BBW Domme Wife’s Discipline
Subhubby Jon moved the key slowly. He turned the doorknob with such care it was as if he feared it would explode.
Walking softly, hopefully silently, he crept into the dark living room. A floor board creaked. John paused. Relaxing, he continued his invisible journey.
A light flashed on. He froze.
He looked up. Mistress Wife Marsha stood at the head of the stairs.
Jon was always surprised that such a magnificent woman married a weak-willed, unworthy man like himself.
She said nothing. She did not look angry. Mistress Wife’s expression was coldly sober.
Subhubby Jon would have preferred she seem mad. Her anger was short-lived, punishment fleeting.
With a gesture, Mistress Wife bade her husband come upstairs.
She grabbed his ear. She pulled him to the spare bedroom.
The room was almost bare. A few canes and straps hung from pegs.
The only furniture was a desk, chair and contraption.
The contraption seemed to be a chair built from 2x4s. A dozen leather straps were bolted into the wood.
Soon subhubby wore only his male chastity device.
Mistress Wife led subhubby to the contraption. She made him kneel on the seat. Arm and leg straps locked him into place.
She grabbed his chin, turned his face up and said, “You know my rule. Tardiness is forbidden. Sometimes I think you want me to punish you.”
“No, Mis– ” She slapped Jon. He spoke without permission.
Selecting a riding crop, Mistress swept it back and forth. The bound subhubby flinched at each whoosh.
She put the cane down. From a desk drawer, she removed a ball gag. Jon was shivering as she shoved into his mouth.
Mistress Wife picked up the cane. Without preliminary she slammed it into subhubby’s buttocks.
“Never break my rules.”
“Never come home late.”
“You disappoint and shame me.”
“Maybe I should divorce you.”
Jon squirmed with each blow. His heart cringed at her words. Especially the threat to divorce him.
Fifty hard lashes of the cane followed.
Then Jon sat at the desk. Mistress Wife made him write, “I will not be tardy. I will obey Mistress Marsha,” one thousand times.
Going to be early and without supper concluded his discipline.