A Work in Progress, Part Three #18+, NSFW

My dear readers,

I do hope that you are enjoying my recent spanking fiction. If you missed the first two segments, click here:

A Work in Progress, Part One

A Work in Progress, Part Two

Enjoy!

XOXO,

nora

Part Three

Grant did, indeed, plan a special day for the three of us.  He took us to several well-known places around the city and seemed to take great pride in having the two of us on his arm.  I thought my feet might fall off, walking all over the city in heels, and was relieved when Grant led us into a café for an afternoon coffee.  I blushed as Grant ordered for both Anne-Marie and I, relaying to the barista with a wink that he took great care of his ladies.

Once seated at the table, awaiting our coffees, I was in for another shock at what transpired next.

“Anne-Marie,” Grant began, most nonchalantly. “Please take off your panties and give them to me now, my dear.”

My jaw dropped as Anne-Marie began to comply immediately.  I looked around the café in horror, worried someone might be watching us. 

Gracefully, Anne-Marie lifted her hips and slipped her silk panties right down her legs, and handed them proudly to her husband, blowing him a kiss.

Taking his wife’s panties and putting them in his pocket, Grant said, “That’s my good girl.  Now, if you will, please place your bare behind on that seat, my loves.  I do wish you to get a good feel for the leather on those beautiful marks I awarded you last night.”

“Yes, of course, Sir,” Anne-Marie replied, lifting her dress, and placing her bare bottom on the leather bench.  If it phased her in any way that the barista chose that exact moment to deliver our coffees, she didn’t let on.

Unsure what to think, I tried to hide behind my coffee, bushing furiously, looking anywhere but at the two of them.

“Nora, my sweetheart,” Grant said, lifting his coffee to his lips.  “Whatever is the matter, dear?”

I couldn’t find my voice, and just continued to look down into the foam heart in my mug that was beginning to dissipate.

“Nora,” he said, more firmly this time.  “I asked you a question.”

Both Grant and Anne-Marie were staring at me, hard, and the look in Anne-Marie’s eyes had me remembering the sound spanking she had applied to my bare bottom that very morning.

“I’m just feeling very confused,” I replied, in my smallest voice.

“Speak up, dear,” Anne-Marie said, sternly.

“I’m sorry.  I’m just feeling very confused by this all.  I don’t understand…” I said, a bit louder.

Anne-Marie took pity on me.  “You are feeling confused by the nature of Grant and I’s relationship, dear.”

I nodded, almost coming to tears.  I was so confused by the feelings swirling around inside.  And I found myself growing wet between my legs again!

“Nora,” Grant began.  “I know that Matthew did not let on as to why he was sending you to us this summer, for he feared that you might not be willing to come.  This is happening a bit quicker than I anticipated, but I think it is time that you understand why you are here.”

I could only stare at them both, mouth dry, nervously anticipating what was to come next.  I felt a bit frightened and wished that Matthew was here with me now. 

“Matthew has explained to us what you have been through, Nora,” Grant said, his eyes going soft.  “We know you have suffered some extreme losses in your life and that you have been fighting depression. Matthew has sent you here so that we might help you.”

“Nora,” Anne-Marie said, taking my hand, noting the tears in my eyes at the mention of my losses. “As you have probably guessed by now, Grant and I have a fairly unconventional marriage.  It is a very happy marriage, my dear, but I am guessing that what we will share with you now will come as quite a shock.  But we need you to know that Matthew is fully aware of the situation, and that he holds very similar views on marriage, though he has been hesitant to share with you due to your fragility as of late.  He is quite concerned because he feels that he is unable to reach you at times, on an emotional level.  He has also shared that you have been neglecting your health, both physically and emotionally.”

Why had Matthew shared these things with these two people?  I felt the tears begin to slide down my cheeks in humiliation.  My husband had shared my most sensitive experiences with two virtual strangers.

As my vulnerability peaked and before I could protest, Grant had gathered me in his arms, sitting me in his lap.  I gave in to my emotions and found myself pressing against him.

“There, there, my girl,” he whispered, rocking me gently.  We stayed like this for several minutes, and for me, the rest of the room faded away.  In that moment, I felt safe, like there was a wall of protection around me.  He continued to whisper sweet, reassuring words in my ear. 

After drying my tears on Grant’s handkerchief, I was returned to my seat, feeling a bit better.

“Nora, dear,” Anne-Marie said, gently.  “We know you have questions, and we are going to answer all of them. But we need you to know that no matter how odd what we are about to tell you sounds, that Matthew sent you here to us so that we might help heal you and put you on a better path.”

I listened quietly as she went on.

“You have noticed that Grant and I have a different kind of relationship, haven’t you, Nora?” she asked.

I nodded slowly. 

“You may not know what to make of it, so let me explain it to you,” Anne-Marie said, talking my hand once again.  “I am Grant’s submissive, Nora.  I obey him in all matters, and I live to serve him and to bring joy to his life.  Whatever his needs are, I work hard to meet them and to make him proud to be married to me.  He is always my number one priority.”

