After

As you might expect I have been feeling the effects of my correction pretty acutely ever since. My corner time with Hannah’s moist and musky panties let me gradually surface from my submissive embrace of the pain I deserved. But I was still a little shakey when, some time later Hannah arrived with a warm damp face cloth and witch hazel.

“You just stay in your corner. I clean your poor bottom up and the witch hazel will start mending your welts. But I suspect you’ll be using your standing desk for a few days.”

Hannah is always very sweet to me after she’s corrected me. Often she will let me have an orgasm to take my mind off my throwing bottom. But not now.

“There you go Darling. The little blood spots are all cleaned up. I could see your little cock trying to get hard in its cage and your punishment panties. Don’t bother. Your cage is staying on. I like not having to even think about your cock. On the other hand, as you can tell from my panties, whipping you was more exciting that I thought it would be. You can come out of your corner and go to work. I’m going to have a nice long bath. Tonight, before cocktails, I’ll want you to lick me.”

Which I did to the best of my ability and I stood in my corner again as Hannah finished behind me. She told me she stared at my bruised, striped bottom as she fell over her edge.

“I am a very lucky woman to have such a sweet, obedient, man as my husband… Now pour me another glass of wine and bring more olives.”said Hannah.

“Yes Miss… Pleasure.”

Punished

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Stripes

“Put on your punishment panties and go and make coffee and unload the dishwasher. When you are done I want you to come back upstairs and ask for your punishment.” said Hannah stretching in bed. The good news was that she was well rested and smiling. I was pretty certain she was no longer angry with me. Now it was just going to be a matter of what she thought I deserved.

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Ready

I hastened to obey. My punishment panties are, in fact a panti girdle with the back very much abbreviated. My “bottom lifter” fits very snug at the best of times and with my caged cock it took a little while to pull on. It does, however, protect my lower back and upper thighs a little which is a mercy. But that protection lets the Lady of the House use whatever force she thinks necessary. I finally got it on and scooted downstairs. Coffee, for some reason, did not take nearly as long to brew this morning.

I took Hannah’s coffee to her in a pretty little cup on a silver tray.

“Excellent.” said Hannah lifting the hot coffee to her pretty lips, “Now, I think you have something to say.”

Without being told I knelt at the side of her bed. “Darling, I was inexcusably rude to you yesterday evening. I humbly apologize. I promise it will not happen again.” I drew in my breath, “And to make sure I remember never to be rude to my darling wife I humbly ask that you whip me a long and as hard as you think is required.”

Hannah took another sip of her coffee and looked straight at me. “I accept your apology. But you are absolutely right. You need a proper whipping. And I have thought about that: The cane is all very well and you will certainly be taking your strokes; but I am afraid dear that I want you to go and get the bath brush first. And take your belt an lay it down. I will have to tie you for today’s session.”

I hate the bath brush. Hannah recently purchased a new bath brush and I had not yet felt the effect of its 16 inches or its relatively small head. I was pretty certain it would hurt…a lot.

“So, darling,” said Hannah as I got into position at the end of the bed and she wrapped the belt around my wrists binding them to my ankles and buckling the belt in one, smooth, motion, “I have not been as strict as I had intended to be this year and here is the result. My lovely man trussed like a chicken and needing a serious whipping. Which you are about to get.”

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pain spreader

With that, and no warm up I felt the bath brush crack down on my left cheek and then, almost instantly, my right and then back again. Five a side and then Hannah stopped. “Well, this is certainly noisy. I am just going to close the window. The neighbours don’t need to hear your punishment.”

I tried to catch my breath and just as I managed to Hannah started in again. Not quite so quickly, but with the same, agonizing force. “And this certainly makes your bottom a pretty red quite quickly.”  I was twisting in my position. There was no escape and Hannah did not seem to be stopping.

“I know you hate the brush but, other than the noise, it is a lovely instrument. The cane always scares me a bit. It is too easy to break your skin which I don’t like to do accidentally. But I could do this for hours.” I heard her but now I was deep in that place where you have no choice but to meet the pain. Each blow sent a freshet of sensation through my bottom and deep into my brain. I was vocalizing with every stroke. I learned long ago not to fight the sensation but to try to embrace it. To understand that Hannah was punishing me because I deserved it and she loved me all the more for my submission.

The brush went on and on. “And fifty…” said Hannah putting down the brush where I would be able to see it as I was caned.

“Now, would you like to wait for the cane or do you want me to carry on?”

A nasty question. If I waited the pain would die back and I would have to walk back to the place where I could embrace my whipping. If Hannah carried on the pain would be just as intense but there would not be the recovery and relapse. “Please Miss, until you are satisfied.”

“Good choice, I was going to give you more if you took a break.”

I heard the cane swish through the air and expertly slash both cheeks. Where the brush had only hit one at a time, Hannah’s cane technique has improved to the point where each stroke lands with equal force on wither side. Before I really “felt” the first stroke she had landed five more and had switched sides. Her backhand strokes are a little less intense. Which at this point was a huge relief. Another half dozen and she returned to her forehand.

