around her waist.

"Thank you" Lisa said, somewhat mollified, a hint of a smile starting to show "Do you think I'm fat now, Adam?"

"The truth is I deliberately did not tell you to reverse the code and you are not fat you are buxom and voluptuous. You are also not the young girl of 22 when we first met. You are a woman of 41 just as I am a man of 51 and of course your body is going to change. I know about your total hysterectomy, my insurance was billed by mistake. It doesn't matter to me and you are no less of a woman in my eyes. No doubt Luke, hinted, implied or out right said something to you about both those things. If Luke were here right now, I would slap him around again; I would slap him for putting those cruel thoughts of doubt into your mind and, Lisa?"

"Yes, Adam." She answered her voice breaking.

"I forgive you, however you will obey me and you may hug me now whenever you wish."

Lisa put her arms around my neck and hugged me and she was crying with her wet face was pressed against my neck. I held her stroking her poor short hair. Finally, wiping her tears with a napkin I pulled out a chair for her to sit down and as promised I made the toast and we sat and ate our breakfast.

"Sunday is now my only day off and I like to sit and read the newspaper, quietly. You are welcome to sit and read with me as long as you are quiet."

It was a nice quiet breakfast and I was reading the business section, when

"Then you don't think I'm fat?

She asked from out of the blue and I put the paper down.

"I could come up with half a dozen platitudes or clichés and you still might not be satisfied. I could offer you flowery speeches and in your mind they still might be disingenuous assurances. I could try to spank that ridiculous thought out of your pretty head for doubting my veracity. I will answer your question with a question. Have I ever lied to you? In speech or in actions, have I ever failed to show you how I feel about you?"

I got up from the table and offered Lisa my hand helping her up and then I took her gently in my arms and kissed her before I walked her to the far wall and made her stand in the corner.

"You will stand here until I tell you otherwise and if you are quiet and a good girl I will not make you stand there for the rest of the day. I am going to finish my paper and you will please remain quiet. "

Afterwards, on her own, Lisa went down on me licking and sucking on my cock while I talked her through it.

"Slow down, and take your time…Just like that, use your tongue on the tip, now in a circular motion, now lick the shaft...very good.

Try licking and kissing my balls. That feels wonderful.... that-a-girl, keep it up… God I wish your hair was longer. Keep on sucking all of it and use your tongue while you are sucking."

I exploded in her mouth and my orgasm was incredible. I was so happy that she went down on me without asking that in my exuberance I managed to break a rung on my chair. Oh well, it was worth it. Lisa put two stones in the mason jar that afternoon.

I shared two special kisses with her as I was walking out the door to get her clothing. I returned with four nice housedresses all in fine pima cotton. One was short sleeved the other two had three quarter sleeves and the last full long sleeves. All four dresses were cut to fall at the knee or just below. I also bought Lisa undergarments and the necessary toiletries. When she opened her bag of toiletries and removed her shampoo, conditioner etc I have seldom seen her so happy with such simple things including the hairpins and elastic hair ties. She chose the dark green dress with the three quarter sleeves to wear first. She then modeled for me turning slowly and smiling and then going into the bathroom to look in the mirror.

"You look lovely in that dress, my dear.” I called to her from the kitchen. "I will enjoy seeing you wearing nice dresses that I chose for you from now on and your dresses will be very modest and proper to remind you that you are my woman and a lady.”

She came into the kitchen and hugged me and I had to admit to myself that I missed her hugs and I also missed her long hair.

I could tell that Lisa got the hint with the elastic hair ties and hairpins.

"Adam, will you show me your Bookstore? All the housework is done and you can teach me the job when the store is closed.

It will save time and will be more efficient that way. I will know where everything is so that I will be ready when the time comes."

"I am going to run a few miles and you are going to get the owners manual for the stove and read it. There is a Betty Crocker Cook Book as well as the manual in the drawer by the refrigerator. Find the recipe for roasted chicken, potatoes, onions and carrots and then memorize it. When I return from my walk, I will quiz you on what you learned and I will consider your suggestion about the Bookstore."

