Page 80 of Taught to Obey

“Okay, Lexie, be a good girl and hold still for this part.” He picked up the razor and gently began shaving her. “Daddy is going to make you all smooth down here.”

She held her breath at first, but soon relaxed as he tended to her mound, removing every last trace of hair. Finally, he rinsed her off and patted her dry, and it took all of Alexa’s self-control to keep from moaning as he rubbed the towel against her freshly shaven pussy lips.

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During the next week,William had a lot of catching up to do at work, despite having worked from home the week prior. He hated that he had to stay late almost every night, but at least Alexa was feeling much better. She still wore the wrap around her rib, but she hadn’t had to take any pain medicine, not since before the night she’d confessed her interest in age play.

He became rock hard each time he remembered the bottomhole punishment he’d given her. They hadn’t had much time to explore this kind of dynamic further, but now that another weekend had rolled around, he hoped to enjoy a few of the scenes she’d jotted down in the new journal he’d given her, a small pink notebook he’d instructed her to fill up with her specific desires and fantasies relating to age play.

William turned onto their street and spotted Alexa getting out of her rental car, wearing heels and her usual work clothes—a pencil skirt with a dressy top. He waved and pulled into the driveway, happy to be home with his wife and curious to discover why she was all dressed up. He gathered up his briefcase and stepped out of his car.

“William! William!” She walked toward him with open arms, her heels clicking on the pavement. A brilliant smile lit her face, and sunlight streamed down on her silken hair, which fell in waves around her shoulders. “I got called in for a second interview at HTC today. And guess what? I got the job! It’s only part-time for now, but after one of their other accountants retires in three months, it will become full-time.”

“Alexa, that’s great! Congratulations, sweetie.” The smell of her shampoo and a hint of perfume filled his senses as he hugged her. “I’m so proud of you.”

She giggled and pulled back, gazing up at him with an unwavering smile. “The office is wonderful. Only a twenty minute drive. I’ll have my own office and I’ll work Mondays, Tuesdays, and Wednesdays, at least for the next three months anyway.”

He grinned and tapped her nose playfully. “You can use your four day weekends to clean the house, iron my shirts, and bake me pies, little woman.”

Laughing, she grasped his hand as he led her inside the house. Once William shut the door, he gathered Alexa in his arms and kissed her deeply, moving his hands up and down her back. Heat built in his loins, and he cupped her face as their kiss intensified with their rising passion. “We should celebrate,” he murmured against her lips. “Dinner out.”

“Sounds great to me,” she said, wrapping her arms around him as he trailed kisses down her neck.

They enjoyed a quiet, candlelit dinner at their favorite French restaurant. Alexa filled him in on the details of her new job, including the coworkers she’d met today in passing. The animated hand gestures she made while speaking testified to her excitement. William was thrilled for her success and happy she’d landed a job at one of her top choices.

On the drive home from the restaurant, he glanced over at her, clearing his throat. “Alexa, I haven’t looked in your new journal yet. Have you been writing in it every day?”

She flushed. “Yes, William. I’ve written something in it every day. Sometimes just a few short thoughts, and other times a longer… um, fantasy.”

The stirrings of desire tightened his groin. “Good girl. I want you to bring it to me in my office once we get home.”

“Yes, sir.”

As they neared home, William noticed Alexa growing increasingly nervous in the passenger seat. She kept fidgeting, twisting her fingers together in her lap, and biting her lip as she cast shy glances his way. His blood heated and his pulse quickened as he wondered what she’d written in her age play journal. He ran a hand through his hair and stared at the road ahead. He’d find out soon enough.

The sun was setting when they arrived home, a pink glow spilling between the trees and neighboring houses. William parked and opened Alexa’s door, taking note of her hand trembling slightly in his. He brushed her hair behind her ears and placed a gentle kiss on her lips, smiling at her as he pulled back.

“I’m nervous about you reading my journal,” she said, avoiding his gaze.

He clasped her chin between two fingers, directing her eyes back to his. “I’m your husband, Alexa. I want to know everything about you, and I want to help fulfill your desires.”

She sighed and her shoulders slumped. “But I don’t want you doing this just to make me happy! Maybe we should just forget all about it.” She stepped back and folded her arms across her chest.

Scowling at her, William lifted an eyebrow and pointed at the front door. “In the house, young lady. Right now.”

Several packages rested in front of the door, and William gathered them up before ushering her inside. He resolved to prove to her that he wasn’t simply indulging her fantasies. Annoyance spread through him as he watched her stomp into the living room. If she didn’t calm down soon and watch her temper, she’d end up with a sore little bottom. Except… no. He couldn’t spank her yet. Not until her rib was completely healed. She had no trouble doing every day activities and no longer needed his assistance getting dressed, but laying across his knee for a proper spanking could aggravate her injury. He wouldn’t risk it, but if she persisted in her naughtiness he’d punish her in another, much more embarrassing way. Swollen hard, his cock pressed against his pants as he imagined caning her bottomhole, or plugging her and making her stand in the corner like a naughty little girl.

William carried the boxes to the kitchen table and returned to the living room. Alexa glared at him, her arms folded across her chest once more. Approaching her, he grasped her shoulders and stared down at her, aching to quell her concerns. “I’m grateful you finally shared your age play interest with me, Alexa, and I truly want to explore it with you. So you need to calm yourself down this instant, young lady. Don’t get moody and defensive for no good reason.”

“William, I didn’t exactly hold back in my journal this week. What if you are repulsed by what I wrote? I can’t bear the thought of seeing disgust on your face as you’re reading my journal. I should have never brought this up.” She shook her head, her eyes growing wide with panic. “Please, just let me throw the stupid journal away.”

“Fetch the journal and bring it directly to my office, young lady. You have one minute. If you fail to obey me in this, Alexa, I will cane your bottomhole again with twice as many strokes as last time.” He made a show of glancing at his watch to note the time.

Her eyes widened further and her lips parted. She gaped at him for several seconds before turning to run from the living room, her heels clicking on the floor in tune with her rapid departure. Walking to his office, he entered and flicked on the lamp, then took a seat behind his large mahogany desk. Another chair faced his desk, a chair he’d placed there long ago for the times Alexa ventured in his office to chat with him. This time was different though. This time she was being summoned for a purpose more meaningful than a conversation about the weekly dinner menu, house repairs, or vacation plans.

A light knock on the door sounded just in time.

“Come in,” he called, standing up. He gestured to the empty chair facing his desk. “Please close the door and have a seat.”

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