cocktail hour

An Evening – Part II

dominant wife, submissive husband(Part 1 is here)

I knew what was coming. And I was not looking forward to it one bit.

“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…)

A Conversation

dominant wifeHannah had something on her mind.

“You know darling, wonderful as having you submissive and chaste and wonderfully attentive is, I think we need a bit more routine in our lives. Or, more accurately, you need more in yours. I noticed how wonderfully you responded to your paddling the other day. Not a punishment, just a reminder.

I think you need more of that sort of thing. So, starting today a few new rules.

First off, I’d like you to make a real transition from your work day to our home. If I want to know about your business I’ll ask. And to signify your transformation from the man of business to your real position from now on you have a little beauty ritual before you lay out the cocktail things. First, you shave and shower. I want you smelling lovely and I am thinking of getting you a bit of scent.

Then, quick as you can, I want you to put on a little bra, panties, one of your girdles and hose. Then some of your nicer, softer clothes. And I will be buying you a few things I’d like you to wear. Then you’ll be ready to greet me when I get home.

Second, I don’t think you have been getting enough corner time. You’ve been much too busy to take the fifteen minutes in the morning and, beside, the house is do busy that if I want to give you strokes after your corner time it is a bit awkward. And I do want to give you those strokes. I’d really forgotten how much nicer you are when you’ve been whipped.”

“So, the one time around here that it is quiet is when I wash my hair. So, from now on, no matter what you are doing, when I tell you I’m washing my hair I want you to drop what you are doing, go up to my lingerie closet, strip naked and press your nose into my panties. It is a pretty safe bet you’ll be caned or paddled afterwards. And just about certain you won’t be allowed to come.”

“But I might.”

“That’s all dear.”

All I could say was “Thank you.”

Over Her Knee

paddled over her knee

I have been crazy busy for the last month. My business flourishes but it takes a lot of time and concentration. I was lucky enough to be allowed to give the Lady of the House greater pleasure about ten days ago and a week ago, after some closet corner time, Hannah had me masturbate into my little iron saki cup. But she could tell I was getting edgy.

For the last few months she has used the cane almost exclusively. Partly because she wants to get better at caning me, partly because, in a busy house, it is surprisingly quiet. Twenty stroke of a quarter inch cane certainly gets the endorphins rushing. At the same time, it is a bit routine. And, with my wrists bound to my ankles, not particularly intimate.

This morning Hannah had a smile on her face. “Darling, take your panties down and come here.” She was sitting on the side of the bed in a pretty skirt and sweater. I lowered my panties and stood two thirds erect in front of her. “Darling,” she said taking my cock in her hand, “You have many chores today. Starting with rinsing out my lingerie and then vacuuming the stairs and then ironing. There’s always ironing. But before you get started I want to try out my new little paddle. Now arrange yourself over my lap and let’s see if we can’t get you motivated.”

I did as I was told. Her little paddle is a pretty salad serving tool. Ten inches long and, perhaps two and a half inches wide. It is surprisingly thick and heavy.

No warm up. Hannah took a few practice swings at quarter force and then upped the ante. I don’t know how many smacks I received but each sent a shock of pain. Hannah carefully alternated cheeks and, in a minute or two my bottom was glowing. Just as I was getting to the edge of beginning to kick my legs Hannah stopped.

“OK, stand up. Wonderful. You certainly can tell you’ve been spanked. Maybe I will give you a second helping when I clip you for cocktail hour. Now, darling, I’m going out. Be sure you are shaved and showered by the time I get home and that you have done the items on your list.”

“Thank you darling.” I said rubbing my rich red bottom.

“My pleasure.” Hannah said her lips grazing mine to avoid messing her lipstick. “If you do a good job we can use the paddle again and then, perhaps, the cane.”

Slips are not permitted

husband whipped by wifeYou would think that after my Christmas Day whipping I would be very, very careful what I said and how I said it to the lady of the house. Well I wasn’t at breakfast today.

We went about our business and, as cocktail hour approached Hannah told me to accompany her to our bedroom while she changed. I helped her pick out her outfit and fastened her back garter tabs. When she was done she turned to me,

“Apparently you did not learn your lesson yesterday. You can spend some time in your corner thinking about what you should do better and considering that tonights’ whipping will be shorter but harder than last nights’.”

I stripped, picked up Hannah’s discarded panties and stood, nose to panty to corner. It grew cold standing naked and I had to wonder at “harder”. I suspect I stood in the corner for fifteen minutes, I didn’t time it. At last I heard Hannah’s heels clicking down the hall.

“I trust you realize I mean business, I will not be spoken to disrespectfully. If you are not interested in what I am saying that is your problem, not mine. Now, take your position.”

There was nothing gentle about Hannah as she strapped me in place. Her warm ups were pro forma: the main event started almost at once. Full, hard strokes with very little pause in between. My bottom was aflame within a couple of strokes but Hannah was giving me the full dozen.

And then she switched sides and got to work evening things up. Worse, she was using her left hand and that is inaccurate. The tip of the cane snapped against my slightly exposed testicle…I nearly jumped off the bed and would have had I not been restrained. Hannah finished up and released me.

“Now, if you are rude again I will whip you again, each time a little harder. Men are often slow learners.” As she spoke she was holding my half erect cock. She gave it a squeeze, perhaps promising something later, turned on her heel and left me to recover as best I could.

I am, as my commentors tell me, a very lucky man.