Atonement Friday

By Sadie Stern

Excerpt from Atonement Friday

‘Give me those Honey, and then go upstairs and strip. When you’ve done that, I want you outside the room we’ve set aside in ten minutes, don’t be late!’ Having delivered words which Honey had dreaded hearing, he just turned and walked away, leaving her in the hallway. Realising the clock was ticking and with her being in enough trouble already, Honey quickly mounted the stairs and walked into the bedroom. She needed a pee so she slipped her dress off and went inside the en-suite toilet and slipping her panties down, sat and felt the satisfying sensation of release. She didn’t rush, a toilet was a good place to think and contemplate. She’d done this since childhood. She knew she only had to kick her panties off and remove her matching bra; her legs had been bare so she’d been rather minimal anyway.

She was now wondering if what was likely to happen was now a good idea? What had been intended to be a bit of innocent fun to spice up what was already an adventurous sex life had now grown into something far more serious and even intense. To keep a log of minor transgressions was one thing, but this had grown into a monster.

The look on Robert’s face was telling. He’d been furious and with the unknown factor of what was in those parcels, she was now actually frightened. Was he really going to hurt her? Really punish her as if she was a child who needed more than a slap?

Robert entered the room they had almost certainly designated their play room. He’d envisaged Honey in this room as the star attraction, taking centre stage, but after his meeting with Molly he’d even wondered if in time she might play some role in there too. The room was pretty sparse, not having been used for several years, when then it had been a spare bedroom. A lot rode on tonight and whether or not it would be a success. He imagined fitting it out and he might even invite Molly over to act as an adviser together with Honey of course. He took the parcels and laid them onto a table, he decided to have Honey open them and display their contents. Currently the walls were bare, but they wouldn’t remain so for too long, he wondered, as well as using them to display the trappings of their interest to also find some erotic art and photographs too. He checked his watch; ten minutes was approaching.

Honey has a lively marriage. Even so, she wants to spice it up further. After speaking to her friend Emma, she decides to keep a log of her misdeeds. The plan is to meet her husband Robert each Friday evening after work and bring the book along for him to view and then decide how she should atone. Unbeknown to Honey, Robert has been doing his own homework and when the log has some nasty surprises for him, he is well prepared for their return home where Honey is in for a big shock. Robert is taking what was for her to be a sexy game into a level she never imagined. A sexy romp about a married couple's attempt to spice up their marriage

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sadie Stern
• Release date: Aug 13, 2021
• ISBN: 9781005422738

Sadie Stern

I'm Sadie Stern and I write short stories and novellas which focus on BDSM, and LGBT themes. I became interested in BDSM in my late teens, with my first experience while I was at university. I write about strong lesbian women because they feature heavily in my life. I've been in the scene in a professional sense and I write freely about my experiences. Please note, all charcters in my books are 18 or over in appropriate situations within each story.You can find all my books and those of other writing colleagues at https://www.texshirebooks.com

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Atonement Friday

It’s still only mid-afternoon. Time has dragged today which is quite unusual. It’s Friday, a day I’ve come to love and dread in equal amounts. I’m Honey by the way. Fridays used to be just like any other day, a prelude to the weekend. Then everything became different when our personal lifestyle changed. My husband became my Dom. We’d often talked about it, but that was all it ever was – just talk. Then one day he came home from work and he was different. It seems he had a friend who lived this lifestyle and they’d got talking. That bothered me at first, I didn’t like the thought of my personal life being raked over in the pub over a few drinks. We had a good personal life and there was plenty to rake over.

It seems his friend was into S&M and he’d obviously shared what this entailed with my husband. It must have had an effect because he’d come home full of ideas about how we could transform our far from vanilla bedroom antics onto a scale we’d never considered. I wasn’t sure, if I’m honest, especially the more painful things being suggested. I hated pain. I recalled as a child being sent to my room to await the arrival of my dad. I’d sit on the bed trembling, fearing the creak on the stairs as I knew he was on his way up. I’d even start crying. I certainly would be when the door opened and there he was, this large man unbuckling his belt. I wasn’t very big and my butt was minute compared to its size now. I knew one lash with that belt would pretty much cover a while section of my bum. I’d be ordered to place a couple of pillows in the centre of the bed, dad said this was to present my bottom so he could give it what it deserved. I’d lay over it with my bum raised. I’d always look away, just three swats maybe four if I’d really been bad.

There was thankfully no delay. No long-winded admonishment. I’d close my eyes and grit my teeth and wait for the fire. Even now I can hear that belt whistle through the air and the sound