Husband’s Corner Time & Paddling
Trent fidgeted. His legs were tiring. Standing was difficult.
“I told you to stand still.”
A drill sergeant could not have spoken more forcefully. Yet the speaker had a lovely, womanly voice.
Holly, his Domme Wife, never sounded more furious. The moment he arrived from work, she ordered him to strip and stand in the corner. That had been more than an hour ago.
His wife’s wrath frightened him. He did not know his crime. Fear made him tremble. A strict Domme Wife, Holly, made sure punishment hurt.
Like most husband owners, she believed in daily maintenance spankings. Before leaving for work, he bent over her lap. Twenty hard smacks of her spanking hairbrush reminded him who was boss.
She kissed and petted him, told him to be a “good boy.” He loved Holly. He worshiped her.
Trent was no masochist. Pain never gave him a thrill. But he knew he needed discipline. Spankings kept him out of trouble. Holly curbed his weaknesses, broke him of unhealthy habits.
She had the big paddle. Only used to punish his worst sins. Surely, he had not misbehaved that badly.
“You may be my man but you are still just a man. How could you be so stupid?”
Holly slapped the paddle with her hand. Trent jumped. He might as well start crying now.
“Didn’t you realize that I would spot it when I reconciled our bank accounts?”
He had not wasted any money. He knew that.
“I thought about increasing your pocket money allowance. But I can’t. You might start trying to hide other things from me. I will not tolerate secrets.”
Holly’s voice grew harsher as she spoke. Trent was terrified.
“You must have known I would find out about your traffic ticket.”
Trent received a ticket for speeding. He paid without telling Holly. He meant to. But he kept putting it off.
He wanted to crawl to her and apologize. It was too late.
She was a slow, methodical spanker. Trent’s paddling lasted almost an hour.
When he knelt, she would not let him speak. Spanking her husband normally calmed Holly. Not tonight.
She ordered Trent to setup a cot in the laundry room. Then sent him to bed without anything to eat or drink.
Holly would wake up in a better mood. Her sub-hubby was not a criminal. Just a man. Like all his kind, weak and foolish.
She loved him. Just as a little girl she loved her puppy.