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“I’m here, I’m OK and I’ll check in tomorrow with information.” But she wasn’t quite sure what that information would be. Karen was still repulsed by the idea of wife spanking, but Lynette’s serenity regarding her chosen lifestyle had left Karen with something of an unsettled feeling. She seemed to have no problem with the way things were, and her husband had seemed very respectful of her.
    But Karen had to wonder whether it was all just an act put on for her benefit. And Lynette and the woman she’d seen hugging her husband after the spanking were just two of a large number of residents. Surely if she talked to other women, she’d find someone with a different opinion of the lifestyle, perhaps one brave enough to admit that things weren’t quite so rosy.
     

Chapter Five
     
    “Dinner was delicious.” Adam Blye pushed the plate away and patted his stomach contentedly.
“I’m glad you enjoyed it.” Sarah picked up the plate and utensils and placed them in the sink. She looked around the cabin as she did. It had been Adam’s before she’d moved to Heartfield. He’d built it with his own two hands, but she’d added the homey touches after moving in – the sunny yellow curtains, the quilt that hung on the wall, the watercolor of a field of daisies. It made her sad to think of leaving her home, of leaving her husband.
    “Adam?” She turned to look at him. “Can we talk?”
    “Of course,” he said.
    She sat down in the chair opposite him, shifting gingerly in her seat. Her bottom was still sore from the spanking, which she had to admit she’d richly earned. All day she’d been thinking about her confrontation with Ann Marie, and how it had not left her feeling any better. The spanking, the submission, had left her feeling a little more refocused. But it wasn’t enough.
    “I am sorry for how I’ve been behaving,” she said. “And the things I said today when we sat down with Jake and Ann Marie – they weren’t lies, Adam. I don’t like her. And I don’t think it’s something you can force on me. But there are things you can do to help me.”  Tears welled up in her eyes. “I feel like I get so out of control. I don’t want to be like this. I need … I need …” Her voice trailed off and she looked down at her hands, her face reddening into a deep blush.
    Adam held his breath. He thought he knew where Sarah’s comments were going, but he didn’t want to get his hopes up. He reached over and took her hands in his. “Don’t be afraid, sweetheart. Just tell me.”
    “I want you to … to do what you wanted to do when we first got married. The thing the other men here do with their other wives…”
    Adam nodded, feeling a sense of relief wash over him. When he had married Sarah, he’d explained to her that she would be spanked for disobeying him. But he’d told her that there were other, more severe ways to remind her of his control. On their wedding night, he had bent his lovely bride over their bed and smacked her bottom until it stung – a taste, he said – of what she could expect if she displeased him. Then he had greased his finger and circled the tip around the rim of her anus. Sarah had squirmed and gasped as he’d worked the digit in to the first knuckle, and then had begun to cry.
    “No!” she’d protested, but he’d continued until she violently squirmed away and turned to face him. “I said, NO!”
    He’d backed off, holding his hands up. Acceptance of punishment had to be voluntary, and while he knew other wives in the community were sometimes left softened by displaying the ultimate submission of offering their bottoms to their Heartfield husbands, Sarah would not be one of them. His disappointment was keen, but where wives were expected to accept spanking as a condition of living in the community, it had been decided that this sort of submission was something a wife would have to ask for and want. That Sarah was offering it now was both encouraging and