"I think that a nice cool bath is just what you need," Randy told her, still holding her.
"Oh yes, Master, that would be very nice," she cooed.
"Stay here, I will be back in a moment," he softly ordered as he kissed her and he went off into the bathroom to draw her a bath.
Relana felt warm all over even though her backside was one big ache of pain. She felt like this was a dream. If it was, she hoped to never wake up. With every strike to her body she fell into a deeper love with her Master. Her Master, that seemed so natural to say now. The one who owns her, loves her, married her and punishes her. Her husband, her Master.
He wanted to make sure that the water wasn't too hot or cold. She needed something to cool her welts that he caused her. As the bathtub filled he started to think, "I sure hope that I don't need to punish her anymore today. I think she has had more than enough punishments for one day." Glancing towards the living room, he silently prayed, "Little one, please be good." When the tub was full, he shut off the water and returned to the living room.
"The tub is all set, little one. Come and soak your body."
"Yes, Master."
"He was so good to her," she thought.
He helped her into the tub and then watched her close her eyes as her body soaked. He picked up the bar of soap, gathered a lather and gently began washing her. She felt her stiffen under his touch.
"Does this hurt, little one?"
"No, Master."
"Then why are you tensing up?"
She was ashamed to admit to him her embarrassment of him washing her. He had never done this before. It felt strange. And even though she had been naked in front of him almost all day, she still wasn't use to her nakedness.
"Answer me," he said firmly.
She could tell he was starting to get angry again.
"Master," she stalled for time, "I, uhm, I...."
"Yes, little one, talk to me."
"I am embarrassed to have you see me naked, Master," she quickly said, like pulling a band-aide off.
"You weren't embarrassed earlier when you stood naked in front of me and had an orgasm," he reminded her as he playfully tugged at her nipple.
She blushed. "That was different, Master," she tried to explain.
"How so, little one?"
"I wasn't thinking about my body then," she blushed again, knowing he knew what she was thinking of 'then'.
"OK, I'll make this easy for you, would you rather be outside naked or here inside naked with me?"
Quickly she answered, "Oh, in here with you, Master."
"Then you don't want to go back outside naked?"
"No, Master," she shook her head.
"Then I suggest you think about that every time you feel uneasy about being naked in front of me, or I will send you outside again. This time I will tie you to the porch naked and leave you there, for everyone to see." He really wouldn't do that to her, but he wanted her to think he would.
Shocked by his words, she said, "Oh Master, please don't do that to me."
"Only if you force me to do that, little one," he told her. Letting his threat sink in.
She thought for a moment and then said, "Then I will never force you to do that, Master. You may touch me and look at me when ever you want."
He laughed, "Of course I can, little one. I will also do much more even without your permission."
She blushed again. "How beautiful she looked when she did that," he thought. Like an innocent child.
"Master, what I meant to say was that I will try to be comfortable with being naked in front of you," she said.
"Try, little one?"
"I WILL be, Master," correcting herself.
"That is what I want to hear. You make me proud, little one," he said smiling at her.
"Thank you, Master," she said proudly. "I hope I always will."
"If you always obey me, you will."
"Yes, Master, I will, I promise."
"That's my girl," he beamed.
"She had come a long way today with her submission," he thought. It seemed like a life time ago that she was this out-of-control woman who only wanted to have her way. With her screaming all the time and throwing fits. He liked her much better like this. He vowed to make sure that she never went back to her old ways. He knew what that would mean and he was now willing to do so with no questions asked. He welcomed his new found role of head of the house and Master to his wife.
He continued to wash her and this time she let go and let him. He felt every muscle in her body just relax as her eyes closed again.
She laid back and just enjoyed his touch. Not too many husbands would give their wives a bath and here her husband not only was doing it, but wanted to do it. She scowled at herself for being so foolish. This man loved her, all of her, why was she constantly trying to make him prove it? "From now on," she promised herself, "she would never do that again." She had every intention of keeping that promise and the one she made to her Master.
