His Surprise

The shot of red intense fury that flashed momentarily through her eyes answered the question before she had to open her mouth. He smiled sheepishly and blurred out “ego”. Bonita nodded sternly then returned to her pensive pose.

Then she laid another bombshell on him. What if during the test he had opted to completely test every feature on her, what would his heart be feeling. This she asked with near steel rigid stillness. This was a moment of truth that could change the complexity of life for everyone involved in this project.

Slowly exhaling, he assured her as best as he could that he never had any intentions of doing a complete dress rehearsal with her. That would be a violation of her trust, disgrace for himself, and disrespect for his wife. The test was for measurement, safety, and practicality sake. He could never spank her, fully restrain her, or even ask her to be fully naked for the test. Certain things just don’t get done.

Bonita’s smile lit up the car as if it was noon. She was thrilled to hear that Boss man was every bit the gentleman she had hoped he was for her BFF. The hardest part of the questions were nearly done. She was pleased to see how much the man loved his wife. His tenderness was unparalleled. But there was a significant problem that had to be resolved before he could ever teach his wife any lessons.

The two of them exhaled audible together and froze. That was an unexpected bonding moment. They had transcended some kind of boundary and entered a new realm of friendship. He was cool, sure, but now he was her friend level cool. She was not just a convenient acquaintance anymore, she was family.

Bonita leaned forward. She lowered her voice a bit more. He strained to hear every word without turning back towards her. She was asking about his current emotional state in the most round about way he had ever heard. She was trying to ask how angry he was…

That didn’t make sense. What would he be angry about? Why would he even be angry with Bonita or anyone for that matter. Everyone had come through marvelously. Everyone had done their part. This was otherwise a perfect night. He got every single bit of return on his investments with interests.

Adjusting himself to sit a little taller, he looked closer in the mirror back to understand what Bonita was trying to say. From the raw openness he saw, this was definitely a massive concern of hers. Should he be angry about something?

He noted with great curiosity that his breathing had shallowed and was not so deep. His hands were starting to clinch. There was tension somewhere within. Was he really angry?

As Bonita paused to let the words ring in his head and float about, she sat back into the rear seat as if she had spent her last. She looked remarkably tiny when she did that. Sure, she was petite, but slung that low in the chair, she was tiny.

The thought of him getting strapped and tied in any of his contraptions was not going to happen. That just was not how he was wired. This was not what happened to Doms. This was wrong. Practically sacrilegious to him. That was not an option. If anything, he was planning to really lean on one of the machines to help him turn his lady’s butt cheeks totally red with pink outlines.

He had selected the perfect paddle to. The one with saw toothed edges and various moon phase shapes cut out of the middle. Not only would that sting when it landed, it would drive the point home perfectly that you can’t top from the bottom and snoop and get away with that.

He had selected another device that would hold her suspended in air as he would use the crop on her. He had feathers too, but that would not be for the strict punishment he had planned. He had other mechanical devices that would exact levels of pain on her that was going to get her full undivided attention.

The one he was most worried about would be attached to her mesh bra. It would be electrifying her. Not that kind of pain that made one agonize. It was the kind of pain that kept you wide alert and keenly aware that you’re not in control of what was coming your way. His worry was that he might discover he liked that machine too much and she would hate it so much that their relationship wouldn’t last.

This was also the machine that Bonita had shown the most apprehension about. It had looked too medical and too medieval. At her recommendations, they had changed many aspects of it so it would not look like the torture device it really was.

He was absolutely not going to try this machine out on himself ever. This was strictly to teach the lesson his stubborn wife refused to learn. He was going to let her know that every time she snooped, he’d put her in it and crank up the voltage even higher until she learned and never snooped on him again.

OK. Bonita had reasons to wonder about his true emotional drive. This device would have never been created if he had not been so angry with his lady about her snooping. But what options did he have?