Unexpected Top (Ball & Chain) by Cassandra Carr Page B

say Len was bored, and that was almost worse than if something more overt was going on.
    They left the theater, and when they got home Len turned on some late-night TV while Cissy retired to their bedroom to read. She didn’t want to push the sex thing, and if she was honest with herself, she was afraid she wouldn’t be able to take another rejection. By the time Len came in, Cissy had fallen victim to emotional exhaustion and was asleep.
    Len went fishing with a friend the next day, and Cissy sat down at the computer. She’d woken up determined to figure out what was wrong with their marriage and had come up with some actionable items to fix it that she hadn’t thought of yet. This was what Cissy did best—plan. Her job as a project manager for a large bank in the area made the skill come naturally.
    After putting various search strings into her browser, she finally hit pay dirt. Apparently there was an entire faction of women who felt unappreciated and that their men didn’t care enough to try to keep their relationships working. But what she saw when she started clicking through the links on a bunch of websites related to the matter caused an involuntary guffaw to burst free. These women had decided to take charge of their men. And how.
    As she read more she was surprised to learn there were so many women who played the dominant role in their households. Through her erotic romance reading, she knew how many women were submissive to men, but had no idea so many women had submissive guys.
    Leaning her chin on her hand, she read about how the women made rules and expected their men to abide by them. That in itself intrigued her, since she was constantly doing things like waiting for Len to come home from work so they could eat dinner, and of course he never called to tell her he was going to be late. That was just the beginning. At this point in their marriage, they were basically living two separate lives. He had no accountability toward her, and she was getting tired of being so low on his priority list.
    Cissy was even more shocked as she clicked on another link. Several pictures of what were obviously men’s asses came up on the screen, each bright red and showing other kinds of marks. What was this?
    She read the first caption and gasped. When their men broke rules, this particular group of women spanked them. Part of their punishment was having a picture of their spanked asses posted online in this group, along with a journal-type entry about what they’d done to earn the spanking and what had transpired during the actual punishment.
    Her breathing sped up and her pussy gushed with juices. “Holy shit. I wish I could do that to Len. I bet he’d think twice about his behavior if he knew an ass blistering was coming.” And based on the pictures she saw, ass blistering was an accurate statement. These women didn’t go easy on their men, and the guys’ asses were bright red, marked, bruised, welted—she couldn’t believe it.
    Scrolling down, she saw other pictures, including several of men’s cocks, some caged in some sort of funny-looking contraption, others reddened and with a kind of a whip included in the picture. Did these women whip their men’s cocks? What man would put up with that?
    Cissy snapped the lid of the laptop closed, her mind reeling. Sure, she’d read about women being spanked, and she’d wondered what it would feel like if Len put her over his lap and spanked her. But the opposite? It wasn’t like Len was huge, but he was obviously much stronger than she. How did these women manage to spank their men without the guys simply refusing or stopping the punishment? Her brain was racing, along with her heart, and she jumped when the side door from the garage banged open.
    “Stupid fucking rain,” Len grumbled. “Maybe the fish don’t mind it, but I sure as hell do.” He deposited his equipment on the hardwood floor in the kitchen despite the face Cissy made as the house began to fill