She memorized the recipe repeating it back and I set her to the task of preparing supper. There was no television (I didn't own one) or telephone calls or hair appointments or any appointments to distract her. I did not stand over Lisa and check her every move. She sat in the kitchen with her poetry book waiting for the timer to ring from time to time reminding her to baste the chicken. As a consequence of no necessary distractions our dinner was exceptional, simple but exceptional. My generous praise was an incentive to encourage Lisa that she could cook if she put her mind to it……..

Two weeks went by and Lisa was always up before me preparing my breakfast and getting ready for inspection.

There would be no more lying in bed until 11:00 AM or noon for her now as those days were over. I am an early riser waking up at 5:00 AM and I generally am in bed by 10:00 PM.

Lisa stood naked before me every morning and evening and I would make sure that her legs were silky smooth and everything else was the same. I paid particular attention to her vagina and ass sending her back to shave it over until they were perfect.

If I had to send her back twice she was spanked. Whenever practical discipline was deferred giving her time to contemplate and worry about the upcoming punishment and this mentioned deferment was very effective. Usually, if I was not pleased with the inspection, Lisa skipped one meal as punishment or was not allowed to listen to the radio or play the sound system. The result was that she turned to books more and more to occupy her free time. As I said, Lisa was restricted to the third floor and not allowed outside except on the roof to hang out the wash to dry and we only ate two meals a day now to help keep fit.

The loss of one meal for her was a big deal and the same for music. She absolutely hated standing in the corner while the loss of a meal also meant standing in the corner until I was finished eating.

After another six months had come and gone she was comfortable with the rules and my routine and her hair is growing out nicely. It was like we were courting again except I did not have to take her home. I was getting more hugs and kisses then ever before and Lisa could not wait to start working more hours in the bookstore. I was now allowing Lisa to come downstairs to give Margie her paid lunch break. And with Christmas fast approaching in just three weeks, Mary was helping out weekend evenings as well. Lisa was aware of my brief love affair with Mary as Margie had inadvertently let it slip.... or perhaps not so inadvertently? I could find no fault with anything she was doing and the mason jar was one quarter full. I am allowing her to sleep on the futon now and the next step will be with me in bed.

One late Sunday morning I was cooking brunch for us and later her sister Janice and the children were going to spend the afternoon followed by Lisa and Janice taking her nieces to the movies. Mark wouldn't have anything to do with Lisa but he loved his wife and in the end accepted this compromise and I hoped in time we could spend the holidays with Janice and Mark as we once did. Janice was an exceptional housekeeper and cook and Lisa wanted everything to be perfect as this was their first visit. This was something that Lisa never cared about before. She walked up behind me putting her arms around my waist hugging me.

"Adam, may I go to the movies with them?"

"Well, that depends what is the movie rated?"

I asked, putting the eggs and bacon on the plate and handing it to her.

"It is rated G for General Audience and age appropriate for the girls and if it is alright with you and may I to go shopping with them afterwards?"

“How much money will you need?"

I asked sitting down at the kitchen table and she sat across from me.

"May I please have forty dollars?

"Yes you may and eat your breakfast, it is getting cold."

I picked up the paper and put it in front of my face to hide my smile........

Before they left for the movies, I took Lisa's nieces downstairs to the bookshop and let them both select a book as a gift.

Wendy chose "Make Way For Ducklings" and Debbie, the youngest selected "The Cat In The Hat." They are both lovely and well-mannered children, Wendy just turning 6 and Debbie, precocious Debbie was going on 4. I lamented the fact that I never had any children and that her nieces were too young to remember me since our divorce. The girls were sitting on a bench when Lisa came downstairs with Janice wearing one of her long green housedress, a garter and stockings and black pumps. Lisa's natural virgin hair was about 5 inches long now and her face was makeup free. My only concession to her was to allow her to pluck and shape her eyebrows plus apply clear nail polish on her short natural nails.

"Janice, would you please wait with the girls in the car, I have to talk to Lisa about something" and after they left.

"If there are any changes in your plans you will please telephone me."

"Yes Adam."

"Here is one hundred dollars, a fifty, two tens, five fives and five ones. There is enough there to buy yourself a purse/ wallet combo and makeup if you wish. Do not put your makeup on and be sure to bring back all the receipts. Your nieces are delightful children and are welcome to visit here anytime.”

"Yes, Adam, thank you for letting me go and having my family over for a visit” she said, hugging me tight.

