Domme Mother-in-law’s Spanking Advice
Hal answered the doorbell. He opened to see his mother-in-law.
“Hello, Ms. Maddox.” Hal’s wife forbade him to address women by their first name. Mistress Carrie, his wife, made sure Hal’s behavior reflected their inequality.
His mother-in-law ignored his greeting.
“If you will move, I will enter.”
After she passed, he started to shut the door.
“Don’t forget my luggage. Surely you are not stupider than the day of the wedding.”
He blushed and complied. He was not sure if Ms. Maddox hated him or if she routinely included him in her general disgust. She despised all men.
“Where is my daughter?”
“Still at work, Ma’am. She should be home shortly.”
“Make a pot of coffee.”
It was a relief to have an excuse to leave the living room. Sometimes it was if his wife’s mother looked through him. He felt transparent. Other times, he felt she had x-ray vision and could see everything in his mind. He would feel guilty for being male.
Ms. Maddox terrified her son-in-law.
He heard the door open. Mistress Carrie was home. He brought two cups of coffee.
Mother and daughter broke from their hug. His wife thanked him for the cup. His mother-in-law gave it a doubting glare. That she did not think of him as able to do anything right.
“Come upstairs, mother, help me pick out a dress for tonight’s dinner.”
Ms. Maddox turned to Hal. “You come too.”
Carrie raised her eyebrows. Had poor Hal angered her?
She undressed. Her mother has excellence clothes sense.
Mrs. Maddox turned to Hal.
He obeyed. Then stood awkward and blushing. His mother-in-law shook her head. Was he worse than she expected?
“Cover your little thing.”
“Did you marry him for his penis? You always said you wanted a husband with a micro penis. His little nub is the most pathetic cock I have ever seen.”
Now Carrie blushed. Hal always wondered why such a sexy, super-competent woman wanted him. He never suspected it might be his greatest shame.
“Turn around, drop your panties.”
She turned to her daughter.
“Does he always wear panties under his man clothing?”
“Sure. He has many reminders that he isn’t a real man.”
“Good. His ass surprises me.”
“Why, he has a normal butt.”
“His buttocks are only light pink. No scars, bruises or ragged skin.”
“Hal is always obedient. Obeys me instantly and correctly. He doesn’t earn discipline.”
“He’s a man. Men need firm daily maintenance spankings and a hard one every Sunday.”
“Hal is meek. I’ve never met a more naturally obsequious man.”
“As I said: he is a man. Men need pain. Discipline makes submissive men feel loved. And protected. Protected from themselves. Even if he doesn’t need a spanking today, frequent corporal punishment prevents him from backsliding tomorrow.”
“I think we’ll always disagree about this. I’m sorry you don’t approve.”
Ms. Maddox turned to Hal.
“Do you wish Mistress Carried spanked you more often? And harder?”
Hal froze. Dizziness washed over him. Hidden feelings and wishes surfaced.
He looked at his Mistress Wife.
“Yes, Mistress. Oh God, yes.”
Nothing had ever surprised Carrie more.
“You want me to hurt you more? Are you more of a masochist than you admitted before we wed.?”
“Mistress, I need to be punished.”
“What have you done wrong?”
“Then why do I need for punish you?”
Hal opened his mouth. Stood paralyzed.
Ms. Maddox said:
“You need to be punished because you are a man.”
He felt overwhelmed, confused. Then nodded his head.
Facing Carrie: “I need to be punished because I am a man.”
A few tears fell.
“I need to feel my submission. I’d never do anything to displease you, Mistress. But I’ve secretly wished you would get angry with me. And beat me.”
“Slave, get your Mistress’ cane.”
He handed her the cane.
“I’m sorry, Mistress.”
She hissed his forehead.
“Put your hands behind your neck. Turn and face the bedpost.”
The cane spanking was only ten strokes. Carrie hit him hard, cut his skin. Hal tried to muffle his sobs.
Finished, she ordered Hal to his knees.
“How do you feel now?”
“Hurt. My body hurts. But loved. My heart is happy.”
Hal became a heavily spanked submissive husband.
When Ms. Maddox learned that Hal slept at the foot of Carrie’s bed, she made one last suggestion.
She gave her daughter a long, thick dildo. For Hal.