The Obedient Wife

THE OBEDIENT WIFE

    "Count" he ordered.

    "One" she responded, as the first blow landed on the upturned bottom of her right foot. She was kneeling on the sofa, facing the back of it, with her stockinged feet just at the edge. He had struck her with his folded over belt across her arch, the most tender part. The blow was not full strength but hard enough to sting strongly.

    "Two" she called out as the next blow landed on her left foot.

    When she reached ten, he stopped and directed "Now tell

me what you have learned"

    "I will not remove my shoes again without your permission " she responded.

    "No you may do so, as long as you put on slippers. It was your failure to wear any footwear without permission that got you punished."

    "Yes. I know. That is what I meant"

    She understood his rule but her long term habit of going barefoot was hard to break. The rule was a simple one. except for bathing, changing and in bed she had to wear either shoes or slippers at all times unless he ordered her to remove them or she got his express permission to remove them.

    There was a similar rule with respect to stockings.  Except for bathing, changing, and during sex, she had to wear stockings or pantyhose at all times unless he ordered her not to or she got his permission to remove them.  This rule had been more difficult to get used to since there was no exception for bed. Permission was seldom granted so she seldom asked any more. She had spent many a hot night in the summer learning that heat was no reason to deviate from the rule.

    Her life had changed drastically several years ago when he first told her of the new domestic order. While she had been powerless to resist and resented it at first, now she accepted it and still loved him. The change had come after the children had grown and they recognized things would have to change if they were to stay together. Her new role satisfied him and it was not that hard to live with. To the outside world things appeared quite normal.

    Today she just felt like slipping out of her shoes for a while. Since he was out she thought she could get away with it. She didn't take off her pantyhose since they would take too long to get back on if he returned unexpectedly. They had been married so long he must have developed a sixth sense because he suspected it as soon as he came in even though she was wearing shoes when she came to the door and kissed him on his return. He made her stand on the rug in front of him, remove her shoe and show him the bottom of her foot.  Since she had her shoes off for about an hour the bottom of her foot was much dirtier than usual.

    By confessing immediately her punishment was lighter. She was surprised that he had carried it out immediately, usually he just kept a record and when it built up she would be disciplined. Discipline also usually did not take the form of corporal punishment so she knew this had been a serious infraction.

    Before this all started, she had found it strange when the husband of a much younger couple that she knew picked out all of the wife's clothing.  Now she no longer bought anything herself without her husband along and without his approval.  In the last two years she had passed up many fashionable items to satisfy his extremely conservative tastes.

    She also usually got his acquiescence before dressing in any outfit. Of course if he suggested she wear something she did.  Even so when she disagreed with his taste she would sometimes ask if some combination might not please him more.

    After the punishment he sat down in the living room and began to read the paper. She went to the powder room and exchanged her shoes for a pair of soft padded slippers which she hoped would make her stinging feet more comfortable.  He quickly summoned her back and had her bring him a drink. When she had served it to him, he told her to remain and remove her clothing. When she had stripped down to only her pantyhose, panties and slippers, he sent her to change into stockings and a garter belt. She also removed her panties as instructed before she returned to the living room and stood in front of him.

    He left her standing there for a few minutes while he left the room. She could not tell what he was doing while he was gone so she could only stand there waiting patiently.

    When he returned she did not notice that he had two short pieces of very heavy button thread in which he had tied slip knots in each end. He slipped one over each of her thumbs.  Next he squeezed her nipple until it began to get firm, then he raised her hand up to her breast slipping the other end of the thread over her nipple and pulling it tight. When he had repeated the process with her other hand she was quite helpless. If she tried to move her arms there was a quite painful pull on her nipples. The only way to get relief was to keep her hands close to her breasts.  She could not untie the threads even if he were to allow it. He left her to ponder her predicament while he returned to his paper.

    In a little while he released her right hand and sent her to the kitchen to begin to prepare dinner. He went off to somewhere else in the house. She was able to manage cooking fairly well using her right hand and keeping her left on her breast. Opening jars however, presented the biggest obstacle in her handicapped and nude state. He shortly came to the kitchen but it seemed he was there more to watch than to help.