I took her face in my hands and kissed her mouth long and deep.

"One more thing little girl, are you wearing panties?

"Yes of course I am?"

"You will take your panties off for you will not be wearing them on this little excursion. Your dress is long enough and no one will know except you and I."

Lisa blushed a marvelous shade of red... however, she also complied by handing over her panties too me.

"This will remind you that even in public or with your family you are my woman and under my thumb. Have a nice time and remember you are a lady. But first give me a kiss goodbye. I do enjoy your kisses, my dear.

I grabbed her roughly again and kissed her mouth and then gave her bottom a slap sending her on her way.

“When you return this evening I may make an exception and let you sleep with me”……………

When she returned to the apartment she found the note that Adam left on the refrigerator telling her that he was out for a walk. The note also said that there was half a turkey sub and a beet salad in the refrigerator for her if she wanted it and she was standing there thinking
“He is so much like the old Adam, thoughtful and considerate in leaving a note and yet in many ways so different now.”

Lisa was momentarily disappointed because she had so much to tell him about her afternoon. She had such a wonderful time that she was practically dancing about the apartment she was so happy. Today was the first time since she moved in with him that he allowed her out of the building. She went into the study and removed the green glass jar half full of stones from the top of the antique oak roll top desk. She then sat in Adam’s leather chair and hugged the jar close to her bosom, thinking

“I had no idea that Adam had saved these water washed lake stones. They are better than any love letters ever written. They are more precious than the most perfect and flawless of diamonds and rubies. I was kneeling at his feet when he showed me his treasure. Kneeling at his feet and I was and am grateful for a second chance when he owes me nothing. Adam bought me gold jewelry set with diamonds, rubies and sapphires and I were never satisfied with what I had and I always wanted more. Most of it was locked away in a safety deposit box along with my coveting soul…all gone now… all gone. Materials things were never of any real importance to him. The only thing that he took from our divorce settlement aside from his pension was the contents of this room. He gave me everything else uncontested and Luke thought him a fool. How did I ever imagine Luke being desirable?”

Lisa got up out of the chair to put the jar back in its place and then went into the bathroom. She undressed and stood naked in front of the mirror admiring her reflection while thinking to herself.

“Thank goodness my hair is almost long enough to style now.”

She ran her fingers through her short red auburn hair and fluffed it about and then stuck out her tongue at herself, smiling.

“Adam used to adore my hair long and it will be at least a year of careful trims until it is a blunt chin length bob. He still likes to run his finger through my hair and to muss it up when we are working in the store together, just to tease me and to get a kiss.

Lisa then ran her hands over her buxom body, playing with her breasts and fondling her nipples.

“They are still nice and firm and Adam calls me his beautiful buxom lady and accepts the natural changes that come with age. Not that I am fat mind you, I’m over that silly notion. He was always comfortable in his own skin even when he was admittedly overweight. Overweight didn’t stop Adam from slapping Luke to a blubbering pulp in our bedroom and then spanking Luke’s buttocks on a public street. The contempt he had for Luke was such that he did not afford Luke the courtesy of an honest closed fist. Until that day I never realized that Adam was so dangerous or passionate in his beliefs. Luke wrote me love letters and never meant it while Adam…. when he gets home maybe Adam will let me suck on his cock and maybe if I’m a good girl he will let me sleep with him tonight.”

Lisa hugged herself and smiled about the good girl part and how it made her feel so special now because he mean it kindly. She started stroking her shaved pussy and her fingers working her way to her flower.

“When I arrived here with nothing and nowhere to go I begged him to spank me. I deserved to be punished and it was the only way to satisfy my penance to him and afterwards, Adam didn’t make love to me, he fucked me and there’s a difference. He fucked me putting me in my place and I never had such an orgasm like that before….never. He makes me so horny now that I can hardly stand it at times. I also know in my heart of hearts that Adam still loves me even though he never says it.”

Aroused, Lisa was masturbating in front of the mirror intent on pleasing herself. One hand was stroking her breasts and nipples while the other was probing her pussy with her fingers and it felt so good. It felt so good and her eyes were closed as her fingers were stroking her dripping pussy and teasing her clitoris. She was thinking about Adam’s cock fucking her cunt when….

“Lisa Marie, what in the world are you doing, little girl?”

