As Hannah was undressing last night she put her pretty white panties to one side.
“Darling. I’ve decided I’ll be leaving my panties out of the laundry from time to time. If you see I have left them for you it means I want you to spend some time in your corner in the morning while you are waiting for my kettle to boil. I don’t want to have to remind you. If my panties are out your nose is in your corner when I wake up. Then, a bit later in the morning you can rinse them out.”
Which is exactly what happened this morning: Hannah awoke to the site of my lightly bruised bottom and her still moist panties pressed by my nose into the wall. She said nothing and, eventually, her kettle boiled and we got on with our day.
“So…Darling take down your pants and stretch over the end of the bed.” I did as I was told and heard Hannah pick up her vicious little plastic cane. She began to warm Me up with rhythmic hard hand slaps to my bottom and spoke to me in a firm voice.
“I had you ejaculate last night so you would really feel your whipping this morning. I have let your discipline slip a bit and,frankly, I have not been impressed with your attitude or your work habits lately. You’ve been right on the edge of insolence a couple of times. I should have corrected you then and there. But I didn’t.
It is very clear you need to be regularly whipped. And not playfully either. So I am going to try to make each stroke this morning leave a welt and, for the next few weeks, you’ll be regularly whipped. It is quite clear to me that sparing the rod has been spoiling the husband. Do you agree Elliot?”
“Yes Hannah. I have been missing my punishments.”
“Well we will begin to correct that starting now.” The cane whistled through the air and seared the first of its dozen lines across my quivering bottom. I could tell Hannah meant every word she had said.
“So Darling…Go and get your little cup. I want your little cock to spurt quickly tonight.”
I hastened to comply. It has been several weeks since I have been allowed to ejaculate. I stood beside Hannah’s side of the bed.
“Now lift up your nighty Dear. tuck it under your chin so I can pinch your nipples and get your silly little thing to make is mess. I don’t have all night. Tomorrow morning you are going to your corner with my panties and then I am going to give you a good whipping. I have been neglectful. But by having you come tonight you’ll be all soft in the morning and your stripes will sting just a little bit more.”
Her sweet words were all I needed. I came and caught every bit in my iron saki cup.
“Very good. Now drink your medicine and go to sleep. You have a big day tomorrow and I want to make sure you start it with a neat dozen welts on your pretty little bottom.”
My darling Lady of the House has had me hard at work producing the next installement of the “Man in My Position” books. Plus she has been making me write first drafts of articles which she is selling to a very nasty, if delightful, site all about escorts, Dating.com. In any case I have not been keeping up this blog as I am supposed to and, will, no doubt be punished when either of us has a moment.
Neither Hannah nor I have a particular thing about feet. I like her feet but I am not obsessed with them. At the same time, part of my duties are to keep her toenails trimmed and polished. She likes deep red and also likes to have a choice of reds.
My job, when she says “My toenails are looking a little worn.” is to get a nice towel, a little bit of paper towel and her nail polish and wait, kneeling, at my station. Sometimes I have to remover the old nail polish and start with a base coat, blow it dry, then – quickly and accurately – apply the colour layer, blow it dry, and then a top coat if we have time. Ten or fifteen minutes usually does the job.
Hannah, to enjoy the whole salon element usually reads a fashion magazine and entirely ignores me. It is a bit humiliating but lovely none the less.
[Hannah read this post and pointed out that I a) did not mention that my book "Cornertime" is free at Amazon until Friday, b) that for every comment left on this site this week I will be spending 5 minutes in my corner and for every review at Amazon I will have ten minutes of thankful meditation.]
A man in my position spends a surprising amount of time naked, pressing his nose into the deliciously scented cotton gusset of his pretty wife’s soiled panties.
Cornertime is a quick and effective punishment for the little lapses which need to be corrected but don’t call for a whipping.
I have collected a few of my reflections on being sent to my corner in an ebook called, to no one’s very great surprise, “Cornertime”. Starting tonight, March 18, it will be free to download at Amazon…here.
“Put the water jug on the floor at the end of the coffee table Dear.” said Hannah. I did and waited for her next instruction.
“Kneel. That right, knees on either side of the jug. Perfect! Now Miss Black, a really well trained husband does exactly what he is told to do. And he does it until he is told to stop. Ready Darling…okay, lower your little balls and that silly cockette into the ice. That’s it dear. Now here is your kitchen timer…Four minutes should be about right.”
The shock of the iced water on my testicles was enough to make me forget how embarrassed I was to be kneeling in front of a strange woman in a bra, girdle and stockings. And then the ice hit the steel intruder up my bottom and I could feel it cooling in me. Hannah kept right on talking.
“Elliot loves this little old fashioned kitchen timer. I can be forgetful and a couple of times I have simply left him in his corner all afternoon. In fact, one day I went shopping and he simply had to stand there naked until I came back. And I often send him to a corner in my closet where he can enjoy his mindfulness in the dark. But, out of sight, out of mind.” (more…)