Wednesday Addams Has A Secret

[F4M] [Script Offer] Wednesday Addams Has A Secret [Sequel to "Wednesday Addams Is in Love"] [Adults] [S&M] [Loud, Aggressive FSub] [Whipping] [From Deadpan to Tearful Expressiveness] [Pregnant] [Breaking the Happy News to Husband Mid-Beating] [Suddenly He Doesn't Want to Whip Her as Hard] [She Gets Angry]

Description: Based on a request by u/oom1999, who also, it seems, made the initial request that led to my "Wednesday Addams Is in Love" script, and the four spectacular fills that the script got from u/RubySeaWitch, u/Girl_In_Dungarees, u/HannahSlamma, and u/Singmypraise

Wednesday is now married, and has taken on the role of a submissive housewife, but, for Wednesday Addams, nothing is done in half measures.

Wednesday revels in her new role as a submissive, allowing herself to be shackled and restrained. She gets off on being whipped and beaten almost within an inch of her life. If her husband hasn't drawn blood by the end of their session, he hasn't fulfilled his marital duties.

“Remember, just as my duty is to submit to you, your duty is to keep me in my place; to keep me submissive, to keep me restrained, to make sure that I never defy or disobey you in any way.

And, if you need even more motivation, then you should know, I have been disobeying you.

You see, I have a secret, my dear husband, one that I have been keeping from you for some time now, and I refuse to tell you unless you prove your dominance, and beat it out of me.”


————— Script Start —————

[Should be delivered in a deadpan tone]

Good Evening, Husband. You’re home late.

Hmm? Oh, this? I was just starting work on a piccolo suite, but it can wait. How was work?

Absolutely dreadful, you say? Really?

You had to spend the majority of the day correcting the foolish mistakes made by your incompetent, feeble-minded employees?

It took you hours to explain to them what they did wrong, and even after all that time and effort, they still did not understand the magnitude of their errors?

That must have been incredibly frustrating, my dear. You must be absolutely furious right now. In fact, you are clearly shaking with rage even as we speak.

How... marvelous. That means you have plenty of pent-up aggression to use on me.

Of course I am being serious. I know this may all seem strange, given my former, dominant personality, but ever since you claimed my body as your property, when you forcefully, violently and painfully ravished me, robbed me of my virtue, corrupted my purity, and transformed me from an [scoff] “innocent” and “naive” girl into your loyal and obedient housewife, it has become my duty to submit myself to you in every conceivable way possible.

Of course, being an Addams, I am not the kind of person who does anything in half-measures. As I told you on that moonlit night when you stole my virginity, if you wish to claim me, then you must earn it by conquering my pale and slender body.

Show me that you own me. Remind me every day that I belong to you. I want it rough. I want it to hurt. I want you to leave marks on my body that will take days to heal.

Remember, I have given myself to you, so you better damn well show me that you’re worthy of the honor.

[Husband grabs Wednesday and begins to ravish her]

[Still deadpan, although with a hint of aggression, as if she is daring him to be rough with her] That’s right. Take me. Ravage my defenseless body. Strip me naked. Tear my clothes off and use my body as your plaything.

[Wednesday gasps as her husband tears her clothes to shreds]

[Still deadpan, but a hint of satisfaction] Don’t stop now. Drag me to the bedroom. Take your anger out on my small, slender frame. Use me as a receptacle for your rage and aggression, and make it so I never forget who the master of this house truly is.

[Groans and gasps as Wednesday is dragged to the bedroom. Sound of chains rattling and shackles being locked]

That’s it, Husband. Shackle my wrists in place.

Aren’t you glad I installed these chains to hang from our bedroom ceiling? Now, if I am ever so bold as to step out of line, or undermine you in any way, you can simply bind my body to the wall and leave me here until you feel I have learned my lesson.

[Chain rattling stops]

Well? What are you waiting for? Pull the chains until they are good and taut. Stretch my body until it struggles against  the shackles. Leave me gasping for breath as I strain against my restraints.

Do not be afraid, my dear. Any pain I suffer is simply proof of your devotion to me; proof of your love for me...

... just as I love you.

[Husband pulls the chains taut. Wednesday gasps and struggles as pain racks her body]

This is how it should be, my husband. This is my purpose in life; to be left naked and exposed, my body bound and stretched, arms splayed outward and upward, feet barely able to rest flat on the floor, trembling in anticipation for my husband's love to rain down upon my body, blow by blow.

[Wednesday gasps for breath as her body strains against the restraints]

I see the riding crop in your hand, my dear. Are you prepared to use it?

Remember, just as my duty is to submit to you, your duty is to keep me in my place; to keep me submissive, to keep me restrained, to make sure that I never defy or disobey you in any way.

And, if you need even more motivation, then you should know, I have been disobeying you.

You see, I have a secret, my dear husband, one that I have been keeping from you for some time now, and I refuse to tell you unless you prove your dominance, and beat it out of me.

Show no mercy. If need be, do not be afraid to whip and beat me to within an inch of my life. If you do not draw blood by the end of our session, then you will have failed in your marital duties.

[Weak strike of a riding crop across Wednesday’s body]

[disinterested sigh] Is that it? Pathetic.

[Another weak strike]

You’ll never get me to submit to you with weak blows like those. Harder.

[Normal strike]

Harder.

[Normal strike]

Harder.

[Normal strike]

You’ll have to strike me harder than that if you want me to submit.

[Hard strike]

Good. You’re doing it correctly now. Keep going.

[Hard Strike]

Just like that.

