A Reluctant Wife

Wendy was clearly in a rather sullen mood for the next two weeks. She felt that Robert had violated her......that things had gone too far......that he was a pervert. Equally, she couldn't avoid the realisation that her own response to his domination had engulfed her whole body and mind in ways she had not thought possible.

Robert was well aware of his wife's mental tumult. He could of course apologise.....promise that he wouldn't go as far again. However, he could also sense that their recent encounters had deeply impacted Wendy, emotionally and erotically. Yes, he knew that he was exploiting her, but could not resist the path of debauchery on which he was leading her.

He decided that it was best to keep a wide berth, leaving her the time and space to achieve some kind of mental 'stasis'.

In the meantime, he accessed more 'information' on the internet. He joined a couple of member-only discussion groups, where he received much enthusiastic encouragement and 'advice'. Also, using the opportunity to plan ahead, he signed up for a mail box, near his workplace.

Using this, he was able to have several 'specialist' on-line purchases delivered, without Wendy's knowledge. To begin with, he ordered a traditional school cane, a leather 'Lochgelly' tawse, a ball-gag, lockable handcuffs, white nylon bondage rope and some nipple clamps.

Surreptitiously, he hid his newly acquired fetish items in the loft; a place that Wendy had never ventured.

Now three weeks on, (having had no sexual contact whatever), Wendy received a telephone call from Carol, suggesting an after work drink to catch up.

The two women chatted lightly over a glass of wine, before Carol referred back to their Sunday lunch meeting:

"I loved your outfit the other day, Wendy"

"Oh, thank you!"

"I know Jeff liked it....he hardly took his eyes off you! Believe me, we had words in the car afterwards.....they're so weak, aren't they?"

"Oh, sorry......still, its nice to be noticed for a change......."

"That young guy at the bar certainly noticed......what did he say?"

Wendy wasn't expecting this line of questioning from her friend, and blushed.

"Nothing really"

"Go on, spill the beans!"

"Well, if you must know, he said I had a nice 'ass' and wanted my phone number"

"I saw him pinching your bottom.......was it nice!?"

"Well.............yes, I suppose it was really.......he did it sort of in slow motion......a sexy squeeze rather than a pinch."

"I think Robert and Jeff saw as well. Did Robert say anything about it afterwards, you naughty girl?"

"No, but it must have revved him up.......he came at me once we got home!"

"Came at you! What does that mean!?"

Wendy was not prepared to reveal her shocking 'bondage' experience, but decided to confide an earlier experience instead.......

" He spanked me. It's not the first time either. He seems to like it."

"Wow!................. Do you like it?"

"I didn't really to begin with, but now, I don't know.....yes, I suppose I do......"

"God, that sounds so kinky.....so sexy! I wish Jeff would spank me!"

"It worries me sometimes.....that we're becoming 'perverted' or something....."

"Honestly Wendy, its really quite common........they even discuss it in my monthly fashion magazine!"

Wendy was loosening up. Somehow the chance to unburden herself to a trusted female friend was becoming irresistible.

"He makes me dress up and display myself....I have to suck him off afterwards"

"Oh god, Wendy, that sounds so erotic. I'd love to see that!"

"I just worry about where it will all end Carol. He's always introducing something new. Something humiliating. Something perverted."

"Look Wendy, why don't you call me the next time its going to happen.......I can check with you when he's finished......for safety....and well, for the juicy details!"

Their conversation continued in this way for another half an hour, before they departed....agreeing to keep in touch.

That evening, Wendy cuddled up to Robert on the sofa and gave him a peck on the cheek. No words were necessary. He knew he had won.....

A few days later he fetched the cane from the loft and hid it beneath the spare bed.

Wendy had been somewhat reassured by her conversation with Carol. Still, there had been no sex....even on their habitual Sunday afternoons. She felt sure she knew what was coming.......

Sitting at home after work with a cup of tea, the phone rang:

"Hello darling. I'll be home at 6.00 PM. Can you wear something nice for me?"

The coded words that Wendy knew, oh so well.....

"Yes, OK, Robert"

Immediately afterwards, she rang Carol.....

"It's happening Carol. He's going to spank me again tonight!"

"This is so exciting Wendy. Please please call me again later with all the details.....I can't wait!......oh, and best of luck. Hope it doesn't hurt too much!"

"Well, thank you for your concern, I'm sure! OK I'll phone you later this evening. Bye"

Wendy made her way upstairs to prepare herself. Five weeks of abstinence had made her especially needy........and she had to admit, compliant.

Earlier in the week she had visited the big department store in town. She had often bought pantyhose there before, and had noted mentally, the expensive range of nylon stockings. This time she had taken the plunge and bought three pairs of sheer 'Gio' fully fashioned nylons......at £35 per pair!

