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FIFTY-ONE

MARA

MARCH

Jack stepped onto the ice for his practice, everyone taking practice shots to settle in. He’d already sent me a text complaining when he was riding the stationary bike that he could feel the plug. I reminded him he was lucky I hadn’t set it off yet.

Did I feel bad punishing Jack like this? Yes and no. Actually, not really at all. He was lying to me, and I was pretty sure he had been since his “fishing trip.”

I blew him a kiss as he skated back my way, taking my seat several rows up from the glass. He didn’t need me as any more distraction than I’d already be.

The team took a knee to listen to the coach’s instructions, and I felt like it was time to act. I pulled up my phone and opened the vibrator app. I put it on the lowest vibration setting and pressed play to make it go.

Jack’s head cocked back ever so slightly, so I knew he felt it. I left it there buzzing, and Jack started to wiggle like he needed to stretch.

I turned it up to medium and he visibly jolted. He reached for his crotch, adjusting himself.

“Is there a problem, Leroy?” I heard the coach ask.

“No. Cup’s just sitting weird,” he said with a nod.

I turned the vibration off to give him a break, his body slackening. They set up for some kind of drill and while Jack was waiting for his turn, I cranked that thing to high and hit play.

Jack shouted and fell forward, banging his fist on the ground. I was pretty good with recognizing his teammates now from watching some games, and Romelski went to check on him. As he was struggling to say what was wrong, I turned it off.

Jack got up and hobbled to the locker room. I picked up my phone to text him.

Feeling okay?

JACK LEROY

Fine

How about now?

I turned the vibration up to high again. I didn’t get a text response, so I left it buzzing. About a minute later, I got a video, clearly with content just meant for my eyes.

Sound on

I happened to have my earbuds in my purse, so I pulled them out and put them in my ears. Checking that no one was behind me, I pressed play on the video.

At first it was Jack’s face, talking to me in what looked like a bathroom stall.

“This what you wanted, eh? You wanted to make me so crazy I had to go take care of things?”

The camera zoomed down to his cock in his hand.

“I bet you thought you could tell me not to touch myself. It’s too fuckin’ late, Mara. Now you have to watch me come.”

I crossed my legs and squirmed as I listened to my husband moan and bring himself over the edge, noting how loud he seemed on the video. My face had to be bright red as my panties immediately became wet.

I knew how to get him back. Brats want attention. If I really wanted to get him where it hurt, I’d withdraw.

So, I did. I sent one final text.

Hope you’re proud of yourself. Here’s the real punishment.

Then I grabbed my purse and cane, and without a backward glance, I walked out of their practice facility.