husband whipped


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.”

Church then Whipping

“Of course we’re going to Church,” said the Lady of the House six minutes before the service began in our wonderful little Church seven minutes from our front door. I’m afraid I said something a bit disrespectful as to Hannah’s lateness. As we walked at speed to Church she leaned over to me, “And when we get home we’ll take care of your snarky comment.”

Church passed quickly and we soon were walking home. Hannah had enjoyed the service and we had fun dissecting the sermon. And, truth to tell, I was pretty sure Hannah had forgotten all about my remark. I was wrong. As I took off her coat she said, “You can go up to your corner and wait for me. Don’t bother apologising. I really should have whipped you before we went to Church and you could have enjoyed a well welted bottom on the pew for an hour. But we’ll make up for that now.”

I did as I was told and about fifteen minutes later I heard Hannah coming up the stairs. “You can get into position.” was all she said.

I knelt on our bed. No warm up. Just strokes of the heavy rattan cane. First half a dozen medium and then, with only a second’s pause to adjust her position six full swings of the cane. I was grunting after two and I could feel the welts rising. The last two strokes crossed the first four as Hannah swung her cane on the diagonal.

“There.”she said standing back and admiring her work, “If I am running late it is none of your business. And those welts will remind you to speak respectfully. Now pull up your girdle and we can have coffee.”

I am very loved indeed.

Maintenance Caning

dominant wife, submissive husband“Well, here you are.” said Hannah coming into our room. I was naked, kneeling on our bed, head down and arms over my head which is the position Hannah prefers if she is not tying my wrists. As this was a maintenance caning she probably would not tie me.

“I really have been a bit neglectful haven’t I. I don’t think you’ve been whipped since the beginning of the month. Probably because you have been so obedient about wearing your girdles. And Hasn’t that paid off? I know you still have a pound to go to reach your target, and I may decide you need to lose another few pounds, but I think this last month has been good for you. Plus, you have really been very good these last couple of weeks when I have teased your little cock. No whining, no pleading – I think you really do understand your position.”

“But, and this is important, I am not going to let you come until your little cock cage gets here. Then I’ll let you fill your cup and then lock you up for a little while. We’ll see how that goes. Ready?”

“Yes, Miss.”


Pretty much instantly six strokes of the light rattan cane cracked across my bottom. I vocalized on the last two.

“Excellent…now don’t move. I think that your maintenance has been too matter of fact when it happens at all. Now that Fall is here we can make sure your maintenance is memorable…Ready?”

“Yes Miss.” I said thinking that this was very different.

The cane sliced through the air and slashed my bottom six more times. I could feel the welts rising.

At last it was over. Hannah handed me a pair of her very moist panties.

“Much better. Now pull on your girdle and take these to your corner. I’ll call you when I am ready for cocktails.”

I did as I was told and the girdle, as Hannah knew it would set fire to the six crimson welts which overlay the six stripes. Where they had crossed I could even now see the bruises forming. I went to my corner and pushed my nose into the deeply scented gusset of Hannah’s pretty panties. In love.

A quick correction

“Just because your girdle is little tight you have no right to be snippy with me. Get upstairs this minute.”

Hannah was not kidding when she said a couple of weeks ago that she was going to be raising her expectations. I stood by our bed, trousers off, girdle and panties at my knees. Hannah marched up the stairs.

“I expect you to be polite and respectful at all times. You have a nasty tenancy to be flip and I don’t like it one bit. Now bend over and put your hands flat on the bed.”

No warm up. Just six hard strokes of he favorite 36 inch rattan cane delivered quickly and accurately.

“Now pull your girdle back up and get back to work. There are two articles overdue. And you should remember that if you are flip with me you’ll be right back up here and it won’t just be half a dozen.”

(Hannah has been looking for a cane with a little more heft and found this “heel stick“. Frankly I think it looks nasty but Hannah is all for upping my game.)


“I don’t like that attitude.” said Hannah, “Go downstairs and bend over the couch…I’ll be with you in a moment.”

Not good. I’d just been whipped a day or two ago. Didn’t matter.

“I want you to do as you are told. No ifs or buts. And there really is only one way you’ll learn.”