“Almost done darling. Just another dozen or so and then the crosses.” To say I was in agony is just the beginning of a description. I could feel my bottom throbbing and the bruising already was beginning. Hannah didn’t have to stroke hard at all to provoke my vocalizations. I was twisting in my belt but Hannah had pushed my knees far apart and I could not have flipped over for all the trying in the world. I was very close to tears.

“Crosses darling.” The worst. Hannah slashed three lines at forty five degrees to my cane lines. Where the cane met a welt I could feel a little blood blossom form. Three strokes forehand, then she switched to her back hand to reverse the angle.

“Done. You are very brave darling. But you needed every stroke of that. I am going to release you in a moment and I want you to go to your corner for a few minutes while you recover. No rubbing. Your skin is broken in a few places and I don’t want you to do any more damage. Now, what do you say?”

“Thank you for my whipping Miss…I love you.”

“Good boy…now go to your corner.” said Hannah handing me her very damp panties.

Waiting

“Go up to your bed right now.” said Hannah more than a little furious. “I don’t want to have to tell you twice. I will not put up with snarkiness. Which you know or should know. But when I am through with you in the morning you will know for certain. Now go upstairs, brush your teeth, get into your nightie and turn out the light. And you can leave your phone right here elliot.”

Hannah brought the phone up a few hours later when I had been in bed as ordered for quite a while. “I’m sorry I was snarky.” I said hoping she might forgive me.

“I am sure you are elliot. Deeply sorry and an apology is always welcome. But that’s not how I run our marriage. I don’t want you to apologise for being rude, I want you to stop being rude. Obviously I have been letting your standards slip. I was looking in the Punishment Book and I have not whipped you at all for a month. Yes you are locked up and yes you have your morning corner time;but tonight you proved you need a much firmer hand and tomorrow you are going to get one. Good night.”

1,000,000

Early this morning someone clicked on a post here and created the one millionth page view. The Lady of the House and I would like to thank everyone who has followed our journey through the pleasures of a wife led marriage.

Thank you all and especially the people kind enough to comment. We have learned a lot from our comments and,from time to time, Hannah has been affirmed in her decisions as to how best to direct a very happy marriage. Pretty much universally our comments suggest that she be firm, strict and perhaps a little more dominant than she might otherwise have been. This has increased her confidence and, I fear, ensured my position is all the more submissive. A position I am honoured to be in.

Thank you all.

Finding a Maid

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I’ll just slip these on”

Charming as it would be to have a sexy little ladies maid flouncing around in the traditional “up to there, down to here” outfit, the Lady of the House is looking for an actual, real life, maid.

The question, of course, is where to find one. And here I need to be creative. You can’t advertise a genuine paid, maid’s position, with a note saying that under clothing, in addition to uniforms, will be provided. And you really can’t include the fact that the maid will be expected to, on the instructions of the Lady of the House, discipline her “employer” and, from time to time, indulge his penchant for a little lively slap and tickle. The assorted government employment people would be arriving at your front door instantly.

However, this is also not really a Fetlife sort of a thing either because Hannah really does want a maid. The “special duties” would be no more than 5-10% of the total job if that.

I’ve put a veiled ad up on Craigslist under domestic gigs “Seeking a young woman for ladies maid duties. Must be polite, well groomed and prepared for a traditional maid’s duties with a few interesting twists. Must be broad minded.” We’ll see what that brings. I have a few other ideas but may as well start with the most obvious.

Panties

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“So,we don’t have a Maid yet.” said Hannah handing me a stack of her freshly washed panties, “Fold,and put these away neatly. Sexy but practical.”

These are old friends. We’ve spent a lot of time in the corner. Tiny wisps of sheer delight but also wonderfully firm, full panties constructed to flatter. The wisps are impossible to fold, the firm panties really need care.

Pleasure.

A Maid?

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A suitable maid

“So Darling, now that we’re settled in out here in the country I was thinking of hiring another maid.” said Hannah as I stood naked in my corner, nose pressed in her silk panties, cock locked in its cage. “Not full time or live in. Just a couple of afternoons and evenings a week. I could use the help around the house now that you are so busy. So take your nose out of your corner, get dressed and write an ad.”

I hastened to obey.

“Will you want a maid willing to perform special duties?” I asked.

“Oh I think so, don’t you. Now that you’re locked up having a pretty young girl around the house for you to corset and fondle would be even more fun. So, yes, absolutely. But what she really needs to be is an excellent cleaner by day and elegant after five. I miss having my bath drawn and someone to do my hair and take care of my clothes. I know you try but a girl’s touch is so much nicer. Plus it would be nice to have cocktails and dinner served once in a while. And it is time to start entertaining.”

I set to work. It was not going to be easy to find the right sort of girl. But, and this always helps, I’ve been busy because my business is doing very well indeed. And country life is much less expensive than a pleasant life in the city. So we can afford to be generous.

I must say that, even with the inevitable humiliations being disciplined in front of, or even by, the maid I was already looking forward to the interviews and, assuming I am able to find someone suitable, having a servant again even if only part time.

I have the most wonderful wife in the world!