I knelt, head bowed, and prayed. I felt at peace, finally. Finally.

Colossians 3:19 Husbands, love your wives, and do not be harsh with them.

Yes, I knew my husband loved me. I could feel him with me now. He was firm, but not harsh. He proved that yet again this morning when he asked if I would obey him today without question. He asked. I answered. I do not in any way regret my decision.

I sat back on the pew barely controlling my wince. He held my hand and smiled, pleased with my effort yet knowing my discomfort. My bum was tender – very tender – from his application of a leather loopy. I wanted to wince partially from the tenderness, but mostly from the carnal thoughts that flooded my mind when I felt the small twinge. He must have known this because he squeezed my hand lightly and whispered “focus” into my ear.

I bit my lip and closed my eyes.

Titus 3:1 Remind them to be submissive to rulers and authorities, to be obedient, to be ready for every good work,

This quote may not apply strictly to my life, but I do, nonetheless, take comfort in it. I strive to be obedient, to be submissive to the man whom I gave full authority over my life to. I know he is pleased with me. Even if I don’t always be the good submissive I strive to be, he knows I try.

I think about this morning. He woke me early, consumed with passion. He took me hard and quick, still making sure we both found satisfaction. He, thought, felt it was too quick, so after his orgasm, he played with my body, turning it to his will. He sucked my nipples, bit them, pinched them. I cried out from pain but mostly from pure pleasure.

“They will be tender today and accessible to me,” he stated as he clipped wooden clothespins onto the hard bullets. “Turn over. You’ve not earned a spanking, but I want to give you one anyway. I’ll removed the pins after.”

“yes, please,” I murmured, lifting my bum.

That was when he’d used the leather loopy. I counted in my head for a bit. I made it to 25 before the tears began to flow. Thirty before I began to kick my feet. Fifty before I began to beg. I lost count after that. I knew I could say that one word which would make him stop, but didn’t want that. I wanted to feel the heat of his desire.

“Suck me,” he ordered when he had finished and was lying on his back. “Turn around. I want to see the beauty of my handiwork.”

I did so, taking his cock eagerly into my mouth. I massaged his balls as I sucked his length down my throat. He began to spit onto my crack and work his saliva into my bum hole. Still, I sucked, lost in the pleasure of his cock slowly hardening again. He pushed it in slowly, the plug. It was heavy and cold and wide. I winced but kept my mouth where it wanted to be. Finally, it was fully seated.

“Well done,” he praised and pulled me up. “Yes, I could fuck you again, but it’s time for church now. Go shower then come back. You have one more addition before you dress.”

I gaped at him, shocked. He was going to have me go to church with a plug in my ass? Nonetheless, I obeyed him. When I returned, he attached another symbol of his authority over me.

Ephesians 5:22 Wives, submit to your own husbands, as to the Lord.

I chose my favorite dress – a dark blue, unobtrusive yet elegant. Pretty, but modest. It covered all of His adornments yet didn’t reveal that all I wore beneath were, in fact, his adornments. Yes, my nipples protruded a bit, but the thickness and dark color of the material hid them – mostly. Naturally, no one would know of the marks on my bottom or the hard plug in my ass. No one could see the lust and pride in my downturned eyes.

Pride. I was prideful of my ability and desire to serve Him, my authority on earth. Pride, however, was a sin. With the final notes of closing hymn still in my ears, I leaned over and whispered, “I have a confession to make, sir. I have a feeling that it will take your firm hand for me to find forgiveness.”

He looked at me, his eyes dark with desire, knowing what I needed and very willing to give it to me. “In that case, we won’t linger. You can confess, kneeling before me, as soon as we get home.”

I sighed, my pussy going soft and wet, my nipples hardening again.

I shook hands with the minister as we exited the church. As I did so, he smiled at me and said, “You are a model woman, my dear. You are a leader in the community, attend services regularly, show kindness to everyone, and look radiantly happy.” He leaned in close and whispered to us both, “What is your secret?”

I looked up at my love and said, “No secret at all. I simply follow what I believe to be right and good.”