She was so intent in what she was doing that she didn’t hear him enter the apartment or see him in the bathroom mirror standing there in the doorway. Embarrassed, Lisa covered herself with her arms as best she could before she turned to face him. He never caught her masturbating before and only addressed her as Lisa Marie when he was annoyed with her or she was to be disciplined. Adam’s days of going for a walk when he was angry with her were long over. The new Adam was very strict with her although not unreasonable. Lisa was comfortable and secure in the boundaries that he set for her and she had learned that it was best not to argue with Adam let alone disobey him. Unless he gave her permission to argue with him and he surprisingly did on occasion and even when she won the argument and he relented for all practical purposes Adam had the final say.

“Turn around and put your hands on top of the vanity….very good…. now spread your legs….very good…close your eyes and keep them closed.”

Adam quietly commanded as she braced her arms awaiting her punishment and he slapped Lisa’s voluptuous ass sharply, once, twice…three times.

“I can smell your sweet, musky arousal from three feet away my buxom horny, girl. You left this afternoon as my woman and a proper lady, my Lady and this is how I find you when you return. I am going to give you what you have coming….open your eyes.”

As Lisa opened her eyes and Adam impaled her vagina with his rock hard cock holding her in place and grabbed her short hair and pulled her head back. Lisa watched him in the mirror as he fucking her and she was getting all the more aroused. Adam was fucking her and Lisa was helpless to stop him as he violently ravished her, ravished her without really hurting her. Although helpless to physically stop him Lisa’s was body was betraying her and Adam knew it. She secretly enjoyed rough sex although it was no longer a secret and no doubt she could look forward to more of the same in the future.

Adam was overwhelming in his passion and desire to ravish and punish her with his cock. He pounded her relentlessly and forcefully, pummeling her clitoris as his orgasm overtook him and racked his whole body and then Adam continued impaling Lisa with his revitalized cock. He was pleased with himself that he was able to arouse his woman like this, enjoying her orgasm almost as much as his own and he slapped her ass as he fucked her. He slapped her just enough to make it sting and to heighten Lisa’s arousal and orgasm. Lisa was bucking and moaning, squealing and panting as he fucked her and Adam was giving what she had coming, what she needed.

As a flame is fueled by oxygen, Lisa’s flaming orgasm was fueled by her new found love for Adam. She was consumed by this inferno of passion as her orgasm engulfed her, burning away any remaining vestiges of guilt or inhibition to be replaced by redemption, “I’m your bitch, Adam! I’m your bitch! Fuck my cunt! Fuck my cunt!” She screamed.

When she was sated, Adam let go of her hair and stepped away as Lisa turned to face him and he was smiling as he reached for her and pulled her close. He held her firmly as he gently stroked her hair and sighed contentedly. Lisa put her arms around his neck, kissed his mouth and then rested her head on his shoulder.

“I’d love to hear about your afternoon, Lisa, did you get my note?”

She responded by kissing his mouth a second time and hugging him tighter.

“I’ll take that as a yes and don’t you dare stop kissing me. I’ve always loved your sweet kisses and your hugs. Perhaps you would like to go into my bedroom and tell me about your afternoon and show me what you bought? I am thinking of retiring early this evening and so should you and we can read in bed together. Margie is starting to get forgetful about things and I have decided to give you her hours. Would you like to be put in charge of the children’s section? And then we could try out your idea about the children’s reading hour. And don’t start crying on me or I will really give you something to cry about.”

He said wiping the tears from her face with his hand while she just nodded and smiled. Adam let go for her and Lisa took a tissue from the box on the vanity. He let her to compose herself while he picked up his clothes and headed for the bedroom to put them neatly away.

As Lisa was rinsing her face with cold water she was mentally comparing the new with the old.

“Nothing has changed in that department because he never leaves a mess and always picks up after himself. He wouldn’t have really spanked me. It’s just his way of telling me that he loves me without actually saying it. I’m the one that tore a hole in his soul and I have to sow what I have reaped. I may never again hear those words I yearn to hear, I love you, Lisa.”

Lisa brushed her hair and put on one of the short sexy nightgowns that he bought for her and then took her purchases into the bedroom to show him. Adam was sitting with pillows behind his back against the headboard and he was wearing his signature cotton boxers and white crew neck tee shirts. Lisa found great comfort in these simple things since she returned to him.