Hannah had, thankfully, only a limited space for her back swing but she used every inch of it as she striped my bottom with twelve medium hard strokes of her rattan can in quick succession. After five I was up on my toes and at nine I began to moan as she relentlessly whipped me. At last it was over.

“This cane is too curved. I want it straight. Soak it and have it straight by morning. Now, thank me for your correction.”

I got to my knees and said, “Tahnk you for my whipping Dear Lady. I love you.”

“Well get up and pour my wine.”

Whipped and Used

submissive husband, caned husbandHannah was more than a little cross with me for being needlessly jealous and, worse, daring to criticize her behaviour. I knew I would be whipped and I was.

But, after my poor bottom was well welted – 18 strokes is a serious punishment – the Lady of the House was kind enough to sit right down on my face and let me lick her perfect pussy until she came. I was wonderfully covered in her sweet nectar.

She writes about it in detail at her blog A Dominant Wife

The Maid

dominant maidIn truth, I am terrifically busy and not terribly good at housework. But the lady of the house is busy too. What to do? Well, I like solving problems and the obvious solution to this one was to hire someone.

We are lucky enough to live in a rather lovely, large house. It is large enough that it actually has a little maid’s room. But where would you find a maid in these egalitarian times. Especially a maid who could be witting as to the interesting rules of the house. And who would be willing to provide the deference and formality which the lady of the house and I require?

As it happens, from time to time, I do pinup photography for fun. Hannah has no trouble with this because she likes the dress up aspect. She is quite confident that I will behave impeccably with our young models as one cannot imagine the punishment were I to put a hand wrong. And one of our models used her pictures to advertise a “lingerie cleaning service” which suggested that she could clean and was more than a little open minded. Which was necessary as we proposed to have her dress prettily, always wear stockings and a girdle and be corsetted for the lady’s maid and serving portion of her day. And, of course, being a pinup girl, our maid is very pretty. 22, tattooed, very self-possessed.

Plus, for this to work, she would also in the course of her duties, be privy to Hannah’s disciplinary techniques. A fact which both excited and embarrassed me. However, my duty is to serve my sweet Hannah and hiring the maid was, I thought, far and away the best way to discharge this duty. So, with Hannah’s permission, I hired the maid and, for the past few days have been training her. The housekeeping is straightforward. So was explaining that in our house Hannah was absolutely in charge. “We have a female lead relationship. Hannah disciplines me frequently and, from time to time your duties will include bringing her the tools she requires for that discipline.”

From the very beginning, our maid was taught the basic etiquette of the house: Hannah is ma’am or, as our maid is, in fact, French, Madame. I am sir. I have her curtsy to Hannah on her arrival after she has changed into her underpinings and simple black skirt and top. She wears a long apron for cleaning and we are looking for a pretty half apron for serving. It is all very formal but the very formality has given her a real sense of place. She’s loving the job.

Last night, at cocktails, Hannah sent the maid upstairs for my nipple clips. I knelt and lifted my sweater as Hannah expects me to. The maid watched as Hannah fastened the clips…little antique lingerie clips with bite. I lowered my sweater. “Set the timer for fifteen minutes.” “Yes Madame.”

Our maid reappeared fifteen minutes later…”Oh, I think he needs another five.” And in five minutes our maid appeared again. Hannah was done, I knelt, Hannah removed the clips, which often hurts far more than their being put on and dropped them on our maid’s waiting tray. Our maid watched my obedience but entirely retained her decorum.

In time, I suspect, Hannah will send her upstairs with me for corner time so that Hannah does not have to attend to binding my arms. It will be deeply humiliating but also very exciting. As I am largely chaste, being bound naked by a pretty young, fully clothed, girl will almost certainly provoke the gallant response…as it should. And there will be nothing whatsoever I can do about it without Hannah’s permission. Which I thought about as my nipples throbbed and a bit more wine was poured.

Cocktails continued. Hannah is a contented, well served woman.

This morning she whipped me. And let me fill my cup.

I am desperately in love.

Update: A lovely article on the maid’s duty to curtsy to the lady of the house.