It was then that Grant took my other hand, looking into my timid eyes.  “And in return, Nora,” he said. “I dedicate myself to ensuring the best care for Anne-Marie.  She is to always be made to feel that she is safe and cared for. I do put rules in place for her, and those rules must be followed, but those rules are always for her own betterment. As a result of our arrangement, Anne-Marie and I enjoy a very happy and satisfying marriage.  We don’t quarrel, as most couples do, and we enjoy ourselves intimately in abundance.”

In my heart, I knew that truer words had never been spoken.  I had witnessed firsthand the deep emotional connection between them.  The affection between them flowed easily and the way in which they looked at one another… well, it was quite obvious that they simply adored each another.  Oh, how I wanted those types of feelings back in my life.  I had been living in darkness for so long.  But… submission?  I didn’t understand this angle.  Anne-Marie was so self-confident and capable.  Why would she submit to her husband in this way?

As if reading my mind, Anne-Marie said, “You are still wondering why, aren’t you my dear?  It is important that you understand this, and that you believe it.  I need you to hear this and let it resonate in your soul.  I want to submit to my husband, sweet Nora.  It fills me with immense joy to submit to his every desire, his every whim, to fulfill his every need. I get great pleasure and satisfaction from conforming to his will. In everything that I do, whether I am in his presence at that moment or not, my actions reflect my submission to my husband.  My world centers around pleasing him.  I am happy, Nora dear.  I am deeply happy.  And, Grant and I want to teach you this type of happiness, we want to give you and Matthew this gift.  We have always had a deep fondness for Matthew, and he loves you very much.  But you are a work in progress, my dear, and there is much to learn.”

Grant stared at me, intently, and silently.  I knew in that moment that I had a decision to make.  I wanted this kind of happiness, this deeper connection.  I didn’t quite understand it yet, but if this is why Matthew sent me here, I was willing to try.

“Nora,” Grant said, gently.  “There is much to think about, sweetheart.  Tonight, you will speak to Matthew and hear him out.  After you have spoken to your husband, the three of us will sit down, and you will give us your decision.”

I felt my stomach fill with butterflies. 

“My decision?” I asked, quietly, terrified how he might reply.

“Yes, Nora.  Your decision.  You will need to decide if you will offer your submission to me, and to Anne-Marie.  If you do, I promise you that there will be great reward.  We can and we will reach you, Nora.  We will heal your hurts.  We will guide you and set you back on the path of emotional wellness.  We will train you to please your husband so that the two of you might share the deep connection that we enjoy.  You will be happy again, sweet Nora,” with this, Grant kissed the back of my hand as Anne-Marie smiled at me, lovingly. 

Taking my hand, and leading me from the café, Anne-Marie said, “Come with us dear.  Your life is about to change.”

That evening, Grant dialed America for me, kissed me on the forehead, and left the room.  I had spent the remainder of the afternoon lying in my bed, allowing my mind to replay my conversation with Grant and Anne-Marie over and over again.  Images flashed through my mind… Anne-Marie gracefully removing her panties in the café, the sincerity in Grant’s eyes when he told me that they would heal my hurts… I felt an overwhelming myriad of emotions, and I was only too aware of my own sexual stimulation.

When Matthew’s voice came on the line, I was overcome with love for this sweet man.  He asked me if Grant had made his proposal yet and I relayed the events of the last two days for him, including my trip across Anne-Marie’s knee in the bathroom that morning.  To my surprise, he didn’t express concern over this detail, he merely said, “I think you’ve been needing that, my loves.”

“Is this really why you sent me here, Matthew?” I asked, earnestly, knowing that I was approaching the point of no return. 

“Yes, honey.  You need this.  We need this.  Please let Grant and Anne-Marie help you.  I want you to obey to them and submit to their authority. Do as you are told, whatever that may be.  I want you to be my good girl, Nora,” Matthew said, his voice low and deep.  “And, when you return to me, my darling, our world will be very, very different.”

This last statement felt both promising and threatening and filled my tummy with butterflies once again.  At that moment, the image of my dear Matthew wielding a cane filled my mind.

“Go and speak with them now, Nora.  They are waiting for you.”

“Yes, Matthew,” I replied, and with those two words, I knew my life was about to change.  We expressed our love and said our goodbyes. 

As I readied myself and straightened my dress, I looked at myself in the mirror.  I caught a glimpse of the girl that I use to be and at that moment, I was filled with a sense of peace.

As I entered the parlor, I saw that Anne-Marie was sitting on the floor, dressed only in lingerie. Grant was stroking her hair, lovingly. 

I stood there, unsure how to proceed.

Grant only stared at me, his eyes sizing me up.

“Have you decided then, Nora?” he asked, continuing to stroke his wife’s hair.

“Yes…yes, Sir,” I responded, looking at the floor.  After a long moment, I said, “I will submit, Sir… to both you and Anne-Marie.  It is Matthew’s wish, and… mine as well.”

“Very well, Nora,” Grant said, smiling.  Anne-Marie was smiling as well.

I smiled back, shyly. 

“You will take off your clothes now, Nora,” Grant commanded, his voice low, dark, and dangerous.  His eyes had changed; there was a glint there that I would learn to recognize over time.

And then, I noticed the strap on the table beside him. 

     

Part Four coming soon…            

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