[Hard Strike]

[Hint of pleasure] Mmm... there we go. Please, my dear husband, continue.

[With each strike, the monotone, stonefaced facade that we know as Wednesday Addams chips away. Every blow brings more emotion to her voice.]

Very good. More, please.

[Hard Strike]

[grunt of pleasure] Yes.

[Hard Strike]

Let out your frustration.

[Hard Strike]

Your anger.

[Hard Strike]

Your rage.

[Hard Strike]

Remember your foolish employees, and their constant mistakes.

[Hard Strike]

Think about your disobedient wife, foolishly keeping secrets from you.

[Hard Strike]

Defying you.

[Hard Strike]

Challenging your authority.

[Hard Strike]

Daring you to prove your dominance over her.

[Hard Strike]

She deserves to be punished.

[Hard Strike]

To be beaten.

[Hard Strike]

To be left, bloodied and bruised.

[Hard Strike]

Brutalized by her superior husband.

[Hard Strike]

Reminded that her place... is at his feet!

[Very Hard Strike]

[Moan of pleasure as the euphoria washes over her] Oh!... Yes! That’s it!

[Very Hard Strike]

More!

[Very Hard Strike]

More!

[Very Hard Strike]

Don’t stop!

[Very Hard Strike]

Beat me!

[Very Hard Strike]

Brutalize me!

[Very Hard Strike]

Punish me for my disobedience!

[Very Hard Strike]

Show me how foolish it is to try and resist you!

[Very Hard Strike]

How foolish it is to keep secrets from you!

[Very Hard Strike]

Oh! Make me beg!

[Very Hard Strike]

Force me to surrender!

[Very Hard Strike]

Remind me why I chose to submit myself to you in the first place!

[Multiple Very Hard Strikes]

[Consumed by pleasure. Reduced to tears]

Yes! This is the man that I love! The man that I married! I am so happy to have been conquered by you, my beloved! (be-love-ed)

[Very Hard Strike]

Nothing else matters. Nothing! Nothing but my husband, these chains, and that riding crop!

[Very Hard Strike]

I am free; free from everything that could ever hold me back, including myself! My pride, my arrogance, even my family name is meaningless compared to this blissful pain that you inflict on me.

[Very Hard Strike] [moan]

The pain frees me.

[Very Hard Strike] [moan]

[Screaming] YOU free me!

[Very Hard Strike] [moan]

Oh!

[Very Hard Strike]

Strike me! Beat me! Bludgeon every inch of my body!

[Very Hard Strike] [moan]

My shoulder blades!

[Very Hard Strike] [moan]

The small of my back!

[Very Hard Strike] [moan]

My breasts!

[Very Hard Strike] [moan]

My thighs!

[Very Hard Strike] [moan]

Even directly between my legs!

[Pause]

[Gasping and begging] Do it! Please! Strike me right between my thighs! Punish my cunt!

[On the verge of an explosive, mind-numbing orgasm]

I’m so close! I’m right on the edge!

If you do this, I swear I will tell you my secret. I swear that I will submit to you, now and forever. Please! Master, I beg you!

[Very Hard Strike]

Oh yes!

[Very Hard Strike]

I feel it!

[Very Hard Strike]

The pleasure!

[Very Hard Strike]

It fills my dark soul with a supernova of light!

[Very Hard Strike]

My love!

[Very Hard Strike]

My husband!

[Very Hard Strike]

My Master!

[Very Hard Strike]

My secret is...

[Very Hard Strike]

I’m...

[Very Hard Strike]

I’m...

[Multiple Very Hard Strikes]

[Shouts at the top of her lungs] I'M PREGNANT!

[One Final Very Hard Strike]

[Wednesday erupts into a violent, earth-shattering orgasm. Her brain completely shuts down. She hangs limply from the restraints, convulsing and trembling, struggling to form words beyond unintelligible slurs as residual orgasms continue to rock her body.]

[She comes to, realizing she's being kissed]

Oh!

[Shares a calm, passionate, loving kiss from her husband]

[Sweetly] Husband, I don’t remember the last time you kissed me so passionately.

[Slightly embarrassed] I must say, I rather enjoyed that vanilla expression of love... um... for a moment.

[Showing a bit more humanity than usual]

Yes. I’m pregnant.

No, I haven’t known for very long. In fact, I just found out this morning.

I’m fine. Trust me, I’m fine, but how do you feel? I know this is a bit sooner than we expected. Are you sure that...

This... is the happiest day of your life?

You can’t think of anything more beautiful than to bring a new life into this world with the woman you love?

Oh, husband... hold me.

[Kiss]

I love you.

[Deep kiss]

Okay. Enough of this foolish sentimentality. It’s time for round two!

[Scoff] Are you kidding? I’m not nearly in enough agony to call it quits for the night. Hell, I could probably walk right now if you unchained me, and that's obviously unacceptable.

Come now, husband. Grab that riding crop, and...

[Very weak strike]

What on earth? You barely made contact at all! What a pathetic blow!

[Weak Strike]

[sigh] That does nothing for me! What’s wrong? Before, you were absolutely brutal. Just what the hell do you think you’re doing?

What was that?

You’re joking, right?

[Deadpan] I know I'm pregnant. Now start hitting me.

[Weak Strike]

Harder.

[Weak Strike]

Harder.

[Weak Strike]

[Sigh] By the seven hells, put some force behind it. Harder.

[Weak Strike]

Harder.

[Weak Strike]

Harder.

[Continues like that as it fades out]

————— Script End —————