Now she took a pair from a hidden space in her wardrobe. She examined the beautiful, delicate 'barely black' nylons with reinforced heel and toe, and of course, back seams....so sensuous, so indulgent!

She decided to wear an appropriate lingerie set........black satin bra, deep, eight-strap suspender belt and full cut matching panties.

Having carefully pulled on and attached the gossamer-like stockings, she sat down to do her hair and makeup, with great attention to detail.

Satisfied with her sexy but sophisticated look, she began to dress.......deciding eventually, on a tight, red, pencil skirt, finishing just below the knees; teamed with a lovely white 'pussy-bow' blouse in almost transparent chiffon.

Finally she stepped into a pair of black 'Laboutin' shoes with 5 inch heels, and of course, shiny red soles! (Robert had purchased these for her, on-line last year for her birthday. This was only the second time she had worn them.)

Now fully dressed, she practiced walking about the bedroom in the gorgeous high heels. Eventually, she seemed to have mastered the necessary deliberate steps and moved to the spare room, where she sat, nervously, excitedly, awaiting her 'fate'.

As usual, Robert kept her waiting. Eventually, he entered the room. As usual, they engaged in some intense kissing and caressing, before he told her to stand. She went through the same display ritual, before lowering herself in submission for her spanking.

Things were different this time, though. She felt desperately aroused, but he wasn't frigging her cunt. He was just concentrating on a harder than usual slapping of her pronounced, reddening buttocks while she tried to get some friction from his lap.

Then he stopped.

"We haven't talked yet, about your behaviour in the bar, Wendy"

Wendy blanches. Where is this going?

"What do you mean?"

"We all saw you.....letting that young guy touch you up at the bar."

"It wasn't my fault. He just did it....."

"Stand up Wendy, and keep your skirt right up. No, leave your panties where they are too."

Robert stood and grabbing her rather forcefully, took he to the corner of the room.

"Put your hands on your head and press your nose right into the corner. Do not try to rub your bottom and stay perfectly still! I'm going to leave you for a while to think about your actions in that bar....in front of me and our friends. I saw what you did, quite clearly. When I return, I will need to hear a sincere apology."

Pretending to leave the room, instead he stood and gazed at the amazing sight before him. Taking in all the details of her sexy outfit and her humiliating posture.

Then he took out his phone and took some photos, before finally, leaving her alone.

Poor Wendy. The minutes dragged by. Her bottom was still sore and she was struggling to keep her pose. Her mind kept returning to that Sunday afternoon in the bar. It had been so exciting. So arousing. She blushed.

Robert left her to 'stew' for almost 20 minutes. He was pleased to see that she had held her position, with skirt up and panties down. Moving behind her, he gently stroked her pink bottom and whispered in her ear:

"Such a good girl for me darling. So obedient. Don't ever forget this."

He turned her around and placed her, standing in her usual 'display' position, before seating himself on the sofa.

"Well?"

Wendy hung her head in shame.....

"Sorry Robert. I'd had too much to drink. I was a little naughty..."

"Not just naughty though? You were dirty, weren't you?"

"Yes, I was dirty. Sorry"

"Go over to the desk and bend right over. We need to settle this now."

Thoughts were racing through her head: What was happening to her? She'd already taken a hard spanking. What was he playing at? Nevertheless, she obediently draped herself over the desk, with her buttocks displayed prominently before his gaze.

Reaching under the sofa, Robert took out the newly acquired cane. He came to her side and showed it to her for the first time.

"No!!! Please Robert, not the cane!! I'll be good, I promise! Please!!"

"Stay down and stick that bottom out. You should have had this months ago. I will not allow my wife to be out of control! Prepare yourself for six strokes!"

With that, and without further ado, he commenced the climax of her punishment.

The searing pain was more than she could bear. She cried out and tears streamed down her cheeks as Robert savoured every stroke on her wobbling mounds.

Afterwards, he took her in his arms. Still tearful, she allowed him to finger her surprisingly wet cunt to a delicious and well-earned climax. She was then instructed to kneel in front of the sofa, in which position she was gripped firmly and penetrated with much vigour by her husband.

Much later that evening, Wendy phoned Carol, as agreed:

"It was awful, Carol. He spanked me hard, then made me stand in the corner like a naughty schoolgirl.......and he made me apologise!"

"Robert is such a sexy beast Wendy. I'm just so jealous!"

"That's just half of it, Carol. He's bought a cane......I had to bend over for six strokes on my bare behind!"

"How awful.......were you wet......I mean, did he do you afterwards?"

"Yes....look, I have to go....we can catch up again next week"

She hears Robert approaching and quickly shut off her phone. Smiling innocently, she turns and makes him an offer:

"Would you like a hot drink, before bed darling?"