    Just before she placed dinner on the table, he helped her into a robe he had brought to her. Since he had not untied her left thumb he had slipped the robe over her shoulder leaving the sleeve hang empty. They ate together however by the end of the meal she noticed that her nipple was beginning to get extremely sore. She had not realized the extent of the involuntary movement of her left hand while she was cooking. Also keeping her arm in one place had become very tiring causing it to pull down. All of this pulling on her now swollen nipple had made it very sensitive.

    None of this had escaped her husband's notice who waited for her in the bedroom while she cleared the table and cleaned up the kitchen. He was already sitting on the bed dressed in satin pajamas when she entered the room. He handed her a nightgown and watched while she struggled into it. She was able to get the left shoulder strap up even though the armhole was not filled. When she got it on she got into bed with him.

    "Would you like me to undo that" he asked.

    "Would you please" she responded.

    "Yes but there will have to be something in its place" he told her. Her spirits fell but she agreed. He told her to come stand before him and take off her nightie. He watched her grimacing with pain as she struggled out of it. He then untied the thread. when it was off, the return of circulation to the nipple was also painful. True to his word, after she had put her nightgown back on he placed a clothespin on to her nipple.  Before doing so however he had rubbed it making it both more erect and more sore. With the clothespin in place he left her alone while he drifted off to sleep.

    She lay there on her back not daring to roll over on to her left side or her belly. The nipple was quite painful but she knew better than to try to do anything about it. Soon she too was able to drift off to sleep.

    A strong hand forcing itself on to her cunt caused her to awaken. It was still quite dark so she had no idea what time it was or how long she had been asleep. She felt her husband's hand rubbing and exploring her cunt.  She could tell from the way he was groping that he wanted her to spread her legs so she obliged.  As she got more awake her tit began to hurt more.  Still she knew better than to complain.

    Next she felt her nightie being lifted before the hand went back to work. It continued to probe and rub her cunt until it opened up and became moist. Then he held the exploring finger up to her mouth. From experience she knew what was expected and began licking her own juices from his finger.

    "Play with yourself" he instructed, placing his hand on top of hers. She moved her hand down, inserted her own finger and continued the massage. He kept his hand on her wrist as she moved her finger in and out of her cunt. When he noticed her breathing more heavily he pulled her hand away holding it firmly, keeping her from resuming.

    He pulled her nightie up to her shoulders exposing her entire body and covering her face so she could not see. He ran his hands over her stockings and slowly traced the straps of her garter belt. His hand moved up over her belly then on to her chest. He played with her right tit until that nipple was erect then moved to the left. He pinched and released the clothespin several times until she finally began to cry out with pain each time he did.

    Finally he took it off but the pain did not subside. He forced her legs wide apart and moved between them. He moved his head down and began to suck on her aching nipple. Immediately she began pleading with him to stop. This only excited him more and he moved her hand back on to her cunt. She instinctively began to masturbate again and soon had a shattering orgasm.

    Increasingly over the last two years the only time she had been permitted to come was when she was either experiencing pain, in bondage or was being humiliated.  As a result the pleasure she experienced from sex was now associated only with these activities. For more than a year she had found herself looking forward to being disciplined in the same way that  she previously had looked forward to straight sex.  Indeed this helped explain why she had taken to the change in lifestyle so docilely.

    When he saw that she had come he did not stop. The heightened sensation had always been too much for her and she demanded that he stop. Now he lightly licked her tits for a couple of more minutes while she begged him to stop, promising him anything he wished.

    Finally he pulled her nightie from off her face and knelt over her.  His legs pinned her arms down and his stiff cock was right in front of her face.  She raised up her head and began to suck him until he came.  He started to come in her mouth but pulled it out before he finished, squirting the remainder on her face and into her hair. From experience she knew that she had to swallow all of that which was in her mouth.

    He took a tissue and wiped off is cock. She knew better

than to ask for one. Rather she had to go back to sleep as best she could only to awaken in the morning with stiffened skin and hair. The first time it happened he told her to consider it an experimental beauty treatment. She did miss his not having kissed her after he came, something he had done in the past and she had become very used to. Considering her present appearance she was not surprised that he did not. Soon she dosed off knowing that in the morning she could shower and feel clean again.

    It had not been an unusual evening but strangely she looked forward to the next one.