THE RECALCITRANT P.I.
a Mac Armstrong mystery
Copyright © 2018 by T.F. Pruden
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Dana raised the shirt to her face, inhaling deeply.
She wrinkled her nose as she pulled it away. To her well-trained olfactory sense, the scent was unfamiliar. As foretold by Wanda at yesterday's lunch date, after another late night, Jack's clothing reeked with the odor of conquest.
She tossed the offending garment into the machine where a pile of Jack's underwear, sorted with usual care, lay waiting. Clearly labeled dry-clean only, the expensive shirt with reasonable certainty could expect to be ruined by such treatment.
Dana grinned as she pressed the button for the heavy-load cycle, making sure to set the water temperature to hot before hitting start.
As she climbed the wooden steps leading out of the unfinished basement, Dana smiled while picturing Jack's face when he discovered the shirt. It should certainly be wrecked. If they were home alone, he would likely be aggressive in expressing displeasure at the error made in care of his precious wardrobe.
Dana nodded as she closed the basement door. A moment later she poured a cup of coffee from the carafe waiting in the kitchen. With her darling Jack working a day shift, she would not have time to confront him until midday tomorrow, due to an evening shift that waited for her attention.
She would make sure it was easy for Jack to find the shirt, thus allowing plenty of time for him to get hot.
It was even more fun breaking him when he started out filled with some righteous, if most often wrong-headed, anger.
Dana sipped from the coffee mug, staring for a moment at the fish tanks surrounding the living room. Like her roommate-turned gal-pal Toni, she bore no love for the creepy predator fish Jack kept there. Nor did she appreciate the joy both husbands took from feeding them.
She shook her head in resignation; as the only pets in the house, their removal would likely be deemed too severe a punishment.
At least, it might be after she finished the first punishment she planned for Jack.
Dana smiled, thinking of the handcuffs waiting in the bedroom dresser. Tomorrow, she would need them. The polished leather riding crop from the closet should also be useful.
After the Armstrong's left for work in the morning, she would be home alone with her husband all day.
Jack could then be reminded of what happened when he broke the rules of either his enslavement, or his marriage. Through a long afternoon, he should be forced to savor the marinated flavor of Dana's cooled revenge.
A shiver of pleasure passed through her, as she recalled an earlier episode of her husband's punishment.
Jack was Dana's most prized possession.
Tomorrow, she could again remind him of it. She would also make clear, he ever remained the exclusive property of his wife. The agony Dana planned to inflict upon him, came as result of his breaking established rules. It would be as exquisitely satisfying for Dana, as it was deeply reassuring to Jack, of that she was also sure.
Dana reminded herself to leave no visible marks upon her husband. Previous treatments on occasion left embarrassing bruises, with Jack forced to make up a variety of excuses to explain them. Dana enjoying listening as he struggled for reasons appropriate to the evidence, when asked about it by friends.
Jack at such times could be relied upon for humorous creativity, though by now he carried an undeserved reputation for clumsiness as result.
Much like her husband, Dana preferred knowledge of their preferences remained unknown to those outside the bedroom.
One promise, above all others made between them, must first be kept if the marriage were to remain whole. Those secrets revealed in the marriage bed were considered by each of them absolute, with their protection a required service of it.
In this unspoken task, the happy couple lived betrothed.
For to one another was held singular emotional fidelity, no matter who from time to time might be fortunate to share either of their beds. Upon this each of them counted, with both secure in mutual trust.
Dana loved Jack as a prized possession, sole recipient of her most tender aggression.
Jack loved Dana as a worshipped deity, prescient source of his secret identity.
To either husband or wife, the marriage remained a blessed union.