“What are you smiling at, Lisa?”

He asked, patting the bed next to him for her to sit down.

“I’m smiling about your underwear.”

“You think my underwear is funny?”

“Yes… no, I mean… do you remember when we were first married and I bought you two dozen pair of tight nylon briefs and nylon sleeveless undershirts after you told me not too and then I threw out all of your cotton boxers and white cotton tee shirts without asking. You were so angry when you got home from work and found out. You walked up to me and took a deep breath. I thought you were going to start hollering at me for sure.”

Lisa then got into bed, snuggled up close to him and then kissed his face.

“But you didn’t and you rubbed your mouth like this with your hand and then took another deep breath before you said why in God’s name did you do that after I told you not too Lisa Marie?” And then you went for a long walk. That’s why I’m smiling, Adam, because you will always wear honest cotton underwear and I love you for it.”

“Thank you, Lisa. Let me share something with you, the course of true love never did run smooth”.

“Do you know what else Shakespeare said, Adam? There’s a divinity that shapes our ends, rough-hew them how we will.”

“Lisa, you just quoted Hamlet.”

“I know, there was a red ribbon marking that page. You use red ribbons to reference your favorite quotes or passages and green ones to mark where you left off reading. I noticed this the first time when you had me read out loud to you. The poem was Little Boy Blue by Eugene Fields.” and then she recited it to him from memory.

“The little toy dog is covered with dust, but sturdy and stanch he stands; And the little toy soldier is red with rust, and his musket moulds in his hands. Time was when the little toy dog was new, and the soldier was passing fair; and that was the time when our Little Boy Blue kissed them and put them there. "Now, don't you go till I come," he said, "And don't you make any noise! So, toddling off to his trundle-bed, He dreamt of the pretty toys; and as he was dreaming an angel song awakened our Little Boy Blue---Oh! The years are many, the years are long, But the little toy friends are true! Ay, faithful to Little Boy Blue they stand each in the same old place---awaiting the touch of a little hand, The smile of a little face; And they wonder, as waiting the long years through in the dust of that little chair, What has become of our Little Boy Blue, Since he kissed them and put them there.”

“Lisa, I, I…. I will be right back.”

Adam abruptly got out of bed and went out into the kitchen to get a something that he intended to share with her but that was not the only reason that he left. When he returned Lisa was standing behind the door and ready to pounce on him with a mischievous glint in her eyes and she was thinking

“He almost said it and Hope is safely locked away and I have faith by my side now.”

When he returned Lisa swung her improvised weapon and lambasted him swish-flop square in the face with her pillow and then the grand battle for pillow supremacy began. Adam dropped his brown paper bag and dodged around her receiving another swish- flop between his shoulder blades. He dived onto the bed and grabbed a pillow before he rolled off landing on his feet. Lisa was on the attack and all Adam could do was take up a defensive position. He held up his pillow in front of him trying his best to block her playful blows. Lisa’s pillow was everywhere, swish-flop, swish-flop. Adam pretended to barley block her blows with his pillow, swish-flop, swish-flop while letting her hit him a few times. She moved him about the room in a loving playful dance that was just plain silly; swish-flop, swish-flop. Adam was laughing, swish-flop, Lisa was laughing, swish-flop. The simple innocent joy of their silly antics made time seem to stand still for them. Finally Adam fell prone onto the bed in surrender and waved his pillow case like the white flag. As Lisa got into bed next to him, showering with kisses and tried to tickle Adam as he rolled over on his side to reach down for the paper bag on the floor.

“I hope it hasn’t completely melted.”

He said sitting up against the headboard and removing two plastic spoons along with a pint of vanilla ice cream from the bag.

“Would you like to join me?”

He asked handing Lisa a spoon to share.

“Of course it’s vanilla.”

She thought, sitting up and getting close to him and then taking a spoon of ice cream from the carton and putting it into her mouth.

“Vanilla ice cream was always your favorite dessert my love. When we went to fancy restaurants together I always ordered cherries jubilee, chocolate mousse or anything complex or fancy for dessert. I thought that I was so sophisticated and that I had such discriminating tastes, while you… you always asked for vanilla ice…common vanilla ice cream with nothing on it. I’m so sorry Adam…how in the world was I ever embarrassed by you then. What kind of person was I then? I was so full of myself and I had to lose everything to find everything. The course of true love never did run smooth and this ice cream tastes delicious……..

