husband whipping

Call to Order

dominant wife, whipped husband

Take your postion darling

“Well darling, you certainly have forgotten your place.” Hannah spoke as she sat on the side of our bed. “Imagine going out last night without asking permission. And I have the receipt. $15.00 and, I’m sure, a generous tip. Call it twenty.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“I won’t have it. So, today I am going to whip you. One stroke for each dollar. But, if it happens again it will be two strokes. Now, get in position.”

I went to the end of the bed and stepped out of my sleeping panties. Hannah warmed me up with her hand. “I won’t have you wasting our money on the pub and I certainly expect to be asked for permission if you want to go and have a beer.”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Good. You are not going to forget this.”

I heard the hiss of the cane through the air. Hannah was in earnest. After five strokes I was arching my back and after ten vocalizing as the cane sliced. I was shaking as the last three, very hard, punishment strokes were delivered.

“Perfect. I think a few of those welts will be with you for a couple of days. Now get dressed and get to work.” Hannah noticed that my cock was stiffening.

“Oh what a silly man. If you think that little cock is getting any attention you have another think coming. In fact, I might just send you to your corner before cocktails tonight and give you another whipping for cheekiness.”

I am well loved indeed.

Pussy Willow

whipped husband“Darling” said Hannah as I was in the middle of changing my downpour soaked trousers, “This is an opportunity too good to miss. I’d like to try my new cane.”

I’d been quite good the past month. Very chaste with only one opportunity to give the lady of the house greater pleasure. Hannah prefers to do maintenance on a more or less random basis and had not particularly felt I needed any. Especially after my last, rather severe, caning session and milking. However, I had been out walking the dog and had found some freshly cut pussy willow shafts. A man in my position is pretty much obliged to bring his wife items for her inspection and Hannah was delighted. The thickest of the shafts was a under half an inch in diameter with a pleasing taper. I trimmed the buds off and had put them in our supplies.

I took my position and felt Hannah pull the belt tight on my wrists and ankles. “I’ll use the thick one today darling. A bit of maintenance but also a downpayment on the whipping you deserve for going out late last night.” She tried a few strokes with the willow and adjusted her stance to accommodate the slightly greater length. “I don’t have time to properly punish you this afternoon.” Hannah said bringing the willow wand down with more authority. “But don’t think for a minute I am going to let you go to the pub without my express permission.” Every third word was accompanied by a stroke. “Is that clear?”

“Yes ma’am.” I blurted out.

“Good.” said Hannah hitting her stride. I could hear the whistle of the willow as Hannah began to extend her swing. A half dozen biting stokes later she was done.

“You’ll have your real punishment soon.” Hannah said unbuckling me. “I do like the pussy willow. It is a bit heavier than the rattan.” She tossed the cane on the bed and left our room. I could not help but agree – the willow had all the sting of the rattan but somehow had more “thud”.

I composed myself and went to join my beloved lady of the house.

Rattan cane for discipline

There really is a difference.

I found a source of rattan not so very far from our home. 32 inch lengths. Very in expensive.

I bought the lady of the house two lengths, one slightly thicker than the other. I might have drawn an interested glance or two as I travelled home but somehow two lengths seem less punishment cane like than one.

A bit of sanding and both are ready to go.

Critically, a rattan cane needs to be soaked for several hours or even a day or two. Rattan can easily dry and as it dries it loses some of its flex and, more importantly, most of its weight. A good soak restores both.

Having been caned several times with the rattan lengths I can safely say that they produce more sensation than any other implement Hannah uses on me. Which is not to say agony – for that the bath brush remains the mistress of pain – rather sensation in all its forms. Hannah is use getting the flex of the canes under control and there have been some memorable strokes which took us both by surprise.

The soaked canes are actually easier to control than they are dry and the greatly increased weight means as well as the snap of first contact there is a thudding finish to Hannah’s best strokes.

As with any new tool, the rattan lengths take a bit of getting used to. I have no doubt Hannah will master them. Practice makes perfect and it is my happy position to be used for practice.

Twenty light aiming strokes to bring Hannah’s eye in are actually quite pleasant. They bring the blood up in my bottom and trigger the wonderful sensation of complete submission. The weighting strokes which usually follow, where Hannah increases the force of her strokes and gauges my reaction to her severity brings and entirely different set of sensations. First, helplessness. We both know that she has the complete right to whip me until she is satisfied with the result. Second, deliciously, a frission of fear. I am afraid that I will not be able to endure my training. But then another, more wonderful sensation overwhelms me as the cane’s bit intensifies; complete surrender and embrace.

As Hannah whips she loves.

And one is about to be used on me for maintenance.

Wanted – Heavier Cane

There is a wonderful matter of factness to Hannah’s discipline. A few days ago I was trussed up for a punishment whipping. I had not done anything terribly wrong but I had displeased the lady of the house in a number of small ways and I was going to be well caned.

As is her way, Hannah took a few practice strokes before beginning in earnest. Satisfied with position and aim my whipping commenced and in no time my bottom flamed and I was vocalizing. Hannah switched to her back hand. A few strokes in she paused. “I need a heavier cane. This is too light and it’s developed a curve.” She finished, with her imperfect cane delivering eighteen more strokes. She released me and told me to stand up before I had even recovered. She had noticed that, perhaps because of the lightness of her cane I had developed an erection despite my well striped bottom.

“Stand with your feet together, at attention.” I did and she went to fetch my iron saki cup. “Masturbate and don’t spill a drop.” I stood, naked, masturbating as Hannah pinched my nipples with her long fingernails. In no time I began to ejaculate into my little cup.

“Finish” said Hannah. I raised the cup to my lips and drank my mess careful to lick the cup clean.

“Excellent…now there is a good deal of ironing for you to do before you get to work in the garden.”

Hannah was done. I was undone and in love.