Sasha and Daniel have been together for 7 years, married for 2. It'd been a roller-coaster of ups and downs, as all relationships are. They'd supported each other through difficult periods and trust each other deeply, but it's taken a toll on their sex life. Which has now has faded to a monotonous shadow of what it was when they met.

Where once there was fiery passion, they have found themselves tip toeing around each other, stuck in a virtually sexless marriage, neither sure how they ended up here, or how to get back what they both desperately crave.

Till one exasperated outburst from Daniel changes everything...

"This frustration is killing me! If you don't start behaving like the wife I married, I'm going to put you over my knee and spank your ass till it's glowing!"

Daniel immediately regretted his words, and braced himself for yet another passive-aggressive bickering match. Kicking himself for outwardly blaming the woman he loved for their stale love life, while knowing it was a situation they'd sunk into together, neither with any idea how to climb out.

Or so he had thought till he glanced shame-faced at the woman he loved standing beside him.

Her cheeks were flushed a deep red, but it wasn't anger or hurt plastered loudly across her face as he'd expected. Instead there was a quiet shyness he didn't remember ever seeing before, and an unspoken question was raising one of her eyebrows. The tip of her tongue peeked out, wetting her top lip before disappearing as she gently bit the bottom one.

With her eyes locked on his, she lowered herself to her knees beside him.

He sat, stunned, frozen in place and silent as his beautiful wife crawled over his lap. Her hardening nipples tracing their way across his thighs violently woke something he'd fought his whole life to keep buried inside.

Something dark, hungry and howling to be set free was clawing at the walls of the prison he'd built for it.

With one of Sasha's hands now pressed to the floor, her palm flat and fingers spread, bracing herself in expectation, she looked back up at her husband over her shoulder. She raised an eyebrow, questioningly, pleadingly, a hint of desperation and fear of embarrassment clearly visible on her delicate features as she slid the other hand down her waist, over the swell of her hip and traced the fingers slowly down her thigh till they delicately pinched the hem of her skirt.

"Spank me first, then I'll behave like a good wife for you"

she had breathed huskily, as she lifted the hem above her waist, then pushed the lace underwear down her thighs, revealing the swell of porcelain white skin begging to be marked.

With that one sentence, sparks were fanned into a firestorm that burnt everything they thought they knew about each other and their relationship to the ground.

As the ash settles, they realise in wonder that nothing is off limits anymore. Any idea, fantasy or kink can be acted on without fear of judgement.

They have 7 years of trust built up between them, and 7 years of not knowing their partners were just as depraved as themselves to catch up on.

From that first spanking, which leaves Sasha's ass glowing, crisscrossed with welts from her husbands belt in a remote cabin. through the fun of bringing playmates home, both men and women, wild nights spent in KitKat, Berlins famous kink club, to pushing Sasha's desire for pain till she finds her limits.

Together they embrace the darkness and explore, deeper and deeper into the world of kink and BDSM. Finding, testing and pushing each others limits in what they call their "couples therapy sessions"

This is an introduction to a series "Couples Therapy" I'm writing. They will be published monthly approximately. While the relationship between the couple is very much D/s and the more extreme elements of that won't appeal to some, it's a wholesome, supportive, and loving relationship.

The story of each session will be available for free on Kindle Unlimited or for a dollar or two to buy.

Couples Therapy | Session 1: The Cabin is available now

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UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B0DV5QY67W

A taste of the action:

Sasha couldn’t control herself anymore, her mind was a roiling sea of emotions, her body a bruised patchwork of pleasure and pain. Normally quiet and hesitant to be loud during sex, she now moaned and cried out, begged and pleaded, matching in volume the weight of his blows, till he slid his fingers into her mouth, telling her to suck them as she got the first proper barehanded spanking of her life.

Once her master’s fingers were wet and slippery he withdrew them from her mouth and she felt a cool line traced down her back, sliding between her rosy stinging cheeks, then the familiar stretch as they entered her again.

She could hear the need in his moan as he spread his fingers, widening her hungry, soaking hole.

She reveled in the feeling of being utterly controlled, used as his sex toy, her body good for nothing except whatever he wanted it for.

She felt her master shift till he was standing directly behind her. His fingers that had felt so good buried inside her, curled and stroking that part that never failed to push her over the edge, were withdrawn. Then in surprise she felt their tips pressing against her tight little ring, slowly easing themselves inside her as she gasped.

After a lifetime of wondering why anyone would be interested in playing in the garbage dump, when there was a playground next door, she was shocked at how much she suddenly wanted Master to use any part of her that pleased him.

Sliding one hand down her stomach till she could feel her warm wetness, and the other down her hip till it gripped her ass cheek, she teased herself as she spread herself to allowed him deep inside.

The feeling of being filled, behaving like a slut and on display like that woke in her something that matched the growl that came from her master’s throat as he watched her performance. Letting go of everything except wanting to be her Master's Whore, she pushed back against the fingers stretching her ass, grinding on them, filling herself with them, as she began begging.

"Please fill your little whore Master"

She knew she'd cracked him as she felt the smooth head of his swollen cock pressed against her hungry slit. The fingers that had stretched her virgin ass were removed and replaced with his thumb, and his shaft slid between her slippery folds, impaling her.

Her Master began slowly thrusting, sliding his full length in and out of her. His hips pressed against her tender ass, balls slapped her sensitive clit, then he withdrew till his head deliciously stretched her entrance.

Slowly he built momentum, using his thumb in her tight little hole to pull her back onto him.

Her pleasure and excitement, at the exhilarating feeling of fullness she'd never experienced before, was just a lucky coincidence she knew. His pleasure and wanting to take it from her in this way, was all that mattered. She was a possession, being used by the man she loved to quiet the darkness he'd felt he had to hide from the world.

She was the one in control though, for one simple reason. Trust. She knew without doubt that one word would stop anything she wasn't comfortable with. Till then she rejoiced in his exploration of her body and its limits.

As these thoughts careened joyfully through her overstimulated mind, she felt herself stretched further, her Master’s cock swelling deep inside her as his enjoyment of every inch of her body pushed him to the edge.

The rhythmic throbbing inside her gave warning that, within seconds he would be pulsing deep inside her. She tried desperately to string together words that would convey to him her desire for him to use her in any way he wanted as he climaxed. Fill her or cover her in his seed.

Whatever the darkness demanded, use her to feed it.

All that came out of her mouth was a low guttural moan.

Daniel had clearly been having the same thoughts, with none of her indecision or inability to articulate them. He growled into her ear as she felt the first waves of his orgasm filling her.

"I'm going to fill both your holes, my perfect little whore"

A shiver ran down her spine at those words, as she imagined the thickness of his fully erect cock stretching her tight little virgin ass.