Adam woke up in the middle of the night to find Lisa pressed up against him with her arm around his waist and he tenderly touched her cheek and then gently stroked her hair careful not to wake her and he was thinking.

“You and Shakespeare are right, Lisa Marie my love, there is a divinity that shapes our ends. It is a benevolent healing Divinity if we will open our hearts to. It inspires us in many guises such as a silly pillow fight. That silly pillow fight has healed my soul in ways you well know my beautiful Angel…..all the stones are back in the jar.”

Adam realized at the moment that they had both had forgotten to have Lisa add a stone to the jar. He carefully got out of bed while trying not to wake her and went into his study. Opening the bottom drawer of his desk he removed the cloth bag containing the rest of the stones and then added them carefully to the jar until it was full. Adam stood there for awhile thinking how much he still loved her when he felt Lisa’s small hands on his back and then her arms reach around his waist to hug him.

“What are you doing, Adam, why did you put all the stones back? Did I do something wrong? Do I have to start all over again?”

“Actually my Angel you did everything right. It’s our bed again and this is where we will be sleeping together from now on. The apartment is always clean and tidy, thank you, and your cooking is much improved.

“Can we go back to bed now Adam, I want to suck on your cock?”

“There is something that I need to give you first, Lisa, it’s locked in my desk.”

Lisa let go of him and she and Adam went to his desk and unlocked a hidden compartment that was common to desks of that era. He removed a small gold crucifix on fine gold chain.

“I palmed this when you weren’t looking. Something old, something new, something borrowed and something blue as the old saying goes. You wore this on our wedding day and it was your Grandmother’s I believe. You were willing to destroy it in the incinerator for a second chance with me and I was not about to let that happen. Even though you never wore it again after our wedding it must mean a great deal to you. You no doubt kept it secret and well hidden because it was one of the few pieces of jewelry the poltroon didn’t take.”

Adam put the crucifix and chain next to the jar and then took Lisa’s hand. He brought her back into their bedroom and then sat on the edge of the bed to take off his boxer shorts.

“Your throne, Pillow Empress”

He said dropping a pillow on the floor for Lisa to kneel on. Lisa knelt on the pillow and then leaned forward to kiss Adam’s stomach and continued kissing working her way down working to his throbbing cock. She leaned forward licking and kissing the tip of his cock in a circular motion while looking up at Adam with her beautiful green eyes. Then she started sucking on his swollen throbbing cock getting him moan and was quite pleased of herself. Lisa was even more pleased with him for saving the crucifix and chain and was thinking how much she loved Adam.

“That feels wonderful, ah- umm, just wonderful my buxom, voluptuous little cocksucker, ah umm-ah… yes, keep it up.”

Lisa stopped and stuck her tongue out at him most disrespectfully. She then licked her full kissable lips while smiling and said

“I’m your cock sucking bitch.”

“Why so you are, Lisa, but in a nice way and our secret, therefore less talking and more cock sucking.”

Lisa continued teasing his cock with her tongue, fluttering the tip and licking the shaft down to his balls and she kissed and licked his balls making him shudder in excitement. Lisa was driving Adam crazy and she knew it. When he let his guard like this it was the only time she was truly in control and Lisa was going to make the most of it. Adam’s head was thrown back and his face flushed with a look of shear ecstasy on his face. His hands were buried in Lisa’s hair and he was wishing that it was longer…. much longer. She was licking and sucking with abandon now greedily awaiting his orgasm and the rich, hot cum that was soon to follow. Adam grunted and moaned as his orgasm took over while holding on to Lisa’s head to insure that she swallowed it all. Lisa swallowed his rich, hot love seed careful not to spill a drop. Satisfied, Adam lay back on the bed while Lisa finished by cleaning his cock with her mouth and tongue as he taught her. Adam then got out of bed and returned to put the crucifix and chain around her neck. When back in bed he pulled her close and sighed while holding her and stroking her hair until they both drifted off to sleep.

Little did they know that while they were sleeping someone was dousing the barn containing Adam’s nearly restored sailboat with gasoline…..